I stood on the tree-lined path on campus, my finger hovering over the name “Dad” in my phone’s contact list.

The bare branches of winter swayed gently in the wind, casting dappled shadows.

After much hesitation, I locked the screen—perhaps it’s more appropriate to ask Xuanman about some things.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a cold wind blew a few fallen leaves across my face, as if reminding me that there seemed to be a lot going on at home, and I was the only one kept in the dark.

As evening approached, Chu Yun pulled my arm toward the cafeteria when my phone suddenly vibrated. The caller ID showed “Lin Shuyue,” and I raised an eyebrow.

Lin Shuyue: “Hello, Lin… Senior Lin…” Lin Shuyue spoke hesitantly, and in the background, Xia Rong could be heard asking in a low voice, “Did you answer? Did you answer?”

Me: “Huh, what’s wrong?”

Lin Shuyue: “Um…I…” Lin Shuyue stammered, then Xia Rong continued her conversation: “I’ll tell you! It’s my own—”

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Lin Shuyue seemed to have made a major decision, and took a heavy breath, saying, “Um, senior, Xia Rong and I asked Senior Qian Ning, and she said… your down jacket costs 40,000 yuan… is that true?”

I chuckled softly. So that’s what it was about: “Yes, you can search for it online.”

“Ah—” I had barely finished speaking when two gasps came from the other end of the phone, followed by Lin Shuyue’s tearful pleading: “What should we do? Senior…we…sob…we can’t afford to pay…can we…just…pay it back slowly…” Her voice grew softer and softer until it turned into faint sobs.

“Shuyue! I tore it, I’ll figure out a way myself, don’t cry.” Xia Rong’s voice suddenly became clear, her tone full of heartache.

“Then…waaaah…wasn’t it all because of me…” Lin Shuyue sobbed and blamed herself, while in the background, Xia Rong could be heard frantically searching for tissues.

This scene left me both amused and exasperated.

A 40,000 yuan down jacket isn’t much to me, but listening to the interaction between the two girls on the other end of the phone, I suddenly thought—if Xia Rong were a boy, they would make a good couple.

I interrupted their blame-shifting: “Alright, you two can do me a favor, then you won’t have to pay for it.”

“Really? Really?” Two voices exploded at the same time, almost making my ears ring.

“Senior, please tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do anything…” Lin Shuyue became shy as she spoke.

“No! I won’t agree!” Xia Rong immediately objected.

“Why won’t you agree? Didn’t you say the senior is quite handsome…”

“I don’t!”

Hearing that they were about to start arguing again, I quickly called out to stop them: “Alright, alright! Xia Rong! Do you know someone named Zhao Chenyu? He should be a senior in college now.”

“Ah—I know you. I met you at a sports department event before and we said hello,” Xia Rong replied.

“He’s interested in you? There must be more than one person pursuing you, right?” I said.

“No… he wasn’t interested in me at all, but he was all smiles, so I have a vague impression of him.”

“Alright, then you two, figure out a way to steal him away from his girlfriend.” I said bluntly.

“Ah! Ah!” After two screams, I heard them whispering, “I remember, Zhao Chenyu’s girlfriend was also a freshman, her name was Lin Xuanman—oh, she’s the senior’s sister…”

“I understand, senior. Leave it to me.” After the two finished their whispered conversation, Xia Rong agreed like a man.

“But… what if it doesn’t work? Senior…” Lin Shuyue asked timidly, unlike Xia Rong.

“Then pay compensation and report it to the academy. This counts as intentional damage to other people’s property. Also, keep an eye on his whereabouts and report to me regularly.” I suddenly adopted a serious tone.

“Okay… but we have a lot of classes in our first year, and we also have evening self-study sessions,” Lin Shuyue explained softly.

“Just do your best.”

“Mission accomplished!”

That evening, Jingyan lay on a table in the library, her laptop screen displaying a course paper she was working on halfway through.

“Ugh~ I don’t want to write anymore… Xuanyu, let’s go home?” Jingyan complained.

“Oh? Mom and Dad are home. Wouldn’t it be bad to disturb their time together?” I gently advised, running my fingers through her messy hair.

“I don’t care~” she pouted, like a spoiled child, “I just want the whole family to live together.”

Back home, on the dining table, my mother’s hot noodle soup was steaming, with wisps of white mist rising from the thin noodles, garnished with bright green scallions and a golden fried egg.

