Beep, beep. Just before class ended, a text from Mom came through on my phone: "Son, I'm done with the teaching research meeting and heading home now. What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you!" She seemed to be in a good mood. "How about some stir-fried beef? You can decide on the rest." I replied and got an "OK" in response.
"Wow... look, look! The big shot just released a new paid set!! Let's go with this one! Let's pool our money and buy this set!" Right after I sent the text, the group chat exploded again.
"Alright, alright... guys, stop messing around. Send me the money, and I'll buy it for you." These guys don't even have overseas payment options, so everyone's relying on me to pay. After collecting the money, I pre-ordered Huazhou's work. The release time for the image pack is set for tonight—right now, it's just a pre-order. I sent the payment screenshot to the group chat to prove I wasn't embezzling anything, then got ready to head home after school.
"Mom, I'm back!" With my changed mindset, my tone was much more relaxed.
Mom was wearing a very loose, pink loungewear set with an apron, busy stir-frying in the kitchen. "Just a moment, the last dish is almost done! I tried cooking beef earlier, but I burned it, so I bought braised beef from the restaurant downstairs. We'll have to make do with that." I couldn't believe Mom actually managed to burn beef—talk about a rare sight.
"No worries, I'll tidy up and come eat." I put down my backpack, checked the release time for the image pack, and headed to the living room for dinner.
"Mom, how was the teaching research meeting today? What did the higher-ups say?" Sitting across from Mom, I picked up some food from the plate. "They mentioned the upcoming diagnostic exam and told us to pay attention to the students' study habits. They also clarified some teaching guidelines." Mom leaned over to grab some stir-fried bamboo shoots from my side of the table. As she did, I noticed... the two buttons on the front of her pink pajamas were undone, revealing the pale, soft flesh of her chest. Peeking down the opening of her pajamas, I could even see where her nude-colored pantyhose ended. Embarrassed, I quickly lowered my head and focused on my rice.
After dinner, Mom decided to do some yoga in the living room. She put a yoga tutorial DVD into the player, and I tactfully retreated to my room to do homework while waiting for the image pack to be released.
"Does it look good?" Mom's soft voice drifted from outside the room. Thinking she was calling me, I was about to open the door when I heard her say, "I've been listening to you, trying to be a good mom~ Miss me? How about this?"
Huh? She wasn't calling me? Curiosity got the better of me, and I cracked the door open slightly. Mom was in the living room, her phone propped up on a stand as if she were on a video call. She was wearing headphones, but from her tone, it sounded like she was talking to Dad.
Just as I was about to close the door and give them some privacy, Mom turned around. That wouldn't have been a big deal, but her outfit left me stunned. From the back, it looked like a simple, light-blue fitted yoga outfit. But the front was shockingly provocative. The top had a sheer, semi-transparent mesh design over the chest area, with Mom's fair, tender breasts and slightly purplish nipples visible through the nude-colored fabric. The yoga pants had a zipper design at the crotch, which was unzipped, revealing her nude-colored pantyhose and the delicate, silk-wrapped opening of her vulva. The entrance was slightly parted, showing a glimpse of pink flesh inside, and the pubic hair above had been neatly trimmed. The yoga pants extended all the way to her ankles, and Mom's beautiful feet, encased in sheer stockings, rested on the yoga mat.
Mom was striking poses on her yoga mat, doing her best to show off her beautiful body to the phone camera, using both hands to knead her breasts before rubbing her pussy through her stockings. After accepting this other side of Mom, I thought it might actually be a good idea for her to show her more seductive self in front of Dad.
"Not enough? Hold on, let me grab some little toys," Mom said, pulling two small boxes from the TV cabinet drawer. "Don't rush! I'll put them on right now!" From the first box, she took out a pair of vibrating nipple clamps, slipped them under her yoga top, and clipped them onto her nipples.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. My nipples have felt much, much worse than this. Mmm~" Mom turned on the vibrating clamps, and her entire breasts trembled slightly.
"Huh? Wearing this to go out? You're so naughty." Mom opened the second box, then glanced toward my room. I quickly shut the door and sat at my desk, pretending to do homework.
