I had intended to continue opening Frank's private message to see what it was about, but just then, I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. It must have been Sam returning. I had no choice but to exit the website and head toward the living room.
"Zihan, just you wait—I'm going to show off my skills tonight!"
Seeing me come out, Sam, dressed in shorts and a tank top with his bare black feet, was holding a bag of vegetables and a bag of meat. Mom, who I hadn't noticed earlier, was already sitting in the living room.
"Okay, okay!" I smiled, my lips curling upward, as I watched Sam take the vegetables to the kitchen. I walked over and sat on the sofa next to Mom.
Mom looked exhausted, yet her complexion was rosy and glowing—fair skin tinged with a healthy flush, utterly captivating.
Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands gently drifting across her fair forehead in the breeze from the air conditioner, brushing past her high-bridged nose. Her eyes were slightly closed as she gazed at the television across from the sofa.
Her slender, swan-like neck was also touched with a hint of rosiness. She wore a fitted, light-red ice-silk short-sleeved top that slightly revealed her snow-white abdomen. Below, she had on a pair of gray cotton home shorts. Mom's lower body was naturally slender yet full, and with her height of 1.75 meters, her fair, glowing legs extended straight out from the gray shorts. The fullness of her thighs and hips strained the cotton shorts, making them appear tight. Unintentionally, I even caught a glimpse of the outline near the top of her thighs.
What puzzled me was that Mom hadn't said a word, just kept staring at the TV as if she were about to drift off to sleep.
"Mom, Sam is actually cooking tonight? I'm a bit hesitant to eat later…" I broke the somewhat awkward silence.
"Huh? Let me go check…" Mom seemed to snap out of her daze at my words. She got up and, like Sam, walked barefoot toward the kitchen.
Watching Mom's retreating figure, I couldn't help but notice how large her hips seemed. Was it because the gray shorts she was wearing were too small?
Seeing both Mom and Sam busy in the kitchen, I knew I couldn't just sit idle, so I followed them to the kitchen as well.
"Sam, do you need any help?"
I walked to the kitchen doorway in my slippers and saw Sam vigorously squeezing what looked like an orange or a lemon, dripping its juice over a plate of meat. The sight of his dark hands instantly killed my appetite.
"No need, Zihan. Just relax and rest in the living room. Tonight, I'm making a South African dish for you and Mom to try—it's absolutely delicious." Sam looked at me with a sincere smile and licked his lips.
"Um… are you sure you don't need help?"
I glanced at him, then at Mom, who was washing vegetables beside him.
Sam was wearing transparent gloves—it seemed Mom's scolding had left an impression on him. He even had a clean apron on. Seeing Mom's indifferent expression as she picked through the vegetables in her hands, I tactfully returned to the living room. Although I was still worried about whether Sam might bully Mom again, they were both cooking now, and I was in the living room, ready to appear in the kitchen at any moment. Sam surely wouldn't dare do anything to Mom. Besides, I believed that what happened at noon must have been because Sam pretended to be pitiful or took advantage of Mom while she was sleeping to assault her. Mom was probably still very angry—why else would she have remained silent earlier?
However, that damn "nigga" Sam—if I ever get the chance, I'm definitely going to violate his mother, even though she's a black woman… but I think he said his mother died a long time ago… damn, that's terrifying!
I lay back down on the seat, enjoying the air conditioning, and took out my phone. Li Xiaojun was replying to my messages, and as we chatted, I quickly got absorbed in the conversation. From the kitchen, the occasional clatter of pots and pans could be heard. It was Sam's first time cooking, and he sounded quite serious about it. With Mom helping out, dinner would probably be ready soon.
"You know what, Xiaojun? Sam is actually making dinner for us tonight—unbelievable," I replied to Li Xiaojun.
"...Really?" Xiaojun replied.
"Yeah, he even said he's making South African dishes for me and my mom to try. He's cooking right now," I replied.
"Is that so? Then why are you still chatting instead of helping Sam? /knock" Xiaojun replied.
"Sam doesn't want me to—" Just as I typed those words to reply, the lights and TV in the living room suddenly went out, along with the kitchen lights.
Damn! Dinner isn't even ready yet, and there's a power outage?!
"Mom… did the power go out?" I heard Sam's voice from the kitchen.
"Yeah…" Mom seemed to respond.
I quickly got up and headed toward the kitchen.
"Mom, Sam, what do we do? The power's out. Damn it, did some construction work cut the cables somewhere?"
I grumbled in frustration.
