"Giggle, thank you for the praise, Sam." Li Xiaojun smiled slightly and looked at me standing behind Sam.
"Class Monitor, Sam is right, you're truly beautiful," my heart was pounding wildly. This was the first time I'd seen a girl's body so up close with so little clothing. Li Xiaojun was stunning. As she drew closer, I realized just how fair and tender a girl's chest could be in real life, along with those straight, long legs. The swimsuit was so short—if only it were even shorter.
"Zihan, Sam, let's get in the water," Li Xiaojun gave a sweet smile that made my heart itch.
"Let's race. Whoever reaches the other side last has to treat everyone to milk tea," Sam gestured in front of us, grinning widely. His eyes never left Li Xiaojun. But then again, Sam was Black, and his muscles were truly impressive. Though we were around the same age, my body looked like that of an underdeveloped kid, while his was glossy, dark, and adorned with prominent chest and abdominal muscles.
For a moment, I actually felt a bit envious of Sam for having such great muscles and such a good physique.
But then I remembered he was a "nigga," and the envy faded. We Chinese rely on our brains, and Black people just aren't that sharp in that department.
I confidently met Li Xiaojun's gaze, relieved to see her smiling at me from time to time.
"Plop," I jumped into the swimming pool. The slightly cool water instantly refreshed me. Sam and Xiaojun were warming up in their respective lanes. "Ready, go!" At Xiaojun's command, we began the race. I swam with all my might, but I saw Sam gliding forward like a manatee, pulling farther and farther away from me. This made me frantic, and I swam desperately until I finally reached the other side. As expected, Sam was the fastest, I came in second, and Li Xiaojun was last. "You two are really fast," said Li Xiaojun, completely drenched, her swimsuit clinging tightly to her small chest. "Hehe, Class Monitor, you're a girl after all—you're already amazing," I said. "Yeah, Class Monitor, Zihan is right, you're awesome," Sam chimed in, staring at Li Xiaojun. Sam climbed out and sat by the poolside. For some reason, his wet swim trunks tented prominently.
"Really? Hehe, thank you," Li Xiaojun replied with a cute smile. When she glanced up at Sam, I noticed her ears turning slightly red. She turned to face the other side. "Well, I need to keep training if I want to beat you." With that, Li Xiaojun dove into the water and swam forward.
"Zihan, the class monitor's skin is really fair, as fair as my African girlfriend's," Sam licked his lips.
"Huh? Sam, your girlfriend is white?" I asked with interest. "Yeah, my girlfriend is French," Sam glanced toward the swimming pool. "Her family does business in South Africa and settled there. We go to the same middle school," Sam looked at me and then leaned in mysteriously. "Zihan, the class monitor has a nice figure, but her breasts aren't as big as my girlfriend's," Sam whispered lustfully in my ear. "Uh... Sam, are your girlfriend's breasts really big?" I looked at him incredulously. "Yeah, I think they're a bit bigger than the class monitor's," Sam turned his gaze back to the water. "Ah!" Suddenly, a cry came from the middle of the pool. I followed the sound and saw Li Xiaojun grabbing the lane rope used to separate the swimming lanes. "Oh no," Sam didn't finish his sentence before jumping into the pool. "Splash, splash," Sam swam quickly toward Li Xiaojun. I frowned—Li Xiaojun seemed to be struggling to keep herself from sinking. What happened to the class monitor?
