Back to School

After several days of scorching heat, a thunderstorm finally rolled in that morning. A cool wind, long absent, slipped through the screen window and lifted a few damp strands of hair at the corner of Yang Yimin's temple.

"So your crying out was because you were having an episode?"

Xiao Wei a chopstickful of vegetables into his mouth, head lowered, one hand still poking at the phone screen.

"Mm."

Yang Yimin answered, her eyes glossy with moisture flicking forward once. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, chatting with a few classmates. Just nonsense."

"Mm."

Mother and son kept eating lunch. Xiao Wei didn't ask what the illness was, and Yang Yimin had no intention of explaining it. The silence between them carried a strange sort of tacit understanding.

After a while, Xiao Wei pressed the lock button on the screen. Just as he lifted his head, his eyes met his mother's.

"You..."

"I..."

The two of them blurted out the same word at the same time, then both stopped.

"You go first."

Xiao Wei looked at his mother, at the delicate bridge of her nose, and smiled.

Yang Yimin hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I might have another episode later on. You... don't make a big fuss if you hear anything."

"So it's a long-term thing?"

"Hard to say..."

"Should I report it to Dad?"

"Don't. He won't be able to come back anyway. No point making him worry."

Xiao Wei gave an "oh" and took a big mouthful of rice, only to choke halfway down. He thumped his chest in a panic until his mother hurriedly handed him a glass of water. He gulped it down at once.

He let out a long breath and thanked her with tearful eyes, only to see the concern and urgency on her face already turn into teasing amusement.

"Who's going to fight you for it?"

Yang Yimin couldn't hold it in after saying that much; she burst out laughing, her pretty face blooming like summer flowers, bright and dazzling beyond words.

Xiao Wei looked at her, and for some reason he started laughing too. He laughed harder and harder, doubling over with his shoulders shaking.

After a long while, he wiped the corners of his eyes and asked suddenly, "Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"That illness." Xiao Wei seemed afraid she hadn't understood, and added, "Your voice sounded..."

He raised his right hand and waved it aimlessly beside his face, as if describing something.

Yang Yimin lowered her head and took another bite. After swallowing, she lifted her face again, her eyes curved into crescents, the pads beneath them glinting softly. "Not bad. You know how to care about people now!"

As a reward, his mother, for once, didn't make Xiao Wei wash the dishes. He took the chance to slip back to his room.

Sitting down at his desk, he opened his phone and brought up the group chat for "Yuan City F4." There were a few unread messages.

Fatty: Scientific research shows that if women climax too many times, they get wrinkles.

Dapao: Then what about men?

Glasses: Sounds kind of reasonable.

Fatty: Men... how the hell would I know? Why don't you try it yourself?

Xiao Wei let out a soft laugh and started typing to join in.

Zhiwei: Oh, come on! So by that logic, the old nuns on the mountain must age slower than everyone else?

Fatty replied instantly.

Fatty: I'm not talking nonsense! I saw it in a science article!

His fingers were fast. Before Xiao Wei even responded, he kept explaining.

Fatty: It said that when the facial muscles bunch together, making the same expression over and over again forms lines on the face.

Glasses: It's basically the same reason people who smile a lot are more likely to get wrinkles.

Xiao Wei didn't care whether any of it was true. One of the fun parts of chatting with these idiots was the back-and-forth, the teasing and needling. Even when there was no argument to pick, they would force one. He kept typing.

Zhiwei: Which article? Let me see.

Fatty: Hang on! I'm digging through the chat log!

Xiao Wei put down his phone and stretched, staring at the ceiling as he drifted into a daze.

Suddenly, he remembered the scene in the bathroom earlier.

It had already been five days since he learned the truth.

Over those five days, aside from sneaking into his mother's bedroom every night and having sex through the wooden door, what he looked forward to even more was the pretty woman going into the bathroom to shower every morning at the same time.

After all, the wooden door insulated sound far too well. Compared with a glass door, the stimulation wasn't even on the same level. It was like scratching an itch through a boot.

One thing worth mentioning was that his mother had resigned from her job. Maybe the last time she went out and got played with too hard had left her traumatized. Now she didn't even go out the door, staying home every day.

