[A Tangled Life] (1-22) Author: smallboo - Incest Novels

A Life of Conflict Word Count: 45340 Author: smallboo Published on: Spring in the Courtyard **************** ... My dad was a soldier, now retired. He served in the military until I was 15, when his unit was assigned to my hometown, near my maternal grandmother's house. During a training exercise, he saw my mom, a woman with a full figure and beautiful face, and fell in love at first sight, pursuing her. My mom also liked my dad, so they naturally got married, and then I was born. Right after I was born, my dad was reassigned back to Guangdong, where he enlisted, leaving my mom to raise me alone. These are stories my mom often tells about how they met. I've always thought my mom was very strong, raising me here alone for ten years, and with little education. Although she received help from some benefactors along the way, thinking about the whole process still makes me feel incredibly proud. My memories begin when I was six; before that, I was too young to notice anything particularly special. Before I was six, we barely survived on the allowance my father sent back. My mother didn't have a stable job and earned a living by selling various trinkets. Our family was always struggling financially. To save money, my mother rented the attic of an old man's wooden house as our shelter. The second floor was converted into a one-bedroom, two-living room layout, with my mother turning the smaller living room into a kitchen. Luckily, there was a separate bathroom upstairs, so we didn't have to share one with the old man downstairs. My mother didn't send me to kindergarten; instead, she took me around selling things every day. She had been a primary school teacher for a while, so she personally taught me to read and write. She was very strict when teaching me; sometimes she would even spank me hard when I was naughty. So, although I didn't go to school, I was better at recognizing characters than my peers. In other aspects of daily life, she was always very gentle, holding me to sleep every night. In my eyes, my mother has always been a dignified, beautiful, gentle, and generous woman. When I was six, my mother realized she didn't have much left to teach me and had to find a way to raise money for my schooling. So, she bought a stall in the fabric market and started selling fabric. The fabric market was mostly run by women, generally older. My mother was about 28 at the time, and I remember she still had a good figure. Although she wasn't as slender as a young girl, her 32C breasts were still quite firm for that age. My mother's buttocks were always full and perky, so the women in the fabric market mostly looked at her with envy and disgust, while the men's eyes gleamed. My mother didn't have many social connections. The fabric stall she sold to was in a corner of the market, a very dark corner, next to a public toilet—the environment was extremely poor. My mother wanted to improve our lives through this place, but reality was cruel. It turned out that without good interpersonal relationships, it was difficult to survive in society. The surrounding female stall owners all considered my mother their common enemy and started ganging up to steal customers. Every customer who passed by our stall was snatched away. During that time, we basically had no income, and it seemed we were on the verge of collapse. My mother was helpless and could only sigh every night. There was nothing I could do to help her; all I could do was hold her tightly when I hugged her. Women's jealousy is terrifying. The male vendors in the fabric market just watched from afar, as few would risk becoming the enemy of these angry women just to be a hero. But there was one man—I don't remember his full name, only that my mother called him Brother Qiang. Brother Qiang was about 176 cm tall, quite muscular, with dark skin, and looked like a reliable man. To be precise, Qiang Ge wasn't a stall owner, or rather, he used to be. He had a good reputation in the fabric market. Years ago, because his business was doing well, he opened his own clothing store and hired someone to manage his fabric stall. The fabric market was a place where everyone knew each other, so even without his personal management, the stall did quite well, essentially his second source of income. He would only come to check on it occasionally. When Qiang Ge first saw my mother, he was somewhat stunned. It wasn't until I started puberty that I understood the meaning of that burning gaze. After recovering, he enthusiastically helped my mother with the miscellaneous tasks at the stall. My mother wasn't a young girl anymore and knew his intentions, so she avoided him at every turn. When he wanted to help, she would decline whenever possible. However, it was indeed inconvenient for a single woman to do many things, such as moving goods. My mother had always gritted her teeth and persevered on her own, always ending up covered in bruises. A strong man offered to help, and my mother didn't really want to refuse. Every time Qiang Ge helped, my mother would cook two good dishes and reward him with our homemade rice wine. Perhaps this was my mother's way of maintaining distance. Once, my mother was serving a rare customer when several female stall owners from next door came over to steal her business. Just then, Qiang Ge came to visit my mother. Seeing the situation, he guessed what was going on and went to serve the customer himself. The female stall owners were about to speak when he glared at them fiercely, and they reluctantly returned to their stalls. That was my mother's first sale that day. My mother somewhat awkwardly accepted the money Qiang Ge had collected. Qiang Ge silently sat down in the chair opposite my mother and me. After a long silence, he asked my mother, "How long has this been going on?" "Not long. It's nothing, I can handle it." My mother stubbornly refused his help. Hearing my mother's answer, Qiang Ge said angrily, "You think I can't find out if you don't tell me? You shouldn't be refusing my help now, right? Tell me, how are you going to solve this yourself? Have you thought about what will happen to your child?" My mother silently looked at the money in her hand, then at me, and finally, tears of grievance fell. That was probably the first time I'd ever seen my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, Qiang Ge was stunned for a long time. "Don't worry, I'll help you solve this, but you have to treat me to your best rice wine." "Qiang Ge, I know you're a good person, and I know what you're thinking, but I have a husband and children. I don't deserve this from you. Really." Qiang Ge smiled and said, "Sister, I know maybe we're not meant to be, but I just wanted to help you, I couldn't help it." After saying that, Qiang Ge left. Qiang's solution was straightforward. First, he bought the two stalls next to my mother's and combined them with her stall into one large stall. The initial agreement was for my mother to split the profits 60/40, while he would take 40/50, but my mother insisted on a 50/50 split. Next, Qiang helped my mother connect with his supply channels, ensuring lower costs. Then, he brought his regular customers directly to her stall and even had advertisements posted. Seeing this, the female stall owners who were competing for customers couldn't interfere anymore, so the number of customers increased, business improved, and our lives gradually became less strained. My mother knew in her heart that Qiang had helped her with everything, but he never mentioned it. The less he mentioned it, the more embarrassed she felt. So one day, when she had a moment, she said to Qiang, "Qiang, I haven't properly thanked you for this yet. Come to my house for dinner tonight!" Qiang looked up at my mother, his eyes once again filled with the warmth of the past, but he calmly agreed. That night, my mom specially cooked several dishes that Qiang Ge liked, and then brought over some treasured rice wine from my grandma's house. Qiang Ge was very happy that day, drinking cup after cup, constantly urging my mom to drink as well. My mom thought she should thank Qiang Ge, so she didn't refuse. However, my