“Mommy, don’t go… Ahhh…”
I jerked awake from the dream, panting hard, my face bloodless.
“What was that?
Another nightmare.
I’ve had the same one every night for a week.
It’s too strange.”
I gripped the jade pendant hanging around my neck.
Could it be related to this?
An old beggar had given me the pendant seven days ago.
He had been on the verge of death.
I had taken him to the hospital and saved his life.
In repayment, he pressed this jade into my hand.
Ever since I started wearing it, the nightmares had come every night.
Always the same: my mother weeping, saying goodbye, then walking into a dark abyss…
“Is it an omen?”
Fear stabbed through me.
If the ending really meant saying goodbye to my mother, what could I do?
I was only fourteen.
In that rush of panic, tears welled in my eyes and dripped onto the jade.
The pendant flared with green light and lit the whole room.
My mouth fell open.
Then the jade turned into a stream of light, shot into my mouth, and vanished.
I jammed a finger between my teeth and tried to pry it out.
I fished around for a long time and found nothing.
A boom rang through my mind, as if a world were being born.
Emerald light split the chaos in two.
An enormous emerald jade disc appeared.
“Ah—what is that?”
I stared.
At the very center of the disc sat a golden circle.
Outside it were four regions, each marked with a single character: Wealth, Fortune, Law, Object.
I didn’t understand what any of it meant.
I checked my body again.
Nothing was wrong.
I even felt better than before.
That calmed me a little.
Then a high beam slammed against my bedroom window, so bright I could barely open my eyes.
I was about to curse when I realized the car belonged to my mother—her blue Lamborghini.
“Yes.
It has to be that guy.”
A picture flashed through my head: a tall, thick-shouldered thug with a face full of scars.
Only he would be that rude.
I looked down into the villa yard.
My sight and hearing had never been this sharp.
I could see the two people in the car as if they sat in front of me, and I could hear every word.
Was this because of the green jade?
It felt like discovering a new continent.
I was on the third floor, in the dark, and I could see and hear everything below as if I had become something more than human.
“Damn it.
What is he doing?”
A lewd hand cut my thoughts in half.
I looked closer.
The burly man with the menacing face had laid his big hand on my mother’s silk-stockinged legs and was stroking them up and down.
He rolled up his sleeves.
Blue scale tattoos covered his arms.
That same hand crept slowly toward her private parts.
“Zhang Biao, you despicable scum!”
I yelled it, eyes burning.
If rage could kill, that bastard would have died a thousand times.
I was disgusted that my mother had chosen him as her driver.
I had disliked him from the first moment he walked into our house.
He had no sense of being a servant.
He acted like the master of the place, poured himself a glass of red wine, dropped onto the sofa with an air of ownership, and even ordered the servants to bring him Western food.
I had wanted to confront him.
My mother stopped me.
I was so angry I refused to eat.
He drank and smoked and spat leftover bones all over the floor until the whole hall stank.
From time to time he used underworld tactics to curse the servants, playing the mafia boss.
He would pull his shirt open on purpose to show off the dragon on his chest.
When my mother wasn’t around, he called me a little brat.
And now this vulgar scoundrel was groping my mother in the car, and she did not resist at all.
She slowly spread her sexy, stockinged legs and let him do as he pleased.
Zhang Biao switched on the interior light.
The dim glow washed over my mother’s alluring body and made the whole scene look like a dream, as if it could not be real.
With a rip, he tore a large hole in her sexy black stockings.
Fair, delicate skin showed through, so white it dazzled.
“Ugh!
How can you be so rough?” Mom gave the boorish man a charming glare.
“These stockings are expensive, and I haven’t even worn them two days!
You’ve ruined them again.
How annoying!”
The moment she finished, there was another rip.
Zhang Biao kept pulling.
Another hole opened in the black stockings and exposed the black thong between her legs.
I could just make out the base of her snow-white thighs—and what looked like a bright tattoo.
What I was seeing did not make sense.
My mother was beautiful and dressed in a sexy, revealing style, but I had never imagined she would have an affair with a driver this crude and fierce.
Zhang Biao’s lecherous hand traced across her soft, fair thighs and slid inside the white miniskirt that barely covered her plump buttocks.
“Mmm…”
Mom let out a seductive moan, soft and alluring.
Then she pressed her long, straight, silk-stockinged legs tightly together, trapping that lecherous hand between her thighs.
