The liquid hit his brain directly, his heart pounded, and he kicked away the person who had been lying on the ground.

Mom closed the bedroom door tightly. “Bang!”

I didn’t care whether my mother would turn around or not, and rushed straight into the ward!

“Huh?” Zhao Chenyu, who had just pulled up his pants, suddenly shuddered. He looked up and saw me rushing in, his face turning deathly pale. As he shrank back, his hands frantically groped into the bedside table drawer.

What is he going to do? Is there a fruit knife in the drawer?

Realizing what was happening, all my muscles tensed instantly. I quickly stopped and leaned back slightly, my eyes scanning the IV stand, water cup, and chair in the ward, trying to figure out which one could be used for self-defense.

“Senior…” Zhao Chenyu had calmed down and called out to me softly. He stretched his hand out from the drawer, and what he held wasn’t a knife, but a U-shaped object.

Disk. USB flash drive?

I was about to pounce on him without thinking, my fists clenched, wanting to smash his beastly face to pieces, when Zhao Chenyu spoke first: “Instead of hitting me now, you might as well see what has happened first.”

Seeing that I didn’t move, he continued, “I know, senior, you’ve deleted everything about me. These are my last resort. I’m despicable! I’m a scoundrel! But if they accidentally appear in the school…”

In the forum…

Zhao Chenyu’s blatant threat instantly ignited my…

All the anger burning within me. “Damn it—”

I took a sudden step forward, using all my strength, and kicked hard…

He kicked him in the stomach, where the wound had just healed. “Ugh!”

He groaned, and I kicked him so hard that he fell backward to the ground with a thud, arching his back in pain.

The USB drive in his hand fell to the floor with a “thud”.

I stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the USB drive. Holding the small device, I rubbed its cold metal surface, as if I could sense the terrible secret hidden inside. My eyes darted back and forth between his pained, contorted face and the USB drive in his hand, a battle raging within me.

In the end, I chose to turn around and leave.

Because this concerns my mother, the person I love most in the world.

As for Zhao Chenyu, if I can mess with him once, I can do it again.

He can’t escape.

Back home, I was all alone. My footsteps echoed in the empty room, sounding eerily lonely, much like my heavy, oppressive mood. Looking at this incredibly familiar place—the painting Aunt Ouyang gave me on the wall, the carpet Mom personally chose for the floor, the faint scent of orchids wafting in the air—everywhere bore the mark of “home.” Looking at the family photo on the TV stand, Dad’s arm around Mom’s shoulder, Mom cradling me and Xuanman, who were just starting kindergarten, in her arms, the four of us beaming with happiness, warm and bright like sunshine.

Will this scene ever happen again? Thinking of my mother…

The image of me kneeling before Zhao Chenyu, swallowing his filthy penis, filled me with an indescribable sorrow.

I went back to my bedroom and plugged the fateful USB drive into my computer.

“Ding ding!” A notification popped up in the lower right corner of the screen that the USB drive had been successfully inserted. I gripped the mouse and clicked it.

The file viewer popped up, and I gasped. The screen was crammed with countless thumbnails, mostly photos of my mother—her focused profile as she lectured from the podium, her slightly furrowed brow as she patiently listened to students’ troubles in the counseling room, her graceful figure in yoga at Xuanman’s house during morning exercises, and even a serene image of her hair falling loosely, partially obscuring her face as she rested at her desk. What horrified me most was a photo of my mother being kissed by Xuanman on the bed; Xuanman’s hand was clearly inside her collar.

Seeing these densely packed photos, I feel like Zhao Chenyu is the most perverted stalker, constantly spying on my mother.

But then I thought about it again, and many of these photos had already appeared in…

In his mother’s short video vlogs, Weibo posts, and even WeChat Moments, do each of these photos represent a moment of contact or conversation between Zhao Chenyu and his mother?

Such meticulous record—did the mother gradually become familiar with Zhao Chenyu, lower her guard, and ultimately… through this long period of indirect contact, like a frog being slowly boiled in water?

Bah! What meticulousness? These scenes, one after another, clearly demonstrate the hunter’s patience towards his prey!

Because I saw a photo of my mother completely naked.

