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🕑 Added 2025-09-07 01:00:54 +0000 UTCChapter 9 Fallen Mother Volume Three
“Xiaofan, try peeling this big shrimp.”
After downloading the video, Su Zihan immediately played it. The first scene showed an arm in a white coat using chopsticks to place a prepared shrimp into her son Fang Fan’s bowl.
Lying on her soft bed, holding the phone in both hands, Su Zihan watched closely as her son, his face expressionless, quietly took the shrimp and skillfully peeled its shell.
The process was a bit slow, but everything went smoothly. The prosthetic finger, covered with synthetic skin, was so realistic that if you didn’t look closely, you couldn’t tell it was artificial. Su Zihan’s worries eased considerably.
Fang Fan’s complexion had also improved a lot. Although his face was still a bit pale, there was a healthy flush to his skin.
His expression, though, was not particularly happy understandable, given all that had happened in the past two days. Anyone would have trouble smiling after such events.
The video was short, only about 20 seconds, showing the person behind the camera helping Fang Fan with his rehab through eating. There were no other particularly notable details.
After watching, Su Zihan didn’t go to sleep right away. She thought for a while, then initiated a video call.
The call rang only twice before being answered. The first face to appear was not her son Fang Fan, but Zhu Dezhi, whom she had parted from only a few hours earlier.
The moment his ugly face appeared on the screen, Su Zihan froze. The events in her office that afternoon flashed through her mind.
“Hello! Mayor Su, it’s only been four hours since we parted. Missing me already?”
His voice snapped Su Zihan out of her thoughts. She frowned at his lecherous expression on the screen and said, “Cut the nonsense. Give the phone to Fang Fan. You know I’m not calling for you.”
“Hehehe! Of course I know.”
Zhu Dezhi raised his eyebrows flirtatiously and grinned, “No matter what, after everything that’s happened these past two days, we have this kind of relationship now. So your son is connected to me too. Of course I have to check in!”
As soon as Zhu Dezhi finished, another voice one that seemed etched into Su Zihan’s soul came through: “Fat pig, who’s connected to you? You filthy bastard, you shameless piece of shit!”
Zhu Dezhi just sneered and turned to the source of the voice: “Ha, little brat, your dad’s in a good mood today, I won’t stoop to your level. No matter how much you curse me, I’ll get it all back from your mom.”
“You… you’re shameless!”
While Fang Fan’s weak retort sounded, Su Zihan watched the screen anxiously. After some static, the next image was of a white ceiling and a dazzling incandescent lamp.
“All right, talk to your mom. I’m leaving.”
Zhu Dezhi’s voice faded. After a moment, Su Zihan tentatively called, “Fanfan, Fanfan?!”
Maybe her voice woke him up. Suddenly, two small hands appeared, and after a bit of fumbling, her son’s face filled the screen. He immediately said, “Mom, mom, that bastard didn’t give you trouble these past two days, did he?”
Seeing her son’s worried, caring expression, Su Zihan felt comforted. To help him rest and heal, she smiled and said, “No, I’ve been fine these past two days. I’m already recovered.”
“Mom, don’t lie to me. I’m not a kid anymore. That day I…”
Fang Fan didn’t finish, but Su Zihan understood what he meant. Her expression grew pained, but she kept her smile, shaking her head gently: “I’m not lying. I’m really fine. He… he just loves me so much he lost his mind. These past two days he’s been trying to make it up to me, begging for forgiveness.”
“Really?” Fang Fan was clearly skeptical, but something still felt off to him, so he pressed, “But I feel like something’s not right.”
Su Zihan quickly explained, “Really, everything that’s happened these days, we both went through it. I have no reason to lie to you.”
Her words made Fang Fan fall silent for a moment. When he looked up again, his eyes were full of concern. He asked in a low voice, “So, Mom, are you going to forgive him?”
“Forgive him? How could I?!” Su Zihan didn’t even hesitate, her eyes flashing with anger. “He hurt you so much, and did such terrible things to me just to get me. How could I ever forgive him?”
“But right now, you’re still in his hands. I have to wait until you’re better and back with me, then I’ll find a way to get back at him.”
At that moment, Fang Fan realized he was his mother’s weakness. He felt a pang of sadness, but then heard his mother say:
“So, Fanfan, you need to focus on your rehab and get well soon. Once you’re back with me, I can deal with him.”
