Chapter 7: The Female Cat

Xiaowei was woken by his mother’s yelling.

Early that morning, while he was still asleep, he heard his mother talking on the phone in the living room. Her voice cut straight through the bedroom door and rang in his ears, agitated, almost like she was arguing.

By the time he yawned his way out of the room, the call had just ended. His mother was standing by the dining table, the full curve of her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked sideways at him. Her brows were tightly knit, her glossy little mouth slightly puckered, and anger still lingered on her face.

It really did look like she had been arguing with someone.

Xiaowei was a little puzzled. He was sure she hadn’t been arguing with his father. Their parents got along extremely well and never even raised their voices at each other. Besides, at this hour, his father was probably already on a plane, so even if she wanted to argue, she couldn’t.

Before he could ask, his mother turned to him first. “You’re up? Go get the breakfast from the kitchen yourself.”

The mother and son ate breakfast together at the table.

Xiaowei secretly glanced at the mother across from him. Seeing that the anger on her face had faded, he asked carefully, “Mom, what happened just now?”

“Nothing. I just asked the company for leave.”

Yang Yimin took a sip of milk and answered calmly.

“You got that mad over taking leave?”

“Wasn’t it that fucking asshole boss…”

Thinking about it made Yang Yimin angry again. She couldn’t help cursing once, though she didn’t keep swearing in front of her son. Instead, she waved a small hand. “If he pushes me too far, I’ll just quit on the spot.”

It was odd, but when an ugly person swore, people called them trashy. When a beauty casually let out a curse, it felt like real personality, even a little charming in its contrast.

Xiaowei pretended not to care as he glanced at his mother’s face a few times, then reacted. “Why are you taking leave again?”

“I’m going to the hospital.”

“You’re sick again?”

Xiaowei looked down at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him and felt something was off.

But the next second, his mother confirmed it. “Yeah. Wash the dishes later.”

Xiaowei could only answer helplessly, “Okay.” Then he realized something was still off. “What’s wrong? Do you need me to go with you?”

If she was going to the hospital, the illness was probably real this time. But in the past, she would definitely have dragged him along for company. How could she go by herself?

He saw a hint of awkwardness on his mother’s face as she answered a little unnaturally, “It’s just... some women’s issue.”

“Oh!”

Xiaowei suddenly understood. “A gynecological problem!”

No wonder his mother didn’t want company. If it was an intimate area issue, taking her son along really would be awkward.

But as soon as he thought of intimacy, Xiaowei couldn’t help recalling the breathy moans from last night, and the last few minutes when they had turned into pleading cries. His heart gave a little lurch, and his gaze unconsciously drifted to his mother’s pretty face before slipping away again under her narrowing almond eyes.

Yang Yimin glared at him as though she wanted to eat him alive, then drained the hot milk in her bowl in one go and snapped, “Wash the dishes, then go do your homework!”

“Got it!” Xiaowei dragged out the words with a long sigh.

Another day of being bossed around!

He felt a little sulky.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother stand up and head for the door. He lifted his head and watched that woman bend over to change shoes, the jeans tight around her ass like a full moon. Then he suddenly curled his lips. “Right, Mom.”

When his mother turned back to look at him, Xiaowei went on, “Last night... did you hear anything strange?”

The moment he asked, a visibly flustered look flooded Yang Yimin’s face. “N-no... I didn’t.”

Her eyes flickered around wildly. She didn’t dare meet her son’s gaze anymore and, like someone with a guilty conscience, lowered her head and patted at her pant legs as if something filthy had gotten on them. Her short hair fell forward and covered her pretty face as she tried to keep her voice calm.

“What did you hear?”

Her memory of last night was a little hazy. The only thing still clear in her head was the dense, maddening waves of pleasure, and vaguely she also remembered how she had been driven to shouting at the time... Had her cries really carried through two doors and a living room?

Had she been that loud?

Just thinking that those screams might have been heard by her son made her want to crawl into a crack in the ground.

Seeing his mother putting on a brave front, Xiaowei wore an expression that was half troubled, half teasing. “It seemed like there was a female cat downstairs in heat, howling and yowling so much people couldn’t sleep.”

Yang Yimin’s hand trembled. She grabbed the fabric of her pants hard, then let go at once, and replied with her head still lowered, “A female cat... yeah, that’s not uncommon this season.”

