Adultery My Mother Surrounded By Lust

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Introduction
Father- Rajat Gupta
Age 45

Mother - Rekha Gupta
Age 38

Me -Rohan Gupta
Age 19

Ms Rita Sharma
Age 36

Sunny Rastogi (main character)
Age 18
Lund size 8 inch

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It is March, and spring is returning to the earth.

  The bright sunshine is warm and intoxicating, the gentle breeze is pleasant, the bare branches that have suffered through the cold winter begin to come back to life, sprouting green buds, and a few birds perch on the branches, chirping happily. All things in the world are slowly reviving, and everywhere is a beautiful scene full of vitality.

  In the warm spring of March, when birds sing and flowers bloom, it should be a beautiful time of year when grass grows tall and flowers vie for attention. However, a pair of stray dogs mating not far away seem out of place, ruining the otherwise beautiful scenery.

  The male dog is short and thin, about half the size of the female dog, but its brave posture looks very majestic.

  It panted heavily with its tongue lolling out, its two short front paws tightly gripping the female dog's abdomen. Its nimble hips moved back and forth with incredible speed and power, as if powered by an electric motor, making the female dog whimper and moan incessantly, seemingly thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of mating.

  "These damn stray dogs are disgusting!"

  Turning my gaze away from the stray dog, I frowned, my expression of disgust vanishing instantly.

  With no interest in appreciating the scenery outside the window, I clutched the test paper in my hand and hurried toward Teacher Zhang's office.

  My name is Rohan. I am 19 years old and in my first year of academy. I am 175cm tall and was born in Madhupur a village of Purvanchal city in uttarakhand 

purvanchal City boasts convenient transportation and a developed economy, consistently ranking among the top three in the province.

  However, Madhupur is located in a remote area and its development is lagging behind, ranking last in the city.

  The people here are not wealthy, and the average income is generally low. Fortunately, my family is relatively well-off, and we live a comfortable life.

  Rajat Gupta, the father, is the college principal and wields great power over the college.

  My mother, Rekha Gupta, works for a state-owned enterprise and is a leader in a certain department.

  My privileged family background gave me a great sense of superiority, and coupled with my handsome appearance and excellent academic performance, I often received confessions of love from girls.

  I naturally disdain those ordinary, vulgar women, and always politely refuse them in a calm manner.

  But when I'm with that woman, all my confidence and pride vanish. I become cautious and fearful, afraid of leaving a bad impression on her. She is...

  "Teacher Rita...?"

  Seeing the beautiful figure suddenly appear in the office, I subconsciously stopped in my tracks, and a strange tension began to rise in my heart. My voice became intermittent and disjointed.

  Teacher Rita is sweet-looking and sexy, and is the heartthrob of all teachers and students.

  Her eyebrows were long and slender like the crescent moon, her nose was high and straight like jade, her rosy lips were painted with a bright dark red lipstick, and her delicate face was flawless, shimmering with a captivating glow in the bright light.

  Beside her sensual red lips, a small beauty mark adorned her face, like the finishing touch, adding a touch of alluring charm.

  The light-colored dress hugged her hot, voluptuous figure, her large, plump breasts stretching the thin fabric to the point of bursting, smooth without a single wrinkle.

  The soft highlights spread across her breasts like ink wash, as if they were about to burst through her neckline and rip her clothes at any moment.

  Ms. Rita's dress wasn't particularly revealing, but the high neckline still couldn't conceal her enormous breasts. A cleavage, as solid as an insurmountable chasm, stood between her large breasts. Even just a glimpse of it seemed like a magical black hole, drawing my gaze in.

  The curves of her breasts were exaggerated, rising high like steep mountains, before the curves began to contract rapidly, forming a slender waist beneath her ample breasts.

  Then, it arched sharply on both sides, outlining an amazingly large, peach-like buttocks.

  The stark contrast is extremely exaggerated, showcasing the teacher's voluptuous and mature figure to the fullest extent.

  The skirt hem was about ten centimeters above the knee, and her straight, slender legs were covered by a pair of thin, flesh-colored stockings, revealing her fair and smooth skin underneath.

  Her shapely calves were slender and graceful, and under the stockings, they looked like a woman's second skin, gleaming with a beautiful and captivating smooth luster.

  The teacher proudly trod on her 10-centimeter black high heels, making her 1.77-meter height appear even taller. Her two sexy, long legs were already over a meter long. Combined with her noble and elegant temperament, it was simply intoxicating and mesmerizing!

  I stared at her, mesmerized, for a long time. In an instant, all the light seemed to dim, and only that beautiful figure was the only brilliance in the world!

  This is my goddess, the only woman I love!

  Ms. Rita's real name is Rita Sharma. She is 37 years old this year. She has a beautiful face and a hot figure. She is the head of the history department and also our history teacher. In order to see her more often, I resolutely chose the liberal arts major, which I don't like.

  And she was the only woman who shattered all my confidence!

  When I first saw her in high college, I was stunned by her perfect appearance and outstanding temperament. My mind was like it had been struck by lightning, my heart felt like it had jumped out of my chest, and my eyes were like they were being drawn to a magnet, unable to move even a little bit!

  I never imagined that in this remote and impoverished county town, besides my beautiful mother, there would be a second woman who possessed both elegance and beauty. In my heart, she was a sacred angel, radiating a rainbow of light with every smile and frown!

  My sense of superiority, my composure and confidence, the sense of superiority I've cultivated since childhood, are like fragile paper that crumbles at the slightest touch, utterly devoid of the courage to pursue anything, making me feel as insignificant and worthless as a lowly ant!

  "Oh? Rohan, you're here to see me?"

  At this moment, Ms Rita also noticed my presence. She stopped and stood gracefully, looking at me curiously with eyes as clear as autumn water. Her soft voice was gentle and charming, like a nightingale singing in a valley, melodious and moving.

  Just listening to that beautiful sound is an ultimate enjoyment, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

  It's absolutely perfect!

  I snapped out of my daze and excitedly ran over, a bright smile on my face, and replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Ms Rita , I don't quite understand a few questions, so I came here specifically to ask you for help!"

  Ms Rita  raised her eyebrows, glanced at me from head to toe, and chuckled softly, "What, another question you don't understand?"

  The teacher's gaze seemed somewhat amused, and I guiltily looked away, awkwardly saying, "Um...yes, I have a few questions that I just can't figure out, I've racked my brains but still can't solve them, so I have to...trouble you again, teacher!"

  "Hehe, is that so?"

  Ms Rita  narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful face displaying a half-smile, as if she had already seen through my thoughts.

  I forced myself to meet Ms Rita 's gaze, my heart pounding faster than usual.

  During this period, I would come to see her every few days. I had used every excuse I could think of to be alone with her. It was either that I didn't understand this problem or that problem stumped me. I was embarrassed by how often I did it. But if there were other ways, why would I use these clumsy excuses?

  I really can't think of any other feasible reason!

  Ms Rita is beautiful and sexy, kind and gentle in her dealings with people, and exudes endless charm in every gesture. Not only does she captivate me, but most students and teachers also admire her. She can be considered the college's recognized goddess.

  Each time I met her, my infatuation with her deepened, and I was obsessed with her day and night. Now I am completely infatuated with her, to the point that a day apart feels like three autumns!

  Ms Rita smiled knowingly, her moist red lips revealing a section of pearly white teeth, and said meaningfully, "Rohan is very ambitious. It's rare to find a student as hardworking as you!"

  "Thank you... thank you, teacher. Studying is my duty, it's what I should do!"

  I straightened my back and smiled broadly, thinking to myself that my efforts had not been in vain and that the teacher's impression of me seemed to be getting better and better, but I did not understand the underlying meaning in her words.

  Just as I was secretly pleased, Ms Rita changed the subject, a faint smile playing on her beautiful lips, "You're very diligent when it comes to doing tests, but you seem to be quite diligent about coming to my office too!"

  What did the teacher mean by that? Did he know what I was thinking?

  My smile froze instantly, my right hand instinctively gripped the test paper tightly, and I was so nervous I could barely speak. After a long while, I stammered, "Ms Rita, it shouldn't be... it shouldn't be that many times, right? I really came here to ask you for help!"

  The room fell silent for a moment. Ms Rita didn't respond further; her charming eyes sparkled with tears, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

  I watched her nervously, gripping the test paper tighter and tighter, my palms sweating. After what seemed like an eternity, a charming laugh broke the silence.

  "Pfft! Look how nervous you are, you're such a fool!"

  Ms Rita smiled lightly, her face as beautiful as a flower. She gave me a charming sidelong glance and said in an annoyed tone, "Come in. You're lucky, I was just about to leave!"

  I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and quickly replied, "Thank you, thank you, teacher!"

  Ms Rita turned around gracefully, and I followed two steps behind her.

  The teacher's sexy figure was curvaceous, and her two long, slender legs in stockings moved in a zigzag motion, creating a captivating wave of fleshy thighs.

  Her large, round, and plump buttocks, like water-filled balloons, stood high behind her, stretching the tight, smooth fabric as if it were about to burst.

  The round, fleshy shape rushed towards me like a depth charge, making me desperately want to lift up the teacher's skirt to see what was inside!

  "Knock knock!"

  The rhythmic thud of my ten-centimeter heels on the ground created a series of crisp sounds, each one seemingly striking my restless heart and coaxing the blood to flow through my entire body.

  Her plump, fleshy buttocks rose and fell with her elegant lotus steps, causing her skirt to twist slightly. Even with her slow, gentle steps, her buttocks rippled like surging waves, creating an incredibly alluring and sensual display.

  Upon closer inspection, the not-too-tight skirt was stretched to its limit, and her large, fleshy buttocks were high and round, making me constantly worry whether the thin skirt could support her, or whether it would tear and burst out of her clothes!

  The teacher's big butt is so tempting!

  I stared intently, my blood surging with restlessness, and it took immense willpower to force my eyes away.

  I warned myself not to blaspheme the goddess. She is my angel, a sacred and inviolable saint, a lotus that rises from the mud unsullied, to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with!

  In my memory, Ms Rita was beautiful, generous, dignified, and graceful. Every gesture she made was full of charm. Many teachers and parents took the opportunity to get close to her, but Ms Rita never had any romantic scandals. This shows how strong Ms Rita's principles were and how clean she was!

  How could such a perfect goddess be so easily desecrated?

  "Rohan, come here, bring a chair over and sit down!"

  Seeing that the teacher had already sat down, I quickly composed myself, dragged over a chair, and sat down next to the teacher.

  I sat very close, almost next to the teacher, and a faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted over, making my body feel lighter.

