"Brother Jie sending perks again?" I thought with delight. If there was a video, I'd have a clue, and finding out who Brother Jie was would be just around the corner! But the moment I opened the video, I saw the line of text below. Instantly, my entire body turned cold, as if all my blood had frozen. A chill surged from the soles of my feet straight to my heart.
"It's your mom." Just four simple words, paired with a two-minute edited video, made my world spin. I steadied myself and tremblingly tapped to play the video.
The woman in the video was 170 cm tall, with a 36D figure—curvy and voluptuous, identical to my mother's build! Most importantly, she was wearing that beige trench coat my mother had bought herself!! The woman in the video wore a pair of 30D black crotchless pantyhose and 10 cm pointed-toe black stilettos. To the hypnotic music of the edited video, she swayed her lewd body wantonly. Suddenly, the scene shifted to an office—the senior year office! I immediately recognized my mother's desk. The woman leaped onto it, assuming a bent-over position, arching her back and thrusting her large buttocks upward, bouncing rhythmically to the music. Then, two men wearing white masks appeared at the edges of the frame, each holding a massive, spike-covered fake penis. They slowly approached the woman to the hypnotic beat. In the final transition, the two men had vanished. The woman lay sprawled on the desk like a heap of limp flesh, still in the bent-over position. On the desk lay the enormous fake penis that had been used on her. Her black stockings were torn to shreds, and her size-36 feet dangled weakly over the edge of the desk. When I saw the woman's lower body, my mind went blank, and the world spun again. One of her pointed black stilettos was inserted toe-first into her vagina, the entire front half swallowed inside, stretching her into the shape of the high heel. The other shoe was positioned heel-down, the slender heel buried in her anus, the flat of the shoe resting against her buttocks as if a foot were pressing down on her relentlessly.
The video finished playing, and throughout the entire clip, the woman never showed her face. "Who is this woman?" I angrily demanded of Brother Jie. "I already told you, it's your mom. Believe it or not," came the reply in Big Brother Jie's tone. "I don't believe it. Show me the full video. I! Want! To! See! This! Woman's! Face!" I sent a voice message to Brother Jie, enunciating each word to convey my fury.
"I already said it's your mom, but you don't believe me. Fine, let's play a game. If you complete it, I'll send you the full version of this video," Big Brother Jie replied mockingly, as if I were already his plaything.
"No problem! I'll play with you." Even though I knew it was a trap, I had to try to uncover the truth, even if that truth led to an abyss.
"Tomorrow, I'll send you a package with the game instructions. Have fun!" A game! A game!! Another game!!! In your eyes, everything is just a game. I slammed my phone onto the bed in frustration.
After half an hour of calming down, I picked up my phone again and began to reason things out. First, the woman in the video never showed her face, so even if there was only a 1% chance, I had to assume she wasn't my mom. Plus, my mom had never worn high heels or stockings like that, which further increased the likelihood. Second, I was now certain that Brother Jie was two people, as evidenced by the two men in the video. Third, Brother Jie knew my home address, meaning he could be someone from the group chat or a teacher at school. Finally, Little Brother Jie had mentioned having a previous sex slave who was difficult to handle. The worst-case scenario was that even if this woman was my mom, I had to try to save her... I didn't dare think any further.
"If you want to play games, then I'll play with you," I solidified my resolve and fell into a deep sleep.
"Son, there's a package for you. What did you buy?" The next morning, the delivery arrived early.
"I bought some study supplies. I'll study hard for the next exam," I said, snatching the package from the delivery person before my mom could take it.
I hurried back to my bedroom, locked the door, and prepared to see what this game was all about.
Using scissors, I cut open the packaging to reveal a medium-large cardboard box with no writing on it. I opened the box, and what I saw left me at a loss.
Inside, neatly arranged, were all the products used by cross-dressers: a white long-sleeved crop top, a women's shirt jacket, a denim miniskirt that would barely cover my thighs if I wore it, a pair of glossy white thigh-high stockings with lace trim at the top, and finally, a pair of open-toe crystal heels at least 13 cm high. I moved the clothes from the top layer and opened the bottom one. "Hiss..." If the items in the top layer left me bewildered, the bottom layer could only be described as perverse.
The lower layer consisted of neatly arranged compartments, each containing: three bullet vibrators, a chastity cage, a slender vibrating massager, a gag mask with an 8cm internal dildo, a roll of static-cling tape, a sheet of Western-style erotic decals, a sheet of Chinese-style "human toilet" stickers, and a yellow shoulder-length wig. At the very side of the box lay a game instruction manual, featuring a detailed illustration of a human body with each item's placement meticulously marked. For example, the three bullet vibrators were to be attached to both nipples and the chastity cage, the massager was to be inserted into the rear, pressing against the prostate—even the length of the massager was illustrated.
"Son, I have a municipal meeting today, so I'm heading out first. Study hard at home, okay?" My mother left these words before walking out the door.
I didn't respond to her, staring blankly at the array of items before me.
