Reincarnation of Love and Hatred Chapter Eleven

The next day, I didn't call or bother my mother, and everything at home was peaceful. On the third day, I remained inactive, taking no action.

My mother began to grow restless, her anxiety evident. She became noticeably quieter, her eyes losing their usual sparkle, and her face was worryingly pale. In just two days, she looked much thinner, and her face showed signs of weariness.

By the fourth day, my mother seemed to have given up. She no longer went to her bedroom early in the evening, but instead sat in the living room watching TV. But she couldn't concentrate on anything; she stared blankly at the screen, her gaze unfocused and lost, her mind seemingly wandering.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? You seem very unhappy!" I asked tentatively.

Mom paused, brushed her hair aside, and said casually, "What are you thinking about? Of course, I'm thinking about your dad! He hasn't contacted me for days."

"Really?" I said casually, "Dad's busy with work, you can contact him yourself!"

"Sigh, never mind! Long-distance calls are expensive, let's save it..."

Before she could finish speaking, "Ring ring... ring ring..." A pleasant telephone ring suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Mom paused, her eyes unconsciously glancing at the clock on the wall. When she saw that it was exactly ten o'clock, her beautiful eyes suddenly brightened, as if they had been infused with boundless vitality. She jumped up, rushed to the desk, grabbed the phone, and gasped, "Hello...hello...hello..."

Her trembling, flustered body startled me. Then it dawned on me...hey, this was the perfect moment for "Mr. Inner Demon" to make that harassing call...

--You shameless woman, you dare lie to me and say you miss Daddy! Hmph, I bet you can't think of anything else besides men's penises...

But then, Mom's voice suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in surprise, "...Husband, it's you!"

"Daddy?" I was also taken aback. I hadn't expected him to call so soon after I mentioned him...

"You...why are you calling now? Didn't you say you were busy tonight..." Mom paused slightly, then her voice returned to normal. But a barely perceptible look of disappointment crossed her face, and her eyes dimmed, as if she wasn't happy about Daddy's call.

"Yes, yes... My son is fine... I'm fine too... Oh... Oh... Yes... Hmm..." Mom answered absentmindedly, her tone quite cold. There was neither the warmth and care that family members should have, nor the playful affection and feigned anger between husband and wife; it sounded like two outsiders having a businesslike conversation...

"Oh, Xiaobing, Dad wants to talk to you for a bit." After a while, Mom handed me the phone and lazily sat down on the sofa.

I shrugged, took the phone, and before I could even offer a polite greeting, Dad abruptly asked, "Xiaobing, is Mom alright?"

"No!" I said casually.

"But, her tone was strange today. No matter what I asked her, she seemed indifferent..." Dad said worriedly, "Son, do you think Mom is angry with me?"

"I can't tell! But Mom just told me she missed you!" I said sarcastically, making a face at Mom. She gave me a disapproving look, seemingly blaming me for being so talkative.

"Sigh, I'll try to come back soon, take good care of Mom for me..." Dad said a few more words of concern before hanging up with a sigh. I could imagine he was feeling terrible. But Mom clearly didn't take it seriously; her mind wasn't on him at all...

It wasn't until a week later that I called home again at 10 pm. Hearing my strange voice, Mom immediately became agitated and incoherent, bursting into tears.

"You still remember coming to see me!" she sobbed. "I thought you'd been hit by a car and died, you rascal!"

"What 'you'? You didn't even call me your son!" I scolded, then added with a grin, "My beautiful Mom, have you missed me? Life without me must be hard, right? Hehe..."

"Who said that? I don't remember you at all!" Mom finally stopped crying and said defiantly.

"You're lying again!" I said in my usual flippant tone. "Without me bringing you pleasure every night, you probably wouldn't even sleep peacefully!"

"Without your shameless harassment, I sleep like a log!"

"Really? But I bet you've woken up these past few mornings to find your hand on your genitals, haven't you?"

"How did you know…" Mom blurted out, but then realized she'd let something slip and let out a reproachful groan.

"What a lewd mother you are… What do you want your son to do? With your son's big cock?" I deliberately emphasized the word "son" in every sentence, slowly drawing her into the role I'd set for her.

"Bad son… You're so annoying…" Sure enough, Mom's attitude was completely different from before; there was no anger in her voice, but rather a coquettish tone towards a lover.

"You said… Son, I want it! Thrust me hard!" "Say it now!"

"Oh...son...bad son, I want it! I want it so badly...fuck me...faster! Fuck me hard..." Before I could repeat myself a second time, Mom began to murmur in a daze, her voice filled with indescribable excitement, "Ah...it's still so itchy, it's killing me...I don't care anymore, even if you really are my own son...oh...I'll let you fuck my hole too..."

She had probably been holding back for too long, and quickly got into the mood, her cries becoming more and more seductive, and the words she uttered becoming increasingly obscene. That night, she reached orgasm four times in a row...

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Dad has been away from home for almost three weeks. At first, he would call back from overseas every now and then, pouring out his heart to Mom. However, due to his busy work schedule and the time difference, his enthusiasm gradually waned, and the call time was greatly shortened. Sometimes he would only exchange a few simple greetings on the phone before hurriedly hanging up.

Perhaps out of spite towards my father, my mother's already weak will was further shaken. She became even more enthusiastic than before about flirting and making love on the phone with "Mr. Inner Demon," and their agreed-upon time each night was moved forward by a full hour. She also seemed to increasingly enjoy the obscene language he used on me, often talking until midnight without wanting to hang up.

I vaguely sensed that my mother had used the phone harassment as a substitute for intimacy, to satisfy the emptiness of her long-term lack of sexual intimacy. She even developed a subtle dependence on "Mr. Inner Demon" through these continuous "intimate" conversations, using him to fill a void left by her husband's departure.

To ultimately possess her, I made various suggestive remarks on the phone, trying to "brainwash" my mother, linking her sexual urges to the obscene thought of "incest between mother and son." Meanwhile, I was also preparing for the fifth step of my conspiracy…

“Congratulations, your mother’s body is almost yours!” Ji-bin’s sinister voice seemed to echo in my ears again. “In the next stage, you need to intentionally or unintentionally expose your genitals in front of her, so that she can frequently peek at your genitals. But before that, you have to stop supplying her with porn and cut off all phone contact with her…”

"In this way, she, who has long been accustomed to seeing obscene scenes and hearing vulgar words every day, relying on strong visual and auditory impacts to obtain pleasure, will inevitably feel extremely uncomfortable! She will subconsciously seek new sensory stimulation... Under such circumstances, if she sees your thick, vibrant, and masculine penis, a shocking surprise, like 'rain after a long drought,' will instantly sweep over her entire body, leaving an indelible impression on her..."

