After seeing Li Xiaojun off, we boarded the bus home. Back in our neighborhood, walking with Sam, many people glanced at the black guy but didn't seem particularly surprised. After all, Linhai City is an incredibly inclusive place—it doesn't matter if you're a local or an outsider, white or a "nigga," a class elite or a laid-back slacker. Linhai embraces it all, just like Gotham City, where crime and kindness coexist.
"Zihan, now that the exams are over, I'll show you something good tonight," Sam said firmly. "...What is it?" I asked curiously, though I had a vague idea of what he meant. Part of me resisted, but another part felt anticipation.
"Hehe, you'll find out tonight," Sam said, putting on the airs of a worldly sage as he strode ahead proudly.
"Pfft, what's so great about that?" I thought to myself, giving him an international gesture in my mind.
When we got home, Mom was busy in the kitchen, and the familiar aroma of home-cooked food wafted over. This, I thought, is what home means.
"Mom, we're back," we tossed our backpacks onto the living room sofa. "How did the exams go?"
Mom walked over with concern. Today, she was wearing a white floral-patterned loungewear set—a loose-fitting top and pants. Her long legs kept the trousers perfectly straight, making her appear exceptionally tall and elegant.
Her jet-black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders. Despite the loose clothing, it couldn't conceal her fuller bust, which stretched the fabric into two distinct, angular peaks.
"I think I did alright," I said with a smile. "I feel pretty good too," Sam chimed in, grinning at my mom. "Oh? No one's lying to Mom, are they?"
Mom smiled gently, like sunshine breaking through a field of flowers. "No," I replied. "..." Sam remained silent until I glanced at him, prompting him to snap back to attention. "Mom, I might not have done well in math and Chinese, but I'll work harder," Sam said, just as I expected—head bowed, looking like a child who had done something wrong, filled with regret.
"It's okay, Sam. It's your first time taking this kind of exam, so it's understandable. Just do better next time," Mom said cheerfully. Thankfully, I felt I had performed well myself.
"Alright, go wash your hands and take a break. Here, the fruit on the table is a reward from Mom," she said, rising and heading toward the kitchen. There was something subtly alluring about her walk—not intentional, but undeniably graceful. In her speech and movements, she exuded a certain charm, especially as she stood up and walked away from us on the sofa. Her tall figure, paired with the loose pants, couldn't hide the curves of her full, rounded hips.
What am I thinking? That's Mom...
I shook my head vigorously and got up to wash my hands in the bathroom. Afterward, Sam and I enjoyed the fruit on the table while watching TV. There's nothing quite like such simple, happy moments.
After dinner, Sam and I returned to our bedroom. Before long, Sam said he needed to discuss something with Mom. I turned on my computer, relieved that the exams were finally over and I could relax for a while. As I thought about starting high school, I realized it was time to develop my own interests and hobbies. "Wang Zihan, you have a talent for writing. You should try your hand at essays. I'll take you to the national writing competition," I remembered my middle school Chinese teacher saying gently to me. Speaking of her, she was a woman in her forties, reminiscent of the movie star Ni Ping—gentle as water. That was the impression she gave as my middle school Chinese teacher. She also had an exceptional figure, with a full bust and flawless, delicate skin. It was said her husband was a real estate tycoon. She often wore skirts and black stockings to class. My Chinese grades were excellent, and she took a liking to me. Sometimes, when I visited her office alone to ask about assignments, she would lean in close, her breath carrying a fragrant scent as she explained writing techniques. It was the first time I realized a woman's scent could be so sweet, stirring an inexplicable itch in my heart. Those were my memories from three years of middle school. To be honest, she was my enlightenment teacher. My feelings toward her were indescribable, a mix of emotions I couldn't quite put into words.
But I digress. Yes, I now want to carry on and develop the advice my middle school teacher gave me. I want to wield my pen, to write essays and novels.
Since I don't have a strong physique like Sam, I must have a strong mind to write my own life story.
I searched many websites online, browsing through numerous URLs, but none satisfied me. Just as I was worried that Sam might return and see what I was looking for, and was about to shut down the computer, I was drawn in by the name of a website. I clicked on it.
"ccnncc.com"—no extra colors, just a simple combination of a black background with red text. "Welcome to ccnncc.com. If you are a minor, please exit the webpage immediately. If you are 18 years or older, click here →" I'm still a minor, but taking a look shouldn'tt be a big deal, right? Driven by curiosity, I clicked on the link.
After a while, the website finally loaded a bit—why do I say "a bit"? Because it seemed a bit laggy to enter this webpage.
But I could still see some things. "Welcome to ccnncc.com, where books from all over the world are gathered. Please register and log in."
The background of this webpage was truly captivating, featuring various beautiful women, and they were naked, striking seductive poses. This instantly made my face flush, stirring some kind of impulse inside me.
From all over the world? That's explosive. Excitedly, I followed the steps to register.
Username: Blue Green (Username available)
After filling in my QQ email, my phone vibrated shortly after. I opened it to see an activation email, but it required a payment of $5 or 35 RMB. This made me hesitate—could it be a phishing site? Why would registration require money?
