My Alluring Stepmother - Incest Novel

Back in my room, I sat alone in front of the computer, lost in thought. I checked the time; it was already 8 PM. Remembering I hadn't eaten, I suddenly felt hungry.
I'm up now, but I guess I'll only be eating instant noodles tonight. I just gave my stepmother a piece of my mind, she probably hates me now! I always knew this day would come, but I guessed the beginning but not the end. What my stepmother just said to me contained so much unspoken meaning.
She was so engrossed that I couldn't keep up with her train of thought at all. But now that I think about it, I guess I should feel sorry for her. After I turned on my computer and logged onto QQ, a retro-style avatar kept flashing. I clicked on it and saw it was someone I'd met online about six months ago.
The girl, this netizen just kept using the word "勿" (do not), I still don't understand what she meant. She sent me a message: "Do you have time to play cards with me?" Normally, I might have agreed, but today I really wasn't in the mood, so I replied: "Sorry, I probably don't have time today, you play by yourself!"
The girl replied, "What's wrong? Feeling down?" "Extremely down." "I bet you either broke up with your boyfriend or had a fight with your family, right?" "Sort of, but it's a long story, I won't tell you." After logging off QQ, I went to the kitchen to prepare instant noodles. This night is long, I need to fill my stomach, otherwise I won't have the energy to play games later. I passed by my stepmother's room...
During that time, I wanted to peek at what she was doing, but the room was tightly shut, so I had to give up. Halfway through my meal at the dining table, my stepmother suddenly appeared in front of me. She had changed into a pink silk nightgown, looking even more sexy, and her hair, which I had messed up earlier...
I noticed her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, exuding a mature charm yet retaining a touch of innocence. I even suspected she was deliberately seducing me. "Is it good?" my stepmother asked, staring at me with interest. I rolled my eyes at her, not intending to pay any attention to this lunatic. Actually, no matter how much I looked down on her or hated her before, today's events...
After that incident, I truly never had the confidence to yell at her again. This wasn't out of sympathy or pity, but rather a deep-seated resonance within me.
Alright. Strictly speaking, Wang Qingxia and I are actually the same kind of people; we're both the kind who start acting crazy once we get going. It's inevitable that Wang Qingxia has something on her mind, something that has weighed on her for many, many years. As for me, the loss of a loved one hit me so hard that even now…
I still find it a little hard to accept, which is why I've always kept my distance from Wang Qingxia, who seemed like a very good stepmother. My stepmother wasn't angry at all about my indifference. She changed her usual demeanor and casually asked me, "How can you treat me like this today? Do you think you're being fair to your girlfriend?"
"What?" I tossed the fork into the instant noodle cup and laughed, "I'm not kidding you, I'm still pursuing my girlfriend, but I believe I'll win her over." My stepmother rested her chin on her hands, feigning a submissive woman's demeanor, and asked, "Who's prettier, me or your girlfriend? Who has a better figure?" "Wang Qingxia, are you ever going to stop?" My stepmother completely ignored my anger and continued, "How about I be your girlfriend? I've already thought it over. If all else fails, I'll be your mistress too. You..."
"I'm already a sophomore this semester. It turns out our little Ming has grown up." I scoffed. I seemed to be getting numb to her bizarre way of thinking. My stepmother persisted shamelessly, "I'm curious what kind of person I am in your eyes?" "Really want to know?" Wang Qingxia nodded solemnly. I chuckled, "You said you're my stepmother, do you think I'd dare do anything to you?" My stepmother smiled, stood up, and gracefully went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine and two stemmed glasses. She poured two glasses, placed one in front of me, and then…
I took a sip. But I didn't touch the glass of red wine she poured for me. Besides not being in the mood, I was also afraid she might drug it and kill me or something. In short, I'm increasingly unable to understand this crazy stepmother. Chapter Three: Past Events My stepmother wasn't angry at all about my actions. Holding her wine glass, she laughed and said, "I think you must be heartbroken by your dark childhood, right?"
"In the years we've been together, I wouldn't say I completely understand you, but you really have nothing to hide from me." I looked up and squinted at her. My stepmother continued, "Want to hear a story?" "No interest," I refused outright. But Wang Qingxia didn't give me a chance to slip away. She came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Even if you don't want to hear it, I still want to..."
"Tell me, I'll make you realize that your little misery is nothing to me." Her words piqued my interest. I released her hand and said irritably, "If you're going to talk to me while you're on top of me, I'd like to know what a slut is really like."
"What kind of bullshit story could there be, Wang Qingxia? If you dare to act like a whore with me and then pretend to be virtuous, I'll really poison you with arsenic!" My stepmother laughed loudly, sat down opposite me, put down her wine glass, looked out the kitchen window at the dark night sky, and slowly said, "Back then, your father was in Changsha..."
