"Time truly spares no one," Mom captioned the video.
In the clip, the music "Hymn" by Himekami began to play as a beautiful photo of Mom slowly appeared. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a light green floral dress. With willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, her skin was as fair as snow. She stood gracefully on a vast grassland, holding a parasol in her fair hand, her clear and bright eyes gazing toward the camera.
I remember this photo was taken by Dad a few years ago during the National Day holiday when our family was traveling on the Hulunbuir Grassland. I was standing right beside Dad at the time.
I wanted to give Mom a like, but I was afraid she'd notice I was still on my phone at this hour and scold me tomorrow.
I glanced at the comments section—it showed over two hundred comments.
"Beautiful sister, I own three courtyard houses in Beijing. Can I have you?"
"She looks like Jiang Shuying…"
"Those fair legs… ah… I can't take it… where's my nutrition drink!"
"Such a pretty sister—I wonder how long she'd cry if she got a beating!"…
So many comments, all praising Mom's beauty. But Mom was already beautiful—did they really need to say it? I thought to myself.
Mom, as aloof as I imagined, didn't reply to any of them.
Watching Mom's video late at night felt a bit strange. I swiped past it and continued scrolling through other girls' dance videos. I have to admit, girls these days wear so little, exposing most of their chests.
I admit I'm a bit of a pervert—I wanted to see what those fair, soft chests looked like.
After scrolling for over ten minutes, Sam walked in.
"Zihan, are you scrolling through Douyin?" Sam's eyes lit up, looking intrigued.
"Yeah, I am," I replied. He must have heard the background music from the videos I was watching.
"Zihan, do you know the laser dance?" Sam's dark face beamed as he leaned in close to me.
Sam actually climbed onto my bed. It annoyed me a little, but I didn't have the heart to tell him off.
"I know it. It was a super popular background music a while back. Lots of girls were using it." I definitely remembered the laser dance—it was all the rage last month.
The girls would pull out two laser swords from behind, illuminating their faces and the fair skin on their chests. I must have watched those videos at least ten times.
"Haha, want me to show you a 'different kind of laser dance'?" Sam smirked, winking at me.
"Oh? Let me see," I said, feeling a bit curious. Sam hopped off and retrieved his iPhone from under his bed.
"Hehe, check this out," Sam climbed back next to me, opened his iPhone, searched for a moment, and tapped on a video, holding it in front of me. "Don't get too excited, Zihan, hehe," Sam snickered, looking at me. His strange behavior only made me more curious about what this "different kind of laser dance" was.
"Deng deng deng da…" In the video, a sweet-looking girl in cute pink-and-white pajamas sat on a chair with her legs crossed. The background music was the same as the one I'd heard before. Then, at the moment when a voice in the music went "Ai ai ai… deng…" my eyes widened, my heart pounded, and my blood rushed intensely in a certain direction.
That incredibly pure and utterly adorable girl, with a "ding" sound, changed her outfit—no, to be more precise, she was completely naked. Two fair arms reached behind her back to retrieve a lightsaber. Her innocent face now took on a seductive charm, her alluring eyes fixed on the camera. Two large, braless breasts slowly emerged under the blue glow of the lightsaber.
I finally knew what a woman's breasts looked like.
Plump and full, round like large steamed buns, with a delicate pink circle and two tender pink nipples on top. So that's what a girl's nipples look like—so much larger than mine. Is this where babies suckle after they're born? This must be what people call "nipples."
For some reason, the more I looked at this girl's breasts, especially those delicate, pink nipples, the more my "little brother" below perked up on its own.
The blue light continued to shine downward, and I even caught a glimpse of a patch of black hair below the girl's abdomen. "Is that a girl's pubic hair?" I felt my face flush, and my "little brother" grew uncomfortably hard. That part of a girl is just too tempting—no wonder there's the age-old saying, "Love the kingdom, but love the beauty even more."
The video ended just as I glimpsed a bit of pubic hair. I swallowed hard.
"Hehe, Zihan, pretty good, right?" After the video finished playing, Sam took back his phone and looked at me, his eyes filled with pride.
"Good," I didn't care whether he was proud or not—I was genuinely stunned. I finally knew what a woman's "breasts" looked like and what a woman's "pubic hair" was like. My heart was racing.
To keep Sam from noticing the little tent rising beneath me, I grabbed a nearby blanket to cover my lower half.
I couldn't let this old black guy laugh at me for being inexperienced, even though I really hadn't seen anything like this that stirred my emotions.