This gave Fang Fan new hope. He nodded vigorously and said, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll cooperate with treatment and get better as soon as possible, then we’ll take down that fat bastard together.”
“Mm, Mom will be waiting for you!” she replied with a smile. The two chatted a while longer, then hung up around 10 p.m. and went to bed.
The night passed uneventfully. The next morning, as Su Zihan got up and moved around, any movement that pulled at her butt sent a sharp pain through her, making the beautiful, mature mayor grimace.
But the day went by without incident. Su Zihan, anxious all day, didn’t see Zhu Dezhi at the office and managed to finish both yesterday’s backlog and today’s tasks.
Around 5 p.m., as work ended, Secretary Ling arrived to drive Su Zihan home. When she opened the door, she saw Su Zihan pacing the office with a file in hand, as she’d been doing all day.
“Uh… Sister Zihan, it’s time to go home?” Secretary Ling asked tentatively.
The unfamiliar voice startled Su Zihan, who stopped abruptly and turned to see Ling standing at the door.
“Yes, please drive me home, Ling.” Su Zihan smiled, put the file on her desk, straightened her clothes, and left the city hall with her secretary, locking the office behind her.
As they descended the steps, Ling brought the car around. Just as Su Zihan was about to open the door, a voice startled her.
“Mayor Su, I have something to discuss with you. May I have the honor of your company for dinner? We can talk over a meal.”
Both women were surprised. Su Zihan turned and her pupils widened it was her recent nightmare, Zhu Dezhi.
Her first instinct was to refuse, but seeing Zhu Dezhi’s calm face, she realized something and turned to Ling:
“You go ahead. I have something to discuss with Mr. Zhu.”
Ling, in the driver’s seat, was even more surprised. Since yesterday morning, it seemed the private hospital owner Zhu Dezhi had some secret with her boss.
Maybe, maybe not but it wasn’t her business. So she nodded and said, “All right, Mayor Su. If you drink tonight, please call me to drive you home.” Su Zihan immediately understood the hint: if she was in danger or needed anything, she should call.
She smiled and waved, and Ling drove off. Zhu Dezhi, looking humble, stepped back and gestured:
“If you don’t mind, Mayor Su, please ride in my car. Let me treat you to dinner.” It was phrased as an invitation, but the timing made it a demand. Su Zihan glanced at the colleagues leaving city hall, maintained her composure, and nodded, following Zhu Dezhi to his Mercedes G-Class.
He helped her into the passenger seat, then circled to the driver’s side and drove off.
After ten minutes, Su Zihan realized they were heading toward her house.
“You know where I live?” If she didn’t realize his intent now, she wouldn’t be deputy mayor.
Zhu Dezhi didn’t answer directly, but replied, “Got any groceries at home? Need to stop at the market?”
Su Zihan realized that if he knew about Zhong Niu and Qi Hao, he’d certainly have found out where she lived. The feeling of being controlled made her uncomfortable, but to preserve her dignity, she stayed silent.
Zhu Dezhi didn’t get angry, just snorted and kept driving. When they were two or three minutes from her house, he stopped, went to a supermarket for groceries, then returned.
At her villa, he stopped the car and looked at her. After a moment, Su Zihan sighed, took out the remote, and opened the gate.
He parked, got out, and walked straight in. Su Zihan, after a glance at the groceries, got out, took the bags, and followed.
Zhu Dezhi lounged on the sofa, glanced at her, and ordered, “Go make me dinner. I’m hungry.”
“You…!” She finally couldn’t help but protest, her voice rising.
But when Zhu Dezhi turned and fixed her with a sharp look, she wilted, then said, “It’s been a long time since I cooked. I don’t know if it’ll be edible.” She carried the groceries to the kitchen, and Zhu Dezhi smiled in satisfaction.
After putting away the groceries, Su Zihan didn’t start cooking right away. She went upstairs, changed into home clothes, then returned to the kitchen.
Despite what she’d said, she was actually quite skilled. In about half an hour, she’d cooked three dishes, had a soup simmering, and was finishing a cold dish.
She didn’t notice Zhu Dezhi watching from the doorway. At one time, he’d dreamed of this scene being his daily life, even fantasized about their roles reversed. But after learning the truth about her, she was no longer attractive to him beyond her title.
