"Zihan," Grandma was still standing in front of the old house, waiting for us to return. Though it was called the "old house," it wasn't actually old—Dad had renovated it a couple of years ago. It had everything, including air conditioning, which Dad had installed for my grandparents, though they rarely used it.
"Grandma, we're back," I said, and Sam and I ran over. "Oh, who's this dark-skinned boy?" Grandma didn't seem surprised at all; instead, she looked at Sam with a cheerful smile. "Grandma, my name is Sam. I'm Zihan's good friend, and I'm from Africa," Sam took Grandma's hand. "Hehehe, good, good. Zihan, take your friend inside. Grandpa is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner," Grandma looked at me kindly. "Okay, Grandma. Sam, come on. My grandpa loves making friends," I said, leading Sam into the courtyard. "Grandpa," I called out, seeing a sturdy, medium-built elderly man busy in the kitchen—that was Grandpa. "Oh, Zihan, who's this?" Grandpa widened his eyes, looking at Sam. "Grandpa, my name is Sam. I'm from South Africa, and Zihan and I are good friends," Sam went over and shook Grandpa's hand warmly, without any hint of shyness. "South Africa, oh, I know that place. I've been there before. Diamonds—there are plenty there," Grandpa looked at Sam and laughed. "Yes, that's right. Oh, I almost forgot, Grandpa. When I return to South Africa, if I have the chance to come back to China, I'll bring you some diamonds," Sam grinned at Grandpa. "Hahaha, this kid, good, good. Zihan, Sam's Chinese is really good. Impressive," Grandpa seemed to like Sam a lot, especially since he had dark skin, a kind and honest appearance, and an outgoing, warm personality.
"You two go rest. Zihan, take Sam to the living room to watch TV and have some snacks," Grandpa patted me. "Okay," I nodded, leading Sam to the living room and settling into a rocking chair—it was incredibly comfortable.
"Zihan, Grandpa's house is huge," Sam said, looking around in amazement. "Of course. This whole farm belongs to Grandpa," I replied. "Wow, we should come play here in the summer," Sam suggested. "Yeah, we can," I said, quite pleased with Sam's reaction. It was cold outside, but the house was warm and cozy. Munching on nuts grown by Grandma and Grandpa felt wonderfully peaceful.
In the evening, Sam and I set off firecrackers in the yard. Sam filmed everything on his phone, probably to share with his friends and parents back home. He was overjoyed.
"Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, and Zihan—thank you for letting me experience Chinese New Year. Thank you all," Sam said with a wide grin, wearing a bright red jacket. His playful antics made Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad laugh heartily, while Mom smiled from time to time, clearly happy too.
We watched the Spring Festival Gala together as a family, filled with warmth and joy. At one point, Sam went to the bathroom, and Mom even accompanied him. "Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one—Happy New Year!"
As the hosts on TV counted down, the arrival of the 2021 Lunar New Year was official. Sam and I lit fireworks in the yard, and soon other households joined in, filling the small town's sky with a dazzling display of colors. "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom—Happy New Year," I said, leading Sam to offer New Year's greetings to the elders. Red envelopes were, of course, generously given.
That night, Sam and I shared a room. After showering, Sam video-called his French girlfriend, proudly showing her his red envelope. He even got up to film the yard outside through the window, leaving his girlfriend astonished. "Zihan, thank you. I feel celebrating the festival in China is really meaningful," Sam said as he returned to bed and lay down beside me. "You're welcome," I replied. Though I sometimes envied Sam's outgoing nature and charm, I couldn't deny that he was talented in many ways and was genuinely trying to learn about Chinese culture.
"Hey, Sam," I said. "What's up, Zihan?" Sam looked at me. "We have to wake up early tomorrow. If you sleep in, you'll be lazy all year," I teased him. "Okay," Sam nodded. Fireworks and firecrackers occasionally sounded outside, and as Sam began to snore, I drifted off to sleep as well.
The next day, after waking up, I called Sam, and we went to the yard to set off more fireworks. Mom looked especially beautiful today, wearing a red jacket, black trousers, and a pair of red high heels. Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Zihan, your mom is really beautiful," Sam said as we watched her busily working in the kitchen. "Of course. She's this handsome guy's mom, after all," I said proudly. Mom had always been a source of pride for me since childhood—even more than when I scored first place in exams. From parent-teacher meetings onward, I'd always felt this way.
After staying at Grandpa's house for five days, we returned to the city.
Grandpa and Grandma had taken quite a liking to this dark-skinned young man and sent us back with plenty of nuts. Sam didn't hold back either—he accepted everything offered without hesitation, which even made Mom laugh.
On the way back in the car, Duyou actually sent over one of Mom's TikTok videos. It turned out Mom had posted a new video—shot in Grandpa's yard, with the sky full of colorful fireworks.
"Goddess, why aren't you showing your face anymore? Wuwuwu…"
"Goddess, Happy New Year!"
"Wife, I miss you, wife…"
…
So many comments, and Mom hadn't replied to any of them. I smiled with satisfaction—how could my mom possibly bother with you ordinary folks?
Back home, Sam and I took turns showering, then comfortably settled into bed. Even though the past few days at Grandpa's house had been fun, it still felt like something was missing.
During these days, Li Xiaojun had been chatting with me. Sometimes I'd even video call her, with Sam joining in. Li Xiaojun would blush shyly, especially when her mom suddenly entered her room and asked, "Who are you chatting with?" "My classmate." "Why are you blushing if it's just your classmate?" "Mom, I'm not!"
Then there was Zhang Min, who posted photos of celebrating the New Year with her boyfriend. Sam had already liked them before I even saw them. I started to wonder if Sam was constantly checking Zhang Min's WeChat.