The aroma of a simple yet cozy dinner filled the entire living room.

Mom put down her chopsticks, and the porcelain bowls clinked together with a crisp sound.

“Mom, go and rest. I’ll clean up.” Jingyan immediately stood up and deftly stacked the bowls and chopsticks. The neckline of her loungewear opened slightly with her movements, revealing a shallow indentation at her collarbone.

Upon hearing this, Dad smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

He habitually looked at his mother, his gaze gentle and tender.

But Mom suddenly turned her face away, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the tablecloth, her eyelashes casting a fine shadow under the light.

“From now on, I want to be a good daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law~” Jingyan announced while wiping the table, the rag making a rustling sound as it swept across the surface.

Dad nodded with satisfaction, but then added meaningfully, “You still need to be a good daughter.” As he said this, Dad didn’t look at Mom, but rather at the painting that Aunt Ouyang had given him on the living room wall.

“Okay…” Jingyan pouted and muttered softly, but the tips of her ears turned red.

Just as this heartwarming moment was beginning, my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

The three characters “慕纤凝” flashed continuously on the screen.

I excused myself to go to the restroom and quietly closed the door.

The moment the door closed, it shut out the warm light and laughter from the living room, and it also shut out my last bit of pretense.

Sitting on the warm toilet seat, I opened Mu Qianning’s messages. The first thing that popped up was a photo: four beauties with very different styles sitting around a table in the warm light of an upscale barbecue restaurant.

Aunt Ouyang looked radiant in a bright red dress, Xuanman looked cute and well-behaved in a school-style sweater, Mu Qianning sat obediently, while Mu Lingze laughed carefree.

At the edge of the frame, Zhao Chenyu stood respectfully like a waiter, with a fawning smile on his face.

Ironically, a real waiter walked past him, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and envy.

My heart skipped a beat, and I replied, “The four of you…”

Mu Qianning replied quickly: “It has already happened, it happened before.” She then sent a video. The video’s cover was a selfie taken by her phone, showing her delicate chin and the collar of her down jacket.

The image shook violently for a moment, then stabilized.

The location appeared to be a dimly lit park, with only distant, blurry streetlights providing faint illumination.

Zhao Chenyu’s tall figure was facing the camera, his legs apart, his posture arrogant.

In front of him, between his legs, three women huddled together, kneeling on the cold cement floor.

I can recognize that the red dress belongs to Aunt Ouyang, the preppy sweater belongs to Xuanman, and the other one is Mu Lingze.

The three of them, as if fighting over something, buried their faces in Zhao Chenyu’s crotch.

His head was crammed together, his long hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders. From the angle of the camera, I could even vaguely hear suppressed, wet sucking and swallowing sounds, interspersed with Zhao Chenyu’s satisfied, heavy breathing.

One of his hands was still brazenly pressed on the back of Xuanman’s head, his fingers running through her soft hair, as if he were controlling her rhythm.

Just then, the camera suddenly swayed and rotated downwards without warning, focusing on Mu Qianning’s own body.

Under the light of the phone, I saw her lift up her long black down jacket, revealing her tight gray leggings that had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her smooth, slender thighs and her entire private area.

And her other hand, the one that had once intertwined with mine in the darkness, was now boldly parting her labia, revealing everything hidden to the camera.

What made my pupils shrink the most was the area that should have been covered by thick pubic hair. It had been carefully trimmed, and the shape of the pubic hair was a heart, a symbol of submission and belonging.

The conversation ended there, the screen went dark, leaving only the cold chat interface between us.

A new line of text popped up, carrying an undeniable allure and provocation: “Xuanyu, if you want, the man who was standing in front of me just now can be you.”

My mind went blank; anger and humiliation rendered my reason as unreadable as a CD that had been scratched several times.

I didn’t reply to Mu Qianning’s fatal invitation, but instead stiffly switched to the chat window with my sister Xuanman.

My chat background is still a cute selfie of Xuanman, but where is she now?

I typed out a sentence, word by word.

“Let’s find a place tomorrow, just the two of us, and talk.”

…

It was a weekend noon on the school rooftop. The sun hung brightly in the sky, its rays dazzling but utterly devoid of warmth. Only a fierce wind swept through the buildings, stinging like knives against the face.

Xuanman wrapped herself in a light blue trench coat, the collar turned up high, almost obscuring half her face. She hugged her arms, as if to ward off the cold, but more likely to ward off me.