“Mom, tell me...”

The smile on Xiaowei’s face grew wider and wider. He still wasn’t willing to let her off. Pressing his advantage, he asked, “When a female cat is in heat, and it cries out like that, is it because it hurts... or because it feels good?”

Yang Yimin kept her bent, lowered posture as if she had been frozen in place. After a long, choked silence, she finally squeezed out an answer so soft it was almost a mosquito’s buzz:

“...I don’t know.”

With that, she spun around at once. As her hair whipped back, a stretch of neck connected to her chin flashed into view, red as if it might drip blood. Then she fled the house like she was running for her life.

Bang!

The security door slammed shut again with a heavy crash. Whoever closed it had clearly used too much force.

Xiaowei ate the rest of breakfast at an unhurried pace, his eyes drifting toward the tightly shut security door from time to time, a smile lingering on his face as his mind replayed his mother’s panicked retreat.

In his memory, he had never seen her look so flustered before. It was completely unlike her usual looks, whether frowning or smiling, stern or coy. It was fascinating.

After he finished eating, he stood up and methodically cleared the table.

“Woof... woof...”

He kept imitating a cat, the corners of his mouth stretching wider and wider into a filthy grin.

...

"Judging from the examination report, your body is completely healthy..."

"There are some traces of sexual activity inside the vagina, but it wasn’t rough, and the lower opening of the cervical canal doesn’t show any signs of dilation..."

"The feeling you described, of being violently penetrated, may be a hallucination caused by recent stress..."

"My suggestion is to rest more, relax your mind, avoid overworking and getting too tense, and cut back on erotic stimulation... don’t wear your panties too tight... or you could go to psychiatry for a more thorough checkup."

Yang Yimin stood dazed at the hospital entrance, looking a little absent-minded. In her hand she carried a plastic bag containing a medical file with hardly any writing in it and two white medicine bottles.

She had never really believed the hospital would find anything. She had only come to try her luck, but when the result really came back exactly as she had expected, she still couldn’t help feeling lost.

The gynecological exam was completely normal, and even the psychiatrist said she was only hallucinating from stress, prescribing her a bottle of pills to ease the pressure.

But whether it was really a hallucination, how could she not know?

She silently accepted the fact that medicine couldn’t solve her problem, then went back to gynecology and picked up a bottle of long-acting birth control pills.

Even though she couldn’t feel the semen, the sensation of being creampied was too real, and it still made her uneasy.

As unwilling as she was to admit it, she had already prepared herself to be toyed with by that cock for a long time.

Yang Yimin drew a deep breath, forced down the bitterness churning in her heart, and hailed a taxi.

...

Back home, Xiaowei sat at his desk, staring at a math problem, but his mind was full of his mother’s moans.

Even though he had been the one teasing her that morning, more than an hour later he was the one being driven crazy by the filthy images in his head, unable to solve a single problem.

Should he jerk off once before writing?

No. If he did it now, what would he do tonight?

For the sake of his health, he had set himself a rule: only one masturbation session a day.

Not jerking off would be a waste of time too. Releasing now was for better studying later!

That argument was a little persuasive, and Xiaowei wavered.

No. He had to restrain himself, stay healthy, think about the future!

Grinding his teeth, he forced his attention back onto the problem.

Half an hour later.

"Fuck health!"

Xiaowei shoved the exercise book away, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe. Without a shred of hesitation, he opened the door and fished out the fleshlight wrapped in his clothes.

Even though he had used it more than once, every time he picked it up his hand still trembled involuntarily, as if he could feel that strange warmth through the fabric.

He peeled away layer after layer of clothing, revealing a familiar dark red shape. Xiaowei grabbed the rod-like body of the toy, shook off the remaining wrappings, and looked at the bright red opening he had been thinking about day and night.

The moment his gaze landed on the mouth of the toy, he froze.

The overall color of the fleshlight hadn’t changed much, and the size was still the same as before.

The liquid left over from last night had already disappeared, confirming his guess that it had self-cleaning ability.

But the perfectly round opening from last night now seemed to have grown upward overnight, turning into an oval that was longer top to bottom and narrower in the middle. The originally straight body had also bulged upward into a distinct steep slope.

