"Ah... mmm... no... mmm... ah... mmm... ah... mmm..."
As I finished, the restroom and its surroundings fell into complete silence, making the strange sounds even clearer.
Why did this sound so much like the noises girls made during the "adult games" Sam had mentioned?
Although I had only learned about adult games from Sam's videos, the urgent and somewhat pained sounds matched perfectly with what I had heard in those clips.
Someone was playing adult games in that building! On a sudden impulse, I held my breath, crept out of the restroom like a thief, glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, and then slipped behind the toilet, tiptoeing along the path.
"Ah... mmm... oh... so deep... mmm... ah... slap... slap..."
As I quietly approached the abandoned two-story building, a woman's moans drifted down from a broken window on the second floor.
"Slap slap slap... ah... slow down... mmm... you... there... it's too big... mmm... slap slap slap... I can't... take it anymore... ah..."
Why did this woman's voice sound so familiar?
"Don't scream so loud... slap slap slap... you slut... if you keep screaming... I'll stop..." A man's voice came from upstairs, sounding somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
"Mmm... oh... whimper... slap slap slap..."
"Whimper... mmm..."
After the man spoke, the woman's voice grew much softer.
"Slap slap slap..." The sounds of slapping and impact continued.
These two were really bold, doing this at school without fear of being caught.
"Slut, haven't had you in a few days, is your little hole itching? So eager to call me out?"
"Mmm... mmm... whimper... no... mmm... whimper..."
The woman's voice sounded strained, as if her mouth was being covered.
"Slap slap slap slap slap..."
"Ah... ah..."
"Slut, can't handle a few more?" This voice sounded a bit like Sam's, but I couldn't be sure.
"Mmm... whimper... slap slap slap... slap slap slap... ah..."
"My baby, keep it down, even though no one's around now..."
"Whimper... mmm..."
"Slut, next time, I'll come to your place... slap slap slap... mmm... ah..."
"Mmm... ah..."
I noticed the tattered, paper-covered window on the second floor trembling slightly, with a pale hand pressed against it, fingers splayed wide.
"Come on, let's switch positions."
This man's voice sounded so much like Sam's. Frowning, I tried to sneak upstairs, gently pushing the door, but it was tightly shut.
"Ah... Sam... you're so bad..."
A woman's voice. This woman's voice... wait, did she just say Sam?
"Ah, someone might see us... mmm... Sam... no... mmm..."
I looked up at the window of the room partially hidden by the hillside. A woman with long hair was facing away from the window, her hair swaying rhythmically.
"Ah... don't bite... mmm... mmm... yes... deep... there... Sam... slower... mmm... ah..."
The woman's slender, pale arms seemed to be embracing something in front of her.
"Ah... my baby, your milk... tastes so good..."
What? That voice—it really was Sam's. Had Sam found a new girlfriend at school?
And milk? What milk?
"Ah... don't squeeze... mmm... yes... I'm... mmm... coming... mmm... mmm..."
The woman's voice grew more urgent. What was coming?
"Ah... there... I'm... mmm... going to break... mmm... ah..."
The woman let out a louder cry than before. Then, I saw something resembling milk spraying onto the windowpane, sliding down in streaks.
"Ah... baby..."
A low, muffled groan from the man followed. I watched as a pair of dark hands pressed down on the tea-black hair and the snow-white neck within it.
Then, a dark face appeared in the window.
It was Sam. Thankfully, he was looking down at his lower body and didn't notice me hiding behind the shelter below.
So, Sam was playing adult games. When did he get a girlfriend at school?
"Baby, next time, we'll go to your place," Sam said, grinning widely as he looked down at the woman beneath him.
"...No... last time we almost got caught..." a very familiar female voice replied.
"It's fine. I'm already good friends with him. Didn't you see how impressed he looked with me during dinner?" Sam continued, his gaze somewhat doting.
"Mmm... you're so bad..."
"Alright, next time at your place, I'll do you before he gets back and fill your little pot with my milk."
After saying this, Sam crouched down, and his dark figure disappeared from the window.
"Mmm... don't lick... mmm... ah..."
