Chapter 2

After my father answered the phone, he hurried out without even finishing his breakfast. I don’t know what he was busy with.

My phone and laptop were confiscated, so I could only sit on the sofa and watch TV while waiting for Patricia to come.

My sister was lying on the other side of the sofa, playing with her cell phone, her left leg crossed over her right leg, her smooth, white little feet swaying back and forth, looking very comfortable.

I thought that when Patricia came, it would be inconvenient for this guy to do his job here, so I wanted to trick her out.

“That ... Ghost Leg Seven.”

“What? You’re crazy.”

A few years ago, she twisted her ankle and walked with a limp. I had just watched the movie Once Upon a Time in China at that time, so I gave her the nickname Ghost Leg Seven. At first, she was quite resistant to the nickname, but she had her own way of resisting it, and I called her mine, so she had no choice. Later, she gladly accepted it and sent her to the hospital.

I was given a nickname of a psychopath.

To be honest, I kind of like this nickname, and I feel it suits my temperament.

“You finally have two days off, why don’t you go out and play with your classmates?”

“I finally got two days off, so I have to stay at home.”

“Go out and play for a while.”

“I~ don’t~” my sister said in a long tone while playing with her mobile phone.

I reached out and grabbed her cute round big toe, rocked it gently, and coaxed her, “Go out and play for a while.”

She didn’t resist when I grabbed her toes and shook her. She just said impatiently, “You’re so annoying. Why do you always want me to go out?”

“I have to review my lessons and do my homework later.” I continued shaking.

“You write yours, it’s none of my business.” My sister pulled her foot back forcefully.

“You’re at home, disturbing my studies.”

“Wow! I have electromagnetic radiation, and I can interfere with your studies.”

“It’s mainly because you’re so annoying. Whenever I think of you at home, I get upset and have no concentration on studying.”

“Get out of the way.” My sister kicked me hard.

I turned aside and hummed a limerick I had made up: “A ghost-legged seven...

My sister wasn’t angry either. She lifted her little feet and played with her phone while humming, “He’s a psychopath with a hard head. He gets slapped three times a day, and sometimes he’s naked.”

I was about to fight back when the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and saw Patricia standing outside with a smile on her face.

She was dressed very casually today, with a sea-blue jacket on the upper body, white cropped pants on the lower body, light pink sneakers, and a backpack slung over her shoulder. She had a pigtail, airy bangs, and light makeup on her oval face, full of the innocent temperament of a girl next door.

She was much taller than the girls of the same grade, almost as tall as me, but she had a well-proportioned body and a dignified posture, without any signs of hunchback. And her back looked a bit like my mother. When she came to my house before, I often stole my mother’s clothes for her to try on, and they fit her very well.

But I just can’t dress in the way my mother does, maybe it has something to do with her aura.

Patricia’s mother and my mother have been friends for nearly ten years. She has been coming to our house to play since she was young, so we can be considered childhood sweethearts. She is also very familiar with my sister.

“Hey, why did you keep trying to get me out? It turns out that a distinguished guest is coming.” The younger sister stretched out her hand to greet Patricia: “Hi~! Sister-in-law, long time no see.”

Patricia was used to her jokes and was no longer shy. She smiled and said,” Barbara is at home. Is the school on vacation?”

“Yeah.” My sister nodded, then pouted and complained with a wronged look on her face: “I finally got two days off, but he kept trying to kick me out. I don’t know what his intention is.”

“Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense to her.” I pushed Patricia’s back and walked towards the bedroom. She took her schoolbag off her shoulders and said, “Wait a minute, I’m going to the bathroom.”

While she was in the bathroom, I approached my sister and said in a low voice, “I want to invite you to the movies, do you want to go?”

“Not interested.” After a pause, the sister rolled her eyes and said, “Why not just give me two hundred yuan?”

“Where do I get so much money?”

“Come on, take out your stamp album. Any stamp you pick is worth a hundred or eighty yuan.”

“Fifty.”

“two hundred.”

“seventy.”

“two hundred.”

“Forget it.” I thought to myself, even if I give you two hundred, I might as well just go out and get a room.

“One hundred and fifty.” Seeing that I didn’t bargain, my sister started to lower the price.

“One hundred. If you want it, take it. If not, forget it.”

“Give me another movie ticket.”

“Okay~!”

“Add another set of children’s games.”