The surface of the bright red tender flesh had increased by a whole section out of nowhere, pushing the small opening that had once sat in the center down to the bottom.

Beneath that opening, two soft strips of flesh had risen up, stretching along the edge of the mouth. The farther up they went, the wider they became, until they looked like two flesh petals shielding the whole patch of tender meat.

At the join where the two petals met at the top, there was a tiny, almost invisible bump, as if something else was about to grow there.

What was this?

Xiaowei lifted the fleshlight in alarm and brought it close to his eyes to inspect it carefully.

After the overnight transformation he had already experienced once before, he wasn’t all that frightened now. What he felt more than anything was curiosity, wanting to figure out exactly what had changed and why it had changed again.

He reached out and pinched one of the flesh petals, rolling it lightly between his fingers, then tugged outward before letting go.

Just like the rest of the mouth, the two petals were bright red, warm and soft to the touch, like flesh grown on a real body. They felt pretty good, though the elasticity was a little lacking and they didn’t stretch much.

The pleasant feel stirred his playful side. He pressed his palm over the mouth and rubbed down hard, crushing the two soft petals together.

What had originally been an opening less than three centimeters across was now the size of half a palm, giving him quite a few more ways to play with it.

Under the kneading of his palm, the petals kept curling and deforming, and the flesh beneath them began to press and writhe as well. Before long, thin streams of slick seeped out from the little hole at the very bottom.

In the taxi, Yang Yimin sat in the back seat with both hands clamped over her lower abdomen, lips tightly pressed together, her face full of panic.

That damned feeling wasn’t just appearing at night anymore. It wouldn’t even let her off during the day...

And unlike the first two times, she felt the stimulation this time covered a much larger area down below. She had no idea what that meant...

Worst of all, she wasn’t at home. There was a stranger driving the car, and that made the torment even worse for her. She had always been extremely sensitive to the strange looks of others.

Being forced to expose such a lewd state in front of a stranger felt worse than being killed.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror while driving, muttering to himself.

When he picked her up, he had actually been pretty happy. She was a pretty girl, and he had even been trying to find a chance to make conversation on the way.

But not long after they set off, he noticed her face going pale and red in turns, her expression obviously off.

Please don’t let her have some kind of attack in my car...

That was what he was thinking when he said hesitantly, “Little miss, are you okay? Should I take you back to the hospital?”

Yang Yimin lifted her face toward the rearview mirror, accidentally making eye contact with the driver. She quickly looked away and forced out a thin smile. Just as she opened her mouth to answer, the stimulation below suddenly turned fierce, and the words on her lips became a soft little cry:

"Ah!"

The sound took both of them by surprise. Yang Yimin’s face flushed bright red at once, and the driver froze for a moment too, only feeling that the cry seemed to carry a hint of desire, making him itch with restlessness and not knowing what to say.

After an awkward silence, Yang Yimin lowered her head and answered with difficulty, “No need, sir. Please just drive faster.”

Back home, Xiaowei held his palm upright, using it like a blade to rub up and down over the mouth of the toy. He was having a blast.

The two flesh petals clung softly to the sides of his palm, swaying with every stroke.

Slick trickled out of the little hole, lifted by the edge of his hand blade, coating the entire patch of bright red tender flesh in a glossy sheen as the rubbing made wet, squelching sounds.

Xiaowei was getting more and more into it. He used greater and greater force, rubbing the tender flesh until it warped a little. Before long, a black little hole reluctantly appeared in the middle, flickering in and out of view under the friction of his palm, and Xiaowei noticed it at once.

“Hm?”

He stopped moving his hand, leaned closer, and curiously pressed two fingers against the tender flesh, gently pulling it apart up and down so the little hole was exposed again.

"Why’s there another hole?"

If the opening from before had been only a slit squeezed out by several pieces of tender flesh, then this newly appeared hole looked more like something grown directly out of the flesh. It was smaller, more hidden, and harder to make out.

Xiaowei poked the new hole with a finger, drawing a shuddering contraction in response.

"It’s so small, it doesn’t look like it’ll fit..."

He thought about the size of his cock and felt it was unrealistic to put it in there. So he dipped his index finger in some slick and shoved it toward the hole.