And with his mother accompanying him at home, Xiao Wei could only obediently buckle down and study. His life was even harder than at school at this point. At least when a teacher was watching you study, the teacher wouldn't be sitting nearby with her legs crossed, binge-watching dramas.

Xiao Wei felt resentful, and when using the masturbator still wasn't enough to vent it, he came up with a few worse ideas.

Water gushed in the bathroom. On the glass door, a blurred silhouette stood on the other side, not even clearly outlined, motionless on the floor as if waiting for something. Only when Xiao Wei outside the door stretched out his tongue and circled the tender flesh around the opening of the masturbator did the silhouette seem to come alive and begin to sway slightly.

After repeated testing, he discovered that compared with fingers, a tongue could get his mother into the mood faster. And after learning the truth, he no longer felt resistant toward the pee hole at the top. He even thought it was more exciting to have her piss into his mouth.

Of course, a small stream was fine. A big gush was not.

What a pervert he was!

Xiao Wei thought that to himself, yet the instant the slick began to flow out, he didn't wait even one second. He shoved his cock into the pussy with eager impatience and listened to the rise and fall of the soft singing beyond the door.

The drawn-out moans came clearly through the glass door, unimpeded, while the wet, squelching sound where his cock and the masturbator joined together was muffled. Even the rushing water in the bathroom seemed to pick up a rhythm, sounding lighter and heavier in his ears with every thrust.

Unlike usual, just as the moans were about to reach their peak, Xiao Wei suddenly stopped. He yanked the bathroom door open, and with the loud, abrupt sound of it swinging wide, he called into the figure inside, "Mom?"

The writhing silhouette instantly froze. The cries stopped at once.

A wicked smile tugged at Xiao Wei's lips. He deliberately made heavy footsteps as he walked to the bathroom door, knocked on the glass, and asked with exaggerated concern, "What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he started working the masturbator faster.

The figure writhed uneasily, the fuzzy outline on the glass door constantly changing. A tightly held breath squeezed through the crack in the door, and a slender shadow suddenly lifted and pressed down on the smaller round outline near the top.

Xiao Wei felt the seductive flesh inside gripping him and smiled darkly to himself. He added a little more force and asked again, "Mom?"

This time, he took hold of the doorknob with his palm and slowly pushed it down.

The figure inside finally couldn't keep it together. It rushed to the door and grabbed the handle. "N-no... mm... nothing."

As the figure moved, the shadows of two trembling peaks bounced with it, making Xiao Wei's breathing hitch. But he reacted quickly. "I heard you calling..."

"I... ah... I'm fine!"

The voice was already carrying a hint of tears. "Get out first!"

Xiao Wei pressed close to the door, not missing any trace of the filthy sounds slipping out. He slowly let go of the handle and asked once more, "Are you sure?"

Contrary to his concerned tone, the fleshlight in his hand was pumping harder and harder. He even suspected his mother could hear the wet, obscene slapping right next to her, but he was already on the verge of blowing and couldn't care less.

"Get out!"

His mother gasped several times, then let out a genuine, trembling cry.

Xiao Wei answered with a "fine," slowly backed away to the bathroom entrance, braced a hand against the door panel, and shoved it hard. Then he stared at the plump figure on the glass and began his final sprint.

When he heard the wooden door click shut, the taut pussy suddenly loosened, then tightened again under his ferocious thrusts. His mother seemed to have been frightened; aside from the occasional muffled groan, only rough breathing came through.

By the time he lost control and sent his semen deep into the flesh, his mother could no longer hold back either. She let out a long, shuddering cry and collapsed against the door.

A patch of soft flesh pressed against the glass, spreading rapidly from a tiny shadow into a huge round disc. In the center was a raised nub that looked like a piece of meat, its color noticeably darker, jutting out awkwardly at the front and pressing a ring of black seams around it.

Buzz, buzz!

The sudden vibration jolted Xiao Wei out of his trance.

He took a deep breath and opened his phone screen. The group chat had sent a new message.

Fatty: Damn it, can't find it.

As if trying to change the subject, Fatty immediately sent another line.

Fatty: Dapao, Dapao, what are you doing?

Dapao: I'm trying it out.

The idiots stayed silent for a long time.

Fatty: Fuck!

Glasses: Fuck!

Zhiwei: Fuck!

...