"After that, the illusory phallus that she originally fantasized about will be replaced by the real, tangible penis in front of her. Even knowing that you are her biological son, she cannot get rid of it..."

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"Beautiful Mom, tonight is our last time being intimate!" That night, after Mom's breathing gradually calmed down, I suddenly blurted out these words.

"What?" Mom didn't react for a moment.

“This is the last time I'll bother you! Starting tomorrow, you can finally escape this misery and return to your normal life before you met me!” I said calmly.

“Are you kidding me?” Mom chuckled, unconcerned, and said reproachfully, “You little devil, if you were to change your ways and let me go, the sun would rise in the west!”

“I’m serious!” I sighed, saying bitterly, “I won’t get into university, I have to go to another city to work and earn money, and I’m leaving by train tomorrow.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Mom said softly, “Even when you get to another city, you… you can still call me!”

“I’m afraid not… I don’t have the financial or physical capacity to support you!”

Mom was silent for a long time again, then murmured, “You’re leaving too… just like my husband, leaving whenever you want… You men, none of you have a conscience…”

Her voice was plaintive and sorrowful, sounding somewhat lost and dejected. I chuckled dryly and said, "Huh? Didn't you always hate me? You told me to get lost almost every day, so why are you so reluctant to let me go now?"

"Who's reluctant to let you go? I wish I could never hear your disgusting voice again!" Mom said bitterly, her voice filled with a complex mix of love and hate.

"Sigh, Mom, I'm doing this for your own good!" I said softly, "Our relationship can't stay ambiguous forever, it's like walking on a volcano... Since you won't let me have you, I have no choice but to back out..."

Mom seemed to lose control and suddenly cried out, "You're all backing out, what about me? What am I supposed to do?"

Her voice was filled with despair and a slight sob. At that moment, her long-held mask finally shattered, leaving behind only a weak woman who needed a man's pity and comfort, who needed the nourishment of sex.

I paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Besides me, don't you have another son? Why don't you go find him?"

"You mean Xiaobing? No… that won't do…"

"Why not? I'm not asking you to actually do it with him!" I reassured her. "Like you and me, we talk a big game, but nothing actually happens. What's the big deal?"

"But… Xiaobing and I are, after all, mother and son…" my mother hesitated, but her tone wasn't very firm.

I was secretly delighted and quickly said, "Listen to me, while he's sleeping, secretly take a look at his penis. I'm sure you'll have an unexpected surprise! And then…"

"And then what?" She seemed to swallow hard, her breathing becoming rapid again.

“Go ahead and spread your legs wide and masturbate in front of his penis!” I chuckled maniacally. “As long as he doesn’t notice, you won’t be violating any morals, and you’ll enjoy unparalleled pleasure. Why not?”

My mother gave a muffled “Mmm,” her voice trembling as she asked, “Really? Really…can I do this? Peeping at my own son…peeping at his…penis…”

“Of course!” I said, enunciating each word clearly. “Remember, don’t hide your desires anymore; it’s a huge torment for you…Okay, I have to say goodbye now. I wish you a happy life in the future!”

With that, I hung up the phone without hesitation, staring at the phone clutched tightly in my hand, knowing in my heart that this was the last time I would use it. From this moment on, it would vanish from the world forever, along with “Mr. Inner Demon”!

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A few days later, one morning, precisely at seven o’clock, I was awakened by the alarm clock I had set. I quickly got out of bed, opened the door, then lay back down, listening intently to any sounds outside.

As usual, Mom was about to get up to prepare breakfast. And I was waiting for this very moment to carry out my plan…

About three or four minutes later, I heard light footsteps outside; Mom had clearly come out of her bedroom and was approaching my room. I quickly threw back the covers, exposing my lower body, and pulled my underwear slightly to the side, pulling my already engorged and erect penis out of the seam, pointing it straight into the air!

Just as I finished these actions, Mom appeared in the doorway. She hadn't dressed up yet; her hair was loose and hung over her shoulders, and her alluring body was only covered by a close-fitting bra and shorts. Seeing that my door was open, Mom stopped in surprise.

“Xiaobing!” she called softly… I quickly pretended to be asleep, breathing evenly through my nose, but my eyes peeked through my fingers, secretly observing her!

"Honestly, she forgot to close the door. What if she catches a cold?" Mom muttered to herself, reaching for the doorknob to close it. Just then, her gaze inadvertently fell on me… Instantly, her body trembled violently, she froze, her lips forming an "O" shape in surprise, and the muscles in her face seemed to stiffen…

My heart pounded as I nervously watched Mom's reaction. I remembered testing her in the same way half a year ago, but back then, Mom had no impure thoughts, only a mother's love for her son. However, after so much "training" from me, would things be different this time? To be honest, I had absolutely no confidence…

Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly impatient, but Mom remained motionless, her gaze fixed on me, as if she had become a clay statue. Two blushes quietly rose on her cheeks, spreading rapidly until they covered almost her entire pretty face…

After a long while, Mom suddenly looked away, shook her head vigorously, her expression one of utter bewilderment and pain. She breathed heavily, muttering something unintelligible, and swayed as she sat down on the cold floor by the door.

“Masturbate, Mom!” I shouted excitedly in my mind, “Quickly, masturbate to your own son’s penis… You slutty mother, stop pretending to be reserved… Masturbate! I know what you want to do…”

As if hearing my cries, Mom slightly furrowed her brows, her hands trembling as she reached into her pajamas, slowly caressing her body. At first, she was somewhat nervous, her movements clumsy and hesitant, as if afraid of waking me at any moment. But after a while, seeing that I remained sound asleep, she relaxed, her expression becoming calmer, and her posture becoming bolder and more unrestrained!

I saw my mother's beautiful body lying prone, her two fair and plump legs swinging restlessly, sometimes curling together, sometimes brazenly spreading open... At the same time, her right hand reached into her underwear, pressing and fiddling between her legs, as if itching unbearably...

Before long, my mother became increasingly excited, her eyes fixed on my penis without blinking, her face full of longing and admiration. Although she bit her lip tightly, she still made weak "mmm, mmm" sounds from her throat, each sound like a war drum booming in my ears, making my blood boil!

--You shameless woman, she has finally lost her nature! At this moment, I believe that the human relationship between mother and son is no longer in her mind, only the naked intercourse between man and woman is on her mind...