Knock, knock. Mom tapped on my door and walked in holding a plate of fruit. "Son, I just cut up some fruit. Have some."
Mom's sudden gentleness caught me off guard. "Mm," I replied, reaching out to take the fruit. She had slipped on a tank top, covering the semi-transparent part of her outfit, and the zipper on the crotch of her yoga pants was now closed. She wasn't wearing slippers, just standing barefoot on the floor.
"If you have any... questions about your studies... just ask... Mom~" Her voice trembled slightly. I looked at her—a few beads of sweat were sliding down her forehead, her toned legs were trembling as if tense, and there was a small dark spot on the crotch of her yoga pants. Combined with what I'd just seen with the vibrating nipple clamps, everything clicked in my mind. So you two are using me as part of your little roleplay, huh?
Ding. I received the photo pack I'd ordered earlier in the afternoon. Eager to see what was inside, I quickly shooed Mom out of the room, also freeing myself from being their prop. "Alright, alright, I get it, Mom. Don't disturb me while I'm doing homework. Go on out."
"Guys, I've shared the photo pack. Download it quick—if it gets reported, I'm not responsible!" After Mom left, I posted the download link in the group chat, dropped that message, and left it at that.
This was my first time viewing the photography work of a master. The collection was titled Contrast and was divided into three sets of photos. The model appeared to be a professional woman—tall, with full breasts and hips, her face heavily edited, and her waist photoshopped to an unrealistically slim figure.
The first set of photos centers on the theme of "Meeting." The woman wears a white blouse on top, paired with standard women's trousers, flesh-colored short stockings, and 5cm black high heels. Her hair is neatly pinned back with a hair clip, giving her a serious and formal appearance. Most of the background is blurred, but from the setting, it seems she is attending a meeting. She sits with her legs crossed, holding a thermos cup, sipping from it while listening attentively. In the subsequent photos, the woman transitions from listening to speaking. Strangely, however, her flesh-colored short stockings are gone, replaced by slightly sheer white knee-high socks that clash with her overall outfit—white stockings under black trousers paired with black heels is a rare combination. As the photos progress, the woman shifts from a listening posture to what appears to be expressing her views to another person, leaning slightly toward them. Due to her leaning posture and the somewhat sheer fabric of her blouse, I faintly notice a metallic glimmer on her chest and an irregular metal chain near her collarbone—could it be her undergarments? Continuing through the photos, the woman seems to have finished her conversation with that person, now wearing a mask and lowering her head in thought, the mask slightly damp from her breath. Her legs, which were initially crossed with a hint of assertiveness, have now turned inward in a more reserved posture. After viewing this set of photos, I can only say the photographer truly understands the audience's curiosity, leaving me eager to see the next set.
The theme of the second set of photos is "Truth." In these photos, the woman steps out of the indoor setting and appears in various different scenes. In the first few pictures, she is in a men's restroom, seemingly having slipped out during a meeting. She crouches beside one of the urinals, her panties discarded nearby, legs spread wide apart. A sheer stocking from one foot is pulled over her face. Though the stocking isn't long, even with the heavily edited and blurry photo, you can roughly make out how her facial features are constricted by the fabric. Her tongue strains outward, licking the stocking, her expression utterly ruined. The stocking from her other foot is pulled over her left hand, and she uses that covered hand to rub her clitoris. Her abdomen and waist are tensed, as if she's trying to force something out from her anus and vagina. The photo freezes at this moment—I truly cannot imagine the woman from the meeting room now in this state.
I continue scrolling. In the next photo, she "spits out" the objects from her anus and vagina: a vibrating pink dildo about 15 cm long, while her right hand is pulling a white stocking out of her vagina. In the following photo, the dildo has been completely expelled from her anus, lying alone on the floor, still trembling. The white stocking from her vagina is also pulled out. With her legs spread in an M-shape, her vagina, now unblocked, sprays a liquid—whether it's arousal fluid or urine—into the urinal.
In the subsequent photos, she reinserts the pink dildo into her anus, replaces the white stocking in her vagina with the sheer stockings from her feet, and finally pulls the white stockings back onto her legs before returning to the meeting. When I first noticed the mismatched white stockings on her feet, I thought she had simply changed them. How could I have imagined such a lewd scene had taken place in between?