“Why did you call me here?” she asked first, her voice not loud and carried away by the wind.

Looking at her face, which bore a resemblance to her mother’s but appeared even more youthful, I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind for a long time: “Is this the life you want?”

“Great.” She answered quickly, almost without thinking, like a memorized line.

My temper flared up instantly. “Very good?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice. “You really enjoy what Zhao Chenyu did? Is this the kind of relationship you want?”

Xuanman stiffened for a moment, then crossed her arms over her chest, adopting a defensive posture: “I’m in charge of my love life, it’s none of your business.”

“You were toyed with by him along with Mu Qianning and Mu Lingze. What exactly do you want?” I took a step forward, my voice trembling in the wind as I questioned them.

She suddenly let out a cold laugh, her smile laced with sarcasm and sharpness: “Sister Lingze and Sister Qianning have both told me about you ejaculating in their mouths. So what about you? What are you planning to do?”

Those words struck me like a hammer blow, leaving me speechless. A deathly silence fell between us, broken only by the whistling wind in our ears.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell leading to the rooftop, breaking the suffocating stalemate.

Xuanman reacted faster than I did. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the shadows of the attic on the other side of the rooftop without saying a word.

She pulled me so hard I stumbled, and suddenly felt a sticky, uncomfortable sensation under my feet.

I instinctively looked down and saw a patch of dried, hardened yellow grime on the cement floor beneath my feet, which looked particularly dirty in the sunlight.

We had just taken cover when the sounds from that side became clearer.

“I missed you so much, baby!” a young, impatient male voice rang out, accompanied by heavy breathing.

Then came a woman’s voice, sweet and charming, with a hint of deliberate reproach: “You’re so annoying, I wasn’t thinking about you. Who’s like you, not paying attention in class and just thinking about these things?”

The boy chuckled lewdly, his voice full of triumph: “Who’s the one who didn’t write lesson plans, cheated on their husbands, and came here to have an affair with a student? Hmm?”

Lesson plan? Husband? Xuanman and I exchanged a glance, our eyes wide with shock. We held our breath, our heartbeats skipping a beat. This… could it be a female teacher and a male student?

“You bastard~ You always bully me~ You’ve taken advantage of me~ Mmm~ Mwah!”

A sticky, wet kiss was heard without any attempt to hide it, followed by even more embarrassing sounds of fabric rubbing together and flesh rubbing against flesh.

“Mmm~ Mmm~ You little rascal! Let’s go to a hotel~ Not here~” The female teacher’s voice had become heavily nasal and was full of lust.

“Right here, you slut~” the boy’s voice was rough and direct, “Give me a blowjob, hurry up~”

“It’s not safe here…” The woman’s resistance sounded weak and feeble, more like flirting.

“It’s okay, I came here to scout things out the night before last, and I even heard a young couple doing it here! It’s so exciting!” the boy boasted excitedly, his voice full of thrill.

“Oh really? What did you hear?” The female teacher’s voice immediately became excited.

Not only her, but I could also feel Xuanman beside me leaning forward subconsciously, her ears perked up.

Indeed, gossip is the most irresistible poison for women.

“That guy’s got some nerve, letting the woman pee right here,” the boy said, panting. My gaze fell again on the yellowish-white limescale at my feet.

“You bad boys… mmm!” The female teacher’s coquettish complaint was quickly swallowed up by the indistinct sucking sounds.

“Oh…that feels so good…” the boy let out a groan of pure pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Now that you’ve made me feel good, are you still glancing at Teacher Liu?” the female teacher asked playfully.

“I won’t peek anymore, hehe,” the boy replied guiltily.

Teacher Liu? This surname made Xuanman and I exchange glances again, and at the same time, an absurd and terrifying thought arose in our minds.

“But Teacher Liu’s big breasts are really something, they bounce when she walks. And her big ass, all that fleshy flesh, yet she always acts all serious, she’s fucking begging to be fucked… Ouch! Don’t bite!” The boy kept swearing, and the more I listened, the more my brows furrowed. Xuanman’s face was also full of confusion and shock.

According to this bastard’s description, isn’t this “Teacher Liu” my mother, Liu Wanyi?

“Do you want to mess with Teacher Liu?” the female teacher suddenly asked, her tone neither too light nor too heavy, making it impossible to tell whether she was jealous or testing her.

Her words made my heart sink, and a nameless anger surged to my head. I instinctively wanted to rush out, but Xuanman held my arm tightly.

