It felt like I had slept a deep, restful sleep—the kind I hadn't experienced in a long time.
My body was warm, basking in the sensation of sunlight.
"Sunlight? What time is it?"
Li Qiang's consciousness sharpened abruptly, but strangely, his body seemed unresponsive.
His brain sent command after command, and only after several attempts did his hands and legs finally reconnect with his mind.
The sensation was bizarre, yet undeniably real.
"Huh?" What kind of sleeping position was this?
Didn't I get into a car accident? Am I in the hospital?
Open your eyes! Open them! Why won't they open?
Sounds began to filter in.
Noisy, chaotic—footsteps climbing stairs, a door opening, chairs scraping against desks, disjointed conversations… Then, after another door opened, everything fell silent, as if rehearsed.
Li Qiang continued struggling to control his body, burning with curiosity about his current whereabouts.
A gentle woman's voice reached his ears.
"Class, let's begin. Everyone, open your 23rd mock exam paper…" Wait, was that his mother's voice?
The rustling of papers filled the air. Someone behind him whispered, "Hey, did you finish it? I didn't. Give me the answers later."
"Thump." Someone to his right patted his shoulder. "Stop sleeping, class has started."
The gentle voice spoke again, "Starting from the first question, Xu Bing, you begin, and we'll go in order." After a pause, her tone sharpened. "Students still lying down, get up now."
The person on his right nudged him again, and it was as if a blocked acupoint had suddenly been cleared—Li Qiang jolted upright.
Before him was a classroom both unfamiliar and deeply familiar. Standing at the podium was his mother, Ye Cifen—a younger version of her, teaching Chinese.
At thirty-six, Ye Cifen looked no older than twenty-five or twenty-six, yet her figure had grown even fuller and more mature. Even in the loose, gray suit dress she wore today, she couldn't conceal her ample chest and rounded hips. Below her knee-length skirt, her calves were as fair and smooth as fresh lotus roots. Her high-heeled sandals clicked softly as she walked, and her shoulder-length black hair swayed with every turn. Every gesture exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. At the low-cut neckline of her dress, a gold necklace glimmered, resting against her snow-white décolletage and the faint hint of cleavage.
The person who had patted him earlier—Guo Dong!
Why was he here? Was this a dream? Li Qiang pinched himself hard. It hurt! He pinched again. Still hurt!
Guo Dong looked at him as if he were an idiot. "What's wrong with you? Did you go thieving last night?"
Staring at his mother on the podium, Li Qiang remained in a daze, completely ignoring Guo Dong.
Was this his former senior year classroom?
Suddenly, Li Qiang noticed the words written in the top left corner of the blackboard: "48 Days Until the College Entrance Exams!!!"
One by one, his classmates stood up, reading questions and answers from their exam papers…
Li Qiang sat there, lost in thought, absentmindedly flipping through a book until noon when classes ended.
The classroom gradually emptied until only Li Qiang remained. He picked up a small mirror a female classmate had left on a desk. The reflection was unmistakably his own—just much younger.
The physical sensations and the chain of thoughts were crystal clear. Li Qiang was certain he wasn't dreaming.
If this wasn't a dream, then there was only one explanation for everything before him: his soul had returned to 1992, his senior year of high school. There were only 48 days left until the college entrance exam. He was just 18 years old, and the event that would haunt him for the rest of his life had not yet happened.
Damn it! Only 48 days until the exam. It would have been better if he had come back two months earlier or two months later. In his current state, how could he possibly take the exam? What could he rely on? What if he failed?
Better go home for lunch first.
In his previous life, Li Qiang had lived an extremely complicated existence. His father, Li Zhetai, was from Hangzhou and a history professor at Hangzhou University. His mother, Ye Cifen, was from Chongqing. His father had been frail since childhood and didn't fall in love with the 18-year-old Ye Cifen until he was 35. Li Qiang was born from this union, which was also the origin of his name—simply hoping he would have a strong and healthy body.
Li Qiang's parents did not have a good relationship. First, because of the significant age gap, and second, because when the 35-year-old Li Zhetai fell in love with his 18-year-old student Ye Cifen, the couple was publicly denounced on a criticism platform. From then on, Li Zhetai's relatives considered Ye Cifen a curse, while Ye Cifen's family blamed Li Zhetai. As a result, both sides of the family held grudges against each other and cut off contact. This rift also created a crack in the couple's relationship.
Moreover, after being publicly denounced, they lost most of their friends. The pressures of life and work weighed heavily on Li Zhetai and Ye Cifen, leaving them breathless. They spoke less and less, and Li Qiang often overheard arguments from his parents' room.
