Chapter 3: The Reading Group
As soon as I got home, I saw my mom's gentle and beautiful face.
"You're back, come eat quickly." Mom said with a smile as bright as a flower.
Looking at mom in her snow-white V-neck sweater, her ample chest paired with a simple floral skirt, she looked like a sacred and inviolable motherly saint.
Thinking that in a few days, Xu Jun, that bastard, would defile the sacred milk on her chest, my heart ached.
But there's no turning back now. It seems that ever since Xu Jun gave me those pornographic books, he's had me trapped.
I'm a bit puzzled does he know about his own mother's situation?
So, forcing a smile, I said, "Mom, there's an environmental poster competition at school. Since there's a break next week, I suggested to my classmates that we work on it at our house."
"Oh, that's good. It's nice to participate in some extracurricular activities and relax."
I nodded, "Right. So… you agree, Mom?"
"Why wouldn't I agree? It'll be lively having a few people over." Mom smiled.
"Then, the day after tomorrow, Mom will cook a few more of her signature dishes to let them know how good your cooking is." Mom rolled up her sleeves, looking motivated.
All I could do was smile bitterly and shake my head in my heart. Changing the subject, I said, "Mom, what did you make today?"
"You'll know when you see it. When has Mom ever made something you didn't like?" Mom gave me a sidelong glance.
"Okay, let's eat quickly before the food gets cold."
After dinner, mom rubbed her fragrant shoulders and said, "I'm so tired. Every time after eating, thinking about all those dishes makes me feel exhausted."
Seeing this, I immediately said, "Mom, I'll wash the dishes. You just sit and watch TV to rest."
Mom slowly shook her head, "You, instead of spending time washing dishes, you should read a couple more books. You're in your second year of high school, and the pressure will only increase. Just focus on your studies. I'll wash the dishes. You go study."
My enthusiasm was dampened. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Mom, I just got back from the library. I was just about to rest and now you want me to study again. Is there no justice in this world?"
Mom couldn't help but laugh, "Stop making excuses. Don't use dishwashing as a reason. Mom already sees through you, go on."
I was quite frustrated, but mom's next words immediately lifted my spirits.
"After you study for a while, come help me massage my shoulders." Mom tapped her fragrant shoulders to hint.
"Okay, okay, no problem." I nodded eagerly. This is a chance I get every time to openly have contact with my mom. How could I miss it?
But washing dishes doesn't take that long.
I snatched the dishes from mom's hands, "There are a lot of dishes today, let's wash them together."
Mom showed a gratified smile. My son has finally grown up a little.
Mom's hands are as slender as scallions, as white as congealed lard. The way she washes dishes is as beautiful as a painting, her ample breasts trembling as she moves. I really want to take a bite.
Wait, mom doesn't seem to be wearing a bra. The outline of her nipples is faintly visible.
I got hard.
"Wash the dishes, what are you looking at?" Mom's pretty face turned pink.
"Oh no, the apron I'm wearing today is too thin. My nipples must have been seen by my son. Ah, my son's little brother has grown up." Mom didn't cover up, as that would be even more awkward. Well, since it's my son who saw, she thought, and then she proudly pushed out her ample chest.
"Hehe, mom is so beautiful. I envy dad for marrying such a beauty."
"Hehehe." A pleasant laugh. Mom tapped my head, "Little man, big ideas."
I turned my head and focused on washing the dishes. If I didn't turn, my pants would burst. "Let's finish quickly, mom. I'll massage your shoulders later. You must be tired after teaching all day and coming home to cook and wash dishes."
"Okay, today I'll enjoy my filial son's service."
With my mind wandering, I subtly adjusted my almost-erupting dragon.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, then walked to the living room. Mom was sitting on the sofa, resting her chin on one hand, watching TV.
Her delicate posture made me swallow hard. Slowly walking behind her, with slightly hurried breathing, I gently placed my two hands on mom's shoulders.
Although I've massaged mom like this countless times, each time still makes me a bit nervous and excited, perhaps because I have ulterior motives, I silently thought.
