Xiao Wei had never slept this well.
If not for the sunlight that even the thick curtains couldn't block, turning his closed lids a bright yellow, he felt he could have slept another hour or two.
But by now, even with his eyes open, he didn't feel the slightest bit tired.
"Mmm... haaah!"
A luxurious stretch after waking up was definitely one of life's happiest moments!
Xiao Wei thought.
Then his falling hand brushed a warm, rod-like thing.
He looked down, and the masturbation sleeve, with its eerie, sinister-looking exterior, came into view.
He suddenly remembered last night's frenzy.
The tight flesh wrapping around him, the little mouth sucking, slick splashing everywhere, the bone-deep pleasure.
Then fear surged up in him.
He threw off the covers and saw his cock hanging limp against his stomach like a soft little worm, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief:
'Good. The little guy's still alive.'
Xiao Wei picked up the masturbator sleeve and studied the culprit that had enchanted him last night and left him scared today.
It was still the same dark red cup laced with blue veins, the vivid-red little opening squeezed into a slit, its length and thickness unchanged, looking just like it had fresh out of the box.
"Where was the semen? Where were those huge loads I shot?"
Even if the sleeve was good enough not to get fucked out of shape, there should still have been some trace left behind from all those fluids drying together.
And yet, though the toy looked disgusting, it really was clean as new, with not a single stain around the little opening.
Seeing that, a word suddenly flashed through Xiao Wei's mind.
"Self-cleaning?"
That unscientific sight sent a hard shiver through him, and he looked back down at the seemingly unharmed cock under him.
Xiao Wei still wasn't at ease. He handled the little guy back and forth, carefully checking every inch for changes, and only after making sure everything was normal did he relax again: "Mm... looks like it really won't do anything to me."
At that moment, as if awakened by the handling, a prickly itch suddenly flared through his groin. Xiao Wei scratched at it with a grimace for a long time, and when he lifted his hand, his nails were packed with white flakes.
He spread his legs and looked, only to find his entire crotch covered in a thick film. A few spots in the middle had been scratched open, and tiny gray-white crumbs were scattered along the edges.
The long-dried film stuck to his skin, pulling it taut, and the gray-white streaks ran all the way down to his ass.
When Xiao Wei shifted his ass aside, he saw huge pale water stains on the bed, bragging of last night's glorious battle like a warrior's medals.
"You little thing, you leak a lot..."
He glanced at the masturbation sleeve beside him, then curled his lip and clicked his tongue. "I'd better wash the sheets. Mom can't see this..."
Speaking of Mom, he suddenly remembered: why hadn't she come to wake him up again this morning?
Had he just not heard her?
Xiao Wei looked up at the bedroom door, which had been locked since last night and still hadn't been opened, and felt a little relieved. "If I didn't hear her, then I didn't hear her. Worst case, I'll get scolded. But she absolutely can't see this stuff."
Xiao Wei sneaked out of the bedroom, clutching the sheet bunched into a ball in his hands, and crept all the way toward the bathroom like a spy behind enemy lines.
Passing his mom's room, he peeked carefully inside and didn't see anyone, but he caught a whiff of air freshener. Only then did he realize his own room must be full of a smell, so he quickened his steps, thinking he'd hurry back and open the window as soon as he was done.
'Why was Mom spraying air freshener in her room?'
He didn't think much of it and jogged to the bathroom, but through the door he heard the hum of the washing machine, and his heart lurched.
'I'm screwed. Mom's washing clothes. If I go in now, I'll get caught red-handed!'
But he had to wash it! He couldn't put it back on the bed, and he couldn't hide it and spread out another one first. She'd definitely ask about it!
- The only sheet he had bought himself, at great expense, was this gray-blue one; the others were all the light pink ones Mom had bought... In Mom's words, "How many times a year do you even lie on your bed? Of course I'm going to pick the colors I like to decorate the house!"
The color difference was way too obvious. There was no way to miss it at a glance.
Xiao Wei looked at the sheet in his hands, folded the damp-stained part inward, clenched his teeth, and pushed open the bathroom door. The moment he stepped inside, he saw his mom standing in front of the washing machine with her back to him.
For some reason, she wasn't wearing the nightgown she usually loved. Instead she had changed into a thin two-piece spring-and-fall pajama set, and the hair she'd just had done yesterday was tangled into a mess, as if it had been soaked by sweat, dried in strands, and left that way.
"Ahem!"
Xiao Wei cleared his throat and greeted Mom. "Mom..."
The moment the word came out, a ripple went through him, as if he were back to last night, eyes red as he furiously thrust into the masturbator sleeve; his gaze couldn't help drifting to his mom's ass.
'What the hell am I thinking?!'
Xiao Wei cursed himself under his breath, took a deep breath, steadied himself, and forced himself to speak naturally again. "Mom, what a coincidence. You're here washing clothes too?"
The second he said it, he wanted to slap himself twice. What coincidence? Clothes usually went in the laundry basket!
But Mom didn't seem to hear him. She just stood there, dazed, not moving at all.
Xiao Wei hesitated for two seconds, then edged a few steps closer and found another topic. "You need to do something about that hair. You can't just leave it like this."
