My sister took the photo from my hand and stared at it for a long time, her frown deepening with every second. Finally, she leaned closer to Mom and spoke softly, trying to comfort her. “Mom, don’t be angry. I’m definitely on your side.”
Mom didn’t turn around. “Go away!” she snapped angrily.
My sister shrank back in fear and stepped aside. Seeing her deflated expression, I couldn’t help but laugh. She shot me a vicious glare and flicked her head, motioning for me to try talking to Mom instead.
I scratched my head, gathered my thoughts, and squatted beside the bed. “Mom, calm down. Dad has always been a suspicious person. Don’t be angry with him. Even if he doesn’t believe you, I do.”
“You believing me doesn’t change anything,” Mom replied, still facing away from us, her voice heavy with frustration.
“Mom, that’s a bit hurtful. I’m the eldest son of this family, after all. If you and Dad ever get divorced, I’ll help you fight for a bigger share of the property.”
“And me!” my sister chimed in loudly.
Mom remained silent. I gently shook her shoulder. “Right, Mom? Don’t you think so?”
Suddenly, Mom sat up, frowning deeply. “Why are you kids so annoying? Can’t you just go out and give me some peace and quiet?”
I sat beside her with a playful grin and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “There’s no one better than Mom in this world. You worked so hard to raise us. Now it’s our turn to repay your kindness.”
Mom glanced at me sideways. “And how exactly do you plan to repay me?”
I held the photo up in front of her. “I can help you analyze this. Look at how clear and consistent these shots are. They weren’t taken randomly. This was clearly planned in advance.”
Mom stared at the photo blankly for a moment before taking it from my hand to examine it more closely.
I pointed out the details. “Mom, see the angles here and here? These were taken from two different positions. Someone must have set this up ahead of time. It wasn’t just one person.”
Mom stayed quiet, but her brows knitted together even more tightly.
“Do you have any enemies?” I asked.
Mom gave me a sideways look. “You’re the biggest headache in my life.”
“I’m being serious here.”
She set the photos down and thought for a while. “They’re all business contacts. Things have always been peaceful. I can’t think of any real grudges.”
“Where did these pictures even come from?”
“They were delivered by courier.”
“Whoever sent them knows our address, so it must be someone familiar.”
“Obviously.”
I hesitated before asking carefully, “Then… why exactly did you go to the hotel with him?”
Mom’s eyes widened, and her eyebrows shot up. “Who said I went to open a room with him?”
I pressed on. “Then what were you doing at the hotel together?”
“What does my work have to do with you?”
“I’m trying to help you analyze the situation and find the culprit.”
“I’m helping too!” my sister added, squeezing closer. I pushed her back, nearly causing her to tumble.
Mom scolded us loudly, “This is not the time for your nonsense!” After thinking silently for a long moment, she explained, “Our company is working on a joint project with theirs. We met a foreign client at the hotel for discussions.”
Although I had never truly doubted Mom, hearing her confirmation brought a wave of relief. I let out a long breath and smiled. “See? This is actually quite simple. Someone deliberately took misleading photos and sent them here to sabotage your relationship with Dad.”
Mom snorted. “I figured that out a long time ago. I don’t need you to tell me.”
“Yes, yes, you’re the wise one who sees everything clearly. I was just worried you might be too close to the situation to notice.”
Mom sighed deeply. “Your father is the one who can’t see clearly.”
“He’s just cautious. Once he calms down, he’ll probably realize what’s going on.”
“I’m just angry. After so many years of marriage, he still doesn’t trust me. Am I really that unreliable?”
The more Mom spoke, the angrier she became.
I quickly defended Dad. “He has a bit of a fragile ego and traditional mindset. You earn more than him and hold a higher position. It makes him feel insecure.”
“So because he feels insecure, I should quit my job and stay home as a full-time mother?”
“Calm down, calm down,” I said soothingly, rubbing her back with a smile.
My sister suddenly asked, “Mom, does the man in the photo have feelings for you?”
Mom glanced at her. “Why are you asking that?”
“I think…” My sister’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “He seems like the most suspicious one.”
“Enough. This is none of your business. Kids shouldn’t get involved in adult matters. Go back to your room and study,” Mom said, gathering the photos and waving us out.
As my sister reached the door, she turned back. “Mom, I’m hungry. Are we still having dinner?”
