The clouds, having secretly tasted human wine, blushed and turned into the evening sunset. The warm, pervasive sunlight shone upon this southern city, bringing with it warmth and illumination. The sun cast a captivating glow; its temperature was no longer intense like midday, but merely a residual warmth that soothed people, making them feel cozy and almost drunk.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling~"
The final bell of the week rang at a key high school in the city, announcing the arrival of the weekly holiday. To the students' ears, it sounded like divine music. The moment the teacher dismissed the class, the enormous classroom instantly scattered like birds and beasts, and all the students rushed out.
I was the first to move, twisting my bulky body and running ahead of everyone. I completely ignored the contemptuous look from the "Old Witch" on the stage. All I wanted right now was to rush home and see my beloved mobile phone. The dazzling world of the internet held me captive, and I had craved it for a week; every moment spent at school, I missed it dearly.
As for the Old Witch, she had no affection for me; I was arguably the student she hated the most. I still remember her critique of me: "Drowsy on Monday, drowsy on Tuesday, only rushes to the cafeteria to eat on Wednesday, looks forward to Friday on Thursday, and mentally checks out of the classroom by Friday."
This was the Old Witch's commentary, delivered in front of the entire class. Honestly, such sharp words are extremely damaging to the ego of a high-schooler, but I had no ground to object, as the facts were exactly as she described. My grades were terrible; I was a permanent fixture among the top few ranks in the class—of course, I mean the bottom ranks.
Compounding this, I was quite fat, earning me the nickname "Little Fatty" or similar. Because of my appearance and grades, I was very insecure. Not only was I disliked by teachers and classmates, but even at home, my mother never gave me a good look. Moreover, since some of my thoughts appeared and were acted upon, she noticed and became even more guarded against me. Even when she left the house, she would firmly lock her bedroom door, leaving me no opportunity whatsoever.
Mom grew to hate me even more. Although she rarely used foul language, it was clear from her eyes that she intensely disliked me, mixed with anger and the disappointment of 'having a spoiled child' (hating iron for not becoming steel). It seemed the love she had for me was slowly being withdrawn and transferred entirely to my younger sister.
Even my sister, who used to be so sweet, youthful, and trusting, was now being pulled in by Mom to guard against me. She hid her cheerful little panties and bras, ensuring I had no chance to get my hands on them. Suddenly, it felt like I was the outsider in my own home, with the two women united against me.
The root cause of all my troubles began when I entered high school and could only return home once a week. This was also when I finally got my own mobile phone, and I gradually came into contact with numerous temptations. The internet was simply too convenient. After an initial curious contact, I quickly became obsessed. I browsed all sorts of erotic websites and quickly became a pro at finding content. Even after Mom deleted all my "study materials" from my phone, I could get everything back within ten minutes.
Among the many erotic genres, I particularly favored incest themes. No other reason than the fact that my mother was perfectly described by those novels. Tall and slender, she exuded an air of nobility and untouchability from her years as a company executive. The pair of high, prominent breasts and the perky, full, mature hips behind her were my dream existence. Her usual work attire—a tight pencil skirt, stockings, and high heels—was a lethal poison to me, irresistibly driving me to harbor bold thoughts.
But my mother, Ning Yao, was naturally not some ordinary housewife. Having played mind games in the corporate world for years, she instantly sensed my intentions and tried to stamp them out. She started paying closer attention to her image. At home, she was always completely covered up, wearing loose, large clothes even in the scorching summer, hiding her incredibly tempting body and revealing only her fair wrists and small feet. But even this was deadly to me.
Her pale, tender arms—I couldn't imagine how soft they were—made me want to touch those delicate hands more than once. Her jade-like feet, round and smooth like stars or diamonds, were as white and plump as silkworm larvae, perfectly aligned. I had fantasized countless times about putting those beautiful feet in my mouth and tasting them; I wondered what kind of intoxicating flavor they might have.
But Mom was extremely cautious. Even the clothes she changed out of, no matter how busy she was or how little time she had, she would immediately wash and hang on the balcony, strictly warning me not to touch them, or my allowance for the following week would be zero. I had no choice but to give up that idea.