In the darkness, only my phone screen was glowing. The kitchen was pitch black, and I could only make out the vague silhouettes of Mom and Sam. But from their outlines, something about Mom and Sam seemed strange.
Because of the power outage, I walked to the kitchen entrance in my slippers. Mom appeared to be facing me, but Sam was standing behind her. In the darkness, their silhouettes seemed to overlap.
"Zihan, it should be fine. The power will probably come back soon. Mom didn't receive any outage notice," Sam's voice came from behind Mom.
"Mom, is that true? You didn't get any notice from the power company?"
I looked at Mom, who wasn't far across from me.
The layout of our kitchen is such that after entering the kitchen door, there's a row of ceramic counters for storing food and ingredients. In other words, between Sam, Mom, and me, there was a row of ceramic counters blocking the lower halves of Sam and Mom's bodies. I could only see the outlines of their upper bodies.
"Yeah… no notice…" Mom said.
"Ugh… this is so annoying! I'm so frustrated!" I yelled.
"Sam! Is dinner ready yet?" Thinking about that bastard Sam and how he insisted on making African food tonight—if Mom had cooked, it would've been done ages ago.
"...Uh, sorry, Zihan. I'm a bit flustered, even with Mom's help, but it's almost done. Right, Mom?"
Sam and Mom's silhouettes kept overlapping in the darkness. Why does he have to ask Mom about everything?
"Yeah… it is… Zihan, go find… the flashlight at home. It's in… the storage room…" Why did Mom's voice sound a bit off?
"Okay," I replied, turning to go get the flashlight.
"Oh, and Zihan, come here for a second. Mom already made this cold dish. Take it to the living room first. Once the power comes back, I'll finish up, and we can have dinner!"
Sam called out to me, telling me to take the dish Mom had prepared.
"...Mm." Though somewhat reluctant to be ordered around by Sam, with Mom present, I had no choice but to listen to him and go fetch the plate from the stove.
"Is this the one?"
As I approached Mom, I finally saw that Sam was standing beside her. Maybe I hadn't seen clearly earlier, and since Sam is Black, I had mistakenly thought he and Mom were overlapping. For some reason, that realization put me at ease.
"Mm."
Mom acknowledged, and I reached out with both hands to take the plate. In that moment of looking down, I noticed Mom's slender hands clenched into claws, tightly gripping the edge of the stove. But I didn't think much of it, just took the plate and walked out.
"Thanks, Zihan! I'll reward you later with my most delicious South African dish!" Sam's cheerful voice followed me from behind. Yeah, right, like I'd eat that crap, you dumb n****r.
I placed the plate on the dining table in the living room and headed toward the storage room. Using my phone's flashlight, I searched inside for a while before finally finding a flashlight. Carrying it back to the kitchen, this time with my phone light on, I saw Mom and Sam still busy cooking. I handed the flashlight to Mom, only to notice she seemed unusually warm—her slender neck flushed with a rosy hue, and her face carried an indescribable, captivating charm.
"Oh, Zihan, shine the light here for me. Once we're done, we can have our candlelit dinner." Sam grinned at me, one hand holding the plate, the other stirring its contents.
"Mom, you're my favorite person. Try a bite first and see if it's good." Right before my eyes, Sam picked up a piece of what looked like curry chicken and moved it toward Mom's mouth.
I expected Mom to slap Sam, but to my surprise, she didn't react as I imagined—no slap, not even a scolding. Instead, she parted her vibrant lips and let Sam's gloved black hand place the curry-like beef into her mouth.
"Is it good, Mom?" Sam widened his eyes, staring intently at her.
"Mm..." Mom simply murmured, quickly picking up a bowl of soup from the table and heading toward the living room.
"..." I stared speechlessly at Sam, figuring Mom was just saving face for him. After all, it wouldn't look good to scold an outsider like him repeatedly in front of me.
"Hehe, Zihan, come on, try some." Sam grinned widely, his black hand grabbing another piece of meat—pork or beef—and extending it toward my mouth.
"Uh... Sam... wait... I'll eat it myself..." I forced a smile, trying to decline.
"Come on... no need to be polite..." While I was speaking, Sam shoved that yellowish-brown piece of meat, dripping with various sauces, right into my mouth. I was about to spit it out, but then a strange yet oddly familiar flavor hit me—something I couldn't quite place but didn't taste bad. So I swallowed it.
"Hehe, tasty, right? Here, take this to the living room. I'll get our dinner ready." Sam finished, pulling off his gloves and tossing them into the trash, then licking the middle finger of his left hand.
