Tanmei Fairy Tales

Friends, I want to tell you a story that may subvert your inherent cognition, are you ready?

Once upon a time, there was a boy.His family lives in a very, very dense forest.His skin is as white as jade fat, his lips are red, and his hair is as soft as a golden waterfall.It's not very long, otherwise, with his long and thick eyelashes and bulging cute cheeks, he would really be mistaken for a girl.

Of course he has a name, but that doesn't matter, because soon, he will have a name that you and I are familiar with, so let's just call him a boy.

There was always melancholy in the boy's eyes, the kind of melancholy that couldn't be melted away, like a sinking lake.His father died when he was very young.He didn't even have time, in the vortex of the deep lake of memory, holding those wide, thick, warm, hot and secure hands, he called him "Dad" himself.There is no one in his memory, named father's shadow.

And the only man who is closest to that image, but who will never be recognized as his father by himself, is a hunter.When he was five years old, that fat, scruffy figure with a limping leg, carrying a bleeding ax, walked into his life.Since then, it has become a curse that cannot be driven away, and a shadow that cannot be shaken away.

On this day, as usual, the boy came back from picking mushrooms in the forest.As soon as he opened the door, he saw the mother who was forced on the floor of the living room, her lower body was bleeding, and she was being rough fucked by the bearded man.

The boy is already 15 years old, he is gradually matured, and he is no longer as ignorant of this kind of thing as he was when he was a child.He knew what kind of heart-wrenching stabbing and suffering his mother was suffering in the buttocks that had just torn off her trousers, half hung on her skinny buttocks, and had not had time to produce any lubricating liquid.

Yes, in the face of such a disgusting man, how could it be possible to have the slightest lust?Perhaps it was the years of endless torment, or the despair of being unable to escape the shackles of fate, which had already dried up the mother's lower body, as well as the tears in her eyes.It's just that this kind of tears, every time I face my son, I can't help but burst out of my eyes and come surging.

Look at the murderer who tortured his mother, how could he be worthy of being his stepfather!He is just a dirty pig, a criminal who has been depraved and defiled his mother for a long time.But the young boy at that time was powerless to resist. Even if he has grown up to half an age now, how can he shoulder the epee of revenge and muster the courage to fight everything and go all out?

Since the day the hunter moved into this forest and rudely kicked open the wooden door of their house, he only gave them two choices: Get out, leave the home they depended on for survival, and never set foot in this forest again ; Or, to live like this today.

The man stuck out his purple-black tongue, licked his lower lip rudely, and committed obscenity and obscenity in front of the young man without hesitation, while humiliating his mother, he also insulted the pride in the young man's heart.The condescending, possessive eyes seemed to be implying something to the young man.

The young man ran out as if he was fleeing, and ran for the door.

Behind her came a mother's desperate cry: "Child—where are you going—?!"

"I'm going...I'm going to see grandma! I'll send her some freshly picked mushrooms to taste!"

The boy ran towards the other side of the forest as if he was dead.The basket of mushrooms that he picked with great difficulty was thrown on the ground by the door in his desperation—what a clumsy excuse.