Afternoons always dragged on forever, and today was especially torturous. For some reason, his mother wasn't even watching dramas anymore. Her gaze kept landing on Xiao Wei's face over and over, making his skin crawl. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he'd exposed something.

"Do I have something on my face?"

Xiao Wei couldn't take it anymore. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

Yang Yimin lifted her delicate brows and gave him an answer that made no sense at all. "I hear that eating more pig head meat is good for the complexion."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to see whether staring at you a few more times has the same effect."

Xiao Wei:...

It was hard to say who started it, but mother and son both liked using the word "pig" to describe each other. By now the word had lost most of its sting and become more like a private little kink between them.

Looking at her son, who had lowered his head and gone back to studying, Yang Yimin let her thoughts drift again.

She had been trying to find a pattern in her body's strange changes, hoping to work out some rule that would minimize the effect on her life.

At the moment, the strange illness, yes, she decided to call it that for now, seemed to flare up in two situations. One was when she was outside. The other was when she was at home.

The first situation had happened too few times. There wasn't enough actual experience to draw any conclusion, and she absolutely didn't want to experience it even once more, so she would leave that aside for now.

As for when she was at home...

Yang Yimin glanced at her son again. Just as she was mentally summarizing the days she had suffered attacks, she suddenly noticed an unbelievable coincidence.

Every time she had one of these episodes, Xiao Wei wasn't by her side.

That might sound like unfairly hurting her son, so after thinking about it, she changed it to a more concise statement: the strange illness only flared up when she was alone.

Even this morning...

Yang Yimin's face reddened. She awkwardly scratched the side of her nose and steadied her thoughts before going on.

When she had the episode while showering this morning, her son had been very close to her, but separated by a door. You could barely count that as being alone in an enclosed space...

But then she suddenly remembered the night before her husband Wang Quanbin left home...

So was the key still Xiao Wei?

Or was this simply a coincidence?

Yang Yimin frowned, her eyes falling on her son's face as she studied him carefully. She stared so hard that Xiao Wei's whole body started twisting under her gaze. He felt miserable beyond endurance, threw down his pen, and stood up.

"I'm not writing anymore!"

"Where are you going?"

Yang Yimin clicked her tongue in displeasure.

"To piss!"

Xiao Wei answered succinctly.

That night.

Xiao Wei lay on his bed, staring at his phone and calculating the time. Just as he was about to get up to fetch the hidden masturbator, his mother pushed the door open carrying a thin blanket.

He watched the woman walk up to him and toss the pale pink blanket onto the bed. His eyes went wide as copper bells. "What are you doing?"

"Move in!"

Yang Yimin took off her slippers, lifted one tender white foot, and kicked Xiao Wei aside before brazenly squeezing onto the bed. She gave her son a cheeky grin. "I've been watching horror movies lately. Sleeping alone's a little scary."

...

A few days later.

Xiao Wei stood at the bedroom doorway, arms folded, one shoulder leaning against the frame, staring expressionlessly at that soft, plump back.

His mother was cooking. Her movements were light and quick, and she hummed some tune under her breath, her waist swaying a little with the rhythm now and then. It was clear she was in a good mood.

But Xiao Wei's mood was terrible.

He had had a wet dream today.

That semen should have been poured into the flesh of the masturbator, nourishment to help it grow. Instead, it had been wasted for nothing, and he felt heartbroken.

Every night his mother used the excuse of watching horror movies to crowd into the same bed with him. Although his bed was not small and easily fit two people, having his mother beside him meant he had no chance to masturbate.

Let alone using the masturbator. Even going back to the old days, reading porn and jerking off had become a luxury.

As for sneaking in while his mother slept to enjoy himself... heh, he didn't dare.

This wasn't the gentle mature beauty from some storybook. If she caught him, he'd lose a layer of skin at the very least, literally speaking.

When an old mother cat bristled up, she really would scratch.

Xiao Wei stared at his mother's swaying round ass. The more he looked, the more it seemed to be provoking him. At last, he took a deep breath, gave it one final vicious glare, and went back to the bedroom to take out the masturbator that had been sealed away for several days.

The masturbator was still as new, as if it would never change.

Now that he thought about it, since it had first started growing until now, he had already pumped at least ten loads into it, far more than in the first two days, yet it still hadn't changed again.

He didn't know whether it needed far more semen to grow again, or whether some other trigger condition was involved.