mom's alcohol tolerance wasn't very high. After drinking about half a pot, her face was already very red, and her eyes were blurry. Plus, she was wearing a loose dress, so when she poured wine for Qiang Ge, her bra was easily visible. When my mom wasn't drunk, she would remember to cover herself, but after getting drunk, she completely forgot. So Qiang Ge was stunned. He suddenly said to my mom, "It's late, Xiao Bin should go to sleep, right? Look, it's already 11 o'clock." My mom looked at the clock and thought it made sense, so she said to me, "Xiao Bin, go brush your teeth and get ready for bed! Mom is a little dizzy today, so I can't wash your face for you. Wash it yourself. Go to sleep first after you're done, I'll go to sleep after I've taken care of your Uncle Qiang." "But I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep without Mom hugging me."Qiang laughed heartily, "Xiao Bin is so lucky, he gets to hug your mom every night. Go on, your mom's going to drink with Uncle Qiang tonight." My mom scolded me, "What are you saying in front of the child!" Then she said to me, "Go on, Mom will be going to bed soon." I replied sullenly and went to brush my teeth. While brushing my teeth, I heard Uncle Qiang's voice outside: "Girl, you look so beautiful today." "What nonsense, I'm getting old, I have kids, and I even have some belly fat." "In my eyes, you're the most beautiful." "..." "Girl, I liked you the moment I saw you." "Brother Qiang, actually I like you too, but I have a husband, and I like my husband more. I know what you're thinking, but I won't betray my husband." "Your deadbeat husband is hiding in Guangdong serving in the army, sending only a little money over every month. Does he know how hard you're living here? You're still thinking about him?" "...He's just following orders from the army. He said he'd definitely come back." "Hmph, all men are such liars." "Aren't you a man too?" "Girl, I don't care about anything else, I want you." "Brother Qiang, no... Brother Qiang..." Then there were some broken sounds, no complete sentences. I finished brushing my teeth, washed my face, and went out to the living room. When I got to the living room, I saw that my mom's nightgown was wrinkled, as if it had been lifted up. My mom's face turned even redder, and I didn't know why. Both my mom and Qiang Ge looked flustered. "Go to sleep after you're done washing up. Your Uncle Qiang is leaving soon, I'll go keep you company right away." "Okay, I'll go to sleep first." Then I went into the bedroom, and after closing the door, I heard my mom say, "Qiang Ge, I know you couldn't control yourself after drinking, I don't blame you. I need to sleep with our son, you go back first!" "Girl, are you so resistant to me?" "I..." "What do I lack compared to your husband? Tell me. Didn't you want to thank me? Now I want you, you can't refuse me." I heard some tearing sounds and my mom's terrified voice: "Qiang Ge, no... no, this is the only thing I can't do... Qiang Ge, please, I beg you..." Then I heard my mom crying and the sound of a bowl falling to the ground. "Brother Qiang, please, I beg you... Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, I have a husband, my child is inside, please..." Suddenly, the crying stopped, and I heard a muffled groan: "Ah..." Then came the creaking of the table and my mother's intermittent moans. "Girl, really... I finally..." Brother Qiang's voice gradually faded, and I couldn't hear it clearly; it was somewhat intermittent. "Girl, your breasts are so big." "Girl, your ass... feels so good." A rustling sound followed. "Girl, lying like that... with your buttocks sticking up, it feels so good." "Girl, you're so tight... so... good!" "Girl, you actually want a man too, don't you? Look at you..." "Girl, girl..." "Ah... ah... don't talk, don't wake my son, be gentle, be gentle... ah..." "Then I'll speak softly. Your son is next door... exciting!" "No, ah... no, um... you... I... I... I... be gentle, be gentle... you're too big, be gentle..." "Be gentle? Then I'll be gentle, slower." The creaking of the table slowed down. "You... you're annoying, I feel so uncomfortable, hurry up..." "Hurry up what?" "Hurry up, hurry up, you're annoying." "Girl, I just want to hear you say it, what do you want?" "I want..." My mother's voice grew softer and softer, and I couldn't hear it anymore. "I can't hear you, it's too quiet." "Ugh, what if my son hears?" "He's only 6, what does he know? I want you to speak louder." "No, I don't want to." "Then I won't move." Suddenly the creaking of the table stopped. "You... I feel so uncomfortable, you're so annoying..." "Will you speak or not?" "I want you..." "Still too quiet." "I want you to fuck me!!" Suddenly the creaking of the table rang out loudly. "Harder, harder...yes, like that...harder, fuck me to death, I'm being fucked, ah...ah...I'm being fucked by Brother Qiang, I cheated on him, I'm a slut, I want my son to hear me being fucked, ah...so good, fuck me to death...I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." "Is mine big?" "Big, so big...fuck me to death, I'm going to die..." "Do you like big dicks fucking you?" "Yes, yes...harder, ah...ah...ah...I'm a slut, I like big dicks fucking me...ah...ah..." "Girl, I want to fuck you every day." "Okay, harder...ah...ah...ah...harder...fuck me every day...fuck me...ah...ah..." After my mother's long moan, the sound of the table stopped. There was a rustling sound outside, then my mom said, "Qiang-ge, I...I'm sorry to my husband, I shouldn't have done this...Go back, let's not see each other again, this is the only time, go!" "Sister, that's not what you just said!" "You bastard, you bullied me. Go away, go now!" "Sister, I..." Then I heard the door close. Then I saw my mom come in, her clothes disheveled, revealing most of her breasts, and I could see her red nipples. She silently threw a pair of pants into the bucket of clean underwear. "Mom, why are your clothes torn?" "It's nothing, I just tore them on the table. Go to sleep!" "I want a hug." "Okay, Mom will hug you." "Mom, why are your breasts a little hard today?" I felt my mom's body tremble: "It's nothing, go to sleep!" "Okay." The next day, my mom went to the fabric stall and gave half of the money she earned to Qiang-ge, then left the stall. For a long time, I didn't know what had happened that night. I was just confused as to why my mother suddenly changed her attitude and left the fabric stall. And since that day, my mother never bathed with me again, often bathing alone for a long time. It wasn't until I secretly read adult books in middle school that I learned what had happened that night and what my mother meant by those words she shouted. My mother's image in my mind became two extremes: one of promiscuity, the other of dignified virtue. I somewhat hated Qiang Ge, hated him for changing my mother's image in my mind, yet I didn't know how to hate him. After all, Qiang Ge had given us the greatest help during our most difficult time; it was something he had longed for. Should I hate him? Should my mother hate him? Perhaps, my mother didn't reject this man in her heart. Isn't it what a woman most desires to be protected when she needs it most? From the day I found out, I often dreamed of having sex with my mother. Later, after I learned about masturbation, I also often fantasized about having sex with my mother, imagining her shouting, "I'm a slut, I want you to fuck me every day," and finally ejaculating again and again. In reality, I know this is not ethical, but I still can't help but look at my mother's big butt and fantasize about her being fucked, my penis shamefully hardening again and again... I think this is the first thing that formed my complicated life. (To be continued) (2) Exploration - My Cousin's Story Since this incident, my mother seems to be more careful, trying not to come into contact with men in her life. Fortunately, Qiang Ge had helped her earn some money before, so she could consider doing other things. At that time, the home appliance industry was very popular, and televisions, air conditioners and the like were hot items. My mother decided to contribute some money and