The photo is taken in an unspecified bedroom, decorated in luxurious blue and gold. The mother lies naked on the bed, the camera capturing her profile. She is slumped in the center of the opulent bed, the blue and gold silk sheets deeply wrinkled by her body. Her left arm is draped over her forehead, her forearm partially obscuring her eyes, but her tightly clenched lips and flushed cheeks are visible. Her long, black hair is disheveled on the pillow, several strands clinging to her sweaty neck and collarbone.

Because of her lying position, her F-cup breasts spread out heavily like two puddles of melted cream. But the pink nipples stood erect atop the soft peaks, like delicate patterns on a steamed bun. Upon closer inspection, some inexplicable marks remained on the pink areolas, a mixture of crimson and bluish-purple against her ivory skin. The right breast was partially hidden by her mother’s arm, but the left was completely exposed to the light, clearly showing the glistening sweat around the areola and the bluish veins beneath the skin—all testifying to the undeniable authenticity of these breasts, the breasts that had nurtured me and Xuanman.

Although her waist was made exceptionally slender by her large breasts and ample hips, it still possessed the soft curves characteristic of a mature woman. A few beads of sweat trickled down her lower abdomen, gathering at her slender navel. Her raised left leg was taut, yet it formed a perfect barrier, the plump flesh at the base of her thigh creating an ambiguous shadow, concealing her most private pubic area in a valley. Her right leg, however, was completely relaxed and straight, her two buttocks pressed against the sheets like a full moon, creating a rounded, fleshy curve.

What tugged at my heartstrings most was my mother’s slightly parted lips, the corners of her lips…

The lingering, glistening saliva seemed to have torn apart his inner defenses, leaving him with an aura of desecration.

Then, they became addicted to its decadent atmosphere. Only naked blasphemy remained…

This is nothing like the dignified and gentle mother I remember.

Although I couldn’t believe it, after witnessing my mother giving Zhao Chenyu oral sex, I had no choice but to believe it—my mother and Zhao Chenyu had already done it.

Why did Mom become like this? I suppressed the question and the bitterness rising in my heart for the time being, scrolling my finger back to the top few videos in the file and sorting them by time.

The earliest one was from a day last November; the date marked on the filename gave me a jolt.

I remember the day before this day, the day when we had a fierce argument because of the mess with “the universe”.

The video started playing, the picture shook a few times before stabilizing.

Come here. The camera focuses on Xuanman’s familiar living room. Her mother sits on a round velvet stool in the corner, leaning slightly forward with her hands on her knees, making her appear exceptionally thin. She wears a high-necked black sweater, the neckline completely covering her chin, but the fabric is still stretched taut by her full breasts. Zhao Chenyu stands behind her, his hands gently massaging her shoulders.

“Relax, Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu’s voice came through the earphone, deliberately gentle. “It hurts me to see you frowning so much.”

“Sigh~” Mom sighed softly, her eyelashes drooping, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes. Zhao Chenyu’s fingers followed her…

The shoulder line slid down to the side of the neck, and the thumb pressed on the Fengchi acupoint, slowly making circles. Mom seemed to want to pull away, but in the end she just pursed her lips.

“Wanyi, cheer up.” Zhao Chenyu even reached out and gently supported his mother’s forehead, letting her lean back and rest her head against his lower abdomen. Fortunately, his mother’s turtleneck sweater covered her, only revealing the shape of her breasts, but not anything underneath.

Mom’s body visibly stiffened for a moment.

Zhao Chenyu’s fingertips continued to press gently, but his voice was lowered: “Speaking of which, Sister Wanyi, I’ve been reading some psychology lately, and I just came across the chapter on sexual psychological development. Freud said that mental health in adulthood is often rooted in the proper channeling and fulfillment of sexual energy in early life.”

“Especially for women, many times their psychological distress and emotional lows are actually deeply related to…unmet or unrecognized physiological needs.”

The mother seemed to pause for a moment, and did not respond immediately.

“The body and emotions are interconnected,” Mom suddenly said, her voice gentle yet carrying a hint of instruction.

Wei: “Like now, stiff shoulders and neck are often because you have too many things on your mind and you are unwilling to let go.”

“Women, in particular, have more delicate emotions and their bodies react more obviously. Anxiety, depression… these emotions are really stored in the body, forming what is called ‘somatization’.”

The mother deliberately changed the subject, shifting the focus from the “sex” issue that Zhao Chenyu had intentionally brought up to physical health.

