Chapter 18
That night, I did not sleep. The room was completely dark, leaving only the soundless sobs of my mother echoing through the thin walls. Each hiccup, each choked breath, was like a whiplash on my shattered self-esteem, tearing apart the last shreds of my manhood.
The next morning, I walked out into the living room, feeling like a prisoner on death row walking to the execution ground. Mother was there, waiting, like a cold judge.
She wasn’t wearing pajamas. Instead, she was wearing a black business dress, tightly fitted, like a layer of iron armor. Her hair was neatly tied up, not a single strand of hair missing. Her face was carefully made up, covering her puffy eyes, but not the coldness that radiated from them, a coldness that penetrated to the bone. She was like an ice statue, beautiful but soulless.
“Sit down,” she ordered, her voice emotionless, flat as a frozen lake.
I sat opposite, not daring to look straight into those eyes, afraid of the bottomless abyss hidden within.
“Last night,” she began, her voice even and unruffled, “proved one thing. Your illness is worse than we thought.”
She looked straight into my eyes, her gaze as sharp as a knife, as if it wanted to pierce my heart. “It proves that your desire for me… is not a cure. It is a poison. It is the only thing that will keep you from ever becoming a man.”
Her every word was like a needle stabbing into my heart, painful and piercing.
“So,” she continued, her voice uncompromising, “this ‘therapy’ must continue. But the rules of the game have changed.”
She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper, like a curse. “From this day forward, you are forbidden to touch me. Forever. Your role is to orchestrate, to observe. You are the one who sent me to hell, and you must witness every moment as I burn. This will be your medicine. And your punishment.”
She stood up, adjusted her dress, and her every move exuded a cold, decisive air. “I have a public lecture today at the third high school. I’ll be wearing my best outfit. There will be many eyes on me. Do you understand me?”
She didn’t wait for my answer, she picked up her bag. Before she went out the door, she turned around, giving me a crooked smile, a smile that was more painful than crying, a smile of despair and hatred. “The real game begins now, son.”
The door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the empty room like a sentence. I sat there, frozen, like a statue. Mother had not just accepted the role. She had turned it into a carefully calculated torture, a cruel play. And I was the only audience, strapped to the front row, unable to look away.
I knew what I had to do. I had to go there. I had to see.
I called my homeroom teacher, my voice hoarse, and lied about having acute diarrhea. Then I took the bus to the third high school, an unfamiliar school where my mother was preparing for her performance. It was past morning school, the school gate was deserted, except for an old security guard who was dozing off. I carried my school bag, pretending to be a student who was late for school, looking listless and tired. The security guard waved me in without any suspicion.
Entering the school yard, the clock struck nine in the morning, the first period was almost over. I looked at the tall buildings, feeling lost. I had never been here before, didn’t know which classroom my mother taught in, didn’t know where to start.
I made up my mind and hid my school bag in a thick bush, as if to hide a part of my guilt. Then, I started going room by room, starting from the first floor of the first building. My footsteps were as light as a cat, gliding through the quiet corridors. The students and teachers in the classroom usually didn’t notice the figure passing by outside the door, they were immersed in their own world.
As soon as I reached the third floor of the second building, the bell signaling the end of the first period rang, shattering the silence. Very quickly, students rushed out of the classroom to get some fresh air, their laughter and chatter as loud as a flock of birds leaving their nest. Since I didn’t know anyone and didn’t want to be discovered by anyone in this school, I hid in the men’s restroom, waiting for them to come in, like a fugitive.
While I was waiting, I heard two male students talking from outside the restroom, their voices were so familiar it was creepy.
“Anh Khoa, have you heard? They say that today, grade three has a teacher from the number one high school next door coming to teach a public class. They say she’s an extremely beautiful teacher!” A male student said, his voice filled with curiosity and excitement. I immediately recognized him as Anh Khoa’s best friend, the one who often took the bus to school with him.
“Huh? Is that true? How beautiful is she?” Anh Khoa’s voice rang out, full of arrogance and indifference, but I could sense the hidden interest in it.
“I heard from A3 that she is both beautiful and slutty, a mature, plump woman, the type you like, why don’t you go see her?” His friend said, his tone full of teasing.
“Damn, I have to go see what class it is.” Anh Khoa’s voice was clearly more excited, like an animal smelling prey. They talked as they walked out of the restroom, after that I didn’t hear anything else, only the sound of footsteps fading away.
They were definitely talking about Mom. My heart was pounding in my chest like a drum. This Anh Khoa guy was a real girl hunter, he wouldn’t let go of any talk of a pretty girl. I quickly left the bathroom to look for those two, but found that the surroundings were filled with students, and I couldn’t find any trace of them.
I was very worried, but also vaguely felt extremely excited, a crazy conflicting emotion. I didn’t want them to find mom, but I also wanted them to find mom, like someone playing with fire. I was thinking wildly, would they really go looking for mom, they said block three, I saw this floor was block two, they had a lot of classes, I didn’t know where block three was.
Very quickly, the school bell rang, tearing all my thoughts away. I had no choice but to hide in the restroom, avoiding being seen by others as I didn’t go to class, like a ghost.