decided to partner with my aunt to open a home appliance business. However, the two women were not very capable, did not understand electrical appliances, and could not repair them. Although they were careful in sourcing goods, they still made mistakes because of other manufacturers' tricks. If they bought the wrong goods, they could only accumulate in the warehouse. The appliance originally came with a warranty, but my mom, being clueless, forgot to get the warranty receipt when she bought it, so the store ended up being responsible for the warranty. To get it repaired, my mom and my aunt had to hire someone else to fix it, but they couldn't afford a high salary. In the end, they could only promise to let the repairman stay at my aunt's house for free, and my aunt would live with my mom. So, my mom slept with my aunt, and I slept with my aunt's daughter, my cousin. I was almost 13 years old at the time, and my cousin was two years younger, 11. We were very close, often talking and chatting before going to sleep, then cuddling together. Because my sexual thoughts at the time were limited to mature women like my mom with big butts, I didn't have many thoughts when cuddling with my cousin. Perhaps because we were both only children and often lonely, having a playmate made us especially happy. At 13, I had started puberty and had morning erections every day. One night, I had just finished having sex with my mom in my dream, holding her big butt, and was about to do it again when my cousin woke me up. "Brother, wake up, wake up! You wet the bed, it's so wet!" Hearing this, I jolted awake. Oh no, I had a wet dream. "Brother, aren't you ashamed? You're so old and you still wet the bed."My face flushed red, and I racked my brains trying to figure out how to explain. Then, a brilliant idea struck me, and I said in a low voice, "Brother's sick, my little penis's sick. Do you remember how my little penis swells up every morning?" My cousin opened her eyes wide and thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, I was really wondering about that!" "Yeah, only when I pee, like tonight, does it get better." "Poor thing, why didn't you tell your mom and go to the hospital?" "My mom works so hard, I didn't want to waste her time. Besides, I can treat it myself, right? It's not a big deal anyway." "Then... when it's swollen, does it hurt?" Uh, my naive little sister. "It hurts! My mom told me that if it hurts, a kiss will make it go away. Every time I bump my head, my mom kisses my forehead." After hearing my sister's words, an image of my mom kneeling naked on the ground kissing my penis suddenly flashed through my mind, and instantly, my penis got hard again. "Brother, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" "...I'm not feeling well...Never mind, let's go to sleep!" "Brother, are you having another attack?" She said, reaching her hand onto my penis. "Oh! It's so swollen, it must hurt a lot." I gave a wry smile, feeling my sister's soft, warm little hand, and my penis instantly swelled up again. "Brother, let me kiss your little penis, so it won't hurt anymore." Before I could refuse, she kissed my penis. Of course, this wasn't oral sex; she just gave it a quick kiss. But when my penis felt her wet lips, I felt dizzy for a moment, and my penis twitched involuntarily. Suddenly, my head was throbbing with blood. I wanted to fuck her, fuck my cousin, like I was fucking my mother in my dreams. So I used force, laying her flat and pressing her down on top of me. "Brother, what's wrong? Why are you pressing me down? You're so heavy!" "..." I suddenly became a little more awake, and at the same time realized something very important: I had no idea how to fuck. I've only read porn, and all I know is that women have vaginas and men have penises. Penis insertion into a vagina is called fucking, but how exactly does it work? Looking at my sister beneath me, I suddenly really wanted to know what a woman's vagina actually looks like. But how could I say it? Should I just tell her, "I want to fuck you, let me see where your vagina is first?" After hesitating for a long time, I silently went down. "Brother, are you out of your mind?" Then she touched my penis again, which was still erect like iron. "Brother, is it very painful? Should I kiss you again?" I hesitated for a moment: "With this condition, kissing won't help. It still hurts. It needs to poke a girl's urethra to feel better." "Ah? That's strange. Then brother, poke me!" I hesitated again. This is my cousin, my aunt's daughter. My aunt is my mother's younger sister. This is incest; I can't do that. "Brother, what's wrong? Hurry up!" This was an 11-year-old girl, her breasts hadn't developed yet. "Brother, hurry up!" Then she took off her underwear herself, and I smelled a fishy, salty smell—a little girl's underwear. I believe any man would be aroused by that smell, and I was no exception. I felt my head was bleeding again. She offered herself up; it wasn't my fault. So I rolled over and pinned her down, one hand on my penis, and started searching… but I really didn't know where the vagina was. I poked around randomly, and my cousin cried out in pain, and I broke out in a sweat from the pain too. So I got up and knelt between her legs: "It seems I used the wrong method, it hurts even more." "What should I do?" "Let me take a look. Stand your legs up." My cousin obediently stood her legs up, opening them in an M shape. I bent down to look (I will describe it from a perspective I understand now, since I didn't understand anything back then, and if I were to explain it according to my understanding at the time, you probably wouldn't understand either). My cousin's labia were very small, and they hadn't started to grow hair yet. When I looked at them, they looked like a slit. I asked her, "Where do you pee?" Then she put her hand to her urethra and said, "Here, you can poke here and that's where you pee. Didn't you want to poke here?" "No, definitely not. If I poke you, it will hurt you and it will hurt me too. Let me look again..." I touched a raised area with my finger (now I know that was the clitoris): "How does it feel when I touch here?" "It's a little strange, it feels very comfortable." Then I pressed hard, and she cried out, "Ouch! It hurts! No, no! It hurts even more than before!" I remembered my mom being fucked, constantly yelling "It feels good!" and "Harder!" So, this definitely wasn't it. I searched downwards and found an opening, a very small hole. I tried to separate it to see, but as soon as I did, my sister cried out, "No! It hurts! It hurts!" At that time, I hadn't read many adult books, and none of them described virgins, so I didn't know that a virgin's first time would hurt. So I concluded that it wasn't a vagina either, but there was nothing special there anymore. I collapsed dejectedly next to my sister, my penis a little soft, but being young, it didn't completely go limp. "Brother, what's wrong?" "I can't find that place." "What are you going to do? Are you going to die?" The world of children is so simple. "It's okay, just like at the beginning, you'll get better on your own once you fall asleep." "Oh, then go to sleep!" "Okay." So I decided to sleep, but my mind was full of questions and worries, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did, tossing and turning. "Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?" "Sigh, I can't sleep." "Then, what about your illness? Does it still hurt?" She touched my penis again, and it immediately became erect again. I suddenly wondered what it would be like to masturbate with her little hand? Thinking about it, my penis became even harder, and I urgently needed to release. "I know another way to cure it. Hold my little penis first." "Really?" She obediently held it. "It's so interesting, my little penis is throbbing. What should I do next?" Feeling her warm little hand holding mine, I felt completely dizzy. I said with difficulty, "You...you hold it and move it up and down." "Brother, are you in pain? I'll help you cure it." Then she carefully moved my penis up and down. I have to say, a woman's hand is really much more comfortable than my own. Although she