  Ms Rita raised her delicate white hand, picked up the teacup on the table, took an elegant sip, and smiled sweetly, "Tell me, Rohan, which question stumped you this time?"

  "This is it!"

  I quickly placed the test paper on the table and randomly pointed to a question.

  "Oh…"

  Ms Rita covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, sweeping over me as she teased, "Why is this test paper all crumpled up? It's practically turned into pickled vegetables! What, are you that nervous seeing me, Rohan?"

  Gazing at the teacher's beautiful face, I was mesmerized and captivated. Only then did I notice that I had crumpled the test paper beyond recognition. The once smooth surface was now covered in wrinkles and creases, clearly the result of my nervous actions at the door earlier.

  My face flushed red instantly, and I stammered, unsure how to respond.

  Normally, I am radiant and composed, never flustered by anyone, not even my stern father. But all of that changes in front of Ms Rita.

  I often feel my face flush and my heart race, and my palms sweat. When I look into her eyes, I get so nervous that I can't even speak. Sometimes I really want to slap myself hard and be annoyed at myself for being so spineless!

  I snapped out of my reverie and saw that Ms Rita had already begun to look at the questions seriously.

  Her beautiful eyes were captivating, her delicate nose was high and straight, and her cherry-red lips paired with her smooth and fair skin created a flawless profile.

  Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently, like two adorable little fans waving in the wind. Every part of her was breathtakingly beautiful, otherworldly!

  I stared at it, my expression blank, and before I knew it, I was mesmerized.

  "Rohan, before tackling any problem, we can first analyze its historical context: under what circumstances did it happen, why did it happen, and what impact did it have? This is the basic approach to solving problems..."

  Her soft, sweet voice was like a gentle breeze caressing my face, or like tender fingers plucking at the strings of my heart.

  I sat sideways next to Ms Rita, feeling as if I were bathed in a gentle breeze. I gazed at her beautiful profile with fascination, my heart softening as if floating on a cloud.

  "Rohan, why do you think the **** Dynasty implemented a policy of isolationism?"

  Ms Rita  suddenly turned her head, and I quickly straightened my expression and said in a serious tone, "I think... it should be a population issue. The *** population is several times that of the ****** population. At the same time, ***** forces are emerging one after another. In order to reduce external friction and free up resources to suppress ******" forces, the **** Dynasty implemented this policy."

  After I finished speaking, I raised my head slightly and looked at Ms Rita, feeling a little smug.

  This answer was something I came up with myself, and it's based on factors not found in textbooks. I'm absolutely certain my teacher will be very impressed with me!

  "Heh, not bad, you actually thought of that. That's something you don't find in textbooks!"

  Ms Rita smiled and glanced at me with some surprise. Her narrow eyes sparkled like dazzling gems, or like a pool of spring water shimmering with captivating light.

  Looking into her gentle eyes, my heart couldn't help but beat faster again.

  "However, this is only one of the internal reasons. You must remember to think more comprehensively when doing problems. Every event has both internal and external factors. You must think about the problem from a global perspective."

  "Ultimately, this question was designed to maintain the **** Dynasty's rule, protect the local economy from external influences, combat rampant maritime smuggling, and also serve as a policy of keeping the people ignorant, preventing them from accessing advanced ideas from the outside world..."

  For a moment, Ms Rita spoke eloquently, explaining the key points of the problem in a simple and easy-to-understand way. His serious and focused demeanor added a unique charm to his personality.

  At first, I could listen attentively, but I soon became distracted.

  At that moment, I was very close to my teacher, our heads were only a few centimeters apart, and a sweet fragrance kept wafting over, as if an invisible mist was surrounding me.

  Her face, so close yet so beautiful, was like that of a celestial being. Her profile, as picturesque as a painting, was like a beautiful scroll. In particular, her rosy cherry lips were full and sexy, with a moist and glossy texture. Even the fine wrinkles on her lips were clearly visible, exuding an irresistible allure that made one want to kiss her.

  Following the graceful neck downwards, the slightly open neckline reveals a seductive hint of spring.

  Her exceptionally full breasts stood like two towering peaks on her chest. The low neckline could not conceal their magnificence. Her delicate skin was snow-white and lustrous, like solidified jade, radiating a captivating glow. One could clearly perceive its smooth texture with just one's eyes.

  A deep, unfathomable ravine stands between the breasts, like an insurmountable chasm extending from the collarbone into the depths of the collar, captivating and enchanting without one even realizing it.

  The length of the cleavage is immeasurable, while its thickness is a good ten or twenty centimeters, so exaggerated that it seems to be able to completely submerge a person's head!

  Looking at those extremely tempting, plump breasts, I deeply realized the huge difference between seeing them up close and from afar. These are two completely different concepts and impacts!

  My mouth went dry from staring at it, a hot, warm current surged in my lower abdomen, and my penis, as if summoned by magic, instantly became shamefully hard!

  I told myself not to let my mind wander and not to defile my beloved goddess, but Ms Rita was just too tempting, and I couldn't control my desires at all. My burning gaze hesitated for a moment before looking down at her.

  The first thing that catches the eye is the teacher's sexy legs in stockings. Her slender calves have beautiful curves, and the flesh-colored stockings are smooth and delicate. The two are a perfect match, which is amazing!

  The skirt rode up as she sat, revealing her sexy thighs that were stretched to the point of being completely transparent by her stockings.

  Her extremely voluptuous and alluring figure, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, exudes a mature and sensual sexiness that arouses desire, making one involuntarily imagine how plump and fleshy her thighs must be underneath the skirt!

  But what's most alluring is the teacher's plump, fleshy buttocks. The skirt, stretched to the point of bursting, clings tightly to the teacher's sexy lower body, like a second layer of firm skin enveloping her large, round buttocks.

  Even more outrageous is that the not-so-small office chair was completely filled with the teacher's big butt, leaving only a little extra space in the corners!

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Her alluring buttocks pressed tightly against the seat, squeezing out a ring of plump flesh around the seat. Occasionally, as she moved, they would return to their original shape, and then squeeze out another ring of alluring flesh. It was easy to imagine how full and elastic they were, like ripe, fleshy bombs that fiercely assaulted my vision!

I couldn't help but swallow hard, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets. A burning desire was raging within me, making me want to grab the teacher's huge buttocks and play with them vigorously!

So alluring! So sexy!

"Rohan, this is the solution method. Do you understand?"

"Rohan?"

Receiving no response from me, Ms. Rita turned her head and saw me staring lewdly at her lower body with my mouth agape, my burning eyes filled with infatuation and obsession, a lewd and lustful look on my face.

Ms. Rita's pretty face flushed slightly, and a hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on her face.

Ms. Rita is incredibly shrewd and adept at social interaction. She gets along extremely well with students and colleagues, and she also handles her relationships with superiors very well. With her extremely high emotional intelligence, how could she not have noticed Rohan's feelings?

During this time, he not only ran around very diligently, but also looked at her with admiration in his eyes. As a goddess, Ms. Rita had countless suitors and had seen this kind of look countless times.

She was naturally aware of Rohan's infatuation, but because his father was the college principal, she pretended not to know.

This little pervert is so engrossed in watching, he's practically drooling! He really doesn't know how to restrain himself at all!

Forget it, let him have a good look. It won't hurt him anyway!

Ms. Rita composed herself, pretended not to notice, turned her head, picked up her teacup, and took a sip with her sexy red lips. Her delicate red lips became even more moist after being moistened by the tea, like fresh cherries glistening with an alluring luster.

Then, she casually raised her delicate white hand and elegantly tucked a few strands of hair that had fallen behind her ear, revealing her flawless, swan-like neck.

With just a few simple movements, she perfectly captured the charm and allure of a mature woman!

Gazing at Ms. Rita's perfect profile and graceful movements, my eyes were captivated, and my soul seemed to have fallen into a soft trap from which I could never escape!

"ah!"

Ms. Rita suddenly turned her head, covering her ample chest with her hands, her cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, and said shyly, "Rohan, where...where are you looking!"

I was jolted awake, as if from a dream. A wave of intense panic washed over me, causing my face to turn pale with shock!

"You little pervert! The teacher was just trying to explain the problem to you, but I never expected you to have ulterior motives!"

Ms. Rita's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of anger in them. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glared at me fiercely, her expression filled with shame and annoyance.

Oh no! The teacher thinks I'm a pervert!!

"Teacher, no... I didn't mean to... it's just that you were too... um... it was me... it was you..."

I stood up nervously, my handsome face pale, and I frantically tried to explain.

But in my panic, my mind went completely blank, and the words I uttered were incoherent and unintelligible even to myself. I was so anxious that I wanted to slap myself!

Rohan, what the hell are you talking about?!

Ms. Rita chuckled inwardly. She covered her chest with her hands, slightly embarrassed, and looked at me, asking in a soft, coquettish voice, "You said it was a teacher? A teacher what?"

"It's...it's the teacher...the teacher is so...so...so beautiful..."

I hung my head and stammered, not daring to look at her, my voice growing softer and softer until it was barely audible.

I didn't want to confess my feelings, but now I can't find any excuse to hide them.

It's an undeniable fact that I spied on her, so what can I say or argue about?

If I were to make excuses, the teacher would probably dislike me even more!

After I finished speaking, the space fell silent.

The teacher didn't say anything, and I lowered my head, not daring to look at the teacher anymore.

Those few dozen seconds felt like an eternity. My heart was filled with unease, like a criminal who had committed a heinous crime, anxiously and fearfully awaiting the court's verdict!

"Pfft! Okay, okay, the teacher isn't blaming you, why are you so nervous?"

After a while, the teacher broke the silence with a chuckle. Her sweet, charming voice carried a hint of reproach or resentment.

I suddenly looked up, and asked with surprise and delight, "Teacher, you...you're not angry with me?"

Ms. Rita stood up, smiled slightly, and slowly brought her charming face closer, saying shyly, "If it were anyone else, the teacher would definitely be very angry, but if it's Rohan, the teacher will..."

I listened intently, afraid of missing a single word. My initial sense of unease had vanished, replaced by endless associations and a suffocating tension.

The teacher's words were like a category 16 tornado, stirring up a tidal wave in my heart!

What did the teacher mean by that? Does she think I'm special? Was she not angry because of me… me…?

I held my breath, afraid to think any further, because my heart was about to leap out of my chest!

"The teacher..."

The soft, seductive voice stopped again, making me blush and feel incredibly anxious.

Then her captivating face gradually zoomed in, and her face, which had been so close, moved even closer, until you could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her red lips!

I stared blankly, as if in a dream. The teacher's exquisite face was like a poem or a painting, her charming eyes were like a pool of autumn water, her delicate eye makeup and black eyeliner were captivating, and the light brown eyeshadow was like an elegant ink painting spreading on her eyes, making her charming eyes even more moving.

