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Sigh~ It's been so long since I've had such comfortable sleep.
I stretched lazily and stood up in one fluid motion, appearing lively and energetic, with no signs of yesterday's wild escapades until the early hours.
Thinking about my mother's debauchery yesterday, I couldn't help but feel a surge of heat. Yesterday, my mother truly deserved the title of a promiscuous woman, behaving like a thirsty slut, constantly demanding satisfaction. Even I almost succumbed to her advances, barely managing to conquer her after 4-5 rounds of climax. In the end, my mother was too exhausted to make any moves and begged for mercy incessantly.
However, the sexual desire I had suppressed for half a year hadn't diminished in the slightest. Like a pile driver, I repeatedly indulged in my mother's soft and hot body, from her initial desire to her eventual fear. Under my command, she had no choice but to use her seductive red lips to bring me pleasure, leaving her completely exhausted and finally able to fall asleep.
I was exhausted as well, but I reluctantly cleaned up my mother's body, carried her to my parents' bedroom, and placed her next to my father. After making sure nothing was overlooked, I left with a peaceful mind.
Thankfully, my six months of training paid off. Otherwise, I would have been sore and unwilling to move.
Glancing at the clock, it was already past 11 o'clock, nearing lunchtime. I got dressed and went out.
My father was the first to go to bed last night, so it was no surprise that he was the first to wake up today, sitting on the couch and watching TV.
"Awake? Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" my father asked while still engrossed in the TV.
"Not very hungry. Where's Mom?" I asked casually.
"Your mom drank more than ever yesterday, and she's still asleep," my father replied.
While my father was talking, he didn't notice that I was observing him intently, my gaze like that of a hawk, capable of penetrating the depths of one's soul.
"Oh," I said after my father finished speaking, feeling slightly relieved. My father wasn't lying; he genuinely believed that Mom had drunk too much and was still asleep. He had no idea that his beloved wife had been toyed with by his own son countless times the previous night.
This sharp intuition was also the result of the six months of torment in hell. If anyone tried to kill me or outsmart me, I could see right through them. Otherwise, I would have died hundreds of times over.
Today was Saturday, and I was bored, so I sat down and watched TV with my father, or at least pretended to while my mind was already planning the next step.
The current situation was that as long as Mom didn't tell Dad, I had time to conquer her. It wasn't that I was afraid of Dad finding out, but rather that if he did, I wouldn't have another chance to train Mom. I couldn't bear such a loss, so for now, I had to be cautious. Once Mom tasted the sweetness, I didn't believe she could leave me.
But the current situation wasn't entirely in my favour because I couldn't be sure whether Mom would lose control and tell Dad once she woke up. Although I wasn't afraid of things turning sour, losing the opportunity to possess Mom was something I couldn't accept.
Luckily, I woke up earlier than Mom, so there was still a chance to turn things around.
After contemplating for a while, I finally came up with a plan.
"Dad, I want to eat crabs," I said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"Crabs? We don't have anywhere nearby that sells them. Let me think...," my father pondered. There weren't any seafood markets nearby, but since it was my first request after returning home following six months of disappearance, he wanted to do his best to fulfil it. He started thinking about where there might be a seafood market.
"I remember there's a seafood market near Shili Bridge. They have cheap prices," I reminded him at the right moment.
"Oh, right. But it's a bit far..." my father glanced at the clock and continued, "I'll drive there. It'll take about an hour for the round trip. We'll have a late lunch today."
"That would be great. Let me brush my teeth, wash my face, and change clothes. I'll go with you," I suggested.
"No need, I'll go by myself. It'll be quicker if I go alone. Just let your mom know when she wakes up," my father replied, standing up and grabbing the car keys, unaware of the sinister smile on his son's face behind him.
I deliberately mentioned brushing teeth, washing face, and changing clothes, three simple tasks, just to make my father feel like he was wasting time. This way, I could go out alone, and the result didn't disappoint me.