"Hehe, my baby, not now. Save it for next time at your place," Sam said.
"Mmm... you're so bad... my clothes are all wet..." This woman's voice was too familiar, yet I couldn't place who it was.
"Hehe, it tastes so good. I want more... slurp..."
"Mmm... no... hurry... class is about to start..."
"Mmm... it's so delicious..."
"My baby, lick it clean for me..."
Lick what clean? I was puzzled.
"Mmm..."
Sam said something else, and then there was silence.
The world fell back into the dead quiet of the afternoon, as if nothing had happened.
Then, I heard the sound of a belt being buckled. Startled, I quickly jogged back to the classroom. If Sam caught me eavesdropping, I wouldn't know how to explain myself.
Not long after I returned to the classroom, Sam walked in cheerfully, holding three bottles of water and grinning. He was wearing his summer school uniform, with the same long trousers as the rest of us, but they couldn't hide the slight sway of something in his pants as he walked.
Li Xiaojun glanced at Sam, whose face was still flushed and whose eyes were as charming as silk. She must have been warmed by the afternoon sun while practicing spoken English with Sam earlier. I was used to them going out together to practice their English, and I didn't find it strange at all—after all, Li Xiaojun was so dedicated to improving her spoken English.
"Class monitor, Zihan, I'll treat you both to a drink."
Sam returned to the seat next to me and handed drinks to me and Li Xiaojun.
"Thanks, Sam."
I smiled, then lay my head on the desk and went back to sleep. Soon, I could hear Sam's steady breathing and caught the faint, pleasant fragrance mixed with a slightly milky, almost fishy scent that seemed to linger around him. This continued until the first English class of the afternoon began.
Looking at English teacher Sun Xiaoxiao on the podium, her long, slightly curly hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders. She wore a light green knee-length floral dress, from which a pair of snow-white, slender legs peeked out, clad in flesh-colored stockings.
On her feet were a pair of silver-white summer high heels. As she faced us while teaching, her fair and smooth neck led down to two full, plump breasts that seemed to press against the lectern. Teacher Sun had a noticeably large bottom, but with the dress on, its shape was hard to make out.
I wondered if there was still milk in the two breasts on Teacher Sun's chest. Would that little baby still drink her milk? What does milk taste like?
How strange—I didn't know why I was thinking about milk. Glancing at Sam, he seemed to be listening to Sun Xiaoxiao's lecture very attentively.
During a discussion, Sam called Sun Xiaoxiao over to explain a question. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but out of the corner of my eye, it seemed like Sam's dark hand brushed against Sun Xiaoxiao's fair, slender fingers as she pointed to a sentence in his textbook.
When I turned to look at them, Sun Xiaoxiao's hand was still resting on Sam's textbook, and Sam's hand was busy writing beside it. It must have been my imagination. Still, Sun Xiaoxiao's fragrance was so enticing—a light, fresh scent that made me secretly take a few deep breaths. Hmm, there was also a faint milky aroma. She must still be breastfeeding her baby.
Lost in thought, I gazed at the expanse of snowy white skin on Sun Xiaoxiao's chest. Those two soft mounds must be incredibly tender—I wondered what they would feel like to touch… What was I thinking? She's a teacher.
Who is Sam's new girlfriend? I need to find a way to pry it out of him. He's been playing grown-up games at school behind my back—such fun games, and he didn't even invite me…
The strange incident that happened at the dilapidated two-story "haunted house" not far behind the school restroom was the most frustrating thing that happened to me in April. If only I could find out who Sam's new girlfriend is.
But Sam is so hard to crack. Even by the time the May Day holiday arrived, he still refused to tell me who his girlfriend was. A few times, he even asked me to go home first—who knows if he went off to play grown-up games with his girlfriend.
"Ah, finally, the holiday is here!" Sam and I returned home, but Mom wasn't back yet. It seemed she was still working overtime.
"Tonight, let's ask Mom if she'll come with us. I wonder if Dad will come back too," I said, lying on the sofa.
"Yeah, it would be great if both Mom and Dad could come with us. Our whole family could have a wonderful time together," Sam nodded.