Waiting for all the students to return to class, I went out again, continuing to search each room. Very quickly, on the fifth floor, I finally found my mother. My mother was teaching with a graceful demeanor, behind her were many teachers sitting in attendance, mostly female teachers, there were also some older male teachers, their eyes were fixed on my mother.
Mom was dressed in a sexy and seductive outfit today, naturally attracting everyone’s attention. I watched Mom seductively teach in class, her curvaceous body swaying, her face full of confident smiles, like a goddess bestowing grace. The male students and male teachers below all had infatuated expressions, quite a few male students stared at Mom, couldn’t help but feel both angry and amused, a strange mix of emotions.
I looked around the classroom carefully, but didn’t see Anh Khoa and his classmates. I didn’t know if they had arrived yet, but I was still very worried. I knew my mother was teaching here, but I didn’t want to leave for now. Standing in the hallway was too conspicuous, so I went into the bathroom next door to hide, planning to wait until noon when school was over, like a stalker.
Actually, when I think about it, there is no point in me staying here to monitor my mother. This is school, and it is daytime, what could happen? But if I don’t see my mother leave with my own eyes, I won’t be at ease. I have a layer of “apprehension” in my heart towards the third high school with the blond haired Anh Khoa, a feeling of both fear and curiosity.
Or maybe it could be said as “expectation”, I seemed to be expecting something again, my penis vaguely vibrated a little, an instinctive reaction. After that I felt restless, resolutely stopped thinking about him, started playing with my phone, trying to dispel the dark thoughts.
Very quickly, the noon bell rang, like a drum of liberation. I heard many students outside laughing and talking happily as they left the classroom, their footsteps bustling like a swarm of bees leaving their hive. Very quickly after that, I heard the “ding ding ding” sound of high heels hitting the floor, a hauntingly familiar sound. Although many female teachers wore high heels, I had an intuition that this sound was my mother’s, an unmistakable sound.
So I walked out of the restroom, my mother had indeed finished her class. She was standing at the classroom door, exchanging teaching experiences with other teachers. My mother’s bare face without makeup looked focused as she talked to them, her serious look made my mother look even more beautiful and attractive, a beauty of intelligence mixed with sexiness.
Her full breasts, hidden behind the open collar, were like two majestic mountains towering before her chest, challenging all eyes. Her smooth, white, shiny skin, like mutton fat jade, emitted a captivating light, her sexy cleavage stood upright between her two breasts, a deep, inviting cleavage.
Her beautiful legs, wrapped in a layer of transparent silk stockings of flesh-colored color, smooth and transparent, hugging her long, plump, sexy and seductive legs. Under the layer of silk stockings, the soft white skin inside was slightly exposed, changing with every line of her beautiful legs, fully showing my mother’s beautiful legs with seductive silk stockings, extremely attractive, like a living work of art.
Beside them, a few male teachers kept glancing at my mother’s beautiful breasts and legs, their eyes filled with lust. My mother definitely knew this, her eyes revealed a hint of discomfort and disgust, but she didn’t show it at all, she still maintained a professional expression.
Very soon, they finished talking. According to the plan, my mother should return to school. The teachers of the third high school seemed to be asking my mother to stay for lunch, but my mother seemed to have rejected their good intentions and was preparing to pack up and leave.
“My bag and documents are still in the meeting room. You don’t need to come with me. I’ll just get my things and go home by myself. No need to be so polite.” I heard my mother talking to them from afar. Her clear voice echoed in the quiet hallway. Since there were few people left in the hallway, I heard it very clearly.
“Okay, Miss My, I hope to come to lecture again next time, let’s talk more!” An older teacher said, shaking my mother’s hand politely. Then, my mother walked away in a pair of red high heels, “click click click” the sound of her heels echoed like a piece of music. Several male teachers watched my mother’s back sway her plump hips as she left, two pairs of beautiful long legs with silk stockings intertwined as she walked, creating a seductive wave of flesh, the large hips under the tight red miniskirt became even more round and plump, like a balloon filled with water towering behind, the tight miniskirt seemed about to be torn apart, the feeling of plumpness and roundness came over them, they couldn’t help but swallow their saliva, then helplessly shook their heads, reluctantly also went downstairs, like hungry dogs.
Those teachers all went to eat in the cafeteria. I saw my mother walking in the opposite direction, which was the east end of this floor. From a distance, I saw a sign that seemed to say “Conference Room.” It seemed like my mother’s bag and some documents were temporarily left in the conference room. My mother had to get them before leaving.
The surrounding students and teachers had all left for the cafeteria, suddenly this floor became very quiet, a terrifying silence. I stood at this intersection waiting for my mother to come out, as long as I saw my mother drive away, I could go home with peace of mind.
I wonder if Anh Khoa came to see my mother, it seems he didn’t find it, I thought, a glimmer of hope.
Just as I was thinking about Anh Khoa, I saw a tall figure flashing out from the classroom next to the one my mother was teaching. It was Anh Khoa, like a ghost.
Why is he in the class next door?
Not going to your class?
I only saw that he did not look at me, his eyes were fixed on my mother’s back as she entered the conference room at the end of the hallway. He immediately walked over, before entering, he looked around a bit, his eyes were sharp as knives. I quickly hid to avoid being seen by him, then I saw him slither into the conference room, like a snake slithering into its hole.