I still paid the 35 RMB and completed the registration.
I continued looking at the computer. After logging in with my newly registered account, the content inside caught me completely off guard.
There were sections for e-books, videos, movies, literary creation, video creation, Europe, Africa, America, and Asia. I clicked into the e-book section, and there were indeed many books, but not the kind I had imagined. Each book was accompanied by images, and those images were rather suggestive. "Mom's Colleague" featured a Caucasian woman, probably in her forties, with her eyes closed, slightly parted red lips, a seductive expression, and full breasts with erect nipples. Below her smooth belly, a thin, transparent piece of gauze covered her lower body, but dark pubic hair was visible through it.
A white boy who didn't look much older than me was hugging this woman from behind. The boy was completely naked, with both hands reaching into that dark area.
My hand holding the mouse trembled slightly, and I swallowed hard. What kind of website had I entered? This was beyond my imagination. I thought about exiting, but something inside me forced my brain not to.
"Hello, we have detected that you are not using a VPN. For a smoother experience on this website, please use a VPN before browsing."
A line of red text popped up. VPN?
Do I need to bypass restrictions to browse this website?
I do know about VPNs—I've used them before to download games from Japanese websites when playing on the computer.
But my VPN had expired. I clicked the cancel button on the prompt.
Before long, the page started showing garbled characters—looks like I really needed a VPN to browse it.
I checked the time. It was almost 10 p.m., and Sam still hadn't returned to the bedroom. That was even better for me to finish up these things.
I opened my phone, renewed my VPN subscription for another six months—usable on both my computer and phone.
After connecting to the VPN, I refreshed the webpage. The page loaded again, showing that I was logged in from North America since I was using a U.S. server.
However, all the options had switched to English. Although I could roughly understand some of it, it was still quite troublesome. Fortunately, there was a language switch option at the very top. I clicked on "Chinese," and everything converted back to Chinese characters.
The e-book section indeed had many e-books, but they were all paired with incredibly tempting images. I clicked into the literary creation section. "Welcome to the Literary Creation Zone. Share your own literary works, and book lovers from around the world will reward you. We will charge a certain handling fee as platform operating funds. Thank you for your understanding and support."
A prompt appeared. After clicking "Confirm," there were many options below: the title of the book I wanted to publish, a synopsis, whether to charge a fee, and so on. I hadn't even thought about what to write yet. What surprised me was that writing novels here could actually earn money?
I exited the literary creation section and clicked into the other sections one by one to browse. My innocent mind was utterly shocked.
This was no writing website—it was a massive platform gathering explicit, violent, and horror content from all over the world. However, the European section's beauties were indeed tempting, while the African section truly opened my eyes. After casually browsing through it, my mind was in turmoil. I bookmarked the website on my phone and completely erased all traces of it from my computer.
After calming down a bit, I checked the time. It was already past 10 p.m. Sam had been looking for Mom for almost an hour—why wasn't he back yet? My mouth felt dry, so I went back to the living room to get some water. Sam and Mom weren't on the first floor. Could Sam have gone to the second floor to find Mom?
After drinking the water, I went upstairs to look for Sam.
When I reached the second floor, I saw Mom's room wide open. Sam was talking to her about something. "Mom, Sam," I said, standing at the door and looking at them. "Zihan, come here," Mom smiled and waved me over. "What's up, Mom?" I walked over and saw Sam staring at me with wide eyes. "From now on, you should teach Sam more Chinese. He's very interested in Chinese culture and even asked me for some money to buy Chinese books. Hehehe," Mom was very happy. When she smiled, it felt like bathing in the warm spring sun, with a gentle breeze blowing for miles.
Mom was a top student in the College of Liberal Arts during her university days—a proper, formally trained humanities graduate. With her strong communication skills and excellent appearance, she was hired at a high salary by a local commercial bank after graduating with a degree in Chinese Language and Literature. She has worked her way up to become a supervisor at the headquarters.
"Okay, Mom," I nodded. Sam was learning Chinese culture? What was a "n*gger" doing learning Chinese culture? I felt a bit disdainful toward him inside.
"Zihan, sorry about that. Discussing Chinese history and culture with your mom was so fascinating that I completely lost track of time," Sam said with a wide, earnest grin, his sincere demeanor making him quite approachable. So he had been talking with Mom about Chinese history and culture—no wonder it took so long. Whenever Mom starts discussing scholars and literati, she always goes on until dinnertime.
"Well, we should go freshen up now. Mom must be tired after working all day," I said. Sam really doesn't know better. Even though he's only in Linhai for a year, he really ought to learn some basic manners and cultural awareness.
"Ah, sorry, Mom. It was just so amazing that I forgot to let you rest. Sorry, Mom," Sam said, then reached for Mom's fair hand as if to kiss it. "Oh, I almost forgot what Mom said about not casually touching girls' hands in China. Sorry, Mom." Sam held Mom's delicate, slender hand in mid-air before gently placing it back in its original position and apologizing again. "Giggle, you're teachable after all," Mom said, not angry this time but rather pleased. "Alright, you two go downstairs and rest," Mom stood up, looking at us. "Mm, goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Mom," Sam smiled at Mom, then came over and put his arm around my shoulder as we headed downstairs. After washing up, I lay in bed and started browsing "ccnncc.com" again. After some thought, I decided to write a novel about campus romance titled "My Her." As for who "she" was, I wasn't entirely sure myself, since I didn't know if Li Xiaojun liked me or not.
