Huh?
I remembered that Mom had gone to bed before I fell asleep. Could it be... that Mom went out to a hotel?
That couldn't be. I instinctively looked toward the back door of the house. Through the glass, I could see a faint sliver of light seeping from the crack under the storeroom door.
"Phew…" I let out a heavy sigh. Mom really was too busy.
Calming myself, I went into the bathroom to relieve myself.
When I came out, I instinctively glanced toward my mother's room again, but… my eyes suddenly narrowed in disbelief. There seemed to be a piece of clothing casually tossed on the floor of her bedroom.
But it clearly wasn't a woman's garment. Had I misseen?
The room was quite dark at that moment. I glanced back toward the storeroom before stepping into my mother's bedroom.
As soon as I opened the door, a wave of fragrance greeted me. Walking further inside, I confirmed it was indeed a man's shirt.
Whose clothes were these?
Why were they carelessly thrown on the floor?
Could they be something left behind by my father?
That didn't make sense—I'd never seen any men's clothes in my mother's wardrobe. Still, it wouldn't be strange for her to keep one or two of my father's belongings as mementos, a way to hold onto memories.
Just like how, during this trip, she had carried my father's photo with her the whole time.
But if these were my father's clothes, why would she toss them so carelessly on the floor?
That seemed unlikely.
Could there be another man in the house?
In my memory, no man had ever visited our home—except for Daguo.
Could these be Daguo's clothes?
But no, I'd never seen Daguo wear this shirt.
And… thinking of how tenderly my mother held my father's photo, it didn't seem possible that she would…
I quickly placed the shirt back exactly as I had found it and retreated from her room.
My heart was pounding wildly. Could my mother really have a secret lover?
After all, I hadn't paid much attention to her life until recently, when I installed the surveillance cameras. If she had been hiding an affair, avoiding my notice, it wouldn't be surprising that I hadn't noticed before.
The storeroom light was on, and a scene from novels I often read came to mind—a secret rendezvous?
I tiptoed quietly toward the back door, gently opened it, and a cold breeze swept over me. A light drizzle was falling outside.
Even though it was summer, rainy nights could still be chilly. Goosebumps immediately rose on my skin.
Maybe I was overthinking things?
Perhaps someone had just left the clothes at our house?
But how to explain them being carelessly thrown on the floor?
Wait—no, I remembered something. When I picked up the shirt earlier, it felt slightly damp.
It was raining now, which meant the clothes had recently been out in the rain. And here I was, wearing only a pair of briefs, practically naked. As I stepped outside, the fine mist-like rain settled on my skin, sending a chill through me.
Hugging my shoulders, I walked toward the storeroom door. The wind outside had picked up, and the cold air had completely shaken off my drowsiness, leaving me wide awake.
Yet, my body felt strangely feverish. If my mother really did have a secret lover, it would explain why she had always turned down Daguo.
As for why she kept it from me—it was simple. Children from single-parent families often resist the idea of a stranger entering their home. And of course, my mother would want to protect her own dignity.
"Ah-choo..." I had only made it halfway when I couldn't hold back a sneeze. It was freezing, but thankfully I managed to cover my mouth just in time.
The sneeze jolted me back to my senses. Damn, if I was overthinking this and Mom happened to walk out and bump into me, how would I explain myself?
Wait—I have my phone to check the surveillance feed, don't I?
All I needed to do was open the app and take a quick look.
I'd been too panicked earlier and completely forgot.
The biting cold and the possibility of an unexpected encounter made me hesitate, but seeing the iron door so close, I decided to press on. I'd just listen for a moment—if nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that would be enough.
Light seeped through the gaps in the iron door. What time was it? It had to be well past midnight.
Why would Mom be in the storeroom so late at night?
Was she live-streaming again?
Or packing orders?
I finally reached the storeroom and crouched down, pressing my ear against the cold iron door.
