My sister snatched the photo from my hand, stared at it for a while, her frown deepening. Finally, she leaned close to Mom and softly comforted her, "Mom, don't be angry. I'm definitely on your side."
Without turning her head, Mom snapped irritably, "Get out of the way!"
My sister shrank back, startled, and retreated to the side. Seeing her put in her place, I couldn't help but chuckle. She shot me a fierce glare, tossing her head to signal me to step in.
I scratched my head, gathered my thoughts, then crouched by the bedside and said gently, "Mom, calm down. Dad is just like that—always suspicious and doubtful. Don't be angry. Even if he doesn't trust you, I do."
"What good does your trust do?" Mom's voice, still filled with anger, came from her turned back.
"Mom, that's a bit hurtful. After all, I'm the eldest son in the family. With me as your backup, even if you and Dad end up divorcing someday, I can help you get a bigger share of the assets."
"And me!" my sister chimed in.
Mom didn't respond. I gently shook her shoulder and kept pressing, "Right, Mom? Isn't that right?"
Mom suddenly sat up, frowning in annoyance. "Why are you kids so annoying! Can't you just leave and let me have some peace?"
With a cheeky grin, I sat down beside Mom, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "A mother's love is the greatest in the world. You've worked so hard to raise us, and now it's time for us to repay your kindness."
Mom glanced sideways at me. "How are you going to repay me?"
I placed the photo in front of her. "I can help you analyze this. Look at this photo—it's so clear and very coherent. It definitely wasn't taken casually. Someone must have planned it in advance."
Mom stared expressionlessly at the photo for a moment, then took it from my hand to examine it closely.
I pointed at it from the side. "Mom, look at the angle of this photo and the angle of that one. They were taken from two different spots. This was definitely a setup, and it wasn't done by just one person."
Mom didn't say anything, but her brow gradually furrowed.
"Do you have any enemies or something?"
Mom glared at me sideways. "You're the biggest enemy of my life."
"Don't joke around. I'm being serious."
Mom put down the photo, thought for a moment, and said, "It's all just business contacts—casual acquaintances, nothing deep. What kind of grudge could there be?"
"Where did this photo come from?"
"It was delivered by courier."
"Whoever knows our home address must be quite familiar with you."
"Obviously."
I hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Then... why did you go to a hotel with him?"
Mom glared at me, her willow-leaf eyebrows shooting up as she retorted, "Who went to a hotel with him?"
I pressed on, "Then what were you doing at the hotel with him?"
"It's work-related. What does it have to do with you?"
"I'm just trying to help you analyze the situation. I'm helping you find the suspect."
"I'll help too," my sister chimed in, squeezing closer. I pushed her aside, but she stubbornly forced her way back, nearly knocking me over.
"Mom scolded loudly, 'What time is it, and you're still causing a fuss!' After a moment of contemplation, she said, 'Our company has a business project with theirs. We went to the hotel to meet an out-of-town client.'
Although I firmly believed Mom would never cheat, hearing the confirmation from her own lips still made me heave a long sigh of relief.
I smiled and said to her, 'Actually, this is quite simple. Someone deliberately took these misleading photos and specifically sent them to our house. It's clear someone wants to ruin your relationship with Dad.'
Mom snorted, 'I figured that out long ago. Do I need you to tell me?'
'Yes, yes, you're the female Zhuge Liang, always one step ahead. I just wanted to remind you in case you were too close to the situation to see clearly.'
Mom sighed deeply, 'It's your dad who's too close to see clearly.'
'Dad is a bit narrow-minded, but once he calms down, he'll probably figure it out too.'
'I'm just angry. After so many years of marriage, he's still suspicious and jealous. Am I really that untrustworthy?'
Mom grew more agitated as she spoke.
I quickly defended Dad, 'Dad is a bit narrow-minded and has some old-fashioned ideas. You earn more than him and hold a higher position. He feels insecure about it.'
'So he feels insecure, and I should quit my job to become a housewife for you all?'
'Calm down, calm down,' I said, patting her back soothingly with a smile.
My younger sister suddenly asked, 'Mom, does the man in the photo have feelings for you?'
Mom glanced at her, 'Why do you ask?'
'I just think...' My sister's eyes darted around mischievously, 'He's the most suspicious.'
'Enough, enough. This has nothing to do with you kids. Don't meddle in adult matters. Go back to your room and study.' Mom gathered the photos and shooed us out.
As my sister was leaving, she turned back and asked, 'Mom, I'm hungry. Are we having dinner?'
Mom replied impatiently, 'Eat, eat, eat—all you think about is food, like a starving ghost reincarnated. I'm too annoyed to deal with you right now. Order takeout yourselves.'
'Oh.'
Once we left the bedroom, my sister asked me, 'Who do you think did this?'
'Whoever wants Mom and Dad to fight the most is the one behind it.'
'I still think the man in the photo is the most suspicious. He looks like a lecherous guy, probably coveting Mom's beauty and trying to steal her away by ruining their relationship.'
I couldn't help but laugh, 'You're not even that old, but you have quite the imagination. You've been watching too many melodramas.'
'Well, what do you think?' my sister retorted, glaring at me.
