(Non-original) Mirror of Oedipus (15) (Adult novel adapted from anime)

The Mirror of Oedipus (XV)

The bedroom was quiet. There was no wind, no breathing, and even the sound of heartbeats disappeared. Only the clock hanging on the wall made a mechanical and monotonous "tick-tick" sound, vibrating everyone's eardrums.

After a while, Dad's body shook. He looked at me, then at my mother, the muscles on his cheeks twitching horribly, and a few words came out from between his teeth: "You...you...you..."

My brain went blank, and I completely lost the ability to think and act. I only felt that the penis inserted in my mother's vagina was shrinking little by little...

"Husband, you...please listen to my explanation..." Mom pleaded in a trembling voice, her pretty face was pale without a trace of blood, and her whole body was shaking. Obviously this situation was unexpected, and she was as confused as I was.

"Bah, what's the point of explaining?" Dad clenched his fists and approached me step by step. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was as angry as a wounded lion. He said in a harsh voice, "My eyes are not blind yet. I saw clearly what you two did... I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

When he said this, his voice choked up a little: "I worked hard to earn money to support my family, so that my wife and son could live a comfortable life...but what was the result? It turned out that I had such a virtuous wife and such a filial son..."

My mother lowered her head in shame, tears rolling in her eyes. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a word. She just kept shaking her head, looking extremely painful.

"...I really can't believe that you...shameless couple would repay me in this way..."

With gritted teeth and cursing, Dad walked to the bed and stood very close to us, with a pungent smell of alcohol coming from his body. I looked up at him nervously and fearfully. Before I could react, my mother suddenly burst into tears, pushed me away, jumped off the bed, got down on her knees, and knelt naked at my father's feet.

"No matter how many mistakes I made, they are all my fault..." She sobbed, "I am shameless, I seduced my son shamelessly! You...you can beat me or punish me, I will accept it, but please don't make things difficult for Xiaobing..."

"Of course I'm going to beat you. Do you think you can escape?" Dad's eyes were as if spitting fire, his eyebrows raised, he suddenly grabbed Mom's hair, pulled her up, and slapped her in the face with a wave of his hand.

My heart trembled and I felt a sharp pain, as if the palm was hitting me. However, my father was merciless. Under the influence of alcohol, he slapped me on both sides of the face, each slap was heavy and fierce. In a short while, my mother's cheeks were swollen, and the palm prints that disappeared from her buttocks reappeared on her face.

"I'll beat you to death... Beat you to death, you bitch..." Dad roared at the top of his lungs, as if he would never get tired. In the end, he just used his fists and feet to beat and kick my mother's delicate body fiercely, completely ignoring her miserable cries, as if he would not be satisfied until she was killed...

My tears also flowed out. The fear in my heart gradually subsided. I suddenly felt deep hatred and resentment towards the man in front of me. I suddenly shouted, "Stop!" and jumped up and unexpectedly rushed towards my father in the abdomen. He was caught off guard and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

I reached out my hand to help my mother up, crying and shouting, "How can you be a man if you hit a woman? If you want to hit someone, just hit me... It was me, I raped Mom first, and she was forced to submit to me... Come on, hit me, hit me..."

Before I could finish my sentence, my mother covered my mouth and said in horror: "Xiaobing, are you crazy? What are you talking about? This... this kind of thing can't be said casually..."

I steeled myself, pulled my mother's hand away, mustered up the courage to stare at my father, and said loudly, "What qualifications do you have to blame me and my mother? You drink and socialize all day long, leaving us alone at home. Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you ever considered my mother's loneliness? She is only a 38-year-old woman, but what's the difference between her being a widow for the past six months?"

Hearing me say such disobedient words, my mother became anxious and scared, and kept begging me to shut up. Dad was so angry that his face turned blue, his teeth were chattering, and his knuckles were white from pinching. But I was determined to go ahead. Although my voice was shaking, I still forced myself to continue: "... Dad, since you are not qualified to be a husband, let me, your son, take your place... Mom must be much happier with me than with you! Didn't you see how comfortable she was just now..."

