Summer, 2023.
The second day of my father-in-law’s hospitalization.
In a corner of the hospital parking lot, I regretted opening that Pandora’s box; the poison of depravity had invaded my brain in that instant.
That day, seeing the words “foster mother,” coupled with the scene in the auditorium the day before, my first thought was of my mother-in-law and Nick.
Looking back now, sometimes intuition is truly accurate.
Shaking my head with a bitter smile, my pen continued to flow, my thoughts clearly presenting every moment of the past.
My father-in-law’s Huida Group perfectly caught the golden age of China’s rise, transforming from a small retail store into a leading enterprise in the four provinces of Jiangdong in just over 20 years.
The events of the birthday banquet were naturally known to many.
Not only the CEOs of companies with upstream and downstream relationships with Yuefu, but even some officials couldn’t resist coming to visit after learning that my father-in-law was out of danger.
These mundane tasks of welcoming and seeing off guests were naturally none of my concern; Secretary Li, who had served my father-in-law for many years, handled them all admirably.
His hair was already turning gray.
Secretary Li, seeing me somewhat flustered in the hospital room, smiled in surprise: “Son-in-law, what are you doing?” “Ah, nothing.
I was just looking at my phone when you suddenly pushed the door open, which startled me a little.” I turned off my phone, rubbing my nose somewhat awkwardly.
After a brief chat, Secretary Li took over the daytime duties of caring for my father-in-law, while also keeping out the visitors.
That day, stealing a moment of free time, I immediately jumped into my car and parked in a corner.
I took a deep breath and opened the Spade app on my phone.
Thinking back to how I felt then, it’s kind of funny—a bit like the first time Zhao Dahai tricked me into watching porn—a mix of excitement and anticipation.
The app opened, and the first thing that popped up was a notification that I had won a prize.
The brief message informed me that my account, registered with my phone number, had become a VIP user of the Black Spade App.
However, the three-day trial period made me frown, assuming it was just another sales tactic for this adult app.
I clicked away the notification, and a “VIP version” page with zero views caught my eye on the app’s homepage.
There were no screenshots, no cover illustrations, only a line of striking red text: “Dog-Taming Boy, Episode 1, My Mature and Beautiful Foster Mother’s Love and Shame.” Clicking on it took me to “Dog-Taming Boy’s” personal page, set to private; only users who followed each other could see his videos.
Driven by curiosity, I followed him.
The screen on my phone changed, displaying a video waiting to play, with a brief description below.
In this video, I’ll be doing a “baby butt” workout with my adoptive mother.
Her big ass is her sensitive spot, and my big penis will be our teaching tool today.
This is also the first breakthrough in my relationship with my adoptive mother in four years, hehe… I glanced at the description, my fingers trembling slightly, and clicked the play button.
Before the video started, I was 80% sure it would be about Nick’s affair with his mother-in-law.
I felt a little excited; I thought I could finally get something on Nick.
Nick, that brainless, arrogant brat, trying to make a “baby-training” video?!
Idiot, even if you have that kind of idea, you shouldn’t be making a video to show off!
Ridiculous!
You’ve exposed yourself far too early, before things have even settled down.
My pen paused again here.
That day, I was so excited that I hadn’t considered the details.
Why did Nick tag me because of the dog-training boy’s account?
How did he know that the account he registered for me was registered under my name?
Later, after I confronted him, he smiled triumphantly and told me that as a high-ranking member of the Black Spade organization, he had the right to monitor the backend data.
When I registered on the Black Spade app with my phone number, the backend data management center sent that information to his phone.
And that dog-training boy’s account was specifically registered for me.
As for why he deliberately released the video of him and his mother-in-law, the reason wasn’t complicated.
Like two armies in battle, one side must first create a weakness, and the other side will naturally take the bait.
Thinking of his smug laugh that day, I sighed and continued writing.
That day, I thought I’d found Nick’s weakness.
Just as I was about to activate the screen recording function on my phone, a dialog box with a red exclamation mark popped up: “This website prohibits unauthorized recording.
Violators will be severely punished.” I frowned, swiped off the screen recording button, and the red exclamation mark immediately disappeared.
I tried to take a screenshot, but the red exclamation mark reappeared immediately.
After several attempts, I gave up on my previous plan and decided to see what was going on first.
After buffering, the video started.
That day, seeing the familiar gym, my breath hitched.
Based on the gym’s furnishings in the video, I was 100% certain that this was my father-in-law’s house.
During holidays and weekends, Xi Dong and I would visit my parents-in-law.
I was extremely familiar with the furnishings in my father-in-law’s house.
At that moment, seeing the scene on my phone, I felt a surge of excitement.
That smug little brat!
Nick!
You’ve brought this on yourself!
This is a video.
I’ll show it to Xidong at the right time.
Then, it will be the best evidence to kick you out of the house.
Two seconds later, sound came from the video.
“Huff…inhale…” “Relax…lift your back…lift your hips…hold…” Accompanied by the sound of yoga exercises, my mother-in-law, Ye Huanqing, Xidong’s mother, wearing a flesh-colored two-piece yoga outfit, her incredibly hot and mature body bombarded my vision.
Holding my phone, I involuntarily swallowed, then quickly looked out the window.
My mother-in-law’s smooth black hair was tied into a bun with a hairpin at the back of her head.
Her 168cm frame was kneeling on a blue yoga mat.
Her upper body was covered by a flesh-colored, cropped, stretchy tank top, but the size seemed a little small.
The thin, smooth, soft flesh-colored fabric clung tightly to her full, sexy body, as if held together by a tight, flesh-colored film.
Her towering, rounded breasts, their size comparable to her mother’s, hung precariously over her chest as she knelt.
These two inverted peaks, the enormous mounds of milk squeezed into her neckline, the full, white flesh seeming as if they would burst the thin, flesh-colored vest.
Between the plump, fleshy breasts, a deep, alluring cleavage was created.
The two mounds of full breasts overflowed from the tight fabric, like warm milk slowly flowing in the sunlight, solidifying outside the collar, forming a dazzling and mesmerizing sight.
The edge of the neckline was deeply embedded in the elastic flesh, as if engaging in an intimate entanglement with the fabric, weaving a tempting allure that made one’s heart race.
Even without touching them, I could feel their smooth texture with my eyes.
My mother-in-law’s full, white breasts, when grasped and bitten, would give a man a wonderful sensation like thick cream gliding across his tongue and palm, bringing an irresistible sensuality.