Xiao Wei shook his head and looked at the opening of the masturbator, narrowing his eyes.

The bright red tender flesh was packed together, and a breathtaking pussy slit sat hidden within it. Xiao Wei grabbed a ballpoint pen from the desk and aimed it at the opening, hesitated several times, then lowered his hand again.

Forget it. After all, that was his mother.

If he shoved it in like that, it would definitely hurt like hell.

Before, when he didn't know, he could play around with it without any burden. Now he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He poked his head out and looked at his mother, who remained completely unaware of the danger passing shoulder to shoulder with her. The song she was humming seemed to have reached its climax. Her waist moved even more briskly, and the flesh of her hips trembled with each light step.

Xiao Wei grew even more irritated watching her. He weighed the masturbator in his hand and suddenly had another idea.

He gripped the body of the cup with both hands, used his thumbs to pry apart the tender pink flesh around the opening, and forced the pee hole in the middle to show itself.

Just as his mother's back slowly stiffened, he closed his lips and puckered them into a black hole, pressed them to the pee hole, and sucked hard.

"Ah!"

Yang Yimin let out a sharp cry. Her body jerked visibly, and she clutched her lower abdomen in panic, calling out in alarm, "Xiao Wei! Xiao Wei!"

Xiao Wei smoothed away the wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, tucked the masturbator under his shirt, covered his stomach with one hand, and walked slowly out of the room. "What's wrong?"

"N-no... it's fine now."

Once her son came over, the strange sensation in her body really did disappear. Yang Yimin let out a breath of relief and ordered, "Stay here and keep me company for a while."

"I need to go to the bathroom!"

Xiao Wei rubbed his stomach as if it were real.

"Hold it!"

Yang Yimin glanced at him and earnestly lectured him. "You're an eighteen-year-old adult now. You can't even hold a little shit?"

Wait, what does that have to do with age?

Xiao Wei was stunned by his mother's bizarre logic and nearly forgot that he was supposed to be in the middle of "stomach pain," almost giving himself away.

He steadied himself and sensibly didn't answer. Instead, he walked up beside his mother, leaned toward her neck, and sniffed. "How many days have you gone without bathing? You stink."

"How could that be?"

Yang Yimin reacted like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, instantly protesting.

"It's been cool these last few days, and I haven't even sweated..."

Her voice got softer and softer, until it was barely audible. She lowered her head and sniffed at herself twice before asking in a tiny voice, "Do I really smell?"

"Mm..."

Xiao Wei nodded emphatically, then hissed sharply, turned, and bolted for the bathroom, shouting as he went, "I can't hold it anymore, it's coming out!"

"Hey! Don't you..."

Yang Yimin reached out and grabbed at empty air, cursing furiously as "dead pig".

But her son was already in the bathroom and had shut the door. Looking at the house, suddenly empty all around her, she felt a wave of unease rise in her chest.

Xiao Wei sat on the toilet, let out a few loud farts first, then took the masturbator from his chest, licked his lips, and sucked hard at the pee hole.

[Let's see whether you can hold it or not!]

Ignoring the tender flesh twitching and contracting, he forcibly pried open the tiny black hole and sucked again.

Bang!

The bathroom door was shoved open hard, slamming into the wall with a thunderous crash.

Immediately after, a figure pressed up against the bathroom's glass door, and his mother's urgent voice came through. "Are you done yet? I need to use the toilet!"

"I just sat down."

Xiao Wei answered leisurely, pursing his lips for another suck.

"Mm!"

His mother gave a sharp, thin cry and started knocking rapidly on the glass. "Get up first, I can't hold it!"

"Since when do you get up halfway through?"

Xiao Wei laughed darkly to himself. He pressed to the pee hole and sucked hard. This time, he felt a stream of warm liquid drill into his mouth. It came out only in a tiny trickle before the suddenly clamped-down hole cut it off.

"Eep!"

His mother's voice sounded like she was about to cry. "Hurry up! I'm about to piss!"

Before she had even finished speaking, Xiao Wei saw the doorknob start to turn downward. His mother was actually planning to ignore everything and open the door straight in!

Cold sweat burst across Xiao Wei's forehead. Fortunately, the toilet was close to the door, close enough to reach with a hand. He twisted the lock, spat the liquid in his mouth into the bowl, and hurriedly answered, "Wait! Almost done!"

