That night, I had a strange dream. In it, my middle school Chinese teacher appeared vaguely before me, seemingly naked. "Zihan, would you like to play an adult game with me?"
Her plump, black-stockinged legs swayed right before my eyes. "Yes, teacher, I want to," I said, reaching out with both hands to touch those legs. "Zihan, wake up. Your alarm's been ringing," Sam shook me awake—just as things were about to reach a critical moment. "Oh," I shot him a glare. Every time something good was about to happen, Sam had to ruin it. But it was so strange—why did I dream about my middle school Chinese teacher?
"What time is it, Sam?" I rubbed my eyes. "Seven-thirty," Sam replied, already getting dressed. "Mm, ah—I'm so tired. Time to get up." With that, I got out of bed, put on my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. Mom wasn't up yet. After we finished washing up, we left for school. The last class of the morning was with Zhang Min. She held our graded test papers and went over them with us. Aside from a few miscalculations, I had gotten everything else right.
Zhang Min probably already knew the results, as she kept glancing at me with a satisfied look from the podium. "Sam, you did quite well this time too—just one point away from passing. Keep it up," she said to Sam with a smile after class. "Okay, I'll definitely work hard to improve in math, teacher," Sam replied, staring straight at Zhang Min. She was wearing a flesh-colored dress today, her long hair loose, with a pair of white flats on her feet—she looked utterly charming. "Zihan, you did very well this time—just three points away from a perfect score. Keep it up," Zhang Min said, her eyes curved into crescents and a gentle smile on her face. That feeling… it reminded me of my middle school Chinese teacher. "Yes, teacher," I nodded. Her perfume was intoxicating.
"Alright, go have lunch now. Oh, and Xiaojun, you did well too. Keep working hard," Zhang Min said before walking away. "Wow, Teacher Zhang is so beautiful," Sam said dreamily, watching her leave. "Hehe, did you know? Teacher Zhang is dating someone—it's the PE teacher at our school," Li Xiaojun chimed in from behind me. "Which PE teacher? Do I know him?" I asked. When did Zhang Min start dating? "Hehe, I found out last night while chatting with some girls from another class. It's apparently the PE teacher from the middle school division," Li Xiaojun looked at me. "Oh, so that's why she's been dressing up so nicely lately," I smiled. "Hehe, of course. When you have a boyfriend, you have to look your best," Li Xiaojun said seriously. "Ah, Teacher Zhang has a boyfriend? I should congratulate her sometime," Sam said, sounding like a knight protecting his princess. "Hehe, come on, let's go eat," Li Xiaojun unexpectedly patted my head and walked off. "Zihan, do you think the class monitor might have a thing for you?"
Sam gave me a lecherous grin. "How would I know?" I said, though the sensation of being touched by a woman—that feeling—was just too amazing. "Zihan, I think you should make a move on her. Then you could play grown-up games with her, just like me and my girlfriend." Sam stood up and winked at me. "Uh... shut up," I rolled my eyes at him. And so, Sam and I fell into a routine between school and home, a three-point line, occasionally getting some exercise. Time flew by, and nearly two months passed in the blink of an eye. Sam also became familiar with the area around the route from home to school, occasionally going out to the supermarket on his own to buy things and bring them back.
During these two months, Sam studied Chinese and math diligently, and his grades improved noticeably. Of course, this was partly thanks to me, my mom, and Teacher Zhang Min, but Sam also put in a lot of effort himself.
I noticed something about Sam—he really knew how to ask questions. If he didn't understand something, he'd ask. He'd ask me, ask Li Xiaojun, ask other female classmates, go to the office to ask Zhang Min, and even after returning home, he'd often ask my mom about Chinese, frequently discussing Chinese culture and history. Mom was happy to share with him, often staying up so late that I'd already finished showering before he finally went downstairs to take his. I admired his dedication to learning.
Now, I felt the relationship between Mom and Sam was no longer as cold as it had been when he first arrived. Over these two months, Sam would occasionally give Mom massages. Sometimes he'd even invite me to join, and Mom and I would lie on the sofa while Sam worked his magic with his "South African-style" massage techniques. They were truly impressive—unique and so relaxing they'd make you drowsy. Mom, who often suffered from soreness from sitting in the office all day, would yelp in pain under Sam's kneading.
During these two months at school, Sam frequently went to the office to ask Zhang Min questions. He rarely napped in the classroom during lunchtime, which also contributed to his rapid improvement in math.
Every night, Sam would tell me stories about his hometown, especially about his girlfriend. Oh, and one night, Sam even had a video call with his girlfriend. He introduced me to her, and I have to say, that French girl was stunning—big eyes, a high nose, fair skin with a rosy glow, and a smile that revealed perfectly aligned, gleaming white teeth. I couldn't understand how such a beautiful French girl could like Sam, but then again, Sam really knew how to charm people. He was humorous and witty, even making my mom laugh, let alone young girls like her.
On "ccnncc.com," my novel was initially rejected because the cover violated the site's rules—it didn't meet their requirements. I had no choice but to upload a picture of Li Xiaojun's back. After all, it was just a back view, and Li Xiaojun's face wasn't shown, so no one on the site would likely recognize her anyway.