When Jiao started from scratch, I wasn't by his side, but I was always with him during his most difficult times. Now, it's been about five years.
Back then, probably no one, including your mother, knew where I came from. I only remember your mother praising me for being capable, and then later, your mother...
She died in a tragedy. I wonder if she hated me to the core before she died. But actually, I don't care about any of that, because your mother was killed by another woman.
"Yes, that woman is the one who really had an affair with your father." Wang Qingxia sneered, "Heh, doesn't it seem absurd?" These are all old stories; if she hadn't told me, I might never have known. "Continue!" After drinking, a blush rose on my stepmother's increasingly hazy face. She seemed quite satisfied with my expression and continued, "Actually, none of this is..."
The point is, that's your family's petty business, it has nothing to do with me. Even before your father passed away, he told me not to tell you these things, but now I feel...
Whatever. You heartless bastard, you even want to sleep with your stepmother, so I have nothing to fear. I admit I did want to be your father's mistress back then, but she never liked me. Well, it's not that she didn't like me; people of your father's generation were all...
"A bachelor venturing out into the world, they all believe in superstitions, thinking that taking me as a mistress might shorten his lifespan, so he didn't have the guts." My stepmother took a sip of red wine, smiling, and said, "Do you know why he thought it would shorten his lifespan? Does it feel like listening to a story?" I cursed angrily, "Stop beating around the bush, tell me!" "Don't be impatient, since we've come this far, I'll definitely finish. You probably don't know where my hometown is, actually, if it weren't for suddenly stirring up those memories..."
Memories... I might have even forgotten them myself. Actually, when I was nineteen, I stayed in my hometown in Sichuan, and the days before that are too painful to recall... I won't...
I'm telling you this so as not to hurt your young heart. My acquaintance with your father was by chance; the process was rather complicated, but you'll find out someday.
To be honest, it was that time that your father completely saved me. He brought me, a girl from the countryside, to the big city of Shanghai, and then let me learn various skills by his side.
All sorts of things that seem incredibly complex to me. Can you imagine a girl like me, who knows absolutely nothing and even has terrible handwriting, sitting in a board meeting taking notes?
How was it recording? Can you imagine how it felt for a girl like me, whose Mandarin isn't even fluent, to talk to those foreigners? There are so many things I don't want to say anymore, although...
Those were painful years, but in my opinion, they were the most fulfilling period of my life. And hard work always pays off; one day I finally received your mother's love.
Praise was a particularly honorable thing in our time. You have to understand your mother's status back then; she was an absolute powerhouse. At that time, the country...
Everyone in the financial world knows her. But things change quickly from quantitative to qualitative change. I've always been a bit naive, or as you would say, a stupid woman, and yet...
I was so stupid to want to sleep with your father, just to repay him, but I never expected him to refuse me so harshly. He even slapped me, and I still feel...
"I remember it vividly." My stepmother smiled mysteriously. "There's a reason for that. Want to hear it?" "Screw you, keep going!" I snapped. Wang Qingxia with her ponytail is truly more and more beautiful the more you look at her. Generally speaking, it's shameful for a mature woman to pretend to be young so she can have a younger man, but when she tries to be innocent, she's absolutely pure and innocent.
Like a lotus emerging naturally, unadorned. After thoroughly whetting my appetite, my stepmother whispered, "People often make mistakes when their minds are clouded, and at that time, I..."
I've thought things through better than anyone else. I believed I could gain your father's favor, and even if she didn't, I wouldn't mind, because she's already given me so much.
There's a lot. Later I found out that when he took me away from Chengdu, he told my adoptive father that he wanted to be my godfather. Godfathers in the past weren't like the ones I have now.
My godfather is so devalued, and your father is a rather traditional older man, so he wouldn't dare do anything to me. This matter has always been on both of our minds, and we've never...
Someone knows. I used to wonder if I had fallen in love with your father or if I simply wanted to repay him. But now I realize those were rather naive thoughts.
When your mother passed away, your father's business was also declining. In fact, this was all your father's own doing; he was harmed by a woman with a heart of stone.
"Oh no, that woman is the real murderer who killed your mother." The stepmother downed her glass of red wine in one gulp, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "You probably know what happened next," she said coldly. "Your father brought me..."
In this family, he made you call me stepmother. In reality, he was paving the way for his own future, because he knew his glory days wouldn't last much longer, and he was thinking about how I would manage in the future.
He took care of you, and the reason he came to me was because, isolated and helpless, I was the only person he could trust. You might not believe it, but your father has never touched me even once.
