Chapter 12: The Library Encounter

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: The Library Encounter

Chapter 12: The Library Encounter

Since then, we settled down in the villa. My mother’s Porsche 911 was flown back from the United States. She drove me to school every day in her luxury car and picked me up at the gate after classes. As time went on, my classmates all learned that I had a pampered and wealthy mother, and they gave me the nickname "Porsche Prince." To be honest, this nickname made me feel a little smug, as if I had returned to the days when my family was well-off when I was a child.

My mother also started her business in Jingzhou. Drawing on her business experience in the United States, she founded her own company here, which mainly dealt in women’s fashion clothing, underwear, accessories, and light luxury products.

My mother’s rich business experience and innate business acumen were once again put to full use. With the help of the network she had built up over the years, the advanced management concepts she had learned in the United States, and her own influence, the store was a hit as soon as it opened. Her company brand was called "Xin Zhi Mi" (馨之蜜), which was somewhat similar to the foreign brand "Victoria’s Secret." It was taken from the last character of her name, and the character "Mi" (蜜) was also very vivid. It not only conveyed the mysterious, beautiful, and sweet quality of women’s products, but also subtly implied the provocative charm of my mother’s personal style. It could be said to be a very vivid brand name.

Yao Liang had said he wanted to pursue my mother, but half a month had passed and there was still no sign of it. Haha, it seemed like there was no chance. Well, how could a strong, independent woman like my mother be interested in a little kid like him?

I lived with my mother every day, and I gradually became closer and more dependent on her. Unlike the pure mother-son relationship I had in my childhood, I sometimes occasionally revealed my uncontrollable lust for my mother in various ways. Sometimes I would hug her slender waist and touch her elastic, silk-stockinged legs. But I knew it was not the right time yet, and I must not be too hasty. Whenever there was some physical intimacy, my mother always smiled slightly and never stopped me from taking advantage of her. She seemed not to care at all. I didn’t know if she was aware of her precious son’s absurd thoughts.

During this period I also searched online and compared the information on that piece of silk. The location of the large red dot was very interesting. It seemed that this map was pointing to that specific place. I used Gaode Map to compare for a long time and finally determined that the large red dot was now located in a college called "Jinghai University" in the suburbs of Jingzhou City.

Thinking of this university, it seemed that Yao Liang’s older sister, Yao Wei, had also mentioned that she studied there and was currently a sophomore. In any case, I planned to make time to visit and check it out.

When the weekend came, I rented a bicycle and rode for about an hour before finally arriving at the university.

Thinking of that tall and sexy beauty Yao Wei, I recalled that she had even invited me to her house for dinner. She seemed to have a crush on me that day. I wondered if she had a boyfriend. Maybe I could take this opportunity to try and flirt with her.

However, I didn’t want to look for her today, lest she discover my true intentions for coming here. I put the piece of silk in my pocket and planned to see if I could pinpoint the location more accurately once I went inside.

Upon entering Jinghai University, I realized how huge it truly was. It certainly lived up to its reputation as the best university in Jingzhou. It would take a long time to cycle around inside. Groups of university students strolled around the campus. Because it was almost summer, the girls were dressed in cool and fashionable outfits, and they were many times prettier than the girls in my high school. They were a real feast for the eyes.

After circling around for most of the way, there were still no clues. The map was also rather vague, only roughly marking the location of this area. But this university was so big that searching for the exact spot was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just when I was feeling discouraged, a building suddenly caught my eye. It was an old-fashioned high-rise building, completely out of place with the modern buildings in the university. The building looked like an ancient tower, about four stories high, with a very pointed top.

I parked my bicycle by the roadside and walked to the foot of the tower. There was a sign next to it that introduced the tower as "Tongyue Tower." It was an ancient building. It used to be very small, but the government had been renovating and expanding it to protect cultural relics. Now it had been requisitioned by the university as a secondary library.

I entered the library, which had three floors and was completely modern, much like the library in my high school. Even though it was the weekend, there were still quite a few students studying there, which suggested that the students in this university were all very high-achieving.

I wandered aimlessly around the library, hoping to find something interesting. After all, this conspicuous old building was very likely the location marked by the silk cloth.

