“Thump!” The video begins with Zhao Chenyu pinning his mother against the wall, his strong arms supporting her head, trapping her in the narrow space between his arms and the wall. The sound of their rapid breathing mingles between them and fills my ears.

“Zhao Chenyu, no—” The mother’s murmurs had no effect; Zhao Chenyu’s mouth still blocked her lips.

“Hmm! Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm!”

Zhao Chenyu’s lips greedily devoured his mother’s red lips. Taking advantage of the moment his mother opened her mouth, his tongue suddenly pried open her teeth and entangled with her tongue.

The mother’s eyes were downcast, her brows slightly furrowed, and her face was filled with sorrow, as if she were enduring unspeakable pain. Her hands rested weakly on Zhao Chenyu’s chest, but she did not push him away forcefully.

“Mmm-hmm!” “Pfft, mmm~ Hmph~”

The mother twisted her head left and right, but Zhao Chenyu’s head always caught up with her. She tried to run away, but Zhao Chenyu held her delicate body in his arms. The more she struggled, the tighter her breasts were pressed against Zhao Chenyu’s chest.

“Zhao Chenyu, please don’t do this…”

The long “torture” ended, and Mom, panting, had a strange blush on her cheeks, yet she still maintained her last shred of reason and dignity. She raised her head, her eyes fixed firmly on…

Zhao Chenyu questioned, “You hypocrite!”

Zhao Chenyu looked down at his mother and met her gaze.

“You keep saying you like me, but what have you done? You forced me to betray my family, made me sad, and made me feel guilty. Is this what you call ‘liking’?” Seeing that Zhao Chenyu didn’t speak, his mother continued to question him, even trying to gain the upper hand immediately.

“Haha…” Zhao Chenyu laughed instead, his laughter low and full of mockery.

The mother glared at her, the red anger in her eyes gradually turning into a deep blue of confusion amidst Zhao Chenyu’s unrestrained laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” Mom asked coldly.

“Sister Wanyi even said I was being hypocritical.” Zhao Chenyu

He said it so casually. His mother just glared at him.

Zhao Chenyu stared at his mother, his head gradually moving closer until his nose was almost touching the tip of her nose, before he slowly said, “Who said it was wet last night?”

“What!” The anger, defiance, and doubt on the mother’s face vanished upon hearing these words, leaving only terror on her face.

“You…you! You…” The mother pointed at Zhao Chenyu, her lips and fingertips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

Zhao Chenyu grabbed the finger his mother was pointing at him.

He said, “That’s right… ‘Universe Under Heaven’ is me.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her mother’s eyebrows, which had been relaxed in fear, furrowed again. Her mouth opened slightly in disbelief, her nostrils flared, and her rapid breathing caused her chest to heave violently.

And my mind, as if struck by lightning, suddenly understood.

So… Zhao Chenyu is the universe. My brain raced, and combining what Zhao Chenyu had just said with the gradually becoming more open conversations I’d seen between the two of them, as well as my mother’s act of deleting the chat history, I could deduce that—

Unwittingly, the mother confided her innermost thoughts to “Zhao Chenyu.” During their conversation, the two crossed the boundaries of reality and began or discussed for a long time topics related to lust and taboos.

Even more so, Zhao Chenyu’s actions in real life—deliberately letting his mother see him having sex with Xuanman and deliberately having Xuanman call him “Wanyi”—could not have been accidental. And after seeing all this, his mother, besides discussing it with Mu Yuping, also talked to someone she knew online.

Zhao Chenyu poured out his heart.

I remembered the chat history between my mother and Mu Yuping. Haha, Mu Yuping was also an “accomplice”.

“Huff…huff…no wonder…huff…no wonder we chatted so much…” Mom gasped for breath, surprised, and finally slumped her head in despair.

“Sister Wanyi~” Zhao Chenyu also lowered his head to catch his mother’s lips.

But the mother immediately looked up and retorted, “How can you do this to Xuanman?” When she mentioned her daughter’s name, a hint of pain and guilt flashed in the mother’s angry eyes.

The mother took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, and continued, “You and Xuanman are doing well, and I support you being together. But if you continue like this, I will have to tell Xuanman to leave you.” There was a hint of threat in her voice, but it also revealed helplessness and despair, as if this was her last line of defense.

A strange smile appeared on Zhao Chenyu’s face.

He smiled, slowly lowered his head, his lips almost touching his mother’s earlobe, and softly asked, “Sister Wanyi, then tell me…”

“How does it feel to masturbate with Xuanman?” Upon hearing this, the mother’s pupils suddenly contracted, and her face turned ashen.

Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out. Zhao Chenyu seized the opportunity to move closer, his lips gently brushing against his mother’s sensitive earlobe as he continued to whisper, “What do you think of Xuanman, she…”

Would I let my mother continue to suffer like this?

The mother’s already shocked pupils widened even more the instant she finished speaking.