A captivating fragrance wafted over, like silken threads enveloping me. And those sexy red lips so close, every tiny wrinkle like a blooming flower bud, breathtakingly beautiful!

"Teacher...you...just...just what..."

I swallowed hard, my hands clenched together unconsciously, I was so nervous that I could hardly contain myself. Just a few words seemed to have exhausted all my strength.

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely speak!

"You really want to know?"

Ms. Rita blinked her alluring eyes, her soft voice flowing like a gentle spring, or like the teasing whispers between lovers.

A faint ambiguity filled the small space, quickly seeping into my skin and blood, and my heart pounded even more violently, like a dense drumbeat!

At that moment, I was like a puppet, completely unresponsive. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I was truly dumbfounded!

Ms. Rita pouted slightly, her expression showing annoyance like that of a shy and angry girl. "Although I'm not too bothered by it because of you, what you did was really too much. You were spying on your teacher like a pervert... So you have to promise your teacher one thing as compensation!"

Upon hearing the goddess's request, I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. A surge of boiling blood rushed to my head, and I confidently shouted, "Okay, okay, teacher! Don't even mention one thing, even ten or a hundred things, I can do them for you without reservation!"

I stared at her, my heart pounding with excitement, my face flushed red with fervor, wishing I could kneel at her feet and pour out my heart to her!

"Hehe, Rohan, you look...so silly!"

Ms. Rita raised her delicate hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly. She gave me a charmingly reproachful look and said in a seductive voice, "Rohan, you don't need so much. The teacher's requirements are actually very simple and not difficult for you. You just need to ask your father about the candidate for the head of student affairs!"

How could you refuse a goddess's request? To refuse would be disloyal to her!

I puffed out my chest, as if reciting a solemn oath, and vowed, "Teacher, don't worry! When I get home, I'll ask my dad, and I promise I'll get a clear answer from you!"

Seeing my excited and infatuated state, Ms. Rita chuckled, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Rohan, I'll leave it to you then. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to ask your teacher!"

"Thank you, thank you, teacher!"

I was overjoyed to receive the teacher's permission, thinking to myself that I could finally approach the teacher openly from now on!

Then I remembered what the teacher hadn't finished saying, and my heart felt itchy as if it were being scratched by a cat. I quickly asked, blushing, "Teacher, you haven't said... just now... what was that... just now...?"

"Rohan, are you really that eager to know...?"

Ms. Rita chuckled inwardly, bringing her beautiful face closer again. She bit her red lips, revealing a seductive pose, her alluring eyes shimmering like a dazzling galaxy. I blushed, my heart pounded, and my breath almost caught in my throat!

"Just...just what..."

Ms. Rita blinked, her alluring beauty captivating, her sweet breath brushing against my face, instantly stealing my soul. Then, her expression softened, and she giggled, "I won't tell you! Hehe!"

Ms. Rita gave a playful chuckle, like a little girl who had played a prank. Her voluptuous body trembled with laughter, and her beautiful face blossomed like a peach blossom!

Seeing the teacher's charming smile, I smiled foolishly along with her. Although I didn't get the answer I wanted, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Ms. Rita turned gracefully, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. Her steps faltered, her body tilted slightly to one side, and then her high heels twisted to the side, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.

"Ouch!"

Hearing the teacher's sweet cry, I immediately snapped out of my daze and quickly reached out my arm to catch her.

The next second, the teacher's fragrant body fell into my arms, and I hugged her tightly!

Her warm and fragrant body was incredibly sensual, and her slender waist seemed delicate and boneless!

Looking down, I saw that the teacher's collar was slightly open, and a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin caught my eye.

Those firm, enormous breasts stood proudly on her chest like depth charges, carving out a bottomless ravine between the magnificent peaks.

It was so huge and so voluptuous that it pushed the thin neckline high into the clouds, and the cleavage, which was more than ten centimeters thick, fiercely impacted my vision, making the view from my high vantage point even more shocking!

Immediately afterwards, a glimpse of alluring red lace was revealed, clinging tightly to the teacher's snow-white skin, like a blooming flower adorning her captivating breasts. The contrast between white and red was striking, like sparks dancing in the snow, making her snow-white breasts even more enchanting and seductive!

Suddenly my mind went blank, the intoxicating fragrance enveloped me, and I felt light as a feather, as if I were floating on clouds.

In particular, the teacher's plump, huge buttocks pressed tightly against my swollen lower body, bringing me an incomparably blissful and wonderful experience!

Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming?

My goddess... I've caught her in my arms!?

At this moment, I have no words to describe my excitement. If I could, I would slap myself in the face to see if I was dreaming.

These scenes that I had imagined countless times and dreamed of countless times suddenly came true!

"You little pervert... how long are you going to keep hugging me? Let go!"

Her voice, tinged with embarrassment and slight anger, seemed to carry no hint of blame.

I snapped back to my senses, quickly released my grip, took a few steps back, and said urgently, "Teacher, I'm sorry, please don't be angry. I... I didn't realize what was happening! I didn't mean to hug you for so long! Really! Teacher, you have to believe me!"

I apologized repeatedly, feeling extremely embarrassed and fearful that the teacher might misunderstand and think I was taking advantage of the situation.

Ms. Rita quickly straightened her clothes shyly, and said irritably, "Hmph, I don't know if it's true or not, but I'll forgive you this time. Don't let it happen again!"

I quickly replied, "Yes, yes, thank you, teacher. It will never happen again!"

Seeing my nervous look, Ms. Rita chuckled, then gracefully stepped forward to gently straighten my clothes, saying softly, "Alright, your teacher isn't really blaming you, you silly goose!"

Feeling the teacher's affectionate gestures, my heart almost melted.

As someone who enjoys watching Japanese anime, I immediately thought of a scene that often appears in them: the husband leaves for work in the morning, while the wife stands at the door gently straightening his clothes. Isn't this exactly the scene that's playing out now?

Could it be that my teacher really likes me?!

Ms. Rita raised her pretty face and asked softly, "Rohan, do you remember what you promised the teacher just now?"

My face flushed with excitement, and I exclaimed, "Of course I remember! The teacher told me to ask my dad about the candidate for head of student affairs!"

"Who told you to ask that?"

"yes…"

I was about to speak frankly when I quickly realized something was wrong.

The teacher clearly didn't want me to tell the truth, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to all this trouble. She probably wanted to distance herself from the situation to avoid making a bad impression on the leadership!

I quickly realized what was going on and felt incredibly proud of my cleverness. I said seriously, "Teacher, it was my own idea to ask. I heard that the college's dean of students is going to be transferred, so I was just curious and wanted to ask Dad who the new candidate is!"

"Pfft!"

Ms. Rita's eyebrows relaxed, and a captivating smile curved her beautiful lips. She glanced at me softly, her watery eyes shimmering, exuding an alluring charm!

"Rohan, you are so clever and adorable!"

Looking at the teacher's alluring demeanor, I felt my body go weak and my heart swell with intoxication. My heart melted like spring water, and even my very soul was captivated by the teacher's boundless charm!

Is this still a mortal?

She is a fairy, absolutely a fairy from heaven!

On my way home, I was still thinking about Ms. Rita. I even forgot when I left the office. My steps were light and weightless, as if I were walking on soft clouds.

Today was truly a fruitful day. Not only did I spend some time alone with my goddess, but I also unintentionally hugged her soft and fragrant body. Even when I was caught peeping, she didn't blame me. This sudden happiness felt like a dream and was extremely unreal!

Why didn't the teacher blame me? Why did she say that she wasn't angry because of me? And her charming, coquettish demeanor was completely different from her usual dignified and elegant self!

Could my teacher really like me?

I couldn't help but let my mind wander, my heart pounding with excitement. Smelling the lingering scent of her body on my hands, I chuckled to myself, unable to calm down for a long time.

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My home is located within the college grounds, in the southwest corner of the campus.

To accommodate the staff of the college, the college provides special housing for teachers. As long as they have worked for a certain number of years, they can buy a house on campus at a relatively cheap price. This is a kind of unspoken rule and a hidden benefit of many public institutions.

Excitedly, I returned home, changed into slippers, and ran to my study.

The teacher explained the problems to me today, and I must finish them all today so that I can get her praise when I check them tomorrow. That's what I always do.

"Rohan, you're back? I have something to tell you!"

My dad was sitting on the sofa looking at some documents. When he saw me come back, he looked up and called out to me.

"Dad, I need to do my test paper. We can talk later!"

I rushed into the study, my mind completely occupied with the test paper. I had no interest in talking to my dad, but I was stunned by what I saw in the study!

My study had been completely transformed. Not only was my storage box gone, but my desk and computer were also nowhere to be found. In its place was a brand-new folding bed with a somewhat familiar quilt on it, and a small wardrobe in the corner.

How could this happen? My study has turned into a bedroom?!

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My expression changed instantly, and I immediately turned around and shouted, "Papa! What happened to my study?!"

Papa seemed to have anticipated my outburst and had already followed me to the study door. His usually stern face now showed a rare, gentle smile. "Rohan, it's like this, a friend's son is coming to stay, and we don't have enough rooms, so I made a slight alteration to your study!"

"Changes? Slight changes? Is this really just a slight change?!"

My expression suddenly turned cold, my good mood was completely ruined, and I spoke noticeably louder.

I've always hated people touching my things without permission. Now, not only have they done this without my consent, but my desk and computer are gone too. How am I supposed to study now? Where am I supposed to study?

Hearing my fiery tone, Papa's face twitched slightly, then he forced out a gentle smile and said, "Yes, Papa knows you hate it when others touch your things. This time, I really didn't get your permission. But you've been in class all day, so how could Papa discuss it with you? That's why I took the liberty of turning your study into a bedroom."

I bit my lip, getting angrier and angrier as I listened!

You knew that, yet you still moved around? Couldn't you have waited until I got back to discuss it? Why were you in such a hurry? Your son isn't an unreasonable person!

Hearing my father's explanation, I was still furious, but he was unusually calm, which was a departure from his usual serious demeanor. I couldn't lash out, so I just said irritably, "What about my desk and computer? They can't be gone, can they? And where am I supposed to study from now on?"

Papa's lips twitched, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face. He smiled and said, "Hehe, well... we can study at the dinner table, so what difference does it make where we study? As for your desk and computer, they've been moved to your old room. You'll be sleeping in the study from now on."

"You moved into my room? Oh, that's fine..."

"What!?"

I raised an eyebrow, suddenly snapping back to reality. My voice rose several decibels again as I asked in shock, "You mean... I'll sleep in the study from now on? I'll have to give up my room to someone else?"