The instant the fingertip went in, the entire patch of tender flesh seemed to be hit with a tremendous stimulus and began contracting and trembling wildly. The tiny hole shrank down into a black dot, immediately squeezing his finger out.

Xiaowei frowned, looked at his fingertip, then stubbornly pressed his index finger against the hole again.

This time, ignoring the hole’s violent resistance, he forced in and twisted hard, getting one knuckle in by brute strength, only to find that it still wouldn’t move farther. Even when he exerted more force, all it did was drag the violently trembling flesh outside down with it, without advancing another inch.

"It’s too dry..."

Xiaowei pulled out his finger and rubbed the pad of his index finger with his thumb.

He noticed that although the hole was damp enough, it was nowhere near as lubricated as the other little opening that could produce slick. The slick he had put on his finger earlier had mostly been scraped off at the entrance because it was too tight, and only a small amount could get in.

But that wasn’t really a problem.

Xiaowei coated his index finger with slick again and repeated the same trick, forcing it into the hole. When it could no longer move, he pulled it out, re-lubricated it, and shoved it back in...

After several repetitions, the finger went deeper and deeper, and on the fifth attempt he finally managed to push his entire index finger into the hole.

The tiny hole was forced to swallow an object far too large for it. No matter how wildly it squeezed and contracted, it was useless. The entire bright red patch of flesh outside had already gone rigid with spasms, as if it were suffering some enormous pain.

"Fuck, this is way too tight!"

Xiaowei felt his finger being strangled painfully. He flicked it up, down, and side to side a few times, and the whole passage warped along with it, revealing no extra space.

He tried pulling his finger in and out again. It did drag out a length of soft pink channel-flesh, but fortunately there was already plenty of slick inside, so overall it was fairly smooth. Feeling reassured, he began thrusting in and out with broad strokes.

As soon as the index finger started moving, the flesh outside seemed to come alive, writhing violently with it. The little hole below opened and closed as if it were breathing, which Xiaowei found rather interesting.

He had shoved it in and out a dozen times when suddenly a huge pressure surged in from the fingertip.

Alarmed, he instinctively began withdrawing his finger along the force.

"Ssshh!"

The instant the finger was pulled out of the hole, a transparent jet of water shot out after it and splashed Xiaowei head to toe.

In the taxi, the driver was scared by Yang Yimin’s string of screams into pulling over by the roadside. Then he saw the blue jeans below her darken all at once, a wet patch spreading from the crotch down the inner thighs until even the seat beneath her ass was soaked.

"Hey! Hey, hey!"

The driver stared in shock, babbling "hey" for a long time. Only when a faint smell of urine reached his nose did he react. "What the hell are you doing!?"

Yang Yimin was humiliated beyond measure. She covered her face and burst into tears. Under the driver’s repeated questioning, she finally recovered a sliver of reason and answered through sobs, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir! I’ll pay you back!”

"This... this won’t do if you’re short by three hundred!"

As soon as the driver heard she’d pay, he stopped shouting. He turned back and started the car again, muttering under his breath, “Such a pretty little girl, just pissing in someone else’s car...”

"Drive faster!"

Yang Yimin wiped her tears with the back of her hand, loudly cutting off the driver’s careless muttering, which only made her feel more ashamed.

Xiaowei stood there dazed and motionless. It wasn’t until a bead of water rolled off the tip of his eyelashes, sending tiny tremors through his eyes, that he came back to himself. Looking at the hole still leaking a little liquid, his mouth parted slightly, and he muttered in a low voice:

"Holy shit..."

So this little hole could spray too. It just sprayed way too hard...

Xiaowei yanked up the hem of his clothes and used his pajamas to wipe the still-dripping head dry. After all, most of his upper body was soaked anyway, and he could just change later.

Just after he finished wiping, he suddenly felt something was off.

He pulled the hem back to his nose and sniffed lightly. “Why does it smell kind of fishy?”

He shifted his gaze to the floor by his feet. There were several droplets of liquid that had splashed there just now, and on the pale gray tiles they formed rounded marks with a faint yellowish tint.

"This can’t be piss, right!?"

Xiaowei wore an expression of disbelief. After thinking for a while, he pulled out his phone and searched online for a diagram of female genital anatomy, comparing it carefully.

"This is the vaginal opening..."

He pointed at the original flesh hole.