"Isn't it ridiculous?" I sat across from her, momentarily stunned; her words were overwhelming. My stepmother, unconcerned whether I was listening or not, continued, "And then there's nothing more to say. Your father went to jail and then died mysteriously in prison."
This is certainly not a coincidence, and I don't know who the real mastermind is right now. But when your father went to prison, he said something to me...
I wanted to keep you out of his circle. These past two years, staying by your side has been like paying off the debt I owed your father, but I never expected you to...
"You treat me like an enemy. The only reason I've managed to hold on until now is because I know you're still kind!" I chuckled. "When have I ever been kind to you?" "That's not important. What's important is that from today onwards, I'm going to make you feel completely guilty towards me. I'm going to make you regret it." "You're really overthinking it. Do you really think I'd believe all that baseless stuff you just said?" My stepmother grinned foolishly. "Don't you dare try to act mature with me. You're not even fully grown yet. Where do you get your confidence?" "Whether I'm fully grown or not, do you want to see?" "Ha, how domineering. Do you dare to take your clothes off?" "Can a woman stop 'fucking' all the time? Do you think it's funny?" "What's wrong? Do you expect me to put on a dignified and virtuous act in front of you? Maybe before, but now, don't even dream about it!" I laughed self-deprecatingly. "Now I finally know that you're just a resentful woman, you idiot." My stepmother snapped her fingers and smiled, "You're so clever. I just wanted you to feel guilty towards me for the rest of your life, I just wanted you to never be able to leave me." Her words moved me deeply. Not so much because I found her words incredibly touching, but because I realized she was actually more pitiful than I was.
Seeing my state, that slut Wang Qingxia seemed to have a change of heart and, for the first time ever, stopped talking. So the two of us sat facing each other in silence. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I was wondering how much of what she had said was true. She should have been the most qualified to speak about those sordid things concerning my father, but after today's entanglement with her, I had to be more cautious. Who…
I know this woman might be setting me up with this story. You know, when a woman goes crazy, she's truly lawless. Forget about making me feel guilty for the rest of my life; I'd even be willing to take her down with me.
It's possible. After my stepmother had drunk more than half a bottle of red wine, I stood up and said to her, "If you're done talking, I'm going to sleep. I'll be going to my classmate's place first thing tomorrow morning."
"I think we both need to calm down after staying at your place for two days." (Chapter 4: An Encounter with My First Love) My stepmother frowned. "You don't want to see me?" "Think what you want, I've said what I needed to say."
My stepmother suddenly threw her wine glass on the floor. Before I could say anything, she swept the unfinished bottle of red wine under the table. I yelled, "Crazy woman, why don't you smash everything in this house?" "You think I wouldn't dare?" My stepmother stood up, staggered over to me, and sneered, "Don't ever come back once you leave this house!" I snorted, completely ignoring her unreasonable behavior. As I turned to go back to my room, I called her a lunatic. And then it was Wang Qingxia's turn...
The crazy woman was screaming and yelling. I ignored her and went back to my room, where I tried to sleep, but my mind was foggy, and I kept inexplicably thinking about what Wang Qingxia had told me.
My mother was murdered, my father was murdered—it sounded more melodramatic than any prime-time soap opera. Although I didn't want to believe her lies, I had to, after all, she had experienced those things. But what if she was deliberately lying to me? There were too many uncertainties. I even regretted my impulsive behavior towards my stepmother today. But people grow up, mature, and take responsibility for themselves. And me? I seemed to still be living in that self-centered world. I wondered, should I try to trust some people? Soon, I fell asleep. Good non-fiction often seems absurd, but it's far more profound than one imagines. As I left this house with a bag on my back, I suddenly realized that this person...
Life is truly full of ups and downs. I, a neurotic who's been accumulating resentment for over two years, and a madman who claims to be tired of dignified elegance but actually has a bitter history, should have been...
They hit it off immediately, but the result was that for the past few years, they've both been pursuing their own agendas, and even after the truth was revealed, they remained bitter enemies.
That's really a bit unbelievable.
As I reached the door, Wang Qingxia, a woman with a typical dual personality, rushed out. Upon seeing me, she immediately reverted to her usual intellectual self, a stark contrast to her behavior the previous night.
With an elegant smile, she said to me, "I'll drive you there." Wang Qingxia probably wasn't planning on going to work today, so her usual professional office attire was gone, replaced by a sophisticated beige outfit.
Wearing a floral dress, she looked much younger; probably no one would guess that this woman was my stepmother, but equally, no one could tell that this seemingly dignified woman was actually...
She was a complete lunatic. I completely ignored her fawning and brushed past her before reaching the outside of the residential area. But I hadn't gone far when a piercing horn sounded behind me.
