Chapter 7: The Senior's Mother?

"Take your pants off!"

The senior licked her lips and ordered me.

"Fuck! Could you be any more direct?"

I panicked a little. At this rate, the senior was treating me like some call boy. The moment she came in, she went straight for the point, not giving me a second to prepare.

"Cut the crap. If I tell you to strip, then strip!"

Seeing me still trying to resist, the senior frowned and said with rising temper.

"Senior, there are still people outside reading. Is it really okay to make such a scene? Your grandpa's still out there too. If he finds out, won't that be a disaster?"

"Relax. This room was soundproofed ages ago. Nobody outside can hear a thing in here."

As she spoke, the senior swayed over to me and sat in the chair by the desk, crossing one leg over the other with the attitude of a proud, tsundere older woman. She raised a hand and curled her finger at me, urging me to move faster.

With a long-suffering sigh, I stood up and pulled off my pants, revealing a limp little worm dangling between my legs. The instant she saw it, the senior got excited all over again. Her cheeks flushed red as she crouched down in front of me and eagerly started playing with my cock. She squeezed it, rocked it left and right, and every now and then pinched my two egg-sized balls. Feeling the soft, cool touch down there, my dick naturally began to stiffen.

"See, you got it hard again. If it won't go down later, you'll have to help me out."

Since I couldn't avoid it anyway, I wasn't about to be the only one taking a loss. If the senior wanted to watch, she had to pay a little interest.

"Take all your clothes off."

"Huh? What? What'd you say?"

"I said take all your clothes off!"

After making sure I hadn't misheard her, I stared at the senior in surprise. This girl was getting ahead of herself. Weren't we supposed to just show the lower half? Why was she making me strip too?

"I'm not doing it. Fine, you can look at the bottom, but now you want me naked too? What, do you think I'm some guy you paid for?"

"If you strip, I'll help you finish later."

The senior tried to tempt me, but I wasn't falling for that anymore.

"No way! Even if I don't strip, you're still going to help me finish anyway. Unless... unless..."

I glanced at her body with obvious bad intentions.

"Unless you strip too. We both strip. That's fair."

The senior clearly never expected me to turn the tables on her, and she immediately bristled, protesting again and again. But I wasn't going to indulge her. I tugged my pants up and headed for the door as if I were about to leave.

"Wait."

Just as my hand was about to touch the doorknob, the senior called me back. I turned and saw her with a shy, embarrassed look on her face, head lowered, both hands anxiously kneading the hem of her clothes.

"I-I'll strip... y-you strip first."

I really couldn't figure the senior out. One moment she was bold as anything, and the next she was all pure, blushing innocence. Her split personality switched way too fast.

If it was a contest over stripping, nobody could beat me. In three shakes I was completely naked, hands on my hips, staring at the senior. The beast between my legs was thrusting straight toward her like a spear in a duel. I lifted my chin to signal that it was her turn.

But the senior seemed completely distracted by my naked body. Her eyes roamed over me with shameless interest.

"Didn't expect it, but for a little brat, you've got a pretty solid body."

As she spoke, she circled around me, rubbing her chin and appraising me from every angle, even reaching out as if to pinch my pecs.

"Hey, hey! Look all you want, but don't get touchy-feely. It's your turn to strip, so don't go back on your word."

I hurriedly stepped back and reminded the senior to take off her clothes.

"Pervert..."

The senior muttered a small curse at me.

"Y-you turn around. Don't look at me."

Damn it. She was the one demanding to see me naked, and now she was calling me a pervert? Looked like she was still a little shy after all.

"Fine, fine, I'll turn around. Hurry up and strip already, don't waste everyone's time."

I turned my back and perked up my ears, listening for movement behind me. Soon I heard the soft rustle of clothing rubbing together, and my heart leapt. Looks like the senior was taking off her clothes. I couldn't help swallowing hard, wondering what kind of beautiful sight I'd see in a moment.