Once decided, I got straight to it. The summary of my novel would revolve around the tangled relationships and conflicts between two boys and one girl.
"Bang," just as I finished setting up the novel, Sam pushed the door open. He was wearing white briefs, the front of which was stretched taut, forming a prominent tent. "Zihan, what are you up to? Secretly chatting with the class monitor?" Sam sat down beside me, winking mischievously. "No, I'm just watching TikTok," I said. "Hehe, remember what I told you on the way home? I'll show you something tonight," Sam leered at me. This "nigga" better not be up to something weird again, I thought, glancing at him. "Hehe," Sam took out his phone, sat on my bed, and lay back against the headboard next to me. "Let me show you my girlfriend naked," Sam said, then opened a video. His French girlfriend?
Though it felt strange, I was somewhat curious. After all, the white girls on "ccnncc.com" had such explosive figures. As a bookish type, I couldn't help but imagine grabbing those big breasts through the screen.
"Mmm, FUCK, Sam, FUCK ME," in the video, an exquisitely beautiful white girl with her legs crossed and rubbing together, one hand caressing her lower body while the other fondled her own breasts. Wait, her breasts were huge—much bigger than Li Xiaojun's, even comparable to Mom's in size. "Damn, Sam, turn the volume down!" I was startled by the sound. If Mom heard, we'd be in big trouble.
"Forgot about that, I'll lower it," Sam said, turning the volume down significantly, though we could still hear his girlfriend moaning something. "Sam, ah... fuck me..." Looking at such a refined girl, I could actually hear her pleading with Sam from her words?
"Ah... oh..." In the video, Sam's girlfriend's thighs were lifted by a black hand, leaving her genitals completely exposed without any obstruction. I felt my face begin to heat up, and the organ beneath me also began to stir. Sam's French girlfriend—her genital area was completely bare. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals so clearly. It looked moist and flushed, blooming like a flower in the air. In the center of that flower was a small, dark hole, oozing with a clear, wet fluid. The opening was constantly twitching. For some reason, that hole held a strange allure for me, stirring a desire to explore further.
"Zihan, my girlfriend has a great body, right?" Sam said. "Mm," I replied, at a loss for words. "I'm about to play a game with her. Watch closely," Sam added. "Mm..." The girl let out a soft moan. I saw the small, dark hole of her genitals being penetrated by a black middle finger. When the finger was pulled out, it was so wet that strands of fluid stretched between it and her body.
"Ah... oh... fuck..." Soon, the French girl's genitals were penetrated by a thick, black cock. So this was... the game of adults?
I felt my breathing quicken and deepen, my throat swallowing hard. And to my utmost embarrassment, my own cock was straining upward.
"Ah... ah... Sam... ah... fuck..." The woman's genitals were being vigorously thrust into by that black cock, penetrating to the hilt with each stroke.
Every time the penis plunged in fully, the woman would roll her eyes upward, open her mouth, and let out an enticing moan.
"Slap... slap... slap... slap..." The girl's buttocks were being wildly spanked. "Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... ah... ah... ah..." I saw fluid gushing from the hole where the penis was thrusting. Was the girl... peeing?
"Sam, is she peeing?"
I asked in confusion. "Heh heh, no," Sam chuckled, looking quite pleased. "Ah... ah..." Finally, the thick, long penis withdrew from the girl's genitals, and a stream of fluid shot toward the camera. "Ugh..." I was stunned, unable to describe the feeling, yet inwardly, I found it strangely enjoyable.
"Heh heh, pretty good, right? This is the game of adults."
After saying this, Sam put his phone away. "Zihan, if you get the chance, try it with the class monitor. It's really fun—you'll like it," Sam said casually, as if this kind of thing was perfectly normal.
"Uh, Sam, how could that be possible? Don't talk nonsense. Doing this in China isn't allowed," I replied. Even though it looked incredibly pleasurable, it seemed illegal—something only allowed after marriage.
"Heh heh, Zihan, you're still too naive. I'll teach you later, help you become a real man." After saying this, Sam patted my shoulder, his serious expression making it clear he wasn't joking.
"Uh... forget it. I wouldn't dare. Let's sleep—we have to get up early for class tomorrow." With that, I lay down to sleep.
Truthfully, I was just thinking about how I wanted Sam to hurry back to his own bed so I could work on my literary creation.
"Hehe, alright, goodnight, my Zihan," Sam replied from under his bed. After turning off the bedroom light, I glanced at the website, randomly chose a picture as the book cover, and submitted it, waiting for the review to pass.
Satisfied, I turned off my phone, closed my eyes, and drifted into sleep, listening to the sound of Sam tossing and turning beneath the bed.
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