Papa said seriously, "Yes, that's right, you'll be sleeping in the study from now on!"

Receiving the exact answer felt like hearing the funniest joke in the world. My anger, which hadn't subsided, surged again, and I shouted, "Papa! Why? I'm your son!"

I stared at my father, my handsome face contorted with rage. Not only had I, the master of the house, given up my study, but now he wanted me to give up my bedroom too! What kind of absurd thing was this?

This isn't something that will happen in a day or two; it could take a full three years!

After all, it's only the second semester of my first year of high college, and my dad's friend's son is obviously a transfer student. If he stays here and refuses to leave, am I going to have to sleep in the study for three years?

Why the hell is that?!

After I shouted at him repeatedly, Papa's expression changed slightly, and he was about to lose his temper.

He then took a deep breath, trying to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because you are my son that I have decided to let you sleep in the study. This will be of great benefit to your future development!"

What?! They want me to sleep in the study and say it's good for me? Is this some kind of hardship to toughen my mind and body?

What a joke! What a huge joke! They're treating me like an idiot!

Seeing my father's matter-of-fact attitude, I really couldn't believe my ears. The anger in my heart exploded like a lit bomb!

I shouted angrily, "Papa! Are you out of your mind? Are you senile? You let your own son sleep in the study, but let a stranger sleep in my room. Am I even your biological son?"

At that moment, my head was spinning, I lost all reason, and my chest was filled with rage. Without thinking, some outrageous words blurted out.

But after I finished speaking, I got scared and nervously looked at my father, who was furious. Then a loud slap landed on my face!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound, followed by a burning pain!

"You little brat! You've really gone too far! How have I raised you? You have no respect for your elders. Is this how you talk to your father? Aren't you my son? Did you spring from a rock?"

Papa's eyes widened, his face darkened, and he roared furiously. His stern face was taut, and his thick, dark eyebrows were furrowed, making him look quite frightening.

Papa is a rigid and serious person. He rarely smiles and is very strict when educating his son.

Today, he laughed the most he had ever done in an attempt to explain things to his son. But his son not only yelled at him repeatedly, but also said such outrageous things!

This is simply outrageous! If this continues, he'll be on his deathbed!

"Papa, you...you actually hit me for an outsider?"

I covered my burning cheeks with my hands, staring in shock at my furious father. The grievances and anger in my heart were beyond words.

After I entered junior high college, my father stopped hitting me unless I committed an unforgivable crime. But having been strictly disciplined since childhood, I never dared to commit a serious crime. And now, he actually slapped me hard for the sake of his so-called friend!

How could I not be angry? How could I not feel wronged?!

"Rajat! Let's talk this out! Why did you hit Rohan?"

Mom had been in the room the whole time, but she rushed out after hearing the noise.

Seeing the red marks on my face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for me. He turned around and scolded, "Rajat, how could you be so cruel? You actually hit your son so hard! Rohan's face is all red from being slapped!"

"Rohan, are you alright?"

My mother stepped forward and hugged me, her delicate white hands gently stroking my numb face.

Feeling my mother's warm embrace, I could no longer hold back my grievances, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Papa was still furious and shouted, "I hit hard? Did you hear that in the room just now? What did Rohan say? He said I'm senile and that he's not my biological son. It's all because you spoiled him!"

"Yes! Yes! It's all my fault!"

Seeing my father turn on my mother again, my suppressed anger erupted once more. With tears in my eyes, I roared and ran into the study, slamming the door shut!

"Look at this! Look at the good son you've raised!"

Rajat pointed at his wife and angrily berated her, then stormed off in a huff.

Rajat knew his son would be angry, so he tried his best to control his temper. Was he really senile and taking over his son's study for no reason?

He made this decision because he received a call from his brother Rajesh that morning, who asked him to do something.

Her brother is now the district magistrate of ***District, the top official in the district government. What could make him so serious must be no small matter.

Besides his own abilities, Rajat's ability to become the principal of No. 1 High college also relied to some extent on his brother's connections. Rajat immediately listened attentively.

It turns out that the mayor's son, who is the city's powerful backer, got into trouble and was seized by his political enemies to gossip about him. The Two Sessions are coming up soon, which is a crucial period for the new round of the municipal party committee leadership reshuffle. This is a big deal that affects one's position!

Therefore, Mayor Verma planned to place his son in a lower-level location to avoid trouble, and ultimately handed the matter over to his brother Rajesh to handle.

Rajesh was naturally very cautious. After thinking it over, he felt more at ease leaving the matter to his younger brother and repeatedly instructed rajat to do his best to take good care of the leader's son.

Rajat certainly dared not neglect his duties. In officialdom, it is good to be appreciated by one's superiors, but it is even better to be able to help one's superiors with their private affairs, especially their family affairs. The two are even more incomparable.

Because the latter means that the leader has absolute trust in you, and you are the leader's absolute confidant!

Clearly, the relationship between the elder brother and Mayor Verma is extraordinary, and as long as the elder brother's position is secure, his life will continue to improve—it's a very simple principle.

He then deduced from a few words why Mayor Verma wanted to send his son to **** District.

***** District is located in a remote area, its economic development is lagging behind, and its environment is the worst among all districts in the city.

Mayor verma sent his son here as a form of education and punishment for him, and also to show his attitude—I have already sent my son to the poorest district in the city, what more do you want?

This also shows that Mayor Verma's son did not commit a serious crime. Combined with the joy that his brother rajesh inadvertently revealed, it is very likely that Deputy Mayor verma will be promoted again this time!

He is now a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Executive Deputy Mayor. What does it mean to take another step up?

That would allow him to drop the "Deputy" title and become the top leader of the government, the number two figure in the municipal party committee! Absolutely second only to the top leader!

Rajat was excited all day. If he could handle this matter well, when Mayor Verma asked about his son, Rajat's name would be on Mayor verma's radar, and his brother's position would be more secure. Who knows when he might be promoted to the district party secretary and become the top figure in **** District!

Doesn't that elevate the status of Rajat?

Rajat was stern and unsmiling, and had no interest in anything in his life, not even his fair-skinned and beautiful wife. His only interest was in becoming an official, which he was even somewhat obsessed with.

The feeling of being in a high position, looking down on subordinates, and watching others treat you with utmost respect and flattery is simply irresistible!

After hanging up the phone, rajat couldn't sit still. He asked his wife, Rekha, to take leave from work and quickly tidy up their son's room for Mayor Verma's son to live in. He himself went to buy some furniture and other things.

In the evening, he waited happily for his son to come home from college, intending to instruct him to cultivate a good relationship with Mayor Verma's son, so that his son, if not successful in his career, would at least receive significant assistance after he came of age.

But his joy turned into anger. As soon as his son came home, he started arguing with him and didn't understand his good intentions at all.

"Rohan, Rohan! It's Mommy, open the door quickly!"

Mom stood in front of the study in her nightgown, feeling equally helpless.

She naturally knew about the plan to convert the study into a bedroom. Papa knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he told her about Mayor Sunny; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.

Thirty-seven-year-old Mom has fair skin and a beautiful face. Although she was not born into a wealthy family, she comes from a scholarly family. She is gentle, virtuous, and understanding. She understands her husband's actions very well. After all, the other party's status is too noble. It is impossible for Mayor Sunny's son to be allowed to sleep in the study.

Then her husband can forget about being the college principal!

Although Mom understood, she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, Rohan was her son. Now, not only had she given up her son's room, but she had also made him move to the study. Anyone would feel bad about that.

"Mom, I'm fine, you should go to sleep."

Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I opened my bedroom door and whispered something.

"You say you're fine, but look at your red eyes!"

My mother came in, took my hand affectionately, and sat me on the folding bed. Her gentle eyes were filled with deep heartache. Looking at the red marks on my face that had not yet faded, she asked with concern, "Rohan, how are you? Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head dejectedly, hanging my head without responding.

"Ugh, your dad is really something. Why can't he just talk things out instead of resorting to violence!"

How could Mom not understand her son? Knowing I was still angry, she deliberately scolded her father a few times in front of me.

Then her eyes softened, and she gently hugged me and comforted me, saying, "Rohan, don't be angry. Don't you understand your father after all these years? That's just how he is. He's old-fashioned and has a bad temper. He's still doing well now. You got beaten a lot when you were little."

My mother spoke gently to comfort me, patting my shoulder softly. I listened silently, feeling extremely wronged, biting my lip and remaining silent.

Mom glanced at me and said softly, "However, Rohan, although your father's actions were wrong, you also made mistakes."

"It's not that Mom is blaming you, but he is still your father. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't say those things to him. How would you feel if your child said those things to you in the future? We need to learn to put ourselves in others' shoes and consider their feelings, right?"

"Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Why isn't he putting himself in someone else's shoes!"

I should have just ignored it, because hearing those words made me angry. I huffed and puffed out like a child, still resentful of my father's self-righteous attitude.

"Pfft! Why are you still acting like a child?"

Mom smiled, her eyes crinkling upwards, her beautiful face blooming like a peach blossom. "Rohan, actually your father is doing this for your own good. He still cares about you a lot, he just hasn't said it out loud!"

Her husband said a lot on the phone today, and Mom deeply agreed with what he said.

The husband encouraged Rohan to get along well with Mayor verma's son. They were both around the same age and boys, so it should be easier for them to get along. If they became good friends, their son would have a benefactor in his life, who might even change his fate at a crucial moment.

Mom herself works for a state-owned enterprise, so she naturally understands the reasons behind it.

India has always been a society based on personal connections. Having connections and not having connections are two completely different concepts. Every year, dozens of college graduates join our company. Which one of them has a completely blank background?

There's some connection between them, more or less.

The longer Mom stayed in state-owned enterprises, the deeper her understanding became. Many things that are incredibly difficult for ordinary people are just a matter of making a phone call to important figures, and can be resolved easily. The difference between them is like heaven and earth.

"Mom! Why are you saying things like that?"

Hearing my mother's biased tone towards my father, I pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and retorted, "If he's good to me, would he ask me to give up my room? Would he let his son live in the study? You have no idea, I was almost furious just now, I really doubted if I was even his biological son!"

"Nonsense!"

Mom patted my head and chuckled softly, "If you're not our child, then whose are you? Mom carried you for ten months before giving birth to you. Don't say things like that again, or Mom will feel heartbroken!"

"Okay, Mom!" I nodded obediently.

Mom sighed and said, "Actually, your father let you sleep in the study with my permission."

"What?"

I turned to look at my mother in surprise. In my opinion, this idea should have been my father's decision on his own, but I didn't expect that my mother, who had always defended me, would agree to it!

