Green for Love 1-3

Chapter 1 Online Dating

"Zhuo Maokun, let me show you some slut."

Zhuo Maokun, who was dozing off at the table, looked up and glanced at the slightly chubby boy,
waving : "Go away, what slut? All you do is show me porn and masturbate. You
can't even pick up a girl. Bai Yazhe, you're definitely a virgin for life. You're just
starving ."

"Shh, fuck your mother, keep your voice down, how am I supposed to face people if they hear this!"

Sure enough, the girl at the next table heard their conversation and moved away in disgust.
The lewd thoughts and masturbation of this chubby boy named Bai Yazhe were no secret in this class.

"Pah, fuck your mother all day long, fuck your mother, my mother is home, if you're so capable, go fuck her, you stinking mouth
." Zhuo Maokun spat on the ground.

"Hey, I want to fuck her. Your mother is so beautiful, and she is so well-maintained in her thirties."

"You damn girl, do you want to be beaten? Get out of here!" With that, Zhuo Maokun lay on the table again
and ignored Bai Yazhe.

"Don't be angry, my brother. Brother, I am different from the past. If you don't believe it, look at it."

Bai Yazhe picked up Zhuo Maokun who was lying on the table again, and put the phone screen in front of his eyes. A set of
sexy pictures titled "Thirty-six-year-old mature woman, looking for someone to fuck in the same city" came into view: the first picture was two plump breasts that were held up
, covered with two light brown and a little dark red areolas. No more, no less, only the size of a coin. The red
grape-like nipples seemed to have just been teased. They were swollen and stood in the middle, like buds waiting to bloom,
making people want to hold them in their mouths and taste them carefully. The way it is held up by both hands from the bottom is more like inviting
the viewer in front of the screen to taste it. Scrolling to the bottom, there was indeed a caption: "I want to feed you my 36E breasts,
is that ?"

The second picture was from her navel to her beautiful feet; it was hard to imagine that such a slender waist could support
such towering peaks. Her flat stomach had not an ounce of excess fat, and the slight abs showed that this
mature woman exercised regularly. Further down was a mysterious inverted triangle, a lush jungle with dense foliage, and some
curled grass guarding the last vestiges of dignity of her secret garden, making it impossible to see any more clearly.
A pair of beautiful legs were tightly pressed together, covered by a pair of black stockings that were over a meter long. The elastic at the top of her thighs caused
a slight indentation, but it only added to the mature woman's unique voluptuousness. Her straight legs, accentuated by the stockings
, appeared even more shapely, their beautiful curves extending to her ankles. Below were a pair of delicate
, pretty feet, one toe pointing towards the camera. The caption read, "I love wearing stockings, could you
lick them for me?"

The last picture showed the mature woman's back, her hair styled in an updo that revealed her porcelain-white back. She seemed to have just
finished vigorous exercise, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her skin. Under the light, her swan-like neck and
peach-like buttocks radiated a seductive glow. Her beautiful flesh was like a piece of pure white jade; if one had to
find a flaw, it would be the small, arrow-shaped red birthmark on the bottom of her plump buttocks. However, this
birthmark, carried from birth, did not detract from her overall beauty; instead, it pointed like an arrow towards her entrance, seemingly
indicating the way in. Upon closer inspection, a line of glistening liquid could be seen beneath her buttocks, flowing down her thighs and
onto her stockings. The text below read: "This birthmark is someone else's instruction manual. Her husband
always says I was born to be fucked when he's having sex with me from behind."

The provocative photos paired with the explicit text made Zhuo Maokun's blood boil. While his lower body was engorged with blood, a question arose in
his mind : "These stockings, this back view, why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, could it be..."

"How about it, stunned? I told you she's a slut. Look at all the losers
commenting like crazy, all sorts of people asking to meet up. But I'm the smartest, I sent her a few pictures of my big dick,
and she asked me to meet up the next day."

Bai Yazhe interrupted Zhuo Maokun's train of thought, making him unable to recall where this vague
feeling came from. For some reason, he felt inexplicably annoyed: "You're always thinking good things. Do you think this looks like
a selfie? It's obviously taken by someone else. They probably found some porn star's photo to lure you in. This is
a honey trap. You'll fall for it!"

Bai Yazhe wasn't deterred by these words: "She's already arranged a time and place with me.
We'll meet at a hotel in the north of the city first, and then go to a hotel. I don't need to bring a penny; she'll cover the transportation costs. All I need to bring is a health certificate
. She's practically offering herself up, and it's this afternoon."