"Zihan, glad you liked it. Let's get some sleep," Sam said with a slight smile, closing the bedroom door before lying down on his bed below.
"Sam," the video had piqued my interest. "Hmm? What's up, Zihan?" Sam turned to look at me. "Do all girls' breasts have those two little red beans?" Since Sam had shown me the video himself, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"Yeah, all girls' breasts have two little beans—that's a woman's nipples. But women's nipples come in different sizes, and the areola around the nipple can be big or small too," Sam explained seriously, gesturing with his two black hands as if he were an expert.
"Oh, I see," I said thoughtfully.
"Mm, Zihan, it's too late tonight. Let's rest, and I'll tell you more another time," Sam said apologetically. "Okay, Sam, let's sleep," I nodded. "Goodnight, my Zihan," Sam smiled at me and lay down. "Goodnight, Sam," I followed suit and lay down on my bed.
Listening to Sam tossing and turning below, it wasn't long before I heard the faint sound of snoring. It seemed Sam was a bit tired today, especially after being scolded by Mom in the kitchen.
Sam was sleeping soundly, but after he showed me that video, I couldn't fall asleep. I took out my phone again and looked at Li Xiaojun's selfies on WeChat. Li Xiaojun looked so pure and beautiful, and her slightly raised chest—inside that white short-sleeved shirt, she must have breasts too, right?
And two red nipples as well?
Wait, no!
What am I thinking? Breasts only develop when a girl gets pregnant, right?
Unintentionally, I swiped to my mom's WeChat and looked at her profile picture. She was wearing a light pink floral cheongsam that hugged her curvy figure, even better than the girls on TikTok. Staring at her chest—no, "This is Mom!"
A voice echoed in my head, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly put my phone on the bedside table.
Listening to Sam's soft snoring, I pulled the covers over my head and drifted into a restless sleep.
The next day, I was woken up by a blinding light.
It was Mom entering my room and opening the curtains, letting sunlight flood in. "Mom… it's Saturday…" I rubbed my eyes groggily, still feeling the effects of last night's poor sleep. "Even Saturdays aren't for lazing in bed. Look at the time," Mom scolded, her beautiful eyes narrowing in annoyance. She walked barefoot over to Sam's bed, her fair legs exposed. I checked my phone—it was 9 a.m. How had I slept so deeply last night? It must have been because I hadn't slept well earlier.
Mom stood by Sam's bed for a moment before leaving the room. I was a bit confused. Why hadn't she woken Sam up? I thought he was going to be in trouble, but it felt unfair that Mom only called me to get up.
I glanced down at Sam from my bed and noticed he had the covers pulled up to his stomach. One of his dark hands was resting on the blanket, while the other was touching his crotch. To my surprise, Sam was only wearing white underwear on his lower body, and the distinct shape of something rod-like was pressed against the inside of his right thigh. I was taken aback. Lifting my own covers, I glanced at my "little brother," then back at Sam's. Mine seemed to be half the size, and what was more, Sam's looked noticeably thicker, clearly outlined against the white fabric of his underwear.
"Could it be that Mom saw Sam like this and was too embarrassed to say anything, so she just walked out? Sam's in trouble now." I started to worry for him. I got out of bed and walked over to his side. Just as I was about to call his name, the words caught in my throat. I saw it—the head of Sam's penis, peeking out from the waistband of his white underwear against his right thigh. It was a dark reddish color, completely different from my own reddish hue.
Had Mom really seen Sam's penis just now? No way. If so, Sam was really in for it. I figured Mom must have been too angry to speak, which was why she left without a word.
"Sam, Sam, wake up," I finally said, giving him a light shake. "Huh… Zihan, you're awake?" Sam looked still half-asleep, as if he wanted to keep dozing off.
"Hurry up and get out of bed. If you keep sleeping, Mom's going to lose her temper," I said, a bit exasperated. Sam really didn't know how strict Mom could be. Back when I used to laze in bed, I'd have to stand in the living room for an hour without moving as punishment, while Mom sat nearby eating fruit and watching TV. If I moved even a little, I'd have to start the hour all over again.
Those were tearful memories, which is why now, whenever Mom calls me to get up, I do it immediately—no more lazing in bed.
"But I'm still a bit sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer," Sam said. "Uh... if you sleep any longer, you'll get punished," I told Sam. "It's fine, Zihan. I really need to sleep a little more. If Mom punishes me, so be it," Sam said with a look of utter indifference, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. Watching his dark hand reach down to grab his penis again, I felt a bit uncomfortable and covered him with the blanket. It wouldn't be good if Mom saw it again.
