Chapter 1: The Strange Behavior of My Future Mother-in-Law
It was March, when spring was in full bloom. A gentle breeze caressed the treetops and grass, warmly awakening the land. After a light misty rain, apricot blossoms stood proudly on branches, their soft peach-pink tenderness embracing everyone who yearned for beauty. I sat by the window, reading a book. The half-open window let in a gentle breeze to stroke my face, while warm sunlight illuminated my book.
As I was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my mother gently pushed open the door and said softly:
"The weather is so nice today. Go out for a walk instead of staying cooped up at home all day."
My mother was always so gentle with everyone. Her face was never without a smile, regardless of who she was talking to. Not only did her colleagues think highly of her, but students at school also adored her. No matter how mischievous a student might be, she could always teach them patiently. Of course, her appearance and figure contributed to this admiration as well.
My mother's name is Lin Rou, and she's 38 years old. Due to her good self-care routine, her skin is as fair and rosy as that of a woman in her twenties, delicate and smooth. Born into a scholarly family, she naturally carried an air of literary refinement, noble and elegant. Mother always liked to wear her hair in a high bun, with small wisps of hair framing her face down to her chin, making her look so enchanting. Her mature and alluring temperament made countless men dream about her.
Her makeup was always light and graceful. Thin, crescent-moon-like eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes that seemed to contain spring water within them.
Below her straight, small nose were luscious red lips that glistened with moisture.
My mother's figure was a weapon of mass destruction: 102-67-106 measurements that perfectly matched every man's ideal.
Her prominent, upright, generous breasts looked so soft and tempting, and her perfect slender waist could captivate countless men.
Her exaggerated buttocks made people swallow hard. If my mother's chest could be described as having huge breasts, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that her big bottom was a super plump ass. It was plump but not excessive, not only big but also perky.
"Mmm, I was planning to go out and play some ball," I replied casually, turning my head toward my mother.
Today, my mother was wearing a black OL (Office Lady) outfit without a jacket. Her white shirt wrapped around her large breasts, which seemed ready to burst through the fabric at any moment, creating a stark contrast with her slender waist.
The black pencil skirt she wore should have reached just above her knees. However, because of her plump buttocks, the skirt barely covered her entire backside. Her 1-meter-long jade-like legs below the skirt, round and straight, paired with skin color stockings, gave one the irresistible urge to carry her on one's shoulders. Which man could resist such a voluptuous beauty?
"Mom, why are you wearing this outfit...?"
This outfit was bought by my father two years ago for my mother to attend his company's annual party. Father complained that my mother's everyday clothes were too casual. If my mother had an average figure, it would have been fine, but casual clothes on her type of figure looked bulky. When my mother first tried on this outfit at the mall, my father took one look and paid for it immediately, not even letting her change out of it. They didn't even go home after leaving the mall but went straight to a nearby hotel. My mother was angry about this for several days.
"What's wrong with this outfit?" my mother asked.
I was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond. I couldn't exactly say that my mother looked too seductive in this outfit, could I? Despite her exceptional beauty and explosive figure, being from a scholarly family, she was still a very conservative woman at heart.
"Nothing, nothing. It just seems a bit small..." I said.
Before my mother could respond, I continued, "Mom, I remember you only wore this outfit once. Why did you decide to wear it today?"
"Well, your father is about to go abroad again, and today his colleagues prepared a farewell party for him. He wants me to accompany him. For the past month, your father has been begging me to wear this outfit."
"Oh, I see," I replied.
My father is a senior executive at his company, responsible for the African branch. In recent years, he's only been home for about two months around the New Year. It seems he's leaving again. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Although my family's financial situation is quite good, I've been living like a left-behind child.
After our conversation, my mother left the room, and I called my good friend Chen Le to meet at the school basketball court in half an hour. Speaking of my friend, I must say he's truly someone to be envious of. He transferred to our school in the third year of junior high and became my desk mate. We quickly became good friends, and later we both advanced to the high school division because of our excellent grades. In high school, we were assigned to the same class and became desk mates again.
