Chapter 8: The Lewd Photos in the Phone
I lay on my bed, thinking about everything that had happened recently. Although I hated Chen Le with every fiber of my being, I couldn't help but admire him. He had orchestrated everything so perfectly, playing us all in the palm of his hand: Xinyan, me, Teacher Qin, and even my mom. But the betrayal from a friend, the humiliation from someone I once trusted, made me wish he would just drop dead.
I took out the phone Chen Le had given me. It had no password and unlocked instantly. The first thing that filled the screen was a photo of a woman wearing crotchless stockings, her big ass raised high as she knelt on a toilet. Her plump, fair white ass was covered in obscene semen, and she looked back at the camera with a vacant, dazed expression. I could tell at a glance it wasn't my mom. While her ass was big, it was a size smaller than my mom's. It was Teacher Qin. But this wasn't the toilet in Teacher Qin's house; it looked more like one in a public restroom.
"Ugh... what a lewd bitch," I cursed viciously under my breath.
I looked through the phone. Besides a few basic functions, there was nothing else, and there was no SIM card. However, it was connected to Wi-Fi. It seemed Chen Le had prepared it in advance. I opened WeChat and found only one contact, it had to be Chen Le no doubt about it. I tried to add other contacts, but it was impossible. It seemed WeChat had been tampered with as well. Just then, a message came through.
"If you're bored, check out the photo album, or maybe the videos and novels I've prepared for you."
"Don't worry, I'll update it for you in real-time, so you don't have to."
Seeing Chen Le's message, I first responded with a sixty-second voice message filled with enough curses to make a sailor blush. Then I tried to say something else, but I didn't know what. What else could I do besides curse him?
"Don't be so excited. Your mom is right next to me. Keep it up and she will come back and spank your ass." Hearing Chen Le's taunt, I was completely enraged.
"What the hell are you doing? Get the hell out of my house!" I demanded angrily.
"Why, I'm fucking your mom, of course. What else would I be doing in your house?"
Hearing Chen Le's words, I let loose another torrent of curses, but he remained unfazed.
"Chen Le, motherfucker! You want to die, is that it? The moment I get out of here, you're dead."
"How did you know I was fucking your mom? You really are a top student, guessing it right away." Listening to Chen Le's merciless taunts, I was on the verge of a breakdown. Then he sent another voice message. There were no words, just a continuous sound.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. The sound of spanking came from the phone. I couldn't see the scene, but I knew it all too well. I had witnessed and heard it firsthand at Teacher Qin's house.
Listening to the smacking sounds was like a sharp knife being twisted in my heart. It wasn't hard to imagine what was happening in my house right then: my mom kneeling on the floor, her plump, alluring ass raised high for Chen Le, as he slapped it again and again, leaving bright red handprints.
I was furious, humiliated, and wished I were dead. This was all my fault. If I hadn't beaten him up on the basketball court, none of this would have happened, and my mom wouldn't be suffering such humiliation.
And Chen Le, far away at my house, seemed to read my mind, sending a text message.
"How do you know that your mom is not willing? That she's not begging for my big hand to spank her big ass?"
Seeing this, I was about to explode with rage. My palm clenched the phone tightly. If I had been any stronger, I probably would have crushed it. Then, I threw the phone across the room.
I lay powerlessly on the bed. Regret, annoyance, unwillingness, humiliation, they all surged through me at once. My mind was a complete mess. I just lay there, my gaze vacant, my eyes unable to focus, my entire eye socket filling with tears.
Thump, thump, thump. A knock on the door woke me up. I saw a young woman in a police uniform standing outside, holding a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks. "Time to eat," she said, placing the items on the ground before closing the door and leaving. Only after hearing the crisp sound of the lock did I slowly get up. Moving like a zombie, I walked to the door, picked up the breakfast, ate it, and then lay back down on the bed.
My mind was empty. A deep sense of despair and powerlessness left me not knowing what to do.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep again. I didn't wake up until there was a knock at the door for dinner. I saw the lunch left on the table. I guessed the person who delivered it at noon saw me sleeping and didn't want to wake me. Looking at the appetizing meal, I had no appetite, but I couldn't just starve. I forced down a couple of mouthfuls and lay back down.
Just then, I heard a WeChat notification sound from under the bed. I remembered it was the phone I had thrown last night. I fished it out from under the bed and looked at it. To my surprise, it wasn't broken. Maybe when I threw it, it landed on the bed first and then fell under.
I opened WeChat and saw a message from Chen Le: "So, have you finished enjoying the photos and videos?"
There were also the voice messages he had sent last night. Curiosity got the better of me, and I listened to them. The first few were just the smack, smack, smack sounds of flesh hitting flesh. After that came the sound of water, like someone was showering. One of them had a slurp, slurp sound. Then came more smack, smack, smack, smack sounds, but this time they sounded muffled compared to the earlier ones.
Of course, I knew what these sounds meant. But what broke me the most was the last one. It was my mom's moan. It lasted for over fifty seconds, high-pitched throughout, until the final moan slowly faded, followed by a long sigh, and then silence.
