My Stepmother and Me, Chapter 1: First Encounter with My Stepmother (1-8)

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Prologue:

My name is Bu Shifeng, nicknamed "Honeybee." I'm 18 years old, a senior in high school, 177 cm tall, of medium build and slim, and I love playing
basketball .

I grew up in a happy single-parent family.

How so?

My parents were childhood sweethearts. I heard that if it weren't for both sets of parents wanting me to finish school before marriage, I might have been
born a few years earlier—although I was still born when they were in their second year of university. So,
before school age , I was loved by three families.

But fate is unpredictable. My mother was killed in a drunk driving accident when I was three. From then on, my father hated drunk driving.
I don't have many memories of my mother, only that before fourth grade, I was cared for by my grandparents and maternal grandparents in turns until
fifth grade , when my father took me home to raise me himself! Perhaps out of concern for my feelings, I've never heard of my father having a girlfriend
.

To ensure he wasn't absent from my upbringing, my dad set up his own studio and took on projects. His parenting style was a mix of open-mindedness and
strictness; he managed it well, and we had a good relationship, so I rarely caused him any worry.

However, for some reason, compared to academic requirements, my dad seemed more concerned with my friendships. He often
subtly inquired about whether I had a girlfriend, even discussing my sexual orientation. I can only say that my sexual orientation is absolutely the same as most people's
; I just haven't met a girl who makes my heart flutter yet, and I'm not in a rush.

The story begins here. Chapter One:

First Encounter with My Stepmother.

Section One

: Although I was in my final year of high school, due to the diversified admission system, I had already been accepted into my ideal school. Therefore, the second semester of my senior year
was really just about playing basketball and waiting to graduate.

It was a mild March day. As usual, after class, I played a few games of basketball with my classmates before going home. As soon

as I entered the house, I heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen. By the way, my house has three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms.

I tossed the basketball and my backpack onto the sofa and headed to the balcony next to the kitchen
.

As I took off my shirt, I called out to the kitchen, "Dad, what brings you to the kitchen today?" Once on the balcony, I threw my shirt into the washing machine and started pulling down my pants. Wondering why my dad wasn't
reacting , I glanced into the kitchen. In that instant, I froze... Damn, it's a girl!

I saw a young woman cooking, glancing at me with a half-smile...

"Are you Bee?" Damn, how did she know my name? "Go take a shower first, be careful not to catch a cold after playing basketball!
I'll explain everything when we eat!"

Only then did I realize I was shirtless and only halfway down my pants. I frantically pulled them back up and rushed back to
my room .

Lying in bed, panting, I thought, "Who is she? What's she doing in my house? Where did Dad go
? And why is my heart racing?"

In that fleeting glimpse, she was petite, probably no more than 160 centimeters tall; wearing a white tank top, her waist
looked like it was about to break, but looking up, her chest was disproportionately large; she wore denim shorts, making her legs appear very long.

The more I thought about her, the faster my heart raced, and at the same time, my penis throbbed painfully.

"No, I need to calm down!" Remembering I hadn't showered yet, I rushed into the bathroom and started running cold water, but it seemed I couldn't
suppress the pounding excitement. In the end, I had to masturbate to calm down.

"Who is she?" Then I remembered that Dad had asked me recently if I had a girlfriend. Could it be that Dad had taken it upon himself
to find me one? Although I was disgusted by this, if it was "her," I was willing to say "I'm in!"

Lost in these thoughts, I finished showering, got dressed, and left the bathroom.

"Dinner's ready!" The girl peeked out and smiled at me.

"Oh, okay, coming right away!" My heart raced again at her sweet smile!

Approaching the restaurant, she was already waiting for me at the table! Facing her up close, I noticed her tank top looked more like a
sports bra, which, combined with her tank top shorts, made her breasts appear even larger. I also realized she didn't seem to be
wearing a bra ...

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what you liked to eat. These are just some simple dishes; I hope you like them."

"It's okay, I'm not picky." I quickly explained to the girl, while my eyes turned to the four dishes and soup on the table.

There was stir-fried greens, cauliflower, scrambled eggs with chives, garlic pork belly, and vegetable soup—very ordinary home-style dishes, seemingly simple
, but they looked delicious.

"Try some, see if you like it?"

I quickly sat down and took a bite. Instantly, a familiar taste flooded my senses.

"Hmm~" "How is it? Is it good?" The girl looked at me nervously. I didn't answer, but just swept through the other dishes
. In that instant, I remembered what it tasted like: it was the taste of my grandmother and great-grandmother,
the taste of home.

"Delicious!" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I said it from the bottom of my heart, thinking that I should find time
to visit my grandparents.

"It's good that it's good. Remember to eat more rice!" The girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and reminded me with a joyful expression. I
quickly shoveled a mouthful of rice and was pleasantly surprised again.

"Wow, I didn't expect that white rice could be cooked so well!" The white rice was cooked with each grain separate, soft and firm, fragrant and not sticky! This girl's cooking skills can be described as professional. Needless to say, my dad has never eaten such delicious food
in restaurants . "Eat as much as you like!" The girl, with a happy expression, finally picked up her chopsticks and started eating. I, on the other hand, devoured the food as if I hadn't eaten in centuries, gratefully thanking my dad for introducing me to such a wonderful wife! Soon, the food on the table was completely gone. With gratitude, I thanked heaven and earth, and thanked her for cooking such a delicious meal. "By the way, I still don't know who you are?" At this moment, I looked at the girl expectantly, hoping she would answer!

"This... your dad was supposed to tell you, but after he got home, it seems
there was a problem with the case he was working on. His partner called him urgently, so he rushed out. He only
called , saying he might be home late and asked me to take good care of you!"

Hearing this, my expectations rose even higher. My dad's done this more than once or twice; I can take care of myself all along.

"Go ahead, I can accept it!"

She looked shy, head bowed, and slowly said, "My name is DouDou, I'm your dad's new girlfriend
, and I might become your stepmother in the future... Nice to meet you!"

I only heard the sound of my heart shattering!

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