Zhao Chenyu’s massage didn’t stop, but his eyes lit up. He followed up with a sincere yet bewildered tone: “Sister Wanyi knows so much. So, according to this logic, if you manage your emotions well, your body will also become soft and relaxed, right?” His thumb pressed precisely on a particularly tense spot on his mother’s shoulder.

Mom gave a soft “hmm,” and a wave of soreness spread through her, causing her to unconsciously let out a soft sigh.

“Conversely, when your body feels better, your mood will also improve…” Zhao Chenyu continued to mutter.

“…Academic theories always have their frameworks. Real life…is much more complex,” Mom replied.

“But understanding and accepting yourself, including your body’s most authentic reactions, is always the first step towards reconciliation. For example, the significant impact of hormonal cycles on emotions and desires. Haven’t there been short videos online that talked about this, with titles like ‘Women are controlled by hormones’?”

“Moon.” Zhao Chenyu continued.

I suddenly understood why Zhao Chenyu used terms like “menstrual period” and “luteal phase” to categorize his videos of training Jingyan. That’s the root of the problem!

“…You child, how come you always come up with these strange and unusual angles?” Mom said softly, her tone carrying a rare hint of panic and slight reproach. She tried to cover up her momentary lapse in composure with the demeanor of an elder. She didn’t directly deny it, but the subtle reproach revealed more embarrassment and the subtle feeling of having her thoughts exposed.

“Hehe!” Zhao Chenyu laughed smugly.

Mom smiled gently, a faint pink tinge showing through her fair ears, but the gloom between her brows remained.

“Xuanyu is disobedient, and you’re causing me no peace of mind either.” The mother’s voice was tired, and her breathing was slightly rapid.

“I’m innocent!” Zhao Chenyu immediately shouted exaggeratedly.

Qu, “How dare I disobey? I’m determined to become…”

“The man of a woman as beautiful as Sister Wanyi.”

These words were flippant, presumptuous, and even offensive. But what surprised me most was that my mother, who was always the most polite, only slightly frowned after hearing her nominal “prospective son-in-law” utter such covetous words.

Her fingers, resting on her knees, clenched quietly. Could it be…?

Could it be that there were other things between Mom and Zhao Chenyu that I didn’t know about before?

Mom sighed, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Jian: “If you really care, you should know how to be more restrained with Xuanman…” He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his cheeks flushing red, clearly thinking of something unspeakable.

“Okay,” Zhao Chenyu agreed without hesitation, “Then I promise that I will not touch Xuanman for a week. Sister Wanyi will give me a reward then!”

The mother didn’t speak, but shook her head, a helpless and doting smile on her face.

“However, now,” Zhao Chenyu added, “there are more important things to do.”

“What?” Mom asked, puzzled.

Zhao Chenyu bent his knees slightly, his upper body slowly sank down, and he spread his arms to hug his unsuspecting mother tightly from behind.

“Ah!” Mom exclaimed, her fingers instinctively grabbing Zhao Chenyu’s forearm and struggling.

“Sister Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu whispered in her ear, “what you need most right now is a hug like this.”

The struggling movements gradually ceased. The mother’s body went from stiff to supple, finally leaning completely into Zhao Chenyu’s arms, but she still stubbornly tilted her head to the side.

Seeing this, Zhao Chenyu tightened his arms.

I saw that my mother not only didn’t cry out in pain, but her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. Her body seemed to soften as well, and she truly leaned into Zhao Chenyu’s arms.

I don’t know what my mother thought of Zhao Chenyu during this long period of contact that I was unaware of.

A child to confide in? A man to rely on? Or perhaps…

Zhao Chenyu’s arm was tightly wrapped around his mother’s waist, and his mother’s ample breasts inevitably draped over his arm.

It should feel… comfortable even through clothes…

The camera froze on this moment for a few seconds. The mother’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was an inscrutable, dazed smile on her lips. She was limp in the young man’s arms, as if her bones had been removed.

Mom’s brow gradually relaxed…

Suddenly, the screen went black, then switched back to normal in an instant.

The time has changed to night. The scene has also changed to Xuanman’s bedroom, and the perspective has shifted to Zhao Chenyu’s first-person view while wearing glasses.