Fortunately, Sam swam fast and reached Li Xiaojun in no time. He held her and slowly swam back toward me. I also jumped into the pool and went over to Li Xiaojun and Sam, supporting her waist as we helped the class monitor to the edge of the pool. "What happened, class monitor?" Li Xiaojun sat by the poolside, her face slightly pale, her hands tightly gripping her feet. "Wah... I got a cramp in my foot, wah..." The class monitor actually started crying. "Class monitor, don't be afraid, I'm here. And Zihan is here too," Sam crouched down and took hold of Li Xiaojun's delicate, fair foot. "Class monitor, it's okay, bear with it, I'll massage it for you," Sam said, then began rubbing the sole of her foot with both hands, kneading it gently. "Ah... it hurts... wah..." Li Xiaojun grabbed Sam's hands. Since she was sitting on the ground, her thighs were spread wide apart, and Sam sat facing her. "Class monitor, it's okay, it'll be over soon. I often get cramps while swimming too, don't worry," Sam grinned at Li Xiaojun, his honest expression making even me feel a bit more at ease.
"Hmm..." Li Xiaojun watched her foot as Sam continued massaging it. "Huh, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore," Li Xiaojun wiggled her toes in surprise. "Well, we should massage it a bit longer," Sam kept rubbing the sole of her foot. "Hmm... haha, it's starting to tickle now, Sam, that's enough, haha," Li Xiaojun laughed. I stood by anxiously, but now that the class monitor was laughing, it meant she was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Class monitor, now try moving both feet," Sam said, looking quite professional. Li Xiaojun spread her thighs outward in a V-shape and then brought them back together. "All better, right? No more pain?" Sam grinned. "Yeah, it really doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Sam," Li Xiaojun stood up, her big eyes looking down at Sam, who was still sitting in front of her. "Hehe, as long as it doesn't hurt anymore. You really scared Zihan and me just now," Sam scratched his head, looking up at the girl standing before him. "Yeah, class monitor, let's not swim today. How about we go to the beach instead?" I suggested. Li Xiaojun had gotten a cramp in the water, but luckily Sam was quick to notice, otherwise...
"Well, that's fine too. I'm not in the best shape today, sorry about that. Thanks for coming to pick me up," Li Xiaojun said sweetly, looking at us. "Hehe, let's go. I'll treat you to milk tea," I said. "Great! Zihan's buying milk tea," Li Xiaojun laughed happily. Sam stood up, and we headed toward the beach.
Lying on beach chairs, sipping milk tea, feeling the warm breeze brought by the Pacific current, basking in the sunlight, and seeing many beautiful women in bikinis on the beach—it was incredibly relaxing.
Suddenly, I felt a discomfort in my stomach. After telling Sam, our class monitor, that I needed to use the restroom, I walked toward the public toilet not far away.
I figured it must have been the combination of swimming and drinking iced milk tea that upset my stomach. I stayed in the toilet for a long time, and my legs even went numb.
When I returned to our original spot, Sam and Li Xiaojun were gone, leaving only their half-finished milk teas. "Where did they go?" I looked around but couldn't see them. Glancing further down the beach, I finally spotted a dark-skinned figure fiddling with something. That had to be Sam. As I walked over, the scene before me left me stunned. The dark-skinned person was indeed Sam, digging a hole in the sand. Li Xiaojun was blocked by him, also digging a hole in front of him. "Uh, what are you guys doing?" I asked, confused. "Zihan, Sam says he wants to sleep in the hole, claiming the sand and mud are good for the skin," Li Xiaojun said, her big eyes looking at me. "Zihan, you should dig a hole too. Later, the class monitor will cover us with sand and mud," Sam said, looking at me with his sincere eyes. "Uh, I'll pass," I replied, not wanting to do something so silly. "Giggle, giggle, giggle," Li Xiaojun squinted her eyes and burst into laughter. She probably thought Sam's idea was foolish too.
