Chapter 18: Return After Disappearance (Part 2)

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The person outside the door could be described as a beggar without any exaggeration. Dishevelled and dirty, his clothes were full of holes, and he carried a similarly dirty backpack.

Even someone as approachable as Xia Shuting would not spare a second glance at a person like this in her daily life. However, this person happened to be her son, who had been missing for six months.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Those words made Xia Shuting lose control. She rushed into the man's arms and burst into tears.

Yes, this person was me. After being separated for half a year, I finally returned home and saw my longed-for mother.

She was still wearing her familiar teacher's uniform, still as beautiful as ever, but with a hint of exhaustion on her face.

As I embraced my mother's delicate body, knowing my father wasn't around, I unabashedly squeezed her pert buttocks with one hand and held her slender waist with the other. I hugged her, feeling the soft and supple sensation of her ample bosom pressing against my chest.

"It's alright, Mom. I'm fine."

While taking advantage of the situation, I didn't forget to comfort my mother. At this moment, she was indulging in the joy of her son's return, completely unaware of my lustful hands ravaging her buttocks and enjoying her body.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Upon hearing my mother's cry, my father hurried out of the room. I quickly released my grip, making it appear as if my mother was hugging me unilaterally.

My father couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me. Tentatively, he asked, "Xiaofeng?"

"Son, you've come back."

Even a tough man like my father had tears welling up in his eyes. He fought back his emotions.

"That's great, truly great!"

My father felt as if the heavens had answered his prayers, allowing his son to return safely. Excitedly, he repeated "that's great" several times.

I turned my head and looked at my mother again, saying to her, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Only then did my mother snap out of her daze, controlling her emotions and revealing the most beautiful smile she had shown in the past six months.

"Mom will make you some food."

Seeing my mother's tearful yet radiant smile, I felt a pang of sorrow.

Not because I pitied my mother, but because I thought of her as my woman. How could I not feel sorry when my woman cried so sadly?

Watching my mother happily go to the kitchen to prepare the meal, my father approached me and patted my shoulder.

"It's good that you're back. Go take a shower, change your clothes, and then talk to your mom and me about what happened during this time."

"Alright."

I was in a good mood too, responding happily.

As for why I dared to come home after raping my mother, I suppose I don't need to explain much. Today, the man at school was me. In fact, I had already returned home three days ago, but I didn't dare to enter because I wasn't sure if my father knew about what had happened.

It wasn't until today that I set up a scheme, luring my mother out and letting her find the note. Overwhelmed with emotion, my mother revealed the answer I wanted to hear—the fact that she had kept our relation a secret. This gave me the determination to return home.

Of course, I couldn't just return home so simply. I had to "package" myself, or else everything before would have been in vain.

I purposely tore my clothes and rolled around in a pile of dirt, creating the dirty appearance I have now.

From what I can see, the effect is quite good. At least their guilt will be deeper, laying the groundwork for my conquest of my mother that lies ahead.

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"Xiaofeng, you have no idea how devastated your mother was when you disappeared. She cried every day."

At the dinner table, our home, which had been gloomy for six months, finally became lively again. My father and I were drinking white wine, and even my mother, who never drank, poured herself a glass of red wine to celebrate my return.

"Oh, come on! It wasn't that serious."

My father teasing earned a glare from my mother.

With her flushed face from the red wine, coupled with that amorous gaze, I couldn't resist the surge of desire. If it weren't for my father's presence, I would have loved to take my mother right then and there.

But there was no rush. I had survived six months of hell, and waiting a few more days wouldn't hurt.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, where have you been during this time? Your mother and I went crazy searching for you. We even reported you missing to the police for six months, and they couldn't find you," my father finally asked, getting to the point.

Upon hearing my father's question, I set down my wine glass and began recounting the events of the past six months in detail.

Of course, I couldn't mention what happened before that day. I started directly with the moment I was hit by a car upon leaving the house.

After the accident, I nearly died. I was miraculously saved by someone, though I didn't know why at first. I was grateful to them, but soon I realized that the place they took me to was anything but humane. And that's where the torment began.

I was taken to an assassin organization called Dragon Group. Dragon Group wasn't affiliated with any country; it was a mysterious and independent entity.

On the surface, they carried out missions across the country for money. As long as you could afford it, and once Dragon Group accepted, they could assassinate even the President.

However, Dragon Group was much more than that. They trafficked organs, smuggled drugs, ran prostitution rings, and even kidnapped children. Anything related to crime, they were involved in.

Yet, despite being such a repulsive organization, many people desperately wanted to join. Not for the money, power, or women. It was because they had a miraculous potion that could extend human life.

This pill, known as the T potion, became the reason everyone wanted to join.

And the leader of Dragon Group, they say he was over 300 years old, although no one had seen him.

At first, I didn't believe it. But from being on the verge of death to a complete recovery, it took Dragon Group less than three days. That fact forced me to accept it.

It was a place where heaven and hell coexisted.

