Chapter 12: Divorce and Lingerie
After watching the big show last night, it was already the early hours of the morning. But I have to say, it was so thrilling that I went back and rewatched it several times. Even after finishing completely, I only drifted off to sleep while listening to Teacher Qin's moans. Thankfully, there was enough tissue here, otherwise I wouldn't have known what to do.
As a result, I slept straight through until afternoon again today.
The person I am now feels completely different from when I first arrived. I'm even starting to slowly look forward to nightfall, to Chen Le sending me a video.
Ever since learning from the video Chen Le sent yesterday that Dad actually cheated on Mom in Africa with a woman and even had a little baby with her, I suddenly don't feel as repulsed by Chen Le's thoughts about Mom as I did at the beginning. If Dad can mess around with a woman outside...
Then... Mom... Although I know Mom isn't that kind of person, after learning from the videos a few days ago that Mom is actually still a virgin, I truly feel it's unfair for her. Mom is such a great beauty, yet she's never experienced a woman's pleasure. And now Dad cheated first, Chen Le is so sexually capable, and he has these feelings for Mom... I don't want to think about it anymore. That's my mother! How can I have such thoughts? I'm not a cuckold fetishist like Chen Le said, I'm not.
Even though I really want to say that, just the mere mention of Mom and Chen Le together makes my lower body harden. Looking at the small tent pitched between my legs... I know I'm done for. Mom belongs to Chen Le now.
And so, for three whole days, I didn't receive any new messages from Chen Le. It wasn't until the evening of the third day that Chen Le sent a message: "Your dad is back."
After reading the message, I didn't feel much. I knew Dad had betrayed Mom, and Mom would soon betray Dad in return.
Seeing the message, I felt a bit conflicted. Not for Dad's sake, of course. I wanted to ask Chen Le what Dad said or did when he came back. But I typed and deleted the message repeatedly. For the sake of my own dignity, I really didn't want to have much interaction with Chen Le right now. Even though Dad had another child, I was still his son. If he didn't come back for me, who else would it be for?
Another three days passed. Again, in the evening, Chen Le sent a message.
"Your parents are divorced. Your dad has gone back to Africa."
When I saw this message, I felt both upset and shocked. But in less than fifteen minutes, I had calmed down. Given Mom's personality, divorce was inevitable. What pained me, though, was that Dad had been back for nearly a week and hadn't come to see me once.
Afterwards, Chen Le sent another long string of text along with some videos, documenting everything from Dad's return, the divorce proceedings, the division of assets, to Dad's departure.
I clicked on the videos one by one. When Dad came home, Mom was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him. She was dressed plainly, sitting there calmly. When the door opened, Dad looked at Mom, also appearing calm. As if he knew what was coming, he put down his backpack after entering and sat at the other end of the sofa, keeping his distance from Mom.
Mom pointed to a few pages of paper on the table – a divorce agreement – indicating for Dad to look. Dad didn't say much. He knew Mom's personality better than anyone; once Mom decided something, no one could change it. This was Dad's fault, leaving him no room to argue.
Dad just glanced through it briefly before signing his name. According to Chen Le's message, the house was left to Mom, the savings were split half and half, the car went to Mom. Dad only took his clothes, other personal belongings, and half the savings. Everything else belonged to Mom.
Then they went to handle the divorce paperwork, court notarization for the property transfer, and so on. In just three or four days, they settled everything. After that, Mom dealt with the items they had shared or owned jointly. She replaced almost every appliance in the house that could be replaced. Of course, the bedsheets, duvet covers, and the pajamas she used to wear were all thrown away. Photos of them together were shredded and tossed into the trash bin. The wedding photos were all burned to ash.
In just two short days, almost no trace remained that Dad had ever lived in this house. Before Dad left for good, he came back one more time. When Mom opened the door and saw it was him, she tried to close it without a word. Dad stopped it with his hand and said, "I'm leaving." Just those three words, and Mom slammed the door shut hard. Dad didn't knock again. He had probably knocked because Mom had even changed the code on the electronic lock.
Finally, Chen Le explained: "These past few days, your mom hasn't let me release you. She probably thinks it's better for you to stay inside right now. After all, divorce is hard on a child, especially since they think you don't know the reason for it."
"So she didn't ask me to let you out. I was planning to just let it go and release you anyway. After all, what I set out to do is done. Your mom will be mine sooner or later. But right now, it's better to listen to your mom. When she's ready to explain things to you, she'll naturally have me let you out."
Chen Le added, "This way, I also get more chances to be alone with your mom. It makes things much easier for me. If you were home, your mom would definitely be cautious. I'd probably have to spend more time. But your mom is just too delicious. I can't wait to taste her."