"Covering yourself with sand is good for the skin?" I looked at Sam as if he were an idiot. "Zihan, it's fine. I'm not lying to you. It really works. Look how smooth my skin is—it's from soaking like this," Sam said, then lay down in the hole in his swim trunks. "Help cover me with mud," Sam said, looking at us. We stared at him as if he were a fool but still covered him with sand and mud. "Ah!" Suddenly, Li Xiaojun let out a strange cry. "What's wrong, class monitor? Did your leg cramp again?" I asked anxiously. "It's nothing, nothing. It feels like there's a bug," Li Xiaojun said, but I noticed her face had turned slightly red. Strange—I couldn't figure it out. I continued covering Sam with mud. After finishing, Sam asked me to fetch his phone and take some photos for him. I took many pictures. About twenty minutes later, Sam climbed out of the hole. "Haha, that was fun, right, Zihan? Want to give it a try?" Sam stood up, covered in mud. It was only then that I noticed a rod-like object sticking straight up from the waistband of his swim trunks toward his navel. Wasn't that... Sam's penis? Didn't he realize he was exposing himself?
I broke into a cold sweat. This guy...
I glanced at Li Xiaojun, who was fortunately sunbathing not far away and not looking in this direction. "Uh-huh, Sam, your dick is showing," I said helplessly. "Dick? What's a dick?" Sam looked at me in confusion, then glanced toward Li Xiaojun in the distance. "Um... there," I pointed downward. "Oh, sorry, Zihan. I didn't notice," Sam said awkwardly, smiling as he reached down and tucked his exposed penis back into his pants. "How fucking long is that thing?" I cursed this "nigga" silently in my heart.
"Let's go. Call the class monitor. We should head home, or we'll get scolded by Mom," Sam said, completely unfazed by what had just happened. "Alright," I replied. After calling Li Xiaojun, we headed toward the shower room. Along the way, Li Xiaojun's face was still flushed red. So cute, especially those butt cheeks. I bet they'd be really soft to touch, I thought.
After showering, we said goodbye to Li Xiaojun at the entrance and headed home.
When we got back, Mom wasn't downstairs.
"Zihan, where's Mom?" Sam poured two glasses of water, handed one to me, and sat on the sofa, looking at me. I checked the time—it was 4 p.m. It was Sunday. Could Mom have been called in for overtime work?
"Maybe she went out to buy something," I said, finishing my water and lying down on the living room sofa. It felt so good to be home—cool and comfortable.
"Is that so? I'll go upstairs and see if she's there. I'll ask her for some money," Sam said, heading straight for the second floor without looking back. "Uh..." Didn't Sam know the second floor was off-limits? Without Mom's permission, I usually never went up there, since it was my parents' private space.
After lying down for a while, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and then headed to my bedroom. I needed to study for tomorrow's exam. I'd promised Mom I'd do well.
It was all Sam's fault for dragging me swimming. Otherwise, I could've finished my review by now.
I'm not sure how long I'd been studying when I realized something was missing. "Where's Sam? Didn't he say he was going upstairs to check on Mom?" I frowned. Could this guy have secretly fallen asleep in the living room?
As the class study monitor, I felt it was my duty to go find Sam and bring him back to study.
I went to the living room but didn't see him. He wasn't in the bathroom either. Had Sam gotten the money and gone out to buy something to eat on his own?
"I'm really fed up with this guy. Buying food and not even calling me," I muttered, cursing this "nigga" who had come to stay at my house.
"Ah..." Just as I reached my bedroom door, I heard a strange sound coming from upstairs. I looked up. Had Sam fallen upstairs?
I hurried upstairs to the second floor. Opposite the door was the outdoor balcony, though my family had installed a transparent roof over it. Occasionally, we'd have barbecues out there.
Turning a corner, I reached the door to my parents' bedroom. At the end of the hallway were the laundry room, bathroom, and shower, all with their doors wide open and no one inside.
Had that sound come from outside? Where had Sam gone? I looked at my parents' bedroom door and raised my hand to knock. "Mom?" I called out. "Zihan, come over here. Mom fell," Sam's voice came from the direction of the balcony. "What?" My mom fell? I immediately ran toward the balcony. My family's balcony was huge, covering almost half the roof.
Upon entering, I realized that Mom and Sam were at the far end of the balcony, blocking the view from the stairs below—no wonder I hadn't seen them earlier.