I greedily spied on my mother, she was breathing rapidly, one hand stroking her genitals, the other rubbing her high, firm breasts. Unbeknownst to me, her bra was lifted from the bottom up, revealing a dazzling expanse of white skin around her waist. Her bra had also come loose and hung down, exposing even the lower half of her full breasts! Whenever my mother's movements became more vigorous, those two round, snow-white breasts seemed to be struggling to break free, bouncing and leaping merrily between her arm movements, half-concealed by her bra.

"What would happen if I suddenly woke up at this moment?" The thought made me eager to try it out, wanting to jump up immediately and expose my mother's disguise, to see how she could maintain her maternal dignity under these circumstances… Yes, I wanted to mercilessly mock her lewdness and shamelessness, to enjoy her utterly humiliated expression… and then thrust my thick, hard penis into her alluring vagina, to teach her a lesson…

However, I couldn't do that! That persistent, haunting Zhibin had repeatedly warned me beforehand that the time wasn't right. Damn it, when exactly would it be "right"? Couldn't he see that Mom was burning with desire, her eyes blazing with intense heat, her beautiful gaze filled with nothing but lust?

Should I strictly adhere to the plan, or should I "play it by ear"?

Before I could think further, Mom, who had been in a state of heightened arousal, reached her climax. She pressed her head against the wall, her body writhing wantonly like a water snake, her plump buttocks twitching habitually a few times before collapsing limply… A faint, sour smell filled the air, carrying an indescribable erotic ambiance…

A few seconds later, Mom, her desire released, sighed softly, her face empty and numb, and wearily propped herself up to leave. When she turned around, I noticed a wet stain around the hem of her nightgown, clearly revealing the cleft between her buttocks!

Gazing at that deep, alluring cleft of her buttocks, I knew I was not far from success, perhaps only one step away…

That evening, my mother's attitude towards me suddenly became so gentle and considerate. She cooked a sumptuous lunch, personally poured homemade rice wine, and softly urged me to drink a few more cups, wiping the sweat from my forehead from time to time… This was the kind of treatment my father usually received! I immediately felt lightheaded, and after only two cups, I was already a little disoriented!

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I became much bolder, and my eyes became more unrestrained than usual, greedily staring at my mother's beautiful face, alluring figure, and curvaceous body. The more I looked, the more stunningly beautiful she seemed, and I couldn't help but become a fool!

"Little devil, what are you looking at? How annoying!" My mother couldn't stand my gaze any longer, giving me a disapproving look, and lowered her head shyly. She looked so incredibly charming, like a lover flirting, a hint of spring in her eyes and brows!

"Of course... I'm looking at you, Mom! You're the most beautiful woman in the world..." I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "If I could, I'd really like to marry you..."

"Nonsense! You're a grown woman, still talking like a child!" Mom put down her chopsticks, glanced at me, and said with a half-smile, "If you marry Mom, what will happen to Dad?"

"I don't care! I don't care about that!" I pretended to be drunk, leaning against Mom, and said coquettishly, "Um... Mom, I want to marry you! I just want to... please say yes, please, this is the first time I've ever confessed my love to a girl..."

Mom chuckled, affectionately stroking my head. Leaning against her warm embrace, feeling her soft body and waist, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her skin. I was completely intoxicated, my head comfortably nestled between my mother's full breasts, enjoying the food and wine she fed me. I wished we could stay in this intimate position forever, never to be apart…

After dinner, I was so drunk I could barely walk. In my hazy state, my mother helped me to my room. She not only undressed me but also gently massaged my aching temples, softly humming a lullaby… I felt like I was back in my childhood, carefree, sleeping in my cradle, drifting off to sleep with a smile…

But for some reason, I hadn't slept long before I suddenly woke up! Opening my sleepy eyes, I saw the alarm clock on the bedside table pointing to 8:10, and I was the only one left in the room. My mother must have quietly left after I fell asleep!

"What happened?" I sat blankly on the bed, a strange unease creeping into my heart, as if some unseen danger was approaching!

It was purely an instinctive intuition, for no apparent reason… I hesitated for a moment, then dragged my heavy body out of bed. My steps faltered as I walked to the door, just as I was about to open it, when I suddenly heard faint voices outside. I stopped and listened carefully, and a kind, gentle voice reached my ears!

“Madam, you must make a decision quickly. We are at a critical juncture; any further delay could lead to bloodshed!”

I was so shocked I almost jumped up! This…this voice was so familiar—wasn’t it the strange old man I’d encountered on the street a few months ago? Strange, how did he find my house? Could he…he really be an old acquaintance of my parents?

I was startled and a little nervous. I quickly and quietly opened the door a crack and peeked into the living room. Sure enough, it was the old man. He was still wearing those faded, worn-out clothes, sitting upright on the sofa with his back to me.

My mother sat opposite him, her face filled with sorrow, her head bowed in silence. After a long while, she whispered, "Master Yun, to be honest, I'm the one who wronged him... He worked so hard to earn money to support my education through university... and yet he died at the hands of my husband and me, and died such a horrible death..."

Her words were soft, but to me they were like a bolt from the blue, a thunderclap resounding in my heart... She finally admitted it! I finally heard my mother admit it herself! So that nightmare really was real. Years ago, Zhibin really did die in my father's "accidental killing" while attempting to assault my mother!

Master Yun said calmly, "Seventeen years ago, I told you that the ghost of that violent death was destined to be reincarnated as your own son! Moreover, from the day this infant was born, he will possess all the memories of his past life..."

The mother weakly argued, "But all these years, Xiaobing has always been a perfectly normal child! He has never remembered anything that happened in his past life..."

"That's because I used magic back then to extract Zhibin's consciousness from his brain and seal it in this clean bottle!" Master Yun said coldly, "But you just saw with your own eyes that the talisman on the bottle was deliberately destroyed! In other words, those memories of his past life have already seeped back into your son's mind and are now slowly reviving!"

The mother stared blankly at the ground, muttering to herself, "If... if Xiaobing really remembers everything from his past life completely, what will the result be?"

Master Yun sighed deeply, saying with pity, "The outcome will naturally be disastrous... He will fall into a state of schizophrenia. Most of the time, he knows he is your son; but under stimulation, he will unconsciously revert to his 'past life' identity and develop a crazy possessive desire and thoughts of revenge towards you, just like he swore before he died..."

The mother involuntarily shuddered, her face deathly pale as she murmured, "This is too terrible... absolutely too terrible..."

