Although my mom was forcing me to study, all afternoon, my mind was filled with images of my mom's beautiful buttocks encased in pantyhose and my dad shopping with that pretty girl. I couldn't concentrate on studying at all.
Around dinner time, my younger sister, having played outside enough, returned home humming a little tune. She was initially happy, but as soon as she entered the door, she was met with a harsh scolding from my mother.
My younger sister was a bit confused after being scolded. After it was over, she dragged me to the balcony and whispered to me why Mom was so angry.
I think Mom was still angry about what happened this morning, but she had already beaten me up, so she couldn't bring up the past anymore. She had been holding it in all afternoon, and finally vented it all on my sister.
But I couldn't tell her the truth, so I could only pretend not to know and casually say, "Who knows? Maybe it's because of work. I've been playing dumb all day, and you just happened to run into the line of fire. You're just unlucky."
The younger sister pouted, muttered something, and turned to go back to her room.
I had been troubled by my dad's situation all day and was worried about not having anyone to talk to, so I pulled her back and told her about what happened at lunch.
My sister's first reaction upon hearing this was to look at me in surprise: "What? You went out for steak for lunch and didn't invite me?"
No one knows a daughter better than her mother; her reaction was exactly what her mother had expected.
"Who told you to go out so early? Mom must have contacted you. Who told you not to come back?"
"She invited me to dinner, but she didn't say it was Western food. Besides, you're the one who tricked me into going out ."
No, you have to pay for my steak.
"None of that matters. Didn't you hear what I said? Dad was shopping with a girl who's about your age. "
I'm actually quite happy.
My sister finally snapped out of her reverie. After a moment of contemplation, she frowned and said, "No wonder he's been acting so mysterious lately. He's been secretly dating some young girl. Ah ! " My sister suddenly exclaimed, startling me. I quickly asked her what was wrong, and she said, "If Mom finds out about this, things will be really bad."
I rolled my eyes at her: "Of course, do you need to tell me that?"
The younger sister frowned, looking worried: "But secrets can't stay hidden forever, and Mom will find out sooner or later."
Their relationship will break down then; they'll argue, then fight, and maybe even end up getting a divorce.
She suddenly looked up and asked me seriously, "If they really get divorced, who will you live with? Let me make it clear first, I'm definitely going to live with Mom. You're the eldest son in the Ling family, and you have the obligation to carry on the family line, so you'll most likely be awarded to Dad. If Dad marries that young girl again, then you'll have to call that young girl 'Mom'."
I looked at her, both amused and exasperated: "What are you thinking about all day long in that little head of yours?"
"This is all still unseen. What if that girl is just Dad's friend's daughter? What if she's a distant relative? Think about it carefully, if Dad really wanted to have an affair, he'd find a woman around his age, not a high school girl. Dad is somewhat handsome, but not handsome enough to charm a high school girl."
"Maybe that girl is just after his money. Maybe she's being kept by his dad?"
"Although Dad is successful in his career and his salary is not low, it would cost a lot of money to support a high school girl. Where would Dad get that much money?"
My sister glanced at me sideways and said, "You talk like you know everything."
"I guessed." Just then, Mom suddenly appeared behind us and asked suspiciously, "What are you two doing hiding here? Whispering to each other, what can't I hear?"
We were both startled. I quickly pretended to hold out my hand and shouted, "Give me back the money! Pay me back the money I borrowed from you last month. Mom, Beibei is a deadbeat; he owes me money and won't pay it back."
My sister put her hands on her hips and said, "You're the one who's a deadbeat! When did I ever owe you money?"
Mom sighed, "Are you two ever going to stop? All you do is argue all day long. Come out and eat."
We looked at each other and followed Mom to the dining table. I glanced around and saw there were only three sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Before I could speak, my younger sister interrupted, "Mom, where's Dad? Isn't he coming home for dinner?"
"Who knows where they went? They don't answer the phone or reply to messages."
My sister and I exchanged a glance, said nothing, and sat down to eat our food obediently.
After dinner, Mom cleared the table herself and told us to go back to our rooms to study.
I had something weighing on my mind. One minute it was my dad and that girl, the next it was Lu Yiyi, and then it was my mom's stockings. My mind was a complete mess, and I couldn't concentrate on studying.
