"Hehe, what would your mom think if she knew I've already creampied you?"
It was the same man's voice from earlier—I guessed it was Frank.
"I... I don't know..."
The girl's pale, tender buttocks trembled slightly, and from the crevice between them, thick, concentrated semen was dripping down—freshly ejaculated from Frank's large, dark-brown penis into her little hole.
"Hehe, don't worry, baby. I'll marry you someday! You'll be mine eventually."
Frank really knew how to sweet-talk girls. If he truly intended to marry her, why would he creampie her now—and even mess around with her mother? Are foreigners really that open-minded? I felt worried for this girl.
"Who... who wants to marry you... who says I'm yours..."
The girl lifted her hips. Under the dim, yellowish light, I saw her little hole was full and swollen, like a steamed bun bursting open. Though the light was faint, I could see her hole was slightly reddened—it must have endured intense friction and pounding earlier.
Frank had ejaculated so much semen into her little hole. The thick, milky-white fluid was still flowing out from her pinkish opening, dripping onto the floor.
"I'm going to marry my boyfriend!"
The girl pulled a few tissues from the table, bent slightly, and used her pale, slender fingers to wipe her little hole. She pressed the tissue against it, rubbed gently, then stuffed it into the opening, clamping it between her buttocks—perhaps trying to absorb all the semen inside.
But this Chinese girl was really shameless—having a boyfriend yet messing around with Frank, and even letting him creampie her.
"That weak Chinese boyfriend of yours—can he compare to me?"
After saying this, Frank thrust his lower abdomen forward, and his egg-sized glans nudged the girl's thigh again.
"Ah...! Hmph!"
The girl snorted coldly but didn't refute Frank. It seemed her boyfriend was indeed weaker than Frank in terms of sexual prowess, at least! I secretly felt anxious for that guy.
"Admit it, baby! Let's go for another round—my mom told me to go home!"
Frank extended his dark hand and touched the girl's chest through her short-sleeved shirt.
"No! It hurts so much! I feel like you've already stretched me out down there!"
The girl refused outright. It made sense—having just been creampied by Frank, her little hole couldn't possibly endure another pounding.
The girl stood up, her buttocks shaking a few times, then pulled out the tissue clamped beneath them—it was already damp.
"You're ejaculating more and more—could I get pregnant? I'm so scared!"
The girl tossed the semen-soaked tissue into the trash bin, picked up a pair of gray cotton pants from the desk, and put them on.
"Probably not—didn't I give you the pill? Remember to take it later!"
"Hehe, actually, if you get pregnant, that's even better—then I can marry you!"
"That way, I can fuck your slutty hole for a lifetime!"
"...Hmph! Idiot! Dream on! I won't let you succeed!" The girl pushed the camera aside.
"Give me one more round, baby!"
"No! You should go home—your mom will worry!"
"Baby, give me one last time today... Look how much my dick still wants you..."
Frank's penis nudged against the Chinese girl's tender, upturned buttocks.
"Ah... ha! I can't take it anymore!"
"Really can't? Scared of what I can do?"
"Mmm... in just this short while... you've already done it three times! It hurts so much down there!"
The girl's resentful voice was directed at Frank behind him.
"Alright then. I guess I'll just have to go and fuck your mom..."
"You! Hmph! I'm ignoring you!"
The girl sounded a bit angry, whether because she heard Frank wanting to sleep with her mom or for some other reason.
"Haha, just kidding, how would I dare! I'd need your permission to fuck your mom too, right, baby..."
"Hmph!"
"Haha, alright, I won't do it then! I'll go home and fuck my own mom!"
"...Go ahead, go ahead! You're sick!"
"Haha, just joking... I'm leaving now, don't miss me, baby..."
Frank was still obedient enough not to force himself on this Chinese girl, which made me feel he was better than Sam in that regard. However, the final shot of the video still showed Frank reaching out with his dark black hand toward the girl's private parts.
"Ah..."
The girl let out a moan, and the video ended.
Seeing this, my breathing grew a bit rapid, and my lower body was already slightly erect, tenting my pants.