After changing the cover, it was finally approved, and I began my literary journey. At first, no one paid attention. A user from Europe commented, "Bro, you're writing a pure romance novel on ccnncc.com? You've come to the wrong place."
Later, I read a few stories others had posted and realized they were all what people call "erotic fiction."
Economic interests determine the direction of my writing. I decided to incorporate some "spicy" elements and noticed that comments from all over the world were increasing. Some even left messages like, "Boss, update soon, it's really good!" My confidence grew, and with the trust of my middle school Chinese teacher, "My Her" finally transitioned from pure romance literature to "erotic romance literature."
Of course, most of the inspiration came from Sam's enlightening stories every night and his charm with women.
On Christmas Eve in December, which also fell on a Thursday evening, Sam, my mom, and I were busy at home.
I thought Dad would come back to celebrate the holiday with us, but at noon, he called my mom to say he wouldn't return until New Year's Day. Mom, of course, scolded him.
Over the past two months, Dad had come home a few times. Each time, Sam would give him a massage, which made Dad adore him. Dad even told me to learn from Sam, help Mom with chores more often, and keep her company since she was alone at home.
"Zihan, we're out of soy sauce. Could you go to the supermarket and buy some?" Sam was busy by the oven, while Mom was stir-frying. In late December, Linhai City, though not snowy, was chilly. We had to wear two or three layers when going out to stay warm, but at home, with the air conditioning on, we didn't need as many layers.
It was Christmas Eve, and Mom had dressed up beautifully. I was truly dazzled by her appearance. She wore a dark blue semi-high-neck cotton undershirt paired with thick black leggings, a pink-and-white apron tied around her waist, flesh-colored socks, and white cotton slippers. With her tall figure and curves, she looked stunning—no, more like ethereal.
Sam was brushing soy sauce onto the roast chicken, waiting to put it in the oven.
"None left?"
I was washing vegetables nearby. "Yeah, hurry up. The roast chicken is the highlight of tonight's meal, especially since I'm making it," Sam smiled at Mom and then turned to me. "Alright, I'll go now." I'd already tried Sam's roast chicken once before. Foreigners really know how to make roasted and fried foods—they're especially delicious.
After returning to my bedroom to grab my coat, I headed to the supermarket near the entrance.
Tonight was Christmas Eve. Linhai City, as a major coastal city in China, couldn't miss out on Christmas—it's such a joyful and festive occasion.
By the time I bought the soy sauce and returned home, over ten minutes had passed. Sam and Mom were still busy in the kitchen. "Here's the soy sauce," I handed it to Sam. "Great, soy sauce makes it taste better," Sam said with a grin. "Mom, is there anything else you need me to do?"
I glanced at Mom. Huh, why does her face look so flushed? Even with the air conditioning on, it wasn't that hot inside.
"Mom, is it too warm? Maybe you should take a break, and I'll take over," I said. "No need. Once Sam finishes with the roast chicken, you two can go watch TV in the living room," Mom replied without looking at me, focusing on the dish in front of her. "Alright, Sam, let me help brush it too," I said, joining Sam in brushing his special seasoning onto the chicken. Soon, the chicken was in the oven, waiting to be roasted and enjoyed later.
In the living room, Sam and I were watching TV. Sam seemed to be chatting with his girlfriend who was far away in South Africa, grinning mischievously. I looked at the messages Li Xiaojun had sent me on my phone and started chatting with her. After all this time, my conversations with Li Xiaojun had become more and more open, and I even felt a somewhat ambiguous vibe between us. However, I didn't dare to suggest that we start dating, especially since she seemed to get along quite well with Sam too. I was afraid my feelings might be mistaken, which would only lead to embarrassment.
Looking at the photo Zhang Min had posted on social media with her boyfriend—a PE teacher from the junior high school—I couldn't help but feel jealous of how happy they looked.
Sam had already liked the post, though I had no idea when he had added Teacher Zhang on WeChat. Not long ago, when Zhang Min reposted something, I noticed Sam had liked it, and he explained that he added Zhang Min to learn math from her.
If only Li Xiaojun and I could take a photo together on a holiday like this. Tonight, Teacher Zhang was probably playing "adult games" with her boyfriend, and I found myself feeling a bit envious of that PE teacher.
During dinner, Dad video-called Mom, and our family spent a joyful Christmas Eve together, enjoying the roast chicken Sam had made.
In the bedroom, Sam and I stayed up until midnight. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, but Sam insisted we had to wait until after 12 o'clock to sleep, saying it would bring us luck in the new year.
In a daze, midnight passed. "Zihan, Merry Christmas!" Sam said cheerfully.
"Merry Christmas, Sam," I replied before lying down and falling asleep almost instantly. I didn't even know if Sam had gone to bed—before drifting off, I only saw him still chatting and talking with his girlfriend.
I'm not sure how much time had passed when a loud growling from my stomach woke me up. My stomach felt uncomfortable. I sat up but didn't see Sam in the bed below. Checking my phone, it was only 6:30 in the morning. Where had Sam gone?
I got up and walked out, noticing the bathroom light was on. "Sam," I called out.