The relationship between Ye Cifen and Li Zhetai grew increasingly cold. Eventually, Li Zhetai moved out of the bedroom, and the couple began living separately. Gradually, Li Zhetai started traveling for archaeological digs, often gone for months at a time. However, they became increasingly doting toward their only son, Li Qiang. Because his father had been frail since childhood, they obtained a traditional Chinese medicine formula for strengthening the body and nourishing the kidneys. From a young age, they fed Li Qiang medicinal soups.
Later, Li Qiang grew tired of drinking the soup and even felt nauseated. Ye Cifen had a sudden idea to mix the medicinal soup into their daily dishes. This way, Li Qiang was essentially consuming the medicine with every meal. It wasn't until much later that Li Qiang learned this formula was meant to strengthen the body, nourish yin, and tonify the kidneys—commonly known as an aphrodisiac tonic. For a normal person, long-term consumption could indeed strengthen the body. However, Li Qiang had been taking it since infancy, which led to an abnormal enhancement of his sexual capabilities.
His penis, when erect, measured a full 22 centimeters in length and was as thick as a child's fist. His ejaculation volume and endurance were even more extraordinary. In his previous life, he once engaged in uninterrupted intercourse for 24 hours, ejaculating thirteen times. Afterward, he still had energy left but fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.
It was precisely because of these abnormal sexual capabilities that, during his university years in his previous life, Li Qiang once returned home and accidentally saw his mother bathing. Unable to control himself, he raped her. From then on, his mother became extremely cold toward him.
Later, he used various means to obtain many women. Just before graduating from university at the age of 21, a rival framed him, and he was convicted of rape. He was sentenced to ten years in prison. During those ten years, only his mother visited him. His father had passed away when Li Qiang was 20.
Returning to society, no one wanted a man who had served time in prison. He could only survive by working as a male prostitute at a club, a job he did for eight years. During that time, he mastered two skills: controlling his sexual desires and controlling the timing of his ejaculation, able to climax at will or hold back as needed.
Later, he opened a factory, got married, and had a daughter. It wasn't until early 2019 that his life came to an end when he was hit by a car.
Recalling the fragments of his past life, Li Qiang found himself back at the doorstep of his home without even realizing it.
Li Qiang's home was a single-story house with its own yard, purchased the previous year. The house spanned over 140 square meters, with a modest vegetable garden in front. Back then, Li Qiang had no idea that after graduating from university, he would never return to this house. On several drunken nights, he had genuinely missed the days spent within these walls.
Pushing open the gate and parking his bicycle, Li Qiang was suddenly overwhelmed with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension.
"Mom, I'm home." In the kitchen, there was still a coal-burning stove specifically used for stewing. Such a stove seemed out of place in a tiled kitchen, but back then, they had chosen it for its energy efficiency. Although the stove had since been removed, the memory lingered.
"Is that Qiangqiang back?" A gentle, clear voice came from the kitchen, followed by the graceful appearance of a mature woman in a gray pencil skirt suit and a green apron tied around her waist. She stood at the dining room doorway, holding a steaming plate of stir-fried vegetables.
Ye Cifen's face lit up with a smile. "You're back a bit later than usual today. Dinner is almost ready. I stewed chicken for you—my son is about to take the college entrance exams, so you need to nourish your brain. Mom is hoping you'll come back with great results!"
Father Li Zhetai came downstairs from the second floor and sighed. "Ah, ever since kindergarten, your mom and I have paid top dollar for your education. This college entrance exam is all up to you now. But with your current grades, I'm afraid it's going to be tough."
Ye Cifen secretly pinched her husband's side, her expression shifting. "You're always like this! At a time like this, instead of encouraging our son, what are you doing? Do you want him to slack off and end up in some lousy school? What's the point of that?!"
Realizing his mistake, the father nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, you're right. This time, it's all up to you!"
Looking at his now 65-year-old father, whose hair had turned white and whose wrinkled face still bore traces of his former handsomeness, Li Qiang nodded firmly, doing his best to hold back his tears.
As he ate the fragrant and heartwarming mushroom-stewed chicken, Li Qiang tried to hold back but ultimately couldn't. Large teardrops fell into the slightly salty chicken soup. He hadn't experienced such a scene in over a decade, and if he could, he wouldn't want to break this moment. But was it really possible?
Just like now, as he sat there, Li Qiang's eyes unconsciously drifted toward his mother's prominent chest across the table. He estimated that one of her breasts would likely be too large for his hand to fully grasp, and despite being reborn, his body—still conditioned by his mother's aphrodisiacs since childhood—reacted instantly, hardening beneath the table.