Taking advantage of his mother’s distraction, Zhao Chenyu then…

He kissed her fiercely. “Smack!”

This time, Zhao Chenyu’s kiss was even more domineering and forceful, his tongue penetrating deep into his mother’s mouth without any resistance, exploring wantonly as if conquering territory. Although his mother didn’t respond actively, she no longer resisted, allowing his lips and tongue to invade.

It was as if all resistance had been exhausted.

This time, her face was filled with pain, and two hot, clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Zhao Chenyu hugged his mother’s waist, his hands gently caressing her waist, feeling her warmth and softness. His mother’s hands, which had initially been pushing him away, unexpectedly…

She leaned on Zhao Chenyu’s shoulder. No longer pushing him away, but accepting him.

“Mmm~ Mmm~ Uh-huh~ Mmm~” The sticky kisses were like a symphony gradually reaching its climax. The mother’s hands climbed upwards with the increasingly intimate rhythm, gradually, her fingertips gently touching his neck, feeling the throbbing of his pulse, until she embraced Zhao Chenyu’s neck, her fingertips gently running through his hair, lightly grasping it, like the kisses between lovers.

A secret movement. “Pop—”

The scene ends the moment Zhao Chenyu and his mother’s lips part.

It’s over.

To find out what happened next, I clicked on the following videos one by one.

On Monday afternoon, Mom, wearing a light purple silk blouse, was pressed against the bookshelf and passionately kissed. Zhao Chenyu’s hands, still through her clothes, wantonly kneaded Mom’s full breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching and gently twisting her erect nipples. The blouse buttons were taut, vaguely revealing her blue lace bra and rosy areolas underneath.

“Mmm~ No~ Zhao Chenyu, don’t touch there~ Ah… Okay… That’s enough.” Mom’s cheeks were flushed, and she was panting softly.

In the Tuesday sunlight, her sky-blue knitted dress was pushed up to her waist. Zhao Chenyu lifted his mother onto the dining table, stood between her legs, and kissed her deeply. His hips were even pressed tightly against his mother’s most private parts, rubbing against her through several layers of clothing. His mother couldn’t lean back, so she could only hold Zhao Chenyu’s neck in this aggrieved position, enduring his lips and tongue’s invasion and defilement through her clothes.

“No~ Zhao Chenyu, don’t move! You can only kiss…only…”

“Yes…” the mother protested weakly.

On Wednesday noon, a button on the blouse of her navy blue business suit popped open. Her mother lay back on the sofa, Zhao Chenyu pressed against her chest, his lips pecking at her beautiful, rosy face and her fair, arched neck. Even as his mother tried to stop him, Zhao Chenyu unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white shirt, his mouth landing on the smooth, parted curve of her cleavage, leaving trails of his greedy saliva.

“No! We can’t continue!” His mother grabbed Zhao Chenyu’s hand and forcefully stopped him.

Zhao Chenyu obediently stopped, moved his head up and hovered in front of his mother, saying, “Then Sister Wanyi, give me a kiss.”

Mom pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then offered her lips to him.

On a snowy Thursday, Mom was stirring egg drop soup in the kitchen stove, wearing a beige sweater and a simple apron. Zhao Chenyu walked in, went behind his mother, and hugged her waist. His mother merely frowned slightly.

Zhao Chenyu rested his face on his mother’s shoulder, tilted his head, and kissed her cheek. His mother instinctively flinched back, turning her face toward Zhao Chenyu.

“Pop—” Zhao Chenyu’s lips moved forward again, kissing his mother’s lips. Zhao Chenyu’s hands circled around from behind, kneading her breasts through her clothes.

The mother still held the spoon in her hand, but her eyes were already closed, and her delicate body leaned back, enjoying Zhao Chenyu’s kiss.

My mind was in turmoil. This scene was exactly the same as when my parents were being affectionate in the kitchen at home.

Mom… do you know what you’re doing?

Or rather, in this situation, any woman would be blinded by something.

“Pop—alright now~ hurry up and serve the rice, Xuanman is coming soon.” My mother’s expression was so natural that it scared me.

At noon on Friday, a blue sweater was piled under her mother’s large breasts, and the location had changed to her bedroom in the faculty dormitory… Zhao Chenyu’s large hands caressed his mother’s slender yet fleshy waist without any obstruction, his palms greedily pinching and kneading, as if he were measuring this perfect “land” with his own hands.

“Mmm~ Mmm~ Mwah~” The two shared a passionate kiss. The mother’s arms were wrapped around Zhao Chenyu’s neck, but this time, it wasn’t the previous shallow wrapping around the back of his neck with her hands stacked together. Instead, her arms were overlapping each other, tightly embracing him.

The mother’s breasts were squeezed into two bouncy mounds by Zhao Chenyu’s chest, and the friction generated by their kissing motions accentuated the rapid beating of their hearts.