Then he gathered the last of his strength and sucked hard at the pee hole.

Halfway through, he suddenly had a premonition. He flipped the masturbator over, aiming it downward at the toilet. Almost at the same moment, along with his mother outside letting out a long, miserable whimper, a pale yellow stream sprayed out and struck the inside wall of the toilet, splashing up countless droplets of water.

The pattering sound lingered on and on before finally fading away.

When Xiao Wei came out after hiding the masturbator, he saw only his mother bent over the washstand, her round flesh butt lifted high. Her pajama pants were soaked in a dark stain that spread from the crotch all the way down the inside of both thighs.

"It's out?"

His mother lifted her head, revealing a pair of reddened eyes, but her tone had become utterly calm.

"Mm."

Xiao Wei didn't know what to say. He could only nod.

"I'm going to shower."

His mother dropped that one line and walked straight into the bathroom.

Xiao Wei took the chance to rinse his mouth while washing his hands, then slammed the bathroom door shut. But after taking the masturbator out from under his shirt, he fell into a daze.

A pair of reddened eyes kept spinning in his mind, and the emotions inside them made him afraid to meet them.

He suddenly felt that what he had done might have been a little too much.

Several days of abstinence seemed to have dragged him a little back up from the sea of lust into which he had sunk.

But his cock was clearly already hard enough to hurt, and just now, when he heard his mother's sharp, miserable cry, he had nearly shot instantly!

The long-absent agitation made Xiao Wei miserable. He swept his gaze across everything around him, but his eyes had no focus, until they landed on the masturbator in his hand and a nameless anger surged up from his chest.

[It's your fault!]

He looked toward the figure in the bathroom.

[It's all your fault!]

Grinding his teeth, he shoved his fingers into the pussy and dug hard a few times. Once the inside was a little slick, he thrust his stiff cock all the way in.

There was some pain at first, but very quickly the familiar pleasure wrapped itself around his lower body, and the cries of pain in the bathroom turned into soft, wavering whimpers at his ears.

Maybe it was the not-quite-pure lust fueling him that made Xiao Wei unusually enduring this time, or maybe it was that mature body of hers, starved for several days and overflowing with desire. By the time he poured his semen into the pussy, his mother had actually climaxed three full times.

By the time Xiao Wei saw his mother come out of the bathroom, her pretty face was still flushed a deep, lingering red.

But what the woman said next, with that expression of desire still hanging on her cheeks, shocked him badly.

It even made him feel a little panicked.

Yang Yimin sat down beside him and roughly explained the signs of her attacks, along with some conclusions she had drawn about the strange illness, and in the end she pointed out that Xiao Wei was the key to keeping it from flaring up.

What she meant was very clear: she hoped her son could understand some of her behavior and try to cooperate as much as possible.

But the moment those words reached Xiao Wei’s ears, they stirred up a storm inside him.

He could hardly believe it. His normally silent mother had actually been quietly analyzing this so-called illness, finding a pattern in it. And she had even turned the spotlight on him.

In a sense, Xiao Wei had already been exposed.

If not for the natural trust that came with the mother-son bond, he probably would not still be sitting here so calmly, enjoying the peace of home.

“I understand, Mom.”

His voice was a little shaky, but that was already the result of Xiao Wei forcing himself to stay in control.

……

As everyone knew, senior-year students had one privilege: after only a month of summer vacation, they could return to the warm embrace of school and keep suffering happily in class.

And for a boarding private school, the day before the semester started was an intense battle for every student and parent. For one mother and son in particular, it was especially so.

“Have you packed your clothes?”

“Yes, yes!”

“And your underwear and socks?”

“I put them in already!”

“Why are you answering so impatiently?”

Yang Yimin glanced at her son, displeased.

Today, as always when she was about to go out, she wore a white T-shirt and a pair of sky-blue jeans. The hem of the short-sleeved shirt was tucked partway into the waistband, showing off her slender waist. Her hair was tied into a little knot at the back of her head, with short strands left hanging at both sides, revealing a bit of her pale, delicate ears. She looked exactly like a youthful beauty.

“I wouldn’t dare, little one!”

Xiao Wei pouted as he answered.