Mom didn't react with surprise to the sudden hands on her shoulders.
She had already heard my footsteps, and this kind of massage isn't the first time. Mom is used to it.
What mom doesn't know is that every time her son massages her shoulders, he is always staring down at the faint glimpses of her chest.
If she turned around, she would notice. But who would know that her own son harbors such impure thoughts toward her?
At this moment, I am massaging mom's fragrant shoulders in the gentlest way. But if Xu Jun were here, he would surely look down on me.
Why? Because my body is pressed tightly against the back of the sofa. If anyone were to observe carefully, they would notice a bulge in my lower body.
That's right. While massaging, I am also staring at mom. Her shirt isn't buttoned all the way up. In fact, a few buttons are undone.
So, I can see the snow-white cleavage and that pink nipple clearly.
And I am pressing my lower body against her, as if to feel my mom's warm, soft body.
This is less like helping my mom massage and more like defiling her.
While massaging and fantasizing, there is actually a deeper desire in my heart.
That is, I wish my hands could press a bit lower, move a bit closer to the center.
Unfortunately, from the first massage until now, I have never dared to cross that line.
This is also why mom never suspects anything.
All this will soon be broken. The forbidden no, the sacred area on mom's chest will soon be violated by Xu Jun's hands. I think angrily.
While fantasizing and resenting, mom suddenly said, "Okay, mom feels much better. Thank you, my good son." Only then did I snap out of it. Time really flies.
Secretly feeling regret, I had no choice but to withdraw my two lustful hands.
"Okay, I'll watch some TV. You study for a while and then go to bed." I actually really like hearing my mom's soft, gentle, and slightly ethereal voice. Sometimes I wish mom would repeat her words several times, though that's impossible. But this kind of voice is something only I get to hear at home.
Outside, mom's voice is always cold and indifferent, keeping people at a distance.
Back in my room, I closed the door and sat at the desk. But I didn't open my books. Instead, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Xu Jun, "I'm ready here. Have you arranged everything on your side?"
Within seconds, Xu Jun replied, "Everything's arranged. All is ready except for the east wind."
It seems Xu Jun has been waiting for this news for a long time, I thought silently.
This time, let Xu Jun have a taste of sweetness. Next time, it's my turn. I comforted myself like this.
But thinking that mom's sacred chest will soon be defiled by someone other than dad, I still feel depressed. This contradictory feeling is slowly fermenting into a cuckquean scenario, I couldn't help but think.
On Monday, when Zhao He entered the classroom, all the boys were attracted to her, even Zhang Feng next to me was no exception. I barely managed to lift my head and open one eye to look. She was dressed in a sweet style, wearing a yellow belted chiffon dress that ended about 15 cm below the knees, with a round hem. She wasn't wearing stockings, and her delicate, snow-white feet were in a pair of 9 cm khaki high heels. Her hairstyle had changed today, tied into a ponytail, making her look cute and playful. It seems beautiful women are natural models, showing off their temperament in any outfit.
Ms. Zhao's outfit today was absolutely perfect, but for someone who was about to die from exhaustion, sleep was the first instinct.
Even if an extremely gorgeous beauty stood naked in front of you now, you would be unmoved, because you no longer have the energy to look or think.
Clearly, I was in this situation. The only thing I needed to do was sleep. After glancing with one eye, I quickly collapsed onto the desk and started sleeping.
Just as I was sleeping soundly, someone patted me several times. As someone who was sleeping, I couldn't stand it. I lifted my head, ready to scold Zhang Feng sitting behind me.
But it turned out it wasn't Zhang Feng who patted me, but Ms. Zhao.
At this moment, the whole class looked over. Many classmates looked at me with gloating eyes, hoping to see something they expected, while Zhang Feng behind me helplessly shrugged, thinking, "Brother, I can't help you this time."
Facing the gaze of the whole class, I felt my face burning. What bad luck.