My mom took away my phone, computer, and comics. I was so bored this afternoon that I cleaned the house twice. Now that I had nothing to do, I rummaged through the desk drawer and found an old radio. Luckily, it still had power, so I just lay on the table and listened to the radio.
Just as I was getting drowsy, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open. I knew who it was without even turning around, which startled me so much that I quickly sat up straight, but I couldn't turn off the radio in time.
Mom strode over, smacked me on the head, snatched the radio from me, and said angrily, "Why is it so hard for you to study? Where did you get all these gadgets? How many more things have you hidden?"
"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."
"Are they really all gone?"
"You can search it up if you don't believe me."
My mother stared at me for a moment, said, "Study hard," and then left the room with the confiscated radio.
Logically, with nothing to distract me, I should be able to focus on studying, but it still doesn't work.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but after sitting here reading for a while, my head started to feel throbbing and my eyelids kept drooping. In the end, I just stopped doing anything and started to doze off on the table.
I don't know how much time passed in a daze, but I was suddenly hit on the head. I instinctively sat up, wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth, and turned my head to look. I saw my mother squatting behind me with a cup of hot water, her face gloomy.
I quickly pretended to be working on the test paper, muttering to myself, "This is really hard, this question is really difficult."
"Don't play dumb with me."
Mom slammed her water glass down on the desk and said angrily, "Is this how you study properly?"
"I was really studying hard, I was just overworking my brain and took a break. I had just slumped down when you came in."
Without saying a word, Mom turned and left the room.
Just as I was feeling something was off, my mother came back, carrying a chair, and placed it next to me.
I hurriedly asked, "What...do you mean by this?"
My mother sat down, crossed her arms, leaned back in the chair, her two slender legs crossed, looked at me expressionlessly, and said coldly, "I'm watching you so you don't get distracted again."
I panicked: "You...you're going a bit too far. How can I study if you're still here?"
"You can't study while I'm here? What if you go to the exam hall and the proctor is standing right next to you? Are you going to kick them out?"
It seems my mother is determined to keep an eye on me here, and I have no choice but to accept it passively.
Once she sat down next to me, I couldn't even daydream or doze off. If I even scratched myself because I felt itchy, she would warn me. This was even stricter than self-study classes at school.
I tentatively asked, "Mom, are you planning to keep an eye on me like this from now on?"
"I don't have that much free time. I'm correcting your behavior right now. Once you can concentrate on your studies, I'll retire."
"Well, then you'll have to stay by my side for the rest of your life," I muttered to myself.
"say what?"
"I say you are truly comparable to Mencius' mother, who moved three times to find the right environment for her son's education."
Stop being so talkative and focus on your studies.
Just then, my mother's phone pinged with a message. She picked up her phone to check it, and I kept my head down, pretending to study diligently, but my eyes involuntarily darted over to her.
When Mom is at home, she changes out of her business attire and puts on a loose-fitting knitted long cardigan, which looks like a dress and covers her up. She also changes her stockings into leggings, which are similar to pantyhose but slightly thicker and less sheen and transparent.
Maybe it's because it's more comfortable. I've never worn it, so I don't know what it feels like, but my mom always changes into it when she gets home.
Sometimes her hair is tied up, and sometimes it's let down and tied into a loose ponytail, which looks very casual .
Of course, this kind of home decor isn't entirely without merit in my eyes. Although it's a little lacking in visual appeal, it does have a touch of laid-back charm.
Especially when my mother bends over to work, her plump bottom always makes me want to hug her from behind and ask, "Madam, do you need any help?"
Today, Mom wore a low side ponytail with a bow , a black and white striped knitted batwing top, nude leggings, and panda-themed cotton slippers.
The leggings are somewhat like the flesh-colored leggings worn by female figure skaters. They look a bit thick up close, but from a distance, it seems like they're not wearing anything at all.
Mom looked down at her phone, a smile playing on her lips, and unconsciously bit her right thumb nail, looking somewhat playful.
I tapped the pen lightly on the table, somewhat absentmindedly, and accidentally dropped it to the floor.
