Chapter 1

I never expected my usually quiet and reserved son to do such a thing with my intimate clothing.

It made me blush and tremble all over.

How did my son become so corrupted?

...

Late at night, I got up to use the bathroom and noticed the light was still on in my son's room.

With only a month left until his SAT exams, was he staying up late to study?

I felt a wave of relief. It was worth quitting my job to be a full-time mom, all for him to achieve good results.

I slowly approached his door, intending to remind him to rest early and not overwork himself.

But then I heard heavy breathing.

Through the crack in the door, I saw my son lying on his side, holding a dark object in his hand, sniffing it intensely.

His eyes were fixed on the iPad propped on his nightstand, playing an explicit adult film.

His intoxicated expression and suggestive look reminded me of the creeps from those adult movies.

My cheeks burned. As an adult, I knew exactly what he was doing.

A few seconds later, it sank in. My son was 18, a grown man, with increasingly strong desires.

That dark object looked more and more like the clothes I had just changed out of...

A deep sense of shame washed over me. I felt both angry and helpless.

I knew what he was doing was wrong, but with his SATs so close, exposing his privacy would humiliate him and affect his studies.

I stood frozen, torn between confronting him and walking away.

The next moment, my son weakly set aside the underwear, looking satisfied, and turned off the light.

My heart raced. I stumbled back to my bedroom in a daze.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, overwhelmed with worry about my son.

He had always been well-behaved and sensible. How did he suddenly develop such a bad habit?

I barely slept that night. The next morning, I went to my son's room and found he had already left for school.

I made up my mind to gently address the issue that evening.

Young people these days don't know moderation. If he stayed up late indulging in such filthy habits, it would harm his health and ruin his exam performance. I would be devastated.

But discussing such a private topic between mother and son was awkward, especially given our different genders.

I spent the whole day restless. After preparing dinner, I anxiously waited for my son to return.

Finally, evening came. I was nervous, rehearsing what to say in my head repeatedly, worried about miscommunicating with him.

I wanted my son to quit this bad habit no matter what, not just for his studies but for his health.

But by 7 PM, he still wasn't home. I grew more anxious and irritable.

He usually returned much earlier. Where could he be today?