Master Yun reminded her, "Actually, these signs have already begun... Haven't you noticed that your son's behavior has been somewhat abnormal these past few months? For example, has he ever done anything out of line, anything unbecoming of a child?"

"Out of line...behavior?" The mother murmured, repeating it, a look of fear suddenly flashing in her eyes, her voice trembling, "You mean, my son's...physiological phenomenon this morning, it was all...all..."

"Indeed, this is all the result of his physical body being manipulated by his 'past life'!" Master Yun said in a heavy tone. "If this continues, your son's mind will eventually be completely replaced by his 'past life,' turning him into a mere puppet..."

The mother grew increasingly frightened as she listened, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She sobbed, "Master, please have mercy and save us one more time... Xiaobing is my own flesh and blood. I don't want him to remember the past; I only hope he will be my son... forever my precious son..."

"I understand your feelings, but..." Master Yun paused, then sighed, "Alas, the cause of the past life has brought about the effect of this life! Back then, Benefactor Zhibin died unjustly, and his resentment has accumulated to this day! Its intensity is such that even I am not entirely confident in resolving it."

"Then what should we do?" The mother was even more terrified, saying helplessly.

"In my humble opinion, you must compensate him in some way, so that he can fulfill his lifelong wish!" Master Yun said thoughtfully. "In this way, the resentment will dissipate by more than half, and I can then use my trump card to completely erase this unrecoverable memory of his past life!"

"His lifelong wish?" The mother was stunned for a moment, then understood. Her pale face flushed red, and she said anxiously, "But he is occupying my son's body! Isn't this... isn't this incest?"

"I will stop him at the crucial moment... but if I don't give him a taste of sweetness, how can this resentment dissipate?" Master Yun said with a hint of helplessness. "Besides this, I can't think of any other way... Whether you are willing to sacrifice yourself to save your son is up to you, Madam!"

The mother twisted the hem of her clothes in distress, her eyes showing confusion and bewilderment, clearly in a dilemma. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly bit her lip, a resolute expression appearing on her face, and resolutely said, "What mother wouldn't save her child? Master, I don't care about anything else, I'll do as you say!"

My nose tingled with emotion, and I almost burst into tears... People say that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless emotion in the world, and today I truly understand it. Unfortunately, this emotion cannot overcome lust, and I am slowly ruining it myself...

Master Yun nodded and slowly said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the bottle of medicinal wine you gave your son at noon has temporarily suppressed his nature! After I chant the incantation, Zhibin's consciousness will be awakened by my spell, bringing his body here... However, at that time, I must temporarily avoid him to prevent him from becoming alert, so..." "You'll have to face him alone..."

Master Yun said solemnly, "Then, go and bathe and perfume yourself now. Come back after you've washed away your makeup... Hmm, one more thing, in order to expel that evil desire from your 'past life' from Xiaobing's body as quickly as possible, Madam, you'd better change into a more 'daring' outfit and try to please him. This way, you can make him fall into the trap in the shortest amount of time... Also, throughout the process, if you can feign using your beauty to seduce him and flatter him, making him lose his guard, then my chances of winning will increase even further... Remember, do everything according to his wishes, and never anger him! You can rest assured that I will come to your rescue at the crucial moment..."

Mom didn't say a word, just nodded silently, then turned around and slowly walked towards the bathroom. As she passed my room, through the crack in the door, I clearly saw the sad expression on her face and the two clear tear tracks on her cheeks!

In that instant, I almost wanted to abandon my shameless dream, rush out, kneel at my mother's feet, and weep as I confessed my sins! I wanted to tell her it was all my own son's conspiracy… But before I could even lift my foot, an evil thought suddenly surged into my mind and took control of every cell in my body…

—It doesn't matter who this old geezer is, whether he's a charlatan or a genuine master, it doesn't matter to me! What matters is that according to his "exorcism" plan, my mother must passively endure my bullying! This is a golden opportunity…

My heart pounded with excitement. Stealing a glance, I saw Master Yun had already stood up and was busy in the living room. He set up an altar, hung up the yellow curtains and talismans he had brought, and lit several sticks of incense in the corner. After setting everything up, he sat upright on a prayer mat, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in prayer, and softly chanted scriptures, appearing solemn and sacred!

Seeing his ridiculously serious expression, I secretly shook my head, my distrust of him deepening... A moment later, Master Yun suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the white jade bottle beside him, and unsealed the bottom. Instantly, a stream of grayish-white powder poured out, scattering onto the yellow cloth laid out on the table, forming a small sand dune.

I stared blankly, my heart filled with mixed emotions... This must be Brother Zhibin's ashes! Poor man, even in death, his soul was imprisoned in a dark, sunless bottle by this damned master... But this ghost finally escaped its cage and attached itself to me, its "future self"...

Master Yun scooped up a handful of ashes and softly chanted a spell. The mechanical, monotonous voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, as if it drifted from another world, making the listener drowsy. He chanted as he let the ashes slip through his fingers, then scooped up a handful… I watched with growing impatience, my eyelids growing heavy…

Suddenly, something shocking happened! I found my wrist slowly rising, resting on the handle, and pulling open the door… Yet my brain hadn't issued any instructions…

Before I could react, my legs had already taken the initiative to step out of the room, dragging heavy steps towards the living room… The feeling was indescribably terrifying, like being haunted in a dream, or like an invisible, mysterious force replacing my brain and controlling my body, while my own thoughts were forcibly pushed aside!

"How could...how could this be?" I was horrified, instinctively mobilizing all my brain nerves, trying to regain control of my body...but no matter how hard I tried, my legs stubbornly moved forward, completely disobeying my brain's commands...

--Could it be...that Master Yun wasn't just boasting, and really summoned Zhibin's consciousness, allowing him to take over my body? Would I be expelled instead, becoming a "wandering ghost" without a physical form?

A chill ran down my spine, and I frantically engaged in a desperate "struggle" with the unseen opponent...but even after I mechanically traversed the entire living room and sat down on the sofa, I couldn't control my movements. Terrified and exhausted, I could only dejectedly give up the struggle...

Master Yun didn't even glance at me, quietly getting up and leaving. Only my breathing echoed in the spacious hall, the wind rustling the yellow curtains, creating an eerie atmosphere. A deep chill rose in my heart, but my mind was blank...