Seeing that Zhuo Maokun still seemed unconvinced by his boasting, Bai Yazhe became a little anxious: "
How about I come along, brother? She specifically told me to go alone, but we're
such good brothers. I'll arrange for you to sit next to her and broaden your horizons. Of course, when it comes to going to the hotel, I'll be powerless to help."

"They asked you to bring your health certificate to check if your kidneys are healthy and how much they can sell for. Don't bother me, get lost
."

Zhuo Maokun finished his tirade against Bai Yazhe and went back to sleep. The chubby boy also left with a remark, "You've got my kindness
wasted," and stormed off.

Zhuo Maokun couldn't concentrate on a single word of the afternoon's classes. He didn't know why he was so upset
—was it jealousy of the chubby boy getting such a beautiful woman, or something else? Even he himself couldn't tell.
Thinking about it carefully, Bai Yazhe's grandmother was also Russian; this bastard had some Russian
blood in him. He'd glimpsed Bai Yazhe's penis in the bathroom; it had the look of those huge European dicks in porn. Even when flaccid,
it was almost as thick and long as his own when erect. Plus, Bai Yazhe always shaved his pubic hair;
it was no wonder others liked his clean-shaven, young penis. But the body in the photo seemed vaguely
familiar . Could it be someone he knew? Who could it be…

? The school bell rang, startling Zhuo Maokun. He shook his head: “What acquaintance?
Just a coincidence. Definitely some kind of lewd picture. Fatty, you're going to get your kidneys harvested!” He then grabbed his bag and
headed .

Chapter Two: White Rose

Finally, the last few long classes were over. Bai Yazhe’s mind was completely absorbed in that indescribable
body. After packing his things, he immediately rushed to the school gate to flag down a car, feeling that every second he stayed there was a waste.
Life. He was already bursting with excitement, completely oblivious to Zhuo Maokun's furious departure and
his vicious curses.

Urged on by Bai Yazhe, the taxi driver finally arrived at the agreed-upon location. He casually tossed over
a red bill, didn't bother with change, and rushed into the restaurant. As agreed upon with the other party, he
pulled out a red rose he had prepared beforehand, just like any old-fashioned blind date arrangement. Except, he wasn't looking for
a life partner, but a long-term casual sex partner.

With each step, Bai Yazhe felt his heart pounding in his chest. He could even clearly hear his own
rapid pounding heartbeat. He was as excited as he was nervous. After all,
he was about to lose his virginity, preserved for sixteen years, on the body of a stunningly beautiful woman.

He looked around, unwilling to miss any clues. Finally, he spotted a white rose blooming in a corner
.

The woman holding white roses wore a trench coat and large sunglasses. Although she was completely covered up
, and her face was mostly obscured, her exquisite makeup was still visible.

"She's definitely prepared, huh? I wonder if she's hiding a set of sexy lingerie under that trench coat."
This thought made Bai Yazhe even more excited.

The beautiful woman seemed to have seen Bai Yazhe as well, initially waiting obediently in her place. But as
Bai Yazhe got closer, she suddenly became extremely uncomfortable. Before she could get too close, she suddenly jumped up
, her high heels clicking as she rushed out of the nearest door.

"What kind of crazy move is this? Did I run into a ghost?" Before Bai Yazhe could react, the mature woman's
beautiful legs, were already disappearing into the distance with the "clack-clack-clack" of her red high heels.

Bai Yazhe panicked immediately, abandoning her schoolbag and throwing it to the ground before rushing out. "Hey, wait
! Why are you running?"

Hearing Bai Yazhe chasing after her, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and jumped in.

By the time Bai Yazhe reached her, the car had already driven away, leaving him only a glimpse of her profile through the car window and
the rose that had accidentally fallen to the ground.

Panting, Bai Yazhe picked up the rose and gazed thoughtfully in the direction the car had gone.

The next day in class, Zhuo Maokun looked at Bai Yazhe, who had a terrible expression, with a mocking gaze: "Fatty Bai,
did you get scammed yesterday? Hahahaha!"

Bai Yazhe didn't give any direct answer, but just stared at him suspiciously for a while until Zhuo Maokun
felt a little uneasy before finally speaking: "Brother, can I come to your house for dinner today?"

Zhuo Maokun was confused. "Sure, sure, I'll call my mom and ask her to cook more
."