Zhao Chenyu was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling casually. My sister, Xuanman, was kneeling between his legs, wearing only a semi-transparent black lace nightgown, her breasts heaving as she rubbed against his knees. The nightgown straps had slipped down to her elbows, revealing most of her snow-white breasts.

“Pop! Pop!”

Like a female dog in heat, she was frantically kissing Zhao Chenyu’s thigh with her cheeks and lips, constantly muttering pleas.

“Master…Master, I want it so badly…Daddy…You haven’t fucked me for days…Hmph…Your slutty daughter really misses you…”

But Zhao Chenyu ignored Xuan Man, who was frantically begging for pleasure beneath him. The camera moved up without hesitation, suddenly turning to the half-open door—a dark shadow flashed past through the crack.

The video abruptly ended.

The next file was created exactly one week after the argument.

The video then switches to the mother’s faculty dormitory. The camera appears to be cleverly hidden behind a bookshelf ornament, allowing a slightly overhead view of the entire room.

Mom, wearing a mauve knit sweater and white wide-leg pants, had just picked up an apple from the sofa when Zhao Chenyu came out of the kitchen, his hand still covering his face as he walked.

He clutched his side, his brow furrowed in pain. “What’s wrong?” his mother asked, putting down the apple with concern.

“I noticed you weren’t acting right when I came over at noon,” she said. Zhao Chenyu plopped down next to his mother, deliberately getting very close to her as he sank into the sofa, and said with a wry smile, “Xuanman pinched me.”

“Did Xuanman pinch him?” the mother muttered in confusion. Then she reached out and naturally lifted the hem of Zhao Chenyu’s gray sweater.

The spot Zhao Chenyu had been covering was a purplish-blue bruise that stood out starkly against his slightly dark skin.

“It’s so serious!” Mom gasped, her fingertips hovering over the injury before withdrawing them. “What exactly happened?”

Zhao Chenyu said awkwardly, “What else could it be? It’s just because of… what happened that week.”

Upon hearing this, the mother’s cheeks flushed red instantly, and she immediately turned her head away, not daring to look at Zhao Chenyu again.

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Chenyu moved closer to his mother, the sofa cushions slightly sank, and their buttocks were now pressed together.

The mother didn’t move.

Seeing that his mother didn’t speak, Zhao Chenyu leaned down, brought his face close to hers, and like a well-behaved student reporting to the teacher, raised his hand and said, “Reporting to Wanyi…”

“Sister, then…can I…with Xuanman…” Her mother’s face flushed even more, and she muttered, “That’s your…you young people’s business. Why are you telling me?”

“But a week has already passed…” Zhao Chenyu hesitated, then stopped himself from speaking.

“Huh? What’s wrong with a week?” His mother looked at him strangely.

“I followed our agreement perfectly, for a whole week, and didn’t even touch Xuanman’s finger,” Zhao Chenyu’s tone began to carry a hint of grievance, “So… what about my reward?”

“What reward? You silly child, you’re being ridiculous!” Mom said coquettishly, trying to change the subject jokingly. “If you’re still not full, I can treat you to another meal at the cafeteria right now.”

“Oh?” Zhao Chenyu’s eyes lit up instantly; he immediately seized on the loophole in his mother’s words. “Then…”

So, Wanyi, you remember you were going to give me a reward?

“Go away! You little brat!” I was also puzzled. Why did my usually so intelligent and composed mother become so flustered in front of Zhao Chenyu? Was it really just because the “physical” distance between them was too close?

The restless mother suddenly stood up from the sofa and headed towards the bedroom.

“Sister Wanyi didn’t keep her word!” Zhao Chenyu suddenly jumped up, opened his arms, and hugged his mother tightly from behind! Then he suddenly exerted force and threw himself backward, actually throwing his mother back heavily onto the sofa together.

“du

“Ouch!” Even more trembling than the sofa was Mom’s enormous breasts.

“Ah—” Mom let out a short, delicate cry, slapping Zhao Chenyu’s arm, which felt like an iron hoop, hard.

“Zhao Chenyu, let go! Let go now!” The mother’s tone instantly turned serious.

“Ah—” But what he got in return was an even more miserable cry of pain from Zhao Chenyu.

“What’s wrong?” After all, the mother wasn’t a willful little girl. Upon hearing Zhao Chenyu’s genuine exclamation, her maternal instincts immediately took over.