"Mom, you knew? And you still agreed?" I drawled, complaining with a hint of jealousy, "Mom! How could you do this? You love me the most!"

Mom's brows relaxed, revealing a loving smile, and she said softly, "Of course, Mom loves you the most. From childhood to adulthood, when has Mom not been on your side?"

Looking into my mother's loving eyes, I nodded without saying a word.

My mother is right. Whenever I made a mistake and was disciplined when I was little, my mother would always stand up for me and speak up for me. She also cared a lot about my life and studies. Although she couldn't be all-encompassing and caring, she was at least very loving.

I didn't press my mother further; I simply waited with curiosity for her to continue.

"Rohan, don't blame your father. Actually, your father's friend is not simple. He is…" Mom was about to speak when her expression changed and she quickly stopped herself.

I didn't notice my mother's expression and asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"He is… a good friend of your father's…"

An awkward expression flashed across Mom's face, but she smiled and explained, "That person helped your father before, so your father agreed without hesitation this time. After all, you have to repay a favor, right?"

After all, she was an adult and had worked in a state-owned enterprise for many years. Mom quickly realized what was going on and told a lie against her will, but it was a white lie.

Her husband told her to keep the secret, not because the other person's identity needed to be kept secret, but because he was afraid that if their son found out, he would become timid or obsequious. If either of these mindsets were present, it would be difficult to make true friends. Only when their son didn't know could they maintain a normal mindset.

Equality in status is the fundamental factor in making friends; any adult who has been in society understands this.

When you feel superior or inferior to someone, it's very difficult for two people to develop a true friendship.

This is also what Mom felt about her husband—that despite his rough exterior, he was thoughtful and considerate; he was genuinely thinking of their son and had put in a lot of effort.

"Pshaw! I thought he was some big shot!"

Hearing that this was the only reason, I raised an eyebrow dismissively and snorted irritably.

It's just a friend, what's the big deal?

My father is now the principal of a high college, and my uncle Sunny is now the county magistrate. Who wouldn't give my father some respect?

But now my dad wants me to live in the study for the sake of his so-called friends, which is making a mountain out of a molehill!

It would be more appropriate to put him in the study!

Seeing her son's dismissive attitude, Mom worried that I might have a conflict with the other party in the future, and instructed him: "Rohan, you have to be proper in your attitude. When they come, you have to get along well with them. Try to be polite in daily life and don't be as arrogant as usual, understand?"

Mom tried to subtly persuade her son, but it's unclear how effective it was.

Although her son appeared obedient and well-behaved, he was actually quite proud. There were very few people in the county whom he respected. Mom just hoped that nothing unpleasant would happen.

"Mom! I understand! I've kept your words in mind!" I nodded earnestly, otherwise Mom might have kept nagging for a long time!

"Good boy, Rohan!"

My mother smiled, her pretty face still radiant even without makeup. Then, she gently stroked my cheek and asked with concern, "Rohan, does it really not hurt anymore?"

"Ouch!" I gasped in pain as my mother touched my face, and instinctively turned my head to one side.

My father was a burly man, and that angry slap really hurt!

"Pfft!"

Seeing my grinning face, my mother laughed so hard she nearly fell over. Her full breasts swayed slightly inside the neckline of her pajamas, the white expanse looking particularly dazzling.

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That's when I noticed that my mother was only wearing a purple nightgown. The neckline of the nightgown wasn't very revealing, but my mother's 39G breasts were really too big. They not only made the thin nightgown look bulging, but the neckline was also stretched very tightly. Her round breasts were high and firm, and I could even vaguely see two tempting protrusions.

"Hehe, I knew you were faking it! Do you want Mommy to blow on it for you?"

My mother suppressed her smile, her charming eyes carrying a hint of teasing. Before I could respond, she leaned forward, slightly pouting her red lips, and gently blew a breath at me.

Her rosy lips were slightly full, and the size of her lips was as delicate and petite as cherries. Even without lipstick, her lips were still very sexy, and they shone with a moist and delicate luster under the light.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, bringing a sweet and intoxicating fragrance.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I subconsciously lowered my eyes, but in an instant, I felt even more awkward.

At this moment, the mother leaned forward, revealing a tight and deep cleavage from the neckline of her pajamas. Her two round, full breasts were high and firm, like two huge, tempting balls of flesh.

The hem of her skirt rose up due to her sitting posture, almost stopping at the top of my mother's thighs.

Her snow-white thighs were quite plump, appearing slightly thick, but they looked perfect on my mother's 176cm height. Not only did they look very harmonious, but the tender white flesh also exuded a mature and sensual feel.

At this moment, her two long, beautiful legs were exposed naked, as flawless as solidified jade.

Looking at my mother's voluptuous body, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and memories from the past flooded back.

After entering puberty, I was infatuated with my mother for a period of time.

My mother is stunningly beautiful with a hot figure. At 176 cm tall, she is exceptionally tall and has been pampered for a long time working in a state-owned enterprise. Every gesture she makes exudes a dignified, elegant, and graceful charm, making her a rare and exceptionally beautiful woman.

It's perfectly normal for such a perfect woman to attract me, but as I've gotten older, this distorted infatuation has faded away.

Looking back now, it was probably just a teenage impulse, and had nothing to do with romantic feelings between men and women.

Then I thought of my goddess, Ms. Rita. My mother and Ms. Rita have almost the same figure, both of them are voluptuous beauties with big breasts and big hips. In my eyes, they are definitely top-notch beauties. But I am very clear about Ms. Rita. It is not an impulse, but a real attraction!

I quickly snapped out of it, abruptly shifting my gaze from my mother, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Mom, it's okay, it's okay, I'm fine! You should go to sleep, it's still quite cool at night, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Mom smiled and said with satisfaction, "Rohan has learned to care about others now? Okay, Mom's going back to her room. Rohan, you should get some rest too!"

After saying that, Mom stood up and walked gracefully to the door. Before leaving, she reminded him again, "Rohan, remember what your mother said. Get along well with the other person and don't be willful!"

"Okay, Mom!" I sighed helplessly.

After seeing my mother out of the room, I lay on the folding bed and couldn't fall asleep.

This folding bed is not only very narrow, but also very uncomfortable to sleep on. You're afraid of falling to the ground if you turn over, and it also makes a creaking sound.

　　The study is not very spacious, so I can't even change the bed. In all my years, when have I ever suffered such a cramped feeling?

　　The thought of sleeping here for the next three years makes me want to die!

　　That bastard made me suffer like this for no reason, and my mother still wants me to get along with him. Get along with him my ass! I'm already being nice by not giving him a hard time!

　　The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I was filled with resentment towards that guy I hadn't even met yet! And that loud slap from my dad—it was all that bastard's fault!

　　The next day.

　　Last night I tossed and turned in bed, not knowing what time I finally fell asleep. I was restless all day, and I was listless in class because of lack of sleep. I even got scolded by the teacher for dozing off. I was really angry.

　　I finally got out of college, but as soon as I got to the corridor, I ran into Ms. Rita walking towards me.

　　Ms. Rita was as beautiful as ever, with delicate features, flowing hair, and a beautiful face adorned with light makeup. A light-colored dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, while her sexy black stockings and five-centimeter white high heels gave her a dignified and elegant appearance.

　　"Rohan!"

　　"Ms. Rita?"

　　I looked at her in surprise, wondering if she had just happened to be passing by or had come specifically to find me. Then I remembered the request I had made to my teacher yesterday, and my handsome face suddenly turned pale.

　　Did Ms. Rita come here specifically to ask me this?

　　I was really worried, but just what I was thinking came true!

　　Ms. Rita stood up straight, revealing a charming smile, and pulled me aside, asking softly, "Rohan, how's the matter I asked you to inquire about yesterday?"

　　“This…” I looked at Ms. Rita nervously, my expression slightly embarrassed.

　　When I got home yesterday, I had a fierce argument with my dad. I was so angry that I completely forgot about the whole thing.

　　I told myself I couldn't tell the truth, otherwise Ms. Rita's impression of me would definitely suffer.

　　"Ms. Rita... I'm sorry, my dad had a business dinner yesterday and wasn't home. I waited until very late but he still didn't come back. But don't worry, teacher, I'll definitely find out for you today!"

　　My mind raced, and I quickly came up with a plausible excuse, trying my best to control my expression.

　　A hint of disappointment flashed in Ms. Rita's eyes, but she smiled and said, "It's alright. Principal rajat is very busy, and everyone understands. It's good that Rohan remembers it."

　　She naturally noticed Rohan's expression, but she didn't think much of it, assuming it was just his embarrassment.

　　Having lived for over thirty years, Ms. Rita has never doubted her charm; this young man is already completely under her spell!

　　"Alright, I have some things to take care of, Rohan, you should go home now." After saying that, Ms. Rita smiled and turned to leave.

　　The teacher probably didn't notice anything, right?

　　Watching my teacher's graceful figure disappear into the distance, I stood there, lost and forlorn.

　　This was originally a great opportunity to spend time alone with Ms. Rita, and I might even gain a lot of favor from the goddess. But everything was ruined because of "that person". I feel worse than if I swallowed a fly!

　　What a terrible year!

　　I clenched my fists in resentment; my impression of "that person" was absolutely terrible!

　　********************

　　"Aunty, tell me quickly! Tell me! How do you maintain your youthful appearance? You look like a woman in her twenties!"

　　"Pfft! That's not how it is at all. Auntie is almost forty!"

　　"You're lying! Auntie looks like she's only in her early twenties!"

　　As soon as I got home, my mother's gentle voice and another unfamiliar voice came from inside. My expression changed slightly; I knew the uninvited guest had arrived, and a feeling of irritation and disgust welled up inside me.

　　I changed into slippers and quietly went inside, where I saw two people sitting side by side on the sofa.

　　My mother sat upright with her back straight and her posture proper. Her two delicate white hands were placed on her thighs, displaying the dignified demeanor of a well-bred lady.

　　Her stunningly beautiful face was like a poem or a painting, her outstanding temperament was elegant and graceful, and her rosy lips were adorned with a shy and charming smile.

　　An eighteen-year-old boy was sitting next to my mother.

　　The boy had ordinary features and an average appearance; he was neither ugly nor good-looking, the kind of person you would never glance at in a crowd.

　　He was very short, with a frail and thin body, almost no flesh on his body. When he straightened his back, he only reached his mother's shoulder. He was probably not even 1.5 meters tall.

　　The little boy had a big smile on his face and was chatting happily with his mother. He looked innocent and naive, but his narrow eyes completely ruined his image, giving him a sleazy and sinister look.

　　Is this Dad's friend's son? He's so short!

　　"Pfft! Sunny, you're exaggerating! Auntie is 37 years old now, so please stop making fun of me!"