moved it very slowly, I still felt very good. At that moment, a conflicted thought appeared in my mind: my cousin is helping me masturbate, my own cousin is helping me masturbate. This is not incest, she is just helping me masturbate...and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I felt my penis suddenly become very hard. I told my cousin with difficulty, "You...move it up and down faster." "I'm afraid it will hurt you." I thought to myself, if you don't move it faster, it will hurt. She still obediently increased the speed. I don't know if it was because the almost incestuous thought was so stimulating, but she sped up, and soon I felt my penis was about to explode. Then I took a deep breath and ejaculated. "Oh! It peed! Brother, you're almost done. Hehe!" My cousin laughed happily. "Yeah, it's done. See, this method can cure it too." "Why are you sweating, brother? Does it hurt a lot?" "It hurt at first, but it felt good after it was cured." "Huh? There's such a strange disease?" "Hehe, yeah!" I said, wiping the semen clean with the corner of the blanket. "Now you're done, let's go to sleep!" I looked at my cousin and suddenly felt a sense of guilt. How could I have lied to my cousin to do this for me? I'm such a beast. But another thought popped into my head: it feels so good to have someone else help you masturbate. I wonder if women can masturbate? They definitely can. Just use your hand to mimic a penis and put it in your vagina, and that's masturbation, right? For the first time in my life, I started thinking about women masturbating. I suddenly remembered my mom's bathing routine. Could it be that she was bathing to masturbate? But why hadn't she done that before? Did she really enjoy being fucked by Qiang Ge so much that she couldn't forget the feeling? Just like I was masturbating while thinking about fucking her big ass, did she also think about Qiang Ge fucking her while masturbating? For the first time, I realized that once a woman has been fucked well, it's hard for her to forget the feeling, even if she was raped. As long as there's pleasure, ethically she might feel anger and refuse, but physically it's hard to forget. So, if Qiang Ge had been forceful again that night, maybe my mom really would have let him fuck her every day. The image of Qiang Ge forcefully fucking my mother's big ass started flashing through my mind again, and I could hear my mother's lewd words echoing in my ears: "Harder, fuck me to death, I'm a slut, I like big dicks fucking me, I'll let you fuck me every day..." The scene in my mind began to blur, and gradually, the person standing behind my mother's big ass became myself, and I was forcefully fucking my mother again and again. The thrill of incest, my mother's big ass, my mother's lewd words, all stimulated me wildly, and my dick immediately became hard again. I turned my head to look at my cousin next to me. I forgot everything—her identity, our relationship, her being a minor.I wanted to fuck, I wanted to fuck her hard, I wanted to make her scream, scream like my mom. So I rolled over and pinned my sister down, and started thrusting wildly between her legs. Strangely, it still hurt, but the pain couldn't compare to the pleasure of my penis. My cousin woke up, a little frightened: "Brother, what's wrong? What's wrong with you? It hurts so much! Brother." Hearing her voice, I became a little more sober. If she was in pain, what was the point of my release like this? I remembered when I first touched her clitoris, she said it felt good, so I decided to have her masturbate me again, I wanted to make her feel good too. So I rolled over again: "Brother's having another episode, good cousin, please treat me again!" "Ah, treat me again? My hands are so sore!" "Brother will make you feel good." "How will you make me feel good?" "Like this." I gently placed my hand on her clitoris and slowly rubbed it. "Mmm..." she hummed softly, "Yes, it feels very good. Brother, I'll help you heal." Then she gripped my penis and began stroking it rapidly up and down, while I gently massaged her clitoris, gradually increasing the speed. She began to moan softly, "Mmm... Ah..." and I remained immersed in my earlier fantasies. This continued for about ten minutes until I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. "Brother, you massaged me so well, I've never felt this way before. It feels like there's some kind of urge inside me, but I can't quite put my finger on it." "Then don't think about it." After two intense ejaculations, I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I secretly told my cousin, "Don't tell your mom and my mom about what happened in bed last night!" She blinked her eyes, "Okay, I know." From that day on, my cousin and I did it every night, sometimes once, sometimes twice. My cousin became increasingly clingy, and our relationship grew stronger. Many years later, she had forgotten what happened back then, but she always remembered that our relationship had always been good, although I don't know if she really forgot. Those days didn't last long, because my uncle came back, and my aunt's family could no longer live with us. But the repairman's problem remained unresolved; he refused to leave my aunt's house, leaving my uncle homeless and forcing him to go back to his mother's, where he was constantly ridiculed. My mother realized this couldn't continue, and my aunt was too afraid to go to the repairman's house, so my mother went to my aunt's house alone. Surprisingly, after that visit, the repairman voluntarily moved out, without even a raise. At the same time, another rumor circulated: that for a long period, my mother would go to the repairman's place in the afternoons when I was at school, stay briefly, and then leave. I didn't verify this rumor, perhaps because I already suspected its truth and didn't want to admit it—didn't want to admit that my mother was using that old, ugly man for her wages. After that, I secretly went to a small cinema to watch porn, and finally learned where the vagina was, and also learned that fucking could not only be done with the vagina, but also with the mouth, the anus, and various other methods such as using breasts to hold the penis. My cousin's small, bloody hole became a memory for me for life. It was the first vagina I missed. The days when my cousin helped me masturbate became the deepest darkness hidden in my heart, a darkness I was unwilling to admit. (To be continued) (3) Peeping - The real mature body The days of opening the shop lasted for a long time, until I was 14 years old, in the second year of junior high school, which was when my dad was about to come back. My mom went from being busy every day to suddenly sighing every day. I don't know if it was because of that rumor, but she was indeed becoming more and more unhappy. Sometimes I would see her sitting alone in a daze, and sometimes I would hear her sobbing at night. After about a week, my mom decided to quit the partnership and close the appliance store. When she told my aunt she was quitting, not only was my aunt shocked, but the repairman also seemed hesitant to speak. That noon, I overheard the repairman and my mom talking through the back door of the appliance store. "Why did you suddenly quit?" the repairman asked. "I have a husband, I can't do that with you anymore." "Don't you like it? You always moan so loudly, like you want everyone to hear." I felt a surge of anger; that thought I denied was actually true. And... and my mom actually treated it as a pleasure! No wonder she was getting more and more aroused during that time, she was being fucked! But then I thought, if she didn't do that, how would my aunt maintain the store? Without the store, how would we support ourselves? Since it was a last resort, why not treat it as a pleasure rather than suffer in silence? Their conversation continued. "I... sigh! Anyway, I can't do that anymore," my mom said with a hint of helplessness. "If you don't want to work here anymore, what about my salary? Who will pay it? You're paying such a low salary, how can I be satisfied without some extra fees?" "I'm afraid you're asking for too much. Don't think I don't know, you've