I witnessed the heavenly side, which was their advanced medical technology. Extending lifespans, cell regeneration, and other impossible feats in the modern world were possible within Dragon Group.

And the hellish side, apart from all the abhorrent crimes, every member of Dragon Group had to undergo brutal trials to join. The consequences of failure were only one: death! They would become organ trafficking victims, while women would become sex slaves, perpetually imprisoned in Dragon Group's depraved chambers, subjected to the whims and humiliations of its members until death.

I couldn't escape either. After a full recovery, my own trial began.

I was thrown into a primitive forest, where I not only had to face various ferocious beasts but also compete with 99 other newcomers undergoing the same trial. Among them were the elderly, children, and women. And among these 100 people, only one could pass the trial.

Although these 100 people were diverse in age and gender, they all had one thing in common: none of them voluntarily joined Dragon Group.

Some, like me, were brought there by Dragon Group, while others were orphans, the elderly, and so on. These people were all forcibly brought to Dragon Group. They were being screened for the elite members the group required.

When these people learned that they would spend a month on the island and only one person would survive, they scoffed at it.

No one believed that Dragon Group had such power. Wouldn't the outside world notice so many people disappearing?

Initially, everyone stood united because wilderness survival was a tremendous challenge for ordinary people, especially with fierce beasts around.

However, even with that, within a short week, the dangers of the forest and the various beasts reduced the group from 100 to less than 90. At that point, human nature had already begun to distort.

For a whole week, there was a scarcity of food, and the hungry people on the island began to complain, blame each other, fight, seize, and even commit acts of violence against women. These were things they would never have done in the outside world, but they occurred on this small island.

I was no exception. Although I still had some conscience, I engaged in food looting as well. Eventually, I even killed someone for a piece of fish.

Relying on the strength of youth and the experience of taking a life, I gradually became more ferocious and persisted until the end.

During this time, I killed at least ten people or more. Apart from feeling guilty after the initial killings, I became desensitized and detached when ending someone's life.

Because I didn't want to die. I was not even twenty yet, and my mother hadn't been completely trained by me. How could I die so easily?

It was with this belief that I successfully passed the trial.

As I inserted a sharpened stick into the throat of the last person, someone arrived on the island.

The people who came were the crew-cut and bald individuals from the night of my car accident.

They took me back to the Dragon Group. Just when I thought everything was over, a more terrifying hell began.

In the Dragon Group, I was constantly attacked because killing within the group earned points, and with enough points, you could obtain anything you desired.

I had to remain vigilant every day, prepared to face any potential danger.

There were three or more waves of attacks daily. After all, I looked too young, and everyone wanted to trade my life for points. But was I really so easy to kill?

Cutting off the roots of the grass, I understood this principle. Every time someone attacked me, I would ultimately end their life. This situation continued for two months, and on average, I killed around five people every day. By the end, I had become somewhat numb to it all.

But then, by chance, during an attack, I learned from one of my assailants that having enough points could allow one to leave the organization. It was then that a person known as "Feng Mo" was born within the Dragon Group.

In the following three months, I mercilessly slaughtered anyone I encountered. If I could overpower them, I killed them; if I couldn't, I ran away. When I grew tired, I found solace in my mother's underwear from my backpack until the black fabric was nearly bleached white with semen.

In these three months, I killed at least a thousand people, accumulated enough points, and left the Dragon Group.

To be honest, if it weren't for wanting to reunite with my mother, I might have chosen to remain in the Dragon Group forever. Regardless of the severity of my injuries, I could receive rapid healing within the group as long as I had enough points.

However, for my mother's sake, to find her, I had no choice but to temporarily leave the Dragon Group.

That's been my experience over the past six months. But I can't tell my parents any of this. I only told them I was taken away by a pyramid scheme organization and managed to escape. They have a lot of influence, so I'm afraid to involve the police. I walked all the way back home from a place thousands of miles away.

Although my story had numerous loopholes, my dishevelled appearance successfully gained my parents' trust. After repeatedly begging them not to pursue the matter further, I managed to fool them and let it pass.

After sharing my experiences, and having consumed a fair amount of alcohol, it was already around 9 o'clock in the evening.

Under my deliberate influence, my parents were both quite drunk.

My father had completely lost consciousness, slumped over the dining table, snoring loudly.

My mother was not faring much better, her fair and delicate hand resting on her forehead, her pretty face flushed pink. The strong intoxication made her drowsy, and her pastel-coloured pajamas added a touch of cuteness.

Watching my mother in this charming state, I couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. After longing for her for six months, she was now within my reach. How could I not be excited?

Suppressing the desire burning inside me, I assisted my father back to the room and laid him on the bed.

To be on the safe side, I tested a few times, calling out to him and even pinching his thigh, but my father showed no response at all. He continued snoring, and only then was I relieved.

Leaving my parents' bedroom, I couldn't resist flashing a mischievous smile as I looked at my mother, who was finally unable to endure and slumped over the dining table...