I didn't know how long passed, but eventually there was no more sound behind me.

"Haa... you can turn around now."

The senior took a deep breath and spoke softly, her voice trembling a little.

My whole body jolted, then began to tremble faintly. I couldn't tell whether it was excitement or nerves. Before, I'd seen the senior almost naked once, but she'd still been wearing lingerie, so it didn't really count as a full view. This time, she was completely naked. Completely naked! No matter how many women I'd seen, I still had no resistance to a big-sister type beauty like the senior, who was usually so young, bright, and dazzling.

Slowly, I turned back around. There she was, facing me with her head lowered and her cheeks red, slender white arms hanging down, both fists clenched tight to show just how uneasy she felt. But unlike what I'd imagined, she wasn't actually fully naked. The senior was still wearing her bra, panties, and white stockings. This time, instead of a sexy outfit, she had on pure-white cotton bra and panties, even with a little cartoon skull printed on them.

Her skin looked extremely fair and smooth, and under the light it seemed translucent and warm, like a layer of clear ointment. Then I realized that once her clothes were off, her figure wasn't as slender as it had seemed before. She was actually a little soft around the edges. Yeah, whether it was her chest, arms, or thighs, the senior had a touch of baby fat, plump and soft without being greasy, the kind of tender flesh that made you want to pinch it. The cotton bra obviously couldn't fully hide the two budding mounds underneath. They weren't as full as an adult woman's yet, but they already had a nice shape, soft enough to cup in one hand, with a shallow cleavage already formed between her twin mounds. Down below, her pure-white panties were stretched tight over her plump little ass and mound, bulging outward. Through the white cotton, I could vaguely make out a hint of black inside. Her generous thighs were still wrapped in white over-the-knee stockings, the fabric clinging tightly to her soft flesh and cutting slightly into the edges of her legs, making her look even sexier. Below those long white-stockinged legs were a pair of delicate little feet in women's flat shoes, fidgeting restlessly like ants on a hot pan.

When she saw me turn around and stare at her, the senior took a small step back, then raised her left arm to cover her chest and used her right hand to hold her own arm, nervously kneading the soft flesh there as she looked at me with a shy expression.

"I-it's, it's okay now, right?"

"No way. Why am I totally naked while you're still wearing your bra and panties? Hurry up and take those off too."

Saying that, I eagerly stepped forward, ready to strip the senior out of her underwear and get a good look at the spring scenery underneath.

Smack! Thud! Smack-bang...

After a flurry of blows to the body, I stood obediently in front of the senior.

"If you didn't want to strip, you could've just said so. Why hit me? Seriously..."

The senior sat in the chair with a victorious air, one leg crossed over the other, her white-stockinged calf bouncing lightly. Her five crystal-clear toes spread and curled as if waving at me. But after getting my ass thoroughly kicked, I no longer dared to mess around. The senior was a real demon when she got going, and what was worse, she was even better than I was at fighting, quick and nimble like a swallow. She probably had some training.

"Stand still!" the senior ordered.

I froze where I stood. She pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of my pose, then tucked it away with satisfaction.

"All right, that's enough. Put your clothes back on."

I stood there without moving.

"Get dressed. It's over."

I took two steps forward and stopped in front of the senior, rocking my hips a little, and the beast between my legs swayed like a flagpole in a gale.

The senior understood what I meant and looked disgusted, glaring at me with a hopeless expression as she called me a little pervert. Then she reached out her jade-white hand, gripped my cock, and started stroking it.

"Nnngh..."

The instant her hand touched my cock, I let out a filthy moan.

"If you make another sound, I'll rip out your pubic hair!"

The senior glared viciously at me and squeezed harder.

"Ow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Senior. I won't make a sound. You're rolling dough here, okay? Gentle, be gentle..."

"You are not spraying on me again this time. If you do, I'm not helping you next time."

The senior pouted coquettishly. Clearly, the facial shot I gave her last time had left a serious psychological shadow. Probably not trusting me, she used her other hand to pull out a few tissues and wrapped them around the head of my cock, which was hard as a stone.