　　My mother's face flushed slightly, her expression charming, and a captivating shyness lingered between her brows. She seemed somewhat affectionate towards this man, whether out of politeness or because he had praised her, it was unclear.

　　"Aunty, stop hiding it and tell me the secret! My mom is about your age, but her skin is obviously not as good as yours. If I know, I can tell my mom and make her happy. I hope she can become as beautiful as you!"

　　The "child" had a very sweet tongue, rattling off a string of words, full of praise for his mother. His eyes were fixed on his mother's beautiful face, a strange light shining in them.

　　"You silly child!"

　　My mother's beautiful face looked even more charming. She turned her face away shyly, but she couldn't hide her overflowing joy. Her reserved smile gradually turned into a touching shyness.

　　"Auntie doesn't have any secrets. She just drinks more water, eats more fruit, does yoga occasionally, and uses ordinary mass-market skincare products."

　　"Haha, no wonder Auntie maintains such a perfect figure, it turns out it's because she exercises regularly!"

　　Sunny gave an innocent smile and took the opportunity to look his mother up and down. When his mother looked away, he stared intently at her large, plump breasts.

　　The innocence in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a lewd greed!

　　That bastard! He actually peeked at Mom's breasts!

　　Today, as always, Mom wore delicate light makeup. Her eyebrows were slender and long, like painted green mountains in the distance; her eyes were charming and captivating, like a pool of autumn water.

　　Black eyeliner and light brown eyeshadow accentuated Mom's captivating eyes, making her look not only incredibly refined but also subtly alluring and charming.

　　Beneath her high, delicate nose, her rosy lips were painted with vibrant lipstick, the moist sheen delicate and captivating, like a tender, ripe red cherry, exquisite and luscious. Her beautiful features were like a masterpiece of nature, perfect without the slightest flaw.

　　A black dress hugged her full figure, and she wore a black strapless top under her blazer.

　　Beneath her gracefully curved neck, her enormous 39G breasts stretched her tight strapless bra to the point of bursting, resembling two towering mountains reaching into the clouds, undulating in a breathtakingly alluring curve.

　　The deep cleavage was forced through the tight strapless bra, creating a dark opening that was even more alluring against the backdrop of the surrounding breasts. At first glance, the firm, large breasts would become the focus of a man's gaze.

　　Sunny's gaze then shifted downwards again, looking towards his mother's even fuller lower body.

　　Her slender waist was tightly bound by the suit jacket, and then her gentle curves rose sharply, outlining a large, round buttocks on both sides.

　　The skirt rode up as she sat, revealing two sexy legs clad in flesh-colored stockings.

　　My mother's thighs were plump and fleshy, and the tight skirt hem slightly accentuated the fullness of her thighs. The semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings were stretched into a thin layer by her fleshy thighs, making her extremely fleshy look almost burst out. The entire smooth silk-stockinged leg exuded a seductive and alluring mature fleshy scent.

　　The slender calves and thighs form a striking contrast, yet the proportions are perfectly balanced, harmonious and graceful. Any more would be too plump, any less would be too thin. The delicate stockings, like smooth skin, gleam with a captivating, slippery sheen under the soft light.

　　Mom was undoubtedly a stunning woman, with an exceptionally alluring figure of full breasts and curvy hips, even more voluptuous than Ms. Rita.

　　I know many men have leered at their mothers, but that cannot be a reason for them to spy on their mothers!

　　"Oh? Rohan, you're back?"

　　Just as I was about to lose my temper, my mother noticed me by chance. She quickly stood up and walked towards me, smiling, and said, "Rohan, come here quickly, let Mom introduce you."

Seeing my mother's bright smile, I remembered what she had told me yesterday: to get along well with him. Not wanting to embarrass her, I forced myself to walk over, suppressing my displeasure.

When he saw that I had also stood up, he gave me a faint smile.

But when I looked away from my mother's face, that guy started staring lecherously at her back again, his gaze fixed on her plump, fleshy buttocks!

That bastard is incredibly lecherous!

I instinctively clenched my fist, and my dissatisfaction with him reached its peak!

Needless to say, my mother's figure was stunning. The fitted tube skirt clung tightly to her voluptuous lower body, and her two beautiful legs in stockings moved gracefully, swaying like willow catkins in the wind.

Although we can't see behind her, we can still appreciate the beauty behind her through her daily life.

The skirt was stretched taut by her incredibly round buttocks, just like her chest; it was so tight that even a slight twitch of her hips could burst the fabric!

I didn't expose his shameful behavior because his gaze had already shifted from my mother to me. His lewd eyes magically cleared again, and he smiled at me with a humble and polite demeanor.

"Rohan, come here, let Mom introduce you!"

My mother, completely unaware of his actions, affectionately took my arm and said with a smile, "Rohan, this is Sunny, the son of your father's friend! Sunny, this is Auntie's son, Rohan. You can just call him Rohan!"

"Ha, I've finally met Rohan! I just heard from Auntie that you're a great student, always among the top students in your grade. I'll have to ask you for advice a lot in the future! You're a little older than me, so if you don't mind, I'll call you Rohan from now on!"

Sunny seemed to be quite outgoing, laughing and talking for a long time. The lust he had when he was spying had long since disappeared, replaced by a sincere expression.

His eyes were clear and innocent, and his smile was radiant and adorable. If one had not discovered his previous unpleasant behavior, it would have been very easy to develop a liking for him based solely on his friendly words and warm attitude.

This guy is incredibly cunning and shrewd for his age!

Looking at the overly friendly Sunny, I immediately made a mental comment.

His expression was very natural, and his words were very pleasant to hear. He tried to close the distance between us in just a few words, and he did so without leaving a trace. No wonder my mother was so happy to be charmed by him.

For some reason, the anger in my heart inexplicably cooled down.

I told myself, this guy is not easy to deal with!

I composed myself and flashed a bright smile. "Sunny, you're so good with words! If you ever have any questions about your studies, feel free to ask me. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

After I finished speaking, I smiled and extended my right hand, looking at him with a "sincere" expression.

"Brother Rohan! I'm so glad to meet you!"

Sunny looked flattered, his smile growing even brighter. He wiped his hand on his pants halfway through reaching out, before grabbing my hand and shaking it vigorously.

Seeing Sunny's humble and polite demeanor, a hint of approval flashed in Mom's eyes.

Knowing that Sunny would be coming today, Mom was worried that the mayor's son might be a spoiled brat. Unexpectedly, the boy was not only sweet-talking and well-behaved, but also did not have any of the arrogance and domineering nature of a son of an official. As soon as he arrived, he called her "Auntie" sweetly, and his words and actions were very pleasing. It was a very pleasant time to chat with him.

No wonder he's the son of a wealthy family; his upbringing is truly exceptional!

I don't know my mother's opinion of him, but I felt that his behavior was a bit exaggerated, or rather, too pretentious. Who wipes their hands on their pants twice before shaking hands? It's not like we're meeting some important person. Ordinary people wouldn't do that. My first thought was that this guy was acting!

"Rohan, Sunny, you'll be living together for the next three years, so you'd better get along well!"

Mom smiled, delighted by the friendly interaction between the two. She was also very satisfied with her son's performance, realizing that her words from yesterday had had an effect.

Sunny narrowed his eyes and laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Auntie, from now on, Rohan and I will be good brothers!"

I smiled and glanced at him, then sincerely echoed, "Yes, Mom, Sunny and I will definitely get along well, so don't worry!"

After we finished speaking, we looked at each other and smiled at each other, displaying a friendly attitude of mutual appreciation.

"Okay, okay, come and eat!"

My mother took the cooked food out of the warmer, and Sunny and I sat down one after the other.

The table was laden with a sumptuous spread of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, and meat, as well as a plate of freshly stir-fried vegetables and a pot of fragrant red date chicken soup.

My father Rajat, Sunny's father, and my cousin were eating out, so it was just the three of us at home.

During the meal, his mother was very affectionate. Whether out of politeness or genuine affection, she kept asking about his well-being and urging Sunny to eat more, telling him to make himself at home and not to be shy.

Sunny responded very appropriately, smiling and praising his mother's superb cooking skills, saying that the dishes she made were full of flavor and made one's mouth water.

I ate my meal quietly while observing the two of them.

Perhaps it was my own prejudice, or perhaps I already had a terrible impression of him before we even met, but I found his smiling face nauseating.

His mother was probably deceived by his seemingly well-behaved nature and didn't know his true self.

I have to find a way to get rid of him! At the very least, I need to make Mom hate him!

I told myself I couldn't be rash, otherwise it would be difficult for my parents, and I would be the one who would be blamed. It would be best if my mother noticed it herself and developed a dislike for him.

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"Come on, Sunny, try this braised fish!"

Mom placed a piece of fish in Sunny's bowl and smiled slightly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Mmm! It's so delicious! Auntie is amazing!"

Sunny put it in his mouth and chewed a few times. His small eyes widened, and he nodded repeatedly with a look of ecstasy, as if he were eating some kind of delicacy.

"Hehe, if it's delicious, eat more!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Sunny smiled sweetly, and while his mother was picking up food, I noticed that his eyes secretly glanced at his mother's large breasts.

My mother sits upright, always keeping her back straight. Her already full breasts appear even more prominent when she sits, like towering, undulating mountains. Her thin neckline is stretched so high it seems about to burst, and up close you can even see the outline of her bra.

A tempting cleavage was revealed, so tight that it seemed even a thin piece of paper could not be inserted. On her snow-white neck, the pendant of the necklace swayed slightly, swinging back and forth in front of her deep cleavage, attracting men's attention effortlessly.

My mind raced, and soon a brilliant idea popped into my head!

Kid, just wait to die!

A cold smile crept across my lips. I pretended to bury my head in my food while subtly taking off my slippers and stretching one foot toward my mother across from me.

When Sunny's gaze shifted back to my mother's chest, my foot, which was dangling in mid-air, immediately brushed against my mother's left leg!

The timing was perfect!

Feeling the touch on her leg, the mother's right hand, which was holding a chopstick, froze in mid-air. Her eyes instinctively turned to the left, where she saw Sunny leering at her, his gaze fixed on her large, towering breasts!

"Sunny, you!"

The mother's expression changed, and her beautiful face immediately flushed with embarrassment and anger.

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[Hornyluckyguy]

Really good plot. Can't wait for further updates...

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[Munda007]

Nice going

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Sunny was suddenly startled, never expecting to be so unlucky as to be caught red-handed by his mom on his second attempt to spy.

Sunny's "innocent" little face flushed with embarrassment, and he opened his mouth, stammering but unable to speak.

"Auntie, I..."