She shook her head vigorously at me, her eyes full of disapproval.

“Who wouldn’t want to mess with her? Do you think those guys at school who go to her for psychological advice are really just chatting? If it weren’t for that senior from the physical education department always sticking around her office, who knows what might have happened in there,” the guy complained.

His words completely confirmed for me and Xuanman that the person they were talking about was our mother, and the senior in the physical education department was undoubtedly Zhao Chenyu.

“Alright~ You’re not satisfied with me! Ugh… Pfft!”

“Content, of course I’m content, fuck! Teacher Liu! You slut! I’ll shoot it in you! I’ll shoot it in your mouth! Fuck!” The boy let out a beast-like roar, followed by rapid breathing and a satisfied sigh.

“Um…wait near my car after class tonight.”

“Me.” The woman’s voice regained a hint of calm, but the lingering emotion remained.

“Hehe… having sex in a car, huh? Haven’t done it in ages, I love your flirtatious side…”

After a rustling sound of clothes being put on, the sound of footsteps going downstairs resumed, and the rooftop returned to deathly silence. Only Xuanman and I remained on the rooftop, along with the icy, biting wind blowing past our ears.

The chaos and anger from earlier were still stuck in my chest. I grabbed Xuanman’s arm and demanded, “Why did you stop me just now?”

Xuanman’s reaction was surprisingly calm. She merely glanced at me, her eyes carrying a kind of understanding that was beyond her years.

She smoothed her wind-blown hair and said casually, “Stop you? Why should I stop you? Brother, there are plenty of students who have a crush on Mom and want to be with her. I know several boys who have ejaculated while looking at Mom’s photos. Are you going to stop every single one of them? Not to mention Mom, doesn’t Sister Jingyan have a lot of followers? Can you manage them all?”

Her words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the fire in my heart. I felt that this girl, who was only a freshman in college, no longer had the clarity in her eyes that her peers possessed; instead, there was a knowing indifference in them.

It seems she has not only seen through the illusions of the world, but has also found her own way of swimming in the muddy waters of life.

Speaking of my mother, another question that has been lingering in my mind comes to mind.

I stared at her and asked, “Do you know someone called ‘Brother Qin’? Also, what exactly was the story Aunt Ouyang told you about their past?”

A smile finally appeared on Xuanman’s face, a knowing look of “I knew it.” “I knew it was you, the one who was spying on us talking outside that night.”

I shrugged speechlessly: “It’s because you two didn’t close the door, okay? What if Mom and Dad heard us?”

“Mom and Dad are busy making love, they don’t have time to eavesdrop on us, but you, Sister Qianning, have practically delivered yourself to our doorstep—”

“Alright, just answer my question already,” I interrupted her.

“These two are actually one issue,” Xuanman said slowly, as if telling a story unrelated to herself. “’Brother Qin’ is Uncle Qin, Sister Jingyan’s father. He was Mom’s first love.”

With a “boom,” my brain felt like it had been bombed, instantly going completely blank. My mouth hung open, my jaw almost dropped to the ground, and I stared at her in disbelief.

Xuanman, however, continued casually, as if nothing had happened: “Actually, it wasn’t exactly a first love. To be precise, both Aunt Ouyang and my mother were interested in Uncle Qin back then. They were in college at the time, and Uncle Qin seemed upright and strong, more mature than his peers, so they both liked him.” She paused, noticing my shocked expression, and continued, “But Aunt Ouyang’s family disapproved of their relationship because Uncle Qin’s family wasn’t well-off, and instead introduced Aunt Ouyang to another man. Guess who?”

My mind was buzzing, and an utterly absurd thought popped into my head, making me shudder: “Could it be… Dad?”

Xuanman nodded, confirming my guess: “It’s Dad.”

I was completely speechless, and it took me a long time to find my voice: “When did all this happen? I remember I was already born when my mother was just starting her doctoral studies.”

“So you think Mom really finished her doctorate?” Xuanman’s rebuttal made me think a lot.

“Aunt Ouyang didn’t tell me anything in too much detail,” Xuanman said, her gaze drifting into the distance as if she were recalling something. “She just said that back then, the relationship between the four of them was strange. It was awkward, ambiguous, and chaotic. Later, as they got older and had us children, they gradually became the two normal couples they are now.”

“So that means…” I began with difficulty, uttering a question that even made my own heart pound, “Mom… doesn’t love Dad?”