I quickly bent down to pick it up, and as I stood up, I subconsciously reached out and touched my mother's thigh.
My mother looked up at me, and I pretended not to care and continued writing my test paper, but that little bit of support I had just received left me feeling uneasy for a long time.
Although leggings don't feel as good as stockings, the accidental touch can be incredibly stimulating.
Now my attention was completely diverted, and I had even less interest in reading.
My mother was still looking at her phone. After a while, I couldn't resist. I hesitated for a moment, then deliberately rolled the pen on the ground and bent down to pick it up.
This time, I pressed my hand directly onto my mother's thigh, making meaningless groans, as if I were struggling, and searched back and forth on the floor.
It was a bit dark under the desk, but I could still clearly see my mother's calves covered in flesh-colored leggings and her cute little feet in panda-themed slippers.
I really wanted to grab those slender, rounded ankles and gently squeeze them, but alas, I had the desire but not the courage, so I could only think about it in my heart.
I pretended to have used a lot of effort to pick up the pen , and when I stood up, I deliberately used more force, taking the opportunity to gently pinch my mother's leg.
I have to say, my mom's legs are absolutely stunning. They look slender and long, but when you touch them , you can feel the soft, fleshy texture even through her leggings. This texture is different from the loose, overweight texture of middle-aged women. It's obvious that she exercises regularly; they're firm but not muscular. They feel really comfortable to touch.
My mom was holding her phone. She looked up at me, and I pretended to be embarrassed, gave a silly smile, and started writing my test paper.
Mom didn't say anything and continued looking down at her phone.
Five or six minutes later, I started to feel itchy again, and before I knew it, the pen rolled to the ground once more.
Just as I was about to put my hand on my mother's thigh and bend down to pick it up, she slapped my hand away and scolded, "Are you crazy? The pen keeps falling down."
Then she bent down, picked up the pen , slammed it heavily on the desk, and sternly warned, "If you drop the pen on the floor again, I'll kick you. You're always causing trouble."
I don't know if my mom found out what I was thinking, but I really didn't dare to try anything funny anymore, so I obediently put my head down and wrote the test paper.
But my mom's phone kept getting messages, which annoyed me. I couldn't help but tap the table and say, "Hey, Ms. Zheng Yiyun, you're disturbing my studies. If you want to play on your phone, please go to the living room, okay?"
Mom felt a little embarrassed and got up to leave the room.
I thought she had left and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she came back, sat down, and said, "It was Mom's fault. I put the phone in the living room, so you can study now."
I didn't expect my mom to be so persistent. I really had no choice but to study hard under her watchful eye.
Just when I was almost finished with the test paper, the room suddenly went dark—the power went out.
the power went out in the classroom , everyone would start banging on the tables and smashing the benches, howling and shouting, as if they were serfs who had been liberated.
Because of a habit I developed at school, when the power went out at home, I couldn't help but yell, "Power outage ! "
My sister's voice came through immediately: "Okay ! "
Immediately afterwards, I received a tap on the head, followed by my mother's scolding: "The power is out, so what are you yelling about?"
I don't know how she could shoot so accurately in the dark, it was like she had aimed beforehand.
I rubbed my head, stood up and said, "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here."
"It's dangerous with you here. My phone is on the sofa, go get it for me."
"Yes, sir. Please wait here."
Due to the sudden power outage, my eyes hadn't adjusted yet, and the room was pitch black. Instinctively, I reached out and groped forward, and my right hand ended up touching my mother's body. Even through her knitted sweater, I could still feel the plump, soft flesh, like a freshly steamed white bun. I was certain it was my mother's breast, but I still subconsciously squeezed it. It was big, round, and elastic.
"Where are you touching!" Mom snapped , slapping my arm aside.
I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"If you do this on purpose, I'll chop your hand off," Mom scolded, then paused for a moment before saying, "Hurry up and go, what are you standing there for?"
I quickly groped my way around my mom and went to the living room to get my phone. My mom told me to go ahead, but she followed me out.
In the darkness, I secretly smelled my palm behind my mother's back. In a daze, I seemed to smell a milky fragrance. My head was spinning, and I decided never to wash my hands again.
Just as I stepped out of my bedroom, my younger sister came out with her phone. She shone the light for me, retrieved my mother's phone, and also found the flashlight.