Sam still loves our family. I looked at this brother from Africa with satisfaction.
"It's fine. Even if Mom and Dad don't go, we can spend time with them when we get back," I said.
"Okay," Sam replied with a smile.
"Sam, what's your relationship with the English teacher? When I was cleaning up after the last English class, I saw you kiss her on the cheek…" I recalled how, during the final English class, Sam and Teacher Sun were discussing something. When I returned to the classroom after cleaning, I saw Sam happily hugging Sun Xiaoxiao, his hands seemingly gripping her full buttocks, and he even kissed her on the cheek. When Sun Xiaoxiao noticed me, she pushed Sam away, and Sam kept thanking her profusely.
"Hehe, it's a secret. Teacher Sun is really nice. She taught me a lot about Chinese etiquette." Sam's sincere eyes and honest face made me think this Black guy was truly genuine.
"Pfft, a secret? Could she be your girlfriend? She's already married with kids, and she's 30 years old, hahaha." I burst out laughing. Sam telling me it was a secret was just too funny.
"Hehe, you're right. Teacher Sun and I are just good friends," Sam said, looking at me.
"Pfft... I'm her good friend too."
I ignored Sam after that, picked up some fruit from the table, and popped it into my mouth.
Outside, the sky grew darker, but Mom still hadn't returned. Feeling a bit puzzled, I called her. The phone connected after a moment.
"Mom, are you still at work?" I asked.
"Just got off. I forgot to tell you—Mom has a social engagement tonight, and Dad won't be back until tomorrow morning. You two order takeout for dinner, okay?" Mom's gentle voice came through the phone.
"Got it," I said before hanging up.
"Sam, Mom has a social engagement tonight. She told us to order takeout, and Dad won't be home until tomorrow morning," I said.
"Okay. Mom works so hard..." Sam replied.
"Yeah, well, let's not talk about it. Let's just order takeout." I used my phone to place the order.
In the evening, after the food arrived, Sam and I ate in the living room while watching the news.
"Breaking news: The Xinhán City Health Commission discovered a new virus on the 29th. It is said to have been found at the Xinhán Farmers' Market... spreads quickly, highly infectious... currently under control..."
"Sam, that farmhouse in the suburbs has everything, even a swimming pool. We can have a rematch then!" I said.
I was used to hearing such news on TV, but what stuck in my mind was how Sam had beaten me at swimming before, which really bothered my competitive nature.
"Sure, I won't go easy on you," Sam said with a grin.
"Pfft, no need. I'm gonna crush you!" The thought alone made me angry.
"Alright, let's invite the class monitor to join us tomorrow," Sam said, looking at his phone.
After dinner, Mom still hadn't returned. After 9:30 p.m., we showered and lay down in the bedroom.
"Strange, why is Mom so late tonight?" Sam glanced at me.
"Let me call her again." I tried, but the call couldn't go through.
Ten minutes later.
"Huh? Mom sent me an address on WeChat. What does it mean?"
Sam looked at his phone.
Sam definitely had Mom and Dad's WeChat, but I noticed he even had the teachers' contacts. I often saw him liking Zhang Min's posts.
I wasn't sure if he had added English teacher Sun Xiaoxiao, though.
But he probably did. After all, Sam's face was as thick as a wall—he even dared to kiss Sun Xiaoxiao on the cheek, though it was just a polite European-style kiss.
"Huh? Why would she send you an address? Let me see." I walked over to Sam.
"Royal No. 1, Binhai Avenue, Linhai City?" Isn't that a hotel? Did Mom go there for her social engagement?
"Come to Room 2908 to pick me up. I'm drunk," Mom replied shortly after.
"Mom's drunk?" I frowned.
"Zihan, let's go pick up Mom. She must be in trouble."
Without another word, Sam put on his clothes and pants.
After getting dressed, we headed towards the address Sam had given me.
Hearing Sam say that, I was still very scared. Had something happened to Mom? Dad wasn't home—what should I do?
Fortunately, Sam's fierce demeanor gave me an inexplicable sense of security.
