Virginity Lost! (Part 1)
After returning to the hospital, Xu Ruizhi sat at the desk and fell silent. He recalled how those two men had called Li Wenshi "Young Miss," and her expression had been utterly calm, as if she were long accustomed to their deference. Clearly, her background was extraordinary—likely the daughter of some great clan. But after racking his brains, Xu Ruizhi couldn't figure it out. Why would such a family send their daughter to teach in this remote rural township?
Nanrong County was affluent enough, but compared to metropolises like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, or Shenzhen, it was leagues behind.
He pondered for a long time but got nowhere. Shaking his head, Xu Ruizhi picked up his pen and resumed reviewing his lessons.
……
"Creak~~~"
A dozen minutes later, the door opened, and in walked Yang Zhurou.
Yang Zhurou set the lunchbox down beside Xu Ruizhi and gazed at him tenderly. "Time to eat," she said softly. "You've had a poor appetite these past few days. Have something to recharge—you need it. I got chicken soup and braised pork ribs."
"Mom, you're the only one who pampers me like this."
Xu Ruizhi grinned cheekily, popped open the lunchbox, and ladled himself a bowl of chicken soup. He really hadn't been eating his fill lately, and the sight of his mother's thoughtful meal sparked his hunger. His mood lifted a bit.
Seeing this, Yang Zhurou smiled helplessly. "I told you to stay at your Aunt Li's for a few days, but you wouldn't hear of it. What am I going to do with you?"
She grabbed a napkin, sat beside him, and gently wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.
At her words, Xu Ruizhi looked up with a sly smile. "If I went to Aunt Li's, you'd be a wreck without seeing me for a day—am I right? Such a son-obsessed mom, heh heh!"
Yang Zhurou's cheeks flushed crimson at the teasing. She shot him a playful glare and huffed, "Fine, then. I'll call your Uncle Zhou to pick you up later. Let's see how I handle a day without you. I've decided—this habit has to change, or you'll never find a wife."
Her words made Xu Ruizhi's heart skip a beat. He quickly set down his spoon, grabbed her hand, and pleaded, "Mom, don't mess around! I'm only sixteen—a kid! Marriage is way off. Besides, I like being with you. A day without you, and I'd miss you too!"
I could slap myself, Xu Ruizhi thought. Why bring that up? I'm digging my own grave here.
Mom had no defenses against him. If he made a move, she wouldn't resist.
Like the night before last...
If she actually fixed this "habit," it'd make things so much harder. From god-hand start to hell mode.
No way!
Absolutely not!
He'd die before leaving.
"Mommm..." Xu Ruizhi deployed his ultimate puppy-dog eyes, shaking her hand. Yang Zhurou sighed, pushing away his encroaching face with her free hand. "You're getting way too bold!"
She saw right through his little scheme but just sighed inwardly. Truth be told, she adored her son. But... alas.
Yang Zhurou said nothing more, settling on the empty bed to scroll her phone.
Relieved she hadn't pressed the issue, Xu Ruizhi felt a twinge of urgency. Mom was serious about changing. He needed to act fast—strike tonight, cook the rice into porridge, deal with consequences later.
After eating, he resumed studying. Yang Zhurou lounged on the bed, watching videos. Under the lamplight, her profile was exquisite. Xu Ruizhi stole glances—her skin was flawless, soft as a baby's, begging to be touched. Her snowy legs crossed elegantly, thighs plump and sensual. Those lofty peaks at her chest thrust proudly, twin mountains piercing the clouds, mouthwatering.
He forced his gaze away and focused on his books.
Song Lianwei still lay comatose, but her breathing was steady now, recovery near complete—save for her pallid, fragile complexion.
……
It was nearing nine-thirty when Xu Ruizhi set his book aside. Outside, night had fallen, pitch black. Turning, he saw Mom glued to her phone screen, utterly absorbed.
A sudden urge to pee hit him. He bolted for the bathroom.
Pants down, his monster sprang free. Small guy, but this thing was a beast—fourteen centimeters soft, twenty-three hard. Pride swelled in him.
Staring at it, Xu Ruizhi muttered, "Tonight, you get some action."
Truth was, Li Wenshi had seen it semi-erect this afternoon—not full mast. True hardness needed his mind's okay, though he couldn't control it manually.
He washed up, pulled up his pants, and headed back. At the door, he paused—Mom's phone newsfeed drifted out.
Xu Ruizhi froze, then smirked. His plan was falling into place!