If a battle had to have soldiers and generals, then he would definitely be the one charging at the front line, while his mother naturally played the female commander giving the orders.

“Go pack your textbooks already!”

Yang Yimin folded her arms, one foot planted on the gray backpack on the floor, her eyes carrying undeniable authority and a battlefield general’s air of command.

In front of her was a large black suitcase, already half-filled with some clothes.

That was the nice thing about boys: they were always simple to send off. Even if they were gone for half a year, one suitcase and one backpack were enough.

Xiao Wei went back to the bedroom, tidying his desk while shouting out toward the hall, “It’s this close to school, and you still have to leave in the morning... I knew you just didn’t want to bother making me lunch!”

The school was not far from his home. A taxi ride took only about twenty minutes. If the school did not require everyone to live on campus, he could have commuted every day without much trouble.

“Dead pig! What did you say?”

Yang Yimin flew into a rage and snapped back from the other room.

“Lazy pig!”

“Dead pig!”

“Lazy pig!”

……

“Where’s my charger?”

“How would I know?”

“Didn’t you use mine last night because you stayed up watching dramas and ran your own dead?”

“Uh... I’ll look for it...”

……

“Where did you put the charger?”

“In the backpack.”

“Where’s the backpack?”

“The one you were standing on just now...”

……

“Why did you stuff old clothes in this bag? And you just crumpled them up, you don’t even know how to fold them?”

“Don’t touch it!”

Xiao Wei rushed to his mother in an instant, cold sweat already beading on his forehead. He snatched the backpack away and, his mind spinning, said, “This is... clothes to donate to the mountain villages.”

Yang Yimin looked a little blank. “...Then at least fold them up.”

“Oh, just forget it, I’ll do it myself!”

Xiao Wei took the charger from his mother’s hand, then suddenly froze. “This isn’t mine, is it?”

“Hehe...”

Yang Yimin gave two embarrassed laughs. “I couldn’t find yours, so use this old one for now.”

Xiao Wei stared at her. “If I remember correctly, wasn’t the old one bought because this one broke?”

“It didn’t break!”

Yang Yimin immediately objected, then wilted under her son’s deadpan stare. “It only... breaks sometimes.”

“Sometimes... still works.”

Yang Yimin muttered under her breath, then flared up in embarrassment and anger. “I just can’t find it right now! It’s at home anyway, it won’t get lost! Isn’t it fine if I give it to you later when I find it?”

“Then what about yours?”

“If I could find mine, why would I have used yours last night?”

To be fair, that made some sense.

Xiao Wei was persuaded.

……

In the taxi, mother and son sat in the back seat.

“If you ask me, there was no need for you to come all this way.”

“What mother wouldn’t want to see her child off?”

Xiao Wei was touched and turned to look at his mother, only to catch her eyes fixed on the rows of snack shops sliding past outside the window. He instantly felt that this woman had come out just to eat good food and happened to see her son off along the way.

After a moment of silence, he asked, “If I’m living on campus, what about your illness?”

“It’s already fine.”

Yang Yimin’s tone was relaxed. That strange illness really had not acted up for more than ten days, so long that she had almost forgotten it existed.

“You sure?”

“Probably...”

“Otherwise you could ask the school to let me come home once a week.”

Yang Yimin patted her son on the head. “You’re in senior year now. Study hard. Mom’s fine.”

The twenty-minute ride passed quickly. By the time mother and son were standing at the school gate, the sun had just risen high overhead and was beginning to pour down too much heat and light.

Cars were parked all over the roadside in a messy jumble, clogging up the area. Parents carried heavy bags and bundles, while students followed behind their own parents, pulling suitcases into campus.

The school originally had a fairly large parking lot set aside for parents dropping off and picking up children, but last year they suddenly said they were going to build a new teaching building and immediately fenced it off.

When Xiao Wei was on vacation, they had only just laid the foundation. Rumor had it that the school was rushing the construction through the holiday, and nobody knew what it looked like now.

Yang Yimin raised a hand to shade her eyes and looked into the campus, sighing, “School really is nice!”

Mother and son had already agreed that drop-off and pickup would stop at the gate.

Xiao Wei did not like the feeling of being escorted all the way to the dorm by his parents, as if he still had not grown up. Not to mention the students who had their elders go into the dorm and help make the bed and put things away; every time he saw that, he would silently complain.