“You…you just hit that wound on my waist.”

“Yes.” Zhao Chenyu said, while simultaneously gasping for breath. He acted so convincingly that it was exactly like the real thing.

“Ah? Then let go quickly, I’ll go get you some medicinal wine—ah!” Just as Mom tried to get up, Zhao Chenyu forcefully flipped her over. Zhao Chenyu held Mom tightly from behind, and the two of them lay completely sideways on the not-so-spacious sofa.

“Zhao Chenyu! Let go!” His mother’s tone was much softer than before. It was unclear whether it was genuine concern for Zhao Chenyu’s injury or simply because of his strong hands.

His arm was constantly, intentionally or unintentionally, rubbing against his mother’s full breasts.

“That won’t do!”

“Aren’t you in pain?”

“More than my body, I’m heartbroken right now!” Zhao Chenyu deliberately put on a bitter and resentful expression.

“Let go! You’re a smart child, you should know what you should and shouldn’t do. There are some boundaries that you absolutely cannot…” The mother suddenly couldn’t continue. She stopped struggling, but suppressed her increasingly disordered breathing, her face flushed, and said, word by word.

“This isn’t a matter of boundaries,” Zhao Chenyu said, his tone as if he were talking to a naive child.

“This is Wanyi’s own fault for being naughty,” she said. “What?” Mom sighed, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

She laughed, “You should keep your tricks up your sleeve and play them with your seniors and juniors. I’m not a girl anymore.”

Mom, your words have come true…

“But in my eyes, Sister Wanyi has everything, except for a ‘girl’.” Zhao Chenyu’s words made his mother pause in surprise.

His mother turned around and gave him a deep look.

Zhao Chenyu, who had just looked timid, nodded emphatically without any fear.

Mom fell silent. The silence lasted only a few seconds, yet it felt like an eternity.

Finally, she sighed deeply and said, “So… what do you want?”

Zhao Chenyu brought his face close to his mother’s, pursed his cheeks, and said in a coquettish tone, “Sister Wanyi, can you give me a sweet kiss?”

I frowned. Zhao Chenyu was so presumptuous and disgusting, but my mother was also…

“You, you really are just a child,” the mother said helplessly.

She sighed, her voice tinged with a mixture of indulgence and helplessness. Her soft chest rose and fell gently with her breath, brushing against Zhao Chenyu’s arm.

“Wanyi, you’re still a child.” Zhao Chenyu chuckled, his hot breath brushing against his mother’s neck, and he tightened his grip on her arm.

“Hmm!” A muffled groan escaped from Mom’s throat.

Zhao Chenyu tilted his head and brought his cheek close to his mother’s. His mother squinted, seemingly utterly defeated by his shameless behavior. I saw her resignedly pout her lips, preparing to plant a perfunctory, reassuring kiss on Zhao Chenyu’s cheek.

But just as his mother’s soft lips were about to touch Zhao Chenyu’s face—

Zhao Chenyu suddenly turned his head!

Its mouth, like a swooping falcon, instantly caught sight of two unsuspecting, red lips in front of it.

“Hmm—” Mom’s already slightly narrowed, beautiful eyes widened in horror in an instant!

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh—” The mother struggled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

But Zhao Chenyu’s lips weren’t for a kiss; they were filled with predatory biting. The instant he captured his mother’s lips, Zhao Chenyu opened his mouth wide and greedily enveloped them, even gently biting his mother’s lower lip with his teeth.

“Ugh! Zhao Chen—um!” The moment her mother managed to pull her mouth away, Zhao Chenyu caught it again.

This time, no matter how much his mother pounded on Zhao Chenyu’s chest or kicked his thighs, Zhao Chenyu never let go of his mother’s mouth. Even when his mother twisted her hand around Zhao Chenyu’s injured waist, all she got in return was Zhao Chenyu’s tongue forcefully prying open his mother’s tightly closed teeth.

“Ugh! Hmm~ Ugh~ Ugh! Huff huff! Hmm…” Various strange sounds were forcibly emitted from the mother’s mouth and nose.