“Pshaw,” Xuanman laughed dismissively, “How could that be? Of course Mom loves Dad, and Dad loves Mom too. It’s just…” She stopped mid-sentence.

She quickly switched to a mature tone, analyzing the pros and cons: “But it’s good this way. Think about it, if Aunt Ouyang and Dad had gotten together back then, with Dad’s taciturn temper and Aunt Ouyang’s fiery personality, I feel they would have divorced long ago.”

“On the other hand, what if Mom and Uncle Qin were together? Although Mom’s family is well-off, she can’t offer Uncle Qin and Chenyu much help in their careers, and Uncle Qin might not have the wealth he has now.”

“So it’s good as it is now. Uncle Qin and Aunt Ouyang have bickered and argued for most of their lives, and our parents have also treated each other with respect for most of their lives.”

Hearing her words, my anger was reignited: “And what about you? You and Zhao Chenyu, you and Aunt Ouyang, how could you face Uncle Qin?”

A crack finally appeared on Xuanman’s feigned maturity and composure. She stared intently at me and uttered only three words, leaving me speechless once again.

“And what about you?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking my heart hard.

“Do you think Aunt Ouyang didn’t tell me what you did? Even if she didn’t tell me, do you think I didn’t find out?” She took a step forward, her questions becoming more and more pressing, leaving me nowhere to escape.

Her voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of broken self-mockery: “I once thought about being your woman along with Sister Jingyan. I even thought that I would never get married in this life, and after you and Sister Jingyan had a child, I would take one away and raise it as my own.”

“But who knew,” a maniacal smile spread across her face, tears welling up in her eyes, “that while I was in the most pain, the most sorrow, frantically tearing at my hair, my own brother was having an affair with my favorite aunt in bed.”

“Hahaha…hahahaha…” Xuanman suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, her laughter sharp and shrill, tears streaming down her cheeks and freezing quickly on her face in the cold wind.

“When I heard the news, I felt like the sky had fallen.” The smile vanished from her face, leaving only numbness and coldness. “But now I understand. What siblings! What lovers! What uncles and aunts! What spouses! You’re all just trying to make yourselves happy. If you can do it, why can’t I!”

I stared at her, my heart churning with turmoil. This younger sister, whom I had always thought was innocent and naive, was hiding such immense pain and resentment within her.

“Brother~”

She suddenly called my name in a soft, alluring voice I’d never heard before. Then, right in front of me, she slowly unzipped her trench coat.

The sound of the zipper sliding open was particularly jarring in the silence.

The light blue trench coat was open on both sides, revealing an ordinary Z University school uniform shirt underneath.

However, the buttons on her shirt had already been undone, and her pert, snow-white breasts were exposed to the cold air without warning beneath the white fabric.

Due to the cold, the two pink nipples had become extremely firm.

She stood there with her arms open, looking at me with a broken yet open gaze that was completely unfamiliar to me, and said softly, “Brother, if you want me, I’ll give it to you right now.”

A breeze blew by, and snowflakes began to fall on the clear winter day.

…

Time is invisible, like snowflakes falling and disappearing; its coming and going is the passing of time.

From: Zhao Qingjun

zhao.qingjun@chipdesign.com

To: Lin Xuanyu (lin.xuanyu@chipdesign.com) Subject: Urgent Help! Junior, please help me! 😭

Junior Lin:

Urgent! I’ve encountered a really weird problem while working on the backend layout. My mentor is in a meeting, and you’re the only person I have in the company who’s connected with me, the architecture team leader!

After I synthesized the RTL code given to me, a bunch of holdviolations suddenly appeared in the timing report, but the constraint file clearly added falsepath.

Vivado runs fine, but DC throws an error, and adding a buffer doesn’t help. (Screenshot attached) RTL is the one I sent you before.

My humble request:

Could you please take a look at the error log in the attachment? Also, please don’t mention my mentor; he just said my wiring was like an earthworm searching for a partner.

I’ll treat you to milk tea!

—Zhao Qingjun (Potentially at risk of being fired)

appendix:

error_report.log

violated_paths.png

I was staring intently at the screen when a sudden email notification in the lower right corner interrupted my thoughts.

Seeing that the sender was “Zhao Qingjun”, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

This is the third time I’ve received an email from her this week asking for help, and each time it’s a strange and unusual question.