Maybe everyone was a bit tired these past few days. After Mom and Dad went upstairs, they didn't come back down. Sam was on his phone, and I was updating "My Her" on ccnncc.com. For some reason, the novel I was writing was getting more and more explicit.
That German fan, Frank, had sent me a private message a couple of days ago, saying he was pursuing that French "Gallic hen." He mentioned that my advice—"persistence leads to victory"—made a lot of sense. The girl had gradually started accepting Frank's invitations. Moreover, Frank had discovered a secret about that beautiful young teacher. Below is our conversation:
"Boss, guess what secret I found out about the teacher?"
"What secret?"
"One day, I was heading home from school very late. When I passed the teacher's office, guess what I saw?"
"What did you see?"
"I saw the teacher masturbating inside—you know, touching her own breasts."
"When she saw me coming, she immediately pulled her hand away from her chest and gave me a faint smile."
"Really? You couldn't have mistaken it, could you? Maybe she was just scratching an itch."
"Definitely not. The door was half-open, and I had a clear view of where she was sitting. Besides…"
"Besides what?"
"Besides, I saw her bra was white—really noticeable. I'm sure I didn't see it wrong."
"No way, how could the teacher masturbate in the office?"
"It's true. When she saw me, she immediately pulled her hand back and straightened her clothes."
"This…"
"Hehe, I get it now. She must be unsatisfied. I have a chance now, especially since she let me see."
"…"
"Boss, wait and see. Maybe I can even threaten her a little."
"Aren't you afraid she'll report you? The laws in your country are pretty strict."
"I'm not scared. After all, I'm a minor."
"Uh, Frank, don't act impulsively."
"I won't, Boss. Wait for my good news."
"Alright, waiting for your good news."
"Okay, bye, Boss."
Our conversation ended there, but what Frank mentioned had me quite excited. Frank had secretly filmed that teacher—a stunning European beauty. If she really was masturbating in the office, I was genuinely looking forward to seeing what Frank would do next.
I continued updating my writing, but soon drowsiness set in. However, Sam moved closer. "Zihan, you look really tired. Let me give you a little stimulation," Sam said as he lay down beside me. "What is it?" I asked, puzzled. "Here, check out this amazing video," Sam licked his lips. I looked at the phone in his hand. "Ah..." A fair, plump butt was pressed against a table—it looked like a classroom desk?
A dark hand was caressing that pale, soft buttocks, and a thick, shiny black penis was thrusting in and out between the cheeks. "Ah... mmm..." Another seductive moan followed. My own penis began to stir. "Damn, Sam, is that you and your girlfriend doing it in the classroom?"
I swallowed hard, unable to look away. "Heh, yeah," Sam replied. "Mmm... ah... ah..." The woman's moans started slow, then escalated into uncontrollable cries. The video seemed to skip a lot, shaking and moving erratically. "Slap... slap... slap..." The black cock plunged deep into that plump buttocks, and the woman's hips trembled slightly. "Squelch... squelch... squelch... pop."
"Ah... ha... mmm... huff..." The woman's thighs quivered faintly. "Oh, bitch," a voice that sounded like Sam's said. "Slap... slap... slap..." The rhythm grew faster. The pale buttocks tightened, the muscles along the inner thighs contracting as if about to give way. "FUCK!"
Sam thrust hard into that plump buttocks pressed against the desk—it looked like he went all the way through. My heart clenched watching it. The video shook violently, and I saw Sam pull out his penis as the full buttocks sagged downward. "Mmm... ah..."
The woman's pale, soft body collapsed toward the camera, and the video ended.
"Heh, Zihan, pretty exciting, huh?" Sam looked at me. "No, Sam, what happened to your girlfriend at the end?" I swallowed again, my own penis now rock-hard.
"Oh, her? She went completely limp. Luckily, I caught her," Sam said proudly. What's there to be proud of, making your girlfriend collapse like that? I rolled my eyes at him. "Heh, the floor was soaked with her juices. I forgot to film that part," Sam seemed to be reminiscing. "...Impressive." He might be impressive, but I was feeling pretty uncomfortable now. Still, I didn't want to masturbate anymore—all because of Sam. "Sam, I need to take a nap. I'm exhausted," I said, wanting to calm my desires. "Alright, Zihan, go ahead and sleep," Sam returned to his bed and went back to scrolling on his phone.
In the evening, my parents took us out for New Year visits, and we collected a lot of red envelopes. Dad drank with relatives and friends, and before we knew it, it was ten o'clock. Sam and I supported Dad on either side and finally made it back home.
After putting Dad to bed, Mom went to take a shower. Sam and I headed downstairs to wash up too—carrying Dad back had worn us out.
"Sam, I'll shower first," I said, wanting to freshen up and then chat with Li Xiaojun, maybe arrange to hang out with her tomorrow.
"Sure, go ahead," Sam grinned. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Dad reeked of alcohol, which made me smell like it too. I spent a long time in the bathroom washing it off and finally got clean.
Returning to the living room, I saw Sam chatting with Mom. It seemed she had already finished washing up. Drying my hair, I walked over to them. "Sam, it's your turn to shower," I said, looking at him. "Alright, Zihan. Keep Mom company for a while," Sam replied with a smile, heading to the bathroom with his change of clothes.
"Mom, aren't you going to rest yet?" I asked, looking at her. She must have just finished bathing, her skin still moist and flushed, her complexion fair and rosy. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and black leggings. Even in the simple T-shirt, Mom's full chest was quite noticeable, the fabric stretched taut over her curves. I couldn't help but steal a couple of glances. Luckily, I was busy drying my hair, so she didn't notice me looking. Wait... on the peaks of her chest, where the white T-shirt stretched over the fullness, there were two small, finger-sized protrusions?
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