After what seemed like an eternity, the crisp sound of footsteps rang out, and my mother, having finished her bath, finally appeared in my sight! I involuntarily looked up, staring intently at her. But what I saw made my mouth gape open, and my eyes

nearly popped out! Good heavens, this… this was what they called “daring” clothing? Strictly speaking, what my mother was wearing couldn’t even be called clothing! What covered her mature, perfect body was more like a sheer, openwork fishing net! The pure black, crisscrossing lace outlined my mother’s alluring curves and highlighted her snow-white skin, creating a striking visual impact!

However, what attracted my gaze even more were my mother’s high, full breasts. There wasn’t even a “fishing net” there; only a few thin ribbons were wrapped around her bare breasts, barely concealing the areolas and nipples. With each step she took, her two round, plump, and full white breasts seemed to tremble rhythmically on her chest, creating a unique cadence.

As for her lower body attire, it was equally arousing! Her shapely, slender legs were completely bare, a narrow thong practically nonexistent, exposing most of her firm buttocks. Beneath the fabric in the triangle area between her legs was a full, round mound…

I felt my vision blur, my brain spin, and the world seemed to be spinning before me… Was this woman walking towards me really my biological mother? Was she really the elegant, noble, and reserved mother who always wore tasteful clothes?

Even if you killed me before, I would never have believed this scene. My beautiful and refined mother, dressed in such a lewd and provocative manner! Although her face still held a hint of shame and embarrassment, and her eyes were brimming with tears of sorrow, nothing could stop me from feeling contempt and disdain for her…

In a daze, Mom had already laboriously and unsteadily reached the living room doorway. Seeing me staring intently at her, Mom's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she instinctively covered her private parts with her arms, gently scolding, "Xiaobing, what… what are you looking at? Your eyes are so restless…"

Before she could finish speaking, I gurgled a few times in my throat and suddenly let out a terrifying, eerie laugh, saying in a sinister tone, "Well, Xiaojing… it's been eighteen years, and we've finally met again!"

Upon hearing this, Mom screamed as if she had lost her mind, all the color draining from her pretty face, her whole body trembling hysterically… And I, too, felt as if struck by lightning, my hair standing on end, even my hair standing on end…

-- This… this voice isn't mine at all! This was clearly the voice from my dream, the voice of my "past life" speaking to me! The tone, the intonation, the volume—it was exactly the same!

So, am I possessed, or am I suffering from a split personality?

My thoughts were a jumbled mess; my senses seemed to have lost their usual sharpness, becoming blind and deaf… When I finally snapped back to reality, I saw my mother collapsed on the floor, staring at me with extreme fear, her lips trembling with terror as she managed to utter a few words: "Zhi…Zhibin…"

In my horror, I realized I had completely lost control; every part of my body had "rebelled," and my brain had become a hollow shell—in other words, I was now nothing more than a puppet!

"How dare you call me that, you slut!" A voice completely unlike mine was squeezed out from between my teeth, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "All these years, I've thought about you every single moment! Thinking about your beauty, your cruelty, and your ingratitude... You didn't expect this, did you? Even though I'm dead, a wisp of my spirit has managed to linger, and even managed to hold on until this moment of reunion with you..."

The voice was low, hoarse, and raspy, carrying a deep-seated resentment, as if it came directly from the darkest depths of hell, making one's hair stand on end! My mother trembled with fear, her face drained of all color. She stammered, "I...I didn't...I didn't mean to hurt you...Why...are you still bothering me?"

"It's simple, I want what's rightfully mine!" I glared, baring my teeth fiercely. "You should remember, right? May 8th, 1984, the day I died. What I said to you before I died..."

Before she could answer, I repeated her words, word by word: "This revenge...I will take it one day...Even as a vengeful ghost...I won't...let you go!"

"No!" My mother cried, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Brother Zhibin, let me go...let my son go, please...I'll do anything you ask..."

I listened coldly, my facial muscles stiff, seemingly unmoved by her cries. I said calmly, "I'll let you go, but you have to agree to one condition!"

"Really? What are the conditions?" Mom blurted out, her voice filled with surprise. But as soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize my intention, and a blush instantly rose on her pale cheeks, only to return to a deathly white as soon as she did.

I raised my hand like a puppet, pointed to my bulging crotch, and then beckoned to her, saying calmly, "Come on... do exactly what you did back then!"

Mom hesitated for a moment, then nodded, sobbing. She slowly and obediently lowered herself to the ground, her long limbs supporting her snow-white, translucent body, crawling over on her hands and feet... Her movements were clumsy, stiff, and unnatural, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation...

I could hardly believe my eyes; how similar this was to what had happened in that nightmare! The only difference was that the "Xiao Jing" in the dream was a young girl in the prime of her life, radiating youthful energy. But the mother before me... time had transformed her into a sexy, voluptuous middle-aged woman, her every move exuding a mature charm that irresistibly aroused a primal urge to conquer.

From the living room doorway to the sofa, it was only a short distance of four or five meters! But to my mother at that moment, that distance felt longer than the ends of the earth! Her face was filled with shame and fear as she mechanically crawled on the floor, her two round breasts drooping, swaying slightly with each step; her plump buttocks were thrust upwards, swaying as she moved forward. Her posture resembled that of a wanton female dog, a dog wagging its tail and begging for its master's favor!

I stared, my mind a jumble of thoughts, completely blank. The only thing I could feel was my own erection growing harder and harder in my pants…

Soon, my mother crawled to the sofa and knelt submissively at my feet. She was so nervous she didn't dare lift her head, her round, bare shoulders trembling slightly, a submissive look on her face, awaiting my judgment.

"Come here, what are you daydreaming about?" I stood up, my face stiff, and said coldly, "Not like back then, willingly helping me take off my pants?"

My mother dared not disobey, tears streaming down her pretty face, she silently crawled to my side, her hands trembling as she reached out and unbuckled my belt. My pants immediately fell from my waistband to my feet. Then, she slowly pulled down my underwear… my

already erect penis sprang out, pointing straight up like a cannon. My mother gasped, almost instinctively averting her gaze, her face flushed crimson as if painted with rouge, and she collapsed helplessly onto the floor.

"Lift your head up! I want you to take a good look at this thing you're eating!" I commanded loudly. The thought of brazenly exposing my genitals in front of my own mother sent a surge of wicked pleasure through my entire body…

My mother, however, blushed deeply, her neck turning bright red. She barely managed to lift her eyelids, awkwardly turning her gaze towards me. When the image of my muscular penis entered her pupils, I noticed a strange glint in her eyes. Her breathing suddenly quickened, and her expression became odd and unnatural…

"How about it? You like your son's big cock, don't you?" I said nonchalantly, brandishing my penis. "Now, dear mother, please take your son's cock into your mouth and suck it properly!"