"Ah, Zihan, why are you up?" Sam replied.
"My stomach hurts. I need to use the bathroom," I said helplessly.
"I'm using it too. Maybe you should go upstairs," Sam suggested.
"Alright," I agreed. Could it be that Sam's roast chicken was the problem? Or had both of us eaten something that upset our stomachs?
I went up to the second floor and saw my mom's bedroom door tightly shut. I headed toward the bathroom area. My parents' bathroom was quite large—one part for laundry, another for bathing, and a separate area for the toilet. There was also a big bathtub in the bathing section.
After turning on the light, I went into the toilet.
About ten minutes later, I heard the soft sound of my mom's bedroom door opening. "Zihan?" she called out after a moment.
"Yeah, Mom. Sam is using the bathroom downstairs, and my stomach hurts, so I'm using this one," I replied, peeking through the bathroom door to see my mom's blurry figure in the laundry area.
"Oh, after you're done, go brush your teeth. I'll make breakfast for you," Mom said.
I heard her brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom.
"Okay," I replied. After a while, I stepped out and saw my mom bent over, washing her face. Ever since I started writing steamy stories on "ccnncc.com," I've had this strange feeling whenever I see my mom's figure.
Mom was wearing black leggings with a flesh-colored long-sleeved base layer on top. Since she had her back to me, her full buttocks were directly facing me. The two plump mounds of flesh were wrapped tightly in the leggings, which was incredibly alluring. As she leaned forward, a patch of fair skin on her waist was exposed, creating a stark contrast between black and white that stimulated my eyes.
"Mom, I'm heading downstairs," I said, stepping back and then walking out with heavy footsteps to make it seem like I had just come out of the bathroom. "Mm, go ahead," Mom replied, turning her head to glance at me with a slight smile. Back in the bedroom, Sam was already getting dressed. "Sam, did you add the wrong seasoning? I've got an upset stomach too," I said, taking clothes out of the wardrobe. "I don't know, sorry, Zihan."
Sam's sincere expression made it impossible for me to stay angry with him.
"Let's go brush our teeth. Mom will be down soon to make breakfast," I said. "Mm," Sam replied with a faint smile. After breakfast, Sam asked Mom to transfer him some money, and then we headed to school.
It was Christmas Day, and the festive atmosphere was strong on the streets, especially at the square where a massive Christmas tree stood out prominently.
"Zihan, Sam, Merry Christmas," Li Xiaojun greeted us as we entered the classroom, patting our shoulders and handing each of us an apple. "Thank you, Class Monitor. You're the prettiest," Sam said, grinning and winking at her. "Thanks, Class Monitor. Merry Christmas," I added. "Hehe," Li Xiaojun replied happily. At noon, Sam and I went to the school supermarket to buy gifts for Li Xiaojun, which made her even happier. Sam's gift even included a greeting card. Li Xiaojun glanced at the card, blushed, and then looked at it again. I was completely baffled by Sam and Li Xiaojun's behavior.
Back in the classroom for the midday break, Sam went to the office to find Zhang Min again. He helped me take a gift to give to her. By the time class started, Sam had just returned. It was Friday.
Since it was Christmas, after waiting all afternoon, classes finally ended. Li Xiaojun and I dashed out of the school like wild horses. Why just Li Xiaojun and me, without Sam? Because Sam said he needed to ask Zhang Min some questions and would go home later. After all, Sam was already familiar with the way home. I just had to explain to Mom again. The previous two times, Sam had been scolded harshly by Mom, but he still hadn't learned his lesson.
"Zihan, how about we go to the mall for a bit before heading home?" Li Xiaojun suggested at the school gate. "Uh, okay," I replied, checking the time. It was exactly 5:30. If we got home before 6:30, Mom probably wouldn't say much.
Li Xiaojun and I walked toward the square.
On the way, the atmosphere felt a bit awkward. Li Xiaojun moved closer to me, and I could even smell the faint fragrance of perfume she seemed to be wearing today, which filled the air with a refreshing scent.
By chance, Li Xiaojun's hand brushed against mine. I was startled, my heart racing. "Um, we're almost there. Since it's Christmas today, I'll treat you to milk tea," I said, trying to avoid the awkwardness.
"Okay," Li Xiaojun replied sweetly, which only heightened my protective instincts. If only she were my girlfriend, I could openly hold her hand. The thought made me smile.
"What are you smiling about, so happily?" Li Xiaojun looked at me.
"Hehe, nothing," I said, glancing at her. With her black-framed glasses, she looked so beautiful and pure.
"Nothing, yet you're smiling? Silly," she said, then smiled herself. "Hehe, are you cold?"
I don't know why, but I suddenly really wanted to hold her hand. My left hand reached out and grasped Li Xiaojun's right hand. In that moment, my mind went completely blank. Li Xiaojun trembled slightly, but she didn't pull her hand away.
"Not cold," Li Xiaojun said shyly, looking at me. I noticed her ears had turned red. Seeing me staring at her, she turned her gaze back to the road ahead.
Though she was shy, and so was I, her hand remained tightly clasped in mine, with no sign of her letting go.
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