After that one lick, she pulled back, as if teasing me on purpose. Her delicate, adorable face still wore that innocent, guileless expression. I urged her anxiously, "Keep going, keep going."
The little witch smiled sweetly. "It'll cost extra."
"How much?"
"A thousand."
"You… you're… you're taking advantage of the situation!"
She just squatted there, looking up at me without saying a word. I was nearly driven mad and growled under my breath, "I don't have that much money."
"You can owe me."
"Fine, fine, I owe you. Hurry up, hurry up."
The little witch opened her mouth again and leaned in, swallowing the entire glans. Her pink tongue slid over the urethral opening—soft and springy. I took a deep breath, thrust my hips forward, and forced half the shaft into her small mouth.
The girl looked up at me with her watery, wide eyes, wearing a pitiful, aggrieved expression. Unfortunately, instead of evoking my sympathy, it only stirred my animalistic desire. I thrust harder, pushing the shaft past her warm, wet, slippery mouth and into her throat.
Her face flushed slightly from the strain, but she didn't resist. With both hands clutching my thighs, she quietly gazed up at me.
I have to admit, her current demeanor was truly infuriating. Recalling how she had toyed with me time and again, I couldn't help but thrust in and out, fucking her little mouth.
My cock filled her mouth completely, yet she offered no resistance or complaint. Instead, she cupped my testicles with both hands, matching my rhythm as she carefully massaged them. At the same time, with every thrust, her soft, delicate tongue would automatically wrap around the shaft, gently licking it. When the tip of my cock reached deep into her throat, she would swallow, creating a vortex-like sensation as if trying to suck the entire length inside.
Watching my hard cock slide back and forth between her cherry-red lips, both my psychological and physical pleasure reached their peak.
I held her head and began thrusting wildly. Just then, the sales assistant's voice came from outside the door again: "Um… are you done yet? There are other people waiting to try on clothes."
Still fucking her mouth, I gritted my teeth and said, "Almost… almost done."
"Hurry up…" the sales assistant's voice was filled with resentment.
After a frenzy of thrusting, I could no longer hold back. Clutching her head, I pushed my cock deep into her throat, straightened my back, and released thick streams of cum. The girl held onto my thighs, her throat pulsing as she swallowed every drop.
She swirled her tongue, cleaning every last trace of cum from the tip of my cock before slowly pulling back.
My mind spun with dizziness, and I felt as though I were floating on clouds.
I had to admit, this was the most comfortable and thrilling sexual experience I had ever enjoyed.
"Are you done yet?"
The sales assistant urged again. I quickly pulled up my pants, straightened my appearance, and stepped out of the fitting room.
Two female sales assistants stood outside, glaring at us with dark expressions.
Having done something wrong, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Apologetically, I said, "Sorry, the button on the clothes broke."
"Do the pants fit?" one of the sales assistants asked angrily.
"Not really. Maybe next time." I handed the pants back and pulled the little witch out with me.
Just as we were about to leave the store, she suddenly reached out and pushed over a clothing rack by the entrance, then turned and ran outside.
Seeing the sales assistants shriek and curse angrily, I didn't have time to think. I followed her and fled.
After running for a while, with no one chasing us, the little witch stopped, turned around, and recited a phone number, saying I could call her anytime if I needed anything.
I was truly baffled by this crazy girl, completely unable to understand her logic. After all that commotion, was it just to get me as a client?
Still, I took out my old phone and asked her to repeat the number, carefully saving it.
When editing the contact name, I suddenly realized I didn't even know her name. I looked up and asked. The little witch tilted her head, her eyes rolling thoughtfully, and softly said, "Annuo."
A nice name.
When I got home, my dad was sitting on the couch looking at his phone. Seeing me come in, he scolded irritably, "You're in your final year of high school, yet you're still running around all day. Where have you been so late?"
My dad rarely used to bother with me. Knowing he was in a bad mood, I didn't take it to heart and made up an excuse to brush it off.
I put down my backpack and wandered into the kitchen. Mom was standing with her back to me in front of the stove, and the water in the pot was bubbling loudly. I greeted her from the doorway, but she didn't react at all, as if lost in thought.
I couldn't help but take in her figure—the gentle curves, the full, shapely hips. Even her loose-fitting loungewear couldn't hide her devilish figure, and the apron's tie cinched her waist into a slender line.
Uncontrollably, my mind drifted to scenes from incestuous erotica—a lustful son barging into the kitchen, embracing his mother from behind, stripping off her pants despite her struggles, pressing her against the sink, and forcing his hard cock inside…
I quickly tapped my head to shake off the absurd, lustful thoughts, then walked up behind her and gently patted her shoulder.
Mom visibly flinched, turned around, and frowned at me. "You little rascal, you scared me!"
"I greeted you, but you didn't hear me," I said, picking up a slice of cucumber and popping it into my mouth. "What are you thinking about so intently?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? Go back to your room and do your homework."
"With the two of you almost getting divorced, what's the point of doing homework?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth shut."
Because of those inexplicable photos, Dad and Mom had fallen into a cold war, but my relationship with Mom had actually improved quite a bit.
At least the atmosphere wasn't as awkward anymore, and we could joke around like we used to.
I stood beside Mom and asked, "Is Dad still angry? Haven't you two made up yet?"