Seeing him talk about my mom, anger flared up in me again. But then, reading his words calling my mom "delicious" and saying he wanted to "taste" her, a strange, illicit fire shot straight to my groin.
The last message was Chen Le saying he'd been taking care of my mom these past few days. Even though Teacher Qin was just a wall away, he hadn't gone to her place at all. He said he was responsible for making my mom's meals, cleaning the house, and when she was sad, he would go over, hug her, and comfort her.
He even slept on a pallet beside her bed at night, spending twenty-four hours a day by her side. But the person who should have been by her side was me. But if it were me... could I really have done as well as he did? I began to doubt myself.
Before bed each night, he would wash fruit and warm a glass of milk, placing them on her nightstand. Then he would chat with her for a while, comforting her until she ate the fruit, drank the milk, and fell asleep. Then he sent a video clip of this scene. The angle was from above the door of my mom's bedroom, looking down, giving a clear view of the entire bedroom and most of the balcony. My mom's bed was right in the center of the camera's view. Chen Le must have installed it while Mom was changing things around the house.
In the video, Mom sat blankly on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Chen Le came in from outside, holding a fruit plate in one hand and a warm glass of milk in the other. He walked to the bedside, placed the items on the nightstand, and said to Mom:
"Auntie, you must be tired. Have some fruit, drink the milk, and rest. You didn't eat much tonight. Have a little something now and get some good rest."
Mom turned her head, glanced at Chen Le, and said, "Thank you, Chen Le."
"Auntie, don't say thanks. You're my teacher, I'm your student. Your family is going through such a big change, it's only right that I take care of you. And just call me Xiaole. Calling me by my full name feels too formal."
"Alright."
Hearing Chen Le say this, Mom seemed at a loss for words. After these days of care, she suddenly felt the current Chen Le wasn't the same person she knew before. Chen Le, who was already an outstanding student with excellent grades and athletic talent, had always been an exceptional young man.
Because of my situation, Mom had developed some different feelings about him. But now, with his care during this time, his help handling the divorce proceedings with Dad -- he managed everything -- and with his assistance, the efficiency was surprisingly high. Added to his meticulous care for her these past few days, Mom suddenly found this young man very... endearing.
Under his attentive care these past few days, he had minimized the impact the divorce had on her. With his companionship, she felt at ease, even developing a sense of dependence.
This wasn't really out of character for Mom. Women are naturally sensitive and emotional; I could understand that and didn't read too much into it. But deep down, who knows? Perhaps part of me was actually expecting something.
After that was a long period of conversation, with Chen Le comforting and guiding Mom, occasionally being playful enough to make the newly divorced mom laugh.
"Chen... Xiaole... you don't need to call me Auntie or Teacher either. Just call me Auntie Lin. It feels more familiar that way."
"Auntie Lin, Auntie Lin."
Chen Le repeated it several times very quickly. Mom asked, puzzled,
"I told you to call me Auntie Lin, why do you keep saying 'Auntie Lin, Auntie Lin' over and over?"
After saying that, Mom chuckled again. Perhaps she found this reliable young man a bit silly sometimes.
"I'm happy! To have such a beautiful older 'Auntie' is my honor! In the future, when I go out, people will probably envy me for having such a gorgeous Auntie Lin."
After hearing this, Mom chuckled again and said,
"It's not that exaggerated. There are plenty of beautiful women. When you meet someone even more beautiful in the future, are you going to chase after them calling them 'Auntie' too?"
Hearing Mom's words, Chen Le made a very exaggerated, incredulous expression and said,
"How could there possibly be a woman more beautiful than my gorgeous Auntie Lin? Auntie Lin is the most beautiful. Beautiful face, beautiful heart, and an even more beautiful figure, especially those big tits and that big ass..."
Chen Le suddenly covered his mouth, as if he'd become a child who had made a mistake, looking at Mom with a wronged expression. But from Mom's expression and reaction, there wasn't the slightest hint of anger. Instead, her lips pursed slightly, she wore a smile, and there was even a hint of girlish playfulness and cuteness.
It was obvious Mom was very pleased by his words. If anyone else had said that, Mom would have definitely considered them a pervert or a lecher. But after spending this time together, it was clear Mom had accepted this boy. Only when someone like that pays a woman a compliment with physical undertones will she not get angry, otherwise, they'd be labeled a creep or a pervert.
It's like if you saw a beautiful woman with large breasts on the street and went up to her saying, "Hello beautiful, you're so pretty, especially your breasts are so big!" She'd probably slap you across the face and call you a pervert.
But now, when Mom heard Chen Le complimenting her while mentioning her big ass and big tits, she didn't get angry at all. Instead, she laughed. This showed she was completely past that point. Mom was even secretly pleased that her breasts and ass had attracted this young man's attention.
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