She squeezed out, her body contorted on the sofa, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t break free from Zhao Chenyu’s arms, which were like iron rings. Instead, her own ample breasts were caught between Zhao Chenyu’s left arm and his left arm, one being pressed against the other, the two soft mounds of her breasts diagonally clamped around his arm, making it look as if she were being forced into a masturbation act.

Zhao Chenyu held his mother tightly, and his mother seemed to have finally exhausted her strength and stopped struggling. The only thing still moving between them was their tongues, which were constantly entangled, fighting, and plundering each other’s lips.

The scene fell into an eerie balance, which lasted for five or six minutes.

“Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!” The mother started hitting Zhao Chenyu hard again, this time accompanied by rapid, almost suffocating breathing from her chest.

Zhao Chenyu probably knew his mother was having difficulty breathing, and he reluctantly released her lips. I saw that her lips were covered in glistening saliva, and there was even a sticky, ambiguous trail between their lips.

Silver threads.

“Hmm!” Mom snorted loudly, and with all her might, pushed Zhao Chenyu hard.

Zhao Chenyu finally released her mother. But she didn’t get up immediately, perhaps because her body was already too weak to move. She slumped on the sofa, panting heavily, her high chest heaving wildly. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now filled with shock, humiliation, and confusion, as well as a trace of panic and flush that she herself couldn’t explain.

Mom suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, but her reddened ear tips and slightly trembling neck still honestly told the story of the violent yet sweet plunder that had just taken her.

“Sister Wanyi, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself…” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was hoarse and filled with guilt, his lips still glistening with moisture from the kiss he had just shared with his mother. But his eyes gleamed with a triumphant satisfaction, a stark contrast to his apology.

“Slap!” His mother’s hand slapped Zhao Chenyu hard.

A crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. Perhaps the intense kiss earlier had left her weak; the sound was loud, but not particularly heavy.

“Sister Wanyi, I’m sorry…” Zhao Chenyu hugged his mother again, his strong arms encircling her slender waist, holding her tightly in his embrace. His mother had her back to him, her hair loose, her shoulders trembling slightly, but she didn’t struggle and gave up resisting.

Zhao Chenyu didn’t push his luck any further and just held her quietly.

“Go away!” Mom’s voice seemed to drift from a great distance, hoarse with exhaustion.

“Sister Wanyi, I know what you’re thinking. When you were at our house, you were always sighing alone…” Zhao Chenyu

Her lips traced the curve of her mother’s spine. “Go away!” her mother’s voice suddenly rose.

“I still say it like before, I like you, I want to make you happy, I want you to—” Zhao Chenyu’s voice was like…

Like the gentle flow of water, it constantly washed away the mother’s defenses. “You have to leave!” the mother almost screamed, her voice trembling with tears, her eyes red-rimmed.

“I’ll come again!” Zhao Chenyu said, then let go of his mother. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door without looking back.

“Bang!” The door rang, and Mom sat up abruptly. She frantically grabbed at the tissues on the coffee table, wiping her mouth with almost self-harming force. But the last few tissues were used up in a few swipes, and Mom immediately wiped her mouth hard with the back of her hand, hot tears streaming uncontrollably down her still rosy cheeks as she did so.

Perhaps knowing that some things can never be erased, Mom suddenly squeezed her cheeks inward with both hands. But the blush on her face was like a tube of tomato sauce; when she didn’t squeeze, it just stayed on her cheeks; but when she squeezed, the gorgeous red instantly spread, brightening her entire mature and charming face.

Mom wiped away her tears, her hands fell limply to her sides, she closed her eyes tightly, let out a deep sigh, and finally rose from the sofa.

She got up and staggered towards the bathroom. “Splash, splash~” came the sound of water.

Wait! The sound of water? Why does that sound so familiar? But I can’t remember it right now.

The amazing thing is that the video seemed to know what I was thinking, and the next scene it switched to immediately gave me the answer.

The scene suddenly switched to Zhao Chenyu’s first-person perspective. He was in the elevator, and with a soft “ding,” the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors slowly opened. The person standing outside the door made my eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

The person outside the elevator is me!

What’s worse, in the dead of winter, I was only wearing thermal underwear when I came into the building from outside; I should have been wearing more layers underneath.

I was holding the down jacket in my arms. It was still shedding feathers…

So that’s it! So it was that day!