“Pop—” Their lips parted, and a glistening thread connected the tips of their tongues, which were still sticking out.

My mother’s clear eyes were now filled with pink mist. I had seen this kind of mist in Aunt Ouyang’s eyes, and in Jingyan’s and Xuanman’s eyes as well.

And all of them were with the man in front of his mother—or, to be precise, the boy in his mother’s eyes.

“I’m going to take a nap now,” Mom said softly, her face flushed.

“Then can I…” Zhao Chenyu looked at the bed.

“No, you can’t get into my bed.” Mom refused firmly, but her shy and charming demeanor made it sound more like a reproach.

“Okay!” Zhao Chenyu said disappointedly.

The mother sat back down on the bed, while Zhao Chenyu squatted down beside the bed.

Mom said, “Why don’t you go and get some sleep too?”

Zhao Chenyu, resting his chin on his hand, said, “Just look at Da Mei like this.”

“A girl’s sleep is a precious time for rest.” But Mom coaxed, “Okay, go to sleep.”

Zhao Chenyu didn’t say anything, just stared at his mother for a few seconds.

Mom seemed to understand the meaning in Zhao Chenyu’s eyes, and she leaned her head on the pillow, moving closer to the edge of the bed.

Zhao Chenyu immediately knelt on the floor beside the bed, leaned down, and kissed his mother again.

“Mwah—” After a few seconds of kissing, Zhao Chenyu got up and left.

The mother watched Zhao Chenyu leave with a doting look in her eyes.

After Zhao Chenyu disappeared through the door, Mom turned over, her plump thighs tightly gripping the thick blanket.

He rubbed it hard…

In just one week, every corner of the faculty dormitory bore the marks of their passionate embrace. The mother, who initially resisted fiercely with tears in her eyes, now docilely allowed Zhao Chenyu to press her down on the sofa, kissing her passionately.

“Pop!”

The video remains frozen in this moment. As another deep kiss ends and their lips part, a thin silver thread stretches through the air before breaking and landing on the mother’s swollen lips.

Zhao Chenyu kissed his mother’s cheeks and chin, finally reaching her neck, leaving a trail of wet marks. His tongue lingered on her collarbone, eliciting a soft tremor and a suppressed moan from her.

“Mmm~” Mom groaned, her large breasts still firm beneath her round-neck sweater. Zhao Chenyu buried his head in his mother’s ample bosom, his cheek pressed against her cleavage, like a child.

His mother’s hand gently stroked his head.

One, two, three…

The mother’s movements were gentle and tender, her fingers stroking his hair as if he were her own child, yet with an intimacy that transcended the mother-son relationship. Her eyes were lowered, her gaze…

A peculiar tenderness emanated from her, and a satisfied smile graced her moist lips.

“Sister Wanyi,” Zhao Chenyu’s voice came from his mother’s chest, “do you like this?”

As Zhao Chenyu spoke, his two large hands wandered around his mother’s sides, touching the edges of her full breasts as if trying to lift them up, but it was too little, too late.

“How could you… say that?” The mother’s hand, which was stroking Zhao Chenyu’s hair, suddenly froze. Although she was puzzled, she did not stop Zhao Chenyu’s actions, which was a tacit acceptance in itself, indicating that she had begun to accept this relationship deep down.

Zhao Chenyu’s nose was buried deep in the warm valley formed by her breasts, his breath filled with the delicate fragrance emanating from the mature beauty’s skin. He slowly said, “Because Wanyi’s touch now is exactly like a mother cat nursing.”

“Hmph~” Mom chuckled twice and said, “Nonsense again…”

“Wanyi is so gentle and understanding. Every time she hugs you, your body is burning hot. Just like you told me before, emotions and the body are connected. The estrogen secreted in your body makes you feel happy and satisfied. Your expression right now shows that you are really enjoying it.” Zhao Chenyu suddenly brought this up during this ambiguous moment.

“Haha~” But Mom didn’t find it strange; she laughed again.

For a moment, but after laughing, there was a sense of loss, shame, and even a feeling of despair…

“Sister Wanyi, your nipples are already so hard.”

“Okay.” Zhao Chenyu’s eyes were fixed on the round…

The highest point of the peak. “Don’t talk nonsense!”

Mom’s cheeks flushed instantly, the redness spreading from her cheekbones to her ears, and even extending to her neck and chest, like a blooming red plum blossom. She subconsciously glanced down at her chest and, sure enough, saw two obvious bulges pressing against her bra, forming two small tents.

The mother’s hand stroked the back of Zhao Chenyu’s head again, once… once… without a trace of annoyance or disgust, as if it were her duty, as if she truly liked it.

“Mmm!” Zhao Chenyu buried his face in his mother’s cleavage and rubbed it from side to side, feeling the soft pressure of the two mounds. The full breasts enveloped his cheeks, almost drowning him in this soft ocean.