Just as I handed the phone to my mother and we were discussing how to find out why, the phone rang again at home.
At the same time, the sound of the door being unlocked came from inside; Dad was home.
"Was there a power outage just now?" Dad asked as he changed his shoes.
"Where have you been all day? You didn't even stay home for a day off, and you're only coming back now," Mom asked irritably.
"Um... a colleague's child had some trouble, so I went to help out." Dad's words were somewhat hesitant.
My sister and I exchanged a glance.
Mom pressed on, "What's going on? You're busy all day."
As her father walked past her, she sniffed and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
My dad said, "My colleague's child is also in high school and will be taking the college entrance exam soon. Xiao Dong is also taking the college entrance exam this year, so he asked me to come over and we talked about it. We had two drinks that night."
The mother scoffed, "You don't even care about your own children, yet you're trying to take care of other people's kids. You're just deliberately going out to avoid having anything to do. Your son is practically out of control, do you even know that?"
My dad turned around and looked at me: "What's wrong with you now? Did you make your mom angry?"
"No, I've been very well-behaved and have been studying at home."
I pretended to be innocent, and my mother glared at me before the two of them went back to their room together.
I whispered to my sister, "I told you it was a misunderstanding. Luckily, I didn't tell Mom."
My sister glanced at me sideways and said, "Isn't this all your fault?"
"You were the one who started being paranoid, making me all nervous."
I recalled what happened at noon and said, "That girl was quite pretty. I wonder whose daughter she is. I can ask Dad to introduce us later."
"You pervert, you little pervert." My sister rolled her eyes at me, turned around and walked towards the bedroom. I chased after her and protested, "Hey, you can call me a pervert, you can call me a pervert, but you can't call me a dead pervert, and you can't call me a little pervert. What's wrong with me being a little?"
As a result, her younger sister blocked her from entering the door.
School starts on Monday. I was supposed to apologize to Yiyi, but she kept avoiding me, saying that she got scolded by her mother and wanted to stay away from me before the college entrance exam.
I knew that the two mothers had teamed up to break up the couple, and I was helpless. I tried to coax and persuade them, and finally managed to save the relationship, but it went from being above public to underground. As for sleeping together, that was out of the question.
But I'm a young man full of energy and vitality, and I've become addicted to the idea. When I get a girlfriend, she won't even let me hold her hand or kiss her, let alone sleep with her. Who can resist that?
I can tolerate it for a day or two, but I really can't stand it after a while. My mind is full of those kinds of things. When I see my Chinese teacher, who is nicknamed the "old witch," I have to fantasize about it in my head.
What's even scarier is that I've found myself paying more and more attention to my mom—what she's wearing, how good her makeup is, and every time I see her wearing stockings, an inexplicable urge rises from my sides.
If he really couldn't hold back, he would even take the risk of stealing his mother's stockings to masturbate.
The scariest thing was that one night I had a dream in which my mother wrapped her sexy little mouth around my penis, sucking and licking it, and occasionally licking the coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue, making me ejaculate uncontrollably.
When I woke up the next day, I had a wet dream, which made my pajama pants sticky . I didn't dare tell my mother, so I could only hide it from her.
I'm a little scared about this situation. I used to occasionally take advantage of my mother , but I know very well that she is my mother, and I was just indulging in my own desires .
I only recently realized that I'm starting to see her more and more as a woman, a sexy, mature, and beautiful woman. I even fantasize about having sex with my mother in every corner of the house.
I know this is crazy, this is wrong, but the more I suppress it, the stronger my desires become. To relieve these desires, I often secretly take advantage of my mother . While enjoying this thrill, I feel incredibly guilty.
Despite all the playfulness and joking around, she is still my beloved mother.
As for the alleged affair with my father, after thinking about it carefully, I felt it was unlikely.
My dad is such an honest man, with no ulterior motives, and he's even afraid of his wife. How could he have an affair, especially with a high school girl? It's simply unbelievable .
I was simultaneously battling the college entrance exam and my own desires, and I spent about a month in a daze.
One afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate with a few buddies. I happened to see a pretty girl standing not far away. She wasn't short, but she gave off a petite feeling, probably because of her small face.
