Knowing Mom would be off work soon, I hurriedly cleaned the living room and kitchen, tidying up the entire house. Then I returned to the bedroom to wipe away the water stains Sam had left on the desk, chair, and floor. As I passed by the bed and saw Sam still fast asleep, my anger flared up again. But remembering that his exchange period was almost over and he would soon return to Africa, my frustration eased a little.
"Sam, Mom will be home soon, and you're still sleeping!"
I walked over to his side and nudged the blanket with my foot.
"Huh?! Is Mom back? I'm done for!"
Sam's eyes shot open, and he reflexively sat up in a hurry, his penis swaying a few times inside his black sweatpants.
Watching Sam's panicked reaction, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Even though Sam had violated Mom before—undoubtedly forcing her—after that slap from Mom, he had clearly become much more subdued.
"Don't panic, Mom isn't back yet," I said with a faint smile, my lips curling slightly in disdain.
"Ah?! I thought Nami... Mom was back!" Sam paused.
Strange, Sam mentioned "Nami" again. What does that mean?
"Sam, when I woke up, I found water all over the desk. Did you knock over a cup?" Thinking of those water stains, I frowned.
"Hehe, Zihan, sorry, maybe I bumped into it without noticing!"
Sam wore an apologetic expression, but the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upward slightly.
"...Be more careful next time. If Mom sees this, you'll be in trouble!" I smirked darkly.
"Yeah, I'll be more careful next time!" Sam laughed happily. What was so funny about that?
Seven o'clock in the evening, in the living room.
"Zihan, why isn't Mom back yet? Shouldn't you call and ask?" Sam said anxiously.
"She should be home soon!" I called Mom.
"Hello! Zihan, Mom has to work overtime at the company tonight. You two order takeout."
Mom answered the phone.
"Okay, Mom, come back early!"
After hanging up and telling Sam that Mom was working overtime, Sam smiled slightly, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he seemed uneasy.
Ten o'clock at night, on the living room sofa.
"Zihan, Mom is really late tonight. Could she have gone drinking again? Call and ask," Sam said, looking at me.
Sam was even more worried about Mom than I was. My heart sank.
"...Ring... ring..." Mom didn't answer the phone, and I started to feel uneasy too. Maybe she was still busy, I thought.
By ten-thirty, Sam looked at me and stood up.
"Zihan, Dad is away for work, and he told us to protect Mom. Call her again and ask?" Sam said urgently.
"..." I also felt uneasy and called Mom again.
"...Ring... ring... Zihan! Mom... is having dinner! I'll be back soon!" Mom's voice sounded a bit slurred, as if she were drunk.
"Mom, have you been drinking? Where are you? I'll come pick you up!"
I was worried.
"Don't worry, Aunt Wen is here too—your class monitor's mom. Don't worry!"
Mom's voice made it clear she was drunk. I knew Li Xiaojun's mom also worked at the bank, but why were they together?
"Mom, where are you? If it gets too late, we'll come pick you up!" I said.
"Giggle, good baby, Mom is at Zhonghai International Hotel, room 3238. Can't talk now, don't worry!" I heard a burst of noise from the other end.
It seems like Mom and the others are having a banquet?
"What's wrong, Zihan? Is Mom drunk? Let's go pick her up!" Sam said.
"Seems like she's drunk, having dinner at Zhonghai Hotel, room 3238!" I replied.
"Let's go, we'll wait for Mom there. It's getting late anyway!" Sam seemed genuinely concerned about Mom, making me feel a bit ashamed since it was my own mother who was drunk at the hotel.
"Let's go! Oh, by the way, Sam, Mom said Aunt Wen is there too—Li Xiaojun's mom!"
I added.
"Whoa! Zihan, maybe Mom is arranging a marriage for you! Then you and the class monitor could... hehehe..."
Sam gave a sly grin.
"Cut it out... as if!" But secretly, I was thrilled. If Mom and Li Xiaojun's mom really were arranging a marriage for me, well, having Li Xiaojun as my wife wouldn't be so bad!