“Haha~” Mom chuckled softly, her voice clear and crisp, yet carrying a hint of mature allure. The vibration of her chest caused her breasts to tremble slightly, giving Zhao Chenyu even more stimulation. Her fingers gently patted the back of his head, as if dealing with a naughty child, even with a hint of encouragement.

Zhao Chenyu looked up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and tentatively asked his mother, “Sister Wanyi, can I put it in?”

Mother gently shook her head, a hint of regret in her eyes, yet she maintained her last shred of rationality: “No, this is already too much…”

A nameless rage suddenly surged within me. Inappropriate?

Didn’t you think that kissing and hugging you just did wasn’t excessive?

Zhao Chenyu seemed to have anticipated his mother’s refusal. A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he said, “Okay.” He didn’t probe further, as if respecting her decision, but then he did something unexpected the next second. His kneeling legs suddenly straightened backward, and he lay on top of his mother, his chest pressed against her breasts, clearly showing the two soft mounds being squeezed and deformed.

“Ouch!” Mom exclaimed softly, half-jokingly complaining, “You…you’re going to crush me~” But suddenly there was a hint of flirtation in her words, with the last syllable rising in pitch, carrying a touch of teasing.

His mother gently stroked his back with her fingers, without pushing him away at all.

Is this still my mother? This woman is intimately involved with a strange man…

The woman, her eyes filled with tenderness and desire, had her chest pressed against a young man’s, her cheeks flushed, yet she showed no shame or resistance, instead revealing a sense of satisfaction and enjoyment.

Is this still my dignified, elegant, gentle, and virtuous mother? Just then, her phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly rang, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere. When she picked it up and saw the name displayed on the screen, her face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly pushed Zhao Chenyu off her.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Chenyu stood up and asked. His mother quickly put her index finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.

“Hello… Bowen…” Mom answered the phone tremblingly, her voice carrying a forced calm. Her eyes flickered, avoiding Zhao Chenyu’s gaze, as if doing so would lessen some of the guilt of betrayal.

“N-nothing…it’s just…it’s just that I’m on vacation.”

“…” Mom stammered, holding the phone in one hand and pressing down on Zhao Chenyu’s hand with the other, stopping him.

Any possible move he might make. “Hmm!”

“Hmm~” Mom replied to Dad on the other end of the phone, frowning. “Okay~ I’ll go with you this weekend. Oh, and remember to take your medicine on time.” Although Mom was smiling, the corners of her mouth turned down.

Zhao Chenyu moved closer again, but his mother, as if avoiding a plague, immediately shifted her body in the same direction, moving away from Zhao Chenyu.

The mother put down her phone, raised her hands, and buried her face, etched with pain and struggle, deep in her palms. Her shoulders began to tremble slightly, and glistening tears slid down her flushed cheeks.

The mother knew she had betrayed the father; she was fully aware of her actions. She wasn’t misled or deceived; she chose betrayal while in a state of clear-headedness.

Is Mom truly lucid? Does she know what she’s doing? Does she understand the damage this behavior will cause to our family?

How much damage is it? Looking at her pained expression, I can’t be sure what she’s really thinking.

Zhao Chenyu knelt on the sofa and hugged his mother from behind. To my shock, his mother didn’t refuse or push him away; instead, she let his arms encircle her, as if she could find some kind of comfort in that embrace…

“Sister Wanyi…” Zhao Chenyu gently patted his mother’s back.

The mother cried a few times, then raised her head, her eyelashes wet with tears, and faced Zhao Chenyu with teary eyes. Zhao Chenyu looked at his mother with heartache.

The two embraced again.

A wave of turmoil washed over me, my emotions unsettled. For my mother, Zhao Chenyu was an abyss, yet this scene also seemed to offer her salvation. This contradictory feeling was palpable.

A profound sense of powerlessness and sorrow. Women…

I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. So complex, so contradictory, so incomprehensible. This mother, who had once appeared strong and independent in my eyes, was now so vulnerable and dependent, seeking comfort in the arms of a young man as potent as poison. This contrast made me feel alienated and confused, as if I had never truly understood my own mother.

The video froze on this forbidden yet ambiguous scene, then gradually went black.

But the video immediately following it is even longer…

Double-clicking the video brings up a scene that is neither at Xuanman’s house nor in the faculty dormitory, and it doesn’t even seem to be in T City, nor in this bleak winter.

Cobalt blue waves gently lapped against the white sand, palm leaves swayed in the breeze, and the dazzling golden sand stretched into the distance, merging with the azure sea to create a beautiful picture. In the center of the shot, two mature women in swimsuits strolled side by side along the coastline, their footprints leaving a trail of shallow marks on the damp sand, quickly erased by the waves.

Who else could those familiar figures be but Aunt Ouyang and her mother?