“Ah? Are you blackmailing me? One hundred dollars plus the movie ticket plus stamps, that’s more than two hundred.”

“Then you can just give me two hundred.”

I was so anxious that I didn’t have time to compete with her. I gritted my teeth and said, “Okay! I’ll give you another set of children’s games later. You leave now.”

My sister slowly stood up and muttered, “Why are you rushing to get me out? There must be something fishy going on.”

When Patricia came out, her sister just happened to close the door from the outside.

“Huh? Barbara’s out?”

“Ah, she went out to see a movie.”

“Oh, I said we haven’t seen each other for a long time and I wanted to chat with her for a while.” Patricia looked a little disappointed.

I said impatiently, “Oh, what’s there to talk about with her, she’s such a nuisance.” Then I put my arm around her shoulders and walked towards my bedroom. Patricia picked up her schoolbag and frowned, saying, “What are you doing? You’re in such a hurry.”

I pushed her into the room, closed the door with my heels, and then rubbed my hands and looked at her with a smile. She seemed to have guessed my thoughts, her face turned red, and she spat, “I know you have bad intentions, and you still talk about studying together.”

“Do the work first, then study.”

I went forward and hugged her, and pushed her down on the bed, and moved my mouth towards her cherry-like thin lips. She put her hands on my face, pushed me away, struggled to sit up, and said seriously: “I’m telling you, we can’t do this anymore.”

I was like a koala, wrapped around her back, put my hands under her armpits, hugged her gently, kissed her swan-like slender white neck, and mumbled, “Why can’t we do this anymore?

What kind of thing?

“Oh~! Why are you so annoying? I’m talking to you about something serious.” Patricia struggled to push me away.

“The most important thing now is to get on the bed and fuck.” I hurriedly moved closer again.

Patricia dodged, grabbed her schoolbag and hit me on the head twice, angrily saying, “Can you be more honest?”

I touched my head and said with a wronged look: “I am very honest. Look, I didn’t touch you.” Seeing her unhappy face, I put away my playful smile, sat up straight, and asked: “What’s the matter? Tell me.”

Patricia sat on the bed and said, “My mother scolded me severely yesterday.”

“Ah? Why? Doesn’t your mother object to our relationship?”

She lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and said, “My mother asked me if we were together.”

“Which one?”

Patricia knew I was asking even though I knew the answer, so she grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it at my face. I quickly apologized, “I know, I know, it’s that. But ... it’s not ... how did your mother know? Did you tell your mother?”

She turned her head and glared at me: “It was your mother who told my mother on WeChat. I was just about to ask you, how did your mother know?”

I scratched my head feeling a little guilty: “Yeah, how did my mother know? It shouldn’t be possible...”

I pointed at her suddenly and said, “It must be you! She must have seen through something about you.”

“How could she see anything about me?” She looked at me suspiciously, “Didn’t you say that?”

“I’m not stupid, why should I tell my mother about this?”

“So how did you explain it to your mother yesterday?”

“I said ... um...” I hesitated for a moment and asked, “How did you explain it to your mother?”

“My mom asked me what we were doing in the storage room. I said, you wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let you.”

“Hey~! You’re putting the blame on me. It was obviously you who kissed me.”

“You asked me to kiss you!”

Patricia got anxious, her eyes widened, and she reached out to pull my ear. I screamed in pain, saying, “It’s me, it’s all my fault. Let go, it hurts!”

Patricia let go of my ear and asked, “What did you tell your mother?”

“I said ... we were playing hide and seek.”

“You’re stupid. How can a senior high school student play hide-and-seek? Your mother will never believe it.” Patricia picked up the pillow again and hit me in the face with it.

“What else can I say? You can’t just say you want to kiss me. It makes you look like a female hooligan.”

“You are the female hooligan. No, you are a hooligan.”

“And then? What did your mother say about you?” I asked.

“My mother just scolded me and didn’t say anything else.”

I clapped my hands and laughed, “See, that’s right. They were the ones who always brought us together and always teased us for being a young couple. Young couples have sex. At our age, we would have been parents in ancient times. I guess they were mentally prepared for it. It was only a matter of time before we had sex.”

Patricia frowned and said disdainfully, “Can you please stop using bad language?”

“You’re just talking about me. You were saying ‘fuck my mom’ two days ago.”

Patricia was anxious, and she put her hands on her hips and said, “You were the one who fucked my mom first.”

