Chapter 1

My name is Zhao Liang. I used to be an outstanding young pioneer walking in the sun. The bright red scarf fluttered on my chest and the five-star red flag was engraved in my heart.

Until the implementation of the “Belt and Road” policy in the second grade class, that is, a student with good grades led a student with poor grades, my beautiful deskmate was replaced by a wretched little fat boy. As a result, his studies improved, but my moral integrity was fed to the dogs.

Under his guidance, I was exposed to the education of various European, American and Japanese AV teachers at an early age. From pornographic novels to pornographic comics, who can tell that a three-good student with stable grades in the top ten of the grade is active in various pornographic forums behind the scenes.

After watching too many small movies, it is natural to compare the women around you with AV actresses.

There are young teachers with big breasts, but the face is also big. The flat and fat buttocks due to long-term sitting and lack of exercise are really not sexy. After eliminating a circle, naturally the person closest to me is left.

My mother is 38 years old this year, but there is not a single wrinkle on her face. Even the corners of her eyes are as smooth as those of a young girl. The butcher knife of time can only return with defeat in front of the “RMB warrior”. My mother is very protective of her face. Her dressing table is piled with all kinds of imported skin care products. The used facial masks are piled up higher than me. She is 1.72 meters tall, with slender and voluptuous legs, and a round and full butt that can make loose pants look tight. The trembling mountains on her chest make the T-shirt look layered. The capable short hair adds a bit of heroism to her charming face, and her body is convex and curvy when she walks. As for my father, I have never seen him since I can remember. My mother only told me that he was not at home because of something. Whose father can be so busy that he doesn’t come back for more than ten years? No man other than me has ever come to my house, not even a relative. Although I am very curious, I don’t care, and I am even a little happy. My mother seems to be an isolated island, with only my mother and me on the island.

I naturally don’t have any feelings for my father whom I have never met. I just don’t know whether he divorced my mother or ran away with a mistress. What kind of mistress can snatch a man from such a perfect mother. The same applies to divorce. I still tend to think that my father is gone.

My mother is conservative by nature. She hates to become a black hole in her sight when she goes out. In addition to the company’s regulations requiring her to wear an OL suit, she wears a dress that covers her ankles in summer and a thick down jacket in winter, which isolates her from the outside world and makes the little pervert at home suffer. I rarely see my mother’s collarbone. At home, my mother will not wear cool and sexy pajamas or anything like that.

Outsiders would never think that my mother, who looks glamorous and beautiful on the surface, is actually an internet addict. After getting married, my mother transformed from a young girl into a beautiful young woman. Her attractiveness soared several levels. Even if she dressed conservatively, she could still attract passers-by to look back frequently.

Gradually, my mother didn’t like to go out anymore, and naturally became addicted to the Internet.

Luckily, my mother loves yoga and has been practicing it non-stop, and has perfect buttocks. When my mother first started learning yoga when I was a child, she often asked me to help her, but unfortunately, I didn’t know that the big breasts and buttocks that made countless men salivate were right in front of me. From time to time, my mother would use me as a crutch, leaning forward with her upper body, pressing on me, and the two plump lumps pressed tightly against my back into a pancake shape. I was blessed, but I kept urging her:

“Hurry up, Mom. I’m very tired”

If time could be turned back, I would definitely give myself two slaps in the face.

Since I was little, my mother trained me to be a robot for picking up parcels without any emotion. I know all the outlets in the villages and receive and return parcels in one go. Whenever I finish picking up a parcel, my mother will smile and reward me. Do you think it is a welfare link of kissing, hugging and lifting up? Too naive. Picking up a parcel will reward me with 2 hours of computer game time, but I can only play the game specified by my mother: Fantasy Westward Journey. Although the operation is simple and I keep running around, it is still fun for a child.