"Okay," I simply responded, and then I heard the sound of the door closing.
Now, it was just my mother and me at home, and I had one hour to find a way to bury last night's events in her heart.
I went to the balcony and made sure my father had left in the car before entering my parents' bedroom and gently pushing the door open.
To my surprise, my mother was sitting on the bed with her back to the door.
Wearing loose pajamas, her head buried in her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. Due to the weight pressing on her sleepwear, it clung tightly to her body, emphasizing the curves of her perfect buttocks. It made my cock uncontrollably stand at attention.
I walked quietly towards her, and she didn't notice until I stood in front of her. Startled, she jerked her head up and quickly moved backward in a panic, like a startled bird encountering a wild beast.
Only then did I notice that my mother was crying. Her exquisite face was adorned with teardrops, her eyes red and puffy, and her long nightgown was soaked, indicating she had been crying for quite some time. Anyone who saw her pitiful and fragile appearance would be unable to resist.
Suddenly, I felt relieved. If I hadn't thought of a way to send my father away, he would have definitely discovered Mom in this state. If he had questioned her even once, everything would have ended.
Perhaps due to crying for too long, Mom was somewhat dazed. When she saw me clearly, her previously delicate appearance vanished, replaced by a face full of anger.
"Who let you in! Get out!" she shouted with a voice louder than I had ever heard before. In my eyes, Mom had always been dignified and noble, even when she was strict. She had never yelled like this, with her voice strained and forceful.
"What's wrong, Mom?" I didn't know what to say, and after struggling for a long time, that was all I managed to utter.
"What's wrong? What did you do to me last night?" Even though I fully knew she would ask this, when Mom actually said it out loud, I suddenly felt at a loss.
"How can I live like this..."
After Mom finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.
As I watched her retreating figure, I could only shake my head helplessly.
At this point, I could only do my best to persuade her. The worst outcome would be returning to the Dragon Group and never seeing my parents again. But I wasn't willing. Now that I've come back, I must get Mom back!
With that in mind, my gaze became determined. I would face any challenges that came my way; no one could stop me from reuniting with Mom.
I walked out, prepared to have a good talk with Mom, but she was nowhere to be found in the living room.
Not in the bathroom either. Could she be in the kitchen?
I looked around and headed for the kitchen, but the next scene almost scared me to death.
Mom was actually holding a kitchen knife, about to cut her wrist. In an instant, I shouted and rushed over.
"No!!!"
At that moment, my physical abilities were pushed to the limit. I covered a distance of 5 meters in a single burst of energy and snatched the kitchen knife from Mom's hand just in time.
I never expected Mom to make such an extreme decision, attempting to commit suicide by cutting her wrist. If I hadn't noticed it quickly, my beautiful angel of a mother would probably be in heaven by now.
I was frantic and angrily said to Mom, "How could you be so foolish? Couldn't we have talked it out? What would I do if you died? You..."
"Slap!"
Before I could finish speaking, Mom slapped me across the face.
This should be the first time Mom ever hit me since I could remember. It didn't hurt at all, but it was rather unbelievable...
Mom was also stunned. She didn't know why she had slapped me. Looking at the red mark on my face, she could feel how much force was behind that slap.
Mom wanted to touch my face with her hand, but midway, she thought of the scene where she was being manipulated and restrained. She stopped herself, leaving her hand hanging in midair, torn between advancing and retreating.
Neither of us spoke, our eyes locked in an awkward silence. Every second passed in the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Eventually, Mom's arm grew sore, and she lowered it, turning her head away from me.
I knew this deadlock wasn't getting us anywhere; I had to speak up first.
"Mom, I know what I did was wrong, but I couldn't help it. Do you know how I've spent the past six months?"
As I spoke, Mom's body trembled slightly. Perhaps she was reminded of the hardships I had endured during those six months.
