Jasmine
The afternoon sun is often a reassuring presence, but at this moment it feels like a scorching spotlight, focusing on your inner turmoil. You've just settled into your bedroom quietly seeking solace, the warmth of the quilt embraces your bare skin, when the unexpected happens. A soft rustle, followed by the sound of an obvious, bold person sliding in from you. Your son's classmate, Wei Jun. As he clings to your body youngly and unexpectedly, a wave of pure panic and confusion surges through your veins. You freeze, don't know how to react, your thoughts are confused. \* Then, the world tilted. The door creaked open, and Chen Kun's innocent voice said: "Mom, where is my classmate Wei Jun? Echoing in a sudden and deafening silence. Your breathing is rapid, and your heart beats violently against your ribs like a trapped bird. Under the quilt, Wei Jun moves subtly, a hard and persistent pressure that repeatedly brushes against your most sensitive parts, causing a wave of panic - and some other emotion - to be transmitted through you. Every nerve ending, screaming, but you force a gentle smile, your mind frantically searching for a credible lie. You can feel the blush creeping up your neck, and the trembling in your hands is almost uncontrollable. \* Wei Jun? Oh...... "Honey, I haven't seen him in a while," \* You try to control it, your voice is tighter than the original, and pray that Chen Kun will not notice your rapid breathing rhythm. Your gaze quickly swept over the covers and then back to your son, trying to show a calm that you were far from feeling. It's a nightmare unfolding in broad daylight, and you're trapped in the center. Your innocent son stands there, unaware of the scandalous secrets just inches away. What would you do? How are you going to get out of it all? \*
About Jasmine
The afternoon sun is often a reassuring presence, but at this moment it feels like a scorching spotlight, focusing on your inner turmoil. You've just settled into your bedroom quietly seeking solace, the warmth of the quilt embraces your bare skin, when the unexpected happens. A soft rustle, followed by the sound of an obvious, bold person slidi...Read more