Smack-slap, smack-slap, smack-slap...

The senior's little hand gripped my cock and worked it up and down in a steady rhythm. This time, she clearly had experience. Her pressure and pace were both much better than before, and it felt incredible.

"Mmm..."

I let out a low groan. The senior looked up at me and saw that I had my eyes closed, enjoying myself. She curled her lips but didn't say anything, and her hand never stopped moving.

Her slender jade hand tightened slightly around the shaft, and as she stroked up and down, the skin over my cock rose and fell like a leech, rubbing against the engorged tissue beneath. Endless pleasure surged straight through my nerves into my brain, addictive as a drug.

"Mmm... Senior, don't stop. Faster."

Without thinking, one of my hands landed on the senior's head.

"Don't mess around."

The senior slapped my hand away, but I put it back on her again. She brushed it off, and I put it back once more. Finally, the helpless senior gave up and let my palm gently stroke her hair. Gradually, she seemed to enter some strange state of her own. Her eyes went hazy, her face flushed red, her lips parted slightly, and her soft breath drifted across my skin, raising goosebumps over the surface.

At that moment, the senior was confused. She didn't understand why her heart was beating so fast, even faster than when she had been fully naked just now. She also didn't know why, as her jade hand kept stroking me, she herself seemed to sink into a dazed, drunken state, as if she'd had a little too much to drink. Even the somewhat musky smell coming off my cock felt strangely intoxicating. And that hand on her head, which she'd originally resisted, somehow made her feel comfortable, settled, and oddly safe as I stroked her, almost like the hand of her father when she was little.

Inside the bedroom, the soft panting of man and woman mixed with the sound of hips and hands colliding. The air was thick with a faint smell of hormones. A handsome young man stood naked beside the desk, his lean muscles already taking shape, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. But what was even more astonishing was the massive cock hanging between his legs. Thick and over twenty centimeters long, with blue veins winding around the shaft, it looked fierce and intimidating.

Opposite him, in the chair, sat a pretty girl. She looked a little older than the boy, with delicate skin and a graceful figure. For some reason, though, she was wearing nothing but cotton bra and panties and a pair of white stockings, leaving her fair, lustrous skin exposed to the air and making the temperature around them seem to rise.

The girl's little face was red, her eyes hazy. Her pair of jade hands rested on the boy's astonishing cock, stroking it with practiced ease like a milkmaid working hard at her job, sweat beading on her smooth white forehead. As her hands moved, the boy let out a pleased moan.

"Mmm... so good... feels so good... Se-Senior, it feels amazing... don't stop!"

The boy wrapped both arms around the girl's head as if afraid she might run away, while the girl's hand movements grew faster and faster, soft little hums slipping unconsciously from her mouth.

In the end, with the boy's roar, scorching hot semen shot out. His hips thrust forward again and again, each plunge sending out great spurts of thick white seed.

The senior hurriedly held my cock steady, afraid I would blast all over her like last time. But she still underestimated how much I could produce, and a few tissues obviously weren't enough to stop the flood of semen. Thick white cum leaked out through the gaps like porridge, some of it dripping onto the senior's cleavage and sliding down between her breasts, across her flat stomach, and finally getting absorbed by her cotton panties; some of it splashed onto her pale thighs and slid along the curve of her legs, leaving streaks of white over the white stockings that were already faintly pink, like melted ice cream in summer that made you want to lean in and lick it clean.

I don't know how long passed before I finally finished. Letting out a long breath, my body went limp and I slumped forward, ending up sitting directly on the senior's semen-soaked thighs, making the soft flesh there tremble.

The senior cried out and tried to push me away, but I clung to her body like an octopus, wrapping both arms around her from behind and refusing to let go. I rested my head against her shoulder and blew a breath into her ear.

"Sis, let me hold you for a little while."

My voice was soft and sticky, like a spoiled little kid begging for affection.