She has big eyes, a small mouth, and two boxer braids. She wears a red and white baseball jacket, loose cropped pants , and canvas shoes, giving her a very street-style look that is both chic and energetic.
The girl was staring straight at us. I felt she looked familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before.
My good friend Lin Zifan whispered to us, "That girl is pretty. I've never seen her before."
"They're not from our school," another student whispered.
Why is she staring at us? Does anyone know her?
The girl's gaze did follow us, but none of us knew her, and we didn't pay any attention to it.
The next day, the girl came again, standing at the school gate after school, staring at us.
Lin Zifan laughed and said, "Is she still secretly in love with one of us?"
Who do you have a crush on?
Who is the most handsome among us?
"Anyway, it's not you."
"That's not you either."
I felt that the girl looked familiar, but I just couldn't remember where she was.
Even on the fourth day, she was still standing there, staring at us expressionlessly.
Lin Zifan couldn't resist any longer and suggested sending someone over to strike up a conversation with her.
As a result, everyone unanimously decided to send me because I am eloquent, thick-skinned, and shameless.
I don't know if I'm thick-skinned or shameless, but they pushed me out, and since I was a bit curious, I went over.
The girl watched me walk towards her expressionlessly, and when I was almost there, she suddenly turned around and walked away.
When I saw her back, I suddenly remembered that she was the little girl who was walking with her dad that day.
According to my dad, she should be the daughter of his colleague.
So if that's the case, this girl must be coming for me, but why does she always stand far away, just looking at me without saying a word?
What is she trying to do? It's creepy .
After dinner, Dad sat on the sofa watching TV. While Mom was tidying up, I sat down next to him and whispered, "Dad, didn't you say last month that you were going to your colleague's house to discuss her daughter's college entrance exam?"
My dad was taken aback when he heard this, his expression tensed up, and he looked at me suspiciously: "Why are you asking this?"
"I just want to ask, what's that girl's name? Do I know her?"
"How do you know my colleague's daughter?"
After hesitating for a moment, I asked cautiously, "Dad, that noon, I saw you walking hand in hand with a little girl on the street. Was that girl the daughter of your colleague that you mentioned?"
Dad was visibly startled. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's right, that's my colleague's daughter. I took her to buy textbooks that noon."
I was a little confused. My dad is a rather nonchalant person, a hands-off manager. He didn't even worry about me when I was about to take the college entrance exam. Why would he accompany a colleague's daughter to buy textbooks?
After a moment of silence, Dad asked in a low voice, "Does your mother know about this?"
"I don't know." He paused, then asked cheekily , "Are you afraid my mom will find out?"
"What am I afraid of? I... I have nothing to be afraid of. It's just that your mother is a rather suspicious person, and I'm afraid she'll misunderstand. It's better to avoid trouble, so let's not let her know about this."
"Ah ~ ! Okay, I won't tell Mom. But... Daddy, this month's allowance... is a bit overspended."
I grinned at him, and my dad immediately understood what I meant. He muttered under his breath, "You don't learn anything good, all you do is think about this. So, how much?"
I held up two fingers, and Dad said, "I'll put it behind the TV tomorrow morning, you can go get it yourself."
He also added a reminder: "Be frugal, don't spend money recklessly all the time. Our family's money doesn't grow on trees."
"Yes, yes, it wasn't blown in by the wind, it was dug out of the ground. I've always been thrifty and frugal."
Just then, Mom came out of the kitchen. We were caught red-handed like thieves caught doing something wrong, so we quickly sat up straight and pretended to watch TV as if nothing had happened.
Mom glanced at us, flicked my head, and then beckoned me to come with her.
My dad gave me a look, and I gave him a thumbs up to reassure him.
I followed my mother into her bedroom. My mother slammed her back against the door and stared straight at me.
I suddenly had a bad feeling, and with a silly grin, I said, "Mom, I just remembered, I still have a set of test papers to do, I have to hurry back to my room and do them."
My mother squinted her long, narrow phoenix eyes, neither speaking nor moving away, staring at me for a long time, until my scalp almost tingled , before slowly saying, "I'm asking you, did you steal my stockings again?"