"These two pieces are the labia minora?"

His finger traced a circle around the two flesh petals.

"Then this one is... the pee hole!"

Xiaowei stared, utterly incredulous, and then he felt a wave of disgust.

He had just gotten sprayed in the face with piss!

Angrily, he slapped the bright red flesh twice, making it shudder violently, then hurried to the bathroom to wash his face. He took off his soaked shirt and, on a whim, rinsed the fleshlight too, washing away the urine that remained on it.

When he returned to the bedroom and sat down again, Xiaowei lifted the fleshlight and examined it once more.

He had just thought of a question.

If the fleshlight was growing according to a person’s genitals, then since so much had grown on the outside, would the inside also have changed accordingly?

As he thought, Xiaowei extended his index finger and pressed it against the vaginal opening before pushing in. Compared with the difficult effort of forcing his way into the urethra just now, the vagina, which had already been fairly tight to begin with, seemed much simpler. It offered little real resistance, and he went in very smoothly.

He pushed his whole finger into the vagina and poked upward. Sure enough, there was extra space inside. After groping around the front wall for a while, he finally found a piece of hard flesh about the size of a coin, rough to the touch.

"Is this the G-spot?"

Excitement suddenly welled up in Xiaowei. He had long been interested in that magical area in books where a single poke could make women spray, and now that he had finally gotten his wish, he immediately could barely wait. He started flexing his finger and frantically rubbing at the hard patch that seemed to be the G-spot.

His index finger stretched and flexed rapidly inside the pussy, the pressure from within forcing the urethral opening to flicker in and out of sight. No matter how hard Xiao Wei tried, all he got was a little more slick seeping from below. The flesh hole still showed no sign of squirting.

Had he found the wrong spot? Or did the fleshlight simply not have the ability to gush?

That couldn’t be right. If it could spray out such a huge burst of piss, there was no way a few spurts of cum would stump it.

He just wasn’t working hard enough.

A mocking picture of Li Jiaqi raising an eyebrow flashed through Xiao Wei’s mind, and his hand worked even faster.

When his index finger got tired, he switched to his middle finger. When his right hand got tired, he switched to his left. He kept rotating until both hands were sore and limp, then shoved his right middle and ring fingers in together and rubbed helplessly at that hard little patch. Suddenly, he felt a change.

Xiao Wei instantly perked up. He’d found the trick. His two fingers alternated between gentle and forceful as they kneaded and pressed that spot, and the hard flesh finally responded, swelling and bulging little by little. The secretion of slick in the canal grew more frantic, gradually soaking the back of his hand until it was slippery all over.

In the taxi, Yang Yimin covered her mouth with one hand and kept the other pressed to her lower abdomen, her head bowed. Behind strands of curly short hair, the flush on her face deepened and deepened.

She could feel the fingers inside her body suddenly turning gentle, no longer viciously digging into her pussy. The pain from before transformed into a strange pleasure that seemed to shoot straight into her bladder, turning into a bloated, urgent need to urinate.

A feeling she had never experienced before filled her with a sharp sense of danger. The jeans she had already wet were still clinging to her thighs; if she lost control again, the whole pair would probably be soaked through.

But just like the previous times, her lower body had become a toy for someone else to play with. If it wanted to hurt her, it would hurt her. If it wanted to make her feel good, all she could do was feel good. She had no way to resist and no way to escape.

Soon enough, the warning became reality.

The finger movements turned rough again. Strangely enough, the violent digging no longer brought dull pain. Instead, each brutal squeeze burst into explosive pleasure, making her cunt clamp down over and over.

"Mm!"

Yang Yimin couldn’t hold back a muffled moan. She clearly felt a gush of arousal squeezed out along with the spasms of her pussy, making her already soaked panties even slicker, her lower body as if submerged in icy liquid.

The driver in front had long since lost all interest in driving. His eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, and the car’s speed dropped lower and lower.

In the mirror was a charming beauty with her head bowed and eyes shut, her cheeks flushed red, a delicate hand tense enough to stand out in corded muscles, her lower body drenched, and soft gasps escaping from time to time. A certain suspicion in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Could it be the kind of thing they talk about online... a master's task?

This actually happened to me?