Damn it, why are black guys so popular everywhere!
White people like them, and now even Asians do too!
Sam's figure came to mind.
Why hasn't Sam come home yet? Could it be that he bullied Mom at noon and feels too ashamed to come back?
"Hey, my dear Zihan!"
Just as I was wondering, Sam's annoying black face pushed open the door to my room, his eyes wide and his lips curled into a smirk as he looked at me.
"Uh, Sam, why are you back so late?"
I checked the time—it was almost 10 p.m.
"Because I've been discussing English with the class monitor! She's so eager to learn, she wouldn't let me go home and kept asking me to teach her English! Hmm, speaking of which, I really admire the Chinese people's dedication to studying!"
Sam walked in, chattering nonstop, and handed me a bottle of soda as he approached.
"You have no idea, Zihan. The class monitor—no, her mom too—they're both really interested in Africa, haha! Her mom even pulled me into the kitchen while she was making dinner, saying she was curious about how people live in South Africa! It made me a bit embarrassed. Luckily, Mom and you taught me a lot about Chinese etiquette, or it would've been really awkward!"
Sam sat down beside me. I looked at him, dressed lightly and looking cheerful, completely unlike the sickly, flu-ridden version of him when I left for my exam in the morning.
"Uh... yeah... I guess so...!"
Seeing Sam like this made me a bit annoyed. Why is this nigger so popular in China?
"Zihan, this summer, why don't you ask your parents and the class monitor's family to come to South Africa with me? I'll make sure to treat you all well!"
Sam looked at me with a sincere, honest expression. If I hadn't seen him bullying Mom, I would've trusted him completely and felt nothing but goodwill toward him.
"Uh... we'll see. My parents still have to work, you know that."
I shot him a glare. Before, I might have felt a bit of curiosity about South Africa, but now, seeing Sam's annoying face, I figured South Africa probably wasn't a great place either.
"Hehe, we'll see, we'll see. I'm going to take a shower! Oh, by the way, the drink was brought back for you by the class monitor. Remember to drink it..."
Sam stood up, winked at me, went to the wardrobe to grab some clothes, and walked out.
"Don't you dare slip and die in the bathroom, you damn nigger!"
I silently cursed as I watched his dark brown figure leave.
Just moments ago, after watching Frank's video, I had been aroused, but Sam's return had completely killed the mood.
After Sam left to shower, I took a moment to reassess my current situation.
Sam had been living with us for almost a year now, and in that time, he had changed not only me but many people around me. The English teacher, in particular, seemed to treat Sam as her lover. I didn't know if it was because she was open-minded or if there was some friction between them, but the two of them had an ambiguous relationship. What's more, I had a feeling that the English teacher's husband was aware of the situation between Sam and his wife—and strangely, it seemed to excite him even more. This was something I couldn't wrap my head around.
What shocked me the most was that the English teacher was also involved with the homeroom teacher's boyfriend, the PE teacher from the middle school. I had witnessed it with my own eyes—when Li Xiaojun and I went to the amusement park and rode the Ferris wheel, I saw the English teacher and the PE teacher having sex in one of the cabins high up in the air. The thought still sent chills down my spine. If they had noticed Li Xiaojun and me witnessing their act, it would have been beyond awkward. Thankfully, they were probably too consumed by passion to notice us.
On the night of the thunderstorm, I discovered that Sam was afraid of thunder. He ended up going to my mom's room to sleep with her. I didn't know whether Sam genuinely had some trauma related to thunderstorms or if he had ulterior motives toward my mom. Looking back now, it's clear Sam succeeded—my mom ended up losing herself to him.
The second time I went upstairs at night, I caught my mom and Sam in the act again. That time, they were intimate. I couldn't understand how things had escalated to that point between them. That night, my mom was furious and slapped Sam. I thought the incident would be forgotten after that, but who would have guessed that today at noon, when I unexpectedly returned home, I would witness Sam taking advantage of my mom once again.
