Innocence

Gu Tuantuan returned to an empty house; neither of her parents were home.

She bent over to remove her shoes and eagerly stepped inside. Finally, sweet, glorious air conditioning! However, before she took another step, she remembered something. Scuttling back to the entrance, Gu Tuantuan stacked her shoes neatly in the shoe rack. Like this, she won’t get scolded later.

After turning on the air conditioning, Gu Tuantuan rushed to her room and collapsed on her back on the soft mattress. She stared blankly up at the white ceiling; her brain was in a jumble. Stretching her hand above her head, she examined her spread fingers then her palm. She could still feel the hot—no, burning—firmness of his thick penis branded into her hand.

Slowly, she gathered her thoughts. The scene from the afternoon replayed in her mind: her sitting on Jiang Ye’s lap, leaning against his chest; her playing with his private parts… Gu Tuantuan wanted to slap herself silly. She’d even embrace death if it could put an end to her shame.

Gu Tuantuan, oh, Gu Tuantuan. What on earth have you done?!

She rolled onto her stomach in frustration and laid with her entire face planted in the pillow.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about. She chanted to herself. But the images kept flashing through her head: his throbbing veins, the clear liquid spilling from the tip…

Perhaps the events of today had completely drained her of her energy. Soon, her consciousness began to drift, and she sank into a restless slumber.

It was getting late; the sound of the door unlocking woke Gu Tuantuan from her stupor.

It was Mama Gu. She was wearing lipstick and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. When she entered the house, the first thing she checked was Gu Tuantuan’s room. Seeing her lying sprawled out on her bed, Mama Gu asked, “Tuantuan, did you finish your homework today?”

Gu Tuantuan had just woken up. Groggily, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and said, “I didn’t finish, Jiang Ye ask me to help him jerk o—”

Gu Tuantuan snapped her mouth shut; her sleepiness instantly disappeared.

Mama Gu didn’t hear her well and asked, “What happened with Jiang Ye?”

“Uh—” Gu Tuantuan's mind turned furiously. “Jiang Ye… He, um… Oh, right! The air conditioning in his house broke. It was too hot, so I didn’t do much.” (TL: Nice save)

While washing her hands in the bathroom, Mama Gu called out, “How much do you have left? Look at you, you’re so big; I can’t follow you around all day, wiping your bum. Don’t go running off to Jiang Ye’s house for the next two days; do your homework properly at home. You’ll be a second year in high school soon. You need to work harder.”

(For the Americans who grew up in a K-8, 9-12 school system, high school second year in China is equivalent to junior year or 11th grade.)

“Uh-huh.”

Mama Gu dried her hands on a towel. She glanced at Gu Tuantuan’s clothes and frowned. “Why are you lying in bed without changing your clothes? It’s covered in dust—so dirty. Have you washed your hands yet?”

“No, but I’ll do it now!”

“Quickly! You’ve been outside for a whole day. Come home and you don’t even wash your hands? You’re covered in germs!” Mama Gu shook her head as Gu Tuantuan ran out of her room. (TL: She hasn't washed her hands since… 👋🍌💦)

Shaaa! The water rushed full force out of the faucet. Gu Tuantuan could barely hear her mother say, “In two days will be your Grandma’s birthday. You, me and your father will go see her together. Then, you stay at Grandma’s house until the school year starts. Spend some time with her, she misses you. She even asked about you on the phone today.”

Mama Gu entered the bathroom and replaced the hand towel. “She blamed me for you not going to see her all summer! So, this time, go over there and stay for a few days, you hear me?”

“Okay, I got it,” Gu Tuantuan stuck her tongue out. All summer, she had been sneaking over to Jiang Ye’s house with only one objective: to play video games.

Looking her up and down, Mama Gu took in Gu Tuantuan’s slept-in t-shirt and crumpled shorts disapprovingly, “Quickly change before dinner! Everyday, running around in underwear and t-shirt, it’s no good. Don’t forget to bring two dresses with you to Grandma’s house.”

(TL: Older Chinese parents sometimes call shorts “underwear”. It used to annoy the bejeezus out of me.)

“Okay!”

Suddenly remembering Grandma’s cooking, Gu Tuantuan perked up. She craved Grandma’s braised short ribs, refried pork, and steamed pork belly over mustard greens. Gu Tuantuan never gets to have these dishes at home, because Mama Gu thinks they’re too greasy, and therefore unhealthy.

As expected, tonight's dinner was veggie salad, again. While Mama Gu wasn’t paying attention, Gu Tuantuan pouted pitifully at her father.

Papa Gu returned an equally tragic look. They chewed the tasteless leaves in commiserating silence.

Gu Tuantuan salivated just thinking about Grandma’s tasty dishes.

Oh god, her spicy fried pork ribs… Mmm~

At 10:30 PM, Gu Tuantuan sat in bed after taking a shower. She had only swiped through two posts before Mama Gu nagged her to go to sleep.

Gu Tuantuan grumbled under her breath. Suddenly, she remembered that she needed to strategize a plan of attack for dealing with her homework tomorrow.

Walking to her desk, she sifted through the pile of summer workbooks, Her heart dropped when she realized that one was missing!

“Don’t tell me, I left it at that guy’s place…”

For a moment, Gu Tuantuan stared dumbly into space. Then, shaking her head, she snapped herself out of it and grabbed the phone that was next to her pillow. She dialed his number and nervously listened to the connecting tone.

Ring… Ring…

In a locked, dimly-lit room, Jiang Ye sat naked in front of his computer with his pants around his ankles. A thick pillar of meat rose straight up from between his powerful, splayed thighs.

“Ah~! Ah~!” A woman cried out.

The porno from the afternoon was playing on the screen, but his eyes were closed. He leaned back in his chair. Images of Gu Tuantuan flooded his mind: her taking her shirt off, her creamy tits swaying back and forth, her hand rubbing up and down his…

Jiang Ye’s hand tightened into a choking grip around his cock. He stroked himself so hard that sparks seemed to fly out.

At that moment, his phone rang and the screen lit up with a picture of Gu Tuantuan.

Jiang Ye paused. He muted the computer before answering.

His hand was still tightly wrapped around his fleshy stalk; he beat it twice.

“Hello,” he answered in a low, husky voice.