'I think... you might be right,' I chuckled. 'But it could also be something on Dad's side.'
'Dad's little mistress?'
'Who knows? I'm not Sherlock Holmes.'
Although that little troublemaker is about the same age as my sister, she's even more cunning and unpredictable. If she were behind this, I wouldn't be surprised at all.
My sister raised her fist in determination, 'Whoever it is, we can't let them succeed. This time, we have to work together and stop Mom and Dad from getting divorced.'
'Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. Now hurry up and order takeout.'
Even as I thought this, seeing my parents argue actually gave me a small, secret thrill. I even hoped they would fight more fiercely, maybe even get a divorce.
I knew such thoughts were utterly unfilial, but I couldn't help myself.
That night, my dad came home completely drunk. Mom complained, but she took meticulous care of him.
On Monday afternoon after school, that mysterious little enchantress appeared again on my way home.
With her hands tucked into her hoodie pockets, she stood leisurely by the street. As I passed by, she followed me, as if she had been waiting for me.
I didn't know why she was so fixated on me, but the handjob service in the movie theater was truly unforgettable.
"Don't you have school? Why are you always following me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Observing you."
I was taken aback. "Observing me? What's there to observe?"
"Eating habits, daily routines, personality, hobbies—everything about you."
I was both amused and exasperated. "Are you treating me like a lab rat?"
She followed me for a while, then suddenly declared with confidence, "Give me some money."
"Why should I?" I turned to look at her.
"Wasn't it good?" The little enchantress raised her right hand, her slender, jade-like fingers forming a loose circle. With her pinky raised like an orchid, she mimicked holding an invisible cylinder, moving her hand up and down, making a crude and vulgar gesture right there in public.
Instantly, I recalled the exhilarating, pleasurable sensation from the movie theater, and a wave of lust surged through me.
I knew what she meant, but I couldn't let her lead me around by the nose. Against my true feelings, I said, "It wasn't good."
She didn't say a word, just followed behind me, continuing the jerking-off motion, making my heart itch with desire. The intoxicating, bone-melting feeling replayed in my mind over and over.
I really wanted to experience the touch of her smooth little hands again, but I was afraid she might be setting a trap or playing tricks.
But then I thought, what was there to fear from a little girl like her? She just wanted some money.
After wrestling with my thoughts, I couldn't hold back any longer. I stopped and turned to ask, "How much do you want?"
"Two hundred."
It wasn't the outrageous demand I had imagined, so it was acceptable. I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Don't stop halfway."
"O~kay~!"
I looked around, wondering where to find a secluded spot. The little enchantress crooked her finger at me, signaling me to follow her.
We crossed a street and entered a sportswear store. I was puzzled, but before I could ask, she picked up a pair of athletic pants and said to the sales assistant, "Don't mind us, we'll try them on ourselves."
It dawned on me instantly, and I couldn't help but marvel at how experienced this little girl was.
Ignoring the sales assistant, she pulled me into the fitting room, pushed me against the wall, and crouched down to pull off my pants. Curious, I asked, "Do you do this kind of thing with boys often?"
She didn't answer, but I already knew the answer in my heart.
Looking down at her delicate, rosy face, wicked thoughts swarmed my mind. I couldn't help but swallow hard. By the time she pulled down my pants along with my underwear, my cock was already half-erect.
The little witch held the scrotum with her left hand and grasped the shaft with her right, giving it a gentle stroke. Once the cock had fully hardened and pulsed in her grip, she leaned in, her small mouth slightly open. Milky saliva dripped from the tip of her pink tongue, forming a thin line that pooled on the crimson glans, serving as lubrication.
Her palm was soft, smooth, warm, and supple, gliding up and down the shaft—an indescribable pleasure. Especially when the tender flesh of her thumb brushed against the coronal ridge, a tingling sensation shot through my entire body, making me tremble involuntarily. My member swelled, hard as steel.
The glistening fluid seeping from the urethral opening made her hand movements even smoother. I let out soft, muffled groans, my fists clenched, legs stiff, holding my breath with effort.
This little girl's technique was simply too incredible. With just her hand, she brought more pleasure than making love with Lu Yiyi.
I looked down at her delicate face—her expression was calm, her eyes clear, devoid of any hint of desire. It was a stark contrast to what she was doing, and for some reason, a sense of guilt crept into my heart, making me want to cover her eyes with my hand.
Just as I struggled to hold back, a saleswoman's voice suddenly came from outside: "Does the clothing fit?" Her tone was hesitant, clearly sensing something amiss.
The little witch remained composed, continuing her rhythmic stroking, but I was terrified. I quickly replied, "Just a moment, the button… it's stuck."
The saleswoman fell silent, but I knew I couldn't delay any longer. Though reluctant, I had to finish quickly.
Just as I was about to urge her to hurry, the girl leaned forward, her face almost touching me. Her hot breath brushed against the glans, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
A moment later, she opened her small mouth, enveloping half of the glans, and sucked hard as if savoring an ice cream. Then, her delicate tongue pressed against the base of the shaft and gave a gentle flick. It felt like an electric shock—my whole body went numb, trembling uncontrollably, and I nearly moaned aloud.
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