"Hahaha...! Zihan, when the time comes, I'll be your witness. Dear Ms. Xiaojun, do you take Mr. Zihan to be your husband, for richer or poorer..." Sam kept chattering as we walked to the entrance to change our shoes.
"Damn... stop it... let's just go!" I definitely didn't want Sam as my witness. How could a "nigga" be qualified?!
"Hahaha, alright, Zihan! Should we call the class monitor to come with us?" Sam asked.
"...No need. After picking up Mom, we'll just go home! The class monitor is probably asleep by now!"
I wanted my future wife to rest well. Calling her out in the middle of the night with Sam around was not ideal.
"Mhm, okay, let's go!"
Sam and I headed toward Zhonghai International Hotel.
By the time we reached the hotel entrance, it was almost 11 p.m. If Mom had been drinking, she was probably close to passing out. Seriously, Mom, you're an adult—shouldn't you know how to take care of yourself?
As Sam and I walked into the hotel, a young man in a suit stopped us in the lobby.
"What are you two doing here?!" He looked like a manager and spoke with an unfriendly tone.
"We're here to pick someone up."
I said.
"Pick someone up? How do I know you're not here to steal something?!"
The manager kept eyeing Sam, who was now nearly six feet tall and inexplicably muscular. Despite his words, the manager didn't dare approach us.
"...My mom is upstairs. She called me to pick her up. Here, look." I showed him my phone, but he only glanced at it before turning his attention back to Sam.
"You can go up, but he can't!" the manager said.
"He..." I started to explain, but Sam patted my shoulder.
"It's fine. I'll wait down here, Zihan. You go up and bring Mom down!" Sam flashed a wide grin, but his eyes were fixed on the tall, thin man in front of him.
"...Alright."
I glanced at the manager and headed toward the elevator. If I understood correctly, Sam was being discriminated against. Though it felt a bit strange, I couldn't help but feel a little pleased. Serves you right, Sam, for acting so arrogant lately!
The elevator took me to the 32nd floor, room 3238. From outside, I could hear all sorts of voices inside—it definitely sounded like they were drinking.
As I was debating whether to open the door and go in, a man emerged from inside. He looked quite young, in his early twenties, reeking of alcohol. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, his leather shoes polished to a dark shine, with neatly combed-back hair—handsome in a way.
"..." Our eyes met. He glanced at me and headed toward the end of the hallway on the 32nd floor, which seemed to lead to a restroom.
When he pushed the door open earlier, I caught a glimpse inside. There seemed to be quite a few people, so it definitely wouldn't be appropriate for me to go in now. Showing up to look for my mom would be out of place.
My stomach was aching slightly again. Glancing at the restroom at the end of the hall, I had no choice but to head that way.
In the restroom, I was struggling through a bout of intense diarrhea—definitely something wrong with the takeout I had tonight.
"Old Wang! What? Let's wrap it up soon. We'll find a place later and take them along for a drink. Damn, I've been wanting to get with her for ages!"
A man's voice came faintly from the stall next to mine. The hotel restroom was luxuriously decorated, with each stall independent, soundproof, and private.
Maybe because I was close to the person next door, I listened quietly and could still make out faint bits of conversation.
"Heh, Old Wang! Tonight, she's definitely mine! I've been working on her for so long. This time, I even helped her with her KPI. You think she won't be grateful? When we were toasting earlier, I even secretly touched her black-stockinged thigh. Damn, I'm definitely going to have her tonight!"
The man's voice was excited, but it felt like he had something planned and premeditated for tonight.
"Heh, alright, I'm heading back now." After saying that, I heard the toilet flush, and soon someone walked out.
My stomach was still hurting. I called Sam, who said he was waiting downstairs and told me to call him if I needed help. But if he was stopped downstairs, how could he even come up?
A few minutes later, just as I flushed the toilet and was about to check if my mom's meeting had ended, I heard someone walk into the restroom.