already slept with my sister. My sister begged me not to tell anyone. She begged me not to kick you out, I would have done it a long time ago." I was shocked. So my aunt had also been slept with. This ugly old man actually had such great ability to seduce my aunt and make her unable to let him go? I had to re-evaluate this old man. "You two sisters are both top-notch, but I still prefer you. You're more slutty, and it feels better to fuck you." "You're talking nonsense!" "Nonsense? The first few times you were half-willing, but every time after that, as soon as we were naked, you got soaking wet just looking at my big cock!" "..." "I know your husband isn't here. It's been over ten years. How can a woman who's enjoyed the pleasure of fucking stand being alone?" "..." "Just admit it, you like being fucked by me." "...Sigh!" My mother sighed deeply: "I admit you're very good, I admit I feel very good being fucked by you, but now my husband is coming back, and I can't continue with you. I know you have a wife too, even though she's in the countryside, it's still wrong of you." "That old woman doesn't have your charm. Just thinking about how slutty you are in bed makes me unable to resist. Okay, I promise you, I won't look for you anymore, but you have to let me fuck you one more time." "No way!" "Fine, I'll tell your husband how you pay me when he gets back." "You...you bastard!" "Think carefully about what you're going to do." After a moment of silence, my mom sighed deeply again: "Sigh! You're really my jinx." Her words were tinged with reproach. I was so angry that I almost pinched my hand purple. This bastard, he's inhuman, using this to pressure my mom. "Hehe, I'm going to fuck you right here, right here where you asked me to come." "Here? How can this be? No, let's go to your house!" "No, I want to do it here." "No, not here, no..." Then I heard the sound of a hand hitting the wall. Here? I thought, how can I fuck you without a place to lie down? My curiosity exploded, and I remembered that there was a window on the second floor of the appliance store that looked down into the corridor. I quietly climbed up, opened the window, and looked down. When I saw it, my eyes immediately turned red, and my penis instantly exploded, as if it was about to ejaculate in the next second. I saw my mother completely naked, her hands gripping the wall, her large, luscious buttocks, the kind I'd always dreamed of, sticking up in the air. The ugly old man had pulled down his pants, revealing his enormous penis, ready to penetrate her. Because of the distance, I couldn't see her vagina clearly, only a 20-inch thick cock aimed directly at her buttocks. This scene, which had only ever existed in my imagination, was now unfolding before my eyes, and I felt a wave of dizziness. I managed to calm myself down, forgetting all anger and ethical concerns. This was the best porn I'd ever seen, featuring the best actress in my mind. I carefully examined my mother's body again. Her buttocks were snow-white, a stark contrast to the old man's dark yellow skin. Her waist, though not particularly slender, was perfectly proportioned to her buttocks. Her back skin looked just like the actresses in porn—snow-white and delicate. This body was deeply imprinted in my mind; no matter how many naked people I saw afterward, I would never forget this scene. The ugly old man slapped my mom's buttocks with his penis: "Bend up higher, you slut." My mom obediently bent her buttocks even higher. I was surprised that my mom was so obedient. Before I could think about it, I heard a "plop" sound, and his big penis plunged into my mom's big white buttocks, starting to thrust. "I've fucked you so many times, and you're still so tight down there. I can't believe you've had a child." "..." "Slut, tell me if you're a slut or not? I told you to bend your buttocks and you're already this wet." "..." "Not talking? I'll teach you to be quiet." I saw the ugly old man thrusting forward forcefully, each thrust making my mom unable to hold on, her chest pressing against the wall."Gently, gently... Yes, I'm a slut, I'm a slut who needs to be fucked. Ah... Ah... Gently." "Finally you spoke. I thought you were so reserved. You are a slut." "Yes, I am. Ah... Ah... Fuck me harder, harder, my cunt is so itchy, fuck me harder. Ah... Ah..." "Slut, slut who needs to be fucked, I'll fuck you to death!" The ugly old man held my mother's waist with one hand and bent forward with the other to rub her breasts: "Your sister's breasts feel good to touch too, but I think yours feel better." "You pervert, ah... You're not satisfied with fucking me, you want to fuck my sister too. Ah... Ah..." "What? You won't let me fuck you? If you won't let me fuck you, I won't fuck you now." As he spoke, he slowed down a little. "Ah...no, no, faster, fuck me harder...ah...ah...I'll let you fuck my sister...ah...ah..." "Then can I fuck your mother?" "You...you don't...don't push your luck, my mother...can't be fucked..." "Is that so? Okay, then I won't fuck her." So he slowed down again. "No, no, faster." My mother suddenly cried: "I'll let you fuck me, you can fuck whoever you want." She kept muttering to herself: "I'm a slut, I'm cheap, I let others fuck all the women in my family. I'm cheap, I'm cheap, ah...ah...ah..." As my mother spoke, her voice got higher and higher, and finally with a long moan, my mother's legs went weak, her face pressed against the wall, and the floor between her legs was soaked with her vaginal fluid. That was the first time I witnessed my mother being fucked to orgasm, and at that moment, I didn't know how to describe my feelings. This is my mom, the dignified and gentle mom in my eyes. Qiang Ge was forced that time, but at least he helped our family. And this ugly old man? Is he the only repairman in the world? Can't he find anyone else? Or has Mom fallen so low that she'll accept anything as long as it pleases her? I can't understand. Although my thoughts are a jumbled mess, my penis is uncontrollably swelling. I can't help but pull it out, looking at this lewd scene below, and start masturbating. "Damn, you came so quickly, so slutty!" The ugly old man grabbed my mom's waist and pulled her back, making her stand up straight again. He continued to fuck her. After a while, my mom started moaning rhythmically again. "You're not going to do it anymore? You're willing to give up my dick?" "I can't bear to, ah...I can't bear to, ah...ah...I love your big dick, ah...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...ah...ah..." "Damn, you're so fucking slutty, you could go out and sell yourself. I'll help you contact someone tomorrow, you can just stay home and make money." "Ah...no, ah...I'm not that slutty, ah...I'll let you fuck me because you have a big dick, ah...harder, I'm going to die..." "Then I'll find you a bunch of big dicks to take turns fucking you, okay?" He slapped my mom's white buttocks, and a red handprint immediately appeared on her white buttocks. "Ah...ah...okay, okay, let you fuck me, take turns fucking me, take turns fucking my slutty cunt! I'm going to die! I'm going to die..." "Then shout louder, there's a main street next door, any man on the street has a big dick, shout louder and let them come and fuck you." "..." My mom refused to speak, she just continued to moan. This ugly old man actually wanted my mom to be a prostitute, damn it! But then I pictured a bunch of men with huge dicks fucking my mom, and my dick started to swell again. This feeling of anger, jealousy, and humiliation overwhelmed me, and I almost ejaculated, so I quickly stopped. The old man below hadn't ejaculated, how could I? I stopped and continued watching. "Not screaming? Not screaming? Still pretending? Your cunt's juices are already soaking my legs, are you already imagining a bunch of big dicks in front of you? Are you imagining a bunch of people lining up to fuck you? You public bus slut, I'll teach you to scream!" The ugly old man suddenly started thrusting wildly. My mom was clearly struggling to keep up: "Slow down, slow down, I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'll scream..." She shouted in her normal voice: "There's a slut here