Hand in hand, Mom and Teacher An entered Teacher An's bedroom and immediately began chatting. It seemed they were going to discuss private matters behind closed doors.
Research shows women often converse more openly than men after drinking.
But now I felt slightly concerned—would Mom and Teacher An bring up topics related to me and Daguo?
Would Teacher An reveal what happened between us to Mom?
Would Mom confess her relationship with Daguo to Teacher An?
Drunken words are sober thoughts—they mustn't slip up.
But upon reflection, it seemed impossible. Though intoxicated, both remained fully conscious.
What happened between Teacher An and me was a sensitive topic, unacceptable to society. No matter how open-minded Mom might be, she would never approve if she knew.
The same went for Teacher An.
"Phew..." After Mom and Teacher An entered the bedroom, Daguo exhaled deeply, put on an apron, and began cleaning up.
When it came to self-sufficiency, I was far behind Daguo. He moved with practiced ease—clearing the table, washing dishes and chopsticks while wearing that apron.
"Xiao Yang, your luggage is still in that bedroom. You can rest there tonight..." Soon after, Teacher An came out and told me. Mom didn't follow.
"What about my mom?" I couldn't help asking Teacher An.
"She'll stay with me..." As she said this, Teacher An narrowed her eyes and made a suggestive gesture behind her back, startling me.
"Okay..." I nodded in agreement. If Mom was sleeping with Teacher An, nothing would happen. Except... I wouldn't get any chance for intimacy either.
Eventually, Daguo pushed me into the bedroom. I lay on the bed while he continued tidying up quietly.
This was already my third time staying in this small bedroom, and I was gradually getting familiar with both the room and the bed.
This bedroom happened to be adjacent to Teacher An's. Though Mom was once again close to Daguo, I wasn't worried he'd try anything inappropriate.
There was no way Daguo would sneak into Teacher An's room in the middle of the night and do something to Mom right beside Teacher An... Suddenly curious, I wondered what Mom and Teacher An were discussing in the bedroom. I got up and pressed my ear against the partition wall between our rooms.
I could only make out their muffled murmuring—none of the actual words were discernible.
Before long, the sounds from the kitchen faded away, followed by the sound of a bedroom door opening and closing.
The voices from the adjacent bedroom also ceased—it seemed Mother and Teacher An had fallen asleep as well.
Now the entire house was eerily silent, so quiet it felt like the calm before a storm.
But then I thought I was probably worrying over nothing. With Teacher An and Mother sharing a bedroom, even if Da Guo had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on Mother.
The same went for Teacher An. Even with a hundred times the courage, she wouldn't dare come looking for me at this hour. What if Mother found out?
Perhaps it was all just my wild imagination, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what. After a while, I started feeling the urge to pee.
There was no helping it—I'd had too many drinks tonight. I got out of bed quietly, slipped on my slippers, and slowly opened the door.
The door to this small bedroom didn't have a lock, so it made very little sound when opening or closing.
After cautiously stepping out, I walked through the kitchen and headed toward the bathroom.
Once I finished, I left the bathroom but paused at the doorway instead of going back inside.
Instead, I went over to the kitchen window and sat down on a chair. The faint moonlight outside cast a dim glow, but I was wide awake.
It had been half a month since the last time I was intimate with Teacher An. To say I didn't miss her would be a lie.
Even for married couples, going half a month without intimacy would probably make their reunion feel like a second honeymoon.
Now that Mother was staying at Da Guo's place too, I couldn't help but recall the last time I saw her and Da Guo together—especially the image of Mother taking his penis in her mouth, ending with a facial. The thought made my own penis harden.
I reached down and touched my erect member through my tight briefs. It was so stiff it felt like it might tear through the fabric.
I sat there in the kitchen, not turning on any lights, like a ghost hidden completely in the darkness.
Click… I don't know how much time had passed, but a soft sound startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Whose door had opened?
Was it Mother or Teacher An getting up for the night?
Then, I heard faint footsteps. I quickly rose from the chair, crouched below the windowsill, and hid sideways behind the dining table.
I'm not sure why I hid—perhaps it was just instinct.
Peeking out from behind the table, I saw a figure in pink enter the bathroom, followed by the sound of urination.
It was Teacher An. Even though I couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, I recognized that pink pajama set all too well.
After coming out of the bathroom, Teacher An paused at the doorway, then glanced in the direction of my bedroom.
To my surprise… she started walking toward my room.
Her footsteps were so light they were almost soundless.
Oh my god, was Teacher An really coming to find me?
With Mother right here, did she really have the nerve?
Ah, but Teacher An had been drinking. Alcohol emboldens the timid—maybe the wine had given her the courage to do this.
Besides, I'd heard that red wine can have an aphrodisiac effect, especially on women.
What a miscalculation! If Teacher An entered my bedroom and found me not there, then…
At that moment, cold sweat trickled down my back. What should I do now?
Go out directly?
No, I could only continue hiding behind the desk.
However, after Teacher An walked to the door of my bedroom, she stood still for a moment before turning around and heading back into the hallway.
With a soft click of the door closing, Teacher An returned to her bedroom.
At this moment, I couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh. So, Ms. An had only used the restroom as an excuse to check outside my bedroom door.
Perhaps Ms. An was feeling restless too?
If my mother hadn't been here, she would definitely have pushed the door open and come in. The thought made my breathing quicken involuntarily.
Having been with Ms. An twice already, I was truly addicted. That feeling was something only those who had experienced it could understand. Moreover, Ms. An's skills in bed were exceptional—uninhibited and seductive.
"Hah..." I let out a soft sigh. I had been genuinely nervous just now. If my mother hadn't been in the bedroom, I would have taken advantage of this excitement to actively enter Ms. An's room, and then... Next time, I must take the initiative.
"Click..." Just as I was about to stand up, another soft sound of a door opening echoed.
I had no choice but to crouch back down.
I had intended to get up and return to my bedroom, but now I couldn't go back.
This time, when I saw the figure that emerged, I froze in disbelief. I had assumed it would be Da Guo, but... the person who came out was wearing a set of red pajamas. I recognized this set very well. I remembered that half a month ago, when Ms. An came to my bedroom to have sex with me, she was wearing this exact nightgown. And now, this nightgown was on my mother.
Thinking about it, it made sense. My mother had decided to stay here unexpectedly tonight and hadn't had time to prepare a nightgown, so she had no choice but to wear Ms. An's.
At this moment, my mother was walking a bit slowly, her steps seeming somewhat unsteady. My mother couldn't hold her liquor well—she was even worse than Ms. An.
She must have been feeling dizzy. After my mother entered the bathroom, the light inside turned on, followed by the soft sound of her urinating.
Hearing the sound of my mother relieving herself, my heartbeat quickened slightly, and I couldn't help but recall... the scene between my mother and Da Guo half a month ago.
I should take advantage of this gap to hurry back to my bedroom. If my mother or the others discovered me crouching here, I would have a hard time explaining myself.
"Click..." Just as I stood up and was about to take a step, another soft door-opening sound rang out, and I immediately crouched back down.
I was really fed up. Was this some kind of plot to keep me from returning to my bedroom?
Wait, who had come out now?
Ms. An had already come out, my mother was currently in the bathroom, and I was crouching here. That meant the only one who could have come out now was... Da Guo?
Sure enough, Da Guo's figure appeared in my line of sight. He, too, walked to the bathroom door.
However, the bathroom light was on, and my mother had just finished relieving herself—the sounds from inside had stopped.
"Click..." Soon, the bathroom door opened, and my mother walked out, yawning. She didn't notice that someone was standing outside the door—it was Da Guo...
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