I also recognized from the blonde or dark-skinned people passing by on both sides of the screen that this was not in China, but during the few days my mother went to Hawaii!

Aunt Ouyang wore a red bikini, the sheer red sash tied around her waist fluttering in the sea breeze, subtly outlining the graceful curves of her waist and hips. Sunlight danced on her snow-white skin, the red fabric at her chest stretched taut by her full breasts, and combined with her fair and alluring body, she looked like a blazing flame walking on the beach.

The mother wore a conservative royal blue one-piece swimsuit. Although the design was conservative, covering most of her skin and even including sleeves, the tight fabric cruelly accentuated her stunning figure. Through the gaps in her arms, her breasts, undeniably voluptuous, swayed with each step; her full hips created a breathtaking curve behind her, the edges of her swim trunks digging deep into her buttocks, tugging at her hips with every step.

The swaying of her hips drew admiring glances from many passing tourists.

Could it be because foreigners prefer a Kardashian-like figure? This question flashed through my mind, because what I should be focusing on right now is my mother and Aunt Ouyang, the person filming behind them.

“Sister Wanyi, did you tell this little guy to come to Hawaii?” Aunt Ouyang asked my mother, glancing at the people behind her. Her question overturned my earlier assumption—it wasn’t Aunt Ouyang who sent Zhao Chenyu to Hawaii.

“I only mentioned it briefly at school, I didn’t expect him to come by himself.” The mother shook her head helplessly.

“What a little tagalong,” Aunt Ouyang said reproachfully, clearly not annoyed by Zhao Chenyu’s sudden appearance. The waves rolled over Aunt Ouyang and my mother’s calves, and I then noticed a red leather collar wrapped around Aunt Ouyang’s ankle.

“Sister Wanyi mentioned before that there is a kind of…”

The method of calling ‘Ho?oponopono’ is related to psychology, and I’ll take a look while I’m traveling.” Zhao Chenyu’s voice rang out, completely extinguishing any sliver of hope I had.

“Really?” Aunt Ouyang looked at her mother curiously.

“Yes, it’s a good opportunity to work on a research topic for my thesis. Otherwise, why do you think I’d be here?” Mom said frankly.

“Ugh~ This is so boring. I thought you were really here for a vacation. Wanyi, you’re taking things too seriously. It would be so much better to just relax like this~” Aunt Ouyang’s initial comment was…

Nai, as she poured out her heart, turned to feeling sorry for her mother.

“I’m not as open-minded as you,” Mom said with a smile.

“Alright, this kid’s arrived just in time.” Aunt Ouyang then turned her gaze to Zhao Chenyu behind her.

“You little rascal, wearing glasses to pretend to be civilized? We’ve assigned you all the dirty and hard work, and you’re not allowed to complain even once!” Aunt Ouyang pointed her finger at Zhao Chenyu and poked him viciously.

“Don’t worry!” Zhao Chenyu said with a smile. His mother smiled too.

A sea breeze swept by, blowing Aunt Ouyang’s wavy, purple-hued hair and her mother’s jet-black hair up and down, like two flags fluttering freely under the azure sky. In the distance, the waves crashed against the shore, making a rhythmic sound, like the heartbeat of nature, perfectly blending with this beautiful scene.

The video abruptly switched, plunging the scene into the darkness of night. Only the faint lights of the distant resort and the dim moonlight could barely make out the entangled figures on the beach.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Aunt Ouyang, dressed in a provocative red bikini, knelt on the dark sand, her mouth tasting Zhao Chenyu’s thick, erect penis. Saliva stretched into a lascivious strand between the glans and her lips. The sound of the waves masked the subtle sounds of the water, making her panting exceptionally clear.

“You slut, didn’t you just get fucked with Xuanman a few days ago? So thirsty?” Zhao Chenyu’s fingers inserted into Ouyang’s…

The aunt’s big, wavy hair was gently pressed down in rhythm with her breathing.

“Pop—” Aunt Ouyang spat out the wet, throbbing penis, but her hands continued to skillfully stroke it. As she tilted her head back, the moonlight illuminated her flushed cheeks, her eyes filled with desire and submission. “Of course,” she said. “The environment here is so nice, and nobody knows us. We can do whatever we want. I was originally planning to invite you along, but Wanyi is here…”

“She’s not here now, but you’re still sucking your dick, aren’t you?” Zhao Chenyu chuckled and slapped her cheek with the head of his penis, leaving a sticky residue on her skin.

“Ugh~ How about just the two of us next time?” Aunt Ouyang suddenly became excited, her eyes shining in the night.

Liang, “Go to Europe or Iceland…make love under the aurora…”

“Not taking Jingyan and the others?”

“No, just the two of us. We’ll travel and…do it like crazy!” A glint of light appeared in Aunt Ouyang’s eyes.

Gradually, it turned into a pool of spring water, completely merging into her eyes, which were filled with love and desire.