Mom replied impatiently, “Eat, eat—that’s all you think about. If you starve, you can reincarnate sooner. I’m too annoyed to cook right now. Make it yourself.” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“Okay.”
Once we left the bedroom, my sister asked me, “Who do you think did this?”
“Whoever benefits most from Mom and Dad fighting is probably behind it.”
“I still think the man in the photo is the prime suspect. He had that sleazy smile. He must covet Mom’s beauty and wants to break them up to have a chance.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re so young but you have such dramatic ideas. You’ve watched too many soap operas.”
“Then what do you think?” she challenged, staring at me.
“I think… you might be right,” I said with a grin. “But it could also be something on Dad’s side.”
“Dad’s secret lover?”
“Who knows? I’m not a detective.”
Although the little witch was around the same age as my sister, she was far more cunning. If she was involved, it wouldn’t surprise me at all.
My sister grabbed my arm. “No matter who it is, we can’t let them succeed. We have to unite and stop Mom and Dad from getting a divorce.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you. Now go and cook food.”
Even though I said the right things, a dark part of me secretly enjoyed watching my parents argue. Deep down, I almost hoped things would get worse—maybe even lead to divorce. I knew the thought was wrong and rebellious, but I couldn’t stop it from crossing my mind.
Dad came home late that night, completely drunk. Mom complained, but she still took care of him with great attention.
On Monday afternoon after school, the mysterious little witch reappeared on my way home. She stood casually by the roadside with her hands in her sweater pockets. As I passed, she fell into step behind me, as if she had been waiting.
I didn’t know what she wanted, but the memory of her touch in the cinema was unforgettable.
“Don’t you have school? Why do you keep following me?” I asked.
“I’m observing you.”
I was taken aback. “Observing me? What’s there to observe?”
“Everything—your daily habits, personality, hobbies.”
I laughed helplessly. “You’re treating me like a lab rat.”
We walked for a while before she said confidently, “Give me some money.”
“Why?” I looked back at her.
She raised her right hand, her slender, delicate fingers forming a vulgar stroking gesture in the air, mimicking the motion perfectly.
The memory of that intense pleasure in the theater flooded back, stirring my desire instantly.
I knew what she meant, but I refused to let her control me completely. “I’m not uncomfortable,” I lied.
She continued walking behind me, repeatedly making obscene gestures. It made my heart race. The intoxicating sensation replayed in my mind again and again.
I desperately wanted to feel her soft hands once more, but I was wary of any trap. Still, she was just a young girl. What was there to fear? She probably just wanted money.
I stopped and turned around. “How much do you want?”
“Two hundred.”
It was less than I expected. Acceptable. “Don’t stop halfway this time.”
“Okay~”
I looked around for a private spot. The little witch hooked her finger and motioned for me to follow.
We crossed a street and entered a sportswear store. Before I could question her, she picked up a pair of sweatpants and told the sales assistant, “Don’t mind us. We’ll try these on ourselves.”
I immediately understood her plan. This girl was far too experienced.
Ignoring the puzzled staff, she pulled me into a fitting room, pushed me against the wall, and squatted down. She yanked my pants and underwear down together. I asked curiously, “Do you do this often with boys?”
She didn’t answer, but I already knew.
Looking down at her delicate pink face, dark thoughts surged through me. When my semi-erect cock sprang free, she cupped my balls gently with her left hand and wrapped her right hand around the shaft, stroking slowly. Once I was fully hard, she leaned closer, opened her small mouth, and let a thin strand of warm saliva drip onto the glistening head for lubrication.
Her palms were incredibly soft, warm, and supple. The way they glided up and down my length felt heavenly. Every time the sensitive spot under the head brushed against the edge of her hand, waves of pleasure shot through my body. My cock swelled even harder, like iron.
The natural lubrication made her strokes smoother and faster. Low groans escaped my throat. My hands clenched into fists, my legs stiffened, and I struggled to stay quiet.
Her technique was masterful—better than anything I had experienced with Lu Yiyi.
I gazed down at her calm, innocent face. The contrast between her pure expression and the lewd act she was performing created a thrilling sense of taboo. For a moment, I felt guilty and almost reached out to cover her eyes.
Just then, a female sales assistant called from outside, “Do the clothes fit okay?”
Her tone sounded hesitant, as if she suspected something.
