"I'm back."
"Welcome back. How was the movie with your girlfriend?" Mom gave me a knowing look. "How did you know I went to see a movie?" I was surprised. "Isn't that what young people do on dates these days? It was easy to guess. Treat her well!" Mom smiled meaningfully.
"..." I didn't know how to respond and just went back to my room to continue studying the tapes.
July 23, 2006
This folder is quite unusual—its size is remarkably small, only a few dozen KB. After opening it, I found only a single TXT notepad file inside, with no video files whatsoever. Could it be that the video files were deleted, leaving only the notepad behind?
I opened the notepad, which appears to contain someone's diary:
I've tried many different outfits, and each one brings me a distinct feeling—not just in how I see myself in the mirror, but also in how others perceive me.
On Monday, I wore a slightly shorter skirt. My colleagues and students all complimented me, and admiring, almost greedy gazes lingered on me all day long. The next day, I switched back to my professional attire, and everyone asked why I wasn't wearing the outfit from the day before. They said it looked really good on me, and the admiration in their eyes turned into anticipation.
For the next few days, I didn't change my clothes, sticking to the same professional outfit. People stopped looking at me altogether, and their eyes were filled with disappointment. Then, behind my husband's back, I secretly bought an ultra-short skirt that ended 20 cm above the knees.
On the day I wore it, my heart was pounding wildly. The moment I stepped into the school, countless eyes turned toward me—the lecherous, greasy, and slippery gazes of the male teachers, the fiery and masculine stares of the male students, and the envious looks from the female teachers and students. The feeling was utterly addictive. It made my whole body burn with a kind of thrill, a perverse pleasure from being visually violated by everyone. I even felt an impulse to masturbate right there in front of everyone.
I don't know how I made it through that day. All I remember is that when I got home, my stockings were soaked through.
I have to admit, that man named Wang Sen really understands me. At first, I thought he was all talk and a bit unprofessional, but as time went on, I realized he truly knows how to stimulate me, even to the point of altering my perceptions. I've decided I must mold him into the perfect tool.
Sigh, I'm going to have to add another name to my list of conquests. But I'll place you at the very top of the list! Wait, no—on second thought, my husband should be at the top. You can stay in second place! Please, everyone, keep working hard to fulfill my selfish desires.
After reading the diary and watching the previous video content, I increasingly felt that things might be far more complicated than I had imagined. The Wang Sen in the video was likely Wang Mu's father. Since Wang Mu had given me this USB drive, I thought it was time to ask him for some clarity.
"Let me ask you—have you watched all the videos on the USB drive? And where did you get it?" I quickly picked up my phone and sent a message to Wang Mu.
"Many of the folders on the USB drive are empty. I'm not sure whether the folders were created in advance and then filled, or whether the contents were deleted later. If it's the former, how would he know how many days' worth of folders to create? If it's the latter, why not delete the folders along with the contents? Both scenarios are plausible, so it's hard for me to judge. I did watch all the videos, and I stole the USB drive from Wang Sen." Wang Mu replied with his usual emotionless tone.
"Is Wang Sen your father?" I questioned Wang Mu's use of his father's full name.
"Biologically, yes. In every other sense, no." His reply remained cold.
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Wang Sen saw that my mother, Anna, was beautiful and graceful, so he used dirty, despicable means to win her heart. Then he molded her into his slave. When I was young, he was very caring and attentive to both me and my mother. But after my mother died in the crossfire, he immediately went and found that bitch Yan Yan!" Wang Mu's tone showed rare emotion.
"Then let me ask you—if the content on the USB drive is accurate, my mother and Wang Sen should have known each other for a long time. So why did she suddenly come looking for you?"
"I don't know the specifics, but from what I can remember, Wang Sen hardly ever returned to the country after a certain point—maybe only once or twice a year. I think it might be related to this."
"Hmm… So what kind of woman do you think my mother is?"
"To be honest, I think she has multiple personalities within her. These personalities restrain each other, yet they're also interconnected—very complex. She's extremely skilled at hiding herself, has a clear understanding of her own needs, and is incredibly difficult to conquer." Wang Mu was uncharacteristically sincere.
"That's not really saying much… I could sense that too. One last question—what kind of relationship do you think my mother and Wang Sen have?"
"I can say for certain that Teacher Sun and Wang Sen did have a relationship over a decade ago. I'd directly classify it as an affair. But for a long time after that, Wang Sen had no contact with Teacher Sun—or at most, very little. In recent years, Teacher Sun hasn't traveled abroad, and Wang Sen has hardly returned to the country. There's no way the two of them could have crossed paths. Beyond that, I don't know anything else. Teacher Sun hasn't contacted me recently either, so I'm not aware of anything else." Ever since I defeated him, Wang Mu had started answering my questions more often and rarely acted condescendingly.