I vaguely overheard that my mom and Sam seemed to have some kind of agreement—as if Sam had helped my mom with something, and in return, she had promised him something. But it couldn't possibly be what I saw. How could my mom agree to let Sam violate her? So, it must have been Sam forcing himself on her again. And once more, by sheer coincidence, I witnessed it, powerless to stop him as he mistreated my mom.
I thought about rushing over and fighting Sam to the death, but the thought of my mom seeing me discover her in such a situation—even if she was being forced—made me hesitate. She would surely be too ashamed to face me or my dad. So, I held back, believing that my mom would handle it herself. But as things stand now, my mom is clearly at a disadvantage. Whenever Sam forces himself on her, she has no choice but to endure it.
"Wang Zihan! Dad told me to take care of Mom and make sure she isn't mistreated. What have you been doing?"
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth.
That's right. Why am I so cowardly? I must protect my mom. She's my mom, not Sam's!
Once my surveillance equipment arrives, I'll definitely keep a close eye on Sam. If there's any sign of him bullying Mom, I'll stop him immediately! Sam is also about to finish his exchange program and return to his hometown in South Africa!
Besides all this, I have my girlfriend Li Xiaojun, who loves me dearly! And my readers and fans from all over the world on "Forbidden Room" who care about me!
"Believe in yourself, Wang Zihan!"
After sorting out my current situation, I felt much more at ease.
Looking at the drink on the bedside table that Li Xiaojun had asked Sam to bring back for me, I smiled happily and picked it up to take a sip. But after drinking it, the taste felt a bit strange!
I examined the bottle—a clear glass container with no branding printed on it. I had no idea what brand this drink was.
"Xiaojun, did you make this drink yourself? It's really good!"
I sent the message to Li Xiaojun on WeChat, convinced that she must have made the drink herself.
A little while later, Li Xiaojun replied.
"Yeah, we had some leftover fruit at home, so I made juice. Is it good? It's my first time making it, so you're not allowed to say it's bad!"
"Haha, it's good, it's good, just a bit sour!"
"You! Hmph, I added a lot of sugar!"
"Just kidding, it's really good. Thank you!"
"Giggle, if it's good, I'll make it for you again next time!"
"Haha, sure, sure. I'll go get it myself next time—I don't want Sam bringing it for me!"
"Giggle, Sam was just being nice bringing it back for you, and you say that about him!"
"Haha, I guess so. Alright, get some rest now. We have exams tomorrow!"
"Okay, goodnight..."
"Goodnight!"
After chatting with Li Xiaojun, I savored the drink I had just finished. It was still quite tasty. It must have been because that annoying Sam had handled it that I thought it tasted weird!
I had originally planned to wait for Sam to return to the room before going to sleep, but my eyelids felt heavy, and with thoughts of tomorrow's exams and Li Xiaojun's love for me, I drifted off without even realizing it.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."
In the morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window.
For some reason, I slept really well last night. When I woke up this morning, I felt refreshed and energetic, even though I had dreamed of Sam's face leering at me again.
I got up and got dressed, noticing Sam sleeping like a dead dog on the lower bunk. Though he was shirtless, at least he had developed the habit of sleeping in pants.
"Sam! Sam! Get up, we have exams!"
I deliberately went over to Sam and called out to him.
"Grrr..."
The guy was actually snoring, sleeping even more soundly than I had. Seeing him sleep so peacefully annoyed me, so I gave him a hard shove.
"Sam! Sam! We're late!"
"Ah! Are we late?!"
Sam quickly sat up, his eyes wide open as he stared at me.
"Haha, we have exams today! Hurry up, get dressed and let's go!"
Seeing Sam like this made me feel happy and satisfied.
"Oh, it's just exams! Yawn..."
Sam let out a long yawn, as if he still hadn't slept enough.
"Sam, you slept even better than I did, and now you're still yawning. Are all Black people this lazy?!"
Seeing Sam like this filled me with disgust. And when I thought about the way Sam bullied Mom, I felt an inexplicable surge of anger.