"Eat!" Mom turned her head away, embarrassed and annoyed, her expression turning cold.

I chuckled inwardly, then pretended not to know and looked up to ask, "Mom, what's wrong?"

I asked the question with a blank look on my face, and then repeated the same trick, brushing my right foot against my mom's beautiful leg again.

The mom, who was about to speak, froze, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing tightly. She slammed her rice bowl on the table with a thud and said coldly, "I'm full, you guys eat!"

After saying that, the mom turned away in shame and indignation, her beautiful face as if covered with a layer of ancient ice!

Watching his mom storm off, Sunny was completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened. Although he had peeked at his aunt's chest earlier, she hadn't said anything. Why was she suddenly even angrier than before?

Sunny withdrew his gaze and asked in confusion, "Brother Rohan? What...what happened to your mom?"

"I was just about to ask you, why did my mom suddenly get angry? That's so strange..." I looked at him with feigned ignorance, my face showing even deeper confusion than his, but inside I was already laughing my head off.

Peeping lewdly at his mom and then using his feet to make indecent advances towards her—this kid is going to be in deep trouble!

I pinched my thigh hard, trying my best to control the urge to burst out laughing, and asked with a frown, "Sunny, did you do something to make my mom angry?"

"I didn't...I didn't do anything!"

Sunny looked slightly embarrassed and awkwardly denied it.

His expression shifted several times, as if he was hesitating about something. After a while, he leaned closer and said, "Brother Rohan, we're friends now, so I'll be frank! Actually... I just peeked... um... at Auntie's breasts..."

What?

I looked at him in surprise. I didn't expect him to admit it so readily, and to say such "heart-to-heart" things to me right after we met. You know, the person he was spying on was my mom. Wasn't he afraid that I would be angry?

For a moment I was stunned, not knowing whether to call him stupid or to praise his genuine and straightforward personality, but no matter what, I really disliked this person!

"Sunny, why did you do this? Why were you spying on my mom?"

I feigned surprise, pretending to look at him casually, and carefully observed his facial expression.

This question can be interpreted as either a naive inquiry or as me trying to trick him into revealing information.

Sunny's expression became noticeably serious, his narrow eyes fixed intently on me, as if trying to ascertain my true intentions.

Looking into his sharp eyes, my heart tightened, and my heart began to beat faster.

For some reason, I felt unusually nervous at that moment, as if a powerful aura was enveloping me and emanating continuously from his thin frame.

A few seconds later, seeing that I was not acting strangely, Sunny's expression changed completely, and he revealed a friendly smile, saying, "Brother Rohan, don't be angry when I tell you, but actually, I liked Auntie the moment I saw her!"

Just as I thought!

The reason I didn't get angry and question him was because I vaguely guessed that he had ill intentions towards my mom, especially after seeing the scene when I came in. This guy kept coaxing my mom, and his lecherous eyes never left her. His filth was already obvious!

I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. It seemed that framing him was indeed a wise move. Whether it was a coincidence or not, at least my mom's impression of him had been greatly diminished!

"No way, Sunny! You're kidding me, you fell in love with my mom at first sight?" I feigned shock, but my mind was racing trying to figure out what he was thinking.

It's not that I was suspicious; we'd only known each other for less than fifteen minutes, yet this guy was telling me everything. This kind of deep conversation with someone I barely knew was very unusual. Even an idiot would have some reservations, but clearly he wasn't.

What does he mean? Does he really consider me a brother?

"Yeah, Rohan-ge, your mom is so beautiful! Not only is she gentle and charming, but she's also gorgeous and has an amazing figure. She's got a perfect hourglass shape, even sexier than my mom!"

While praising me, Sunny would glance at me intentionally or unintentionally, a glint of shrewdness occasionally flashing in his eyes, as if he were observing my expression.

Noticing his gaze, my heart tightened. Could it be that he suspected me of something?

I continued acting without showing any emotion, naturally revealing a hint of smugness, and said proudly, "Sunny, I'm not exaggerating, but my mom is such a beauty that she has fair skin, a beautiful face, and a top-notch figure, temperament, and looks. If she's not the best in the county, she's definitely in the top three. Anyway, I've never seen anyone prettier than my mom in my entire life!"

Sunny nodded in agreement and said excitedly, "Yeah, Brother Rohan, I've seen my fair share of beauties, but I've never seen anyone prettier than your mom. Her figure is just too hot! Her breasts are big and firm, and her butt is fat and round, like a big water-filled balloon that's about to burst her skirt!"

"And your mom's sexy, fleshy legs in stockings...it's really something to look at..."

What are you saying!

The sudden lewd remarks caught me off guard, but I quickly realized that he was insulting my mom!

I could no longer care about acting. My temper exploded like a lit bomb. My handsome face twisted into a grimace as I slammed my fist on the table and roared, "How can you talk like that? Your mouth is full of filthy language. I never thought you were such a vulgar and shameless person!"

This guy's true colors have finally been revealed!

I glared at him angrily, my eyes seeming to spit fire.

Just when I thought the other person would also be angry, Sunny smiled, a very bright smile, his expression completely relaxed, as if he had let go of some heavy burden.

He pulled up a stool and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder in a friendly manner. He said, "Brother Rohan, I'm sorry, it was my fault. Actually, I was testing you just now, which is why I said those offensive things. Please don't take it to heart!"

What? Testing me? Those lewd words were said on purpose for me to hear?

I stared at him blankly, stunned by his words!

Seeing my blank expression, Sunny thought I still didn't understand, so he patiently explained, "Brother Rohan, I was indeed caught spying on Auntie, but Auntie didn't say much. However, her attitude changed drastically in the blink of an eye, as if someone had offended her again, which is why I had my doubts!"

"I was being honest with you to see your reaction, Rohan-ge, but you don't seem to care much?"

"Then I told you I liked your aunt, but you still didn't react, which made me suspicious. After all, your aunt is your mom, and I'm just a stranger. That's why I deliberately said some vulgar things. Luckily, Rohan-ge, your behavior was perfectly normal in the end."

After hearing his explanation, my back was covered in a cold sweat!

This seemingly innocent little boy is surprisingly perceptive. He became suspicious the second time I rubbed against my mom's leg. After all, he had already been caught peeping, so it was normal for his mom to be angry and leave.

But he noticed something was wrong from his mom's subsequent reaction!

This guy is not only quick-witted, but every word he says seems to have a hidden meaning, while my performance, which I thought was superb, has so many flaws!

Most importantly, he saw everything clearly, which was terrifying!

Why...why do you doubt me?

It takes reason to suspect someone, and I have been very friendly since I walked in, unlike yesterday when I was angry. So why should he suspect me?

I tried hard to control my facial expressions, and when I looked into his eyes, I was even afraid to look him in the eye. I had a feeling that he could see right through me. This was the first time I had ever felt this way!

"Hey! Rohan-ge, I've already told you everything, why are you still holding this grudge?"

Sunny chuckled, while I felt slightly embarrassed. "I didn't mean anything! I was just asking out of curiosity!"

Sunny affectionately put his arm around me and said with a smile, "Brother Rohan, to be honest, don't let my short stature and childlike appearance fool you. I actually have a lot of experience with women. I'm not exactly a master at peeping, but I'm definitely an expert. I know exactly when it's okay to look, when it's not okay to look, and when it's safe to look without worry!"

"I'd glanced at my aunt countless times while we were chatting, and she hadn't noticed, but she spotted me as soon as we started eating. And at that moment, she was clearly picking up food and her eyes were fixed on the plate, but suddenly she looked in my direction..."

Sunny's expression was a half-smile, but the meaning behind it was self-evident!

A wave of panic washed over me, and cold sweat broke out again. My mind raced, and I quickly came up with a solution.

I frowned thoughtfully, and said with a puzzled look, "Hmm, this is indeed a bit strange, but it could also be Mom's sixth sense. Aren't women said to have a strong sixth sense?"

"Yes, that's what I can't understand. Maybe I'm just unlucky!"

Sunny shook his head, his brow furrowed with grievance. Then he smiled slightly and said sincerely, "Brother Rohan, please don't take my previous actions to heart. After all, we've only just met! I don't like to hide things. If I have any doubts, I'll verify them; if I've made a mistake, I'll admit it and correct it!"

I knew he was testing me, and I nodded to show I understood, but I really didn't know if his frankness at that moment was a pretense or his true nature!

Sunny laughed and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Brother Rohan! I knew you were a magnanimous person!"

"That's right!"

Sunny slapped his forehead and said apologetically, "I only found out after I arrived today that the room I'm staying in is actually your bedroom, Brother Rohan. I'm truly sorry for that! But don't worry, Brother Rohan, I'll definitely make it up to you. From now on, we're brothers. If you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I definitely won't refuse!"

Sunny patted his chest, speaking with great enthusiasm.

"Sunny, you're too kind!" I said, feigning politeness, before my expression suddenly turned serious!

Bedroom!?

Listening to what he inadvertently revealed, I suddenly realized that this was the crux of the problem, and very likely the reason why he suspected me!

I turned to look at him, and there he was, looking at me too. His narrow eyes were gleaming, and his sincere little face was all smiles, which gave me a little creeps!

Because this guy is still testing me, those seemingly casual words are actually him observing my reaction! I immediately concluded that he deliberately mentioned the bedroom!

I felt a chill run down my spine. Was this really a child my age? This guy's cunning and intelligence were terrifying; he was almost on the verge of uncovering the truth!

The immediate reason I hated him was because of the bedroom issue, which even led to my dad slapping me hard across the face. That was the trigger for my resentment towards him.

But he deduced from the details of the bedroom and peeping at his mom that I was the one who was interfering. How could this not be alarming?

I thought I was pretty smart, but I never expected him to be even more terrifying than me!

If I had managed to hold back my anger and not yell at him, would I have given myself away?

I had both reason and motive to resent him because my bedroom was occupied!

I felt a wave of fear, but at the same time I felt incredibly fortunate that I had reacted truthfully at the last moment, clearing myself of suspicion. It was a lucky accident!

I looked at him with lingering fear, a chill running down my spine.

Now I dare not underestimate him anymore. This little guy has an extremely high IQ that is completely inconsistent with his appearance. Every word he says seems to have a purpose and meaning. What's ridiculous is that I used to think he was stupid!

"Rohan-ge, hehe... judging from your previous reaction, you don't object to me liking Auntie, do you?"

Sunny grinned and came closer again, his youthful face innocent and naive, his expression returning to its original harmless state.

My expression stiffened slightly, and I said insincerely, "Yes...yes..."

"Brother Rohan, you are truly amazing!"

Sunny exclaimed excitedly, beaming with joy.