"Mom, are you okay?" I hurried over. Sam was supporting her, and a piece of clothing lay on the ground. "I'm fine," Mom replied, frowning as she stared at the fallen garment. Her white short-sleeved shirt was dusted with a bit of gray, and her gray house pants were covered in dust. Her freshly washed dark hair, still damp, framed her fair forehead, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Zihan, Mom was hanging laundry and accidentally slipped off this small stool," Sam explained, letting go of Mom once he saw she was alright. He pointed to the little stool behind her—I knew it well, as Mom often used it to hang clothes, quilts, and such.
"Sorry, Mom, I didn't help you hang the clothes properly," Sam said, bowing his head apologetically.
"...It's fine," Mom replied without looking at him, picking up the fallen garment. "Mom, let me wash it for you," Sam offered, reaching out. "Tsk! No need. Both of you go back and study. You have exams tomorrow—I don't need your help," Mom shot Sam a sharp glance and headed toward the balcony door. "Sam, how did Mom fall?" I asked, feeling annoyed. If he was helping her hang clothes, how could he let her slip?
"I was handing Mom the clothes while she stood on the stool to hang them. When I passed her the last piece, she accidentally stepped off balance and fell," Sam explained, still sounding upset. "I'm sorry, Zihan. I couldn't catch her in time." He looked genuinely remorseful. "I see. Well, Mom isn't blaming you, so it's okay. Let's go review. Doing well on the exams is the best way to make Mom happy," I said. "You're right, Zihan. Let's go study," Sam replied, putting an arm around my shoulder as we headed downstairs.
In the hallway, we heard the sound of laundry from behind the closed bathroom door. "Mom works so hard. I'll definitely do well on the exams to repay her," I thought to myself.
That evening, while I helped Mom wash vegetables, Sam was still studying. "Mom, Sam says he's determined to ace the exams tomorrow. He's still hitting the books," I said with a smile. That guy really goes all out when he's serious—his results probably won't be too bad.
"Hmm, you better do well tomorrow too. Don't embarrass me," Mom said, turning to look at me. Having grown up with her scolding, her gaze always felt like a thousand ant bites.
"I know," I replied, watching the tap water rinse the vibrant green leaves until they were spotless.
"Zihan, Sam will be staying with us for another year. Make sure to teach him more about traditional Chinese culture," Mom said, opening the rice cooker and filling the air with the comforting aroma of steamed rice.
"Okay, Mom, I will," I said, placing the washed vegetables on the kitchen counter. "Mom, is there anything else you need me to do?" I glanced at my mother. It had been a long time since I looked at her from the side. Honestly, Mom is really beautiful, especially her profile. It's as if when Nüwa created humans, she carefully sculpted Mom's features—a smooth, straight forehead, slender yet dark eyebrows, large almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and slightly upturned lips that taper perfectly into her chin, forming a flawless curve. Mom's profile is strikingly elegant, while her full face radiates softness and grace. I couldn't help but think, "Such beauty belongs in the heavens; how rare it is to find on earth."
Wait, this is my mom. What am I even thinking?
"Nothing else. Go call Sam for dinner," Mom said, turning to look at me. That glance was truly "a single glance that captivates a hundred charms." I felt like I'd seen a similar look somewhere before. "Alright," I replied. Honestly, I think neither Teacher Zhang nor Li Xiaojun is as beautiful as Mom. From my extensive experience browsing women on TikTok, Mom effortlessly shifts between masculine and feminine beauty depending on her makeup. No matter the look, she's breathtakingly beautiful. What remains unchanged is her innate elegance and her height of 1.75 meters, which far surpasses the cookie-cutter influencers online.
Where did I see that glance? Oh, right—in The East Is Red: Swordsman III, Xue Qianxun's glance was so similar to Mom's just now.
What's gotten into me today? I keep thinking about Mom. But then again, Mom has always been beautiful—there's no doubt about that.
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