“Crazy? How crazy can it be?” Zhao Chenyu asked with a smile. “Pop—” Aunt Ouyang suddenly lowered her head, pouted, and kissed the head of the penis heavily again. Her hands were still gripping the penis, but her head was turned back to face the dark sea.

“Ouyang Lan—! She’s Zhao Chenyu’s—bitch!”

“—!” Aunt Ouyang shouted at the sea. This sudden declaration not only startled me, but also made Zhao Chenyu shudder. He obviously did not expect Aunt Ouyang to be so unrestrained.

The sound of the waves swallowed part of the ending note, but it also lifted up Aunt Ouyang’s laughter.

“Haha! Haha!” Aunt Ouyang burst into laughter, her laughter filled with liberation and pleasure.

“Sister Lan, you…you’re really crazy!”

“What’s wrong? There’s no one here. Even if there were,…”

“You don’t understand what we’re saying. Even if you did, so what?” Aunt Ouyang laughed smugly, her tone full of provocation and indifference. Her face radiated a peculiar confidence and satisfaction, as if at this moment, she had finally found her true self and no longer needed to pretend or hide.

“Well, maybe it’s because I… have almost never been abroad,” Zhao Chenyu said with an embarrassed smile.

“So it’s settled then? When we go back this time, you’ll come with me to Europe for a trip, and then we’ll go back to China before the New Year.” Aunt Ouyang made her and Zhao Chenyu’s next plan so easily, as if she were planning a formal trip rather than an immoral rendezvous.

But what she didn’t know was that her plan ultimately failed to come to fruition.

“Okay!” Zhao Chenyu agreed immediately.

“Hmm~” Aunt Ouyang was unusually shy, and made a sound

A soft moan escaped her lips, like that of a young girl experiencing her first stirrings of love. She lowered her head and took the penis into her mouth again, her tongue sweeping repeatedly…

Crossing the coronal sulcus, there was even a sense of reverence.

“Sister Lan, do you… have some other ideas?” Zhao Chenyu suddenly asked.

“Pop! What? Afraid I’ll sell you off when I get abroad?” Aunt Ouyang looked up and said with a mischievous smile.

“No…” Zhao Chenyu replied quietly.

Aunt Ouyang didn’t say anything more. Her tongue pressed against the glans penis, as if kissing it, while her right hand, which should have been stroking the penis, suddenly lowered and gently placed on her flat stomach, stroking it softly in circles…

The screen went black, then switched back.

This time it was in a hotel. Bright light instantly filled the screen, and looking at the interior decoration, the tropical-style rattan furniture, and the neatly ironed blue and gold-trimmed sheets on the bed, it was the same hotel where my mother’s nude photos were taken when I first saw the pictures.

“Oh dear!” Aunt Ouyang stood barefoot on the marble floor, angrily stuffing a silk dress into her open suitcase.

“Alright! They’ve come all this way to see you, so just go.” Mom comforted Aunt Ouyang as she folded up her scattered clothes.

“Tell me about this old Qin. He’s already in Hawaii, but he insists I go to see him. This place is so small, can’t he just come over?” Aunt Ouyang suddenly crumpled up her lace bra and threw it into her suitcase.

“Didn’t he say he has a few business friends? How can you, as his wife, not go?” Mom explained.

“We’re best friends, aren’t we? You always take his side in these situations. Why don’t you go and do it yourself!” Aunt Ouyang pouted, feigning anger, her tone a mix of coquetry and teasing.

“Then you clean it yourself, I’m not doing it for you.” Mom pretended to be angry, but a smile secretly crept onto her lips.

“Hey, no! Dear sister~” Aunt Ouyang quickly grabbed her mother’s arm and shook it, saying, “Let’s go together~ Let’s call Zhao Chenyu.”

Mother’s large breasts swayed from side to side, their waves bouncing wildly in the blue…

Her dress revealed obvious curves. “No, I still need to go there.”

“How about ‘Ho?oponopono’? Why don’t you let Zhao Chenyu come with you?” Mom said.

“Why would he go if you’re not going? It’s better to keep him with you, so those black and white guys don’t keep coming over to chat you up. Yesterday, we went out for a little while and seven or eight people came over to flirt with you. It’s safer to keep Zhao Chenyu here,” Aunt Ouyang said quietly.

Mom pursed her lips, seemingly agreeing with Aunt Ouyang’s point, and expressed her consent.

I didn’t detect any strange emotions from my mother’s expression.

“That Qin Bin is so annoying!” Aunt Ouyang complained again.

At the same time, he shouted in the direction of the camera.

A voice: “Zhao Chenyu! Protect your sister Wanyi, do you hear me?”

“I heard you! Your suitcase is all ready too.” Zhao Chenyu’s tone was respectful and obedient.

“I’ll call a car. After you finish that ‘Hehehe’ thing, come find me right away, Sister Wanyi.” —Ouyang A

The aunt said to Mom while looking at her phone. “Okay,” Mom replied.