Right then, another moan full of lust came from the back seat, completely igniting the driver’s restlessness. He slammed on the brakes, hurriedly shoved the gear into P, and didn’t even bother with the handbrake before twisting around to look back.

"Mm... mm-mm... ngh!"

The low sounds kept spilling from Yang Yimin’s mouth. After she opened her tightly pressed lips to catch a breath, she could no longer close them again. The moans were forced back into her mouth by the palm over them, turning into heavy, stifled whimpers.

The finger digging became more and more ferocious, as if the whole hand were using its strength. A wave after wave of scorching pleasure exploded in her lower body, making her hips jerk forward on their own. Her left hand, which had been covering her belly, suddenly slipped down to brace against the seat beside her. Her fingers clenched the fabric cushion, propping up her upper body so she wouldn’t fall backward.

"Mmm... ah... ahhh!"

Her lower abdomen contracted violently. The flesh of her ass, wrapped in jeans darkened by wetness, lifted higher and higher. One arm was no longer enough to support her body, and the little hand covering her mouth had to fall away too, bracing on the other side of her body. The whimpers trapped in her mouth were instantly released, turning into uncontrollable cries of pleasure.

The fingers kept clawing and pumping without tiring. The arousal inside her cunt seemed endless too; every squeeze was followed by a huge spurt of slick. Between her raised thighs, at the center of the parted jeans, droplets of liquid seeped out one after another. As her back arched harder and harder, the wet trail connected to her ass, as if some unending spring were hidden inside, bubbling water continuously to the surface.

When the flooding urge to pee became unbearable, Yang Yimin’s eyes flew wide open. Her whole body arched inside the car until she looked as if she were about to stand up. Her ass jolted hard, and a torrent of urine and a massive amount of slick shot out of both openings at the same time, forcing a clear bulge out through the front of her jeans.

"Aaah!!!"

A shrill, miserable scream burst from her wide-open mouth.

The driver stared dumbly at the twitching crotch in front of him. He could still faintly hear the hiss of liquid spraying out, and a chain of dripping droplets spilled down from beneath her raised hips, falling into the cabin with soft patters. Before he realized it, a shallow puddle had already gathered in the car.

He swallowed hard. Seeing that the woman had already slumped back into the seat, her face flushed, eyes glazed and unfocused, he cautiously stretched out one arm.

"Little lady?"

The woman panted weakly, apparently not hearing him.

"Pretty girl?"

His big hand slowly opened, curling into a claw as it drew closer and closer to her full chest. The woman still didn’t seem to notice, only half-opening her eyes as if she were thinking about something.

The driver leaned so far forward that his upper body was nearly out of the seat. Up close, he finally realized just how massive was hidden beneath that white T-shirt, and couldn’t help cursing himself for being blind. How could this be a little girl? She was clearly a gorgeous, sexy married woman!

He had no idea what kind of bastard would wreck such a woman and make her do a job like this... but it just meant good luck for him.

The driver let out a lecherous grin, already imagining those lush breasts and the way they’d deform under his hands.

Then, just as his hand was about to touch her chest, a small hand suddenly clamped down on his middle finger and bent it viciously backward.

"Aaaah!!!"

As the driver’s shriek rang out, Yang Yimin opened her murderous eyes. Still tightening her grip, she said viciously, "You sick fuck... you dare try to grope me? I’ll chop your dog paw off!"

Her voice was still a little breathless, but that did nothing to blunt the icy ferocity in her tone, a stark contrast to the shameless moans from before.

After saying that, Yang Yimin flung the driver’s hand away. Ignoring his howls of pain, she didn’t even pay the fare, just opened the door and got out by herself.

She looked around and recognized that she was already not far from home. Still flushed bright red, she lowered her head and walked forward quickly.

Some of the leftover liquid leaked down the legs of her jeans, dripping to the ground and leaving dark wet patches behind.

But after only a couple of steps, Yang Yimin suddenly clutched her lower abdomen again, her body trembling slightly.

She kept forcing herself to move forward, but each step grew harder. Her legs spread outward in an awkward stance, as if something hard had been jammed between them, making it impossible to close her thighs.

That strange posture, combined with her nearly soaked-through lower half, drew plenty of stares from passersby. Yang Yimin covered her mouth with one hand and tried desperately not to cry out, but tears kept spilling from her swollen red eyes.