My mind went blank for a moment, and I quickly pretended to be clueless: "Huh? What? What did I take?"
"My stockings! You didn't take them?"
"No, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Say it again," Mom glared at me.
"I really didn't, I really didn't take it. Why would I take your stockings?" I pretended to be both amused and exasperated.
Mom nodded and sneered, "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, will you?"
"Why would I want to see a coffin for no reason?" I felt increasingly uneasy.
Mom glared at me: "I just bought three pairs of stockings last week, and now one pair is missing. Beibei has n't been back for a while. Come on, tell me, who is the most likely suspect? It can't be your dad, can it?"
"Maybe... our house was burgled? Or maybe it's some pervert who specializes in stealing women's underwear?" I started talking nonsense because I was feeling guilty.
"I think you're the pervert."
I chuckled and said, "You're joking. Your son is so outstanding, how could he be considered a monster?"
"How should I know! How did a perfectly healthy son become a monster?"
Mom got a little anxious, then let out a long sigh, calmed down, and asked softly, "Tell Mom the truth, did you take it or not? Tell me the truth, and Mom promises not to hit you."
Although my mother has a bad temper, there is one commendable quality in her: she is trustworthy and keeps her word. If she says she won't lay a hand on someone, she absolutely won't.
But settling scores later is inevitable.
Now that things have come to this, I can tell that my mother already has the answer in her heart. The facts are there for all to see, so whether I admit it or not doesn't really matter. I might as well just be straightforward.
"Yes... I took... I took a pair."
"A pair?" Mom squinted at me.
"One, two... three pairs."
"What did you do with it?"
"Hmm... I gave it to Yiyi."
"Do you think your mother is stupid?" My mother has been through this before, so she must know what I did with her stockings. But even if I knew she knew, I couldn't admit it. It was too embarrassing.
Fortunately, Mom didn't press the matter further. She walked to the dressing table, sat down, beckoned me to come closer, and then asked with a serious expression, "Tell Mom the truth, besides stealing my stockings, have you stolen anything from other people outside? Or... done anything outrageous?"
I quickly raised my hand and swore, "No, absolutely not. I can guarantee you, one hundred percent not. Your son knows what he's doing. If I take your things, at most it's a family dispute, and you might beat me up if you get angry. But taking other people's things is illegal and a crime; it's a crime that will land you in jail."
"Wow ! You've thought this through quite clearly." Mom said with a wry smile, "You've put all your effort into this, always causing trouble. If you put some effort into your studies, you would save me so much worry."
"Yes, yes, I promise to study hard and make things easier for you."
"Go back now. Remember what I just said, and think it over carefully. If there's a next time, I'll spank your ass."
As I left my parents' bedroom, I let out a long sigh of relief. I was covered in a cold sweat, and my heart was still pounding rapidly .
My mother's meaning was very clear just now. She knew what I had done, but she saved me face by not saying it outright.
And she must have known that I was fully aware of it, which is why she added that warning at the end.
After returning to my bedroom, I took out a pair of black pantyhose from a small box at the bottom of the bookshelf drawer and gently rubbed them against my face. These were pantyhose that my mother had taken off and thrown into the laundry basket half a month ago without washing. I hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to steal them, and I was worried about them for quite a while.
It seems I really can't keep stealing my mom's stockings to masturbate anymore. This pair of my mom's black, used stockings is my last collection, so I have to cherish it.
In the following days, the girl did not appear at the school gate again. I tried to subtly inquire about her with my dad, but he seemed very wary and told me to stay away from her.
Although I don't know what that girl is trying to do, I think we should just let this matter rest.
Until one weekend afternoon, I made an appointment with Lu Yiyi to go to the bookstore together, of course, secretly without the knowledge of my two mothers.
Our two houses are not far apart, but she insisted that I take the bus out for a while and then meet her at the bookstore entrance.
There were quite a few people at the bus stop. Just as I was idly waiting for the No. 6 bus to come, someone suddenly stood up next to me. I subconsciously turned my head to take a look and saw that it was a pretty young girl.
