Chapter 1: The Beginning

Xiao Wei looked at the package in his hands, puzzled. "Who sent this?"

On the shipping label of the rectangular parcel, the recipient line clearly printed all of Xiao Wei's information, from name to address, without a single mistake. Yet the sender field was completely blank.

"Can you even send a package with no sender info?"

Xiao Wei shook his head. He really couldn't guess where this thing had come from.

Maybe it was some classmate's prank?

With that thought in mind, he simply tore the package open. What met his eyes was a pure white box. There was no brand or pattern on it, only five large black characters arranged vertically on the front: Realistic Masturbator.

"Holy shit!"

Xiao Wei blurted out, immediately stuffing the box against his chest and glancing around like a thief before he remembered that his parents weren't home. He was the only one here.

"Damn it, if Dad and Mom saw this, I'd be dead!"

Certain that this was a prank meant to make him die of embarrassment, Xiao Wei let out a long breath and thought bitterly, Who the hell pulled something this vicious? Fatty? Or Glasses?

A few of his lousy friends turned over in his head, and to his surprise, he realized every one of those bastards could have done it. Hell, maybe all of them had a reason to!

"Bad judgment in friends, man!"

Xiao Wei gritted his teeth and checked the time. It was almost time for Mom to get off work and come home.

The priority now was to throw this damn masturbator away as fast as possible. If it got discovered in the house, he would never be able to clear his name!

Just as he was thinking that, the sound of a key pushing into the lock rang out. Xiao Wei jolted. His usually frail body suddenly exploded with speed he'd never shown before. He dashed into his bedroom, shoved the box under the quilt, and then lay down on the bed.

The moment he closed his eyes, he heard the front door opening and closing outside, followed by a bright voice. "Xiao Wei, what are you doing?"

Xiao Wei pretended not to hear, quietly adjusting his breathing and settling his racing heartbeat.

Who would have thought the owner of that voice would stride straight into his bedroom, and then a burst of pain shot from his ear. "Are you a pig? Still sleeping!"

"Ow, stop pulling, stop pulling! It's tearing!"

Xiao Wei covered his ear and sat up, helpless, then opened his eyes and looked at the pretty face before him.

"Pretty" was actually not a very suitable word to use for a 36-year-old woman, but it fit his mother, Yang Yimin, perfectly. The sort of wish women made every year about staying "forever eighteen" seemed to have come true only on her face.

"Mom, is that really how you treat your son after he's finally been home for half a year?"

Xiao Wei was speechless. He studied at a boarding private high school, stayed in the dormitory on ordinary days, and only got out during long breaks. Today marked just one week since his summer vacation had started.

In other words, he'd been back home for only seven days, and his mother's attitude had already gone from wanting to feed him by hand on day one to being irritated just looking at him.

"Do I look that old!?" Yang Yimin had clearly focused on the wrong point.

Good. Very woman.

"Not old!" Xiao Wei hurriedly flattered her. "With that face of yours, you could pass for my older sister with no problem at all!"

Yang Yimin nodded in satisfaction.

Xiao Wei seized the chance to change the subject. "Mom, what's for dinner tonight?"

"There's some noodles left over from yesterday. Heat them up and you can eat."

"Huh? That's way too perfunctory!" Xiao Wei protested.

Yang Yimin patted her son's head. "Be good! Your dad's coming back the day after tomorrow. Then I'll make something good!"

Xiao Wei's father was Wang Quanbin, a workaholic who was always away on business trips. Over the course of a year, he came home about as often as Xiao Wei did, but his parents had always had a very good marriage.

The way he called him Dad wasn't wrong either. Wang Quanbin and Yang Yimin were the textbook example of an older husband and younger wife. Word was that back when Mom had just turned eighteen, Old Wang had already gotten her pregnant. Xiao Wei's maternal grandfather had threatened to kill Wang Quanbin, who at the time was still just some aimless layabout in society, and it was his mother who had held up scissors and forced the family to agree to the marriage. Luckily, the family was harmonious now, and Old Wang had managed to earn decent living conditions for everyone. The scandal that once caused a huge uproar had long since become a cherished story told by the older generation.

"So your husband is your husband, and your son isn't your son?" Xiao Wei said with mock indignation. In truth, he missed his father a great deal too.

Yang Yimin grinned and hooked an arm around Xiao Wei's neck, swaying him like they were good brothers as she teased, "You both are the people I love most, but I just cooked for you a few days ago. My skill is still on cooldown~"

Under normal circumstances, Xiao Wei would already have pushed his mother away and sneered, "If you're lazy, just say you're lazy. Don't make excuses." But now his mind was blank. He stared stupidly at the soft flesh brushing his cheek and, as she swayed him back and forth, felt the lush fullness unique to a woman her age.

Time had spared Yang Yimin's face, but it had unmistakably ripened her body. Her heavy breasts and fleshy hips were the only traces of those years.

So on ordinary days she only wore loose T-shirts and jeans, and hardly ever touched anything fitted. Outfits that could outline her figure, paired with that face full of girlish sweetness, would make people feel awkward looking at her, or rather, feel the contrast.

She didn't like those strange looks.

Just as Xiao Wei's face turned red and his breathing grew heavier, Yang Yimin finally noticed something was off about her son.

As if she'd discovered a new continent, she blinked in surprise. "What? Are you shy?"

Xiao Wei snapped back to himself at once, his face reddening so hard it looked ready to drip blood.

Yang Yimin burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! Look at your face, red like a monkey's ass!" As she spoke, she pulled out her phone, opened the front camera, and aimed it at Xiao Wei's face while laughing. "Oh my, my son is an adult now, and he knows how to be shy!"

