Deewa said with a playful laugh, "Grandma, don't you worry about it. The quilts and everything, I've got them all ready. When we sleep, we won't be up that early, so you don't need to prepare breakfast for our share."
"Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow then."
The old lady, having eaten a bowl of rice and drunk half a pound of sorghum, was feeling a bit drowsy. She called out to Luis, "Luis, this old body of mine is going to rest now. Let Deewa keep you company."
"Don't be in a hurry to leave tomorrow. Grandma will make you wontons."
After the old lady finished speaking, she went to the room next door. Luis, making conversation, said, "Such a big heated brick bed, and you don't sleep together?"
Deewa shot a glance at her mother, Fanga, snorted, and said, "When I'm not here, she sleeps here."
"But when I am here, she doesn't need to keep watch. Says she has an old person's sll and doesn't want it bothering . Plus, she's a very light sleeper and can't stand how restless I am when I sleep, so when I co back, I stay in that little room over there."
On the large heated brick bed, Fanga was already asleep, facing away from them, covered by thin bedding. The faint outline of her seemingly slender body still hinted at delicate curves.
The brick bed was already laid with a coir mat, over which a bamboo mat was spread. Pillows and quilts were also prepared. It had to be said, Deewa's efficiency was truly anything but ordinary.
"Big sis, it's only just autumn and your family's already heating the brick bed!"
Luis plopped down onto it, exclaiming in surprise.
The bed was warm, already heated. Even though autumn had begun, the temperature hadn't really dropped. Heating the bed while it was still this hot was practically insane.
"It's autumn. It gets cooler here in the mountains, you know. And with the dampness, heating the bed definitely makes it more comfortable. My grandma has always had this good habit," Deewa said with a soft, charming smile, directly slipping off her nightgown. Wearing only a pair of panties, she sat down, her full, lush breasts trembling enticingly, an extrely tempting sight.
Luis was montarily stunned. Despite whatever discord existed between the mother and daughter, wasn't this sudden openness a bit too much? Wasn't it sowhat disrespectful towards an elder?
She smiled intimately, snuggling close and leaning into Luis's embrace, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I want to apologize to you first. I've gotten used to lying now, but facing you, I truly don't want to rely on lies anymore to maintain so-called dignity."
She smiled intimately, snuggling close and leaning into Luis's embrace, her voice trembling slightly as she said, "I want to apologize to you first. I've gotten used to lying now, but facing you, I truly don't want to rely on lies anymore to maintain so-called dignity."
As she spoke, she took Luis's hand and placed it over her full breast. Luis naturally took the opportunity to knead and fondle it without restraint.
Kissing her snow-white, delicate skin, he still asked with so puzzlent, "What is there to apologize for?"
"About what happened before... I lied to you..."
Deewa said, burying herself in Luis's chest, her body trembling. "I don't want to lie to you anymore, so please don't be angry, don't look down on , okay?"
"Okay!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Luis distinctly sensed a tremor from Fanga's body, lying with her back to them not far away.
"She really is my mother, but Anglo is not my brother. He's my uncle."
"Ah??"
Luis felt the information overload explode once more.
Deewa said it lightly, as if it were nothing. "It's very simple, really. My dad caught them in bed together, so they simply ran off together, which ended up infuriating my dad to his death."
"I had no one to take care of , so I was dumped at my maternal grandmother's place. Grandma's family raised . When I was fifteen, this bitch ca back saying she wanted to fulfill her duty to raise , and sweet-talked into going with her."
"Once we got to the city, they didn't even enroll in school. The night Anglo raped , it was this bitch who helped pin down my hands and feet."
"I ran away several tis and finally made it back here, but he beat black and blue. If it weren't for that, I probably would have been selling myself on the streets by the ti I was in my early teens."
"My grandma and grandpa were heartbroken. My uncle went to confront them, but Anglo set him up, frad him for robbery. He's still in prison, hasn't gotten out yet."
As Deewa spoke, her expression didn't change, her tone steady without a tremble. Yet, it was often at such monts that a person was most agitated, most murderous.
She looked at Luis with clear eyes and said, "You know how she got injured? Anglo beat her too. After beating her, he had the shaless audacity to call over to the hospital to take care of her."
The more Deewa spoke, the darker her tone beca, finally unable to control the rising agitation. "Look at that crying face of hers, how pitiful she seems."
"But when Anglo was raping , she didn't hesitate for a second to help hold down. She even slapped a few tis, telling to behave."
"Though there's one thing worth praising. The reason she got beaten was because Anglo told her to go out and sell herself, and she refused."
"This slut... Anglo had long grown tired of her. All these years, she's been unsatisfied, yet she still fantasizes that Anglo might actually care for her for real..."
As she spoke, Deewa slipped two objects into Luis's hand.
"What are these?"
Luis looked at the things in his hand, sowhat baffled.
They resembled modern car key fobs, with buttons for on, off, and even settings for intensity levels.
"Press one and you'll see," Deewa said, her eyes gleaming with intense excitent.
Luis was utterly confused. He picked up the strange device and pressed the 'on' button. Imdiately, a stifled cry ca from Fanga beside them, her body trembling as if sobbing. "Don't... Deewa, I'm begging you, Mom is begging you, don't humiliate Mom like this..."
"Ignore her!"
Luis was montarily at a loss. Deewa, however, gave a soft, seductive smile. "Try the other one. It's really fun."
As if guided by so unseen force, Luis pressed the other switch. Instantly, Fanga in the corner let out a sharp cry, her body under the thin quilt shuddering violently, even convulsing.
"No... Deewa, please...!"
"Turn it off, quick! Mom can't take it... How will Mom ever face anyone after this...?"
Fanga emitted a sobbing moan, her whole body writhing restlessly, pleading in a pitiful manner.
Luis was briefly stunned into silence. Deewa, however, remained composed. She crawled over to Fanga and gently stroked her rounded hip through the quilt, but her words were rciless and cold:
"You still want to face people as a human being??"
"You made my grandfather's family lose all dignity, made my maternal grandmother's family the laughingstock of the whole village."
"You almost made into a woman who'd sleep with anyone. Think about how outrageous the things you did were. How dare you play the victim now?"
Looking at Deewa's slightly contorted face, Luis opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. He could only watch helplessly as her face filled with hatred and fury, tears of release seemingly shimring in her eyes.
At this mont, Deewa didn't seem like she was acting out drunkenly. Instead, it was the hysterical eruption of hatred suppressed for many years.
Do not preach kindness without knowing another's suffering. Having navigated society for years and witnessed many twisted family dynamics, Luis had always tried to be kind to others, but he was no with overflowing, indiscriminate sympathy.
For a woman to be hated by her own child and her own mother alike, one could only imagine the extent of the outrageous things she must have done.
"No...!"
Fanga couldn't help but cry out.
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