She wore two boxer braids, a loose-fitting sports jacket, and loose-fitting jeans; her small face was lightly made up, and her big, bright eyes with long, curved eyelashes fluttered as she looked at me with a dazed and adorable expression , like a helpless and pitiful little animal. It was my dad's colleague's daughter.
She stared at me, I stared at her, and after a moment of silence, I grinned and said, "Hey beautiful, you have a crush on me?"
She had her hands in her shirt pockets, looked at me blankly, and asked, "Who are you?"
Her voice is light and melodious, soft yet slightly husky, with a touch of anime-like charm; it's very cute and pleasant to listen to.
"You don't recognize me?"
I chuckled and said, "I'm a handsome guy ."
She rolled her eyes and ignored me.
I didn't mind and smiled as I pressed on, "Don't you think I look familiar? Have we met somewhere before? Oh, I remember now."
I pretended to suddenly realize something and asked, "Does your dad work at the Water Resources Bureau?"
"Yes, my dad works at the Water Resources Bureau."
"That's right." I clapped my hands. "My dad also works at the Water Resources Bureau, we must have met before. What's your name?"
She glanced at me but didn't say anything. I didn't mind. Sensing the bus was coming soon, I smiled and asked her, "Hey beautiful, where are you going?"
"Where are you going?" she asked back.
"I'm going to Xinhua Bookstore."
"I'll go to Xinhua Bookstore too."
"Hey, what a coincidence!"
Just then, bus number 6 pulled into the station, and we boarded the bus one after the other, following the flow of people.
Bus route 6 is a popular route with many passengers. If you board in the middle section, you're lucky if you can even find a place to stand, let alone a seat.
I squeezed into the middle of the bus with the girl. It was packed, people were shoulder to shoulder , but not as crowded as a sardine can.
Although I said it was a coincidence, I didn't really believe it. I was sure this girl was after me, but I couldn't figure out why.
"Is there something you need from me?"
I tentatively asked, "Are you in some kind of trouble and want my help?"
She glanced at me but didn't say anything.
I continued, "Just tell me what you need, don't be shy. I love helping others, especially pretty girls."
She remained silent.
Looking at her small face, I suddenly realized something and asked, "How old are you?"
"fifteen."
"So you're the same age as my sister. No, are you taking the college entrance exam this year?"
Her eyes darted around, looking somewhat bewildered, clearly not understanding what I meant.
Just then, the bus pulled into the station, a few people got off and a few more got on. The passenger in front of me changed from an elderly woman to a young woman wearing a floral dress and black stockings.
My gaze instinctively moved towards her thighs. Although they couldn't compare to my mother's, they still had some charm.
I stared at it for a while, then suddenly remembered that there was someone else next to me. I turned my head and saw that the girl was also turning her head to look at me. She must have seen everything I did.
I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment. Her gaze slowly moved down, from me to my legs, and then back to my face. Her eyes blinked, looking somewhat bewildered and innocent.
Suddenly, she grabbed my right wrist and slowly lifted it up.
I didn't know what she meant, and just as I was about to speak, she took my hand and placed it on the young woman's thigh.
She exclaimed in surprise, turned her head and glared at me. I looked at her blankly, not knowing what to do. Then she slapped me across the face.
...
I was mistaken for a pervert on the bus by the passengers who came to my aid, and they took me to the police station.
Calling me a pervert is one thing, but calling me a "public transport pervert" is an insult and a personal attack.
How could such a sensible child like me do such a despicable thing in public? I was clearly framed.
Unfortunately, the helpful passengers and the police officers at the police station wouldn't listen to my explanation. They were indignant and unanimously accused me of molesting women on a bus at such a young age. What would I be like when I grow up?
The person whose thigh I touched became even more enraged, kicking and punching, and frantically scratching my face.
I know she's a victim, and I'm not angry, but I'm a victim too!
The most hateful thing is that little girl, who framed me and then disappeared without a trace.
They originally intended for school leaders to come and pick me up, but after my tearful pleas and recounting that I was about to take the college entrance exam, they finally agreed to only notify my parents. Actually, besides my mother, there was someone else more suitable to come to the police station to take me out, but it was a bit embarrassing, and I didn't want her to know.
Unfortunately, things just happen by chance; what you fear most is exactly what happens.