A sound. I turned and coldly stared at Wang Qingxia sitting in the BMW X6, but she didn't seem to care at all. After getting out of the car, she jogged over to me and whispered...
She said, "I've forgotten everything that happened last night. I hope you won't overthink it. Get in the car, I'll take you there." I was a little surprised and said, "Did you get your head stuck in a door?" Wang Qingxia, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, nodded and said helplessly, "Okay, I admit I can't forget, but before I leave this house, I have to take on the responsibility of guardianship."
"It's your responsibility. Of course, you don't have to get in my car. It's fine, I can just walk." I chuckled and said, "Then go ahead, go as far away as you can." Wang Qingxia turned and got into the car in a huff. I shook my head and continued walking, but after only a few steps, the car caught up, and with each step I took, she pressed a button.
After honking the horn, I finally lost my temper and got into the passenger seat, angrily saying, "Drive anywhere, the more secluded the better." Wang Qingxia smiled slyly and asked, "Where are we going?" "I'm going to fuck you!" "Car sex?" "Fuck you, drive!" Wang Qingxia, with her incredibly thick skin, really wanted to take me to a car for sex, but if I wanted to fuck her, I actually had the chance last night, so after driving for a short while...
After a while, I still told her I was going to my best friend's classmate's house. Wang Qingxia didn't say anything; she knew where my classmate lived. After the car turned around, she remained silent the whole way. I live not far from Wuhan University of Technology. Actually, I used to live with my stepmother in the Hanyang District, but because I got into this university, her mother...
They insisted on moving here, and I had no choice but to let them. I even gave them the cold shoulder for over a month over this issue. Originally, I thought...
I thought I could leave her once I got into university, but who knew I'd still be living under the same roof with her. The drive didn't take long; it was a residential area not far from East China Normal University. My best friend is studying at a university in Shanghai, and I haven't visited her since she came back for summer vacation.
I figured I might as well take this opportunity to have some fun with this guy for a couple of days. Before I got out of the car, my stepmother, Wang Qingxia, said to me, "Come back whenever you want, I'll be waiting for you at home!" I glanced at her, said nothing, and got out of the car. She didn't leave until I entered the residential area before slowly driving away in her BMW. Sometimes I really can't figure out what this woman is thinking. If she's just trying to get revenge on me, I can understand that, after all, I've hurt her these past two years.
I've wronged her countless times. But what does it mean that she's back to normal today, after turning on me yesterday? I called my best friend downstairs. He was still sleeping, but when he heard it was me, he rushed downstairs without even getting dressed.
"I'm dressed." The two acted like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years. He immediately patted my shoulder, almost dislocating it. "Xiao Ming, you finally decided to come see me?" My best friend gave me a fierce, disdainful look. This guy had a very flamboyant name, Jiang Zhonghua. He wasn't good-looking, but his womanizing skills were top-notch. He had a completely nonchalant attitude, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
"How many women has he ruined?" I joked. "You have the nerve to say that if you don't come looking for me?" Jiang Zhonghua put his arm around my neck and sat down on a bench in the community garden. He sighed and said sadly, "It's not that I didn't want to come see you, it's just that these past few days..."
"I'm being harassed by some woman. She's been waiting for me downstairs in the apartment complex all day, making me afraid to even go downstairs." I chuckled and said, "At least come up with a better excuse. Where's the girl you're talking about? Why is she nowhere to be seen today?" Jiang Zhonghua took out the pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes from my pocket, lit one, and said softly, "I broke up with her completely yesterday. I'm still worried she might jump off a building."
"It should be fine after one night. I was planning to come see you this afternoon, and here you are!" "Alright, I won't keep you in suspense any longer, I..." Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted me, "By the way, I have something to tell you. That woman you've always liked is back, and she's even moved a whole bunch of stuff."
"You've come to my neighborhood." I exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Deng Lijuan? I think she went to the same school as you?" "Yes, although we went to the same school, we rarely run into each other. But I did run into her yesterday in this neighborhood. She said her family moved here too."
"Here he is." Jiang Zhonghua, shirtless and smoking, looked incredulous. I sighed, "Forget it, that's all in the past. Who knows if he even recognizes me anymore." Jiang Zhonghua patted my shoulder, looking exasperated. "I told you to work harder, and now look what happened! Once that woman goes to university, you're doomed."
"Besides, you two are so far apart, you can't even catch up with her now. She probably already has a boyfriend." "By the way, why are you carrying a bag?" Jiang Zhonghua asked me, then got up and threw his cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. I don't know if he saw a pretty girl or what.
What?! This kid was standing right in front of the trash can, staring straight ahead without blinking. I followed his gaze and looked closely, and I finally understood what was going on. The girl slowly walking towards us was none other than Deng Lijuan!