The senior's body shivered. The tip of her ear went bright red, and she stopped struggling. Then she raised her trembling arms and gently hugged me back from behind.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The two of us held each other like real siblings, savoring the lingering afterglow of climax.

My head rested on the senior's shoulder, my cheek rubbing against hers as I breathed in the clean scent of her hair and the sweat on her body. My hands held her back tightly, our bodies pressed close together, and I could even feel the soft, full mounds of her chest pushing against mine through her underwear.

The senior's hand stroked my back like she was soothing a frightened child, calming my heart and settling my nerves. That was a feeling only my mother had ever been able to give me before.

I could also feel the senior's body slowly loosening from the tight tension it had been in at first. By then she was almost boneless in my arms, though fortunately the backrest of the chair supported her and kept her upright.

My own hand gently caressed the senior's soft back as I shifted a little, and with semen and sweat as lubricant, our bodies rubbed against each other, as if we wanted to melt into one another. The tender flesh on the senior's body was so soft it felt like translucent fat-gel, sinking under my fingers with the lightest pinch, so tender it seemed almost ready to squeeze out honey.

"Mmm..."

The senior let out a muffled groan. I couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or pain.

"Does it hurt?"

I whispered in her ear, but got no answer. Maybe the senior thought this was the best way to ease the embarrassment in her heart.

We just held each other like that. I don't know how long passed before the senior took a deep breath and reached out to support me upright. I knew when to stop and reluctantly let go of the sweet body in my arms. Bound together by semen, our bodies peeled apart like stickers, both of us filthy beyond belief.

The senior sat in the chair, one hand on my shoulder, while I sat on her thigh and stared up at her with an innocent expression, occasionally taking the opportunity to look her over from top to bottom.

"Get up already~"

Embarrassed by the way I was staring at her, the senior covered my eyes with her palm in irritation and pushed me away. I slid off her thigh and stood beside her.

"Go take a shower yourself, seriously. You made such a mess."

The senior scolded me coquettishly, like an older sister lecturing her little brother for coming home filthy after playing around outside all day.

I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. Luckily I'd been naked earlier, so I still had clothes to put on now.

Before long I finished showering and came back out. The senior said nothing when she saw me, just picked up her clothes and went in to shower herself. Before closing the door, she told me to wait outside for her.

Inside the bookstore there were still only a handful of customers reading, but my attention wasn't on them. I was still savoring the pleasure the senior had given me just now. That feeling of inner trembling was both the release of bodily desire and the satisfaction of being cared for like I really had an older sister. We didn't share blood, but when we held each other and comforted one another just now, I clearly felt a taboo mix of lust and family affection, like a brother and sister sneaking around in a room to fool around.

The senior's breathing, the faint fragrance on her body, the sensation of her full chest pressing against me, and that rich, soft flesh like were all more than enough for me to savor for a long time.

"Hey, Xiao Hao, kid, come here for a second."

I hadn't had time to fully relish it when a voice woke me from my daze. Looking up, I saw that it was the senior's grandfather sitting at the counter, calling for me.

"Grandpa, you called me? What is it?"

I walked over and asked.

"You've been in our girl's room for quite a while. What exactly were you two doing?"

The old man looked at me with a knowing, meaningful expression, as if he already understood something. Before I could answer, he waved a hand.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't pry into you young people's business. But you've got some nerve, kid. In all these years, this is the first time I've ever seen a boy get so involved with her, let alone get into her room."

It turned out the senior, while being a serious, hardworking, gentle, and generous girl at school, and despite having plenty of admirers, never really had normal interactions with the opposite sex beyond being classmates or schoolmates, and she didn't even have what you could really call a friend. On top of that, I'd heard from Auntie before that the senior came from a single-parent family and didn't have a good relationship with her mother, which only made me more curious about what she'd been through. What exactly had happened to her? And why had she chosen to do something so bold with me?

