"I don't know how you see Ms. Sun—as a virtuous wife and mother, or as someone insatiably hungry for more. I..."
"Enough. Stop lecturing me. I just want to know—what exactly was that bet you mentioned earlier? What did you two wager? And what did my mom promise you?"
"That was a long time ago. Let me think..." Wang Sen took a slow sip of tea, unhurried.
"Just tell me!"
"I remember eighteen years ago, Teacher Sun was filled with lust and desire back then, like a black hole that could never be satisfied. At that time, even I found Teacher Sun difficult to handle. Until... until you were born. Your birth awakened a certain maternal instinct in her. After that moment, I clearly felt that Teacher Sun had taken on a greater sense of responsibility, and her family became a burden, preventing her from following her true desires. For a long time afterward, she could only wrap herself in indifference, struggling to suppress her inner self. As for the bet, in that state, Teacher Sun believed she could fully return to her family and her life. But I didn't think so. I still believed that Teacher Sun would eventually return to the abyss of desire. We held different views, so in the end, we made a bet, with the deadline being the day you became an adult." Wang Sen spoke slowly and calmly, as if recounting a long-buried memory.
"What was the bet about?" I asked Wang Sen.
"The bet... it's been so long, let me think... Ah, I remember now... For the 18 years of your growth, I would not appear in the country unless she requested it. I would not return home, and I would not interfere in any of her affairs. Teacher Sun, on the other hand, had to face her desires alone. If she failed, she would lose the bet and willingly become my slave." Wang Sen took another sip of tea, speaking to me with an unusually serious expression, one I had never seen before.
"What's the situation now?" I asked, feeling a rare sense of panic. Concern truly does cloud judgment.
"What's the situation now? You should ask Teacher Sun yourself, or investigate on your own. How would I know? I'm just waiting for the final outcome of the bet." Wang Sen waved his hand dismissively.
"..." I knew I wouldn't get any more information from Wang Sen. I finished the tea in my hand, waved goodbye to him, and walked out of the photo studio.
The moment I stepped out of the studio, warm sunlight poured directly onto me. It was only then that I realized my white shirt was already soaked with sweat. The sound of my heart pounding echoed through my chest and into my mind. The dazzling light made me feel disoriented. I don't know how I managed to hail a taxi and return home, nor do I remember what the driver talked to me about during the ride. I responded to his questions like a zombie, half-heartedly and without focus. Chaotic images flashed rapidly through my mind—my mother's affectionate yet stern teachings from my childhood, her earnest guidance as I grew up, and then, in an instant, the scenes tore apart, replaced by one obscene image after another of my mother... Like a walking corpse, I stumbled back to my room and collapsed weakly onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"I need to know, how far has Mom gone now?" I calmed myself down and decided to investigate first before making any decisions.
Ding-ding... "Want to go to the comic con together this weekend? I've got a cosplay ready—come take photos for me!!" Just as I was lost in thought, my phone chimed with a message from Fu Qinghan. It suddenly reminded me that she had mentioned wanting to attend a comic con a while back. Ah... I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about it.
"Sure!! Send me the address, and let's meet right at the venue entrance!" I quickly replied, trying to sound as cheerful as possible so she wouldn't notice the shift in my mood.
"Great! Check out how this outfit looks!" Fu Qinghan sent me a photo of herself trying on the cosplay costume—a Hatsune Miku wedding dress design. Her green hair was draped with a pure white veil, and she wore a short white wedding dress that stopped just above the knees, with a long train trailing behind. Paired with white high-heeled sandals and sheer white stockings, she looked absolutely adorable.
"Looks great!" I replied to Fu Qinghan.
"Hehe~"
The weekend arrived. The comic con started at 10 a.m., but I was up and getting ready by 8. Strangely, my mom was also rummaging around in her bedroom, pulling things out of drawers and cabinets. My dad, meanwhile, was nowhere to be seen since early morning.
"Mom, where's Dad?" I tentatively asked, figuring any child would wonder where their father had gone so early in the day.
"Your dad? He suddenly had to work overtime today and left really early," Mom replied without even looking up, her answer dismissive.
"And... what are you looking for, Mom?" Having gotten an answer to my first question, I eagerly pressed on. Right now, I wanted to know everything about my mom—it was crucial to my investigation.