It was the same ponytail she used to wear, and the same floral dress she always loved. I recognized it all too well. Chapter Five: Let's go to the bar! Before Deng Lijuan even arrived, Jiang Zhonghua immediately ran to my side and whispered in my ear, "I'm outta here. You two have a good chat. By the way, today..."
"I won't be hanging out with you today, I doubt you'll have time anyway. I'm going out with my dad later, I'll call you tomorrow." The incredibly disloyal Jiang Zhonghua even added, "Good luck, kid!" as he left. I was both amused and exasperated. I hadn't even explained why I came today, and this kid had already abandoned me. It seemed my runaway plan was ruined. Not long after Hua Zi left, Teresa Teng also came over. She saw Hua Zi, and naturally, she saw me too. At first, I thought this scene would be awkward, but...
Teresa Teng didn't seem to think so. She walked up to me and smiled, "Chen Xiaoming, long time no see!" I chuckled awkwardly, "Actually, not long. I saw you at last year's class reunion." Teresa Teng chuckled, "By the way, why did Jiang Zhonghua leave just now?" "He said he had something to do with his dad." Teresa Teng sat down next to me and said "Oh." She noticed a bag next to me and asked, "What, where are you planning to go?" "No, I just came back from outside and stopped by to see Hua Zi. I didn't expect to run into you here." I made up an excuse. Teresa Teng, who hadn't changed at all, nodded and then asked, "How's university?" "It's alright, how about you?" "Pretty much, but I feel that university isn't as good as I imagined." I said "Oh," and then there was a brief silence. "Have you found a boyfriend?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" They both asked almost simultaneously. I gave an awkward smile, "No, girls don't like me, haha." A slight blush crossed Deng Lijuan's face. Actually, she wasn't particularly beautiful; her face was only described as delicate and gentle, and she was about 1.65 meters tall with an unremarkable figure.
Zhang's figure is S-shaped, but at first glance, it seems to suit the tastes of those who appreciate beautiful legs. Beneath the tie-dye floral skirt are a pair of very delicate calves, paired with simple canvas shoes. She's beautiful but not stunning, almost the opposite of the stepmother Wang Qingxia. After hearing my self-deprecating humor, Deng Lijuan chuckled, "That's because you didn't seriously try to talk to her. Actually, girls' minds aren't that complicated. As long as you put your heart into it, there's always a chance."
"Yes, I will." I didn't know what she meant by that, but it unintentionally touched a chord in my heart. This time, I mustered up my courage and said, "If I were to be sincere with you..."
"Is there any chance?" Deng Lijuan looked at me blankly. "Actually, I thought I tried pretty hard before, but you still rejected me!" Seeing her expression, I knew I probably really had no chance. Deng Lijuan smiled, put her hands on the chair, and said softly, "Back then, we were all too young to understand, so there wasn't much to say. Actually, I have a boyfriend."
“That’s great!” I said casually, though even I felt it was a bit of a stretch. Teresa Teng, always quite perceptive of others' feelings, seemed to notice my odd behavior. She turned to me and said, “You really don’t need to be like this. A man as outstanding as you…”
"The girl will find someone better than me." My mood was already bad, and hearing her say that made me even angrier. It was like a girl dumping a guy. I don't know where I got the courage, but I yelled at her, "Are you still trying to give me a 'nice guy' card?" Deng Lijuan immediately shook her head. "Actually..." "Don't say anymore," I interrupted her immediately. "I did like you, but that was in the past. I don't like you talking to me like that. You have your pride, and I..."
"I have my pride, goodbye!" "Chen Xiaoming, what gives you the right to act so high and mighty in front of me?" Deng Lijuan called out from behind as I stood up to leave. I stopped, but didn't turn around or answer her. Deng Lijuan continued speaking behind me, "I thought that after so long, you might have changed your arrogant ways, but now I realize you're completely..."
Nothing has changed. You said you liked me throughout all three years of high school, so why did you only dare to say it to me a few days before graduation? Why didn't you have the courage to listen?
"Listen to my thoughts? This isn't fear, it's cowardice, it's selfishness." I sneered and continued walking. "Chen Xiaoming, you deserve to be alone forever..." Accompanied by Deng Lijuan's curses, I walked further and further away until I could no longer hear her voice! After aimlessly leaving the residential area, I had no idea where I could go. I wanted to go back to school, but I didn't want to face that dormitory that I hated so much. I kept walking and walking for almost two hours until I came to a pedestrian bridge not far from the Yellow Crane Tower. Most of the people there were beggars begging along the way.