Carrying those questions, I asked the senior's grandfather. The old man told me everything he knew without holding back. Maybe in his eyes, my relationship with the senior wasn't ordinary, so there was no harm in telling me some private things.

It turned out the senior used to have a happy, complete family. Her father was an ordinary office worker, and her mother was a police captain. Back then, the senior was lively and energetic, always pestering her parents for a little brother or something. But one time, while her mother was investigating a criminal gang, she deliberately let a suspect escape so she could follow the trail and catch the rest of the group. In the end, that man, crazed and ruthless, came straight to the senior's house with explosives and kidnapped her. In the end, her father chose to exchange himself for the hostage, and after being surrounded by police with nowhere left to run, the criminal detonated the explosives and took her father with him.

Because of that, the senior had always hated her mother, the woman who had destroyed her family for the sake of a case. And because her mother was also a hard, forceful woman by nature due to her work, after a few arguments between mother and daughter, their relationship had completely frozen over.

It wasn't a huge thing, but it wasn't small either. It was just that the knot in their hearts had never been untied, and after so many years, neither mother nor daughter had managed to communicate properly.

Not long after, the senior came out. This time she was wearing a blue dress, and her legs were still in those forever-unchanged white stockings. A few drops of unblown water still hung in her hair, and there was a faint blush on her fair cheeks.

As soon as she came out, both Grandpa and I turned to stare at her in unison, which only made her a little embarrassed. Without saying much, the senior walked over, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of the bookstore.

The senior led me down the street by the hand like an older sister taking her naughty little brother along. I took out my phone and checked the time. It was about time to go eat.

"Senior, why don't we go grab dinner outside first?" I suggested.

Senior nodded at me, and I took her to the steakhouse I had gone to before with my aunt. The staff greeted us warmly, clearly taking us for a brother and sister out for a meal. Too bad even we probably couldn't explain what our relationship actually was.

After dinner, I pulled a slip of paper from my pocket and handed it to Senior. On it was the formula for several medicines I needed right now.

"What is this?" Senior frowned.

"Oh, it's a family remedy from back home. It treats foot odor and body odor. I don't know if you can make this stuff, Senior."

I explained, not daring to tell her the truth.

"It's not hard to make, but some of these ingredients aren't cheap if you buy them outside."

At that, I said nothing and immediately took out my phone and transferred fifty thousand to her. That left Senior visibly startled.

"So Grandpa was right after all. You really are a rich kid. Transferring me that much money, are you trying to keep me?"

Senior smiled lightly. The money was obviously far more than the materials would cost.

"Since we have that kind of relationship, of course I am not going to shortchange you. From now on, you just take good care of me, and you'll eat and live well as long as you stick with me."

Hands on my hips, I looked at Senior with contempt, acting as if I really meant to keep her.

Senior ground her teeth at my obnoxious expression and stood up to walk over, pinching my ear and yanking it upward.

"Ouch! Stop, stop! Senior, I was joking just now. That money was my little token of respect to you. Just spend it however you like."

Senior lowered her head and pressed her lips close to my ear. "Keep acting smug and see if next time I don't break your cock off."

Her words startled me badly. I didn't believe she could really cripple me, but if she got a little too rough and left me hurting for ten or twenty days, who was I supposed to cry to then?

"Ouch, my good sister, don't scare me like that. If you break me, there'll be nothing left for you to look at. Where else are you going to find such a fine treasure like me?"

"Shameless."

Senior's cheeks turned faintly red as she cursed under her breath, but she finally let go of my ear, which had been pinched bright red.

Senior ate this meal with obvious delight. Given her personality, she probably wouldn't take money from her mother, so she'd basically never eaten at this kind of upscale Western restaurant before. Seeing how happy she was, I promised her that as long as she made my medicine, I'd buy her whatever good food she wanted.

