"Ugh... I'm going to die..."
Aunt Xia let out a soft moan, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Her delicate hands tightly embraced Zhao An. "Don't pull out, wait a little longer."
Zhao An grinned mischievously and kissed Aunt Xia...
Looking at his dream goddess, he said, "Wait a little longer and it'll be inside your uterus. Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"
Aunt Xia lovingly stroked Zhao An's cheek. "No, I've already given you one.
If I get pregnant again, I'll give you another one!"
Zhang Chang, standing nearby, felt dizzy. What the hell was going on?
His mother had completely fallen, becoming his best friend's bitch.
Otherwise, why would she say she'd keep having his children?
He wanted to stop her, but couldn't speak.
Since his mother was already like this, and increasingly distant from home, why should he bother with such things?
The two lingered for a while before getting up. Aunt Xia simply wiped her vaginal opening with a wet wipe and put on her underwear.
With the sofa providing cover, she wasn't worried about her son seeing.
After getting dressed, she stood up…
Looking at her timid son, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. "Xiao Chang, just put your things there."
She didn't care about what had just happened. It wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the last time her son had heard about her being fucked; he was used to it.
Zhao An lit a cigarette on the sofa…
Watching Aunt Xia get up to busy herself, he grinned. "Zhang Chang, come on, have some tea.
We haven't had tea and chatted together in a long time. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Zhang Chang scratched his head sheepishly. "Yes, it's Xiao Hong, who works at a bar."
She was a prostitute, and he had fallen for one.
Zhao An gave him a subtle look of disdain. Dating a prostitute? How despicable.
"But there's not much I can say. Finding a girlfriend is so hard these days.
Even prostitutes have a hard time finding a suitable one, so there's no need to be so picky. Besides, prostitutes might not even be interested in them."
"That's fine too. As long as two people like each other, nothing is a problem.
I'll give you a big red envelope when you get married, haha."
"Thanks a lot, hehe.
My dad's been running a logistics business lately, setting up a courier pickup point. Business is pretty good, and I'm helping out."
Zhang Chang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed.
His own marriage had ultimately ended in divorce.
Even if they hadn't divorced, his father probably wouldn't have been able to tolerate his wife's infidelity and pregnancy. It's better that they've separated; they can live their own lives.
As her son, he wouldn't have to be caught in the middle. "Not bad, take your time.
As long as you provide good service, making a living is quite easy.
By the way, are you planning to take the college entrance exam again?"
Zhao An exhaled a smoke ring. He had turned down many invitations from universities, many top universities wanted to invite him.
However, Zhao An didn't want to go. His woman was about to become a university president, and he definitely wanted to help.
A university producing a billionaire would be excellent publicity.
Besides, he didn't want to leave. Going to other universities was just for picking up girls and playing around with women.
Zhao An wasn't lacking in women. Even if he didn't look for any himself, his subordinates would find them for him.
For him, ordinary women held no appeal anymore.
"Um, I heard that our school's university entrance exam starts in the second half of the year. As local students, we have a big advantage."
Zhang Chang asked tentatively. He was good friends with Hou Ling, the son of the principal, Bai Junlin, and naturally knew this.
Moreover, Hou Ling, like him, was a founder of the "Cuckold Association."
Both his mother and his wife were Zhao An's mistresses, his bitches, and had even borne him children—they were practically brothers in misfortune.
Zhao An nodded. "That's right, I'll be studying at this university too.
By the way, any activities lately?"
Zhang Chang had learned his lesson; he didn't go out anymore. Aside from having sex with his prostitute girlfriend, he'd chat with people in the association about cuckolding, and spend most of his time helping out at his father's clinic.
"No, but there's a parent-teacher conference next week.
Will your aunt be attending?"
"Parent-teacher conference? No, she won't go."
Zhao An shook his head. His mother didn't want to go. She was indifferent and didn't care about these things.
Besides, the topics discussed at the parent-teacher conference weren't important; it didn't matter whether she went or not.
Usually, it was his older or younger aunt who went, but the homeroom teacher wouldn't dare say anything if she didn't—that's the benefit of money.
Zhao An stroked his chin and took out a photo to look at.
After sleeping with An Hong last time, he became interested in his classmate's beautiful mother.
Even if she wasn't pretty, being a classmate's mother was still very tempting.
His fingers slid across the screen…
Looking at the series of photos and accompanying information…
He knew every classmate's background inside and out; he was selecting his prey.
Zhang Chang felt a little awkward. It seemed he could finally bring up the increasingly suggestive topics with his best friend.
They were no longer from the same social class; they had nothing in common…
And mothers were a topic he didn't want to discuss. Sitting there like this was a bit awkward.