This news handed him victory on a platter. He knew Mom inside out—he was her weakness. Anything threatening his life, she'd shield him without hesitation.
Spoiling was fatal—and his greatest weapon!
Composed, he reentered. Mom sat bed-ledge, staring blankly at the screen. Feigning concern, he asked, "Mom, whatcha watching?"
Startled, Yang Zhurou snapped off her phone. Steadying herself, she glanced at him. "Just some news."
Xu Ruizhi smiled, letting it slide. "Has Sister Sitong been by today?"
"She was here all day looking after Lianwei, left at five. Work stuff—she handles the legwork while Lianwei manages the big picture. With her hospitalized, Sitong's stepping in."
Yang Zhurou exhaled quietly, noting his nonchalance. Relieved.
Xu Ruizhi stifled a laugh at her tell. She thinks I'd pine and suicide? Nah, not like that Xiao Fei. Single moms doted on sons to varying degrees—even covering incest.
"Mom, bedtime. I'm beat." He lay down, waving her off.
Yang Zhurou hesitated. "You go ahead. I'll scroll a bit longer."
He frowned but complied. Plan set: once asleep, he'd pin her and dual-cultivate.
Stripped to undies, he burrowed under covers, eyes shut. Chanting Huangdi Neijing's mental formula, he entered ethereal trance—prepping for dual cultivation.
First time: no interruptions, or qi deviation—light: three years crippled; worst: meridians shattered, ruined forever. Must flow unbroken, with virgin or long-abstinent woman for peak yin absorption.
Unfamiliar territory, but he multitasked—scanning surroundings.
Her son's breaths evened; Yang Zhurou sighed. That news... If her only boy suicided, what point in living?
"Sigh..." It said nothing, everything. Only she knew her heart.
Perhaps... the outcome she'd secretly craved.
She approached Song Lianwei's bed, peeked, gently lifted the blanket.
In trance, Xu Ruizhi jolted inwardly—Song's voluptuous form bared. Proud snowy peaks strained, deep cleavage hypnotic, dark cherries gleaming temptingly in dim light.
He compared: Song's slightly smaller but still massive—giant tits. Indistinguishable clothed. Both nipples plump, springy. Heat surged; he swallowed hard, flashing to two nights ago.
Lower: slim waist, endless legs, thighs glowing pinkly soft.
Mom's hand reached Song's privates—adult diaper. Changing time.
Yang Zhurou flipped her gently, removed it—exposing Song's plump ass!
Xu's pulse raced, mind blanking, cock iron-hard, raging to devour her.
Song's full cheeks quickened his breath—near deviation. He clamped down, circulating Huangdi Neijing.
His rod burned fiery; teeth gritted—critical phase, no stopping, or endless regret!
"How does she stay so silky? Like stroking a baby's skin," Yang Zhurou murmured, wiping Song's rear, then caressing the plumpness admiringly.
New diaper under, she flipped Song back—full nudity exposed to Xu.
Song's bush dense but not barren; pink pearl and deep valley alluring. Trimmed neat, uniform—clearly pampered.
Xu's heart thundered.
So beautiful!
Diaper secured, blanket down—temptress veiled.
Xu exhaled, steadying, resuming cultivation.
Yang Zhurou gazed at Song, emotions swirling, shook head, turned to leave.
Suddenly—a pained groan.
Her heart clenched; she whirled—Song's eyes open, face twisted in agony.
Panicking, Yang Zhurou rushed over. "Lianwei! You're awake! How do you feel? Anywhere hurt?"
Song saw her, endured pain, weakly shook head—too frail to speak.
"Lianwei, something wrong? I'll fetch the doctor!" She bolted for the door.
Xu thrilled—Song awake! But trance-bound, no distractions. Critical now.
Yang returned with a fiftyish woman doctor, who checked Song. "Awake and recovering well, no major issues. Can't confirm sequelae yet—looks fine. Very weak post-coma, voiceless. Observe here till stronger, then home rest."
"Yes, thank you, doctor." Gratitude shone.
"My pleasure." Doctor left, door clicking shut.
Yang sat, clasping Song's cold hand worriedly. "Lianwei, why so foolish? Suicide pills for a playboy heir—worth it?"
"I..." Song tried, silent.
"Don't rush—doctor says it'll pass with recovery."
"I know you've bottled it up, perfectionist to numb the pain."
Pause. "And you don't even like that rich brat."
Trance-Xu blinked. No like, yet dated him? Suicided for him? Odd.
Yang fumed suddenly: "All that damn cow-nosed Taoist's fault!"