I sat in the police station's interrogation room, anxiously tapping my heels, imagining how furious my mother would be when she arrived. The worst part was that I couldn't explain this matter to her.
Just then, a man outside said, "Sister Rong is back."
Then a spirited and cheerful female voice said, "You're back. This lad drank too much and beat his wife again. Bring him back to sober him up."
A muffled male voice said, "I...I...no , I didn't hit anyone. Police, police...Auntie, I was just...playing around with my wife."
"Who's your aunt? Hey, hey, where are you going? Stay in this room."
A drunk middle-aged man was pushed in by a policewoman in her forties. She was wearing a dark blue police uniform, had an oval face, a ponytail, and was about 1.7 meters tall. Although she was middle-aged, she was very slender, with sharp eyes and a heroic air.
I know this person very well; I never expected to run into her here.
I was afraid she would recognize me, so I quickly turned to the side, lowered my head, and covered my face.
The policewoman turned and took two steps, then suddenly stopped, backed up to the doorway, and peered at me.
"Ling Xiaodong?"
Seeing that I couldn't hide it any longer, I looked up and smiled, "Aunt Rong, what a coincidence! When did you start working here? Weren't you at the Chengguan District Police Station?"
She is Lu Yiyi's mother, my future mother-in-law, Shen Rong.
"I've been here for six months." Aunt Rong, dressed in a police uniform, with her hands in her pockets, looked me up and down and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I…" I stood up, struck a pose, and said in a seemingly calm manner, "I've come to see you."
She certainly didn't believe me. She stared at me for a moment, then turned and called out, "Zhao Xiaojun, come here for a second."
"What's wrong?" A young male police officer walked to the door.
Rong pointed at me and asked, "What happened to him?"
The male police officer glanced at me, laughed, and said, "Him? Haha, he was caught red-handed groping a woman on the bus."
I quickly protested, "I'm innocent! I've been framed!"
Rong frowned and asked me, "So did you touch someone's thigh or not?"
"I...I did touch it. But...but..." I stammered.
"But what is it?" Aunt Rong stared at me with a serious expression.
I scratched my head, unsure how to explain it to her. I had already explained for a long time, but no one believed me, so I simply started making things up: "I am just the one receiving the force, and there is another one exerting the force, which exerted a force on me and pushed my hand onto that older sister's leg. So, I am also a victim, and the real perpetrator is the one exerting the force."
"And what about the entity that exerts the force?"
"have no idea."
"Nonsense." Aunt Rong glanced at me and turned to leave.
I didn't want her to know about this, but now that she does, it would be best if she could help me resolve it.
I hurried to the door and called out, "Aunt Rong."
Aunt Rong turned around and glared at me, saying sternly, "Your Aunt Rong isn't here ."
"Police auntie." Seeing that she didn't look too good, I quickly changed my address to "Police sister."
"What is it?"
I smiled ingratiatingly and said, "You are my elder, you watched me grow up, and you are my guardian. I have a favor to ask you. Could you please tell them not to notify my mother yet, and take me back?"
Rong scoffed, " Oh , you're afraid your mom will find out? Aren't you innocent?"
"I am innocent, but my mother can't tell right from wrong."
If she comes, she'll definitely give me a good beating without saying a word.
"Serves him right, always causing trouble."
Rong tilted her head slightly and glanced at me sideways: "I haven't settled accounts with you yet regarding Yiyi's matter."
I was afraid she'd bring this up and I'd be too scared to say anything.
About half an hour later, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor in the corridor . The sound was crisp, clear, and powerful. I was startled and thought to myself, "They're here."
Before I could react, my mother strode in.
She was still dressed in her usual office lady attire: a gray suit skirt, black velvet pantyhose, and black pointed high heels. It seemed she had been summoned directly from the company.
My mother glared at me the moment she walked in the door. She stomped over in her high heels, swung her bag, and hurled it at me, yelling angrily, "Ling Xiaodong, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now!"
I quickly covered my head and explained, "Mom, please listen to me, it's really a misunderstanding, please listen to me first!"
My mom wouldn't listen to my explanation at all; she just chased after me, hitting me in circles.
Aunt Rong stood at the door, hands in her pockets, looking at my mother and me with a half-smile.