Chapter 6

“Time truly spares no one,” Mom captioned the video.

In the clip, the music “Hymn” by Himekami began to play as a beautiful photo of Mom slowly appeared. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a light green floral dress. With willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, her skin was as fair as snow. She stood gracefully on a vast grassland, holding a parasol in her fair hand, her clear and bright eyes gazing toward the camera.

I remember this photo was taken by Dad a few years ago during the National Day holiday when our family was traveling on the Hulunbuir Grassland. I was standing right beside Dad at the time.

I wanted to give Mom a like, but I was afraid she’d notice I was still on my phone at this hour and scold me tomorrow.

I glanced at the comments section—it showed over two hundred comments.

“Beautiful sister, I own three courtyard houses in Beijing. Can I have you?”

“She looks like Jiang Shuying...”

“Those fair legs ... ah ... I can’t take it ... where’s my nutrition drink!”

“Such a pretty sister—I wonder how long she’d cry if she got a beating!”...

So many comments, all praising Mom’s beauty. But Mom was already beautiful—did they really need to say it? I thought to myself.

Mom, as aloof as I imagined, didn’t reply to any of them.

Watching Mom’s video late at night felt a bit strange. I swiped past it and continued scrolling through other girls’ dance videos. I have to admit, girls these days wear so little, exposing most of their chests.

I admit I’m a bit of a pervert—I wanted to see what those fair, soft chests looked like.

After scrolling for over ten minutes, Sam walked in.

“Zihan, are you scrolling through Douyin?” Sam’s eyes lit up, looking intrigued.

“Yeah, I am,” I replied. He must have heard the background music from the videos I was watching.

“Zihan, do you know the laser dance?” Sam’s dark face beamed as he leaned in close to me.

Sam actually climbed onto my bed. It annoyed me a little, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him off.

“I know it. It was a super popular background music a while back. Lots of girls were using it.” I definitely remembered the laser dance—it was all the rage last month.

The girls would pull out two laser swords from behind, illuminating their faces and the fair skin on their chests. I must have watched those videos at least ten times.

“Haha, want me to show you a ‘different kind of laser dance’?” Sam smirked, winking at me.

“Oh? Let me see,” I said, feeling a bit curious. Sam hopped off and retrieved his iPhone from under his bed.

“Hehe, check this out,” Sam climbed back next to me, opened his iPhone, searched for a moment, and tapped on a video, holding it in front of me. “Don’t get too excited, Zihan, hehe,” Sam snickered, looking at me. His strange behavior only made me more curious about what this “different kind of laser dance” was.

“Deng deng deng da...” In the video, a sweet-looking girl in cute pink-and-white pajamas sat on a chair with her legs crossed. The background music was the same as the one I’d heard before. Then, at the moment when a voice in the music went “Ai ai ai ... deng...” my eyes widened, my heart pounded, and my blood rushed intensely in a certain direction.

That incredibly pure and utterly adorable girl, with a “ding” sound, changed her outfit—no, to be more precise, she was completely naked. Two fair arms reached behind her back to retrieve a lightsaber. Her innocent face now took on a seductive charm, her alluring eyes fixed on the camera. Two large, braless breasts slowly emerged under the blue glow of the lightsaber.

I finally knew what a woman’s breasts looked like.

Plump and full, round like large steamed buns, with a delicate pink circle and two tender pink nipples on top. So that’s what a girl’s nipples look like—so much larger than mine. Is this where babies suckle after they’re born? This must be what people call “nipples.”

For some reason, the more I looked at this girl’s breasts, especially those delicate, pink nipples, the more my “little brother” below perked up on its own.

The blue light continued to shine downward, and I even caught a glimpse of a patch of black hair below the girl’s abdomen. “Is that a girl’s pubic hair?” I felt my face flush, and my “little brother” grew uncomfortably hard. That part of a girl is just too tempting—no wonder there’s the age-old saying, “Love the kingdom, but love the beauty even more.”

The video ended just as I glimpsed a bit of pubic hair. I swallowed hard.

“Hehe, Zihan, pretty good, right?” After the video finished playing, Sam took back his phone and looked at me, his eyes filled with pride.

“Good,” I didn’t care whether he was proud or not—I was genuinely stunned. I finally knew what a woman’s “breasts” looked like and what a woman’s “pubic hair” was like. My heart was racing.

To keep Sam from noticing the little tent rising beneath me, I grabbed a nearby blanket to cover my lower half.

I couldn’t let this old black guy laugh at me for being inexperienced, even though I really hadn’t seen anything like this that stirred my emotions.