But I heard nothing. Outside, a light rain was falling, and the wind howled, carrying the sound of tiles rattling and raindrops pattering against the roof.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. I could head back, check the surveillance on my phone, and call it a night. As for that piece of clothing… maybe it was just something Dad left behind. And even if it wasn't—who doesn't have a few secrets?
"Sluurp…" Just as I was about to stand up and leave, I faintly heard a soft, sucking sound. It was distinct, though brief, mingling with the rain and wind as it reached my ears.
It sounded like a kiss. Had I misheard?
The cold had kept me from pressing my ear firmly against the icy door earlier. Now, bracing against the chill, I pressed my ear to the metal again, and instantly, half my face went numb from the cold.
Holding my breath, I listened intently, crouching and hugging myself tightly against the cold.
Still nothing. Had I imagined it?
"Smack…" Just as I was about to pull my frozen cheek away, I heard another faint sound. This time, there was no mistaking it.
I kept listening. Faint breathing sounds seemed to drift from inside—the kind of heavy nasal breathing when someone's mouth is blocked.
"Sluurp…" Just as I was trying to make sense of the earlier noise, another sound followed, accompanied by a deep, shuddering breath.
There was no way Mom was alone in there. She couldn't possibly be kissing herself, could she?
Suddenly, I was wide awake, the cold forgotten.
I scrambled to my feet, ready to rush back to my room and check the surveillance on my phone. There was no way I could just open the iron door and barge in.
My mind was in chaos. I wasn't sure if I was angry or just stunned—it all felt so surreal. How could this be happening so suddenly?
Wait—if light was escaping from the storeroom, maybe I could peer through the gaps in the iron door and see inside.
Driven by an overwhelming curiosity, I decided to take a look right then. I couldn't bring myself to believe it—was Mom really seeing someone?
Ugh, what was I thinking? Mom's single. Even if she had a lover, so what?
Still, a pang of disappointment tugged at my heart.
I took a deep breath, stood up, and bent over to peer through the narrow gap in the iron door. But the door was too tightly sealed—while light could escape, I couldn't see a thing inside.
I stood on tiptoe, pressing my face close to the door crack, then slowly lowered my body, my eyes tracing the gap downward, hoping to find a larger opening.
When I was half-crouched, I finally found a relatively bigger gap.
Though the crack was still narrow, it was at least enough to glimpse the scene inside. I couldn't help but peer in, and what I saw instantly made my breath catch, nearly choking me.
On the warehouse floor, I could see the lower halves of two people—two bodies overlapping. Below were a pair of snow-white thighs and delicate feet, while above were dark, hairy thighs and feet, exuding a rugged masculinity.
Judging by the direction of the feet, the woman was likely underneath, lying face down on the ground, with the man on top.
However, all I could see were their thighs and feet. Desperate for a better view, I shifted my angle, almost pressing my eyeball against the iron door. Finally, I managed to catch another perspective.
There was a dark buttock pressing down on a pale, plump one beneath it. The woman's buttocks were squeezed to the sides under the man's hips, making them appear even rounder.
The man's hips were completely pressed against the woman's buttocks, leaving no gap at all. Due to the narrow crack, this was the limit of what I could see; anything higher was out of view.
"Slurp... smack..." A wet, sucking sound came through the door crack, like the sound of kissing.
Who was this woman?
Was it Mom?
As much as I didn't want to believe it, it had to be her. After all, who else could enter our family's storage room?
But who was this man?
Both of them were completely naked from the waist down. Were they kissing?
The kissing sounds were moist and intense.
Was Mom being penetrated by the man?
Or was he just rubbing against the cleft of her buttocks?
Just then, the man's buttocks lifted, his hips separating from the pale buttocks below. The woman's rounded curves slowly regained their firm shape, and between their bodies, a thick, lengthy penis was visibly connected, slowly pulling out from between the snow-white buttocks, its shaft glistening with transparent, sticky fluid...
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