The bathroom was humid and warm. After Luo Qin left, the steam seemed to have been carried away along with the woman's fragrance, leaving a cool, refreshing atmosphere.
But it was precisely because of this that I caught a whiff of a strange, supposedly concealed scent—right there in the changing basket.
It was piled high, bulging slightly, clearly not the amount a woman had used, and emanating a faint, strangely familiar fragrance.
And if I listened closely, I could still hear a soft, seductive moan… only perhaps because the door was closed, the moan was barely audible, like a fleeting dream.
But that familiarity lingered, and my heart fluttered inexplicably, as if I had accidentally drunk a bottle of vinegar, a bitter, piercing ache.
"What's wrong with me…" I shook my head, wanting to go out but lacking even the courage to take a single step.
Suddenly, I noticed a glimpse of purple peeking through the pile of clothes. I couldn't resist walking over and pulling it out.
My eyes widened at the sight… it was a small pair of panties, made of delicate ribbons and a triangular piece of semi-transparent lace fabric.
The small bow that should have been tied at the side was torn open. Inside the triangular fabric, a vertical dampness ran, the lower part particularly pronounced, faintly revealing a creamy white hue.
Instantly, the orchid-like, musky fragrance became even more pronounced, seemingly filling my nostrils.
My heart skipped a beat, because I could tell it wasn't Luo Qin's scent. Two different smells emanated from the pile of clothes: one slightly powdery perfume, and the other this natural, alluring body odor—the difference was so striking that anyone could tell the difference.
More importantly, this aura evoked an overwhelming sense of familiarity, causing a dizzying, slightly aching sensation in the brain. Suddenly, a scene from memory flashed through the mind:
On a cozy bed lay a slender, graceful, youthful body, her freshly washed black hair gleaming like silk. A shy blush graced her face, her long eyelashes drooping, and her cherry lips were lightly bitten.
A pure white dress had been slipped to one side, revealing two alluring, full, rounded breasts encircled by her jade-like arms. The pressure of her arms accentuated the fullness of her breasts, creating a striking visual effect.
Complementing her youthful and exquisite body, they seemed almost too perfect to touch.
Below her slender, tightly bound waist, her full, rounded hips created a striking contrast, drawing attention no less than that drawn to her breasts.
Between her thighs lay a smooth, creamy white mound, her mons pubis like a freshly steamed bun, plump and full, with a delicate slit in the center, its peach-like opening revealing a faint pink hue.
It still glistened with moisture, a small strip of white lace wrapped around her knee, also showing a trace of dampness…
A captivating fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and an indescribable sense of happiness welled up within her.
The headache intensified, and the memories, like a poorly tuned television, kept fragmenting. Yet, there was a persistent feeling—it was the first time she had become one with that girl. After penetration, both of them trembled simultaneously, letting out long breaths, the warm, moist grip enveloping them.
She felt as if she were melting, the feeling of satisfaction, joy, and happiness almost overwhelming her.
I seemed to be calling out to her incoherently, "...Tang...I'm sorry..." She whimpered softly, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, "Waaah...you hurt me, you big idiot..."
The following memories were filled with innocent, joyful, comfortable, and beautiful scenes of intimacy. But happiness is fleeting; soon the scene ended, and the memory froze on the last image:
Between her two plump labia majora, the cherry-pink petals were slightly parted, a trickle of almost milky-white semen flowing out. The only flaw was that neither the slightly wrinkled sheets nor the sides of her labia showed any trace of the longed-for bright red...
Coming to my senses, I found myself tightly clutching her slightly damp panties, breathing heavily.
The orchid-like fragrance was slightly more mature than I remembered, as if it had lost some of the fresh, sweet scent of tender lotus buds, and gained a more alluring, seductive fragrance like that of withered orchids.
"Is it really her..."
From the moment I saw Luo Qin, and heard that familiar groan, even a fool could guess that the other woman in the room... was Luo Xuetang.
But was the girl in my memory really her?
Just thinking about this possibility brought a bittersweet feeling, like drinking sweet dew.
If it was her, then without a doubt... she was the one I loved most.
But the one I loved most...
I gritted my teeth, ultimately unable to confirm this "truth." Clutching the damp little strip of cloth in my hand, I turned and left. Now, the most important thing was to protect her.
The rest, I'd leave to the day my memories came to light.
......
In the room on the top floor of the Luo Shen Building, the light was dim, and a floor-to-ceiling window cast a reddish-purple glow, reflecting a large portion of the bustling streets of Shen City.
On a large bed, the sheets were in disarray, stained with dark, damp patches everywhere, and a long, wet streak ran along the edge of the bed.
A beautiful, snow-white body was pinned beneath a middle-aged man, revealing two long, slender legs like solidified jade. Her delicate calves were supported on broad shoulders, and her small, exquisite feet, with their round, plump toes, were so alluring and tempting that one wanted to kiss them.
The bed sank slightly, the disheveled sheets highlighting a snow-white, full, and large bottom. Her knees were pressed against her breasts, her legs spread wide, and between the two pale, crescent-shaped petals, a hint of cherry pink, her delicately clustered anus slightly shrunken, already damp with vaginal fluid.
Two plump, rounded labia majora, smooth and white, were stretched taut by a thick, dark brown penis, as large as an infant's arm, which was being vigorously thrust into. The shaft, coated with a thick, sticky fluid, moved rapidly in and out between her snowy buttocks.
The milky white paste, churned onto the sides of her hairless, delicate labia, overflowed like a stream with each thrust from her large, pink vulva, trickling down her buttocks.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
The muffled sounds of wet, slapping buttocks, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, echoed in the ambiguous room.
"Ah, ooh... dear uncle, good uncle... you're killing me... ooh, so numb, so comfortable... ooh... so powerful!"
The beauty's silky black hair cascaded onto the bed and pillows, scattered like a poignant black lotus as her head twisted and turned.
"Hmm..." The middle-aged man turned and kissed the delicate, curled toes, thrusting his hips deep inside, causing the beauty to whimper. She gasped, churning her engorged member, "My dear niece, you're so alluring. Your little hole has been fucked so many times by your uncle, and it's still so tight, so biting."
"No other woman can compare to you..."
Luo Shaowen sighed with admiration, twisting his hips to make his hard member swirl inside Xue Tang's vagina, while simultaneously moving his tongue to her swan-like neck, licking along her elegant lines. His tongue passed over her delicate, small breasts, then moved from the soft skin beside her breasts to her armpits, deeply inhaling the scent of that small patch of sweaty, bare skin.
As a being of the purest Yin constitution, a true "White Tiger," Xue Tang possessed not a single extra hair, not even in her armpits. Her skin was thin, delicate, smooth, and supple, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch… and she exuded a captivating fragrance, a richer, more intense aroma than her moist skin, embodying the purest and most alluring feminine scent.
This was more arousing and arousing to men than any aphrodisiac…
"Ugh…" Feeling the already enormous penis inside her swell even more, Xue Tang felt a burning, tingling pain in her vaginal opening. Her vagina swelled and stretched, the hot shaft churning and churning around her soft, tender core, making a wet, sizzling sound, like fingers forcibly squeezing sticky fluid from a tight, sticky vaginal canal.
The sticky, viscous vaginal flesh clung tightly to the shaft, each thrust causing the folds of flesh to rub against it without any gap, creating a strangely tingling and numbing sensation—both painful and pleasurable. The pain was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, almost like a spicy seasoning, bringing even more intense stimulation.