I opened the attachment and skillfully pressed “Win+Ctrl+Right Arrow” to switch to the desktop specifically designed to solve her problems.

This desktop background is the same one she changed for me as a prank last time—a cartoon hamster wearing glasses, with the words “Architecture Team Firefighter” written next to it.

In the cafeteria.

“So how was it finally resolved?” Zhao Qingjun asked, biting her straw and looking at me with bright eyes.

She wore her hair in a bun today, with a few unruly strands hanging down beside her ears, swaying gently as she spoke.

“You forgot to add a clock constraint group,” I gestured and poked her forehead. “You made such a basic mistake.”

“Ugh!” She exaggeratedly covered her forehead. “It’s all because the document my mentor gave me was such a mess!” She pouted and complained. “Last week he even said my wiring looked like ‘earthworms looking for a mate,’ which was just too much!”

“It really does look like it,” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “especially your serpentine lines.”

“Lin Xuanyu!” She pretended to pinch me, but suddenly stopped when she touched my arm, only giving it a light squeeze. “Thank you.” Her voice suddenly softened, and her ears turned slightly red.

“You’re welcome, milk tea!” I said, opening my palm to her.

“We’ll talk after get off work.” She raised her hand, patted my palm, and ran away shyly.

I smiled and put my hands in my pockets.

“I’ll ride my beloved little motorcycle—it’ll never get stuck in traffic!”

As I was leaving get off work and taking out my car keys, Zhao Qingjun’s singing started playing in my ears.

Turning my head, I saw Zhao Qingjun riding her bright yellow electric scooter. She was wearing a helmet with rabbit ears today, and she deliberately honked the horn when she saw me.

“How about it~ the little electric scooter is still better, right~” She stopped in front of me, shaking her head proudly, her rabbit ears twitching.

“It’s nice, but it’s a bit cold!”

“Now this is what it feels like to be speeding along! Get in!” She patted the back seat.

I sat on the back of her electric scooter, the cold wind making me squint, my hands gripping the handrails on either side.

The cramped seats brought us so close it was almost intimate; whenever the car bumped, my knee would accidentally touch her thigh.

“Beep beep—” She suddenly braked hard in front of a pancake stall, and my chest slammed into her back.

“Boss, two pancakes, one without scallions and extra spicy, one without spicy and extra scallions!” She scanned the code to pay while shifting restlessly in her seat.

I could clearly feel the warmth emanating from the soft curves of her hips through her down jacket.

“You two work in the same unit?” the boss asked skillfully, spreading out the batter.

“Yes!” Zhao Qingjun answered lightly, and unconsciously leaned back a little.

“That’s great, the young couple can go to work together and come home together.”

This statement stunned us both.

I saw in the rearview mirror that her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks turned red at a visible speed.

We exchanged an awkward glance, then quickly looked away.

Something subtle seemed to be fermenting in the air.

Zhao Qingjun walked me to the entrance of the residential area and handed me a hot pancake.

“Here you go, not spicy, extra scallions.” Her voice was a few decibels softer than usual. Before I could finish saying “thank you,” she twisted the accelerator and sped away.

I stood under the streetlight, watching her receding figure, the taillight of her electric scooter leaving a red trail in the night.

I smiled and stretched. The busy work week after week was actually a kind of relaxation for me. In addition, I was getting to know Zhao Qingjun more and more. Her cheerfulness even made me forget the growing greenness on my body.

As soon as I opened the door, Jingyan’s head popped out from the entrance. She was wearing a silk robe and immediately came to greet me, gently helping me take off my coat.

I let her do as she pleased, but I quickly tried to erase the image of Zhao Qingjun blushing from my mind.

Jingyan knelt down to help me change into my slippers, the faint scent of shampoo wafting from her hair into my nostrils. This scene plays out every day; she truly is an impeccable and virtuous wife.

This put my mind at ease; Zhao Chenyu no longer had time to bother her.

Once inside the restroom, I took out my phone first. Xia Rong messaged me again: “Senior, I don’t know why, but even with Lin Shuyue taking action, Zhao Chenyu is completely unmoved!”

“Shuyue told me that she even wore a deep V-neck dress to seduce him, but Zhao Chenyu became even more indifferent.”

“But we discovered some patterns in it.”

“He goes to the faculty dormitory every day after class at noon!”

My fingers tightened involuntarily. Faculty dormitory? Go find my mother?

“Tell me more,” I replied quickly.