"No... this is the men's restroom... don't... ah..." Outside my stall, there was a woman's voice? And she seemed to be resisting something.
"Shh... shh... get in, come on..."
Then came a man's voice, sounding very similar to the one I'd heard in the restroom earlier.
"...Mm... ah... don't... you... ah... no..."
"Get in..."
"Bang... click..."
Then, I heard a stall door close and lock.
Damn, are they really going at it in the restroom? Curious, I leaned closer to the wall of my stall.
"...I helped you meet your targets... did you such a big favor... let me have some fun!"
A man said urgently.
"Ah... no... ah... mm... don't... don't take it off... someone might come in... ah... mm..." a woman gasped softly.
"Come on, baby... damn... your panties are already wet! You're so naughty..."
"Mmm... ah... mm!... no way... it's all your fault... mmm... don't touch there... ah... mm... mmm..."
"You're so naughty... look at my hand... it's all wet from you~ Baby, have you been wanting me to do you for a while now!?"
"Mmm... ah... no~ ah~ you're still touching~... mmm... ah... don't put it in... mmm... okay... just not there... I... I'll agree to anything... mmm... don't touch... mmm... it tickles... ah..."
"Hehe, so you really are a little slut. I've been wanting to grab that big ass of yours and fuck you for a long time! Come on, baby, turn around."
Thud... thump...
I felt the bathroom wall shake slightly.
"Ah!... You're so bad... No... not there... please... okay?... Mm... mm... please... I'm begging you..." The woman's voice was seductive yet pitifully pleading with the man.
The stall fell quiet for a moment, then I heard the woman let out a soft, breathy moan.
"Ah... mm..."
"Ah... damn... so tight... don't move..."
"Mm... oh... so deep... no... I can't... my... my husband will find out... oh... mmm~ so deep... ah... ah... ah..."
"Baby, you're so hot inside! I almost came just now!"
"No more... pull out~ please~ I'll suck you off... ah, don't move... too... too deep..."
Slap... slap... slap...
The faint sound of flesh slapping together echoed, and I had a pretty good idea of what was happening inside.
"Ah... baby, your ass is so big! Does your husband know you're this much of a slut?"
"I... I'm not... not a slut~ ah, so deep... too! too big... ah ah ah... mmm..."
"Hehe, you like it, don't you? Your husband definitely isn't as big as me—young, thick, and long. You like it, baby, don't you?"
"Don't... don't say that... ah ha... just... just this once... as... as compensation for you... ha ah... so deep... slower... ah... ah... ah..."
"Hehe, I'm gonna fuck your little pussy right through... you're so wet! How are you so... so good, baby, I love you so much!"
"Ah... mmm... faster... faster... so itchy... my pussy is so itchy... ah... ah..."
"Shh... baby, keep it down... someone might be next door!"
"Ah... you... you're so deep... I... I can't... control myself... ah... ah... feels so good... feels so good inside... ah... mm... mm... mm..."
"Hehe, seems I was right—you're a total slut! Next time, I'll fuck you in the office! How about that? Slap..."
"Ah... no... not in the office... so... embarrassing... can't... do that... so big... your cock is so big... my pussy feels so full... ah... good brother... faster... faster... mm... ah... ah... cock... brother's cock... so big... ah... ah... so fast... my pussy is gonna break... ah... ah... ah..."
"Ah... you slut... such a damn slut... be my mistress from now on. I'll take care of your performance reviews! Just keep making me feel this good!"
"Mm... you... so bad... still calling me that... ah... ah, brother... you're hitting... deep inside... ah... so... so good... deeper... a little deeper... ah... ah..."
"Slut, I love you so much. From now on, you're only for me. Your little pussy is only for me to fuck! You hear me?!"
Slap slap... slap slap... slap slap...
"Yes... yes... from now on... my... pussy... is only for... brother... ah so deep... hitting... hitting my cervix... ah... I'm gonna... gonna cum... ah... ah..."