I cursed inwardly.
That scumbag had to be using his filthy fingers on my mother’s pussy.
Why wouldn’t he just die?
Zhang Biao, of course, had no idea I was cursing him.
His other hand moved as well.
He dragged her sexy body close, reached straight for her towering breasts, seized one, and kneaded it hard.
She was wearing a low-cut dress.
Her two large, round breasts were partly exposed, forming a deep cleavage that looked bottomless.
That snowy valley was an abyss made to bury a man’s desire, packed with endless temptation.
Through her clothes he grabbed and kneaded those perfectly shaped breasts.
Lust flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Her pretty face flushed.
A weak moan slipped from her nostrils and made her even more alluring.
When Zhang Biao’s fierce, fat-padded face leaned in, she gave a soft moan and kissed his sausage-like lips.
Both of them were starving for it.
The kiss was violent, earth-shattering.
Their heads twisted together.
Their tongues tangled in the air.
His big hand stayed locked on one of her proud breasts.
Her soft waist sagged against his thick one.
Her long, beautiful legs stayed pressed tight.
Her plump buttocks stuck out in an unnatural curve.
The delicate hand on his shoulder clenched without her noticing and wrapped around his thick, short neck.
In that moment Mom looked like a graceful, delicate flower.
To survive the wind and rain she leaned into the tall, sturdy bush beside her, trading her fragrance and sweet nectar for a little peace.
Zhang Biao used that huge, gaping mouth to full effect.
He sealed her fragrant lips, sucked hard on her delicate tongue, and drew every drop of sweet saliva into his mouth.
He wasted nothing.
They kissed for about ten minutes before they parted.
Her beautiful face was flushed.
Her full lips stayed slightly open.
She was breathing hard.
Her high breasts trembled.
Her clothes were a mess.
Even her black bra had been shoved aside.
I could almost see her pink nipples, and there seemed to be a bright red tattoo on her snow-white breast.
Everything that happened tonight shattered my worldview.
My mother had secrets.
The affair with this vulgar driver.
The tattoos on her thighs and breasts.
All of it pulled at me.
In that moment I wanted to uncover every one of them.
No matter what she had done, she was still the mother who had given me life, raised me, and loved me.
I needed to understand her, protect her, and share her burdens.
Zhang Biao’s lewd hand was still working under her miniskirt.
His ugly face went taut.
His fat shook.
He said in a filthy voice, “You little slut.
I’m staying here tonight.”
He spoke like a master, as if my mother were his mistress.
Was that how a driver talked to the woman who paid him?
There was no hierarchy left, no respect.
It was disgusting.
Mom shook her head, still panting.
“You should go back now.
I’m afraid Xiaotian will find out.
Come pick me up tomorrow morning.”
Zhang Biao chuckled, lewd as ever, and pulled his hand out from under her white skirt.
He held up fingers shining with her juices and mocked her.
“You little slut.
You’re so horny.
If I leave, who is going to comfort you?”
Mom gave him a coquettish glare.
“You’re such a rascal.
You always bully people.
If you keep this up, I’m going to tell Boss Huang!”
Zhang Biao snorted.
“If President Huang knew I was playing with you like this, he’d probably be even happier.”
Mom punched him lightly, still in that coquettish tone.
“You’re all big bad men, always bullying a delicate girl like me.
Especially you, you bastard.
Haven’t you had enough these past few days?
I put these stockings on this morning and they’re already torn by night.
You force me to change them every day!”
Zhang Biao leered.
“Hehe… how am I supposed to play with your cunt if I don’t tear your stockings?”
He shook the fingers still coated in her juices.
“This is the water running out of your cunt.
I barely scratched it and my hand is soaked.
Even the whores in the brothels aren’t as slutty as you.
If I didn’t scratch that cunt and take the itch off you, you’d probably be messing around with those Black guys again.”
He pulled the slick into a long silver thread between two fingers, pressed them together, then drew it out again, all to remind her how lewd she was.
A blush rose on Mom’s beautiful face.
She whispered, “All right.
I’m scared of you.
Come upstairs with me.
I wonder how you’ll torment me tonight.
But keep your voice down.
Don’t let Xiaotian hear.”
Zhang Biao lit up and shouted, “You slut.
Tonight I’ll let you taste the power of my big cock!”