"Me? I'm just looking for clothes. It's getting hotter, so I'm trying to find something suitable for summer," she said, still not looking at me as she continued digging through the closet.
"Mom... let me help you..." I was about to push the door open and assist her when she suddenly snapped at me, startling me into retreating.
"Aren't you going out today?! The college entrance exams are almost here, and you're still thinking about your little girlfriend! If you don't do well on this mock exam, just you wait! All you do is date all day long!!" I had no idea what had triggered her anger, but it seemed to flare up out of nowhere. Mom quickly strode to her bedroom door and slammed it shut, cutting off the narrow gap I had just opened.
"Mom..." I wanted to say more, but seeing how furious she was, I decided against it.
Huh... those clothes? Through the crack in the door, I vaguely caught a glimpse of some of the outfits Mom was digging through. A few of them looked incredibly avant-garde, even eye-catching—definitely not the kind of clothes you'd wear in daily life. They looked more like cosplay costumes? It was strange, not at all like the clothes Mom usually wore. I made a mental note to thoroughly search her closet when she wasn't home someday... But for now, my most important task was to make sure Fu Qinghan had a good time. After all, she was the person I trusted the most—or perhaps the most innocent person—in my life right now.
"Mom, I'm heading out!" I called out before quickly escaping the house. Hurrying along, I made it to the venue entrance just in time to meet up with Fu Qinghan as planned.
Hiss... Fu Qinghan approached me from afar with cat-like steps, her figure wrapped in a white wedding dress. Long, flowing white tulle fringes cascaded from the emerald green hair atop her head, draping perfectly over her shoulders. The 6cm white crystal high heels accentuated her slender, straight legs. The short skirt she wore today was even shorter than the one in the photo she had sent me earlier—at least 30cm above the knees, perfectly embodying the phrase "all legs from the waist down." Speaking of her waist... already slender, the wedding dress corset cinched her tiny waist even more. In heels, she stood nearly 175cm tall, almost matching my height.
Fu Qinghan walked slowly toward me under the gaze of the crowd. When the onlookers realized I was her destination, their eyes shot sharp, piercing glares at me, as if they wanted to tear me to shreds.
"Let's go, Master... Make sure to take good photos of me today! And... after the photos... can you give Hanhan a little reward..." Her voice grew softer and softer until her flushed face buried itself in my chest.
I patted her head in affirmation. This was one of the few moments of happiness I had felt in a long time. I took Fu Qinghan's hand and walked toward the venue, as if a groom were solemnly leading his bride into the wedding hall.
The venue was enormous, even divided into two floors. Cosplayers in all sorts of costumes passed by us, many of whom actively asked Fu Qinghan for photos. We chatted and laughed as we walked, stopping now and then. While taking photos of her, I held her hand. Occasionally, Fu Qinghan would point to another beautiful cosplayer and ask me who was prettier—her or them. Of course, I told her no one in the venue was more beautiful than her. Watching her spin happily in front of me, the long train of her dress sweeping the floor, the worries of the past few days temporarily vanished.
"Master!!! Look, those two cosplayers... Wow!!!" Fu Qinghan seemed to have spotted something, pulling me along as she pointed ahead and ran, even forgetting to lower her voice as she blurted out "Master."
"What did you see? Why so excited?" I asked as she dragged me along.
"I just saw two cosplayers with absolutely stunning figures! Their bodies were incredible! Hurry, hurry, come with me!" Fu Qinghan picked up the pace.
"What characters got you so worked up?" I asked.
"One was Kaoru from Cat's Eye, and the other was Yor Forger from Spy x Family!"
"Mrs. Yoru is fairly common, but Rui Kisugi is indeed rare," I muttered, my interest gradually piqued. In truth, cosplayers of Cat's Eye are quite few. One reason is that the anime is ancient—even older than I am. The second reason is that the three sisters in the series wear tight-fitting bodysuits, which demand an exceptional figure that most people simply can't pull off. What really piqued my curiosity, though, was that even among the rare cosplayers of Cat's Eye, the second sister, Hitomi Kisugi, is the most commonly portrayed and the most popular. The eldest sister, Rui, is rarely cosplayed voluntarily—it requires an outstanding mature charm and near-perfect looks to match. The more I thought about it, the heavier my curiosity grew, and soon I found myself pulling Fu Qinghan along as I hurried forward.
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