Chapter 6 – The Devil’s Prescription
The next morning, my mother drove me to the hospital. The sun was shining on her lips, but her smile did not reach my eyes. My mother was happy. She was happy that her son had hope, she was excited about the so-called “new treatment regimen”. As for me, I was silent, a silence as heavy as lead.
Mom didn’t have to go to work today. She wore a gray T-shirt that clung tightly to her full breasts. They felt heavy, defiant, towering and proud, as if ready to tear the thin fabric to reveal all their fullness. Below, dark blue jeans hugged her round, curvaceous hips. Her long legs ended in red heels, revealing the white insteps. Mom was a work of art of flesh, a beauty that no man could deny.
The hospital was empty. We were quickly called into Dr. Hoang’s office.
He was still the same, cold as a wax statue. I wondered if there were any men who were immune to my mother. Dr. Hoang, with his professional and trustworthy appearance, seemed to be one of them. He pointed to the chair and took out my report.
“Hello Doctor Hoang,” Mom’s voice was sweet, “I heard there is a new treatment plan for my son Huy?”
Dr. Huang pointed to two films on the light board. “Here. The left one is at discharge, penile nerve efficiency 0.36% – almost zero. The right one is the latest result, 3.58%. A tenfold increase in half a month.”
Mother cried out. “You mean he’s recovering well?”
Doctor Hoang turned to look at me, then looked at my mother. “You’ll have to ask your son about this.”
“Huy?” Mom turned, her eyes fixed on me, full of worry.
My throat was dry. But then I looked at my mother, at the seductive woman sitting beside me, at the breasts heaving under her shirt, at the plump buttocks on the chair. A hot wave ran down my spine. And I began to tell. I told everything. About Minh Khoi, about the cup of tea, about the fall, about the nights I struggled with myself, about my sick experiment. I told it calmly, as if I were telling someone else’s story.
Mother was stunned. Her face was white, her lips moving without forming words. She seemed lifeless.
Dr. Hoang spoke up, breaking the silence. “That’s the situation. This is a case of recovery at the psychological level. My advice, as a medical professional, is that if you want to continue in this direction, you must follow the principle of one step at a time.”
Mother finally came to her senses. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Will it help my child?”
“The report is right here,” he replied curtly.
Mom was silent for a long time, her eyes constantly scanning me, as if searching for an explanation. I didn’t dare look straight at her, just kept my head down. Finally, she stood up. “Okay. Thank you, doctor. We’ll go home and check it out.”
She walked quickly, as if running away. I followed silently.
On the way home, Mom didn’t say a word. The air in the car was thick. I knew she was angry. Her anger was always a terrifying silence, like before a storm.
That night, there was a knock on my door. Mom stood there, in a dark blue silk nightgown, her hair loose around her shoulders, exuding the familiar scent of shampoo. She walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for me to sit next to her.
“Huy,” she hesitated, “When did you discover that… detail?”
“The cuckold plot,” I said bluntly.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice small.
“I overheard Minh Khoi and Ky Nam talking in the bathroom. They were talking about mom…”
“What did you say?” Mom’s eyes sharpened.
“They say you’re sexy. You’re beautiful. They like you. And…”
“And what?”
“They said you looked so slutty. They wanted to… fuck you.”
Mother’s face turned red. “Where did you learn such vulgar language?”
“They said it. I just heard it.”
She was silent, but I saw a flash of curiosity in her eyes. “That Minh Khoi… what else did he say?”
“He said he was a master and would get his mother into bed sooner or later.”
“You brats!” Mother snapped, but her voice was no longer angry, but one of contempt and amusement. She looked at me. “What do you think?”
“When I heard it, I was very angry. But… I felt excited. My place was hot. I went online to look it up, and found out about the ‘cuckold plot’. I don’t want this either, but I want to be normal, I want to get married!”
Mother suddenly hugged me, burying my head in her deep chest. “My poor son…” The scent of milk and her warm skin enveloped me, a contradictory comfort.
After a moment, she let me go. “Send me what you saw. I need to know what’s going on.”
It was a gamble. I didn’t just send individual stories. I sent the entire “833-volume Cuckold Story Collection”, along with a series of articles on sexual liberation in mature women. I dropped that bomb on her Zalo and waited with bated breath.
A week of hell passed. Mom didn’t say a word to me. The air in the house was cold. I knew she had seen. The silence was more terrifying than a hurricane.
Until Saturday night. Mom called me into the living room. She had been drinking, her eyes were red.
“I saw,” her voice was hoarse.
I was silent.
“Do you think I am that kind of person?” She burst into tears, a cry of despair. “A slutty woman, so lacking in men that she would do such sick things?”
“Slap!” A slap burned his cheek. “You pervert! How could you think of your mother like that?”
She screamed, smashing the cup on the table. “Go away! Go away!”
I lost. I quietly went back to my room.
But in the middle of the night, my bedroom door opened slightly. Mom walked in, reeking of alcohol. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and in the darkness, all I could hear was her heavy breathing.
“That Minh Khoi…” she whispered, her voice trembling, “…did he really… think about me like in those stories?”
My heart pounded. “More than that,” I replied dryly.
Mother was silent for a long time. A fierce internal struggle. Finally, she took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the humiliation of the world.
“…If… if that can really cure me…”
She stopped.
“…Then… I will try. But this is my sacrifice. You must remember that.”
She staggered away, leaving me alone in the darkness, with a devil’s pact just sealed with tears and despair. Our game, had officially begun.