"Bzzz... bzzz..." In that very moment, the phone Mom had placed on the table suddenly vibrated. Though the abrupt sound wasn't loud, it was enough to startle both Mom and Daguo, who were deeply immersed in their passionate state.
It was the notification for a WeChat video call. Hearing it, Mom immediately withdrew her hand from Daguo's penis, startled.
Seated on the chair in the livestream area, with her phone nearby, Mom quickly glanced at the screen and answered the call, simultaneously signaling Daguo to stay quiet.
"Hello, Sister Zhang..." Mom picked up the phone as she answered, addressing the caller.
Daguo, however, was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected a WeChat video call to interrupt them at such a critical moment. Before he could react, Mom had already answered, leaving him no time to stop her.
Now that the call was connected, and it seemed to be someone Mom knew well, Daguo couldn't force her to hang up. If the other person overheard anything, they might suspect something was wrong and even call the police.
The scare caused Daguo's previously rigid penis to soften slightly.
The scene was rather peculiar: Mom sat on the chair, engaged in the video call, while Daguo stood opposite her, his now-limp penis drooping as if deflated.
"Working out? You sound out of breath..." The woman on the other end of the call had a voice not as pleasant as Mom's.
Mom's face was flushed, and her hair was slightly disheveled. Under normal circumstances, she would have tidied herself up before answering a video call. But in this situation, the call served as her lifeline. With the call connected, Daguo didn't dare make any rash moves, and she managed to extricate herself from the predicament.
"Yeah, I just finished taking inventory and now I'm packing orders..." Mom replied, smoothing her hair with a hint of unease.
"I'm so envious of you, sis. Your sales are always so strong. You're bound to be this month's sales champion again..." The voice on the other end chimed in, likely from a regional agent, a colleague of Mom's.
"Not really, sales aren't that great lately..." Mom sighed softly and stood up, walking past Daguo. As she moved by him with the phone in hand, Daguo froze, not daring to make a sound.
After passing him, Mom subtly switched the camera from front-facing to rear-facing, effectively hiding Daguo from view. After all, he was still exposed.
Mom's voice grew fainter as she moved further away, eventually leaving the storeroom. I couldn't help but admire her quick thinking—she used the opportunity to escape the room, and Daguo didn't dare interfere.
Still, Mom took a considerable risk. Throughout the ordeal, I noticed she was tense and fearful.
If Daguo had truly lost control and acted recklessly, their relationship could have been exposed. Even though the caller wasn't from the same city, the risk of exposure was still very real.
But now it seems Mom had won her gamble. She had left the storeroom and appeared to have returned to the house.
Meanwhile, Daguo looked down dejectedly at his now-softened penis, pulled up his underwear, and after dressing properly, he couldn't help but glance toward the direction of the camera. Then, picking up his phone, he also turned and left the storeroom.
At this point, I switched the surveillance camera to the one in our yard. There was no other option—we only had two cameras installed in the house, one in the storeroom and one in the yard. There were none in any other locations.
Looking at the yard camera, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Mom had been far more thorough in her planning than I had anticipated.
Mom was now in the yard, not inside the house. If she had stayed indoors, she might have been forced into something by Daguo later... But now, having ended the video call, she was sitting on a chair in the yard. In broad daylight, Daguo wouldn't dare to try anything reckless.
Soon enough, Daguo appeared in the yard as well. Seeing that Mom had already ended the call, he seemed hesitant, as if wanting to say something but holding back.
Mom, meanwhile, sat in the chair fiddling with her phone, not even looking up, as if she hadn't noticed Daguo at all.
It was clear that Mom was genuinely angry and on guard against Daguo. If she just stayed seated in the yard a little longer, Daguo would have no choice but to leave when the time came.
I glanced at the time—Daguo was about due to leave.
"Auntie, I'm sorry... I'll go now..." After a long silence, Daguo finally spoke to Mom. But she didn't look up or respond, completely ignoring him.
With a sigh, Daguo left the yard, looking utterly defeated. Only after he had gone did Mom lift her head and glance in the direction he had left. There wasn't much anger in her eyes—only worry, conflict, and a trace of pain.
Not long after, Mom sighed, stood up, and went inside. I quickly switched back to the storeroom camera, but she wasn't there either. That meant she must have gone into the house. Perhaps she was washing her hands? Or maybe taking a shower?
Or perhaps... she was just staring blankly at a photo of Dad.
In her eyes earlier, I had seen guilt—maybe guilt toward Dad.
No matter what, what Mom had done hadn't wronged me or anyone else. The only person she might have wronged was Dad.
Everything fell into silence. I closed the video, took a deep breath, and rubbed my face. Then I walked out of the woods and over to the edge of the flower bed. There was still over half an hour until class started. Daguo was probably riding his bike back to school by now.
I have to admit, at that moment, I truly regretted it. Daguo's behavior had made me ache for Mom.
Often, people say nice things but don't follow through with actions.
Daguo was exactly like that—all talk and no action.
To be fair, what Daguo had done wasn't excessively out of line—just a normal reaction driven by a man's desires. But Mom's tears had woken me up. Seeing her cry made me think of Dad's departure and all the hardships and grievances Mom had endured for my sake over the years.
If Mom knew that all of this was arranged with my involvement as her son, I can't imagine how heartbroken she would be.
If Dad were watching from beyond the grave, what would he think of me, his son?
If I were to die someday and there really is an afterlife, how could I face Dad when we meet?
I was the one who orchestrated another man cuckolding him?
But even though I regret it, I truly want to cancel the agreement with Daguo now. However, while it would have been easy to stop earlier, it's complicated now... because I've already been intimate with Teacher An, at least partly thanks to Daguo's arrangements.
It's like a transaction: I've gained the benefit, but the other party hasn't received theirs. If I stop now, it would be unfair to Daguo.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration—had I been tricked by Daguo again?
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Daguo knows my personality and temperament well, aware that I value credibility above all.
No wonder he was in such a hurry to let me succeed first—once I did, I couldn't back out.
And Daguo also knows my indecisive nature, how I often change my mind and reverse previous decisions.
"Sigh…" I let out a heavy breath. When it comes to scheming, I really can't compare to Daguo.
Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. But thinking about how Daguo hung up on me and Mom's tears, I decided to talk to him. At worst, I could just avoid Teacher An from now on, right?
After all, aside from not having intercourse with Mom, he's gotten almost everything else—it's not like he's at a loss.
But no matter how long I waited, Daguo didn't come to the edge of the flower bed to find me. Could it be that he hadn't left our house?
I looked around and opened the surveillance feed on my phone again, but there was no sign of Mom or Daguo in the yard or the storage room.
Had Daguo turned back and returned to our house?
Were he and Mom inside?
I glanced at the time—only five minutes left until class. There wasn't enough time to check the playback...
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