Feeling unbalanced, Zhu Dezhi took a deep breath and entered the kitchen. The sound of his shoes on the tile made Su Zihan freeze, trembling slightly.
He walked up behind her, moved her dish aside, and cleared the area, even moving the condiments and knife.
This clearing of space signaled what was coming. Su Zihan knew, and when his big hand circled her waist from under her arm, she instinctively wanted to resist but stopped herself. After these days of “combat,” she knew the more she resisted, the harsher the abuse.
So, to suffer less, she forced herself to submit, even if she hated it. And, though she didn’t want to admit it, the rough feel of his hands on her skin gave her a strange pleasure.
When he grabbed her breast, her breathing quickened. As his hands roamed further, her breaths came faster.
After a while, perhaps satisfied, Zhu Dezhi removed his hands, took off her apron, and roughly stripped her home clothes and underwear.
Standing behind her, he looked down at the ten characters tattooed on her white buttocks and grinned perversely.
His hand brushed the tattoo, making her feel itchy and sore. Fearing he’d take her anally again, she lowered her voice and pleaded, “Husband, please… not there, it’s been sore all day, I haven’t dared to sit.”
At that, Zhu Dezhi grabbed her tattooed buttocks tightly and said coldly, “Slut, did you forget what I told you yesterday? What do you call me?”
The pain and memories made Su Zihan understand instantly. She leaned her weight on the sink, face twisted in pain, but, frightened, she gasped and cried out, “Master, master, I was wrong. Please, master, not there.”
Her repeated pleas satisfied Zhu Dezhi. He let go, smiled, put the apron on her from behind, adjusted it, and said coldly, “Don’t worry, your master knows how to cherish beauty. Hurry up and finish dinner, I’m hungry.” He stepped back, giving her space, while Su Zihan, face full of grief, took a deep breath and finished the salad.
Then, from outside the kitchen, Zhu Dezhi called, “And before bed tonight, you stay like that. If you put on anything else, be ready to have your ass fucked all night.”
The memory of yesterday’s office flashed back. Su Zihan trembled but said nothing, just silently finished cooking.
She brought the dishes and soup to the table, where Zhu Dezhi was already waiting.
He looked her over she wore only an apron, her white skin glowing under the lights, her breasts and hips forming a perfect hourglass, her long bare legs visible beneath the apron.
He handed her his empty bowl. Su Zihan hesitated, then filled it with rice.
When she reached for her own bowl, Zhu Dezhi glared at her a questioning look.
She was just serving herself, but his glare made her pause and look at him.
“Did you forget your place? You think you get to eat?” he barked.
Eating is a basic human need, but he wouldn’t even let her do that. Su Zihan put down her bowl and said coldly, “Then what am I supposed to eat?”
He shook his chopsticks at his crotch and snorted, “A master prepares dog food for his bitch. Get down and eat.”
“You!” It wasn’t the first time she’d protested, but under his glare, she gave in, tears streaming as she crawled under the table.
On all fours, her breasts hung down, only the apron covering her. She crawled to his crotch, where his cock was already hard.
She sighed, rested her arms on his hairy thighs, gripped his cock, adjusted her position, took a deep breath, ignored the smell, and put the head in her mouth.
“Guj ! Guj ! Guj !…”
Above the table, Zhu Dezhi ate heartily. He’d prepared himself, but was surprised at how good her cooking was. The main reason, though, for his pleasure was the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth.
Survival and reproduction are basic human needs. With both being satisfied, Zhu Dezhi felt an unparalleled joy, as if he owned the world.
Sometimes, when she swallowed him deep, it interrupted his eating. Normally he’d finish in half an hour, but tonight’s meal took forty minutes. When he was full, he leaned back, lit a cigarette, and finished it as he neared climax.
He stubbed out the cigarette, grabbed her head, and pushed her down, cumming in her mouth and throat, just as he had in the office the day before. Most of his semen went into her stomach; the rest he pulled out and shot onto her face.
Afterward, he stood, not looking at her as she gagged under the table, just said coldly, “I’m done. Clean up, then wash up and come to the bedroom.”
After he left, Su Zihan stayed on all fours, ignoring the sticky mess on her face, gagging and vomiting up the semen and stomach fluids.
When she felt better, she crawled out, went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, then mopped up the dining room. She noticed only half the dishes had been eaten; the rest were untouched.