"Don't rush to call. Does your mom know me?" "She

probably does... You've come over for a couple of meals already, she should remember you at least a little."

"Then don't call. Let's just have dinner here as it comes."

Zhuo Maokun was getting more and more confused. "What's wrong? Did yesterday's encounter make you stupid? Did you
get overwhelmed by those big tits and fat ass? Are you crazy?"

"Go away, go away! That woman ran away as soon as she saw me yesterday. What breasts, what ass, nothing at all!"

Zhuo Maokun immediately burst into laughter. "No wonder you were acting so strangely as soon as you came over. Turns out you were traumatized
. She thought you were ugly and ran away in fright. Hahahaha..."

"Hmph, only little girls care about looks, not size or quality of sex." Bai Yazhe muttered, then
casually added, "Your mom looked pretty good yesterday."

Zhuo Maokun's heart skipped a beat at this. "What do you mean?"

"Ah, nothing, you look so nervous. I just saw your mom on the street yesterday and thought I'd go
see her beautiful face again today."

Zhuo Maokun felt a little uncomfortable with Bai Yazhe's haphazard excuse. Being praised for his mother was certainly
something to be proud of, but this fat man's words clearly had a hidden meaning.

"You son of a bitch, you've got your eyes on my mother! Let me tell you, my mom is beautiful,
but she's usually virtuous and dignified. You'll never see her like that again, all that heavy makeup yesterday. Don't even think about
setting foot in my house again!"

Bai Yazhe immediately apologized profusely, bowing and scraping all day, serving tea and water, before Zhuo
Maokun finally calmed down a little.

On his way home from school, Zhuo Maokun watched Bai Yazhe humming and singing beside him, pondering his
strange behavior throughout the day. Memories of yesterday afternoon flooded back: When Zhuo Maokun got home, he found his parents weren't in
their room , only a note and a hundred yuan left, saying they wouldn't be back that night and he should buy something to eat. As
he recklessly turned on the computer to play games, his mother, Qin Xiaohan, rushed into the house, wearing a
trench . Not long after, his father, Zhuo Yanhui, followed him in. To his surprise,
his parents, who were usually very strict with him, ignored his habit of playing video games as soon as he got home from school. Then,
the sound of Qin Xiaohan sobbing came from the master bedroom.

Zhuo Maokun tiptoed open the door, leaving a crack. Although he couldn't see clearly through the crack,
he could vaguely make out Qin Xiaohan's unusual attire. Her trench coat was tossed on the bedside table, and a revealing black low-cut
vest clung pitifully to her upper body. It barely covered her waist,
exposing , and her breasts were practically bursting out, their white flesh exposed as if
they might burst through the clothing at any moment. She wore denim shorts that barely reached her crotch. The rest of her body
was covered by Zhuo Yanhui, who was kneeling on the floor, seemingly saying something. Although her mother, Qin Xiaohan, was crying her eyes out
, her makeup slightly smudged. But it was still clear that Qin Xiaohan had
carefully applied makeup before leaving home…

Seeing his usually dignified and elegant mother dressed so daringly, Zhuo Maokun couldn't help but get an erection.
He kept changing angles, trying to get a better look at this rare sight of his mother. But no matter
how he switched perspectives, he couldn't get any more out. He had no choice but to return to his room dejectedly, recalling the scene from earlier and
masturbating.

"Hey, what are you thinking about!"

Bai Yazhe nudged him with her elbow, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked up and realized that
he had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

Back home, Zhuo Maokun saw his mother resting on the sofa, so he called out, "Mom, I
'm home . I brought a shameless classmate home for dinner."

Hearing her son's voice, Qin Xiaohan stretched, her long hair cascading lazily over her shoulders.
With the movement, her rounded curves were revealed, making her loose loungewear instantly taut, no longer
concealing the soft arc of her slender waist and delicate skin. This alluring figure caused the two boys outside the door to slightly arouse
, and Bai Yazhe even swallowed hard.

"Xiao Mao, bringing a classmate home is a good thing, look at what you're saying. Well, I'll go make... What,
you!"

Qin Xiaohan said, glancing at her son's classmate. But upon recognizing his face, she seemed to see an
uninvited guest, instantly swallowing the rest of her words and uttering a question that left Zhuo Maokun completely bewildered
.