Beep. "The game deadline is 12 noon today. No extensions~" The same teasing tone. To uncover the truth, I accepted! With a surge of resolve, I made up my mind. "The address has been sent to your phone. The objective is to stay at this location for two hours. Now~ the game begins."
I glanced at the clock—it was already 9:30. Hurriedly, I used the tape to attach two bullet vibrators to my nipples. Thankfully, being male and relatively flat-chested made it easy to stick them on. Next, I put on the chastity cage, though squeezing my 18cm cock into a ball took considerable effort. As I locked it in place, I could feel a dull ache in my lower body. After securing the cage, I attached the final bullet vibrator on top.
Then, I took out the slender massager—so thin that I could insert it fully with little resistance. "Ah~" It seemed I had pushed too deep, hitting my prostate, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. After that, I put on the remaining clothes: an overly small crop top that not only exposed my navel but also the bottom few ribs, and an extremely short denim skirt that barely covered the chastity cage. Any significant movement would risk exposing everything underneath. I placed the "human toilet" stickers on the covered parts of my body and stuck the erotic decal on my lower abdomen, treating it like a tattoo. Finally, I slipped into the knee-high glossy white stockings and stepped into the open-toe crystal heels.
Turning in front of the mirror, my 175cm frame appeared even taller in the heels, making my legs look incredibly long and slender. Combined with my naturally delicate features, the outfit—aside from being a bit perverse—looked surprisingly harmonious, even pretty. Lastly, I put on the wig and the dildo gag mask. The internal dildo immediately pushed into my throat, and I struggled to hold it back with my tongue to prevent it from going deeper, though this also left me completely unable to make a sound.
I glanced at my watch—9:45. Time to go! Following the address, I found the nearest bus stop from home. With my pocket money completely spent, taking the bus was my only option. When the bus arrived, it was already packed, with no seats left. Bracing myself, I boarded anyway. I tapped my phone to pay—"Beep, student card"—the fare machine announced. Instantly, every pair of eyes on the bus turned toward me. "A student? Dressed like that?" "Doesn't anyone at home keep an eye on them?" Murmurs spread through the bus. I quickly lowered my head and found a safe spot to stand. In front of me was a man wearing a baseball cap, fast asleep. If he's sleeping, he won't notice me, I thought.
As the bus slowly moved along, people's attention gradually shifted away from me, and they went back to their own business. Suddenly, the three vibrators on my body and the massager inside me all started buzzing at once. I was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, tilting my head back, unable to make a sound with the fake cock stuffed in my mouth. After about ten seconds of vibration, everything fell silent again.
Brother Jie must be on this bus. I quickly shook off the pleasure and started thinking. The remote control for the vibrator couldn't have a long range, and since I was on a moving bus, Brother Jie had to be on this bus too. I immediately scanned my surroundings, looking around. Bzzz… bzzz~ Suddenly, all the vibrations on my body kicked into high gear again, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tide. I gritted my teeth, fighting the sensations as I continued searching for Brother Jie. "Mmm…" The vibrations intensified abruptly, making it hard to control myself. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and drool trickled from my mask down to my chest…
"Ding, People's Great Hall Station," the announcement came. We had arrived. Like grabbing a lifeline, I dashed off the bus. Within a few steps away from the station, the vibrations stopped.
Must have reached the remote's limit, I thought. I wiped the drool from my mouth and leaned against a lamppost, waiting for midnight.
"Hey babe, how much?" A punk with dyed yellow hair groped me. I turned and punched him, about to curse him out, but the fake dick in my mask left me unable to make a sound. I tried to run, but the 13cm heels made it nearly impossible. Glancing back, I saw the punk charging toward me as if he wanted to tear my clothes off. "I'm done for," I thought, my legs giving way as I slumped against the lamppost.
"Police! Freeze!" Two officers on duty sprinted over from a distance and pinned the punk to the ground instantly.
"Are you okay?" the officer asked me. Unable to speak, I just waved my hand. Seeing I was fine, they escorted the punk away. The punk turned back angrily, shouting at me, "Officer, she's a total slut—she's not even wearing underwear!" "Shut your mouth!" The officer smacked him on the back of the head.
I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up. I had to stay on my feet, or there'd be nothing covering me down there. At 11:45, a deep, resonant bell rang from the Great Hall, as if some meeting had just adjourned. I checked my watch, eagerly counting down the last 15 minutes. Just then, I spotted a figure approaching the station from afar—a black women's suit, black trousers, and old-fashioned black women's shoes. It was my mom!! Right, she mentioned a meeting this morning. Was it here? Was she taking this bus home? "Damn that Brother Jie, setting me up," I cursed inwardly, watching the figure draw closer. I prepared to make a run for it.
Just as I was about to leave the station, all the vibrating toys on my body suddenly activated, rapidly shifting from the lowest setting to the highest in seconds. The vibrating dildo in my ass began rhythmically pounding against my prostate. I collapsed to the ground, my legs convulsing uncontrollably, drool cascading like a waterfall from my mask down to my chest. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body and mind, my vision blurred, and my eyes rolled back.