Originally, I didn't want to tell Mom the truth, but things had reached this point, and if I didn't speak up now, I might never have another chance. Regardless of the outcome, I had to give it a try.
"In fact, I wasn't taken by a pyramid scheme organization in the past six months. That morning when I woke up and saw that note, I felt terrible."
"I didn't know what to do. I wanted to find you, but I was too scared."
"Later, while I was walking on the roadside, I got hit by a car and suffered severe injuries."
"Fortunately, someone saved me. They had advanced medical technology, and I fully recovered from my injuries in less than three days. At first, I thought I would be living there forever, but then I realized I was wrong. It wasn't heaven; it was hell."
"They abandoned me on a small island surrounded by endless sea. There were all kinds of wild beasts on the island, and there were 99 other people with me. We had to fight each other to survive. Only one person could leave the island alive."
"To stay alive, I ate leaves, gnawed on soil, drank seawater, and even killed people..."
"I didn't want to die, all because of you, Mom."
Mom was completely dazed. If all of this was true, how cruel it must have been. She stared blankly at me, her lips pursed, not knowing what to say.
"Afterward, I succeeded. I survived until the very end, killing over a dozen people, all to stay alive and return to this home someday."
"After leaving the island, I was taken to a mysterious organization where I have to be cautious all the time because I never know when someone might take my life."
"They advocate killing; the more people you kill, the more respect you receive. Killing someone earns you the currency there, which can buy anything you can imagine. Human life is worth less than that of an ant there. If you have the ability, you can kill anyone you please."
"Prostitution, gambling, drugs—these things that are done in secret on the outside are rampant there."
"You see girls being gang-raped and tortured to death on the streets, and those in power using drugs as if they were candy. They gamble with human lives. All of these things are too ordinary in that place."
"I had to fight for my own life. At first, when someone tried to kill me, I would hide. But as word spread that I was an easy target, more and more people wanted to kill me, even some perverts who wanted me as their slave or plaything."
At that moment, I truly understood that in order to avoid being bullied, I had to toughen up my fists. So I started fighting back, making sure those who wanted to kill me paid the price.
"Day by day, month after month, I spent half a year in that environment, killing not just hundreds but nearly a thousand people."
Pausing for a moment, I glanced at my mother.
She had regained her senses, but her eyes held a mixture of concern and confusion.
I knew she didn't fully believe me. After all, expecting my mother to immediately accept such a bizarre story was impossible. However, fortunately, I had an ace up my sleeve.
In front of my mother, I quickly took off my shirt. She watched my actions, thinking I was about to assault her, and fearfully covered her eyes, retreating.
"What... What are you doing? If you do anything crazy again, I won't be able to live! Don't think I can forgive you for all this nonsense..."
My mother's voice abruptly stopped as she accidentally caught a glimpse of my body through her palms.
Only then did my mother realize that my fair skin had turned into a bronze complexion. My upper body, in a V-shape, appeared unusually sturdy. My well-defined eight-pack abs and prominent chest refused to be overshadowed. If a woman with a cup size smaller than B saw me, she would probably find a hole to hide in.
Symmetrical lines and muscles that conveyed power without sacrificing beauty composed a physique capable of captivating countless young girls.
If it ended here, it wouldn't prove much. However, starting from the exposed abdomen, extending up to the collarbone and arms, were densely interwoven scars.
The longest one was nearly 20 centimetres, and there was even a circular scar the size of a ping pong ball. Even the most foolish person would know that these were gunshot wounds.
Covered in scars, filled with rage, ferocity, and hatred, every negative emotion could be felt from them. Anyone, even a normal person, would be frightened at the sight of these shocking scars, let alone a mother.
Even though my mother was still angry, when she saw these scars, she was shaken and her heart softened.
Maternal instinct caused tears to well up in her eyes, swirling in her tearful gaze.
My mother extended her small hand, inching toward those scars in the hazy blur of tears...
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Title: Mom's Attempted Suicide