My hands trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat trickled down my forehead, and I glanced back at the file’s creation date. Yes, it was the day I apologized to my mother! No wonder her face was so red that day, no wonder she kept washing her face—it was because… But that day, Xia Rong stopped me…

We were delayed halfway there. But it was this delay—

If I had arrived any earlier, if Xia Rong and Lin Shuyue hadn’t stopped me, what happened in the video just now…

If everything had been… then it wouldn’t have happened, right? But in reality, there are no “what ifs”.

The video ended, and the next video was a week later. I remember that by then, Zhao Chenyu had already started to “train” Jingyan in the evening.

Could it be that he went to his mother’s staff dormitory at noon and then spent the evening with Jingyan…?

That beast is also a damn time management master.

My fingers trembled as I opened the next video; the scene was still in my mother’s faculty dormitory.

At the beginning of the video, Zhao Chenyu and my younger sister Xuanman walked in together. As soon as Xuanman entered, she pouted and complained in a spoiled tone, “Mom~ why have you been busy with other teachers at lunchtime these past few days? I wanted to come and see you with Chenyu, it’s been almost a week since I’ve seen you.” She didn’t notice her mother’s suddenly pale face, or the burning gaze Zhao Chenyu was casting at her from behind.

The mother, dressed in a navy blue business suit, sat on the sofa, her snow-white skin accentuated by the suit, making her appear even more mature and dignified. Her long, slender legs, crossed beneath the suit, exuded an intellectual beauty. She nodded gently to her daughter, then turned her gaze to Zhao Chenyu, giving him a somewhat fierce glare.

“Mom, you didn’t cook? I haven’t had your braised pork in so long, I really want some!” Xuanman said sweetly, her hands on her mother’s knees, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Okay, then Mom will make it for you tomorrow.” Mom patted Xuanman’s head, but her eyes were fixed on Xuanman who had already entered the kitchen.

Zhao Chenyu.

The scene froze, clearly edited. When the scene returned, the mother and Xuanman were sitting at the dining table, and Zhao Chenyu came out of the kitchen again, wiping his hands.

“I’m done eating~ Mom, let’s go take a nap.” Xuanman said contentedly.

Mom happily agreed with a “okay,” her tone even carrying a hint of relief.

But just as Mom and Xuanman got up—”Buzz!” Xuanman’s phone rang.

The vibration sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room. She picked up her phone: “Hello? What? Now? Okay, I’ll be right there.”

After she put down her phone, she said, “Mom, my club members are waiting for me, I have to go.”

As she spoke, she grabbed her down jacket, and turning back to Zhao Chenyu, she added, “Chenyu…”

Brother, remember to clean this place up!

Before the last “oh” had even faded into the air, Xuanman had already opened the dormitory door and run out.

“Wait a minute, Mom will come with you…” Before Mom could finish speaking, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Only Mom and Zhao Chenyu remained in the dormitory. The air suddenly became thick and quiet, and you could even clearly hear their uneven breathing.

Mom turned around almost immediately, reaching for her handbag on the sofa, but in that instant, Zhao Chenyu…

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed her mother’s wrist tightly. “Sister Wanyi~”

“Let go!” The mother tried to break free, twisting her fair wrist in his large hand, but to no avail. “Let me go!” Her voice rose a few decibels, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Chenyu suddenly pulled his arm forcefully towards himself.

With a sudden pull, Mom crashed into Zhao Chenyu’s arms again. Her large breasts were instantly squeezed into two round pancakes, but the elastic flesh caused her to bounce back sharply. Just as she was about to break free, Zhao Chenyu’s arms immediately wrapped around her soft waist, locking her tightly in his embrace.

“Zhao Chenyu! Let go!” The mother’s brows were furrowed, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear and anger.

Zhao Chenyu said, “Sister Wanyi, you’ve been avoiding me for so long, you can’t keep hiding forever.”

“Who’s avoiding you!” Mom said angrily. “It’s clearly you who’s been haunting me like a ghost!”

Zhao Chenyu chuckled softly, “You can dodge me, but can you dodge your own body?”

Just as the mother was wondering about Zhao Chenyu’s words, Zhao Chenyu suddenly raised his left hand, opened it, and through the thick business suit, grabbed the mother’s left breast hard and pinched it lightly.