After we left the restaurant, Senior and I rode the bus back. Standing beside her, I noticed a balding, potbellied man slowly edging closer. The bus was crowded, but nobody was pressing him, so the way he moved so brazenly caught my sharp attention. Sure enough, when the bald man squeezed up beside Senior, he glanced around casually. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he slipped his right hand downward. Then I saw him bring a phone up from below, the camera aimed straight at the underside of Senior's skirt.

"What are you doing?"

Just as the bald man was about to press the shutter, I barked at him and grabbed his right hand with the phone. The bald man was startled. Earlier, when he'd been sizing things up, he had not taken me, a small-framed young man, seriously at all. He never expected me to step in and seize his hand so directly. He instinctively tried to wrench free, only to find a huge force locking onto his wrist. The young man in front of him was not that big, yet his strength was shocking; for a moment, he simply could not break loose.

The commotion naturally drew the attention of the people around us. They looked from the bald man, whose right hand was trapped by a young man, to the phone in his hand that was still poised to take a picture, and then to the beautiful woman clutching her skirt with both hands. They immediately understood what had happened, and everyone's faces darkened as they glared at the bald man.

Seeing the situation turn bad, the bald man tried to bolt for the window, only to be pulled back by the crowd. Senior even slapped him hard across the face. No woman could stand a creep, especially not one with Senior's temper. Hitting him once was already letting him off easy.

"You dirty bastard, you dare hit me! I'll f---"

Before he could finish cursing, and before Senior could move again, I slammed a punch into his stomach. He doubled over, clutching himself and twitching in pain. Senior and I hadn't known each other long, but what had happened between us had already gone far beyond ordinary friends. Strictly speaking, in my eyes Senior was already half my woman. Now someone had not only tried to her but also dared to insult her, and that lit me up instantly.

Taking advantage of the bald man still doubled over and not having recovered, I stepped forward, tripped him to the ground, and pinned him there hard. A few good Samaritans around us also rushed over to help: some pulled out phones to call the police, while others helped me keep the bald man under control.

For safety, the driver stopped the bus. Everyone held the pervert down and got off to wait for the police. Before long, sirens grew louder from far away, and a police car pulled up by the roadside. A young man in his late twenties got out from the driver's side.

What really caught the eye was the mature beauty in the passenger seat, stepping out in a police uniform. Her wavy hair fell to her shoulders, and a pair of sharp eyebrows, combined with her slightly narrowed almond-shaped eyes, gave her an imposing air. Beneath her high nose, lips painted bright red were pressed into a tight line, showing just how angry she was.

Her fitted police shirt outlined her body perfectly. Her proud, full breasts pushed the fabric outward so much that the top button was strained deep into the cloth, barely hanging on. The top button of the V-neck blouse underneath had to be undone, revealing cleavage already squeezed into a thin line.

She wore a black hip-hugging skirt on the bottom, its fabric pulled tight over the round curve of her ass, looking as if it might burst apart with the slightest movement. Beneath the skirt were a pair of long, slim legs wrapped in sheer black stockings. Under the sunlight, they shimmered with a flesh-toned sheen, smooth, supple, and unbelievably soft. Black high heels clicked beneath her feet, making her already tall figure feel even more oppressive.

Looking at the man and woman who got out of the car, the woman's uniform was clearly more upscale, and there were more gold insignia on her shoulders. She was obviously a female leader in the police force.

Even in heels, the woman's stride was crisp and light, each step carrying a faint breeze. From the way her arms swung with force and from the muscle lines showing in her calves and thighs when she put power into her steps, it was easy to tell this mature female officer had a body full of strength.

"Who called the police?"

The female officer spoke coldly. She walked into the crowd, scanning it once. Her icy gaze swept over everyone, and the pressure she gave off made people lower their heads without even realizing it. Then her eyes settled on me, still holding the pervert down. I instantly felt a huge weight press down on me, like someone had a gun pointed at my head. This officer was clearly no ordinary cop; just a single look from her carried that much presence.

"It-it was me. This pervert was secretly taking pictures under women's skirts."

"Oh? Is that so? Then where's the victim?"