“Don’t slander my innocence out of thin air. When did I fuck your mother?”

Her face was flushed red, and she picked up a pillow and smashed it on my head for more than ten times. I raised my arms to block it and said, “I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, isn’t that enough?”

Patricia stopped, her breasts rising and falling, she gasped and glared at me fiercely: “If you do this again, I ... I will tell your mother.”

“You haven’t even married yet, and you’re already complaining to your mother-in-law. Be careful or I’ll make things difficult for you when you get married.”

She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Don’t be so conceited. I’m not sure whether I should marry you or not.”

I smiled and said, “It’s better not to get married. The sky is high and the birds can fly freely, the sea is wide and the fish can jump freely. I don’t want to be tied down by you.”

“What did you say?” Patricia glared at me angrily.

“It’s not what you said. It’s not certain whether we should get married or not.”

Patricia’s eyes suddenly turned red, she picked up her schoolbag and turned away.

I quickly stepped forward, held her hand, and apologized: “I was just kidding, I was just kidding. How can we not get married? We are a perfect match made in heaven. If we don’t get married, the matchmaker will be so angry that he will have a cerebral thrombosis.”

Patricia held herself together for a moment, then burst out laughing, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and scolded, “Can you be a little more serious? You’re always talking slickly, like a street thug.”

I muttered, “You’re talking more and more like my mother.”

Patricia smiled and said, “Why don’t you call me mom?”

I didn’t hesitate and said, “Mom.”

She felt a little embarrassed, and walked towards the desk with her schoolbag, muttering in a low voice: “How shameless.”

I was so pent up that I almost had an idea. I chased after her like a pug, licking her face and saying, “Mom, let’s finish fucking first and then study.”

“You...” Patricia turned her head and glared at me, angrily asking loudly: “Are you going to learn or not? If you don’t learn, I’ll leave.”

“Learn, learn, learn now.” I saw her trying to leave, so I quickly grabbed her. What would I do if she left? I couldn’t let her go at this time. I had to keep her steady first.

Patricia glared at me, sat down at the desk, took out her study materials, and urged, “Hurry up.”

I had no choice but to sit down and study with her. I felt like I was being scratched by a cat, and my whole body was uncomfortable. In addition, the temperature from her body and the faint shampoo scent on her hair made it even harder for me to control myself. My body felt like it was on fire, and my cock in my pants was erect, hard and hot.

Although Patricia always forced me to study, I was actually better than her in grades. Every time we did homework together, she would ask me for help. Our heads were close together. While I was explaining the problem to her, my right hand touched her waist dishonestly, feeling the delicate and elastic skin through her clothes. In my mind, I imagined the scene of stripping her naked, throwing her on the bed and working on her.

Patricia didn’t stop me. She just listened to me carefully as if nothing had happened.

After touching for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I slid my hand down and slipped under the hem of her clothes. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and I couldn’t help but pinch it gently.

Unfortunately, before I could enjoy it, she pricked my other hand with the tip of the pen without saying a word. I cried out in pain and quickly took my dirty hands out of her clothes.

I looked at Patricia pitifully. She stared at me for a moment, and then for some reason, she suddenly laughed. But at this moment, she couldn’t help but farted with a “poof”.

The scene was very awkward for a while. Patricia’s face turned red. I smiled and asked her, “What did you just say?”

“I ... what did I say?”

“Just now.” I said seriously: “What did you say? “Puff”?”

Patricia then realized that I was teasing her, her cheeks turned even redder, and she said angrily, “I said I love you.”

“Ah?” I pretended to be surprised and laughed, “Your love for me is like farting?”

She got angry and humiliated, so she picked up a pen and poked my hand a few times. I screamed in pain and dodged repeatedly.

“I can’t study well with you. I’m going back.” Patricia packed her schoolbag and prepared to go home.

After all this nonsense, I still had something important to deal with, so I couldn’t just let her go. I hugged her from behind, pressed my face behind her ears, blew hot air on her, and whispered, “Good Patricia, dear baby, I miss you so much that I can’t stand it.”

Patricia stopped packing, turned around and said, “You’re annoying! Let me go.”

“No.”

“Will you let it go?”

“I won’t let go.”

“you...”

Patricia tried to separate my arms, but she was so weak that she couldn’t move them. I was really angry, so I decided to do it once and for all. When she wasn’t paying attention, I pushed her forward, put one hand around her waist, and unbuttoned her pants with the other.