But I found a corner and sat down like a homeless person. In my dazed state, my mind wandered, but for some reason, what I thought about most was...
Those moments between me and my stepmother. Thinking back on all the little things I've done for her over the years, I sometimes wonder if I've really been as self-righteous as Deng Lijuan said? Have I really always been that way?
Selfish, so cowardly? Actually, in all these years of growing up, I've been fortunate amidst misfortune. Unfortunate because my parents passed away, fortunate because at least I still have someone who's barely related to me...
My stepmother raised me, and if it weren't for her tireless care over the past two years, I don't think I would be living such an easy life. Yet, I've developed this bad personality; am I running away from something again? After a long nap, I woke up to find it was already 5 PM. It seems I didn't get enough rest last night. After sitting alone for half an hour, I grabbed a quick bite at a small restaurant nearby. Initially, I planned to go home, but on my way to catch the bus…
I saw the Xiaguang Beauty Salon. Of course, I was familiar with this place, because it was my family's property, one of the two beauty salons that my stepmother, Wang Qingxia, had been managing.
1. After wandering aimlessly to the door, I wasn't even sure if my stepmother was inside. I hesitated for a few minutes before finally going in. The pretty receptionist didn't recognize me. As she approached, I spoke first, "I'm looking for your boss?" "You mean...Ms. Wang?" The receptionist smiled slightly. "Yes, that's her?" "Do you have an appointment?" Perhaps because she thought I was too young, the receptionist didn't let me go upstairs immediately. Actually, I'd been here a few times before, but not many people recognized me.
That's all. I never expected that a small beauty salon owner would need an appointment; isn't that a bit too much? Just as I was about to reveal my identity, the pretty saleswoman politely said, "If there aren't any available, please wait a moment while I call Mr. Wang to report."
"Also, may I ask your surname?" "No need, I'm already here!" Stepmother Wang Qingxia had just stepped out of the elevator. She must have changed her clothes at home; she was wearing a professional office lady outfit, high heels, black stockings, light makeup, and her hair was styled in a high bun, still exuding a womanly charm.
She had a strong presence. She walked up to me, frowned slightly, said nothing, and didn't ask me anything. Instead, she said to the receptionist next to her, "Remember, he's your..."
"Does your boss know?" The waitress instinctively exclaimed "Ah!" and then nodded vigorously. I scoffed inwardly. For years, she'd controlled the business of both beauty salons; when had she ever told me about this situation? "What, aren't you leaving?" My stepmother asked, standing beside me. She didn't dare to act recklessly in front of outsiders. After we left the beauty salon, my stepmother took me directly to her BMW. Her elegant and poised demeanor vanished the moment the car door closed.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Did your classmate dump you or a woman hurt you?" My stepmother, disregarding all ethical considerations, cupped my face and asked with a beaming smile.
I shook off her hand and said irritably, "You guessed both right, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and go home, I'm starving!" Once the delicate mask that my stepmother maintained even in front of her best friend was torn away, she seemed to have absolutely no shame as a respectable woman; she laughed heartily.
She waved her hand, her voice sweet and coquettish, "Oh, you little rascal, already thinking about going home so soon? You can't bear to leave your older sister, can you?" I slapped her sexy, black-stockinged leg hard and snapped, "Can you stop acting like a lunatic?" My stepmother sneered, "Didn't you say I'm a lunatic? What's wrong with me being a little crazy? I knew you'd be back soon after leaving this house."
"Because you can't live without me." "Where do you get your bullshit confidence? Do you think I can't live without you, you slut?" "Chen Xiaoming, stop calling me 'slut' all the time, and don't look down on me. You have no right. I fucking despise you, you beast who even dares to sleep with your stepmother!"
"I turned and stared at her beautiful profile, angrily saying, 'Believe it or not, I'll whip you.' My stepmother suddenly turned 180 degrees, leaning against me like a little bird, and said, 'Believe it or not, do you mean whipping me in bed? Or should we go buy you a leather whip?' I finally gave in; I really had no choice but to give in to this crazy woman. As I took out a cigarette and lit it, my stepmother immediately snatched it from my mouth, took a deep drag, and naturally coughed incessantly, laughing as she coughed.
Then tears welled up in her eyes. I didn't know if she was genuinely heartbroken or just pretending. I sighed and calmly said, "Wang Qingxia, you're crazy! How about I go with you to see a psychologist?" My stepmother giggled, "With me in this state, do you think psychologists would work on me? I'd probably be better off lecturing them." "Alright, alright, let's go home!" My stepmother tossed her cigarette butt out the window, patted my cheek, and said seductively, "I finally managed to get you out of here, you little rascal. I'm not planning on going home. Come on..."