Even I was startled by the words I uttered. Mother trembled violently, as if she had heard the most obscene words in the world. She shook her head frantically, panicked, "No, no...this is my son...I can't do this..."

"Stop pretending in front of me, you slut!" I said with a sneer. "Didn't you masturbate to this cock this morning? Can you swear you didn't think about licking it? Didn't you long for it to plunge into your cunt?"

"I..." Mother was speechless, her head bowed in shame and anxiety, her hands unsure what to do. Perhaps her secret had been exposed; she looked utterly ashamed and remained silent for a long time.

"You slut? Are you even listening to me?" I said impatiently, my voice sharp. "If you want anything to happen to our son, it's easy enough..."

Mom couldn't help but cry again, choking out, "No...please...please don't hurt Xiaobing...I'll do whatever you say..." She bit her lip, staring intently at my penis, her pale face slowly moving closer...

My heart pounded. Mom...was she really going to give me oral sex? This was something I only ever dreamed about! Even just thinking about it in private was enough to get my blood pumping...

At this moment, Mom was right next to my crotch, a familiar scent wafting into my nostrils... She hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly, as if she had made a desperate decision, closed her eyes and gently licked my penis with her tongue!

"Oh—" I couldn't help but let out a soft cry, feeling a cool, slippery touch on my penis. Although it was only for a brief moment, it gave me an unprecedentedly intense stimulation...

After the first lick, my mother's psychological barrier seemed to have lessened considerably, and her eyes opened. Resignedly, she slightly stuck out her fragrant tongue, licking the foreskin with its prominent veins again and again, continuously bringing me supreme pleasure... Soon, the back of my penis was completely wet with her saliva, even my testicles were covered with glistening saliva!

"Hey, don't avoid the important part! Quickly suck the front..." A hoarse voice rang out again, issuing an obscene command.

My mother's face was blank, and she silently reached out and lifted my penis, straightening its position. Then she slowly opened her mouth, her cherry-red lips coming forward, slowly enveloping the umbrella-shaped glans...

I excitedly tilted my head back to the sky, carefully savoring that unparalleled wonderful taste. The tip of my penis was entering a warm cavity; the moist, soft, and alluring sensation was indescribable!

"Whoa!" I roared like a wild beast, thrusting my hips forward forcefully!

My mother, caught off guard, nearly coughed. She had to open her cute little mouth wide to barely manage to take in half of the thick penis.

"Yes...yes...gently take it in...be careful not to touch your teeth...okay, just like that...

oh...so good..."

Under my experienced guidance, my mother's "technique" gradually improved, and her previously stiff shoulders relaxed. Clearly, her fear was waning, unlike the tension she felt when she first entered. She began to concentrate on using her lips to swallow and release the penis, her tongue skillfully licking the sensitive glans. With each up-and-down movement of her head, her beautiful hair swayed lightly, occasionally brushing against her fair, smooth, half-naked body, creating an image full of lewdness.

"God, Mom's giving me oral sex... this can't be a dream, can it?" A long time passed, and I still couldn't quite believe it was real. But the lewd "tsk, tsk" sounds of her sucking my penis kept reminding me that what was happening before my eyes was undeniably true... After

a while, Mom seemed a little tired; fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose. Although she tried her best to move her cheeks, the rhythm slowed, clearly indicating she was running out of energy. I patted her cheek, signaling her to open her mouth, and pulled my engorged penis out of that warm, moist place.

Mom slumped to the ground, exhausted, letting out soft breaths, her breasts rising and falling. After a moment, she wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth and asked shyly in a low voice, "Brother Zhibin, is this...

is this okay?"

"No way! If you don't play the part perfectly today, don't expect me to let you go!" I said with a lewd grin.

My mother's body trembled, and she stammered, "You... what else do you want to do?"

I narrowed my eyes, my gaze greedily fixed on my mother's high, firm breasts, those alluring peaks barely covered by a few pieces of cloth, yet concealing the most important parts. I swallowed hard, impatiently saying, "Show me your breasts completely, I want to see them with my own eyes..."

Before I could finish the sentence, I suddenly froze, a strange, inexplicable feeling welling up inside me. Although the voice I had just uttered was still Zhibin's, the words themselves were clearly my own thoughts!

And... and my limbs seemed to have regained their freedom without me even realizing it...

Could it be that I and my "past life" were gradually merging into one? Could it be... could it be that I am him now, and he is me, and there is no longer any distinction between us? Then, is it the "past life" invading my thoughts in this life, or is this life digesting the memories of the "past life"?

In other words, who am I now? Am I Zhibin? Am I Xiaobing? Or a mixture of both?

I was completely unable to answer myself, momentarily confused, and subconsciously glanced at my mother. Suddenly, my chest burned, as if struck by a heavy boulder, and my breath and heartbeat stopped for a moment…

“God, am I… am I seeing things?” I screamed inwardly, raising my hand in disbelief and rubbing my eyes vigorously.

I couldn’t help but feel a powerful shock… My mother had obediently removed the last obstacle of her upper body, revealing her perfect, proud breasts completely naked!

On those bare breasts, two full, snow-white breasts almost filled my entire field of vision. Although they were no longer covered by clothing, these two high mounds of flesh hardly sagged! The crystal-clear, snow-white orbs had perfectly rounded curves, looking like ripe peaches, firm, full, and overflowing with juicy sweetness, making one want to take a bite!

However, what was even more breathtaking were the two luscious nipples atop her breasts. The areolas were a slightly darker color than I had imagined, a very mature and alluring light brown. The two delicate nipples weren't large, but they were tender and protruding, like plump little cherries, adorning the round, snow-white breasts, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene…

I stared intently, my eyelids drooping, not daring to miss a single detail. A strange warmth welled up within me, and I was almost moved to tears!

—Finally…finally, I saw my mother's breasts! Looking back, back when I was eleven, I had endless fantasies about my mother's breasts, dreaming of seeing them for myself!

Especially after I learned that she had never breastfed me, this desire grew stronger and more uncontrollable, eventually transforming into a frenzied, perverse possessiveness!

—If back then, my mother had kept her promise to me, allowing me to properly admire and play with her breasts, satisfying my curiosity, what would the outcome have been? Perhaps, the memories of my "past life" hidden in my subconscious would have gradually faded with time, never disturbing my life in this one.