Reaching the third floor, I saw a sign indicating that one of the corridors contained books categorized as "Classical Chinese Texts and Classics." These books were probably the most boring, as almost no students came here. I wandered around, and the shelves were filled with various original texts passed down from ancient times, some without even annotations. As someone who wasn’t very good at Chinese literature, they looked almost like gibberish to me.

There weren’t many students around, and it was very quiet. Suddenly, the rhythmic "clack-clack-clack" of high heels came from the area, which sounded very jarring in the quiet place.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground was incredibly alluring and elegant. My intuition told me that the owner of those footsteps must be a beautiful woman, so I peeked over from beside the bookshelf.

A beautiful, elegant, and sophisticated woman ascended the stairs. She possessed a delicate nose and pearly teeth, almond-shaped eyes and peach-colored lips, slender eyebrows, and fair skin. Her bright eyes were framed by a pair of striking black-rimmed glasses that exuded a mature, sophisticated aura. Long, straight black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her full lips were painted with a light red lipstick. Her refined face held a somewhat serious expression. She wore a black shirt with a high collar, tightly buttoned up, but her full, high breasts were clearly visible, almost bursting from the fabric. The demure shirt was instead accentuated by the curves of her prominent breasts, giving it a sensual and alluring feel. The hem of the shirt was tightly tucked into a high-quality, coffee-colored fitted skirt. A designer belt cinched her slender waist, perfectly accentuating her soft, graceful figure. The hem of her coffee-colored, form-fitting midi skirt reached her knees, stretched taut by her full hips and thighs, creating numerous wrinkles. Although her buttocks weren’t visible from the front, the tight fabric at the crotch hinted at her rounded, pert bottom. Sheer black stockings peeked out from under the skirt, encasing her shapely calves. Her legs, from the waist down, were incredibly long, like a model’s. She wore black 5 cm high heels, further enhancing her sophisticated and mature femininity.

This bespectacled beauty was very tall. Judging from the height of her high heels, which weren’t very high, she was probably between 1.75 and 1.78 meters tall. Her legs were incredibly long and slender. She was carrying a stack of books and exuded a sophisticated and aloof aura that made her seem unapproachable, but her sexy and alluring figure also revealed a strong feminine charm.

I was taken aback to see such a beautiful and sexy mature woman here. Could she be a university professor?

I peeked at her from beside the bookshelf. She came up the stairs, turned around, and walked to a row of bookshelves. I saw her back, and sure enough, her buttocks had a mature and alluring charm. Her coffee-colored tight midi skirt hugged her full, round buttocks tightly. Her buttocks were firm, round, and upturned. Her high, plump buttocks swayed with her steps. As she walked, her slender waist swayed, her figure was light and graceful, and her long, black-stockinged legs moved gracefully back and forth. Her full buttocks swayed from side to side, making her very sexy and alluring.

This beautiful mature woman’s hips seemed slightly smaller than my mother’s, and they didn’t have the same round and plump allure. However, the proportions of her beautiful legs seemed to almost exceed the golden ratio of nine heads. She was also a bit taller than my mother. She was wearing a tight midi skirt, so I wondered if the curves of her thighs were also plump and firm.

She was browsing the bookshelf next to mine, seemingly flipping through the books and looking for a particular one. We were separated by just one bookshelf, but I could smell the mature woman’s perfume wafting from her and hear the slow thumping of her high heels. My heart was pounding with excitement.

There was no one around, and I thought to myself that maybe I could strike up a conversation with this beautiful mature woman. These days, weren’t all mature women attracted to young, fresh-faced guys like me? If we could hit it off, maybe I’d have a romantic encounter. Thinking about Yao Liang’s handsome face, which I now found somewhat annoying, I felt very resentful that he could have so many female sex partners.

Pretending to be casual, I slowly walked around the bookshelf and saw her pick up a book and flip through it. From the side, I could see the beautiful woman standing gracefully with her legs slightly bent. Her blouse clung tightly to her firm breasts, her pencil skirt accentuated her ample hips, and her shapely, alluring legs in black stockings naturally outlined her beautiful and sexy curves, exuding a cool and mature woman’s allure.

This woman was really sexy. I swallowed hard and slowly walked over to her. I was a little nervous. Her scent was different from my mother’s. It was a slightly strong, expensive perfume that made me feel hot.