The message notification sound immediately rang out: “Oh, senior, you’re here! It’s just that… the duration is not fixed, sometimes as short as fifteen minutes, sometimes as long as an hour, but you go every day! And you always bring a thermal lunchbox! Yesterday you even brought a bouquet of baby’s breath!”

I immediately recalled the flowers in the glass vase on the dining table when I visited my mother’s house last week. Although they weren’t baby’s breath, they must have been a gift from Zhao Chenyu.

“Any other findings?” I asked. “Nothing much. We have too many classes in our first year… and they check evening study sessions very strictly. If you skip class, your advisor will call you in for a talk.”

“Okay, just keep an eye on things.” I put down my phone, and couldn’t help but think of the male student who had an affair with the female teacher on the rooftop.

Could it be… Zhao Chenyu is one of them?

However, I’m more inclined to believe that he went to cook for his mother to please her.

I believe in my mother…

Before we knew it, New Year’s Day had arrived.

Jingyan posted a photo on her WeChat Moments of her and Aunt Ouyang walking hand in hand intimately in a shopping mall. They were both smiling brightly. I clicked on her profile picture to send her a private message and typed a message.

She replied almost instantly: “I can’t come with you tonight, I have to be with my mother.”

I asked her, “Why are you two so close all of a sudden?” But as soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to slap myself. Why did I ask such a stupid question? Isn’t it natural for a daughter to be close to her mother?

“This is my mom,” Jingyan replied with a playful air of nonchalance. “Besides, we’re best friends now!”

Looking at the words “best friends” on the screen, I forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and replied, “Okay, okay, you guys have fun.”

Without my wife by my side, I had no choice but to go to my mother.

It was almost noon, and judging by the time, she and Xuanman should have finished their work at the school and were ready to go home.

As I pondered this, my feet naturally led me toward my mother’s faculty dormitory, intending to pick them up.

However, as soon as I opened the dormitory door with the spare key, I faintly heard an unusual sound.

It wasn’t the sound of speaking, but rather a deliberately suppressed, intermittent groan coming from the direction of the bedroom.

I tiptoed closer to the bedroom, almost holding my breath. The door was ajar, and the sight inside through the crack made my blood freeze instantly.

On the large bed in the bedroom, the blankets were rumpled and jagged, outlining the silhouettes of two bodies intertwined.

The mother lay flat on the ground, her plump, mature body sinking into the soft mattress, while Xuanman’s tall, slender figure was half-pressed on top of her. The taut, youthful body and the mother’s mature, soft curves pressed tightly together, creating a bizarre and immoral erotic scene.

Xuanman’s arm disappeared completely under the blanket, reaching deep between her mother’s legs.

From the taut outline of the blanket, you could see that the mother’s plump thighs were tightly pressed together, trying to resist the intrusion of that hand, but the resistance seemed to have no strength at all, and was more like an invitation that was reluctant to accept.

Xuanman’s shoulders swayed slightly with the movement of her arms, clearly her fingers were wreaking havoc in her mother’s most private forbidden area, stubbornly digging and probing.

The mother bit her lower lip tightly, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her body trembled slightly from the effort, but she dared not make a loud sound, only managing to squeeze out difficult breaths from deep in her throat.

“Xuanman…don’t…don’t do it anymore…” The hoarse, weak voice carried an undisguised plea.

Xuanman showed no sign of stopping. She leaned down, her lips almost touching her mother’s ear, her voice soft but full of vengeful pleasure: “Who told Mom to peek at me and Chenyu making love?”

“I…I didn’t…It was you two who sneaked here, it’s too much!” The mother’s lips trembled as she retorted with the last shred of maternal authority, but the strength in her voice had vanished.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you tell me, Mom, to stay here and not let me and Chenyu go home?” Xuanman chuckled, leaned down, and buried her head in the blanket.

This sentence completely shut down everything Mom could say.

In the instant her mother was lost in thought, Xuanman leaned down, suddenly pulled back a corner of the blanket, and buried her head in her mother’s chest.

A pair of full, snow-white breasts were completely exposed without any warning.

Her large, perky breasts rose and fell slightly with her mother’s rapid breathing. Her areolas were an alluring deep pink, and under the sunlight, her nipples, already hard from the continuous arousal, were like a ripe cherry.

Xuanman opened her mouth, and her tongue first lightly circled one of her erect nipples like a dragonfly skimming the water, causing her mother’s body to spasm.