My younger sister, Lin Mengmeng, also inherited Mom's excellent genes and was exceptionally pretty. However, unlike Mom's personality, she was gentle, sweet, and adorable. I don't know how many people envied me for having such a sister when we were little. Looking at her innocent face, I couldn't help but associate her with the brother-sister incest depicted in erotic videos. Sometimes when I'd hug or kiss her, she'd look at me with big, innocent eyes and giggle, completely unaware of any need for defense. This made me almost certain I had an opportunity.
But Ning Yao quickly discovered the situation. She flew into such a terrible rage that even now, recalling it sends shivers down my spine. I had never seen her like that—fierce like a mother animal protecting its young, though her fury was directed at her other young one. Since then, my sister gradually grew distant from me, and under Ning Yao's strict management, all her clothing was properly stored, and she was told to keep a distance from me, as if I were some kind of dangerous beast.
The state of constant vigilance at home greatly hurt me. Coupled with my immersion in inappropriate websites, my excellent grades from middle school plummeted, and I became a perennial low-achiever, usually dead last, in the key experimental class. I had no friends, and sometimes when I was upset, I would binge eat. This led to my current bloated body and fewer friends.
Later, Mom severely controlled and managed my diet at the dinner table, but this only made me crave junk food more intensely when I was at school. In this vicious cycle, I had become a fat slob whose mind was constantly filled with pornography. I did consider trying to improve, but Mom's guarded eyes and severe expression would instantly make me abandon the thought, making me think, just let myself rot.
After school let out, I ran quickly toward home because my phone was still there. I wanted to take it to school, but Mom managed me too strictly; I absolutely had to hand over my phone to her before going to school, or she wouldn't give me any living expenses. This kind of coercive pressure made me very uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do—I needed the money, so I had to obey her.
Crossing the familiar neighborhood, I ran up the stairwell. My heavy body left me panting by the time I reached the door, but all I wanted was my phone, so I knocked.
"Lin Mengmeng, open the door!"
My sister is also in high school, one year below me. She should definitely be home before me.
But there was no response from inside. I took out my own key and opened the door.
"Where is she? How come she's not back yet?"
I looked around the empty apartment. She hadn't returned. That shouldn't be right.
I thought carefully and recalled seeing a figure at the school gate that looked somewhat familiar. I mumbled to myself, "Could that person have been my sister? I remember she had someone next to her... was it a boy?"
This thought immediately startled me. Driven by a protective urge toward my sister, or perhaps a different kind of thought, I immediately went to my room, pulled my phone from the drawer, quickly powered it on, and called her.
"Hello?"
The call connected quickly, and my sister's unique, sweet, and playful voice came through. I anxiously asked, "Mengmeng, where are you? Why aren't you home yet?"
"Who is it?"
A male voice came from the other end of the line, instantly escalating my panic. My suspicion was confirmed, and my heart burned with anxiety. I couldn't help but ask, "What time is it? Why are you still not back?"
"Oh, it's nothing, that's just my brother," my sister replied, addressing someone next to her before answering my question. This irritated me immensely.
"Is it late now? School just ended. I'll be back later, I'm hanging out with friends for a bit." My sister's voice was unhurried, showing no intention of returning home.
"You weren't like this before! You always came straight home, why are you acting like this now?" I was infuriated by my sister's unhurried tone, and my voice involuntarily changed pitch.
"Is your brother okay? Why is he like that?" That person seemed very close to my sister; I could hear his words clearly.
Then, my sister's next words chilled me to the bone. Perhaps she didn't realize I could hear her, or perhaps she just didn't care about my feelings, as she quietly said, "He's just like this. Just ignore him."
I'm your brother! How could you say something like that?! My mind was instantly a mess, and my tone changed without realizing it.
"Lin Mengmeng, come home right now!"
"Ugh, so annoying! Do you need to control when I come back? So irritating!" I never expected my sister, who I remembered as soft and cute, to speak to me in such a tone. I was furious, and as I was about to say something more, I heard laughter from the background. The sound was a ruthless mockery directed right at me, and amplified through my sister's phone, it felt like the most devastating blow.
I wanted to say more, but the chance was gone.
"Doo-doo-doo..."
The call was disconnected.
The call-ended screen on my phone seemed to mock my powerlessness. I felt my legs gradually become weak and limp. The phone clattered to the floor with a "thud." I sat down hard on the ground, my heart sinking halfway into my chest, the whole world feeling as if it had collapsed, my heart beating violently.