I stared at the bruised Chen Xixuan, frozen in place. Why was it her?!
I helped her up and carried her to a nearby, deserted storage room. I closed the door and asked,
"What happened? Why is Gao Tianjian bullying you?"
"He said, 'Why do I like you and not him?' He said he wants to have me. He wants to destroy everything you love."
"So, those rumors around school are also his?"
"Yeah," Chen Xixuan nodded.
"That bastard!" Of course, I didn't want to get involved in Gao Tianjian's affairs, but since Chen Xixuan got into trouble this way because of me, there was no reason for me to stand by and watch.
Such a beautiful girl, a core member of the school tennis team, was beaten like this by Gao Tianjian, and it was all because of me.
Honestly, I was furious. This would be unbearable for any boy, let alone a teenager like me.
Imagine a girl confesses her love to you, and because of you, she's beaten and forced into submission by your enemies. How would you feel? Could you remain indifferent?
I certainly couldn't.
But Gao Tianjian was a tough one. Personally, I wasn't as strong as him, but his family background was comparable.
He couldn't completely crush me, but I couldn't surpass him either. Getting the upper hand against him wasn't easy.
But despite the difficulty, I couldn't just give up, unless I were a complete wimp.
I sent Chen Xixuan to the infirmary, comforted her, and then returned to class.
I prepared a speech and read it out at the student union meeting after school that afternoon.
It essentially said that I didn't want the student union or the campus atmosphere to be tainted by me, and I didn't want people to hate anyone because of me. I singled out a few individuals, discussed a number of campus matters, and concluded the meeting.
I still hold considerable influence within the student union and the campus itself. That's how I became student union president.
To prevent Gao Tianjian from further bullying Chen Xixuan, I took it upon myself to give her a week off, letting her go home and rest. Of course, she also had to leave school; with such a serious injury, she needed to take a leave of absence to recuperate. When I got home that evening, Mom wasn't there. She'd made dinner and left a sticky note:
"Mingming, Mom's busy at work today, so she won't be back to sleep. There's food on the table. Eat and finish your homework. Go to bed early, don't stay up late."
I opened the thermos bag; the food was still steaming. It looked like Mom had just left.
Was the company's situation really so dire that she couldn't even come home to sleep?
I ate, finished my homework, and went upstairs to continue tinkering with my bottles and jars.
But I wasn't in the mood tonight, perhaps because I wasn't used to being without Mom. I thought about it and decided to go to the company.
The company wasn't far from home, just one kilometer, and I jogged there. The closer I got, the more advertisements I saw about Mom, all showcasing the success story of Shanghai's cool queen. In Shanghai, Mom was a celebrity.
Arriving at the company, i found it much quieter than usual. Upon asking, I learned they'd laid off quite a few people, probably to cope with the crisis.
I went to the chairman's office on the 30th floor. Outside, I saw my mother on the phone. Apparently, there were problems with the supply of some materials needed by the R&D department. The company had suddenly changed its mind and refused to sell them. After repeated questioning, my mother knew
that Mingshuo had been behind the scenes. Xia Shi was in dire straits. If Xia Shi collapsed, these factories would have to face the powerful Mingshuo. They couldn't afford to offend Mingshuo again.
My mother's forehead was throbbing with anger, and she angrily hung up the phone.
I was a little hesitant to go in, but she noticed me, so I had to push the door open and step inside.
"Mom," I called softly.
"Why are you here?"
"I... nothing, I just wanted to come see you."
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Yes."
"It's already nine o'clock. Why don't you go to bed? What's the point of coming to the company?"
"I'm worried about you."
This was the first time I'd ever been so open with my innermost feelings. I saw my mother startled, then fell silent.
I made her a cup of coffee and brought it to her. "Mom, is the company situation difficult?"
"Just focus on your studies, don't worry about anything else," she said, as usual.
I realized something: my mom's seven-day punishment had been quietly and mysteriously broken.
I started talking to her again. Of course, even if it was a punishment, it didn't really make any difference.
Mom and I never chatted. When we did, it was always about something. The punishment was no small talk. Since she didn't talk to me, I sat by her side, looking through some documents.
She didn't scold me.