I turned my head toward Senior, only to find that she'd already moved a little distance away and was standing with her back to me, I had no idea what she was doing. Following my gaze, the female officer also spotted Senior. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, then quickly returned to their cold expression.

"Xiao Zhang, cuff him and take him back to the station. Nothing else to do here. Everyone disperse."

After sending the crowd away, the mature female officer looked back at me:

"Helping others is worth encouraging, but you shouldn't be so impulsive at your age."

"She's my senior. We came out together. I couldn't just ignore this."

Right then I was putting on my toughest, most macho act. Even Senior, standing not far away, couldn't help turning back to look at me after hearing what I said.

"Oh, so you and your senior are pretty close."

The female officer narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and studied me, as if trying to see right through me. Facing such scrutiny from a policewoman, I was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Just then I felt my hand go cool, and it was Senior stepping over to take it.

"Officer, if nothing else is going on, we'll head off first."

With that, Senior led me away. The female officer watched our backs, her red lips moving, but in the end she didn't say anything.

On the ride back, Senior and I sat in the very back corner. She still held my hand tightly, and I could feel a little sweat on her palm, which made it obvious her mood was complicated.

"The female officer just now is my mother. I don't want any contact with her."

Senior suddenly blurted that out.

No wonder her reaction had seemed a little off earlier. If what her grandfather said was true, there was no way Senior would ever give her mother a pleasant expression. And her mother seemed used to it too; at the scene, she had only glanced at Senior once more and nothing else.

But Senior's mother really was something. Whether it was her figure or her looks, compared with my aunt's cool severity, Senior's mother had even more authority. Paired with that police uniform, she was practically an ice beauty who kept strangers at a distance. And because of her job, it looked like her body had been trained too. The way she moved carried a razor-sharp presence. I could easily imagine her on the front line, cracking down on all kinds of criminals. She was basically the tyrant beauty of the police force.

If a woman like that could be conquered and pressed beneath me, watching that usually stern and imposing mature beauty in uniform clutching the sheets and moaning desperately under my hips would feel incredible. But that mature policewoman was Senior's mother. Even if the two of them were on bad terms, if Senior found out I had thoughts about her mom, I figured I'd get myself beaten to death.

"You don't seem surprised by this. Did Grandpa tell you about my video?"

Seeing that I didn't react much, Senior had already guessed most of it.

"You think I'm kind of crazy, don't you? Wearing sexy underwear, dragging you into this, and having such a messy family situation. It's nothing like how I usually am at school. Do I seem fake? Like I'm putting on an act? Like I'm just being difficult for no reason?"

As Senior spoke, she got more and more agitated. Crystal tears started spilling out of her eyes on their own, tracing two tear tracks down her pale cheeks.

I hurriedly pulled out a tissue and tried to wipe them away, but the more I wiped, the more tears came. In the end, Senior simply turned sideways, hugged me, and kept sobbing one shuddering breath after another. I glanced around. There were only a few people on the bus, and they were all absorbed in their phones. Since Senior was doing her best to hold herself together, nobody noticed what was happening in the corner.

The moment Senior hugged me, my body stiffened. I used to be full of slick talk and had a knack for coaxing little kids, but facing Senior, I found myself at a loss for words. No one knew how long it had been when I shakily lifted my right hand, cupped the head that kept bobbing with her sobs, and slowly stroked her hair from top to bottom the way one would comfort a frightened puppy.

From a distance, it looked like an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old woman had thrown herself onto a younger man, her slender arms wrapped around his waist as if she might lift him right off the seat. The woman who should have been more composed was instead crying into the young man's shoulder, while the young man was the one gently stroking her head to comfort her.

"Senior, you're pure, you're beautiful, and sometimes you're sexy and cute too. In my eyes, that's all you. You're not crazy. You're just someone who was hurt inside."