"...Hmm... not really, probably because I stayed up too late last night. Ah..."
Sam let out another heavy yawn.
"Haha, I told you not to chat with your girlfriend for too long!"
"Hehe, sorry, Zihan. You caught me again. I really missed my girlfriend last night, and after you fell asleep, I... um... had a moment with her photo!"
Sam scratched his head awkwardly. Damn, does this guy really have to tell me about jerking off? Disgusting black dude.
"Ah... haha... you're something else."
I couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore and headed out to wash up.
To my surprise, Mom was already up, making breakfast for us in the kitchen.
Her back was turned to me, her hair tied up in a messy bun with a clip. Below her snow-white neck, she wore a light blue spaghetti-strap tank top, revealing her soft, pale back. Even after all these years, her silhouette still carried an ethereal beauty—her slender figure, the slight curve of her hips, and especially those long, toned legs beneath her gray shorts. Her thighs were almost too fair, with blue veins faintly visible beneath the skin.
"Morning, Mom!"
I walked toward the bathroom. Why did I always feel like Mom exuded an irresistible aura? That indescribable, ambiguous feeling. Maybe it was because she was my own mother that it felt so strange.
"Hurry up and wash your face, then come eat breakfast! If you don't get up soon, I'll have to drag you out!"
Mom's voice sounded unusually gentle this morning, but then it gradually turned stern. Mom was acting weird.
"Oh... dear Mommy! Thank you for getting up so early to make breakfast for me!"
While washing up in the bathroom, I could hear Sam's flirtatious voice coming from the kitchen.
"Alright, go wash up now!"
Fortunately, Mom was still as strict with Sam as ever, which put me at ease. At least, even after those two incidents, I believed it was Sam who forced Mom. Mom was more thoughtful than I was—otherwise, with her attitude and temper, Sam would have ended up in jail long ago.
Sure enough, Sam obediently walked in, though the smile on his face was one I couldn't quite decipher.
After breakfast, we rushed to catch the bus to school for our exams.
While eating at home, I noticed Mom's complexion—she looked radiant, her cheeks slightly flushed, her beautiful eyes misty, and a gentle smile playing on her lips. As she served porridge for Sam and me, there was an indescribable strangeness in her movements. The last time I remembered Mom giving off this kind of vibe was back when I had just started middle school.
I didn't know what kind of feeling Mom was exuding, but if I had to describe it with a phrase, it would be "alluring and captivating."
I guessed it was just because Mom was in a good mood today.
At noon, Sam, Li Xiaojun, and I had lunch at school. Afterward, we returned to the classroom to rest since we still had an English exam in the afternoon.
Because it was an English exam, our English teacher came to the classroom to go over some difficult points.
Lately, I noticed that our English teacher had become much more conservative in her attire, always wearing long skirts and covering up skin that she used to show before.
This left me puzzled. Had she really turned over a new leaf?
Possibly, after all, she is a people's teacher who leads by example and also a young mother.
"Sam, you should teach them more English. Otherwise, after you leave, they won't have the chance to come play with you..."
The English teacher sat gracefully at the lectern, looking at Sam.
"Hehe, sure, teacher. I'll make sure to teach at least one!"
Sam replied to the English teacher with a cheeky grin.
"Alright, good luck with your exam this afternoon!"
After saying that, the English teacher glanced at Sam, stood up, and walked out of the classroom. Her flesh-colored high heels clicked rhythmically on the hard cement floor.
"Zihan, I have another question for Teacher Sun. Do you want to come along?"
Sam looked at me.
"I'm taking a nap. You go ahead!"
That guy Sam really isn't ashamed to ask questions.
"Okay, I'm off then!"
Sam picked up his English textbook and headed out of the classroom.
"This guy, getting so excited just to ask a question."
I shook my head helplessly, closed my eyes, and prepared to take a nap.
But the image of Sam leaving kept replaying in my mind, and something felt off.
I think I figured it out. When Sam stood up, even though he turned quickly, I caught a glimpse of his gray shorts, which seemed to be straining against a prominent bulge?
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