Then, she stopped teasing and opened her mouth directly, making a clear “pop” sound as she took the entire nipple and areola into her mouth.

“Ugh—!”

The moment her lips touched her nipple, her body trembled violently as if struck by an electric current!

She arched her back, letting out a suppressed scream, which she then swallowed back down.

Her brows furrowed in pain, and a glistening tear even welled up from the corner of her tightly closed eye.

Xuanman’s tongue deftly circled around her nipple, the tip constantly licking and scraping the sensitive tip. Her warm, moist mouth tightly enveloped it, making “tsk tsk” sucking sounds. Even the snow-white flesh of her breasts was irritated by the stimulation, causing a layer of tiny goosebumps to rise.

“Ah! Ah—”

A scream that could no longer be suppressed burst from the mother’s throat.

Her body trembled violently, a forbidden pleasure stemming from blood ties and the shame of physical contact with her own daughter mixing together like the most potent poison, instantly overwhelming all her reason.

This blatant debauchery, with her own daughter as the object of her pleasure, amplified her sense of transgression exponentially.

I watched helplessly as her legs suddenly stiffened under the blanket, then twitched and parted weakly. As Xuanman sucked on her breasts and her fingers dug deeper between her legs, her voluptuous body began to convulse uncontrollably, letting out a death whimper.

A strong, sweet, fishy smell, mixed with sweat and female bodily fluids, seemed to seep into my nostrils even through the crack in the door.

Mom had an orgasm.

“Ah~ Ah ha~” The mother lay limp on the bed, breathing heavily. Her plump body was still twitching slightly uncontrollably. Her flushed face was covered in sweat, and her eyes were unfocused. She was still immersed in the afterglow of the forbidden climax brought on by her own daughter.

Xuanman lifted her head from her mother’s chest, licked her wet lips, and looked at her mother’s disheveled appearance. There was no guilt on her face, but rather a hint of smugness after her prank had succeeded.

After a while, Mom’s breathing gradually calmed down.

She turned her head to look at her daughter who was on top of her, her eyes filled with complex emotions—shame, anger, but more than anything, a sense of powerlessness at being seen through.

She raised her limp arm, trying to push Xuanman away, but she had no strength. In the end, she could only curse in a hoarse voice, “You… little bastard!”

Xuanman playfully snorted, stuck out her tongue, and carelessly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand: “It’s not my fault. I just happened to catch you and Aunt Ouyang masturbating in the bedroom!”

These words struck me like a thunderbolt, instantly freezing my mother’s body in place.

It turns out that Xuanman’s actions today were not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a premeditated act of revenge and imitation after she had long known her mother’s secret.

The mother’s face turned bright red, whether from embarrassment or anger, she suddenly reached out and accurately grabbed Xuanman’s ear.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Xuanman cried out in pain as her mother pulled her off and laid her down to the side.

She covered her reddened ears and muttered in dissatisfaction. Her voice wasn’t loud, but every word reached my ears clearly: “Honestly, you make Mom feel good and then you scold me… You clearly go to Aunt Ouyang more often…”

On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was terribly oppressive.

I was driving, and my mother and Xuanman were sitting in the back seat. We didn’t say a word the whole way.

I could see in the rearview mirror that my mother kept turning her head to look out the window, while Xuanman was looking down at her phone, as if the shocking mother-daughter sexual encounter had never happened.

When we got home, Dad was watching the news in the living room. He greeted us happily when he saw us. “You’re back? School was busy today, you must be tired.” Dad naturally reached out to take Mom’s hand.

However, like a startled rabbit, Mom instinctively backed away, avoiding Dad’s touch.

She acted very strangely all day.

When her father spoke to her, her eyes would always dart away, avoiding eye contact; during meals, she would simply bury her head in her food, remaining silent.

I thought it was what happened between her and Xuanman in the dormitory during the day that made her feel incredibly ashamed and guilty in front of her husband.

That evening, after I finished showering and returned to my room, my mother followed me in and closed the door behind her.

She stood by the bed, dressed in conservative pajamas, her hair meticulously combed, seemingly reverting to her dignified and gentle motherly image.

But her reddened eyes and unnatural posture betrayed her inner turmoil.

I thought she wanted to talk to me about Xuanman, or about what happened during the day.

However, after a long silence, she looked at me with an extremely strange expression and abruptly asked, “Xuanyu, how often do you and Jingyan do it?”

“ah?”

My mother’s question stunned me.