Yao Liang said he was going to pursue my mom, but half a month has passed with no sign of any movement. Heh, it looks like he definitely has no chance. Then again, why would an independent, strong woman like my mom be interested in a little punk like him?
Living with my mom every day, I gradually grew closer to her and more dependent. Unlike the pure, innocent mother-son bond of my childhood, I would occasionally and involuntarily reveal my lustful feelings for her. Sometimes, I would even hug her slender, narrow waist or caress her full, elastic, silk-stockinged legs. But I knew the time wasn't right; I absolutely couldn't rush things. And whenever we had some physical contact, my mom would just give a faint smile and never stop my roving hands, as if she didn't mind at all. I had no idea if she knew about her darling son's absurd thoughts.
During this time, I also went online to research and compare information about the piece of silk cloth. The location of the large red dot was particularly noteworthy; it seemed the entire map was meant to highlight this specific spot. I spent a long time comparing it on Google Maps and finally determined that the current location of the red dot is at a university called "Jinghai University" in the suburbs of our Jingzhou City.
Thinking of this university, I remembered that Yao Liang's sister, Yao Wei, had mentioned she studied there. She was a sophomore now. Regardless, I decided to make time to go and check it out.
When the weekend came, I rented a bicycle and rode for over an hour before finally arriving at the university.
Thinking of the tall, sexy beauty Yao Wei, she had even invited me to her home for dinner. That day, she seemed to have a good impression of me. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. Maybe I could take the opportunity to try and make a move on her.
But today, I didn't want to look for her, lest she discover my real reason for being here. I had the piece of silk cloth in my pocket, planning to see if I could get a more precise fix on the location once I was inside.
Once inside Jinghai University, I realized just how huge it was. It truly lived up to its reputation as the best institution in Jingzhou. Even cycling around took a long time. Groups of students were scattered across the campus. Since summer was approaching, the girls were all dressed in cool, fashionable clothes, far more beautiful than the girls at my high school. It was a feast for the eyes.
After riding around for a good while, I still hadn't found any clues. The map was quite vague, only marking the general area. The university was so large that finding the spot was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Just as I was starting to get discouraged, a building suddenly caught my eye. Up ahead was an old-fashioned, high-rise building that stood in stark contrast to the university's otherwise modern architecture. The building was designed like an ancient pagoda, about four stories high, with a very sharp spire at the top.
I parked my bicycle by the roadside and walked up to the pagoda. There was a sign next to it introducing the building. It was called the "Tongyue Tower," an ancient structure. It used to be much smaller, but to protect the cultural relic, the government had continuously renovated and expanded it. Now, the university had converted it into a branch library.
I went inside the library. It had three floors and was completely modernized, not much different from my high school's library. Even though it was the weekend, quite a few students were there studying. It seemed the students at this university were all highly accomplished.
I wandered around the library aimlessly, hoping to find something interesting. After all, with such a conspicuous ancient building standing here, it was highly likely to be the location marked on the silk cloth.
When I got to the third floor, a sign indicated that one of the aisles contained "Ancient Texts and Classics." These were probably the most boring books, and almost no students were in this section. I browsed around for a bit. The shelves were filled with all sorts of original texts passed down from ancient times, some without even any annotations. My Chinese was never very good, so to me, they were practically incomprehensible.
The area was originally very quiet with no students around, when suddenly, a rhythmic "tap-tap-tap" of high heels echoed, sounding particularly jarring in the silence.
The sound of the heels clicking against the floor was alluring and elegant. I had a feeling the owner of these footsteps must be a beautiful woman, so I peeked out from behind a bookshelf.
I saw a stunningly beautiful and dignified, intellectual mature woman walking up the stairs. She had a sculpted nose, pearly white teeth, almond shaped eyes, and peach-like lips. Her willow leaf eyebrows were long and slender, and her skin was fair. Above her bright, large eyes, she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that gave off a strong "onee-san" vibe. Her straight, black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her full lips were painted with light red lipstick, and her exquisite face wore a somewhat serious expression. She wore a black shirt with a high, tightly fastened collar, but her chest was exceptionally full and prominent. The outline of her voluptuous breasts, which seemed ready to burst from her shirt, was clearly visible. The prim shirt, in turn, was contoured by the curves of her chest, creating a sensuous, fleshy allure. The hem of the shirt was tucked tightly into a high quality, coffee-colored, tight fitting pencil skirt. A designer belt cinched her narrow waist, perfectly accentuating her soft, graceful, and incredibly slim waist that one could almost span with a hand. The coffee-colored skirt fell to her knees, stretched taut over her full hips and thighs, creating many wrinkles. Although I couldn't see her hips from the front, the way the fabric was strained across them told me that her rear must be just as round and perky. Below the skirt, her shapely, well-proportioned calves were sheathed in transparent black stockings. Her legs, from the waist down, were extremely long, like a model's. On her feet were a pair of black 5 centimeter high heels, which further accentuated her intellectual, mature, and elegant femininity.
The woman with glasses was very tall. Judging by the not so high heels, I estimated her height to be between 1.75 and 1.78 meters. Her legs were incredibly long. She was holding a stack of books and exuded an intellectual, "onee-san" aura that seemed unapproachable, yet her stunningly sexy figure revealed an undeniable womanliness.
To see such a beautiful and sexy mature woman here, I was taken aback. Could she be a female professor at the university?
I spied on her from behind the bookshelf. She came up the stairs, turned, and walked toward a row of bookshelves nearby. I saw her from behind, and sure enough, her hips had the alluring charm of a mature woman. The coffee-colored skirt clung tightly to her full, round buttocks. The flesh was taut, and her plump, beautiful ass swayed with each step she took. As she walked, her slender waist swayed, her movements light and graceful. Her long, stockinged legs moved elegantly back and forth, and the full flesh of her hips swayed from side to side, it was incredibly sexy and tempting.
Compared to my mom's, this beautiful mature woman's hips seemed a little smaller, lacking the same round, full, and captivating allure. But the proportions of her legs seemed to approach the golden ratio, and she was a bit taller than my mom. She was wearing a tight fitting skirt, so I couldn't tell if her thighs were also full and firm.
She was browsing the bookshelf next to mine, seemingly looking for a book as she flipped through the volumes. We were separated by just one bookshelf, and I could smell the mature, feminine perfume wafting from her and hear the slow click of her high heels on the floor. My heart was pounding restlessly.
There was no one else around, and I thought maybe I could try to strike up a conversation with this beautiful mature woman. Don't mature women these days all like young studs like me? If we hit it off, maybe a romantic encounter was in the cards. Thinking of Yao Liang's handsome face, which I now found rather annoying, and how he had so many female friends with benefits, I felt a surge of indignation.
Pretending to be casual, I slowly walked around the end of the bookshelf. I saw her holding a book and flipping through it. From the side, she stood with her beautiful legs slightly bent in an elegant posture. Her shirt was stretched tight over her firm chest, the pencil skirt hugged her full, round hips, and her shapely, alluring legs in black stockings naturally outlined a beautiful, sexy curve, exuding a cold, seductive charm.
This woman was incredibly sexy. I swallowed hard and slowly walked over to her side, feeling a bit nervous. Her perfume was different from my mom's, a richer, more expensive fragrance that made me feel a little hot just smelling it.