She kept inching forward like that, step by step, and just as she was about to enter the complex, her waist snapped upward and she let out a muffled cry she could not suppress.

"Mmm-mm!"

She hurriedly braced herself against the wall by the road, legs spread, trembling her hips in place. A string of low groans leaked through the gap in her hand, and another wet stain spread across her crotch, re-darkening the jeans that had already begun to dry.

Just then, a married couple passed by. Seeing her like that, the woman quickly grabbed her husband, who had started to stop and stare, and dragged him away at a brisk pace, hurling a few filthy curses as she went.

Yang Yimin didn’t hear what the other woman said clearly, only catching the word "slut" faintly. That was enough to break through the last of her restraint, and she collapsed into helpless sobs.

...

Xiao Wei let out a long breath and pulled out his now limp cock.

In the brief moment of post-orgasm clarity, looking at the strand of semen still leaking from the cunt, he suddenly had a realization.

Could the fleshlight’s latest change be related to his semen?

The semen he shot into it disappeared every morning. Was it being eaten by the fleshlight?

Was this so-called self-cleaning really just absorption?

Thinking he might have stumbled onto some kind of truth, Xiao Wei grew excited and kept following the line of thought.

Did that mean that as long as he kept cumming inside it, the fleshlight would keep growing?

What would it grow next?

The clit? The labia?

Mm... theoretically, it ought to grow into a complete female pussy...

Then, all at once, another question hit him: every woman’s pussy was different, so whose pussy was the fleshlight growing after?!

The answer seemed to hide some enormous terror, and a shiver ran through Xiao Wei, but he still couldn’t stop himself from thinking.

His brain turned faster and faster, his heartbeat rising and rising, until a small white slip of paper suddenly surfaced in his mind.

It was the instruction manual for the fleshlight, and on it was printed a line of tiny text:

[How to use: Apply the secretions of the person you fancy to the surface of the fleshlight and leave it overnight.]

"The person I fancy... the person I fancy..."

Xiao Wei stared blankly ahead, muttering over and over.

Why did the manual emphasize the person you fancy?

Why couldn’t you just pick any woman and smear her secretions on it?

What was the person you fancy? The woman he truly wanted to fuck!

If he smeared someone else’s secretions on it, did that mean the fleshlight would become someone else’s pussy?!

Then the last question was: whose secretions had he used in the first place?

The moment the answer surfaced, Xiao Wei was overwhelmed by terror. But the next second, that terror transformed into uncontrollable ecstasy.

"This really is Mom’s pussy?"

He lifted the fleshlight and examined it closely, a strange light glittering in his widened eyes.

"This is Mom’s cunt? Mom’s labia? Mom’s piss hole?"

"This is Mom’s pussy!"

Xiao Wei was so excited he nearly cried. He couldn’t believe it. He had really fucked his mother’s flesh hole.

He wanted to jump up and cheer. He wanted to roll on the floor. He wanted to throw open the window and howl at the top of his lungs to vent the excitement surging through his chest.

He couldn’t help but plant a hard kiss on the fleshlight. Not caring about the various fluids on it, he pressed his lips to the rim and sucked hard, making the red flesh inside writhe. The hole beneath opened and closed, spitting out a mouthful of semen-mixed slick.

If this had happened before, he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but now Xiao Wei froze instantly, as if lightning had split through his mind and shattered all his emotions into blankness.

One by one, the questions from the past few days surfaced and were strung together by a single thread.

The air freshener in the bedroom, the swollen red eyes, the gray-white stains on the nightdress, and last night’s cries that seemed to answer his own...

"Is it possible that the fleshlight doesn’t just look like Mom’s pussy, but has other functions too..."

Xiao Wei narrowed his eyes, about to keep thinking, when the anti-theft door suddenly slammed open and snapped him out of it.

He hurriedly hid the fleshlight away and stepped out of the room, preparing to say hello, but when he saw his mother’s appearance clearly, his pupils contracted violently.

Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks flushed hot pink, her short hair a mess. The jeans on her lower body were almost soaked from top to bottom, with only the outer sides of her calves still showing a little of their original sky-blue color.

Her expression was blank. The moment she stepped inside, she braced herself against the shoe cabinet and started panting, looking completely drained.

"Mom? What happened?"