waiting for a big-dicked man to fuck her, come on! Come on! Fuck me to death!" "Too quiet." My mom hesitated for a moment, then raised her voice and shouted again. From the second floor, I saw several men on the street next door grinning wickedly at us. I didn't know what they were thinking, but I knew my mother could imagine there were men outside, and she could imagine what those men wanted to do to her. Suddenly, she trembled all over, and large amounts of fluid leaked between her legs. "Damn, she actually peed from being fucked. This last time was definitely worth it!" The ugly old man suddenly laughed and fucked her even harder. My mother was already too weak to stand, her whole body pressed against the wall, her face pressed against it. I was above and to the side of them, and I could see my mother's expression. Her eyes were vacant, her mouth was just mechanically uttering "ah, um" moans, and saliva was dripping from her mouth. That expression, that expression, it was as if I saw her when she was 6 years old, hearing Qiang Ge fucking her outside the door. This was my mother, the mother who was supreme in my eyes, but now she was succumbing to lust, her ass sticking out as she was being fucked, being manipulated like a bitch. The large puddle between her legs was a mark of being fucked, a mark of being fucked to the point of madness. Thinking of this, seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. My right hand gripped my penis again, and I frantically masturbated. After a while, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated onto the wall. The repairman was also speeding up his thrusts, and finally, with a sudden thud, he plunged deep into my mother's vagina. At that moment, I seemed to see thick white semen rapidly filling my mother's vagina, filling every corner to the brim, so full that it seeped out little by little. My mother screamed and finally collapsed to her knees. The ugly old man pulled out his gradually softening penis and shoved it into my mother's mouth: "One last time, give me a good cleaning." My mother let him stir it in her mouth in a daze. "Damn, that felt good. You never let me do your mouth before, this last time is perfect." The ugly old man pulled up his pants, turned and left: "I'll keep these panties as a souvenir." After a few steps, he suddenly remembered: "This is the last time today, but that doesn't mean there won't be any more. Hahaha!" Then he strode away. My mother came to her senses, looked at his retreating figure, and started to cry. At this moment, I was also stunned, thinking about everything that had just happened, as if it was all still unreal. My mother silently put on the dress she was wearing when she came in, put on her underwear, and I saw her dark red nipples and her jade-like white buttocks slowly hidden under her clothes. And she became the dignified and beautiful mother I usually saw. The water stains on the ground would probably dry in a while, but my mother's lewd image could never be hidden in my heart. I cannot tolerate my mother being threatened like this. Although she submitted to his big dick, there was still something she didn't want to do. She is my mother, and I absolutely cannot tolerate her being threatened by such a person. Back then, I didn't have the ability to protect my mother, but now, I can still do some things. I believe that without that beginning, things wouldn't have turned out this way. My mother wouldn't have become so promiscuous, so unlike the person I used to see. "It's all that ugly old man's fault. Yes, as long as he disappears, everything will go back to normal," I murmured. After making up my mind, I contacted my buddy, Mao, and asked him to gather some people to go find that ugly old man. When we found him, he was still at home. After we barged in, I looked around the house—this small house. In this house, this ugly man had fucked my mother a hundred times, two hundred times, or even more? I didn't know. I looked at the sofa, the bed, the coffee table, and it seemed like I could see my mother being fucked everywhere, her juices flowing everywhere, as if the room was constantly echoing with my mother's moans. I felt like my head was about to explode. My anger and desire were at their peak. In that state, I saw the ugly old man's terrified expression as he clutched his head at me. I felt utterly disgusted, and my extremely suppressed emotions seemed to find an outlet. I grabbed the wooden stick from Mao and struck him on the head, knocking him backward to the ground. Then I stomped on his penis hard—one stomp, two stomps, three stomps. Just as the fourth stomp was about to land, Mao and the others pulled me away in a panic: "Don't do that, something bad will happen." I struggled free: "Stay away from the Zhou sisters from now on. If I find out you're bothering them again, you won't need this extra leg anymore." With that, I stormed out. I couldn't stay in that place for another minute. I don't know what I was feeling; I just felt I couldn't bear that kind of mental pressure. This matter is over. Forget it. That ugly old man didn't contact my mother again, but I don't know if he contacted my aunt. I don't want to care anymore.Once, I thought about it: what would happen to my mother if I hadn't gone to that repairman? I truly couldn't predict the consequences. Perhaps, driven by desire, I would have gone down that path to the very end, and one day I would have had the chance to experience having sex with my mother myself. But I didn't choose that path; I chose a different path that normal people take. Was my choice right or wrong? This question is like asking, do you want to have sex with your mother or not? There's no answer; it's a agonizing question. Since I've already made my choice, there's no turning back. Since there's no turning back, let's forget it! Forget that ugly old man, forget that lewd mother. My mother used the money she earned from the appliance store to open a restaurant, and we lived there. She finally returned to a normal life. But I don't know if another repairman will appear before my father returns, and if my mother will become that lewd woman again. I've realized I've changed. I've become somewhat disgusted and resentful of my mother. Is it because I can't accept her, or because I'm afraid I'll eventually lose control of my desires? I don't know. Although I want to forget, whenever I see my mother, whenever I see her big buttocks, I will unconsciously think of that moment when my mother was lewd, I will think of that puddle of water, I will think of that repairman. It has been imprinted deep in my soul. The scene in my imagination, the person who fucks my mother from behind, is either Brother Qiang, or me, or the ugly old man, and my mother is always moaning. (To be continued) (4) Behind the happiness - Dad came back My dad finally came back when I was 15 years old. I don't have much of an impression of my dad, I just remember those summer nights when my mom and I went to see him, he held me in one arm and coaxed me to sleep, and chased away mosquitoes with the other. My dad is a resolute soldier with all the typical characteristics of a soldier. He is very tolerant of me. Although he will get angry and kick me when I make a big mistake, he is very good to me most of the time. After my dad came back, my family gradually became complete, but I always had a sense of guilt and sympathy in my heart. If Dad knew how my mom lived, how I grew up, what would he do? Could this family still hold together? I dared not imagine. I could only pretend that nothing had happened, that everything started anew the day my father returned. But all the crises were merely hidden beneath the surface of peace. After my father returned, he was assigned to the police station, receiving a rank of first-class police superintendent, a position that was neither high nor low. If it weren't for his recommendation letter from the military, he probably would have only been a lowly policeman. Coupled with his position as a company commander, everyone in the police station, except for the chief and deputy chief, would give him face. Our lives gradually became more stable. The police station allocated my father an apartment, a small two-bedroom house. Although the rooms weren't large, it was certainly better than a wooden house that provided shelter from the wind and rain, and we no longer had to fetch water with basins and pots every time it rained. My mother and I had lived through such frugal times, and we were quite satisfied with our current life. Thanks to my father's connections, the restaurant my mother ran was doing increasingly well, gaining a small reputation in the town, and attracting frequent customers. My mom is 37. While her figure hasn't changed much, it's become a little looser, and she has some fine lines around her eyes, showing the signs of aging. She smiles more often now. My dad is also cheerful every day, working a relaxed job and occasionally helping out at my mom's shop. My parents have an unwritten rule: they always have dinner with me in the evenings. Since my mom runs a restaurant, she naturally puts on a show at this time, so my dad and I eat delicious home-cooked meals every day. After dinner, I sometimes read a book, sometimes watch TV, while my parents always snuggle on the sofa, chatting and laughing together. