Ghost Mom

Ghost Mom

Her mother was a control freak.

Always gentle and compassionate on the surface, but actually haughty and superior.

Those long, pale hands were always gently caressing her daughter's cheek. Beneath her elegant, mature bearing was a fragrance and softness almost intoxicating enough to drown in.

Her eyes were cool and haughty, while the corners of her lips curled into a faintly seductive smile.

She said, "...Be good."

But Ji Qing bowed her head, trembling almost uncontrollably, her face deathly pale with fear, and let her mother's fingertips stroke the edge of her lips.

...Her mother was a madwoman, a control freak.

She treated her daughter like a dog, a pet, a bad child, a toy.

The next moment, the woman's eyes turned icy. She gripped her daughter's chin and looked at her beautiful, pale face. Her curved eyes were shadowed with restrained indifference, utterly undisturbed.

"Good girl, why do you care so much about other people?"

"You know perfectly well that you're Mommy's most outstanding daughter, Mommy's favorite child. Other people are just dogs and toys. You were born knowing that... So why would you talk back to Mommy for someone else?"

Her red-painted fingernail traced a red mark at the corner of her lips. Her voice rose at the end, rich and syrupy sweet, almost mocking.

"...You're being naughty."

She was always like that, demanding the impossible of her. She was supposed to be her successor, to be forever exceptional and forever as devoid of feeling as her mother.

Her mother was so haughty, mature, sexy, and elegant, always sure of victory. Yet she had not a trace of emotion.

Even as she smiled sweetly and elegantly, her beautiful eyes were indifferent and vacant, like the eyes of a fish without feelings.

She wanted to turn her daughter into a monster just like herself.

So Ji Qing hated her, and feared her.

Every word and action, every frown and smile, was under her mother's control.

She hated her so much.

She hated that her mother treated her like a puppy instead of a daughter. She hated her mother's haughtiness, her suffocating need for control. She hated her, hated her, hated her...

So she wanted to possess her mother.

She wanted her mother to show her tenderness.

Ji Yuning was born a lunatic.

She toyed with the world, always watching it with bored indifference, as if she stood above it all. No one dared touch her, not even a little.

Everyone was meant to prostrate themselves at her feet as lowly dogs.

...She wanted someone like herself.

So she underwent IVF and gave birth to a daughter.

From a tiny clump of flesh in her belly, to a hungry infant, to a beautiful, aloof girl, her daughter grew like a sprout, becoming more and more like her.

Her daughter had a beautiful, cool face, with eyes that tilted slightly upward at the corners just like hers, seeming both languid and indifferent.

When her emotions slipped through, she was like a little demon gone mad, exactly like her mother.

...So adorable.

Their flesh and blood had been intertwined from the beginning. Their lives were destined to contain each other. They were meant to go on hating and loving each other forever.

She would always control her daughter, keep her tightly in her grasp.

As it happened,

her daughter wanted to control her mother forever, to keep her tightly in her grasp.

1. Writing this mother-daughter incest for myself. Probably a short story, won't be paywalled. Writing this for myself, writing this for myself, writing this for myself, writing this for myself. If mother-daughter incest isn't your thing, feel free to click away. Maybe they're not blood-related.

2. Two gorgeous women: an aloof, pure-and-seductive, secretly unhinged daughter, the gong, x an utterly unhinged, mature and beautiful mother, the shou. Both are virgins. The mother had the girl through IVF.

3. Chinese-style mother-daughter... I forgot the rest. Anyway, the mother's eyes are what the daughter fears most. I forgot the rest, too. Anyway, it's about the mother...

4. Writing this for myself. As long as you enjoy reading it, that's all that matters.

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