The final photo is a selfie. In it, the woman wears a mask, still in the meeting room. While everyone else is writing, she secretly pulls the mask down slightly, allowing a glimpse of what's beneath. She has stuffed the panties she just removed into her mouth, hence the mask for concealment. Then, with her left hand, she playfully pulls down the collar of her shirt. The metallic glint from the previous set of photos—it's nipple piercings! This woman has nipple piercings! A pair of heart-shaped piercings pass through her nipples, connected by a metal chain that loops around her neck. So what I saw in the last set was a nipple chain! And the key point is, she isn't wearing a bra! To avoid detection, she must constantly arch her back, keep her head down, and prevent her breasts from pressing against her shirt, or else everything would be clearly visible…
After finishing this set of photos, I can only marvel: the master photographer truly lives up to the title. The previous set fully piqued my curiosity, and the immersive quality of this set far surpasses the others, leaving infinite room for imagination. So, what is the third set of photos?
The theme of the third set of photos is "Heart's Image." This set resembles a collection of glamour shots. In several photos, a woman stands on an empty podium, dressed in a vacuum-sealed teacher's uniform, wearing a full-body black fishnet bodysuit underneath. She earnestly points at a PowerPoint presentation on the projection screen with a pointer, while the slides display her own lewd photos from moments before. In the next moment, as if unable to restrain herself, she arches her large buttocks like a bitch, biting the chain between her nipple rings with her mouth, pressing her nipples and crotch against the corner of the podium to masturbate.
After these photos, the woman's identity and attire transform. Her uniform changes into a Japanese-style JK outfit, and her full-body black fishnet is replaced by knee-high white stockings. Sitting upright at a desk, she shifts from a teacher to an innocent-looking female student. However, this student is not as pure and demure as she appears. Her explosive bust and slender legs are impossible to ignore. Within a few photos, the student begins to succumb to loneliness and masturbates. Under the desk, her long legs in white stockings tense and curl as she tries to suppress herself to avoid being noticed, perfectly capturing the mindset of a female student.
The final EndPose is a composite image featuring the two roles played by the woman. The white-stockinged student kneels under the podium, gazing sharply upward, while the black-stockinged teacher stands with one foot on the podium, looking down at her other self with eyes filled with a masochistic longing.
The entire collection concludes with this photo, leaving endless room for imagination. I switched to check the group chat, which was eerily quiet—everyone was likely still savoring the photos.
"I wonder if Mom and Dad are done talking," I thought, cracking the door open a sliver to peek into the living room. It was also quiet and empty. "Ding dong"—another email arrived in my inbox. It was a 15-second short video from "Flower Continent Boss," labeled "Pre-order Bonus." The video was brief and dimly lit, its content simple: a woman, naked, crawling on all fours like a bitch up a staircase in a hallway. Unlike his heavily edited and retouched photo sets, this video clearly showed the woman's figure—her large, full breasts and athletic, slender legs matched the image I had in mind. Unfortunately, the hallway lighting was too dim to make out other details.
"Son! Your birthday is coming up soon. What do you want as a gift?" Mom's voice echoed from the bathroom. So that's why no one was in the living room—she was taking a shower.
"Birthday? Oh right, my birthday is almost here. Just give me some money, Mom!" My birthday is on October 13th. With so much going on lately, I had almost forgotten. Plus, after crowdfunding for the photo collection, my pocket money was nearly gone. This was the perfect opportunity to ask Mom for some cash to buy the next set of photos.
Wait... I'm 17 this year, my birthday is October 13th, and the date of the last video on that USB drive is January 1, 2007... Ten months of pregnancy... That means Mom cut off contact with Wang Sen after she got pregnant—with me!!? It all adds up! Everything makes sense now!
"Oh, by the way, son! I have some big news for you! Your dad is coming back next week!" My mom raised her voice from the bathroom, and my phone chimed in at the worst possible moment. "Wang Sen is coming back next week. He just asked me to get ready." It was a message from Wang Mu.
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