Twelve o'clock slipped by, and Mom was busy shuffling papers and making phone calls.
She hadn't even taken a sip of the coffee I made her. When I looked up, I found she had fallen asleep.
I quietly approached her and called a few times, but she didn't respond, still sound asleep.
I covered her with her black suit jacket; it was still quite cold that night.
I couldn't help but glance at her breasts. They were full and round, especially tall and firm, seemingly defying gravity.
She was alone and relaxed, so she had two buttons of her shirt undone. I could see the black lace bra she wore, the delicate white flesh lining the bra, and the deep, alluring cleavage. My little brother instantly woke up.
I squatted beside her, studying her features.
She had the classic Oriental face of an oval face with delicate features. Otherwise, people wouldn't call her the "cool queen." She was truly stunning.
Gazing at those thin, delicate lips, I felt the urge to kiss her, but I didn't dare.
Besides, I had just been caught masturbating yesterday. If she was upset with me again, I thought she'd be devastated. She was already overwhelmed by the company's problems.
I looked at her lower body. She was still wearing work clothes today, a white shirt on the upper body and a black hip skirt on the lower body. My mother's waist was very thin, which made her hips look big.
Even if you take her alone, she's quite plump. Her thighs,squeezed a bit by the chair, are a bit fleshy. Her legs are wrapped in thin black pantyhose, and her feet are covered in black high-heeled leather shoes.
Mom is truly beautiful, with a fantastic figure.
A talent scout once approached Mom and said that with her talent, if she became a star, she'd be a huge star within two years. Honestly, that's true. I don't think any of the current celebrities on TV are as pretty as Mom, especially with her incredible figure and elegant, cool demeanor. No one in the entertainment industry can match her.
Of course, Mom would have refused. She has a company behind her. How could she possibly abandon it and become an artist on her own?
There were all sorts of models for breasts, hands, and legs, but Mom turned them all down.
There was one offer she didn't refuse, or rather, she couldn't refuse: the Shanghai government's selection of her as the city's most beautiful face of the past five years. It was a great honor, and it brought a lot of fame to the company. Perhaps that's why Mom has been able to lead Xia Shi to become one of the city's leading cosmetics companies for the past ten years.
To be honest, I know very little about the past; I was still young then. I keep feeling that there are secrets I don't know that will affect my life and Mom's in the future.
As I was thinking, Mom woke up. Surprised I was still here, she asked, "Mingming, why aren't you back to bed?"
"I'll keep you company."
"I don't need you. Go back to bed. You're a student, why are you staying up all night with me?
You don't have classes the next day?"
I was unusually assertive and moved behind Mom. "Mom, you've had a tiring day. Let me give you a massage."
"No, you should go to bed."
I placed my hands on her shoulders and, despite her protests, began massaging them with a slight pressure.
Normally, Mom strictly forbade such close contact, but I knew she'd been
very delicate lately, so I was certain she wouldn't be too forceful. And sure enough, I was impressed by my own judgment and courage.
Mom's shoulders were so soft and thin, as if they had no bones. I kept my pressure very gentle, fearing I'd break them.
I'd learned some massage techniques, and when I had nothing better to do, I'd check them out. Mom enjoyed it immensely. Her body completely relaxed, no longer resisting me, and she even began to moan softly.
I listened to the sound of her close proximity, like a beautiful melody, leaving me with a lasting aftertaste.
This was a breakthrough in my relationship with Mom. I believed that after this experience, giving her massages again
wouldn't be difficult.
I could say, "You've already let me do it before, so what's the big deal about doing it again?"
A gentle breeze blew through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room was quiet. We enjoyed this rare, intimate moment together.
Before I knew it, Mom had fallen asleep again.
This time, I wasn't afraid. I mustered my courage and placed a gentle kiss on her red lips.
My heart raced after the kiss, the taboo between mother and son pounding against my heart.
But as I saw the corners of Mom's lips curl slightly, her furrowed brows softening slightly, I knew that subconsciously, she wasn't resisting her son's presence.
That night, I fell asleep on the sofa.
The next day, my mother woke me up.
She was a bit flustered because I was late.