He looked at me with hopeful eyes, his pure gaze filled with longing. "Brother Rohan, can you tell me Auntie's measurements? Auntie is so sexy!"

Looking into his "inquiry-seeking" eyes, I instinctively wanted to get angry, but then I was afraid he would become suspicious. In a short moment, I found myself in a dilemma, caught between a rock and a hard place!

I clenched my fists, feeling resentful, and stammered, "My mom... my mom's bust is 101cm, waist is 64cm, and hips are... I think it's 104cm? If I remember correctly... that's her size..."

Because I had bought clothes for my mom online before, I vaguely remembered her size, but now I feel incredibly frustrated, as if I've swallowed a fly!

"Wow! Auntie's figure is amazing! The size is simply... absolutely top-notch!"

Sunny let out an exaggerated shout, his mouth agape and drool almost dripping out. His narrow eyes shot out a burning light, as if he was fantasizing about my mom's hot and alluring figure!

My words seemed to have touched his G-spot, and Sunny couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Rohan! How come Auntie has such a great figure? Her legs are so sexy, long and straight, and those long, fleshy legs in flesh-colored stockings are absolutely mesmerizing. Does she usually like to wear stockings?"

"Yes...yes, my mom prefers to wear stockings and high heels..."

I had no choice but to say things against my will, feeling disgusted while forcing a smile on my face. How damn painful and frustrating was that?!

I'm so regretful now. Why did I try to be so clever and make those underhanded moves? Why couldn't I have figured out what kind of strategy to take before acting? Otherwise, how could I have ended up in such a passive position?

Sunny was completely engrossed in the activity and asked excitedly, "Brother Rohan, what about the colors? Are there more flesh-colored or black ones? Are there any other colors and styles?"

Hearing his vulgar question, my eyelids twitched suddenly. I suppressed my anger and gave a faint smile, patiently saying, "Of course, my mom usually wears flesh-colored and black stockings, and sometimes smoky gray and coffee-colored ones. They are mostly ultra-thin pantyhose, and she rarely wears stockings."

I explained it in great detail and was very friendly.

The situation has already become like this, so even if I'm really annoyed, I can't show it, otherwise all my previous grievances would be in vain.

Since he's so open with me, I'll be open with him too. I'll make plans after I gain his trust!

Wow! They're all super thin!?

Sunny shouted again, his eyes gleaming with fiery light!

"But Auntie's plump thighs are perfect for wearing these ultra-thin stockings! The extreme fleshiness makes the sexy stockings completely transparent, with a hazy allure. The plump, tender flesh is visible through the tight stockings, which is irresistible just thinking about it!"

"How dare you talk like that! What do you mean, 'slutty meat'! That's my mom!" I frowned and glared at her, taking the opportunity to vent my pent-up frustration and resentment!

"Oh? Brother Rohan, I'm so sorry! It was my foul mouth! Please don't take it to heart!"

Sunny seemed to only then realize what had happened, his "naive" little face full of self-reproach. "But Brother Rohan, you can't blame me for talking nonsense. I really have never seen anyone sexier than Auntie. Those long, fleshy legs in stockings are just too tempting!"

To gain his trust, I didn't want to blame him too much, so I cooperated appropriately, saying, "My mom's legs are a perfect example. Her thighs are full and fleshy, and her calves have soft curves. With sexy ultra-thin stockings, they not only look perfectly natural on her, but are actually very alluring!"

"Yes, yes! That's exactly what I meant!"

Sunny exclaimed excitedly, "I think Auntie should wear those tight-fitting mini-skirts, the kind that go all the way up to her thighs. Those beautiful legs are perfect for showing off completely, otherwise it's such a waste! And Auntie's... Auntie's big, fat butt..."

Sunny glanced at me cautiously, and only when he saw that I didn't react did he feel more confident and say boldly, "That big, fat buttocks are so perky and firm, they look like a giant peach, and the skirt is about to burst!"

"You don't know, when your mom stood up to talk to you just now, her big ass swayed and bounced like waves, it made my eyes pop out! That kind of alluring, sexy ass paired with a tight thong, it's absolutely explosively sexy!"

Sunny was excited and spoke fluently, his narrow eyes gleaming with a lewd light, as if he was already fantasizing about my mom's alluring figure in a thong and miniskirt.

Then he asked in a low voice, "By the way, Rohan-ge, does your mom wear thongs?"

Sunny seemed to have me figured out, and his increasingly blatant questions were testing my patience. My anger was rising rapidly like a rocket, and it soon reached the point of exploding!

That bastard, how could he be such a thing, his mind is full of lustful thoughts!

I pinched my thigh hard, my face twitching slightly, and I used all my strength to suppress the boundless anger in my heart. I said calmly, "It seems not. Although my mom dresses very fashionably, she is still quite conservative at heart. My mom has never bought those revealing underwear."

"Oh! That's such a pity!"

Sunny sighed in disappointment, saying with a regretful expression, "Auntie has a curvy figure, a voluptuous and alluring beauty. That perfect hip shape is really suitable for thongs. You know, wearing a tight skirt with traditional underwear will leave marks on the skirt, which will look very ugly!"

"But thongs are different. Your mom has such a big butt, her underwear will definitely be tightly held in place by her butt crack, so you can't tell from the outside. It even gives the impression that she's not wearing anything. Just thinking about it is unbearable. That huge, fat butt is absolutely suffocating!"

Sunny spoke eloquently, appearing to be a seasoned womanizer.

Then he asked me some questions about my mom, such as the color and style of her underwear, whether her skirts were mostly tight or loose, how high her heels were, and how her relationship with my dad was. He almost asked about my mom's menstrual cycle!

I patiently answered with a gentle smile, but the raging anger in my chest grew higher and higher, and I almost burst out several times, even pinching my thigh until it turned blue!

I never imagined that a perfectly good meal would turn into this. I was sitting and "talking" with him like a hooligan, commenting on my mom's figure, and even trying to gain his trust. It's like a dream, so damn amazing!

"Brother Rohan! I, Sunny, am determined to be your friend!"

When the conversation with my mom ended, Sunny suddenly patted my shoulder, affectionately pulled me into the bedroom, and took a simple box from a bag by the bedside and handed it to me.

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Sunny said sincerely, "Brother Rohan, I can feel that you really consider me a friend, otherwise you wouldn't have opened your heart to me like this. I hope you won't mind this small gift!"

"Sunny, you...you're being too polite. It's nothing..."

I waved my hand dismissively, trying to refuse his "kindness."

My anger had not yet subsided, so how could I possibly accept his small favor? But Sunny had already stuffed the box into my hands.

Seeing his determined expression, I couldn't refuse too much. I casually opened it and found that it was a brand new Apple laptop!

My eyes lit up, and I took it in my hand to examine it carefully.

With its ultra-thin body and gray-white color, this is actually the latest MacBook Pro model, boasting top-of-the-line specifications, including a 9th generation 8-core i9 processor and a 1TB solid-state drive. The luxurious price tag is over 20,000 yuan!

"This...this is for me?" I held the laptop, my face full of disbelief.

"Of course!"

Sunny laughed nonchalantly, "Brother Rohan, how is it? Do you like it?"

"Sunny, this...this is too valuable!"

I naturally like it very much. I'm tired of the desktop computer at home, and I've always wanted my dad to buy me a similar model. However, the high price of Apple products has always prevented me from asking, because my dad wouldn't agree if I did.

Unexpectedly, Sunny was so generous, giving away more than 20,000 yuan worth of items without a care in the world, and he was completely dressed in top brands, with his outfit costing at least several thousand yuan, not even including his shoes. Just how rich is his family?

I hesitated, holding the laptop. The anger in my heart subsided sharply under the impact of the laptop. Although I was still furious, he looked much more pleasing to the eye. This made me sigh, money really can make the devil turn the millstone!

Knowing I was very tempted, Sunny comforted me, saying, "Brother Rohan, why are you being so hesitant? Just accept what your brother is giving you. We'll be living under the same roof for the next three years, and we'll need to take care of each other. This kind of bond is priceless!"

I have to admit this guy is really good at talking; it's very pleasant to listen to, but how could I possibly accept it!

This guy is cunning and meticulous, and he has ulterior motives towards my mom. If I take his things, how can I maintain my stance?

"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him"—this is an age-old truth!

Looking at the incredibly tempting computer, I hesitated for a long time before reluctantly declining. "Sunny, it's not that I don't want it, it's just that the gift is too valuable! Besides, it's something you brought for yourself, I really can't accept it!"

"Brother Rohan! Why are you being so formal!"

Sunny puffed out his chest and said loudly, "I, Sunny, have always been clear about gratitude and resentment, and I will always help my brothers. Brother Rohan is good to me, so naturally I will be good to Brother Rohan in return! These things are all external possessions, how can they compare to precious friendship? Brother Rohan, please accept them!"

Seeing his passionate and impassioned demeanor, I was instantly moved by his loyal words, which revealed his friendship and high regard for me.

I even started to waver a little, wondering if I was being too petty.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Sunny has never offended me. His slightly excessive behavior was just spying on my mom, which is perfectly normal.

My mom is sexy and beautiful, with a hot and alluring figure. Every move she makes is full of charm. Even I, as her son, have been infatuated with her, let alone other men.

Moreover, my prejudice against him stemmed from the bedroom and the slap I received after the argument. But giving up the bedroom was a decision made by my parents and had nothing to do with him. So, wouldn't my behavior be considered narrow-minded?

As I pondered my own thoughts, a sudden realization struck me: I had unknowingly begun to defend him—how terrifying!

This computer is absolutely unacceptable!

Afterwards, Sunny kept urging me to accept it, but I refused in every way. As I turned to leave, Sunny narrowed his eyes and stared at my back thoughtfully.

Lying in bed after my shower, I still felt a little uneasy.

This little guy is impeccable in his speech, actions, and expressions. He is warm and sincere, and it is very easy to develop a liking for him without knowing the truth. No wonder my mom is so affectionate towards him, and even I have been swayed by him.

Moreover, this guy was very interested in his mom, and the conversation always revolved around her. Luckily, I intervened and ruined his image, otherwise my mom would definitely have been deceived by his appearance and liked him more and more.

As for his cunning and intelligence, they are even more terrifying. He appears to be warm and generous, but in reality, he is quick-witted and observant. You can tell from his keen sense of smell and his probing words that he is an extremely difficult guy to deal with. You will fall into his trap without even realizing it.

Thinking about his personality analysis, I don't know why, but a strange sense of crisis suddenly welled up in my heart. Soon, this feeling grew stronger and stronger, and my heart started beating faster, as if it was warning me something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

No!

We can't let this guy live in the house anymore; we have to find a way to get rid of him!

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