Chapter 4

I have never slept so comfortably.

If the thick curtains hadn’t blocked out the sunlight, which had turned my eyelids bright yellow, I think I could have slept for another hour or so.

But when I opened my eyes this time, I no longer felt tired.

“Ugh-ha!”

Stretching out nicely after waking up is definitely one of the happiest moments in life! I thought.

Then, my falling palm touched a warm rod-like object.

I looked down and saw the masturbator with an evil appearance coming into my sight.

I suddenly remembered the madness of last night.

The entanglement of flesh walls, the sucking of the little mouth, the splashing of obscene fluid, and the bone-eroding pleasure.

Then a wave of fear came over me.

I pulled back the quilt and saw the penis hanging limply on my belly like a worm. I breathed a sigh of relief: “Fortunately, the penis is still alive.”

I picked up the masturbation cup and began to observe the culprit that had obsessed me last night and made me feel scared today.

The cup body is still dark red with green veins, and the bright red hole is squeezed into a small gap. The length and diameter have not changed, just like when it was just taken out of the box.

“Where’s the semen? Where are all those big bubbles of semen I have?”

Although I don’t know how many times I ejaculated in the end, I still remember the first two times. Logically, even if the masturbator is of good quality and has not been deformed by me, there should be some traces left after the various liquids have dried. But the masturbator in front of me, although it looks disgusting, is indeed as clean as new, and there is not even a trace of dirt around the small hole.

Seeing this, a word suddenly popped up in my mind.

“Self-cleaning?”

This unscientific scene made me shudder, and I looked at the penis under me that seemed to be safe.

I fiddled with my penis anxiously, carefully feeling every inch of change, and only relaxed after making sure everything was normal: “Hmm ... it really doesn’t seem to have any effect on me.”

At this moment, I felt a sudden tingling sensation in my lower body as if it had been awakened by the fiddling. I scratched it for a long time with a grimace in my teeth. When I raised my hand, I saw that the gaps between my nails were filled with white flakes.

I spread my thighs apart and took a look, only to find that the entire crotch was covered with a thick membrane-like substance, which was torn in a few places by my scratching, and there were tiny grayish-white fragments scattered around the edges.

The membrane, which had long since dried, clung to his body, stretching his skin tight, and leaving grayish-white marks extending all the way down to his buttocks.

I moved my butt and saw large patches of white water stains on the bed, which showed last night’s glorious battle record like a soldier’s medals.

I glanced at the masturbation cup beside me, then pouted and sucked my teeth: “Now I have to wash the sheets, don’t let mom see...”

Speaking of my mother, I suddenly remembered: Why didn’t she wake me up in the morning?

Could it be that I didn’t hear it?

I raised my head and looked at the door that had been locked since last night, with a trace of relief on my face: “I didn’t hear it? At most, I will be scolded by my mother, but these things cannot be seen by my mother.”

I sneaked out of the bedroom, holding a balled-up bed sheet in my hands, and moved towards the bathroom like a spy behind enemy lines.

When I passed my mother’s room, I glanced at it carefully. I didn’t see anyone, but I smelled the scent of air freshener. I was shocked to realize that my bedroom must be filled with a strange smell, so I hurried, thinking about going back to open the window for ventilation after I was done.

“But why did mom spray air freshener in the room?”

Without thinking much, I trotted all the way to the bathroom, but I heard the humming sound of the washing machine through the door, and my heart skipped a beat.

“It’s over. Mom is washing clothes. If I go in now, I’ll be caught!”

But I can’t not wash it! I can’t put it back, or hide it and put a new one on, or I’ll be asked about it!

--The only bed sheet I have is the gray-blue one I bought myself at great expense. The others are all soft pink ones bought by my mother...

The color difference is too big.

I looked at the sheet in my hand, wrapped the part with water stains inside, gritted my teeth, pushed the door and walked into the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother standing in front of the washing machine with her back revealed.

For some reason, she didn’t wear her favorite nightgown, but instead changed into a thin two-piece spring and autumn pajamas. Her hair, which had just been done yesterday, was tangled together, looking messy as if it had been wet by sweat and then dried into clumps.

“cough!”

I coughed lightly and greeted my mother, “Mom...”

As soon as the word “Mom” came out of my mouth, my heart was moved, as if I was back to last night when I was frantically pulling out and inserting the masturbation cup with red eyes, and my eyes unconsciously glanced at my mother’s buttocks.

“What are you thinking about!!”

I cursed myself, took a deep breath, held my composure, and tried my best to pretend to be natural and said again: “Mom, what a coincidence that you are here to wash clothes too?”

After saying that, I wanted to slap myself twice. What a coincidence! Clothes are usually put in the clothes basket!

But my mother seemed not to hear me and just stood there in a daze without moving.

I hesitated for two seconds, took a few steps forward, and found another topic: “You need to take care of your hair. You can’t just leave it like this.”

My mother was still standing there in a daze, as if her mind was frightened by something. But at this moment, I smelled a strange smell from her. It was not the body odor that I often smell, but the odor of some liquid that had been immersed in a small space for a long time and then slowly dried up.