Mom was still frozen in place, as if something had stolen her mind away. Xiao Wei, however, caught a strange smell from her then - not the body scent he usually knew, but the odor some liquid gave off after soaking a cramped space for a long time and drying slowly.
It wasn't foul, but it was strong.
So strong it made his lower belly heat up, and his cock start stirring.
'What the hell am I thinking about all the time?'
He bit the tip of his tongue to force down the restlessness inside him, then looked at Mom again. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and peered over her shoulder at her face.
Mom had thick dark circles under her eyes; both eyes were red and swollen, and the puffy crescents beneath them hung like two strips of flesh. Her gaze was empty, as if she were spaced out.
"Mom?"
Xiao Wei asked, looking confused.
Only then did Mom react. Startled by the face that suddenly appeared in front of her, her shoulders jerked and she let out a soft cry: "Ah!"
"Ah... I was thinking about something," Mom explained.
"Oh, I'm here to wash the sheet." Xiao Wei lifted the bundle of cloth in his hands.
"Mm, I just washed mine too. Put yours in yourself."
"What's wrong with your eyes? Stayed up all night watching dramas?"
Mom was like a little girl when it came to stupid idol dramas, always crying her eyes out over them, so Xiao Wei's question was perfectly normal.
"...I'm going to take a shower."
To his surprise, Mom didn't answer him. After a moment of silence, she simply walked into the bathroom.
'What kind of person takes a shower in the middle of the day?'
Xiao Wei was full of suspicion, but a burst of delight followed right after.
He hadn't been scolded, and he hadn't been interrogated. The sheet had reached its destination safely!
Watching his mom, as unguarded toward him as ever, close the bathroom door, Xiao Wei forcibly held back the urge to peek, paused the washing machine, lifted the lid, and found the clothes inside had indeed only just started washing.
The sheet, the duvet cover, a few clothes that had already been sitting in the laundry basket waiting to be washed, and the nightgown Mom had been wearing just yesterday.
Maybe because it was the lightest, the nightgown was still floating on the water, not fully sunk, spinning in the middle of a ring of suds.
On the exposed strip of dry fabric, several wet stains were printed there, pale in the center and darker at the edges, a gray-white color.
Xiao Wei froze for a moment. All the doubts from before linked together, and some startling idea seemed to be struggling up from the bottom of his heart, but something was missing, and he could never quite grasp the key point.
The feeling left him restless, so he simply threw the sheet in. Watching the nightgown slowly pressed down beneath the water finally eased his irritation.
'I need to hurry back and open the windows!'
...
In the bathroom, Yang Yimin turned the shower to full blast and tilted her head back to meet the water pouring straight down, as if she wanted to wash all the tangled thoughts out of her head.
Countless droplets slid down her graceful neck, lingered on her shallow collarbones, then were caught by the high, full peaks and turned into a waterfall at the rosy nipples.
A few stray drops kept going south, sliding past her waist and washing the grime from her lower belly, then soaking the messy hair on her pubic mound and making it soft again.
Some of the calmer streams slid over her labia and fell onto the sealed opening, stroking her pussy like a gentle finger. The whole vivid-red patch of tender flesh jerked back in reflex, and Yang Yimin shuddered with it.
Only then, as if jolted awake, did she lower her head to dodge the stream, bend over to brace herself against the wall, and gasp as if she'd nearly drowned.
Her eyes burned and swelled; she couldn't tell whether her tear ducts were working again or whether water had splashed into her eyelids.
Yang Yimin didn't know when she'd drifted off. All she remembered was the mess in the bedroom when she woke, the dried residue clinging to her lower body, and the nightgown hardened by sweat and slick.
The fatigue and ache in her body, and the fear in her heart, didn't need to be remembered separately, because they were still vivid now.
What on earth had happened last night?
Was it an illusion?
But the soul-stealing, bone-deep pleasure was real; the slick flowing all over the floor was real; and the desire that had been bottled up for so long being satisfied... that was real too.
Was it imagination?
But where had the trembling come from, with her passage being fucked relentlessly, her core slammed again and again, the kind of convulsion that felt like her soul was about to be pierced through?
Could a feeling she'd never experienced before come from imagination alone?
And yet she couldn't touch it.
Not with her hands, and not with her pussy either.
Even after clearly feeling that cock quiver as it shot its seed into her body and then went soft, when she slid her fingers into her cunt and groped around, she couldn't smell a trace of anything fishy when she pulled them back out.
A cock had fucked her all night, and she still couldn't touch even its semen.
How was she supposed to explain any of this?
Who could tell her the answer?
Illusion?
Fantasy?
Fake?
Real?
Countless questions spun through her mind, and the fear of the unknown made her tremble all over.
She thought of ghosts, then sorcery, and even aliens, but got nothing out of it except growing more terrified.
Her hands and feet went numb, she struggled to breathe, her face felt swollen and wooden, and darkness crept over her vision.
Then suddenly her head spun, as if the emotions she couldn't vent had built up to some threshold.
When the dizziness passed, her body felt even more exhausted, but the fear in her heart was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place.
She must be sick, she thought at last.