“Only the students know whether it’s good or not. What do you people know?”

Xiao Wei took the suitcase handle from his mother’s hand and looked at her with a smile.

Usually, this was where they should say goodbye, and then those going home would go home while those entering school would go in. But his mother just had to get sentimental again.

“The thought of not seeing my son for another half year makes my stomach all twisted up.”

What’s twisting up is probably your craving from the road, more like!

Xiao Wei muttered to himself, but on the surface he followed his mother’s mood, widening his bright eyes. “If you care about me that much, why not leave me a few more coins?”

As he spoke, he touched the two hundred-yuan bills in his pocket. These were the living expenses his mother had just given him in the car.

She had said the rest would be transferred on WeChat, but so far there had been no movement...

Yang Yimin replied earnestly, “Xiao Wei, a son has to be raised poor.”

Xiao Wei was speechless. After holding it in for a long time, he said, “Mom... in general, shouldn’t you discuss that with Dad...”

After thinking for a few seconds, he added, “And you should do it behind my back...”

He was still about to complain when the woman in front of him suddenly moved closer and closer.

The next second, Xiao Wei was pulled into his mother’s arms. Still stunned, he felt several cool droplets land on his neck and slip into his collar.

“Call Mom a couple more times.”

After saying that, Yang Yimin fumbled around on her body for a long while, then pulled out another banknote and stuffed it into her son’s hand. Finally, she waved and left with admirable ease.

“Okay.”

Xiao Wei murmured his reply.

He did not know whether his mother had heard that answer. He only felt a strange tightness in his chest, a heavy blockage in his heart.

He lowered his head and looked at the fifty yuan in his hand, then clenched it hard.

It felt even more blocked now.

……

The dorm was in the corner room on the first floor. Xiao Wei was used to entering through the side door. There were fewer people there, the walk was shorter, and he did not have to run into the dorm supervisor, that old man who always stared at people like they were thieves.

Pushing open the metal door, the familiar sight of the bunk beds came into view. Xiao Wei glanced around; only Fatty’s bedding was spread out, while the other two bastards seemed not to have arrived yet.

But Fatty was not there either. No one knew where he had gone.

Xiao Wei walked to his own bed, cleaned up and tidied the bedding, then placed his backpack against the wall on the inside of the pillow.

After that, he lay on the bed and played with his phone for a while, then sat up restlessly, looking around suspiciously. He got down, locked his backpack in the storage cabinet, shoved the key into his pocket, and only then let out a long breath before lying back down again.

Less than two minutes later, the dorm door was pushed open from outside, and a fleshy little ball with narrow brows and rat-like eyes walked in.

Xiao Wei looked up. Sure enough, it was Fatty.

“You here, Brother Wei?”

Fatty planted his massive belly down on the bed, making the frame groan as if it might collapse the next second.

“Mm.”

Xiao Wei answered, studying the lump of flesh for a few moments. “You got fatter again!”

It had been a month since they last saw each other, and this guy seemed to have put on another layer.

Fatty snorted. “With this body of mine, if I were back in the Stone Age, I’d be a chief no matter what.”

More like a ball chief.

Xiao Wei kept that to himself and asked, “Where were you?”

“At this time? Eating, of course!”

“Kind of early, isn’t it?”

“Not early at all! What, you haven’t eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Come on, I’ll eat with you again!”

Fatty stood up and grabbed Xiao Wei’s arm.

Xiao Wei was dragged upright, an expression of laughter and resignation on his face. “Have you ever thought about why you’re fat?”

“Hey, it’s mealtime, don’t say something so discouraging!”

The two of them traded nonsense for a bit, then headed out together. Just as Xiao Wei pulled the door open, something occurred to him and he backed up again.

“What now?”

“The cabinet key. Better leave it in the dorm, don’t lose it.”

Xiao Wei took a key out of his pocket and tucked it under the pillow before being dragged out again by Fatty.

“Lose it, then lose it. The dorm office has a spare anyway!”

“Really?”

“I’ve lost several keys already. You can tell you’re a good kid. Let me tell you...”

The two figures walked farther and farther away, and their voices faded almost out of earshot.

Summer weather was like a woman’s face: it changed whenever it wanted. When they went out, the sun was blazing; when they came back, it had started pouring, the gale-force wind driving pea-sized raindrops into them hard enough to hurt.