I saw Ms. Linlin looking at me with slight anger, as if she hadn't expected the person who swore to be her knight to be sleeping in her class.
"Yu Di, did you sleep well?" Ms. Zhao asked coldly, looking a bit annoyed.
"If math makes you so sleepy, I suggest you go out and wake up."
"Ms. Zhao, you're wronging me. I just stayed up late doing math problems last night and couldn't hold on today."
"Oh, so you're saying I can't teach you? Go out."
"Ms. Zhao can punish me however she wants, but I have to do what I have to do."
"Alright, then go to the blackboard and solve this problem. Let me see what you learned last night."
Without a word, I stood up and walked to the podium.
"Wait." Ms. Zhao quickly walked to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, changed something, and then stood aside with her arms crossed, quietly watching me.
I looked at her, then at the question, "I know Ms. Zhao is doing this for my own good, but I believe I can do it."
It was just an elliptic function. Oh, she added an unknown variable. I walked slowly and steadily, writing as I went.
The classroom was silent. Everyone knew that ordinary difficult problems couldn't stump me. No one knew why Ms. Zhao was so angry, or why she was being so hard on me.
Ms. Zhao and I both knew clearly. At first, she was really angry, but later she was hinting at me to give up joining the reading group.
I didn't want to give up, and told her I could do it.
She deliberately increased the difficulty, using this math problem to tell me that facing the reading group would be even harder and riskier.
Soon, I finished. She stared at me for a long time, waved her hand, and said, "Go back to your seat. Listen carefully later."
"Sorry, Ms. Zhao. I'll definitely pay attention." I said softly.
Ms. Zhao's mood was complicated. Whether the problem was solved correctly wasn't the point. The point was that I didn't flinch or retreat in the face of challenge and everyone's gaze. After finishing, I wasn't arrogant either. She was a bit shaken.
At noon, after lunch, I was about to go to mom's room to rest for a while, when I ran into Ms. Zhao.
"Yu Di, wait."
"What's up, Ms. Zhao?"
"Come to my room with me. We need to talk."
The room was quiet for a long time. "In 2017, the year before last, a new drug manufacturing and trafficking group appeared in the Wushan area. Because it was a local group, with high purity and large supply to the surrounding areas, it quickly occupied a large share in Wushan, Longyuan, and Xinyang. During this period, there were confrontations between the new and old groups. We learned about this new group through the conflicts between drug trafficking groups. Each group has its own characteristics. The characteristic of the reading group is that its members are generally young, the drug output is large, and the prices fluctuate greatly. In 2018, when the Wushan anti-drug team raided an abandoned warehouse in the suburban port area of Wushan, they were ambushed. Only 10 out of 30 anti-drug police and 50 armed police survived. Although the sacrifice was great, we learned a lot of information. Among them, Songling High School is the drug transit station for the reading group's students. I am posing as a teacher at Songling High School to investigate."
"I have a question. Are you called Zhao He?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Ms. Zhao looked confused, but had to continue.
"Drugs are harmful. Drug manufacturing and trafficking groups are even more ruthless. They only care about money. You need to think carefully. Don't say undercover, even just joining the reading group normally is very risky. I don't know where you read those knight novels, but I just want to say, I'm not a princess, and you're not a knight. Don't risk your life on a whim."
"Comrade Zhao He, although I'm underage, I'm already 17 and can bear the consequences of my choices. Besides, a knight's oath must be kept. Comrade Zhao He, if I die, will you be sad?"
Ms. Zhao was a bit irritable. She knew she couldn't stop me. That last question made her think of her husband.
"A ghost would cry for you."
"Ah, my heart is broken. Alright, then it's settled. Comrade Zhao He, from now on, I'm your subordinate. Tell me more about the reading group."
Looking at Ms. Zhao's focused gaze, I unconsciously lost myself.
I felt waves of fragrance beside me, as if I were strolling through a sea of flowers with Ms. Zhao, or maybe it was the scent of Ms. Zhao herself.
Without realizing it, I fell asleep on her plump thigh.