Naturally, Xiao Wei dodged left and right, determined not to let his face get into the frame. Yang Yimin kept calling, "Just one shot, just one shot!" Her arm stayed hooked around his head as her body rocked with his, utterly unconcerned about the stormy waves of her breasts and what kind of impact they were having on her son.

The two of them laughed and struggled for quite a while, and in the end it was the sound of a camera shutter from the phone that brought things to a close.

In the frozen photo on the screen, Yang Yimin had her head tilted high, eyes curved with laughter, and beneath her delicate nose, two neat rows of white teeth peeked past her lips. The bright smile on her face looked like it might spill right out of the screen. Xiao Wei, by contrast, had a sour expression and, because he was blushing so hard, looked a little ridiculous.

"Get up already!"

Yang Yimin saved the photo with satisfaction, tossed out a parting line, and got up to make dinner.

Xiao Wei rubbed his messy hair, secretly cupped the bulge that had already gone hard, and felt a little guilty, a little reluctant, and even a little excited.

All those mixed emotions finally boiled down to one low curse: "It all fucking comes down to Fatty!"

If Fatty hadn't brought a whole phone full of pornographic novels to school last semester and led the entire dorm down the path of no return to beating off, how could he have developed such a shameful feeling toward his own mother?

I, Wang Zhiwei, used to be a pure-hearted teenager!

As he thought about it, Xiao Wei's eyes involuntarily drifted toward his mother's back again. Beneath the plain white T-shirt, the roundness that even the loose jeans could barely hide swayed back and forth, stirring up endless imagination.

"Spit! What the hell are you thinking? That's your mom!"

Xiao Wei cursed himself under his breath and pinched his thigh, finally dragging his attention away.

At that moment, a patch of white under the quilt came into view.

"Fuck! I nearly forgot about this!"

Xiao Wei quickly pulled out the white box and walked to a corner of the bedroom where it couldn't be seen from the living room. Staring at the words "realistic masturbator," he felt a little hard in the pants.

He had originally planned to throw the thing away with the box straight into the trash can downstairs. He hadn't expected Mom to come back this early. Going downstairs now would definitely lead to questions, and there was no good way to hide the box. If it got discovered, he was finished.

Thinking of that, Xiao Wei simply opened the box and prepared to see exactly what was inside.

"What the hell is this?"

Xiao Wei stared at the stick he had pulled out of the cardboard box and fell into deep thought.

The thing was flesh-colored all over, about two fingers thick and ten centimeters long. Its surface was smooth, without the slightest wrinkle. Ignoring the size, it did look a bit like a cheap masturbator at first glance, but there wasn't a hole anywhere in the middle!

It was just a stick!

"This fucking thing is a masturbator?"

Xiao Wei was utterly speechless, then took a folded instruction sheet from the box.

[How to use: Apply the bodily fluids secreted by the person you desire onto the surface of the masturbator, and leave it overnight.]

That was it.

That instruction manual was way too brief!

And it was so weird and cryptic it was impossible to make sense of. What was supposed to happen if it was left overnight? Was a hole going to appear out of nowhere?

"If I actually believe this bullshit manual, then I'm a fucking idiot!"

Xiao Wei stuffed the stick and the instructions back into the box in one go. After hiding the box away, he took out his phone, opened the chat app, and went into a group called "Yuan City F4."

Zhiwei: Speak. Who the hell did this?

A reply came very quickly.

Fatty:?

Zhiwei: You're acting like you don't know?

Fatty: What happened? What's wrong with you, bro?

Zhiwei: Who sent me this package?

Fatty: What package?

Cannon: Huh?

Glasses:???

Zhiwei: Which one of you sent me a fucking masturbator!

After a moment of silence in the group, messages began flooding the screen like crazy.

Fatty: Holy shit!!! Damn, who the hell is this talented!?

Cannon: Hahaha!

Glasses: I'm dying laughing!

...

Xiao Wei looked at the nonstop flood of "hahaha" and frowned. Based on what he knew of these lousy friends, if it had really been them, someone should have jumped out to admit it and start mocking him by now. But the three of them were just spamming the group wildly, even throwing in a bunch of laughing stickers, which actually made Xiao Wei unsure.

"Could it really not be them? Then who was it?"

Xiao Wei couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought. Even after dinner, he still had no idea who the culprit was.

Forget it. No point thinking about it. He'd just throw the damn thing away tomorrow anyway.

With that much time, he might as well read a novel.

Xiao Wei lay down on the bed, tugged the blanket over his lower body, picked up his phone, and opened an adult fiction website Fatty had recommended.

It had to be said that Fatty had some real talent in this area. The site's novel library was absurdly rich, and it even categorized the stories according to different fetishes.

"Take a shower before you get in bed! You're filthy!"

His mother's ill-timed nagging came from the doorway. Any man interrupted at a moment like this would feel irritated, and Xiao Wei was no exception. He answered impatiently, "I know, I know! Go shower first!"

As he spoke, he happened to glance over, and that one glance made his eyes impossible to pull away.

Yang Yimin was wearing a thin nightgown. The beautiful outline wrapped in pale lingerie traced a perfect shape, pressing against the fabric of the nightdress. Under the light, her pair of full thighs flickered in and out of view. At this moment, her mature body revealed a lethal kind of temptation. Her hair, tied up, made that little face look even more delicate, and her pair of almond eyes fixed on Xiao Wei with a hint of dissatisfaction.

That face, alternating between irritation and delight, paired with a body that had fully ripened, hit him with a sense of contrast so extreme it made his skin crawl. The dangerous thoughts he'd finally managed to suppress in the afternoon surfaced again.

"Tch! Once I finish showering, you better go shower immediately!"

Yang Yimin tossed out the line and walked into the bathroom on her own.

Xiao Wei panted for a while, then as if making some kind of decision, he tremblingly opened the categories on the website and clicked on Forbidden Love.