Xiao Wei and Fatty were just like two frightened wild dogs, zigzagging around like headless flies. By the time they got back to the dorm building, they were soaked through.

“Fuck!”

Xiao Wei wiped the rain off his face, hands on his knees as he gasped for breath.

Fatty cursed too. He looked even more miserable, his soaked clothes clinging tightly to his body and outlining every greasy curve.

The two of them swore all the way back to the dorm, only to find that the other two bastards had arrived as well.

There was naturally no shortage of mockery and teasing over their drowned-rat appearance, and the dorm room was soon echoing with repeated shouts of “fuck.”

“So what did you guys do over the break?”

After things quieted down for a moment, the glasses-wearing one on Xiao Wei’s upper bunk stuck his head out and asked.

This guy was dark and thin, always looking as if he was undernourished. He wore thick black-rimmed glasses with lenses as thick as bottle bottoms, and looked like a model student who loved to study hard. In reality, he adored gossip, which was why the brothers often joked that he had ruined his eyes reading tabloids.

“Don’t even bring it up. I spent most of the month studying!”

Just thinking about it made Xiao Wei feel miserable.

The Fatty across from him was not happy. “Damn it! You actually crammed in secret while the brothers were on break!”

“Cram my ass!”

The other two bastards raised their middle fingers too.

“What about you?”

“I prepared plenty of good stuff for you guys.”

Fatty lifted his phone with a lewd grin.

“More novels?”

“Already sick of those!”

“Novels are nothing. I stopped reading them ages ago!”

Fatty clicked his tongue and said, “Here!”

He tapped the phone screen. “This is a whole month of careful selection: AV!”

“Holy shit!” x2

When he did not get the enthusiastic response he expected, Fatty looked unhappily toward the top bunk. “Why the hell are you acting so calm, Brother Cannon?”

Big Cannon was a very conspicuous presence throughout the entire school. Not because he was especially rebellious or unusual, but because his build was unique. At nearly two meters tall and even wider than that, he was like a mountain. Just standing there gave people a tremendous sense of pressure.

Luckily, he had a pretty good personality and was very loyal to his roommates, even helping Xiao Wei fend off plenty of trouble.

Big Cannon lay flat on the bed, both hands tucked behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling as he coolly said,

“My summer break ended my virginity.”

“Holy shit!” x9

The bastards each yelled “fuck” three times in perfect unison to express their envy and admiration.

All three of them poked their heads out of bed at once, like three hungry chicks begging for food.

“How did you do it? Tell us!”

“Well... I turned eighteen, and my dad found a woman for me, said it was my coming-of-age gift.”

Xiao Wei had seen Big Cannon’s father before.

That was back when school had just started in freshman year. Big Cannon was not as tall then as he was now, but he was already a giant among men.

Xiao Wei watched the two mountains, one big and one small, barreling through the crowd, and everyone who saw them automatically gave way, teachers included.

Only Xiao Wei had stared dumbly in place. That “big mountain” then walked over and asked, “Student, how do I get to Class XX?”

Xiao Wei only remembered the fierce green dragon tattooed on the arm thicker than his thigh, and he had no idea what he answered. Only later did he realize the man had been asking about his class.

After they became familiar, Xiao Wei had also asked about that “big mountain,” but Big Cannon did not really want to talk about it. From what little he did say, Xiao Wei learned that his dad seemed to be in the underworld.

As for what kind of underworld he was in, Big Cannon would not say, and Xiao Wei did not dare ask further.

“Was she hot?”

“What did it feel like?”

“Was it good?”

The three asked different questions, but their expressions were the same: envy, jealousy, hatred, and a very strong desire to know more.

Big Cannon had pulled off the perfect swagger, enjoying a round of his roommates looking up at him, and finally stopped trying to act calm. He answered excitedly, “It was fucking incredible!”

He propped himself up. “You all know I don’t have a mom, so my dad often brings women home. I’ve seen this woman a few times.”

He looked at the glasses guy. “So what if she’s a hooker? I still fucked her until she was screaming to the heavens.”

Then he looked at Fatty. “That little cunt clamped down so hard I came three times!”

Finally he looked at Xiao Wei. “She sprayed the whole bed with her wetness!”