"Let's go to a bar!" Chapter Six: Degradation. Although I was very unwilling, I eventually followed this madman to the bar street nearby. Actually, there weren't many people there at this time, but the...
Lotus Bar is an exception. It has two time slots: 7 PM to 9 PM, 9 PM to 11 PM, and after 11 PM is considered prime time. I used to come here with classmates...
I'd been there twice, so I was fairly familiar with her. The moment my stepmother walked into the bar, she attracted a lot of attention; her queen-like aura was quite formidable. Standing next to her, I was at best a pile of passable cow dung; I bet many people were already cursing me in their hearts, and probably no one even noticed.
It turned out she was my stepmother. After overcoming numerous obstacles, we finally found a place to sit not far from the dance floor. My stepmother didn't hold back at all; she immediately ordered several bottles of expensive red wine, the kind that easily gets you drunk, and in the end, she seemed to think it wasn't enough.
She got hooked and ordered another dozen beers, but ate less. She just drank whenever she wanted, really acting incredibly arrogant. In the past, I would have complained, but this time I said nothing. Drinking is supposed to be fun, not something you do like you're having a private party.
If the club were as lifeless as a tavern, it would be so boring. Crazy people drink with gusto, and Wang Qingxia, especially, was a real eyesore, grabbing the bottle and chugging without a care for her image. Looking at her increasingly hazy face after drinking...
Looking at her face, I kindly reminded her, "Can we take it easy? You still have to drive later!" Sitting next to me, she gloated, "If we get into a car accident, we'll all die together. It's just a loss, no big deal!" I said helplessly, "Can't you say something nice?" My stepmother, completely oblivious, grinned, "You little rascal, are you reluctant to part with your goddess? Well, anyone would be!" "Why do I feel like you're gloating?" My stepmother said disdainfully, "I don't have time to play deep with a little brat like you!" Watching her chug her drink, I couldn't bear it any longer and snapped, "If you keep drinking like this, I'm leaving!" My stepmother said seductively, "If you get drunk, I'll wait for you to come to the bathroom and get intimate with me. Why are you in such a hurry?" I glanced at her, "Can you stop degrading yourself like this? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" The stepmother, seemingly fearless, loudly proclaimed, "I've touched everything I was supposed to touch, kissed everything I was supposed to kiss, and now we're practically in bed together. If I wanted to kill someone, I would have done it already!"
"Don't be afraid, sister!" I should be grateful to have a stepmother who calls herself "sister." Damn it, what stepmother in this world would dare talk to her son like that? Even though I don't know her...
They're related by blood, but this is still morally reprehensible.
But at this moment, I really want to say, "What a load of crap!" After my stepmother saw me surrender, she raised her wine bottle and clinked it against mine, then took a huge gulp. I was terrified, afraid she'd go on a drunken rampage. Finally, after downing the whole bottle, she started to get a little tipsy, but was still full of energy. I, on the other hand, drank too much wine this time, and eventually I couldn't hold it in anymore and felt like throwing up. I managed to go to the bathroom to vomit, but then...
The eccentric Wang Qingxia actually followed me in, patting my back, completely oblivious to the fact that this was the men's restroom, making several men nearby too afraid to even go in to urinate.
They were all standing to the side, clutching their genitals, probably holding their pee in. Back in my seat, Wang Qingxia laughed and said to me, "How was it? My alcohol tolerance is pretty good, right?" Completely speechless, I retorted, "Why don't you try another bottle?" Sure enough, she grabbed another bottle of red wine, ready to down it, but I immediately snatched it from her hand, practically begging, "I surrender, okay?" Feeling victorious, Wang Qingxia shouted "Hooray!" and then asked a question that completely baffled me. She slumped onto the table, staring at the wine bottle with a dazed look, and said, "How about I be your mistress?" I didn't answer, but inwardly cursed her as a crazy stepmother without pressing for details. Instead, I raised my glass again and smiled, "Cheers!" I slapped her thigh and snapped, "You want me to sleep with you, don't you?" Wang Qingxia, who could charm anyone with a casual wink, stood up and sat directly on my lap, laughing, "Come on, to the restroom?" I didn't dare argue with her anymore. Wang Qingxia's mind was far beyond my comprehension; she was truly skilled, and most people couldn't resist her.
After pushing her away from me, we drank another bottle of red wine, and then started chugging beer. The worst thing you can do when drinking is mix different kinds of alcohol, because that easily leads to…
She got drunk easily, and by the end, both of us, these two lunatics, were pretty drunk, to the point where we could only see each other through our hazy, drunken eyes. A little while later, a rock song started playing in the bar, Beyond's "The Earth," a song with a really cool melody. Without a word, my stepmother swayed her body and...