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and hear the creaking of the bed and my mom's suppressed moans. I think this is probably the happiness of an ordinary life! But this kind of life didn't last long. About six months later, on a Monday, my mom and I were serving guests at the restaurant when my dad's colleague, Uncle Hui, rushed over to tell us that my dad had gotten into trouble while handling a case of a group fight. My mother's face changed immediately upon hearing this. After a brief explanation, she rushed me to the hospital. My father lay weakly on the hospital bed, his head and left leg wrapped in thick bandages. Tears welled up in my mother's eyes. "What happened to him?" my mother asked Hui Ge, sobbing. "Sigh, this wasn't originally a case he was in charge of, but he insisted on getting involved. One of the people involved in the brawl was the nephew of the head of the Chengbei Police Station. He used his connections to harass Hei Zi's wife from the fabric market. You know Hei Zi, right?" My mother recalled that there was someone named Hei Zi who had returned to this area around the same time as my father after his discharge from the military. They had even eaten together a few times during the initial period after his return. Hei Zi's wife was a very beautiful young woman, famous in the fabric market, known as "Fabric Beauty." "Yes, I remember. Hei Zi was one of the guys who came back from military service with my husband." "Yes, Hei Zi was a soldier, a tough guy. How could he tolerate someone harassing his wife? So he grabbed a stool and beat that bastard to a pulp. That bastard remembered him and told him to wait, 'Don't you dare run away!'" My mother's face showed an unnatural expression when she heard about the tough guy: "And then?" "If Hei Zi had run away, he would have been fine. But he thought everyone in the fabric market was his brother, so he waited there. Unexpectedly, two hours later, that bastard brought twenty thugs back to the fabric market with sticks. Everyone in the market was a coward and hid, so the twenty-odd men rushed up and surrounded Hei Zi. Hei Zi, relying on his strength, managed to take down two or three, but there were too many of them, and he could only take the beating. Hei Zi's wife saw that Hei Zi was in trouble and thought that since Yuan (my dad) worked at the police station, maybe he could help." So they called Yuan. Upon hearing the news, Yuan grabbed his baton and went out without a word. Luckily, he was wearing a police uniform, and the thugs stopped when they saw the police. Only the police chief's nephew, taking advantage of his position, attacked Yuan, breaking his head and fracturing his leg. Later, probably realizing the situation had escalated, he fled. Hei Zi's wife, crying, called an ambulance and took both of them to the hospital. They were barely saved, and Yuan had just fallen asleep. Just as I finished speaking, Hei Zi's wife came in. Seeing my mother, she cried and apologized, "Sister Yun, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called Yuan for help. I'm the one who hurt him, I'm so sorry. But I really had no other choice, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." She almost knelt down as she cried. Seeing this, my mother could only help Hei Zi's wife up: "Forget it, it's not your fault. That's just Yuan's personality; if you ask him not to help, he gets upset. Sister, don't cry, go keep Hei Zi company!" After seeing Hei Zi's wife off, my mother sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding my father's hand, silent for a long time, before saying to me, "Xiao Bin, you go back first. Mom will keep your father company for a while, and then I'll cook for you when we get back." She then turned back to stare blankly at my father. "Mom, don't be too sad. Dad did a great job." "..." "Mom, can I stay here with Dad?" "No need. You should go back first. You have school tomorrow. You're in your final year of junior high now, and you'll be entering a higher grade next year. Your studies are important. Your dad isn't in danger anymore, so there's no point in you staying here. Go back first!" "But..." "There's no 'but.' You still have to review your English today. Go on!" "Okay!" I turned around dejectedly to leave, but when I turned back, I saw Uncle Hui staring at my mom with wide eyes. When he saw me looking at him, he looked away somewhat awkwardly, then said to my mom, "Little sister, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I'm on duty!" After saying that, he turned and left. I turned around and looked in the direction he was looking. It turned out my mom had been wearing a coat over a loose, sleeveless top, but she'd rushed over and forgotten her coat. She was only wearing the sleeveless top, and because it was loose, her bra was completely visible from the side. What was even more shocking was that she was wearing a half-cup bra, half her breast was exposed, and I could vaguely see her dark red nipples. No wonder Uncle Hui's eyes were glued to her, and mine were too—my dick immediately stood up. Seeing I hadn't left, my mom was a little angry: "Why aren't you going back? Why are you being so disobedient again?" It seemed she still hadn't realized she'd been exposed. I was reluctant to leave this exposed area, but I didn't want my mom to find out I was spying on her, so I quickly turned and left. Before leaving the ward, I turned back and saw my father lying in bed. The father who always presented himself as a resolute soldier was now lying so weakly in bed, and my face darkened. That grandson, I'll make him pay! I thought about finding Mao, but Mao was just a bully at school. Outside of school, he's just a kid. He's okay at disciplining people normally, but in this situation, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it. Besides, I didn't want to involve him in my family's affairs. So I thought of another person—Brother Guang. Brother Guang is one of the three most powerful gang leaders in our area (I don't know his exact name because...).I'm not the son of someone who's been through that kind of thing. His father built his empire through sheer force, but he wanted his son to gain more management experience so he could take over. So he used all sorts of methods to get Guang Ge promoted to prestigious local schools. Unfortunately, like his father, Guang Ge only had iron fists; his brains weren't very useful. He didn't seem to care, saying, "Even if I don't become a respectable person in the future, at least I'll know what it looks like." Speaking of which, it was fate that brought Guang Ge and me together, and it was also quite naive. We happened to be in the same class in junior high. Back then, teachers often paired a top student with a struggling student, so he put him behind me. Initially, he looked down on me quite a bit. Of course, he looked down on all so-called top students, thinking they only knew how to hold books and that they might not be as useful as him in the future. Then I discovered that I