—But back then, to uphold her maternal dignity, my mother considered her breasts a "forbidden zone" for her son, preferring to break her promise rather than allow me to touch them… She could never have imagined that it was precisely because her curiosity was not satisfied that it triggered my most primal, animalistic impulses towards her; that the evil memories of my "past life" would ultimately break through the shackles of Master Yun's talismanic bottle, controlling my originally pure consciousness in this life…

"You wretched woman, you caused all of this yourself… Now you will pay the price for this painful mistake!" Boiling blood surged to my head, and I squatted down, without thinking, stretching out my hands, slowly reaching towards my mother's chest, preparing to climb those two Mount Everests I had longed for day and night!

My mother watched my hands approach little by little, her face showing a tense and panicked expression, her two fair arms slightly raised, as if trying to protect her breasts. But under my threatening snort, she finally yielded, not daring to make any move to resist…

I smiled triumphantly, my hands, which had been cupping her breasts like balls, suddenly clenched, grasping each of her full breasts in one hand!

“Oh—” My hands trembled, as if an electric current had passed through my palms, spreading to every cell in my body… Almost at the same instant, Mom gasped, her body trembling as if electrocuted!

But I couldn't care less about that, involuntarily closing my eyes to fully savor this unparalleled, wonderful feeling!

Mom's breasts were incredibly full and swollen, my ten fingers stretched to their limit, but I could only barely grasp most of one breast. The smooth, delicate breasts were soft and yielding, heavy and substantial in my hands. Perhaps due to her focus on exercise, her fair breasts lacked the sagging often seen in middle-aged women; instead, they possessed a youthful and healthy elasticity that made one want to touch them again and again, unwilling to let go...

"

Hehe... Being grabbed and kneaded by your own son, you must feel ashamed!" I still spoke in Zhibin's hoarse voice, but the tone and content of my words were no different from my usual self.

"No...don't...don't do this..." My mother's face was full of shame. She didn't notice my strange behavior at all. She pleaded weakly, "I beg you...don't use Xiaobing's hands...I...I feel so guilty..."

I chuckled and said, "Stop being hypocritical, my beauty...I know you like this...the more shameful the feeling, the more excited you are...it's because of the guilt that you get such great pleasure...look, I've only said a few words and your nipples are already erect..."

"Nonsense...you're talking nonsense...I didn't...you...you're shameless and filthy..." My mother's voice trembled, and her tone changed subtly. The words she uttered were quite similar to the lewd moans she used to make when flirting with "Mr. Heart Demon"...

Finally, I had my fill of touching her. I released my mother's white and full breasts and sat back on the sofa, satisfied. After flexing my aching hands, I pointed to my still erect penis and said lewdly to my mother, "Listen, if you suck what's inside out, I'll let you and your son go..."

This time, my mother didn't hesitate for a second. She immediately grabbed my legs, her pink face filled with urgent anxiety, and took my penis back into her mouth. Her soft tongue immediately began to lick the glans rapidly, as if savoring ice cream, and she swallowed the penis as deeply as possible.

I was taken aback, feeling a little stunned. My mother's actions were so focused; it didn't seem like she was being coerced into doing such an immoral thing! Seeing her sucking so passionately, I clearly felt that deep down, my mother also longed for oral sex, longed to taste her own son's penis to her heart's content...

I shook my head, trying to keep my mind clear. Although I had been trying my best to entice my mother to break the taboo, when she actually slid into the abyss of incest, I found it hard to accept... But just then, my mother suddenly tossed her flowing hair aside, brushing away the stray strands that fell across her forehead. Her gesture was so natural, so alluring, so full of the charm of a mature woman... I was stunned...

Her hair was parted, and a beautiful face flushed red appeared before me! I suddenly felt that this face had become somewhat unfamiliar, because it was filled with an expression of intoxication, passion, and confusion, without a trace of humiliation or sadness!

At this moment, my mother was like a lustful woman, completely absorbed in licking and sucking her son's penis.

Even while tossing her hair, she didn't want to stop licking and sucking, instead pressing her lips even tighter, as if afraid that the thick penis would slip out of her mouth. At the same time, her hand actually slipped inside her thong, rubbing back and forth between her legs at the bulge, as if it were unbearably itchy.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom squeezed out muffled nasal sounds, her mature face flushed an alluring pink. Slippery love juice dripped from between her fingers, then fell to the floor, pooling into a small puddle...

--Who could believe such a scene? A mother who, just over six months ago, was pure, dignified, and inviolable, was now obediently kneeling at her son's feet, sucking on her own flesh and blood's thick penis while lewdly stimulating her honeypot?

With a "thud," the sacred image of "mother" completely collapsed in my heart. I knew that in this life, I would never again accept the identity of "mother," only seeing her as a woman driven by lust, a sexual object!

--Whether I'm Xiaobing or Zhibin, what does it matter? No matter who I am, I must possess her!

Whether from excitement or anger, I suddenly let out a roar, my penis throbbing violently as I ejaculated a large amount of semen into my mother's mouth! But at the same moment, an irresistible wave of fatigue washed over me, as if I had been given anesthesia. My vision went black, and I fainted, feeling dizzy and lightheaded…

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I lay unconscious, surrounded by endless darkness. I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I seemed to hear faint voices, which gradually became clearer in my ears…

Suddenly, I awoke from my chaotic world. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the chandelier on the ceiling, emitting a soft and pleasant light, and then I smelled a delicate fragrance.

A slight dizziness lingered in my head. I rubbed my forehead and struggled to sit up halfway. My gaze wandered around blankly, and I realized that I was lying on the big bed in my parents' bedroom, covered with a thin sheet.

"Damn it! How could I have fainted at such a crucial moment?" Recalling the scene before I collapsed, I was extremely frustrated, but also felt something was strange. I'm usually not this weak; I only lose some vital energy, how did I become so "weak"...?

I heard faint voices outside the room again, and I quickly pricked up my ears. I heard my mother and Master Yun whispering.

"Master, do you think my son... is he really alright?" my mother asked worriedly, her tone very uneasy.

"Don't worry! He's just recovered from being drunk. He'll be fine once he sobers up!"

After a moment of silence, the mother stammered again, "But... will Xiaobing remember what happened just now?" She paused, her voice choked with emotion, "If he knew that I, his mother, had done something so shameless, he would despise me forever..."

"Your son is unlikely to know these things! Don't forget, he was actually asleep the whole time. Those words and actions were the result of manipulation from his 'past life'..." Master Yun said calmly, "That's why I repeatedly told you to find a way to get Xiaobing drunk before I came. In my opinion, at most he'll only vaguely remember having a ridiculous erotic dream, that's all!"