Damn, Sam is so disgusting. I quickly carried his South African dish to the living room, but Mom wasn't there. Soon, Sam brought his food over, and we sat for a while. Then Mom came downstairs, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a coffee-colored maxi dress that revealed her fair, fragrant shoulders, with the hem just covering her calves.
Although I've seen Mom's ethereal beauty countless times, I still can't help but marvel inwardly every time, "Mom is so beautiful!" If my future wife could be as beautiful as Mom, I'd be completely satisfied.
I glanced at Sam. Just as I expected, his eyes widened in awe, looking utterly unsophisticated.
"Mom, you're so beautiful, the most gorgeous goddess I've ever seen!"
Sam exclaimed excitedly.
"Hmph... stop flattering!"
Mom gave Sam a cold glance and then sat across from us.
"Really, Zihan, tell me, isn't Mom the most beautiful woman?!"
Sam insisted.
"Yeah, of course. Just look at whose mom she is!" I said proudly.
"Alright, alright... both of you, eat up!" Mom laughed happily. It turns out that no matter how aloof or beautiful a woman is, she still loves to hear others praise her beauty, comparing her to a fairy descending to earth.
Sam had suggested lighting candles for a romantic dinner, but we ran out of candles at home. So, we ended up using phone lights and flashlights to finish our meal.
During dinner, I couldn't help but glance at Mom again. Since she was sitting facing Sam and me, her full, rabbit-like breasts were directly in our line of sight. What frustrated me the most was that Mom wasn't wearing a bra—the peaks of her ample breasts, with their two prominent points, were clearly visible through the coffee-colored dress.
Anyway, we finally finished dinner, but the lights were still out. After Sam and I cleaned up the dishes, Mom had already gone upstairs to rest. After we showered, Sam and I hurried to bed. The comfort of lying under the covers eased my mind quite a bit.
Listening to Sam rustling and tossing in his bed below, sleepiness washed over me like a stampede of ten thousand alpacas. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
In the middle of the night—yes, I woke up again. This time, it was because my stomach kept rumbling incessantly. I had to get up and rush to the bathroom. Glancing at Sam's bed, I realized he wasn't there?!
A chill shot from my scalp to the soles of my feet, followed by a wave of dread that swept through my entire body. Feeling like I was about to soil myself, I hurried to the bathroom.
The first-floor bathroom was pitch black, and Sam wasn't inside. Anxious and with my stomach churning, a sense of unease welled up in my heart.
Finally done, I tiptoed toward the second floor. As the steps appeared before me one by one, my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.
However, when I reached the second floor, it wasn't the scene I had imagined—nothing like what happened yesterday afternoon when I returned from my date with Li Xiaojun. Instead, the second floor was eerily quiet. Where had Sam gone?
I felt utterly puzzled. Could Sam have sleepwalked outside? That seemed impossible. If he were prone to sleepwalking, he would have done it long ago—not just disappeared tonight.
Driven by curiosity and a desire to know, I still went up to the second floor. Because of the power outage tonight, the house was darker than usual, but I could still make out faint outlines of the hallway.
I saw that the doors to the second-floor bathroom and laundry room were both tightly shut, and the door leading to the balcony was also firmly closed. If Sam hadn't gone out, there was only one possibility—he was either behind one of these doors or in Mom's room.
At this thought, my heart began racing again. I tiptoed to the end of the second floor, listening like a thief for any movement from the bathroom or laundry room, but I heard nothing. That confirmed no one was inside.
As for the balcony, it was even less likely Sam would be there so late at night. That left only one place—Mom's bedroom.
Controlling my emotions, I steadied my breathing and once again moved the box placed by the laundry room door, which was used for storing miscellaneous items. Fortunately, Mom seemed to have cleared out the contents of the box, so I could lift it easily with both hands. Placing it beneath the vent in Mom's bedroom, I climbed onto the box again, and the scene inside her room came into view once more.
However, with just one glance into Mom's bedroom, I saw a sight I would never forget for the rest of my life.
Yes, Mom and Sam were in the bedroom, but they weren't sleeping on the bed. Instead, Mom was naked, lying sideways on her vanity table, while Sam, like a demon, had one hand covering Mom's mouth and the other gripping her slender waist. His dark lower body was slowly moving, grinding against Mom's snow-white buttocks, which stood out starkly in the darkness.
The sight startled me so much that I nearly fell off the box. I clamped both hands tightly over my mouth, afraid I might make a sound that Mom or Sam would hear.
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