"Are you okay?" a gentle female voice asked. It was my mom's voice. I never knew her voice could sound so tender.
I mustered the last of my strength to try and stand up, but the pleasure pent up inside my body seemed to have nowhere to go, swirling chaotically within me. The moment I lifted my head and met my mother's gaze, the pleasure inside me seemed to find an outlet, rushing out in a torrent. A warm stream slowly flowed from between my legs—whether it was urine mixed with semen or semen mixed with urine, I couldn't tell. I knew I had been brought to climax by Brother Jie in front of my mother, I had ejaculated right before her eyes, even though she had no idea the "slut" standing before her was me.
After ejaculating, I regained a bit of strength. I hurriedly scrambled to my feet and ran toward an empty spot, leaving behind only a puddle of milky-white fluid by the station. I ran with my head down the whole way, feeling as if every passerby on the street was staring at me with lewd eyes. I didn't know how long I ran before I finally stopped and found a stall selling two T-shirts and a pair of shorts for ten yuan. I bought a set. In a narrow alley, I threw all my clothes, wig, props, stockings, and shoes into a trash bin. Beside the bin, I found a pair of worn-out shoes someone had discarded and put them on, then slipped into the ten-yuan T-shirt and shorts I'd just bought. I was ready to go home.
By the time I got home, it was already evening. It had taken me a long time to walk back to the station, and after waiting forever for the bus, I finally dragged myself home. At the doorstep, I took off the tattered shoes I'd picked up and tossed them downstairs. Barefoot, I opened the door. My mother looked at my disheveled state with heartache. "Son, what happened today? Where are your shoes?"
"I went to hang out with Liu Yang today and accidentally fell, lost my shoes too," I fabricated a clumsy lie.
"As long as you're okay, that's what matters. Mom will buy you new shoes later," my mother said, her eyes filled with tenderness. "Yeah, I'll rest for a bit," I replied, turning and entering my room, locking the door behind me.
"Congratulations, you've successfully completed the game," read a message attached to a full video. I glanced at the send time—exactly 12 noon. Brother Jie had prepared the reward early, but I'd been on my way home all afternoon and hadn't had a chance to check my phone.
I opened the video, and the moment I saw the woman's face, I angrily hurled my phone at my bed. "Fuck you!!!!" I roared, unable to control my emotions.
"Son, what's wrong?" came my mother's anxious voice from outside the room. Hearing her, I immediately unlocked the door, rushed out, and threw myself into her arms. Tears streamed uncontrollably, soaking her shirt. "Mom… Mom…" I sobbed repeatedly.
"What's wrong? Tell Mom," she said in the same gentle tone as earlier that afternoon.
"Mom, did you give the beige windbreaker you bought for Dad to Principal Yan?" I lifted my head.
"Is that all you're crying about?" my mother patted me. "I already talked to your dad about it. He didn't like that windbreaker, so I said, 'Let Xiao Yan have it,' and he agreed. Silly boy, crying over something so small? Next time, just talk to Mom about it." She gently patted my head.
After some time, my emotions stabilized. I pulled away from my mother's embrace and returned to my own bedroom, picking up my phone from the bed. I played the video again. It wasn't until I saw the woman glance back while swaying her hips that I realized—it was Yan Yan, Principal Yan! The true identity of this lewd woman was the "King of Hell"!
I should have realized it sooner—the black stockings, the black high heels, her height of 170 cm, her 36D bust. I kept repeating these clues in my mind, but she was just too similar. Through the bedroom door, I thought of my mother in the living room. I couldn't afford to be careless in the slightest.
Ding. "Having fun with the game?" It was a message from Brother Jie. "Just you wait!" I replied, then lay down on the bed to think things through.
On the bus, I was certain Brother Jie was right beside me. Then, after I got off and ran to the station, the vibrator stopped moving. So, Brother Jie hadn't gotten off the bus when I did. Moreover, it wasn't two people operating it together—it must have been just one person. The fact that the vibrator hadn't activated for so long after I got off supported this. And Brother Jie knew about my mother's meeting today and even knew my home address. That meant it had to be someone from my school, possibly even narrowed down to two people in the senior year, one of whom was still a high school student. I calmly sorted out my thoughts and prepared to start investigating.
That lewd woman was Principal Yan—I couldn't help but dwell on it. Were the previous games and videos also from Principal Yan? I took out the earlier videos and began comparing them. The figure matched perfectly, with only slight differences, but I was 99% certain the woman in the previous videos was Principal Yan! I remembered her stern demeanor and couldn't believe she was actually that kind of woman.
"Should I tell my mom? After all, they're close friends. If I tell her directly, she definitely won't believe me. I need to find an opportunity to drop a few hints to my mom. I can't let her be dragged into this by Principal Yan!" I steeled my resolve once again.
"Son!! The school sent a notice," my mother's voice called from outside the room.
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