But the mother still worried, "Won't he regain his memories of Zhibin?"

"This old man is quite confident!" Master Yun said with considerable certainty. "At the very moment he ejaculates, the resentment is expelled from his body along with his vital essence, and the memories of his past life vanish.

From that moment on, he is completely your son, both physically and mentally... He will bid farewell to the past and live a long life in this life..."

"That's good...that's good..." Mom said repeatedly, sounding very relieved... But I secretly sneered. Yes, the grudges and hatred of the "past life" may have truly disappeared, but the twisted love and entanglement of this life has only just begun...

"But there is one thing you must remember!" Master Yun's voice suddenly became stern, and he said each word clearly, "Never mention Brother Zhibin in front of Xiaobing! Remember, no matter what the circumstances, you must never talk about anything related to the 'past life,' not even a single detail!"

"Why?" My mother's voice trembled again. "Didn't you say those memories had disappeared?"

Master Yun sighed deeply. "That's true, but there are still subtle connections between past and present lives. If you accidentally let it slip, it could still bring unimaginable disaster!"

I listened silently, suddenly filled with awe for the old man. Only now did I believe that he was indeed a highly skilled person, who had predicted almost everything. If I hadn't woken up unexpectedly from my drunken stupor, I would have been completely defeated by him tonight—utterly defeated in both my past and present lives, and perhaps even forgotten all about violating my mother's dreams…

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do; I've said what I needed to say…" Master Yun's tone suddenly became a little strange, as he said hesitantly, "But fate is often unpredictable. If some irreversible situation arises in the future, then… don't deliberately resist it, just let nature take its course!"

"What irreversible situation? Master, please explain clearly!" My mother asked anxiously.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, I cannot speak further!" Master Yun said softly. "Your son will wake up soon, go and comfort him... This old man will take his leave now!"

My mother repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, but Master Yun insisted on leaving, adopting an unfathomable demeanor and refusing to leave any way to contact him, saying that he could no longer be of any help. Helpless, my mother could only thank him profusely and see him off.

I stared blankly into deep thought: What did this old man mean by leaving such cryptic words? Was he hinting at something? Or...?

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out, and my mother appeared in the bedroom doorway. She immediately saw that I had sat up, and her face lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy. Before I could even greet her, she rushed over, pulling me into a tight embrace. She stammered, "Xiaobing, you're awake... my darling, you... you're finally awake..."

I yawned, feigning sleepiness, and mumbled, "Mom, what happened? Why... why am I in your bed?"

My mother didn't answer, only kissed me repeatedly, rubbing her smooth forehead against my cheek. Tears of joy streamed down her face, falling onto my lips. I could feel the warmth of her tears, filled with her deep affection for me—a mother's doting love for her son, and a woman's longing for her man.

The next day, the atmosphere at home was outwardly calm, as if nothing had happened. The only difference was the white jade vase. It was still there, but the ashes inside were gone, probably taken away by that Master Yun.

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, I thought this might mark a complete break with my past. All those dreams about my "past life"—whether it was personally experiencing events from my previous life or conversing with Zhibin in this life—would never appear when I slept at night again! In other words, it was as if I had undergone a "rebirth," starting a completely new life!

However, my illicit desire for my mother did not diminish; on the contrary, it surged like fuel on a fire. Now, I only had one question on my mind day and night: how could I continue my "seduce my mother" plan, which I was secretly carrying out, until it was successfully completed?

Originally, this plan had already reached the fifth stage, and the dawn of victory was in sight. But at this crucial moment, Zhibin's thoughts completely disappeared from my mind, failing to tell me what to do next.

However, this small setback could absolutely not shake my determination to possess my mother! I always had a vague feeling that the evil plan was not actually Zhibin's idea, but rather something that had always existed in my subconscious.

For a long time, the thought of having sex with my mother had been so deeply ingrained, yet unfulfilled, that it led to this crazy idea! In other words, if I thought about it carefully and considered it thoroughly, I could completely complete the rest of the plan while sober, because it was a plan I had conceived myself…

That night, I tentatively asked my mother why she had cried so bitterly in my arms the previous day, as if I had been resurrected. She calmly explained that it was because I had drunk too much and was completely drunk, which frightened her. When she saw me awake, she became so excited that she lost her composure.

“Oh, I see!” I nodded, but my face showed a skeptical expression as I suspiciously looked her up and down.

My mother became uneasy under my gaze and quickly changed the subject, trying to talk about other things. But I didn't respond much, giving a listless reply before turning and leaving. In the following days, I deliberately treated my mother with a cold attitude.

When she came home from work in the evening, I no longer followed her around as affectionately as before; my gaze towards her was no longer filled with the same tenderness, and I often looked down with a lost expression, deliberately avoiding her caring gaze.

Before, every evening at dinner, my mother and I would chat and laugh, sharing our feelings. But these past few days, I've remained silent, just eating my food by myself. Even when I do say a few words, it's always my mother who asks questions, and I passively answer. And what comes out of my mouth are mostly short, concise sentences, sometimes simply a "yes" or "no" to brush it off, not giving her a chance to delve deeper.

What's worse, as soon as I finished dinner, I would immediately hide in my room to study, leaving my mother all alone in the living room until she came out to nod before going to bed... In short, I tried everything I could to intentionally or unintentionally neglect her, building an invisible barrier between us...

With a woman's intuition, my mother quickly realized that our relationship was becoming increasingly distant, even reaching an unprecedented crisis. It was clear she was very distressed, anxious, and heartbroken. In just a few days, she had become noticeably thinner, her face tinged with sadness and weariness, and her eyes had lost their usual sparkle, making her look heartbreaking.

She tried to break the ice and openly share her thoughts with me, but my reaction was quite negative—my goal was to horrify my mother into discovering that she was emotionally losing me, her biological son, and losing my trust and dependence on her… This was precisely what my mother feared most, something she couldn't accept under any circumstances…

After all, in the past six months, she had lost so much: her father, whom she had hoped to rely on for life; the "demon" she had an affair with over the phone; the entangled Zhibin… These men, each holding a place in her life, now all had drifted away… In such a moment of despair, my mother must cherish me, her only remaining family member, and absolutely wouldn't want me to secretly "abandon" her too…

I firmly believed that at this moment, my mother was eager to rebuild their close mother-son relationship and salvage their fading kinship. If I could grasp this anxious state of mind and exploit it properly, I could achieve my planned goal…

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