Mom scooped the chopped vegetables into a plate without responding.
I pressed on, "Didn't we analyze the suspicious points the other day? Didn't you tell Dad?"
Mom snorted. "What's there to say? If he can't figure out something so obvious, he's an idiot."
Though a dark part of me secretly wished my parents would hurry up and divorce, the rational side still hoped they could reconcile.
I put on a mature and earnest demeanor, speaking with heartfelt sincerity. "Mom, I think sometimes you're just too stubborn. Things that could be cleared up with a few words, you insist on getting angry about."
Mom didn't appreciate it at all. She slammed the kitchen knife onto the cutting board and scolded, "You've got too much time on your hands, meddling in other people's business all day. Our marriage is none of your concern! If you have this much free time, why don't you think about your studies? I'm warning you—if your grades drop again this exam, don't call me Mom anymore."
Well, my good intentions were completely wasted.
I quickly explained, "I was originally focused on my studies, ignoring everything else. But you two have made the family atmosphere so tense that I can't concentrate on studying. That's why I said a few words to you. Why are you getting so worked up with me?"
Mom said irritably, "Why don't you go talk to your dad? Oh, so it's all my fault, is it?"
"No, you're not wrong, and Dad's not wrong either. The one who's wrong is the person who sent those photos. That person is just awful."
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and get out of here," Mom said impatiently.
I tucked my hands into my sleeves and stammered, "Mom, can I discuss something with you?"
"Go ahead."
"Lately, all I do every day is eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, and study. My brain is really starting to feel dizzy. Can I... take a night off?"
Mom paused for a moment, then said coldly, "You're always the one with the most excuses."
Though her tone wasn't great, the underlying message was clear—she agreed.
I felt like a prisoner granted parole, so excited that I loudly said, "Thanks, Mom!" Then I cupped her face and gave her a big kiss.
Mom was clearly taken aback, immediately pushing me away and looking at me with a hint of panic. Only then did I snap back to reality, instinctively taking a step back.
My mom and I used to joke around like this all the time, and it was never a big deal. But lately, whenever we engage in these affectionate gestures, I can't help but feel a bit awkward.
"Alright, get out of here already. You're so annoying."
In the end, it was Mom who broke the awkward atmosphere, shooing me out of the kitchen.
I returned to the living room and sat down next to Dad, waiting for dinner. Dad was flipping through channels with the remote, casually asking, "What were you and your mom mumbling about in the kitchen?"
"Nothing much, just the usual stuff—telling me to study hard and get into a good university," I replied offhandedly. Then, remembering the mysterious little enchantress, I turned and asked, "By the way, Dad, have you been in touch with your colleague's daughter lately?"
"What colleague's daughter?" Dad looked confused, clearly not catching on.
"You know, the one you said is also taking the college entrance exam this year. Weren't you out shopping with her last time?"
"Oh!" Dad suddenly remembered, then gave me a suspicious look. "Why are you suddenly bringing her up?"
I always felt their relationship wasn't as simple as it seemed. Judging by Dad's reaction, it was likely she was also one of his clients.
If that were really the case, Mom absolutely couldn't find out. It would definitely lead to a huge blowup and a divorce.
Divorce?
The thought jolted me, and I quickly shook my head to dismiss it. But driven by curiosity, I couldn't help asking, "Is her name An Nuo?"
Dad stiffened, his eyes widening. "You… how do you know that? Did you meet her again?"
"Yeah, we talked for a bit."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Dad erupted in anger. "Didn't I tell you not to see her? Huh? Was the money I gave you wasted?"
I hadn't expected Dad to react so strongly and was momentarily stunned. I stammered, "No… she came looking for me. I didn't provoke her."
Dad slammed the remote control onto the floor and shouted, "Things are already messy enough at home, and now you're adding to the trouble!" With that, he stood up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him without even grabbing his coat.
Mom hurried out of the kitchen, frowning. "What's all the shouting about? Where's your dad?"
"I don't know," I replied, equally bewildered. Dad's outburst seemed completely out of nowhere.
"What did you do to upset him this time?"
"I didn't do anything. We were just chatting casually, and then he got angry and left. Maybe… it's because my grades haven't been great lately."
Mom stared at me for a long moment before huffing in annoyance. "A pair of troublemakers."
Dad didn't come back, and Mom didn't call to check on him.
I ended up with a free evening. After dinner, I planned to play some games. Mom cleared the dishes, changed into her bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom for a shower, warning me as she went, "Just for a little while. Don't play too long."
"Yes, ma'am!" I replied with a playful salute.
At first, my mind was still preoccupied with Dad and the little enchantress, but it had been a while since I'd held a controller, and I quickly got absorbed in the game.
Just as I was in the middle of a tense boss fight, Mom's phone, left on the sofa, started ringing. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Mom, your phone's ringing!"
The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Mom's voice drifted out. "What did you say?"
I manipulated the controller while repeating, "Your phone is ringing."
"Answer it for me."
"I'm busy right now, I can't spare a hand!"
The bathroom door opened, accompanied by a burst of steam. Mom hurried out, but instead of grabbing her phone first, she snatched the remote from the coffee table and turned off the TV.
At this critical moment, I froze, turned around, and demanded, "What are you doing? I'm in the middle of—"
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