Slap slap... slap slap...
"Fuck! I'm gonna fuck right through you!"
"Ah... fuck through... me... fuck right through me... ah... my pussy... I'm gonna cum... ah... ah..."
"...Ah... fuck..."
Slap...
"Ah... huff... huff..."
"Ah... mmm..."
Then, the room fell silent. The man must have finished. But damn, that woman really was a slut. Listening to her moans and whimpers, the little guy in my pants had long since stood up stiff and hard.
"Hehe, baby, you're so naughty! My pants are soaked from your wetness!"
The man spoke excitedly.
"...Hmph! Alright! Just this once! Let's pretend nothing happened! Ah... stop touching!..."
The woman said sternly, then suddenly let out a soft moan.
"Ah... a woman's pussy smells so good! Baby, let me lick it! I really want to taste your big clam!"
"Hmph! You're not keeping your word! I said just this once! Alright, it's settled, tonight we pretend nothing happened! I need to go, or they'll get suspicious!..."
"Hehe, fine, go ahead... watch out for anyone coming! Slap!..."
"Ah... you bad guy!..."
"Give me your stockings. Are you planning to go back to your husband wearing torn stockings that show your pussy?"
"...You jerk... hmph!"
After a while.
"Hehe, so fragrant, thanks baby... Slap..."
"Ah... you... hmph!"
"Click... sigh..."
"Click... click... click..."
The restroom door opened, and a woman in high heels walked out. I really wanted to see what such a promiscuous woman looked like.
Not long after, the man also left. I waited in the restroom for a bit before walking out.
Those two had only been having sex in the restroom for about ten minutes. So desperate—couldn't they just get a hotel room?!
I returned to room 3238. It still seemed crowded inside, so I called my mom.
Mom answered the phone right away.
"Mom, aren't you back yet? It's so late! Sam and I came to pick you up!"
I said.
"Ah, hehe, okay, sweetie, don't worry. I'll be right down."
After hanging up, I headed downstairs, thinking Mom would come down soon.
Sam was sitting on the sofa in the lobby. When he saw me come down, he looked at me with confusion.
"Mom will be down soon," I said.
"Okay, we'll leave as soon as Mom comes down." Sam glanced at the manager not far away.
But after about ten minutes, Mom still hadn't come down. I felt inexplicably uneasy and decided to go back to 3238. If Mom didn't come out, I'd go in and call her.
When I reached 3238, the door was wide open. A few people inside were whispering to each other, looking heavily drunk. I scanned the room but couldn't see Mom anywhere?!
But Mom hadn't come downstairs either. Where could she be? And where was Aunt Wen?
I called Mom again, but this time no one answered. I started to panic—what if Mom had fallen somewhere?!
Just as I was growing frantic, a greasy, middle-aged bald man came out of the restroom, wearing a lewd, sleazy smile. Why did he look so familiar?
He glanced at me, frowned, and stepped into the elevator. I checked the floor he pressed—it was going up?
That bald man... wasn't he one of the three colleagues who had drinks with Mom last time?
Realizing this, I felt a surge of dread and headed to the 42nd floor.
"Sam, come up to the 42nd floor right away! Mom might be in danger!" I quickly messaged Sam on WeChat.
"On my way!" Sam replied.
Ugh, I was really losing my composure. How could Sam even get up here? The manager wouldn't let him.
When I reached the 42nd floor, there were so many rooms!
I was completely lost. Was Mom really up here?
If Mom had gone down, either Sam or I would have seen her. Thinking this, my breathing grew even more rapid.
Wait—Mom's phone! If Mom is here, I can call her and listen for her phone ringing in one of the rooms.
Without a moment's hesitation, I dialed Mom's number again. Thankfully, the call went through. Then, I pressed my ear against each tightly shut door, listening carefully.
As if fate had already decided, just as Mom's call was about to go unanswered again, I stood outside room 4238 and heard her familiar ringtone drifting through the crack beneath the door.
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