The scene slowly brightens, revealing a traditional Hawaiian courtyard facing the azure sea. Lush palm leaves rustle in the breeze, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore blends with birdsong to create a natural symphony.

Mother and Zhao Chenyu sat cross-legged on an exquisitely woven mat, surrounded by more than ten participants. A barefoot, middle-aged Hawaiian woman was leading the chanting; her bronze anklets, adorned with seashell chains, swayed gently to the rhythm.

I’m sorry~

“Ple

Please forgive me~

Oh th

“I love you~”

“Ho ho ho Opono pono~”

Zhao Chenyu’s mother sat diagonally opposite him, her blue dress exuding elegance and solemnity, like the embodiment of the sea. Her brows and eyes were relaxed, her lips pursed into a thin line, serious and serene. Soft light streamed through the open roof, casting a sacred aura over her, making her appear so pure and beautiful, as if she had returned to her youthful days.

As the chanting ended, a profound tranquility enveloped everyone, each person lost in their own thoughts, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

The final activity was learning to weave cattail bracelets, which symbolize peace and liberation.

The woman demonstrated, her nimble fingers twisting and knotting several cattails. “Let your intention, with each twist, be infused into it. Perhaps it is release, perhaps it is gratitude, perhaps it is seeking forgiveness.”

The mother followed suit, her eyes calm and deep, as if engaged in an inner dialogue. But Zhao Chenyu… he clearly didn’t understand, and could only watch his mother’s movements, clumsily imitating her.

Just then, Mom turned her head, seemingly wanting to check on Zhao Chenyu’s situation. Their eyes met, and Mom smiled slightly, a smile of tolerance mixed with a touch of maternal tenderness that soothed the heart and warmed the body.

The woman added, “If you find it difficult, you can help each other.”

The mother then beckoned to Zhao Chenyu, signaling him to come over. Zhao Chenyu immediately walked to his mother, sat cross-legged, and handed her the few cattails he had already rummaged through. His mother took them, and as their fingers touched, they both visibly trembled, as if struck by lightning.

The mother lowered her head, focused on knitting, her eyelashes trembling slightly. The world around her seemed to quiet down, the sounds of the waves and the sea breeze, and the whispers of others, all becoming indistinct background noise.

“Okay,” she quickly finished weaving a simple loop and naturally pulled his wrist over. “Reach out.”

The scene of Mom tying a straw ring around Zhao Chenyu’s neck reminded me of when I was very young, when Mom would do the same for me, carrying my schoolbag and buttoning my clothes.

But now… the same action, the same focus, is given to another man, a young man almost my age.

“Alright, it’s your turn to help me.” Mom naturally extended her wrist; her fair skin was almost transparent in the sunlight, revealing the fine blue veins underneath.

For some reason, after participating in the chanting, my mother seemed to have become more insightful.

Zhao Chenyu carefully knitted a bracelet for his mother. When he…

When the bracelet was finally put on her wrist, her rough index finger slid from her mother’s wrist across the back of her hand, lingering on the tip of her mother’s index finger.

A tense, silent warmth flowed through this brief silence.

The woman’s renewed chanting broke the delicate silence. The experience officially ended.

The mother and Zhao Chenyu left side by side. The sun outside was scorching hot, and the dazzling light made people squint. It looked like noon. Zhao Chenyu handed his mother a straw hat. Huge waves roared and crashed against the rocks in the distance, with an amazing momentum that strangely made people feel at peace.

“Ho?oponopono” means ‘to make right’

“Indeed,” Mom said softly, gazing at the sea, almost as if talking to herself, “Sometimes, making peace with yourself is harder than making peace with others.”

Zhao Chenyu didn’t say anything, but reached out and grasped his mother’s wrist, the one with the cattail bracelet.

Mom froze for a moment.

Then, she gently pulled her hand out of his.

What did Mom reconcile with? Nobody knows…

Zhao Chenyu followed behind his mother and asked, “Sister Wanyi, are we going to see Aunt Ouyang this afternoon?”

But Mom shook her head and said, “I’m not going.” “Why is that?”

“Even if there are outsiders,” Mom said calmly.

He said, “They won’t affect Lanlan and Qin Bin’s time together. But if I go, things will be different. Your sister Lan will definitely pester me again. So, I’d better not go and be a third wheel.”

Zhao Chenyu said “Oh,” and then tentatively asked, “So… it’s just the two of us left?”

A slight blush suddenly appeared on Mom’s face, and she said…

He said, “Anyway, I have two more days before I go back.”

I thought Zhao Chenyu would do something to his mother at this point, as forceful and direct as before, but he didn’t, or perhaps it wasn’t recorded in the video. I don’t know why Zhao Chenyu is different from before; he suddenly seems less eager.

They didn’t even share the kiss they had before.