Chen Le is the same age as me, 17. Although I'm not bad-looking myself and have received love letters from girls due to my excellent grades, I'm no match for Chen Le. At 174 cm, I'm not as tall as Chen Le, who stands at 183 cm with a handsome face. Not only does he have excellent grades, but he also has exceptional athletic talent, particularly in basketball, where he dominates the entire junior and senior high school.
With tall stature, fair skin, sunny and handsome appearance, excellent grades, and outstanding athletic talent and to top it all off, this guy also has great social skills and knows how to win over teachers and classmates. He's the epitome of "perfect child" that every parent's wishes for. Every semester, he receives piles of love letters. I've even heard that female teachers at school have written him love letters. When I asked him about it, he neither denied nor confirmed it, but told me that except for one special girl, he hadn't read any of those love letters.
Shortly after, Chen Le called me to say he couldn't make it. His father was returning to the capital for work in a couple of days, and they were having dinner together tonight. Although my father is often abroad, at least my mother is at home with me. For Chen Le, not only is his father rarely home, but his mother also basically lives at her company. She's supposedly a company executive as well, so Chen Le is essentially left on his own.
Since everyone was going out, I decided to visit Xinran.
My childhood sweetheart, though she's never acknowledged it. Xinran's mother is also a teacher at our school and my mother's best friend. They live next door to us, and our relationship is so close that they've even registered my fingerprint in their door lock.
Arriving at Xinran's home, I opened the door and saw her resting her chin on her hands, leaning by the window. From behind, her high ponytail, straight back, slender waist, straight legs, and perky small round butt, paired with a white shirt and white pleated skirt, made her the epitome of a school-days crush. No wonder she was voted the number one beauty among the top ten campus beauties at our school.
"Xinran," I called out.
"Lin Wen, why are you here?" Xinran turned around, looking at me with her fair, delicate face and wide almond eyes. My heart melted at the sight of such an adorable girl.
Xinran and her mother, Teacher Qin, have completely opposite personalities. If Teacher Qin gives off a sexy, alluring, fiery impression with her curvaceous figure that makes men drool and fantasize about her, then Xinran is the complete opposite. She possessed a kind of ethereal beauty, like a snow lotus blooming on a snowy mountain peak, pure and unblemished, meant to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.
"I had nothing to do at home, so I came to see you," I replied.
"That's true. You and Chen Le have already secured your university admissions, while I still haven't," Xinran said.
Although Xinran's academic performance has always been above average and getting into a first-tier university shouldn't be difficult for her, the university that Chen Le and I have been admitted to is one of the top institutions in the country, and it's also the one Xinran wants to attend. But with her current grades, there's still a gap to bridge.
"Don't worry, there's still more than a year left. If you work hard and believe in yourself, you can do it too," I quickly consoled her, seeing her dejected expression.
As we spoke, Xinran kept staring intently out the window. Curious, I walked over to see what she was looking at. Following her gaze, I saw Teacher Qin and... Chen Le? What was he doing with Teacher Qin at the entrance of our residential complex? Didn't he say he was going to dinner with his father? And it's Saturday; why would Chen Le be looking for Teacher Qin? I looked at Xinran with confusion, and she seemed to guess my thoughts.
"Chen Le called earlier saying he had something to give to my mom. After she hung up, she changed clothes and went downstairs," she explained.
"Oh, I see," I replied.
But something didn't add up. Why change clothes just to go downstairs? Thinking about it, it made sense. With Teacher Qin's figure, comparable to my mother's, going out in loungewear would be too risky.
Xinran and I watched their every move at the entrance of the complex. We saw Chen Le saying something while Teacher Qin alternated between bending over and covering her mouth, then putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her chest, then turning her back to Chen Le and bending down to touch her high heels. Her big buttocks were pointed right at Chen Le. Soon after, the two walked side by side toward the garage.