She rushed onto the dance floor, swaying her whole body to the rhythm of the music. After a while, seemingly still not satisfied, she ran down in her high heels and dragged me up with her. For someone like me, stepping onto a stage is like being exposed to the light—it's a disaster.
She was really reserved, but maybe because of the alcohol, I started swaying around as she put her arm around my waist. Seemingly not satisfied, she became increasingly wild, squatting down to take off her high heels and throw them off the stage, then wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me on the cheek.
One kiss, but when she kissed me directly, my mind went completely blank. After I pushed her away and jumped off the stage, that bitch Wang Qingxia actually stood on the stage and called me "darling" in a sweet, seductive voice, gentle to the core.
I almost had a nosebleed. Now I finally understand that if a woman is determined to seduce a man, no man can resist.
I gave a hesitant "hmm," and slightly raised my head. What I saw next chilled me to the bone: under the watchful eyes of countless people, amidst the dazzling lights, she stood on the steps, reaching out her hand...
The hair clip that had been pinning her hair up was removed, and her long, flowing hair fluttered in the breeze. I looked up, and this scene was destined to be a beautiful image I would never forget. Then, amidst gasps, my stepmother jumped down from above. I was startled and quickly ran over, opening my arms to catch her. Before I could even speak…
My neck was tightly embraced by two hands, and then a pair of rosy lips pressed against my skin in a kiss. I was stunned for a moment, and the crowd fell silent briefly. Then, a round of applause broke out; many people clapped, unrestrained and without any inhibitions.
I held her delicate body in my arms, looking coldly into her dazed eyes, and said, "Shouldn't we go home?" "There's a hotel upstairs!" my stepmother murmured. I released her. "Do you really want to be struck by lightning?" "I'm not afraid!" "But I'm afraid of dying!" "I'm with you, what are you afraid of?" This was the last straw. I helped her to the front desk to pay the bill, and then we took the elevator upstairs. She still swiped her card to pay for the room, but this time after swiping the card…
She threw her bank card at me and said, "Remember, I'm the one who's keeping you." I didn't bother arguing with her. She was definitely drunk, and I only brought her to a hotel to prevent her from driving under the influence. But once we were in the room, this slut finally went wild, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. Her trembling, swaying body was too much for me to handle. I'm a man, and I get aroused too. I finally started taking off my clothes—no, I should say I was tearing them off. At that moment, I really hated myself for wearing that white shirt that morning; it had too many buttons.
The more I tried to unbutton her clothes, the slower it became. My stepmother, now the one actively pursuing me, rose and knelt on the bed, seductively saying, "Let me help you undress!" Forget undressing, I wasn't going to take her off anymore; I was going straight for it! I pulled her into my arms, wanting to devour her whole. When I kissed her lips, I went straight for the kill. My stepmother was even more direct; her delicate tongue filled my mouth...
She darted around. This time, I gripped her chest even tighter, but my stepmother still bit my earlobe, whimpering, "Harder! The harder you bite, the more comfortable I feel!" What else could I say? Harder, please! Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and her belt was unbuckled. Now I knew that in the future, I wouldn't need to take my clothes off for this kind of thing.
It's all a waste of time, because you'll find yourself completely naked before you know it during the act. "Honey, aren't you going to take a shower first?" My stepmother grabbed my crotch, her eyes glazed over, and said. "We'll shower after we're done," I said, pressing down on her again. "Oh, and call me brother!" My stepmother was very obedient, giving a soft "hmm" before sweetly calling out, "I know, brother!" I didn't bother arguing with her. Once desire is aroused, it's absolutely uncontrollable. My stepmother's sensitive body could elicit moans with just the slightest touch of my tongue, and when I bit her nipple with my teeth, she was even more...
I couldn't help but shout out. The soundproofing in this apartment was excellent; if I tried to hold it in, wouldn't that be torture? We rolled around on the bed, and just as I reached for the light, she gasped, "Don't turn it off! I want to see you on top of me!" I knew she was crazy tonight, but I was even crazier. If I wasn't afraid of a woman, what was I afraid of? Besides, my thing wasn't small; I should be proud! I gently parted her legs and thrust directly into my stepmother's already completely wet secret place. Warm, delicate, full, moist—it was like entering a heavenly realm. Waves of pleasure washed over me, familiar yet strange, incomparably ecstatic. At this moment, all thoughts of morality and ethics had vanished. As I moved on top of her, her neck, collarbone, breasts, even her flat stomach, didn't escape my mouth. My stepmother opened her mouth, pouring out her juices.
It produced beautiful notes, perhaps the most beautiful sound in the world. "Does it hurt?" I whispered, resting my head on her shoulder. My stepmother instinctively hummed in response.

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