As I watched my mother’s retreating figure, I suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity. She wasn’t the dignified and virtuous wife I knew at home, nor the considerate and gentle mother I knew, but rather someone searching for something…

Just an ordinary person. “Boom—”

The roar of the waves suddenly swallowed up all other sounds, leaving only the silent undercurrent between the two, lingering endlessly in the scorching air.

The scene flashes again, this time to the beach, where the blazing, white sunlight has now transformed into a thick, golden syrup.

It was painted across the sea and sky. The sun was already setting.

It’s still Zhao Chenyu’s first-person perspective through his glasses, and it’s still the same day, because the cattail bracelet on his wrist gently rubs against his skin with each step, reminding him of the brief but profound connection in the previous video.

Mother and Zhao Chenyu walked side by side on the golden sand, leaving two parallel rows of footprints that were quickly and gently erased by the waves. Mother was still wearing her light blue dress, which looked especially graceful in the sunset, and her wide-brimmed straw hat swayed gently with her steps. In the distance, on the sea, several energetic figures were chasing the waves and surfing with abandon.

Just then, a tall, white man with brilliant blond hair smiled and walked towards my mother, his blue eyes fixed on her full breasts. He said, “Could I invite you for…”

cockt

il?”

Mom subconsciously raised her hand, a polite but distant smile on her face, just about to say “Sorry”.

Zhao Chenyu suddenly grabbed his mother’s arm from behind.

He pulled his mother into his arms.

“She’s with me.” The broken English carried an undeniable possessiveness.

The blond man glared at him unhappily, muttered “fuck,” but eventually walked away sullenly.

“You…” The mother hurriedly broke free from Zhao Chenyu’s embrace, her face, already flushed by the setting sun, now appeared even redder.

Zhao Chenyu just scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

But after walking only a few steps, another white man approached my mother and struck up a conversation. This time, he was a slightly older man, around forty years old, wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt. His approach was even more direct.

Hey be

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Zhao Chenyu could only resort to the same trick again, pulling his mother into his arms once more. This time, the movement was more natural and fluid, as if they were…

They really are a couple.

“The people here are still a bit troublesome…” The mother’s tone carried a hint of helplessness. “Let’s go somewhere a little further away.”

The mother and Zhao Chenyu walked and talked until they reached a place where there were almost no people, and some red warning flags were planted on the beach. The wet sand shimmered with tiny golden lights in the setting sun, as if it were covered with flowing amber.

“I heard,” Zhao Chenyu suddenly said, “that UFOs have been here before.”

His mother was amused by his seemingly random question: “Really?”

“I don’t know either,” Zhao Chenyu scratched his head. “Anyway, I’ve seen that those sci-fi movies about aliens seem to have filmed scenes here. So either it’s just a gimmick for the movies, or there’s really something special about this place.”

My mother smiled and didn’t say anything more. She simply turned around and looked at the huge sunset that was slowly sinking below the horizon, her eyes filled with a kind of hazy light that I couldn’t understand.

Zhao Chenyu also picked up the phone hanging around his neck and started taking pictures of his mother.

Like a little girl, Mom struck the classic pose from Titanic, arms outstretched as if embracing the world, her face radiating pure joy and freedom. The tide rose, submerging her calves and wetting her skirt, but she seemed oblivious, simply immersed in this feeling of freedom and liberation. Zhao Chenyu kept filming, capturing this precious moment, recording Mom’s rare relaxation and joy. When the second wave came in, it had already reached Mom’s knees, soaking her skirt and clinging to her legs, outlining her beautiful curves.

But Mom seemed to be having a blast, walking step by step into deeper water. The seawater gradually rose above her waist, and her dress, completely soaked, revealed the shape of her hips.

Circular outline.

Zhao Chenyu continued filming, documenting everything, until only his mother’s breasts remained above the water. The chaotic waves caused her ample breasts to bob on the surface, like two small white jade islands being pushed and swayed by the waves, creating alluring ripples. She had to reach out to cover her chest, but the flesh spilled out between her fingers, revealing an even more erotic shape. His mother awkwardly covered herself, but her expression was relaxed, even carrying a hint of excitement and adventure.

The sea breeze gradually grew stronger. My mother’s long, black hair, soaked by the seawater, was blown wildly in all directions.

Zhao Chenyu kept pressing the shutter button, but I saw an unusual white line suddenly rolling toward the shore in the lens!

“Caw—” A seabird cried out as it flew by.

“Ah—” Mom screamed as a huge current crashed against the shore, knocking her hard onto the beach.

Before the mother and Zhao Chenyu could react, the subsequent backflow swept the mother away and dragged her into the sea.

“Ah—” The mother’s exclamation was instantly drowned out by the enormous sound of the waves. The camera suddenly shook rapidly, and Zhao Chenyu…

I put down my phone, and the screen was instantly flooded with water! …