Sam wasn't getting up. Since he was still a guest, Mom probably wouldn't scold him too harshly. I needed to go wash up first.
I walked toward the bathroom and saw Mom fiddling with the washing machine inside.
Mom had her back to me, a black apron tied around her waist. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of gray, thin, casual sleep pants.
From behind, Mom's butt looked quite large—full and rounded, encased in the thin sleep pants.
This is my mom, what am I even thinking... I shook my head. "Mom," I said, walking in to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste. "Did Dad leave early this morning?"
I glanced at Mom. At 175 cm tall, her presence was really overwhelming. Standing next to her, I truly felt like a child. No wonder she never knocked before entering my room—she just walked right in. In her eyes, I was probably still just a kid.
"Yeah, he left right after getting up. Is Sam still not up?" Mom glanced at me but didn't see Sam. "Yeah, he said he wants to sleep a little longer," I replied. I noticed Mom's face was slightly flushed, with strands of long hair on either side of her forehead clinging to her cheeks.
"After you finish washing up, go wake him. Neither of you should be lazing in bed," Mom said sternly. I smiled inwardly—this was my mom, after all.
"I know," I started brushing my teeth. "And you two don't even know how to wash your clothes? Just tossing everything into the washing machine," Mom frowned, her fair hands separating my and Sam's clothes in the washer. "Also, Wang Zihan, it's a bit humid lately. Don't close all the windows—leave some open for fresh air," Mom said, bending over to pull out my clothes. I noticed her frowning again. I couldn't help but think how beautiful Mom looked when she bent over—her figure really stood out, with a perfect hourglass shape.
Mom took my clothes upstairs, and the washing machine on the first floor started washing Sam's dirty laundry.
Why did Mom frown again just now? Strange.
After finishing my morning routine, I headed back to the bedroom. Inside, Sam was already half-sitting up in bed, playing on his iPhone.
"Zihan, you're back," Sam said with a smile, looking quite happy. "Yeah, I'm done washing up. You should get up soon, or Mom will really lose her temper," I said, sitting down at the desk with my phone. "Okay, Zihan, I'm getting up now," Sam replied, putting on his shorts and T-shirt before heading out of the bedroom.
Noon, in the living room.
Sam and I sat on one side of the table, with Mom across from us. The TV was playing an episode of Man and Nature.
"The parent group chat says you two have midterms next week. You both need to work hard," Mom stood up and placed a large chicken drumstick on each of our plates.
Mom bent over, placing chicken legs into our bowls. Her ample bosom, pulled down by gravity, strained against her T-shirt, hanging straight down. From the neckline of her shirt, a generous view of fair, tender skin was visible.
I guessed Sam must have seen it too. Of course, I glanced at Sam, but he was looking at the chicken leg in his bowl.
Even if Sam had seen it, it could only be blamed on Mom's figure being too good. Honestly, a glance wasn't a big deal. Sam treated my mom like his own mother anyway, especially since he entrusted all his money to her care.
"Okay, Mom," Sam and I replied in unison. Sam looked at the chicken leg Mom had placed in his bowl and immediately picked it up with his hands to eat.
"Sam! How many times have I told you to pay attention to hygiene? Are the gloves on the table just for decoration?" Mom's small mouth opened, her beautiful eyes glaring, and the prominent curves beneath her white T-shirt trembled slightly.
"Oh, I forgot again. I'm used to it from South Africa. Sorry, Mom," Sam grinned at Mom, then picked up a disposable glove from the table and put it on.
"Sam, if you do this again, you'll have to go to the storage room and reflect on your actions!" Mom couldn't stand people who didn't listen to her. Sam had just been scolded last night, and now he was repeating his old habit. Mom was a little annoyed.
The storage room was under the staircase on the second floor—a place that haunted my childhood. Whenever I misbehaved, Mom would lock me in there, and I'd immediately stop crying and making a fuss. It was pitch black inside, and back then, I didn't even know where the light switch was.
"I know I was wrong, Mom. I'll remember next time," Sam said pitifully. Being Black, his expression looked somewhat unusual.
"Zihan, you too. Remember to always prioritize hygiene when eating." After scolding Sam, Mom turned to me. I didn't dare look at her and lowered my head to put on gloves before eating.
"I know too, Mom," I said. After that, Sam and I buried ourselves in our meals. Sam seemed to have realized that Mom didn't go easy on anyone and started behaving more obediently.