Xiao Wei closed his eyes briefly, hiding the strange look in them, and put on a concerned expression.

"Nothing... I’m going to take a shower..."

Yang Yimin answered hoarsely, paying no attention to her son’s bare upper body. She kicked off both shoes, set the plastic bag in her hand on the shoe cabinet, and dragged her heavy steps into the bathroom.

Closing the door, taking off her coat, walking into the shower room, closing the door again, removing her underwear, turning on the shower—she moved like a walking corpse, her face devoid of expression as she went through the motions one by one.

Only when she was waiting for the hot water and felt her strength drain did she slump down onto the toilet. The familiar comfort of home suddenly wrapped around her, and a wave of grievance surged up so abruptly that she couldn’t stop herself from crying again in a low voice.

Since that night, she had cried more in these past few days than she had in the entire previous year.

She liked to think of herself as someone not easily broken, but the string of events she had gone through lately had gone far beyond her psychological limits. Apart from crying, she had no way to vent, and she couldn’t even find anyone she could confide in.

Maybe one day she would slowly get used to it and stop seeing it as pressure, but just thinking about that outcome made her even more uneasy.

Would that version of her still be her?

...

Xiao Wei returned to his room, set a timer for ten minutes, and took the fleshlight into the bathroom.

"The way to verify it is actually very simple..."

He murmured to himself, a faintly eerie smile on his face, and gently pressed down the door handle.

The bathroom at home was divided into wet and dry areas. The sink and washing machine were in the outer room, while the shower and toilet were in the inner room. Between them stood a not-too-thick wall, with a frosted glass door etched with patterns at the lower right corner.

The glass door obviously couldn’t soundproof as well as a wooden door. The moment Xiao Wei stepped into the bathroom, he heard waves of whimpering coming from the shower room.

The crying rose and fell unevenly, mixed with the occasional sob, stirring a complicated mix of guilt and regret in his heart. But that feeling flashed by only briefly, soon swallowed up by the surging desire until no trace of it remained.

"Mom, don’t cry..."

Xiao Wei mouthed the words soundlessly, raised the fleshlight to his cock, and rammed it on hard.

The crying inside the shower stopped at once and turned into a cry of surprise. In his own way, Xiao Wei had stopped his mother’s sobbing.

There was still some not-yet-dry slick inside the fleshlight, along with the semen he had shot into it earlier, so he didn’t need any lubricant. He simply started fucking it hard.

His mother’s voice shifted from suppressed little moans into seductive cries, rising and falling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Xiao Wei didn’t dare stand too close to the bathroom, afraid his shadow might show on the door, but that didn’t stop him from changing the rhythm from time to time. Occasionally he would yank his cock out all of a sudden, throwing the sounds on the other side of the door into disarray too.

Clear moans drifted into his ears. Now that he knew the truth, he no longer bothered testing anything. He focused entirely on enjoying his mother’s pussy. Slick splashed everywhere, and his cock swelled up again, fucking harder and harder to the cadence of those increasingly high-pitched gasps.

The cries grew sharper and more urgent. At the peak, they stopped abruptly, leaving only heavy panting behind.

Xiao Wei controlled his breathing, took one last look at the bathroom, and, just as he had come, quietly retreated.

...

Back in the bedroom, Xiao Wei sat at the desk, staring at the workbook. His right arm rested on the tabletop, a pen pinched between his fingers, bouncing happily under the teasing of his hand.

He finished a whole page of problems before he heard the bathroom door open.

Xiao Wei peeked out and saw that his mother had changed into the pajama set she had worn two days ago. She must have forgotten to bring a change of clothes, so she had dug a couple out of the laundry basket.

Looking at her still unsteady steps, he pulled his gaze back and refocused on the exercises in front of him, though the corner of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"How does a puppy bark? Woof, woof, woof!"

"How does a chick chirp? Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Xiao Wei hummed the childish little song under his breath while his hand never stopped moving, the pen barrel spinning faster and faster until it left afterimages behind.

"How does a duck quack? Quack, quack, quack!"

After singing that line, he suddenly paused, no longer hiding the filthy grin on his face.

"How does a mother cat cry?"

"Ah... ah... don’t!"

The voice was sharp and thin, drenched in lust, imitating his mother’s moans with about seventy percent of the same sound.