We took a taxi to the entrance of Royal One. Amid the bustling crowd, we walked straight to the front desk.
When we reached room 2908, laughter and chatter could be heard from inside. Sam pushed the door open and entered ahead of me.
"President Lin, have another drink, haha," a man's voice said.
"Mom," Sam called out.
Inside were three men, Mom, and another woman—none of whom I recognized. They were probably colleagues or clients from Mom's workplace.
I saw that Mom seemed quite drunk. A man beside her was leaning in, offering her a drink, and Mom was waving her hand to refuse.
"Where did these brats come from? Oh, and one's a black kid."
"Hahaha…"
The three men burst into laughter.
Sam didn't say a word. He walked over and grabbed Mom's hand. Mom, probably too drunk, nearly fell, but Sam quickly caught her by the waist.
"Zihan, what are you staring at? Come help," Sam said, looking at me.
Only then did I snap out of it. I walked over and took one of Mom's arms. With Sam supporting her other side, we helped her out of her seat.
"Wait a moment," Sam said, returning to Mom's seat to grab her purse. Then he stared at the three men.
The three men, who had been laughing and joking, instantly fell silent.
"Are you coming?" Sam turned to the other woman beside Mom.
"No need. You two take your mom home first. Mr. Li, I'm sorry. President Lin had a bit too much to drink, so I called her son to pick her up. My apologies."
The woman stood up, smiled slightly at us, and spoke to the man in the middle.
"Alright, no problem," the man nodded, giving Sam and me a faint smile.
Sam didn't respond. Instead, he glanced once more at the younger man who had been urging Mom to drink.
I saw the man swallow nervously. Then Sam walked over, and together, we helped Mom back home.
"Ugh…" As soon as we got home, Mom, still wearing her black stockings and without slippers, rushed to the bathroom. On the way, she insisted she wasn't drunk, but now it seemed she might have been telling the truth.
"Ugh…" Mom spent a long time vomiting in the first-floor bathroom before finally returning to the sofa to sit down.
"Thank goodness I have my two little treasures to protect me," Mom said, her long hair cascading loosely. Her eyes curved into a smile, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly. The flush from the alcohol gave her an indescribable charm.
Only then did I notice that Mom was wearing a white short-sleeved blouse and a gray pencil skirt. Her slender legs, clad in black stockings, rested playfully on the sofa, her fair, delicate feet slightly extended.
"Hehe, we promised Dad we'd protect you."
Sam stood up and poured Mom a glass of water.
"Giggle, you two go take a shower and get some sleep."
Mom took the water from Sam, took a sip, and looked at us with rare tenderness in her eyes. I was caught off guard, unsure whether it was the alcohol or the fact that we had gone to pick her up that made her so happy.
"Alright, Zihan, you go shower first. I'll chat with Mom about our plans for May Day," Sam said, looking at me.
I nodded and looked at Mom. Her clothes were neat, and although her face was flushed, it was clean. Mom should be fine—she probably just got too drunk to leave and asked Sam and me to pick her up.
Listening to Sam and Mom chatting and laughing in the living room, the joyful atmosphere once again warmed the approaching midsummer.
After I finished showering, Mom was leaning sideways on the sofa in the living room, while Sam massaged her shoulders from behind. I smiled slightly—Sam was really good at taking care of others.
I returned to the bedroom, and soon Sam came back to get his change of clothes. When I went out to drink water, Mom was no longer in the living room—she must have gone upstairs to shower.
At night, Sam said Mom had agreed that after Dad returned tomorrow, our family would go on a suburban outing with our classmates.
Listening to Sam's steady breathing from the bed below, I thought about the determination he showed when he went to find Mom earlier. I couldn't help but feel impressed—was that what it meant to be manly?
At the time, I had felt somewhat lost and helpless. It seemed I still lacked that masculine courage.
I need to work hard at exercising, playing basketball, and studying—to become a man who can protect Mom, my loved ones, and my family.
Tomorrow, we'll be going on the outing with our classmates. Their parents might come along too, so I can't embarrass Mom and Dad.
With these thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.
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