wasn't quite the model student he imagined. I didn't have the affectation of typical top students, nor the disdain and condescension they showed towards struggling students. On the contrary, I got along well with all the average and struggling students in the class, except for the top students. One day in class, he quietly said to me, "Hey, I'll make a bet with you. If you beat me, I'll protect you from now on. And I don't think someone like you can possibly win." I was a little hesitant at first, but his words immediately provoked me: "Okay, go ahead." "Do you know how to spin a pen?" "Spin a pen? Yes." To be honest, back then, not many people in our class knew how to spin a pen, and my fingers were a bit stiff, so I felt a little intimidated when he mentioned it. "I'll bet you," he said. "If you can learn to spin a pen faster than me within a week, you win. Otherwise, you lose. If you lose, you'll have to help me with all my exams and homework from now on." He looked at me with a smug expression. I figured the bet wasn't too big, and seeing his annoyed look, I agreed. For the next week, I practiced pen spinning like a madman—day and night, walking, even in bed. He was quite surprised by my dedication. The day before the bet ended, he said to me, "Hey, Bin, even if you lose tomorrow, I won't consider it a loss." "Who wins and who loses is still uncertain!" And I actually won! Although my fingers were stiff, I developed a habit, and thankfully, pen spinning wasn't too difficult. I won by a small margin. Guang readily admitted defeat: "A bet's a bet, from now on you're my friend." And so, Guang and I became friends, and our relationship grew even stronger because we shared similar interests. However, unexpectedly, in the third year of junior high, his father finally realized that Guang was a spitting image of him, so he made him drop out of school and took 16-year-old Guang under his wing, gradually introducing him to his "business." After that, we lost contact. I wasn't sure if Guang would still remember me, but to get revenge, I decided to try. So I went to the nightclub his family owned. When I first arrived, I didn't know how to find him, so I asked the receptionist. When the receptionist heard that I was looking for Guang, their eyes widened slightly, as if they didn't believe I could possibly have any connection with him. Fortunately, they still helped me find him and told me to wait outside. About ten minutes later, Guang Ge came out in a flurry: "Hey kid, what brings you here? Are you looking for a couple of girls to lose your virginity? Tell me, what do you want? I'll find you one." Hearing his tone, I breathed a sigh of relief. Guang Ge hadn't changed at all, so I started chatting with him. "Damn it, I need you to find girls? I can just wave someone over and a whole bunch of girls will swarm me for me to choose from." "Uh, you're just bragging! If that were true, would you still be a virgin?" "I'm not going to argue with you. I'm here to ask you for a favor." "What favor? Who bullied you? Or who do you want to bully? Just tell me." "Don't agree too soon, listen to me first!" Seeing my expression change, Guang Ge became serious too: "What's wrong? You're making it sound like my dad died." "That's about it. My dad's in the hospital right now. Someone beat him up." Guang Ge looked shocked: "Who would dare beat up a policeman? Especially your dad." "Do you know the nephew of the head of the Chengbei Police Station?" "I know him. His name is Huang Cheng, and his uncle, the police chief, is Huang Yishan. He bullies everyone here, taking advantage of his connections. He's a tyrant, bullying women and committing all sorts of evil deeds. He even gave himself a disgusting name—'Cheng the Tyrant.' His uncle isn't any better, but it seems he has a strong network of connections and occasionally asks our major gangs for favors. We didn't have much contact with him before, but not long ago he messed with us. He got drunk and caused trouble at a nightclub in the north of the city. We taught him a lesson, and then his uncle, the police chief, brought a bunch of cops. Under the guise of a crackdown on organized crime, they arrested several of my brothers. My dad is still planning how to settle this score! What happened? Did he get involved with your dad too?" "Yes." "This is difficult! They're cops, we're thugs. These attributes are inherently incompatible, and I don't have many options!" "I'll think of a solution, as long as it doesn't cause your family any losses." "Well, when did you become a strategist? Still so stubborn." Brother Guang looked at me with a hint of mockery. "I just want to vent my anger. Nobody should touch my family." "Brother, just because you said that, I'll definitely help you. However, I definitely can't touch too many resources here. They're keeping a close eye on things over there lately. I'm afraid if I make a move, everything will leak out." "That is indeed a bit troublesome. You want me to write down all his movements over the past few days, preferably down to how many times he went to the toilet." "That's easy. But what do you want him to do with that?" Brother Guang looked at me with some confusion. Actually, I didn't really know what I wanted to do. I just felt that if I knew his movements, I would definitely be able to figure out what to do next, since it was my first time. "There'll always be a way. You'll see!" "Okay! Come find me again next Monday." He suddenly remembered something: "Next time you come, just go to the Cangzhu private room on the second floor of the nightclub. Don't tell that idiot receptionist." "It's okay, I'll wait for you outside!" "Are you fucking asking for a beating? If I make you wait like this, am I still me?" "Hahaha, okay, see you next week!" "I have something to do, you can leave now!" "Okay. You're busy!" After saying that, he rushed back. Watching his back, I couldn't help but smile. This friendship, which started with a childish bet, was unexpectedly reassuring, perhaps because he was Brother Guang! Coming back to my senses, I realized that my hands were trembling involuntarily, and cold sweat was constantly dripping from my forehead. I realized that I was so nervous. Was it because of Brother Guang, or because of what I wanted to do? I couldn't tell. Anyway, I had to get out of here as soon as possible. That night, my mother got home before me and questioned me about where I had been.For the next week, I practiced pen spinning almost obsessively, spinning it day and night, walking, even sleeping in bed. He was quite surprised to see me like this. The day before the bet ended, he said to me, "Hey, Bin, even if you lose tomorrow, I won't consider it a loss." "Who wins and who loses is still uncertain!" In the end, I actually won. Although my fingers were numb, I developed a habit, and fortunately, pen spinning wasn't too difficult. I won by a small margin. Guang readily admitted his defeat: "A bet's a bet, from now on you're my friend." That's how Guang and I became friends, and later, because we shared similar interests, our relationship became even closer. But unexpectedly, in the third year of junior high, his father finally realized that Guang was a carbon copy of him, so he made him drop out of school and took 16-year-old Guang with him, letting him slowly get involved in his "career." After that, we lost contact. I wasn't sure if Guang Ge would still remember me, but to get back at him, I decided to give it a try. So I went to the nightclub they owned. When I first arrived, I didn't know how to find him, so I asked the receptionist. When the receptionist heard that I was looking for Guang Ge, she looked at me with a different expression, as if she didn't think I could possibly be someone who had any connection with Guang Ge, and seemed a little skeptical. Fortunately, she still helped me find him and told me to wait outside. About ten minutes later, I saw Guang Ge rush out: "What brings you here, kid? Looking for a couple of girls to lose your virginity? Tell me, what do you want? I'll find it for you." Hearing his tone, I breathed a sigh of relief. Guang Ge hadn't chang

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