“Ah—” The mother’s stiff, resisting body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and then suddenly went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Taking advantage of his mother’s surprised exclamation as she looked up, Zhao Chenyu lowered his head again and kissed her lips fiercely.

“Ugh~ Hmm~” The mother let out a few muffled groans filled with humiliation, but she couldn’t stop Zhao Chenyu’s tongue from forcefully invading her mouth again.

This time, however, Mom broke free quickly. She pushed Zhao Chenyu away forcefully and demanded sharply, “Zhao Chenyu! Why did you do this! I’m your elder!”

“But you are also a woman.” Zhao Chenyu licked his lips, savoring the lingering fragrance of his mother’s lips.

“What does this have to do with you!” The mother’s voice trembled slightly, but she still tried her best to maintain her authority.

“How could it be unrelated?” Zhao Chenyu looked at her, suddenly laughed, and stared into his mother’s eyes, saying, “Wan…”

Sister Yi, do you know why I know your erogenous zone is your breasts?

The mother’s delicate body suddenly stiffened.

Seeing his mother’s reaction, Zhao Chenyu didn’t laugh; instead, his eyes showed a hint of pity: “I saw that when you masturbate alone in your bedroom at night, you would tremble whenever you touched it.”

“Moreover, I have seen it more than once.”

The mother was completely stunned, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and shame.

Taking advantage of his mother’s momentary distraction, Zhao Chenyu succeeded once again.

“Pop!” He once again pulled my distraught mother into a tight embrace and kissed her with his filthy lips once more.

“Mmm! Pop! Mmm! Pop! Mmm!” The sticky sound of saliva rang out.

The mother realized what was happening and began to struggle instinctively again, but Zhao Chenyu’s left hand was wide open, and his five fingers sank into the mother’s soft breasts. The mother’s large breasts made Zhao Chenyu’s rough hand look somewhat small, and the knuckles that were sank into the breasts almost disappeared.

“Hmm!” A long groan escaped from her nose, and her struggling hand limply rested on Zhao Chenyu’s shoulder.

Zhao Chenyu’s large hands began to knead his mother’s breasts, his palms circling on the soft flesh. His mother’s legs went weak, her face instantly turning red, as if she had applied rouge, and her eyebrows furrowed and twitched.

The mother struggled again, twisting her neck, trying to escape Zhao Chenyu’s kiss. Zhao Chenyu immediately increased the pressure of kneading her breasts. Her body went limp once more.

The unrestrained kissing continued, the camera even capturing their tongues entwining. The mother tried to escape, but Zhao Chenyu’s tongue relentlessly pursued her, their tongues chasing each other, exchanging saliva, making a “tsk” sound.

With a soft “tsk” sound, glistening saliva slid down the corner of Mom’s mouth, dripping onto her neat collar and leaving a wet stain.

This time, if his mother showed even the slightest sign of struggle, Zhao Chenyu would grab her breasts through her clothes. Each time his fingers touched her sensitive flesh, her body would tremble uncontrollably, all her strength drained away in an instant, leaving her helpless as Zhao Chenyu kissed her until she was weak and at his mercy.

I think if it were anyone else, even someone who knew about their mother’s weakness, doing this would only provoke her anger. But Zhao Chenyu—could it be that their mother really…

“Mmm! Uh-huh~ Mmm~ Mmm~”

The mother’s resistance quickly turned into weak moans. Her hands weakly pushed against his chest, but she had no strength and it was more like a caress.

“Pop—” Zhao Chenyu actually let go of her mouth on his own initiative.

The mother’s face was flushed, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she was panting heavily. She even forgot to push Zhao Chenyu away.

What surprised me even more was that this time Zhao Chenyu didn’t say anything, nor did he continue to assault his mother; instead, he simply let go.

He said goodbye to his mother, then left decisively. His mother was left alone in the room.

Mom held her head high, her rosy lips glistening with moisture, her clothes disheveled with damp patches on her collar. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. But this time, Mom didn’t shed a tear.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly walked to the sofa. Instead of sitting on the sofa, she plopped down on the floor in front of it, curling her entire body up like a baby back in the womb.

Her long hair fell loose, obscuring her face. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her lips moved, repeatedly uttering words only she could understand.

A voice only he could hear kept repeating, “I’m sorry… Bowen… I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…” The video ends here.

But the date of the next video is the same as this one.

The next day. …