"You... you're back so early? Mom... hasn't made breakfast yet?" Seeing me come in, my mother was taken aback, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She then averted her gaze and continued scrubbing the pot, speaking softly and without confidence.
"Oh... I've already eaten..." I replied casually before heading into my bedroom.
Is Mom scrubbing the pot?
Did Daguo... ejaculate into the rice pot last night?
The fact that Mom hasn't made breakfast yet can only mean one thing: she woke up late this morning. Did she have trouble sleeping last night?
Well, it makes sense. Last night, not only did Daguo ejaculate on her face, but some even ended up in her mouth.
Facial and oral ejaculation?
That's already crossing a significant line, no wonder Mom is like this... Thinking about it, I sighed inwardly. Should I intervene or let it continue?
Last night, in every moment between Mom and Daguo, her eyes showed hesitation time and again, indicating she was tempted multiple times but couldn't overcome that final mental barrier.
Since Mom hesitated, it means she has needs and expectations. Perhaps her relationship with Daguo is a double-edged sword.
After Mom finished making breakfast, even though I had already eaten, I sat with her and ate a little, just to offer some subtle "comfort." However, the thought that Daguo might have ejaculated into the rice pot made me slightly nauseous during the meal. Mom, on the other hand, showed no discomfort—after all, she had already had Daguo's semen in her mouth last night.
Still, Mom acted perfectly normal at the table, though her eyes were slightly bloodshot.
On this Sunday, Daguo didn't come to my house again. Perhaps he was giving my mom some space to process things.
However, I couldn't help feeling a slight resentment toward Daguo. How could this guy start acting on his own without telling me?
If I hadn't secretly installed surveillance cameras at home, I would never have discovered all this. Maybe it was fate.
Still, I didn't hold much of a grudge against Daguo. After all, I had already slept with his mother twice, and last night was especially wild. Between the two of us, I was clearly the one who had gained more.
In the days that followed, I threw myself into my final sprint for the upcoming final exams, which were less than two weeks away.
During school hours, I rarely saw Daguo. Whenever I had a moment, I would check the home surveillance feed and see my mom alone at home—Daguo never showed up.
Here, I have to thank Teacher An. It turned out Daguo was being kept under strict supervision by her, busy with his own revision.
Even by the following weekend, Daguo still hadn't come to my house, as if he had given up on my mom.
But I had a feeling that once summer break began, something stormy and significant would happen.
Everything seemed to be building up, quietly brewing, waiting for the right moment to erupt.
In class, Teacher An often glanced in my direction. Whenever our eyes met, a subtle light would flicker in her gaze—an emotion only I could understand.
During breaks, she would even make a point of passing by my desk, pausing briefly. Each time, I would lower my head… Her affection for me was unmistakable, yet only I could perceive it.
Well, maybe Daguo noticed too…
Two weeks later, the final exams finally ended. I did fairly well, and Daguo seemed in good spirits too—at least his grades were bound to improve.
Summer vacation lasted nearly a month and a half. Every year, my mom would take me out to explore, not just for fun but also to broaden my horizons.
In the past, she only took me to local amusement parks or parks in our city. But this year, she planned to take me to another city.
Our family's financial situation had improved, and Mom was more willing to spend money on me.
Just before we were about to leave, we received a call from Daguo, inviting my mom and me to his house for dinner. He mentioned that Teacher An had specifically asked for my mom to come as well.
Mom and Teacher An had known each other before, though they didn't interact much. Most of their connection came from my friendship with Daguo.
At first, Mom declined, but after Teacher An personally called her, she felt too awkward to refuse again.
Actually, Mom and Teacher An became acquainted because of Daguo and me. Teacher An was my physics teacher. Once, when she had some health issues, it was Mom who gave her advice on how to recover. They had each other on WeChat but rarely chatted, as both were single mothers with busy schedules.
Still, when Mom hesitated, she seemed troubled. In the past, this wouldn't have been a big deal. Perhaps now, she was reluctant to see Daguo, especially after what had happened between them that day.
During the phone call, it seemed Teacher An had something she wanted to consult my mother about. I couldn't tell whether it was just an excuse to invite Mom over for dinner or if there was something more to it.
But the secrets between them wouldn't be shared with me—after all, adult matters weren't something a child could pry into.
"Sister, you're here! Welcome, welcome..." I led my mother into Teacher An's home, and Teacher An quickly came forward to greet us, still wearing her apron. Teacher An was 38, while Mom was only 35, so Teacher An always called Mom "little sister," and Mom referred to her as "big sister."
"Auntie, hello..." And then there was Daguo, that shameless guy, who greeted my mother without a hint of embarrassment. If I hadn't seen the surveillance footage from that day, I would never have noticed anything unusual about him.
Although Mom tried hard to act composed, her expression tightened slightly the moment she saw Daguo, but she quickly regained her composure.
I greeted Teacher An, and when she responded, she gently touched my cheek. To Mom, it seemed like the affectionate gesture of an elder and a teacher, but I could feel the warmth radiating from Teacher An's palm.
Teacher An had prepared an exceptionally lavish dinner. At the table, Daguo and I sat together, while Teacher An and Mom sat side by side.
Being around the same age and both single mothers, they had a lot in common.
Mom thanked Teacher An for her "care" in helping with my studies, and Teacher An expressed gratitude for Mom's health advice. They also shared the struggles of raising children alone—topics they usually couldn't discuss with anyone else.
At emotional moments, tears welled up in both Teacher An's and Mom's eyes. Daguo and I occasionally exchanged glances, feeling utterly helpless.
At Teacher An's suggestion, perhaps because Mom had finally found someone to confide in, the two of them clinked glasses and started drinking red wine.
I had never seen Mom drink before, and I hadn't either—how old was I, after all? Seeing it was just red wine, I didn't try to stop her. After all, it's best for kids not to meddle in adult affairs.
Besides, I had secretly tasted red wine before—it was sweet, almost like a soft drink, with very low alcohol content.
What I didn't realize at the time was that the red wine I had tried was just grape wine, not the real deal. Authentic red wine has a much stronger kick.
Soon, both Mom's and Teacher An's cheeks were flushed. At the table, Teacher An praised me, saying I was a good student and that, under my influence, Daguo's grades had improved significantly.
When Teacher An complimented me, her beautiful eyes lingered on me, making me feel a little shy.
By the end, both of them were clearly tipsy. I quickly tried to persuade Mom and Teacher An to stop, but that jerk Daguo had to contradict me: "We're on vacation anyway, with nothing else to do. Let them enjoy themselves..." Daguo gleefully brought out another bottle of red wine, and surprisingly, both Teacher An and Mom agreed with him.
Anyone who's been around drinkers knows that once someone is drunk, it's hard to stop them—they drink as if it were water.
Mom and Teacher An kept encouraging each other to drink, and soon two bottles of red wine were empty. Their faces were now deeply flushed.
Daguo and I had finished eating long ago. I stayed at the table, waiting for Mom to finish so we could head home as soon as possible.
"Sis, don't go back tonight. Stay at my place—I still have so much to talk to you about..." After the wine ran out, Teacher An held Mom's hand and said. The two of them had endless topics to discuss and grew particularly sentimental after drinking.
"Alright, I also have many things I want to share with you..." Mom replied with a faint smile. Though tipsy, she maintained her composure perfectly.
"Huh..." Hearing Mom's agreement, I froze momentarily. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Daguo. A subtle flicker of delight crossed his face upon learning Mom would stay overnight.
"Hah..." I quietly let out a sigh of relief. I'd been overthinking things. With Teacher An here, what was there to worry about?
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