The orgasm had clearly drained the beauty of all her strength; her fair, porcelain-like legs remained spread wide, while translucent, honeyed fluid continued to trickle from her gently pulsing opening—a scene of raw, erotic indulgence.
After catching her breath for a long moment, Xuetang finally regained enough strength to clean herself up with some tissues. Dragging her exhausted, delicate body, she slipped into a pair of fuzzy house slippers and headed toward the bathroom.
On the edge of the bed—where the imprint of her peach-like buttocks still lingered—remained a small, glistening damp patch of milky fluid. Though the sight might be mortifying, the smart-home system ensured that this messy aftermath would remain hidden from prying eyes.
Yet, unbeknownst to Xuetang, the entire scene—from her masturbation to her plaintive cries of "Li Dong"—had been witnessed by another pair of eyes.
In a separate, dimly lit room, the heavy, hurried gasps and low, guttural growls of an aging man filled the air.
Faintly, one could hear the repeated, whispered utterance: "Young Mistress." Uncle Qin had long since installed numerous hidden cameras in Xuetang's room—and these were by no means recent additions...
With his impeccably tailored trousers pulled down below his knees, he kept his eyes glued to the footage from the hidden cameras. He rhythmically stroked his dark, thick cock; even after the young mistress had risen from her bed, he remained transfixed, his hand moving rapidly as he stared at the faint, petal-shaped indentations left behind—and the damp patch at their center.
As the young mistress headed toward the bathroom, Uncle Qin switched the feed to the camera inside.
He had planted over a dozen cameras throughout her private quarters—tucked into every conceivable corner, even inside the toilet bowl. His favorite moment was when she sat down; he would watch her rounded, snow-white buttocks sink into view, while the labia—pressed together by her posture—appeared all the more plump, smooth, and succulent, like a ripe, thin-skinned peach bursting with juice.
When the urge to urinate struck, her delicate labia would part ever so slightly—a blossoming, jade-like sight, glistening and alluring. Suddenly, a clear spray would erupt from between her tender folds, scattering like shattered jade and silver threads, instantly fogging up the camera lens...
The young mistress was simply perfect. Even in the act of relieving herself, there was not a trace of anything sordid; she was like a celestial being descended to earth—a vision so intoxicating it left one utterly dazed.
If only she would sit upon his face to relieve herself—he would latch onto those delicate labia and suck with everything he had; he would sooner suffocate than let a single drop of that precious, nectar-like fluid go to waste! Uncle Qin felt deeply foolish—why hadn't he realized it sooner? Why hadn't he sooner grasped just how beautiful the Young Mistress truly was…
In the bathroom, Xuetang slipped off her nightgown. As her cascading black hair swayed gently, a body—pale as mutton-fat jade, luminous and smooth—was revealed on the screen.
As the shower began to run, a sweet, coquettish moan drifted through the microphone and reached Uncle Qin's ears. Xuetang, while bathing, couldn't help but slide her slender fingers between her thighs; as she toyed and teased, a sound emerged—distinct from the rush of the water—damp, sticky, and thick with desire.
Uncle Qin stared, transfixed. Unable to hold back, he quickened the pace of his hand, letting out a low, guttural growl:
"Young Mistress… you are so incredibly beautiful."
"With Young Master Li Dong away from home all these years, you must have been suffering, left all alone in that empty chamber."
"If only I'd noticed sooner—I could have comforted you so much more…"
"But it's not too late. Since Young Master Li Dong can't give you happiness or a child… then I will! Oh—oh—Young Mistress, I'm—I'm letting it all out for you!"
With a rapid, rhythmic motion, a thick, pale-yellow stream of semen erupted from his hand, splashing directly onto Xuetang's jade-white body on the screen.
After ejaculating, Uncle Qin caught his breath, a smirk playing on his lips. He glanced toward a bottle on the table labeled "Fertility Aid." Ever since the Young Master had returned home that one time and spent the night with the Young Mistress, Qin had quietly procured these fertility pills, grinding them into a powder and slipping them into her food. At night, he would—as was his routine—administer a sleeping draught to the young mistress, rendering her unconscious. He would then slip into her chamber, strip her voluptuous body completely bare, and gaze upon her snow-white, moon-like form. Lying there, utterly defenseless, she was a sight to set one's lust ablaze. Even with the aid of aphrodisiacs, he would invariably drain his testicles dry, leaving his lower back aching and his limbs numb.
He would even go so far as to prop up her hips with a pillow, ensuring that as much of his semen as possible remained inside her.
Every day, he would secretly test to see if the young mistress had conceived—and yesterday, he finally got his answer.
The result sent a thrill of ecstasy through him: she was pregnant!
Although Young Master Li Dong had also been with her once during this period, the odds of conception from a single encounter were slim. He, however, had been with her far more often—and on several occasions, he hadn't been able to hold back and had ejaculated inside her. Her delicate passage was so incredibly tight—as if it possessed a suction of its own—that every time he thrust into her, a jolt of pleasure would shoot up his spine, leaving his entire body trembling; it was simply impossible to restrain himself.
Whether by the sheer frequency of his encounters or the timing, he was certain that the child was far more likely to be his than Young Master Li Dong's.
He felt a twinge of guilt toward the young master, but then again, the young master and the young mistress could always have more children later. He had dedicated his entire life to the Luo family without ever asking for anything in return—surely, it wasn't too much to ask for the young mistress to bear his child?
Then again, the second young mistress was growing up, too...
As these chaotic thoughts swirled in Uncle Qin's mind, a dark desire began to stir once more. Listening to the delicate moans of Xuetang emanating from the scene before him, his cock began to stiffen and rise, inch by inch.