"Hmm... thank you..." After briefly thanking Wang Mu, I carefully went through the contents of the USB drive again. In the months following the diary entries, Mom's clothing style had indeed become much bolder. However, aside from occasional intimacy with Dad and a few phone calls with Wang Sen, there were no other unusual signs during this period. She also hadn't returned to the Nightingale Club. There were no videos after January 1, 2007. Lying in bed, I began to reflect. Mom had indeed been unfaithful to Dad with Wang Sen after their marriage, but that must have been a long time ago. Over the past few years, Mom's life had been a simple routine—going to work and returning home, with hardly any outings elsewhere. So, I was certain that in recent years, Mom hadn't been in contact with anyone else. Then... based on the videos in the USB drive, I could confirm that Mom was a woman with a very strong sexual appetite, yet she remained clear-headed. Moreover, her feelings for Dad had always been deep and genuine. She often missed him and would video call him. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a huge sense of relief. Mom was still the same Mom, though her hidden side had left me somewhat shocked. Still, this conclusion was far better than what I had initially imagined. Now, the only two remaining questions were: Was the content in the USB drive intentionally deleted? And what exactly was this Nightingale Club?
Beep, beep, beep—just as I was lost in thought, my close friends' group chat lit up after a long silence. "I've discovered another stunning woman, guys, come take a look." Several photos appeared in the group, copied from the foreign website X. The subject of the photos was a woman wearing a long beige trench coat, one leg clad in flesh-colored stockings while the other was bare. A pair of high heels was neatly placed beside her. Another stocking was pulled over her head, and her nose was hooked upward, turning it into a pig-like snout. Her tongue was stretched out forcefully, her legs spread wide apart, and her hips thrust forward. The entire photo was heavily photoshopped, with her body and face distorted, her waist excessively thinned, making it impossible to identify any distinct features. This was... that obsessed woman! Even though I couldn't clearly see her face, I recognized her trench coat and high heels at a glance—it was definitely her.
"Who is this woman?" The feeling of being followed by her all afternoon hadn't been pleasant, so I decided to ask for more information about her.
"This is the latest photo from the master photographer Hua Zhou. Just tell me, isn't this woman stunning?" My classmate shared a screenshot of an account named Hua Zhou Photographer. In his photos, every woman was heavily photoshopped to have a willow-thin waist and voluptuous curves. Their faces were mostly obscured or distorted, and with the additional facial coverings, it was impossible to make out their specific appearances. Still, the women he photographed were undeniably alluring.
"However, most of the master's photos are paid content. It takes a long time for him to release some free previews," the group added. Now that I knew the woman from the afternoon was a model for a certain photography master rather than an obsessed stalker, I lost interest in her situation. Instead, I decided to leave my room and chat with Mom for a while.
"Mom, why have you been on your phone all day lately, playing with it all night long?" I saw my mother still sitting in the living room, scrolling through her phone. "Your dad is coming back at the end of next month. I'm browsing for ideas on where our family can go on a trip and what good food we can eat when he returns. I've already saved a bunch of tourist spots and restaurants." Mom was clearly excited about Dad's upcoming return, which once again confirmed my earlier thoughts about her.
"Um... Mom, I don't eat shellfish..." With the heavy weight off my chest, I joined in on the restaurant discussion. After chatting with Mom a bit more about where our family should travel, I went back to bed.
I took a moment to calm down. One thing was certain: Mom had indeed had an affair with Wang Sen, but it was over now. Growing up and remembering everything from childhood, I still leaned toward trusting Mom. In my memory, she had always been strict, serious, cold, and meticulous, but also incredibly responsible toward me—whether in daily life or studies. During the time Dad was away, she gave me so much love and care. But after this period, I saw another side of her clearly: a woman with a lustful nature, a woman with unsatisfied desires. Combined with Dad rarely being home, Mom's pent-up desires grew stronger and stronger, eventually forcing her to seek extreme ways to vent. Once Dad returns at the end of next month, Mom should get back on track, I thought. Feeling relaxed, I soon fell asleep.
The next day at school, I found out that afternoon classes were changed to self-study. All the department heads, grade leaders, and the principal had to attend a meeting at the education bureau to prepare for the next important mock exam. The afternoon classes would be supervised by substitute teachers for self-study.
"I took another look at some other preview images from that 'Huazhou Big Shot.' What do you guys think?" With substitute teachers supervising self-study, it was basically like having no supervision—as long as we weren't too rowdy, they'd turn a blind eye. So, we started secretly playing with our phones and chatting under our desks.
"Wow... these women are all top-tier!" "These few seem to be the same woman." The guys chattered away, discussing the photos. "Since you all like them so much, why don't we pool our money and buy a few sets?" I figured since the guys were interested and I was curious too, we might as well chip in and buy a couple of sets to check them out together.
"That's a great idea. Let's go with Xu Wei's suggestion." "We'll set up a group payment later..." "Sounds good, I'm in!" The enthusiasm in the group chat was through the roof.
Since everyone was so eager, I found a VPN to bypass the firewall, planning to look into it when I had time.
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