Qin Xiaohan realized her slip of the tongue and quickly explained with a dry laugh, "Hehehe, it's nothing, my
eyes suddenly went blurry, hehe, I'm a little tired today. What was I supposed to do again? Oh, cook, I'll go cook.
"

Her son, with a questioning look, led her into the kitchen. She wandered around aimlessly, accidentally
knocking several plates to the floor.

"Mom, what's wrong with you today? Are you alright?"

"No, nothing... Go take your classmates inside to play games. You're allowed to play today." Hearing
her son 's voice, Qin Xiaohan hurriedly concealed her unease, frantically cleaning up the mess.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Maokun was completely baffled by his mother's distraught state.

Meanwhile, Bai Yazhe, also looking towards the kitchen, seemed to understand everything perfectly,
nodding meaningfully with a wicked smile and cunning glint in his eyes.

Just as dinner was ready, Zhuo Maokun's father, Zhuo Yanhui, arrived home from work.

"We invited some classmates over for dinner today, uh..."

Zhuo Yanhui saw Bai Yazhe sitting at the table and also paused for a moment, then glanced at
his wife sitting there silently. The usually enthusiastic Zhuo Yanhui seemed to have been given a mute drug, remaining completely silent.

Everyone at the table was quiet, exchanging only the simplest of conversations. Zhuo Maokun, munching on his bowl, secretly glanced around at the three people
around him , thinking to himself, "Why do they all seem to be hiding something? Are they keeping something
from me?"

Finally, after finishing this strangely atmospherey meal, Zhuo Yanhui said, "I'm going to sleep," and went to the bedroom early
.

"I'm not feeling well either. Son, why don't you help Mom wash the dishes today?"

"Auntie's cooking smells so good, I'm full of energy now, I'll help Zhuo Maokun wash the dishes." Before anyone
could answer , Bai Yazhe had already taken several plates into the kitchen. He, who was never diligent, said

, "Mom, let him do it. I want to go read a book." Hearing that someone had taken over the work, Zhuo Maokun was naturally
happy and immediately turned and went into his room, afraid that Bai Yazhe would change his mind.

"Hey, you child..." Qin Xiaohan had just realized what was happening and was about to get up to stop her son when she found that he
had already quickly gone into his room and locked the door.

Since yesterday afternoon, Bai Yazhe had felt that the profile of that person was quite similar to Zhuo Maokun's mother. Although
she dressed rather conservatively in his memory, one could still tell how voluptuous she was. All the signs just now
almost convinced him that the two were the same person!

He had been eavesdropping in the kitchen, listening to the sounds outside, and finally got his chance to be alone. He
walked straight out and pulled the wilted white rose from his bag: "Auntie, you dropped something."

Qin Xiaohan was startled by Bai Yazhe's action: "I, I don't know what you're talking about."

Bai Yazhe looked at her evasive eyes with a mocking expression: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I think Zhuo Maokun
has been by your side for so many years, he couldn't possibly not know you well. I wonder if
he'll recognize you if I show him those sexy pictures online, and if he does, what his reaction will be..."

"No, don't tell my son, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Of course, I want to do what you asked for online, do what you didn't finish yesterday, which is to say, do,
you."

Qin Xiaohan hesitated after hearing this, seemingly very unwilling, her face filled with a heavy gloom. Her behavior was
completely different from that of the sexy woman online.

Seeing Qin Xiaohan's behavior, Bai Yazhe suddenly became suspicious. "Is this really the same person?"

After a long silence, Qin Xiaohan spoke again, "I'll go back to my bedroom and think about it. You go and keep Xiaomao company
..."

About half an hour later, Zhuo Maokun's door was finally knocked on. "Bai Yazhe, come here for

a moment." Zhuo Maokun watched as Bai Yazhe, who was so excited he was restless as soon as he entered, threw his phone aside and rushed
out with an air of importance. Suspicion arose in his mind again: "What's this guy grinning about so late at night? What does Mom want with him
?"

He peeked out the door and found the two of them in the living room, seemingly discussing something in secret. Qin
Xiaohan, his mother, was sitting there, holding her forehead. Because of the distance, he couldn't hear what she was saying at all. Bai Yazhe, on the other hand,
kept nodding vigorously, grinning smugly. After a while, he put on his coat with a beaming smile and prepared to go home
, leaving Qin Xiaohan sitting there alone.

"Going back now, have fun~" Bai Yazhe said smugly to Zhuo Maokun's room before leaving
, then hummed a little tune as she went out. The lyrics were: Son, son, I'm your dad
...

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