In the brief moment I reached for a dish, I caught a glimpse of Mom's lips curling slightly upward. It seemed she was pleased with our compliance.
After lunch, Mom went upstairs to rest. Sam and I closed the bedroom door and studied inside. However, Sam didn't seem to have much patience, alternating between reading and playing on his phone.
Half an hour later, he opened the bedroom door and went out. Mom seemed to have come downstairs and was watching TV in the living room. After Sam left, faint murmurs of conversation between him and Mom drifted in.
To focus on my studies, I put on noise-canceling headphones and immersed myself in reviewing each subject. After all, Sam was an exchange student, so his exam results didn't matter as much. If I did poorly, I'd be in trouble.
I don't know how much time passed before Sam walked back in and sat beside me, patting my shoulder. "What's up, Sam?" I pulled off my headphones and looked at his honest face. "Zihan, Mom said after you finish studying, go to the supermarket at the entrance to buy soy sauce and vinegar. We're out at home. Here's the money," Sam said, handing me fifty yuan. "Got it," I replied, taking the money before diving back into my studies.
Sam also started reading the textbooks on the desk.
An hour later.
"Sam, I'm going to the supermarket. Do you want to come along?" I glanced at Sam beside me. In the past hour, he had gone out to drink water several times. Was water really that scarce in South Africa? I couldn't help but sigh.
"You go ahead, Zihan. Mom is making dinner, and I'll help her out in a bit," Sam said cheerfully, glancing at me with a look of honest simplicity. "Alright," I thought. Since he wasn't going, I didn't care. Whatever money was left after buying soy sauce and vinegar, I'd just spend on snacks for myself. Haha.
"Mom, I'm heading to the supermarket," I called toward the kitchen, where Mom was busy preparing dinner. "Okay," her voice came from inside. Actually, the supermarket wasn't too far from our neighborhood entrance—just turn left after exiting and walk about 500 meters. Still, going there and back, plus searching for the soy sauce and vinegar inside, would take a while.
After buying everything, I returned home and saw Sam bustling around in the kitchen with Mom. Sam's dark skin contrasted sharply with Mom's fair, snow-like complexion as they stood side by side at the sink. The difference in their skin tones was especially striking, and there was something oddly unsettling about seeing them together—Mom's perky buttocks next to Sam's flat rear, even though they kept a noticeable distance between them.
"Mom, I'm back," I said. Mom glanced over her shoulder at me before turning back to stir the food in the pot.
"Open the bottle caps and bring them over to me," Mom said. "Zihan, you're home. I'm helping Mom wash the vegetables. Want to lend a hand?" Sam grinned at me. "Sure," I replied. After opening the soy sauce and vinegar bottles, I placed them beside Mom, washed my hands next to Sam, and joined him in rinsing the leafy greens.
Mom seemed unusually quiet while cooking tonight. Maybe it was because she was alone in the kitchen with Sam while I was out shopping. Even though Sam was just a kid, he was still a Black boy, so Mom probably felt a bit cautious.
During dinner, we ate in relative silence, though Sam tried to liven things up with his scattered chatter.
But Mom seemed exhausted, with one eye slightly red and swollen, responding to Sam's comments half-heartedly.
After dinner, Mom tidied up and went upstairs to rest. Sam and I returned to our bedroom to continue studying—well, I studied while Sam played on his phone.
"Zihan, while you were out shopping earlier, something accidentally flew into your mom's eye while she was cooking. I helped blow it out for her. Back in South Africa, I always did that for my mom and girlfriend, and they'd feel better afterward. I'm not sure if that's considered polite in China, and your mom didn't say whether it was right or wrong, but she seemed upset," Sam said after a while, sitting down beside me with a sad expression. "Oh, I'm not sure either, but don't worry. My mom is like your mom too. Since she didn't scold you, it should be fine," I reassured him, finally understanding why Mom had been so quiet before dinner—she was probably startled by Sam's gesture.
"That's good then," Sam grinned again, though he still seemed a bit concerned for Mom. After that, he quietly started reading, losing the restlessness he'd shown in the past few days.
At ten in the evening, after washing up, we returned to the bedroom. Sam lay on his bed with his legs crossed, playing on his phone. I lay on my side on my own bed, holding my phone and scrolling through videos of curvy, attractive women. Before long, Sam turned to look at me, winking mysteriously. "Zihan, want me to show you 'the grown-up game'?"
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