Though he’d said she couldn’t eat, he’d left her plenty. After so much abuse, she felt a fleeting gratitude but it passed quickly. His little kindness was nothing compared to the humiliation and pain.
She finished cleaning, ate a bowl of rice, then went to the bathroom, where a sheer nightgown had appeared clearly for her to wear for him.
Though she felt humiliated, she washed thoroughly, put on the nightgown he’d chosen, and went upstairs.
He was lying on her bed, smoking and watching TV. When she entered, he flicked his ashes, pointed at his crotch.
She understood, and, though unwilling, did as he commanded sat on the bed, stroked his cock, and began to suck.
As his cock hardened in her mouth, her body began to respond, her breasts rising and falling under the nightgown.
“Got work tomorrow?” he asked.
Still sucking, she reflexively let go and answered, “I have to inspect Fourth Elementary in the morning, meet the health bureau chief at 1 p.m., then I’m free after 2.”
She gripped his now fully hard cock with both hands as she spoke.
He smiled, lifted her chin, made her look at him, and said, “Tell your secretary not to come to your office after 2 tomorrow, got it?” She realized too late he was planning another office encounter, and regretted telling him her schedule.
But Zhu Dezhi didn’t care what she thought. Pleased with her service, he gently pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
As their lips met again and again, her sensitive body quickly responded. When he pressed between her legs, she opened them without resistance.
Opening her eyes, she looked down at his head between her breasts and softly pleaded, “Master, not there tonight, please? It hurts.”
He didn’t answer, just kept going, stripping her, turning her over, and positioning her on her stomach.
She thought her plea was useless and braced for more perversion, but as his cock pressed between her buttocks, he said, “Normally I’d punish you tonight, but since you just lost your anal virginity, I’ll let you off.”
With that, he pressed the head to her already wet pussy, pushed in, and the tension melted into pleasure.
But then he whispered, “Bitch like mother, like son, huh? If you ever try to bite back, don’t use my phone, got it?”
She realized he’d seen her conversation with her son, and regret flickered through her pleasure but it didn’t last, as his hard thrusts soon drove away all other thoughts.
The night passed in passion just the beginning. For the next month, except for necessary work, all her time belonged to Zhu Dezhi. He gave her only three days to recover before fucking her ass again. Over time, he tried everything oral, anal, vaginal, even breast and thigh sex. Every part of her body that could grip his cock, he used, marking her with his semen like a lion marking territory.
Soon, it was time for Fang Fan to be discharged. Su Zihan was happy at work and even, on occasion, willingly cooperated with Zhu Dezhi’s play.
Knowing her joy was for her son, Zhu Dezhi remembered her conversation with Fang Fan. To prevent any surprises, he stayed away for a day and a night, making preparations. Finally, just before the end of the workday, he arrived at city hall.
After parking, he felt the urge to pee, hurried inside, and was greeted by the security guard: “Boss Zhu, here to pick up Deputy Mayor Su again?”
Zhu Dezhi grinned, “Heh, my wife’s been busy lately. Gotta take care of her, right? So I came to pick her up.”
To make it easier to visit city hall and fuck Su Zihan, Zhu Dezhi had forced her to tell everyone they were dating. Despite the mismatch in looks, their social status was similar, and as a divorced deputy mayor with a child, it was plausible.
He greeted the guard, took the elevator to the top floor, and burst into Su Zihan’s office, immediately undoing his belt.
Seeing this, Su Zihan frowned.
“Hurry up, bitch, I’m about to burst!”
She glared, kicked a trash can toward him, and snapped, “You pervert, do it in there.”
He frowned, “You coming or not? If not, I’ll delay your brat’s discharge.”
She frowned deeper, but said nothing, knelt before him, grabbed his limp cock, and put the head in her mouth.
“Shhh !!!”
“Gulp ! Gulp !!”
The sound of urine spraying and her swallowing filled the room as Zhu Dezhi emptied his bladder into her mouth, and she patiently swallowed every drop.
After more than 30 seconds, his body shuddered. She sucked out the last drops, then he pulled out, satisfied, and let her help him dress.
As soon as she finished, she turned and vomited up the urine.
“Damn, what a waste,” he muttered, then pulled a folded document from his bag and put it in front of her.
She rinsed her mouth, drank some water, then finally looked at what he’d given her.
“Yuncai Noble High School? Fang Fan’s admission notice?”