The little witch remained completely composed, continuing her rhythmic strokes. Panicking, I called back, “Just a minute! The zipper is stuck…”
Before I could urge her, the girl leaned forward. Her hot breath brushed against my sensitive head, sending a powerful shiver through me.
Then she opened her small mouth, took half the head inside, and sucked gently like it was a sweet treat. Her soft, agile tongue pressed against the underside and swirled skillfully. The sensation was electric. I nearly moaned aloud.
She pulled back teasingly, maintaining that innocent look. I begged desperately, “Keep going… please.”
She smiled sweetly. “You’ll have to pay extra.”
“How much?”
“One thousand.”
“You… you’re robbing me while I’m vulnerable!”
She simply squatted there, looking up at me silently. The pressure drove me crazy. “I don’t have that much on me.”
“You can owe me.”
“Fine, I owe you! Just hurry!”
The little witch opened her mouth again and engulfed the head. Her warm, wet tongue danced around the tip. I gasped sharply, thrust forward instinctively, and pushed half my length into her mouth.
She looked up with big, watery, slightly aggrieved eyes. Instead of softening me, it awakened something primal. I pushed deeper, sliding into her tight throat.
Her face flushed, but she didn’t resist. She gripped my thighs and held still, gazing up at me quietly.
The sight was incredibly arousing. Remembering how she had teased me before, I began thrusting into her mouth with increasing urgency.
Her small mouth stretched around me, yet she adapted perfectly. She massaged my balls gently while her tongue swirled and licked every inch. Whenever I reached the back of her throat, she swallowed rhythmically, creating a sucking vortex that threatened to pull me in completely.
Watching my cock slide between her cherry lips was overwhelming. The combination of physical pleasure and psychological thrill pushed me to the peak.
I held her head and thrust frantically. The sales assistant called again, “Um… are you almost done? Other customers are waiting.”
While fucking her mouth, I gritted my teeth. “Almost… almost there.”
“Right away…” The assistant sounded annoyed.
After several intense moments, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed deep into her throat as my body tensed. Thick streams of semen erupted powerfully. She held my thighs firmly, swallowing every drop of semen.
Finally, she licked me clean with her tongue before slowly pulling away.
A dizzy, floating sensation washed over me. This was easily the most intense and exciting sexual experience of my life.
“Are you alright in there?” the assistant called again, clearly impatient.
I quickly pulled up my pants, straightened my clothes, and opened the door. Two female staff members stood outside with dark expressions.
Feeling guilty, I apologized. “Sorry, the zipper got stuck.”
“Do the pants fit?” one asked angrily.
“They’re not quite right. Maybe next time.” I handed the pants back and pulled the little witch out of the store.
Just as we reached the exit, she suddenly knocked over a clothing rack and bolted. The staff shouted in anger. Without thinking, I ran after her.
Once we were safely away, she stopped, recited a phone number, and told me to call her whenever I needed her.
I was completely bewildered by this mischievous girl. I couldn’t understand her logic at all. Had she gone through all that trouble just to gain a regular client?
Still, I took out my phone, had her repeat the number, and saved it carefully.
As I was entering her contact, I realized I didn’t know her name. “What’s your name?” I asked.
She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said softly, “Anuo.”
It was a nice name.
When I got home, Dad was sitting on the sofa staring at his phone. The moment I walked in, he scolded, “You’re in your senior year. Why are you wandering around so late?”
He usually didn’t pay much attention to me, but I knew he was in a bad mood. I made up an excuse and brushed it off.
I dropped my schoolbag and wandered into the kitchen. Mom stood at the stove with her back to me. The water in the pot was boiling noisily. I greeted her, but she didn’t respond, lost in her thoughts.
My eyes traced her figure. Even in loose home clothes, her soft curves, full hips, and narrow waist—accentuated by the apron—looked incredibly alluring.
Unbidden, forbidden scenes from erotic stories flashed through my mind: a lustful son sneaking up behind his mother in the kitchen, ignoring her struggles, pulling down her pants, and taking her right there against the counter…
I shook my head sharply, trying to banish the twisted fantasy, then stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder.
Mom startled visibly. When she saw it was me, she frowned and scolded, “You little rascal, you scared me.”
“I said hello, but you didn’t hear me.” I picked up a slice of cucumber, popped it into my mouth, and asked while chewing, “What were you thinking about so deeply?”
“None of your business. Go back to your room and do your homework.”
“With you two about to get divorced, what’s the point of homework?”
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