"Isn't Teacher Qin coming back after getting the item? Does she have to go out again?" I asked.
"Mom said earlier that she might go to the book city to buy books," Xinran replied.
"Oh, I see."
Shortly after, Teacher Qin's car drove out from the underground garage, with Chen Le clearly sitting in the passenger seat. This stirred a feeling of jealousy within me.
If Teacher Qin claimed to be the second most beautiful female teacher at school, I think no one except my mother would dare to claim first place. With measurements of 97-63-99, she would stand out even among voluptuous beauties. Although my mother's figure might be slightly better than Teacher Qin's, her F-cup breasts still made people fantasize.
The thought of Chen Le sitting in Teacher Qin's passenger seat made me angry. In all these years, I had never sat in Teacher Qin's passenger seat, let alone gone out alone with her.
Xinran returned to her desk with an expressionless face, seemingly reading. But the vacant look in her eyes suggested she had something on her mind. That's when I remembered.
A while back, Xinran had told me that Teacher Qin had been acting strangely lately Her whereabouts were a mystery, often going out inexplicably at noon or in the evening. Sometimes on weekends, she would be gone all day. When asked, she would only say she was going to practice yoga. But with all the yoga equipment at home, why did she need to go out to practice? Moreover, her clothing style had changed dramatically, becoming even more revealing than before. As a teacher, Teacher Qin's attire at school had always been standard: a black teacher's suit and black low heels, with stockings alternating between skin-color and black, similar to my mother's style.
But when she was not at school, such as during spring outings or weekend shopping trips, she dressed exceptionally revealingly.
I remember one weekend when my mother and Teacher Qin took Xinran and me shopping at the pedestrian street. My mother simply wore a floral waist-tied dress. Although you could still see her curvaceous figure, the clothes were normal.
Teacher Qin, however, presented a completely different image, polar opposite of her school appearance. She also wore a dress, but it was a tight-fitting, waist-cinching, body-hugging black dress. Her already exaggerated figure was tightly wrapped in the black dress, clinging perfectly to her body. Her chest revealed a large expanse of white skin, with her F-cup breasts hanging like two water balloons, creating a stark contrast with her wasp waist. Her buttocks below the wasp waist were tightly wrapped by the dress, with the hem just barely covering about 3 cm below her buttocks.
Teacher Qin's buttocks were large but not saggy, plump but not flabby, creating a perfect arc in the body-hugging dress. Her long legs in black stockings were even more impressive: slender calves and full round thighs, paired with knee-high boots, leaving the golden section between the hem of her dress and the top of her boots visible, enough to make anyone drool.
"What's wrong?" Xinran asked.
"Oh, nothing," I replied, her question pulling me back from my memories. I couldn't help but sigh.
"Sighing at such a young age?" she remarked.
"Xinran, you sound exactly like my mother," I said.
"Am I wrong?" she challenged.
"Right, right, right. My Xinran is always right," I conceded.
"What do you mean 'my Xinran'? If you call me that again, I'm really going to get mad.," she warned.
Seeing Xinran's worried expression, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
She didn't speak, just gave me a glance and lowered her head again. I pressed on.
"What is it? Is there something you can't even tell me? We've known each other for over a decade. We practically grew up together. Is there something troubling you that you need to hide from me? Tell me, maybe I can help."
"You can't help with this. It's not about me; it's about my mother," she finally said.
"You mean Teacher Qin? What's wrong with Teacher Qin?"
"My mom seems... seems..."
"Seems what? It's okay, Xinran. You still have me. Whatever it is, you can tell me. What could there be between us that we can't talk about?"
"You know about my family situation, right?"
"Of course. We've played together since we were little, and my mom and Teacher Qin are like sisters."
Xinran comes from a single-parent family. Her father used to work in a government department but died in a car accident while attending a conference. At that time, Xinran and I were still in elementary school.