That night, Li Qiang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He was thinking about the path ahead and his relationship with his mother in this life. He didn't regret the sexual relationship with his mother in his previous life, only that he shouldn't have used such a violent method as rape. His father was in poor health and already over sixty, unable to satisfy his thirty-six-year-old mother, who was at the peak of her desires. Perhaps if he had taken it slow, he could have won both her body and heart.
In the end, Li Qiang made up his mind. In this second chance at life, he would live according to his own desires. For now, his only goals were to win over his mother and get into a decent university.
The next morning, in the bathroom, Li Qiang looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was quite satisfied with himself, having inherited the best traits from both his parents. After washing up, he returned to his usual self.
Gathering his spirits, he headed to the living room. Ye Cifen had already almost finished preparing breakfast. Li Qiang walked into the kitchen, where his mother was cooking noodles. From behind, her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, reaching just above her slender waist. Her wide hips and plump, perky buttocks were full and fleshy, while her round, slender thighs pressed tightly together without a hint of a gap. It was a perfect silhouette.
A faint smile tugged at Li Qiang's lips as he tiptoed behind his mother and slowly wrapped his arms around her. His hands met the softness and delicate fragrance unique to a woman. His hardened lower body gently pressed against her full buttocks, the rich, fleshy sensation making him even harder. Not daring to push his luck, he maintained this position and whispered flirtatiously into her ear, "Mom, where's Dad?"
Ye Cifen trembled slightly, naturally aware of the unusual sensation against her buttocks. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. After a pause, she replied, "Let go quickly. Don't cause trouble. Mom still needs to make breakfast."
"But I just want to hold you like this, Mom. It hurts me to see you working so hard."
Hearing her son's words, Ye Cifen felt a warmth in her heart, but she said, "But you're so grown-up now. How can you still be hugging and clinging like this?"
"Oh!" Li Qiang walked away dejectedly, disappointment written all over his face.
Seeing her son's expression, Ye Cifen felt a pang in her heart, as if pricked by needles.
After calmly finishing breakfast, Li Qiang and Ye Cifen prepared to leave. As they reached the doorway to put on their shoes, Li Qiang watched from the side as his mother bent over to put on her shoes, her full buttocks raised high. The jeans hugged her curves tightly, highlighting their round, alluring shape.
With a sudden impulse, Li Qiang's mind went blank, and he uncontrollably slapped his mother's raised, beautiful buttocks. "Mom, you're getting sexier and sexier!" he blurted out.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The lingering sensation of fullness still tingled in his fingertips, but he had no time to savor it now. His face flushed red as he nervously watched for his mother's reaction.
Ye Cifen shuddered, her body trembling involuntarily. She straightened up and turned to face him, her face flushed with embarrassment. She stepped forward and gave her son a sharp flick on the forehead. "You've got some nerve, teasing your own mother!"
Seeing that his mother wasn't as angry as he'd feared, Li Qiang's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled. He savored the lingering sensation in his mind and said with a pained expression, "Mom, I really didn't mean it. It's just that you're so... so..."
"So what?" Ye Cifen glared at her son, her face still flushed as she finished putting on her shoes. She had no idea how alluring her expression seemed to Li Qiang at that moment.
"So sexy." The moment Li Qiang uttered those words, he knew another round of knuckle raps was inevitable, yet he reveled in it. This was forbidden teasing, a game of the mind—its flavor only known to those who had tasted it.
"What do you know about sex or being sexy at such a young age? Have you been learning bad things from others at school?" Ye Cifen stood with her hands on her hips, wearing a stern expression.
Li Qiang quickly glanced at his watch and looked up. "It's not just me saying it. My classmates all say Mom is beautiful and sexy, even more than Zhong Chuhong... It's getting late, and it's not good to keep such a serious face all the time! Mom, if you don't leave now, you'll be late!"
With that, Li Qiang dashed out the door.
Standing at the doorway, Ye Cifen thought about her son's words, feeling so embarrassed she wished she could vanish into the ground.
'Why are kids these days all like this, so naughty? I must make sure Ahao doesn't learn from them. But what exactly are they saying about me?' As Ye Cifen pondered, she suddenly recalled the moment her son had playfully patted her bottom earlier. Unconsciously, she touched that spot, as if remembering something. Her legs tightened slightly, and her gaze grew complicated. Staring at her son's retreating figure, she felt dazed, a wave of panic washing over her. Then, she shook her head with a faint smile.