"You little bastard, you...you are rebelling..." Dad was furious, gasping for breath, and it seemed that he would pounce on me like a wolf at any time. I felt like I was facing a formidable enemy and put on a fighting stance, determined to protect my mother from being beaten again. Unexpectedly, my father suddenly turned around, staggered out, and left us in the room.

"What's going on?" I was stunned and puzzled, but I didn't think much about it. I picked up my mother's nightgown and put it on her naked body. Then I put on my own clothes and walked out of the bedroom in a daze.

My mother followed me, her face full of tears as she whispered, "Oh! Child, you...you are in trouble..."

I calmed down and comforted her: "What are you afraid of? I've wanted to tell him those words a long time ago..."

Before he finished speaking, footsteps suddenly sounded, and Dad strode into the living room, holding a sharp knife in his hand, shouting angrily: "Little bastard, come here..."

My head buzzed, cold sweat oozed from my pores, staring at the dazzlingly bright blade, I felt a faint regret in my heart - Dad was obviously drunk tonight, maybe I shouldn't have overly angered such a drunk man just now...

At this moment, my mother suddenly rushed over and hugged my father's waist, shouting in panic: "Little soldier, run! Quick..." I woke up suddenly, and without waiting for my mother to shout a second time, I ran past my father. As soon as I opened the door, I saw him break free from his mother's restraints and chase after me, roaring.

My scalp tingled and I no longer dared to hesitate, and fled down the stairs like a flash. Along the way, I could hear my father's roar constantly in my ears, and the hairs on my neck stood on end, as if the dangerous weapon could hit me at any time. Terrified, I fell several times in the dark corridor, tumbling and crawling in a miserable state.

After finally escaping to the grounds downstairs, I saw a security guard patrolling not far away. I immediately rushed towards him as if I had found a savior, shouting loudly: "Help... Help..."

The security guard turned around and walked a few steps towards the front, asking, "What's going on?"

"My father...he...he wants to kill me..." I said breathlessly. Turning back, I saw that my father had come behind me. His bloodshot eyes were full of murderous intent and the knife in his hand was glowing coldly.

The security guard was also startled and quickly pulled out his baton from his waist, shouting, "Put down the knife and talk it over!"

"You...get away!" Dad waved the sharp knife like a mad tiger, looking like a mentally ill patient having a seizure. Before the security guard's baton touched him, he was kicked hard in the crotch. He flew far away and couldn't get up for a long time.

"I'm going to kill you...you bastard...I'm going to kill you..." Dad didn't even look at the other person and immediately moved towards me. He seemed to have lost his mind due to anger. The muscles on his face were terribly twisted. His previous gentleness was gone, replaced by a beast-like ferocity!

I was so scared that I was shaking all over and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I wanted to shout, but no sound came out of my throat; I wanted to escape, but there was a dead end behind me with no way out! Before I could take a few steps back, my back was pressed against the wall.

"Ah--" a thunderous cry rang out, and my father didn't hesitate for even a second, and slashed at me with the knife. The sharp blade reflected the moonlight and suddenly chopped to within reach.

At this moment, I felt the breath of death so clearly. An instinct for survival suddenly surged up in me. I almost subconsciously dodged to the right and stretched out my hand to push forward...

With a "chi" sound, a cold chill came from the left shoulder, and a string of blood splashed out! At the same time, I grabbed Dad's right wrist with both hands and held it tightly, temporarily blocking his second wave of attack.

The father and son were fighting and kicking against the wall, struggling with each other with all their might. I knew that as soon as my father's right hand holding the knife was freed, my life would be over immediately. So no matter how he hit or kicked me, I gritted my teeth and held on, refusing to let go, trying to get the knife out of his hand...

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