I set the phone aside and, just like last night, stared blankly and helplessly at the ceiling before drifting into a deep sleep. I had already slept for a day and a night, but I fell asleep again quickly. Perhaps only in sleep could I escape reality.
In my dream, I returned home. Just as I was about to open the door, it clicked open, and the person standing before me was Chen Le. I opened my mouth to curse, but it was as if he couldn't hear me. I reached out to grab his collar, but my body wouldn't move.
And there was my mom, kneeling on the floor with her clothes in disarray, one hand on the ground, the other wiping away tears. Just as Chen Le was about to walk out the door, my mom spoke. "Don't go, okay?" Her voice was so helpless and pitiful.
"Since Teacher Lin doesn't welcome me, why should I stay?"
"N-no... I'm not... not unwelcoming," my mom stammered.
"Then why haven't you done a single thing I asked?"
"I... I..." Mom seemed to find it hard to say, but Chen Le cut her off harshly.
"You... you... you what? If you have nothing to say, then shut up." After saying that, he spoke to my mom in a calm tone.
"I've already told the little bitch that I'm on my way over. I imagine she's stripped naked and kneeling by the door, waiting for me by now. And then I look at you. You're no fun at all."
The little bitch Chen Le was talking about was, of course, Teacher Qin. I looked toward Teacher Qin's house, and my gaze passed right through her front door. Just as Chen Le had said, Teacher Qin was kneeling by the door with her ass raised high, completely naked. Her round, plump ass was stuck up, her waist dipped, her upper body low, her hands stacked and forearms parallel to the ground as she supported herself, her forehead resting on the back of her hands. It was the perfect posture of a submissive bitch.
After Chen Le's verbal manipulation, my mom hung her head helplessly, sobbing softly as she slumped to the ground, at a loss.
"Cry, cry, cry. All you do is cry. Don't you enjoy being fucked by me? What's with the act? Isn't it tiring to be so prim and proper all the time?"
"I know, Teacher Lin, you've been enjoying it a lot lately. And the more I humiliate you, the more excited you get. Every time, your slutty pussy grips me so tightly. Your perfect figure with those huge tits and fat ass is even better than the little bitch's. And on top of that, your unparalleled temperament makes you the perfect candidate for a sex slave."
Hearing Chen Le's praise, my mom, who had been hanging her head with silent tears, slightly lifted her head, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes.
"But, since you're unwilling, forget it. Anyway, I still have the little bitch. I've gotten my fill of fucking you lately. Besides having a better figure and temperament than the little bitch, your skills in bed aren't even one ten-thousandth of hers. I'm really losing interest in you."
"Forget it. I'm going to go play with that well-behaved and obedient little bitch, Teacher Qin."
"I... I... I'll be obedient, okay? Please, don't... don't go." Just as Chen Le was about to step out the door, my mom finally spoke.
"It's fine, Teacher Lin. It's no fun. I'm leaving. The little bitch, Teacher Qin, is waiting for me."
With that, Chen Le left without looking back, leaving my mom sitting slumped on the floor in a daze.
My gaze followed Chen Le to Teacher Qin's door. When he opened it, the sight that greeted him was Teacher Qin, naked, kneeling on the floor with her plump ass raised high.
"Your little bitch, Qin Yuanyuan, welcomes the Master."
Her voice was fawning, her posture subservient, her pose lewd, a complete and utter slut. Although she was completely naked, her face was made up with exquisite makeup. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons. Her huge breasts, even without the constraint of a bra, still had a cleavage that seemed bottomless. Her slender, snake-like waist contrasted sharply with her exaggeratedly plump ass.
"Mm." Chen Le merely scanned Teacher Qin's body for two seconds before walking straight to the sofa, sitting down, and crossing his legs. It seemed he was used to such scenes. Teacher Qin followed behind him, crawling on all fours.
Chen Le beckoned to Teacher Qin, who obediently straightened her upper body. Moving on her knees, she came to his side and began massaging his thighs with her hands. Chen Le, in turn, stroked her head, just like a master petting an animal. Chen Le's face was full of doting affection, while Teacher Qin's was beaming with happiness.
"I'm hungry. Go make me some fried rice."
"Yes, Master Daddy." Teacher Qin, with her hands on the ground, crawled towards the kitchen like a bitch, occasionally wagging her ass and looking back at Chen Le with a foolish, adoring expression.
A moment later, a fragrant plate of fried egg rice was ready. Chen Le got up, walked to the dining table, and sat down to taste the fried rice his obedient bitch had made for him. Teacher Qin, very consciously, knelt under the table. (All of this, which would seem extremely exaggerated to an outsider, appeared completely natural here.) She unzipped Chen Le's pants, and a thick, dark cock sprang out, smacking against Teacher Qin's face. Teacher Qin pouted her lips, seeming to say angrily, "Only you would bully me. Letting you bully me, letting you bully me..." As she spoke, she gently poked the head of Chen Le's cock with her fingers. Chen Le reached out and stroked the head of Teacher Qin, who was kneeling under the table.