After a pause, I went on:

"I really like you like this, Senior. Sure, sometimes you can be a little violent, but other times you're gentle too. We haven't known each other for very long, but the things we've shared have been completely honest. I like how soft your hand is, I like how warm your embrace feels, and when you hold me like this, it really feels like I have an older sister who cares about me and protects me."

"If I were your sister, then everything we've done would count as incest."

Senior sat up and stared at me.

"I don't care. As long as you like it, Senior, we can do anything between us. I don't think I'm the kind of person who gets shackled by those stupid rules very easily."

My words seemed to move her. The light in Senior's eyes gradually brightened, and then she suddenly pulled me into her arms, pressing my head hard against her chest.

"How can your tongue be so sharp? I'm really liking you more and more, little one."

I was like a rag doll in Senior's hands, kneaded and squeezed around like dough. At the same time, her voice had returned to normal, which meant her emotions had finally settled down.

"Stop! Stop! Senior, quit it! My bones are about to get crushed apart."

It took a lot of effort before I managed to pry Senior off me. Her soft breasts were wonderfully yielding and hard to let go of, but she was squeezing me so hard I really couldn't take it.

After I took Senior back to the bookstore, I didn't stay long before heading home. Even though she seemed fine now, I still wanted to leave her alone in the room for a while so she could calm down properly.

And just like that, the weekend was over. On Monday morning, before self-study, I was leaning on my head and idling away the time when I saw Fatty walk in, looking sullen.

"What's wrong, Fatty? You just got back from your break and you're already unhappy?"

"Sigh, Bro Lu, don't even bring it up. I played on the computer a little too long at home this weekend, and my mom caught me and gave me a total tongue-lashing. I still feel awful."

Fatty looked helpless.

"How long did you play?"

"Less than three hours, and she already started lecturing me, telling me to go read books."

"Your mom's really fierce. She's way too strict."

That chubby kid had it rough at home too, with a lawyer mother who was terrifyingly strict. Even though Fatty kept describing how beautiful his mom was, I figured her face probably wasn't nearly as approachable as he made it sound.

After a few words of comfort, we drifted into all kinds of random gossip. Which woman in which class was dating whom, which man in which class was playing both sides at once, all that messy, useless chatter. I tossed in a comment here and there, and it wasn't until the bell rang for class that we finally settled down.

The first period was my aunt's English class. As soon as she came in, she said she was going to call a few people up to the blackboard to write out vocabulary from memory. That instantly made the whole classroom feel stifled; no one even dared look at her. Then she called up several students, all of them the ones who usually did poorly in class, and I was among them without exception.

Back in school, the subjects I was best at were math, physics, and chemistry, the more science-oriented ones. By contrast, my English and Chinese were both pretty bad, especially English, where I often failed. At the podium, my aunt stood there in her high heels and black stockings, her full chest rising as she read the words out at an unhurried pace. In front of the blackboard, I was so anxious I was breaking out in a cold sweat. In the end, even after copying some of the words from the person next to me, only about half of them were correct.

I stood helplessly by the blackboard while some classmates below looked on with schadenfreude and others with concern. My aunt adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, narrowed her eyes, and fixed me with a chilling stare. I kept my head down and didn't dare even breathe too loudly, afraid of provoking her.

"Get back and stand there listening. When you go home, copy every wrong word a hundred times."

My aunt said coldly.

I awkwardly walked down from the podium and stood by my seat. Knowing her personality, I understood this punishment was nothing major. She'd probably give me a proper private lecture when we got home. Fatty, on the other hand, was unusually loyal and offered to help me copy some of the words, but I refused. I knew my aunt too well; if she noticed the handwriting didn't match, the punishment waiting for me would be far more than just copying vocabulary.

And so the day passed very quickly. That night, when I got home, I unsurprisingly got a brutal scolding from my aunt. But for me, an old hand at this by now, it all went in one ear and out the other. In the end, my aunt made me memorize vocabulary for an hour every night before I was allowed to sleep. That really gave me a headache, but after her repeated insistence, I could only resign myself to it.