Seeing my mother, who rarely panicked because of me, I felt a sense of joy and pride. Finally, she threw on a coat and drove me to school.
I arrived at school just as class was about to end. I took a closer look and saw that the trend of criticizing Chen Xixuan had significantly decreased. It seemed that my words had worked.
After all, Gao Tianjian's ability to get everyone to criticize Chen Xixuan was certainly due to his instigation and bribery, but it was also because these girls were more or less jealous of Chen Xixuan. But as soon as I, the main character, spoke up, these girls, fearing I would dislike them or think I was petty, would stop.
Instigation and bribery could not match the passion these adolescent girls showed for the person they loved.
During the last class, it was time for the weekly group activity. This time, it was a piggyback race. Each class sent a student to choose a teacher. The winner would then compete to see who reached the finish line first. The winner would receive the class honor award.
I've never had much interest in such things, but when I saw Gao Tianjian there, carrying their English teacher, a petite woman with a look of contempt for those around her, I resolutely joined in.
Naturally, no one would compete with me, and everyone was surprised at how I, usually quite calm, could suddenly become so competitive.
When it came time to choose a teacher, I chose without hesitation my Chinese teacher, also my homeroom teacher.
It was she who called my mother to tell her about the monthly exam. Han Yan.
She's the youngest and most beautiful female teacher in our school, and was recently named an Outstanding Teacher in Shanghai. She has a gentle and soft personality, reminiscent of a Jiangnan woman.
I chose her, naturally, because she's the lightest of our teachers; the others are either male or very heavy.
Even so, she was a little surprised and blushed when I chose her. After all, being carried by a male student is not something that goes untouched.
She was wearing work clothes today: a light blue shirt, a white, hip-hugging skirt, and sheer, flesh-colored tights covering her legs. While I'm no pervert, seeing the voluptuous Teacher Han Yan in such a sexy outfit made me want to be.
I went over and lifted her up on my back. It was much lighter than I'd imagined. I'd expected her to have gained a lot of weight in her curvaceous figure, but I wasn't expecting her to be so incredibly light.
"Xia Ming, take it easy," Teacher Han Yan whispered in my ear. Perhaps nervous, her
breath rushed into my ears, tickling me and making me feel even more horny.
My hand cupped the hollow of her stockinged leg, feeling the grain of the stockings and the warmth of her body, and
a wave of ecstasy washed over me. She was a little nervous, her body tense. I said, "Teacher, don't be afraid, please trust me."
But this had the opposite effect, and her body tensed even more. I didn't dare say anything more, and waited quietly for the gunshot.
After a "bang", I rushed out with the teacher on my back.
Although I couldn't beat Gao Tianjian, my physical strength was not inferior to his and I'm faster than him.
The race was only a hundred meters, and it would be over in the blink of an eye.
I saw anger welling in his eyes, and then he gave me a wink. Suddenly, someone
ran in front of me, and I had to slow down, otherwise I would have crashed into him and both the teacher and I would have been injured.
After this accident, Gao Tianjian had passed me by a lot, and the remaining distance was not enough for me to overtake.
At that moment, the beautiful teacher Han Yan whispered in my ear, "Xia Ming, keep going, you must win!"
My fighting spirit was suddenly ignited, and I had endless energy. I surpassed Gao Tianjian in one fell swoop and reached the finish line first.
After the race, Gao Tianjian looked at me coldly, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and resentment. I looked at him coldly in return.
I don't like to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either. The Chen Xixuan incident was like he was taking advantage of me. If I
didn't say anything, I would really be a coward.
This competition was just a show of strength; there were more serious things to come.
"Xia Ming, wipe your sweat," Teacher Han Yan approached me with a few tissues and handed them to me.
I looked at Teacher Han Yan, wearing a light blue shirt, her breasts stretched tight against the collar.
Remembering just now, thosetwo soft lumps of flesh rubbing against my back, I felt a wave of sweetness. Her approach brought a gust of fragrant air, refreshing my heart. I couldn't help but wonder if her rapid promotion had been by seducing the school leaders. But no,such a beautiful woman couldn't become the plaything of those jerk school leaders.
When I got home that evening, Mom had already made dinner and left a sticky note for me, then went to work at the company.
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