I counted softly under my breath, my eyes fixed on Aunt Ouyang before me. A fragrant breeze brushed my face as her stunning features seemed to drift closer, then farther away. The generous U-shaped neckline of her top fell open, revealing a stretch of fair, jade-like neck and sharply defined, sculpted collarbones. The pale, rounded curve of her upper chest gradually filled my vision until a deep, canyon-like cleavage lay completely exposed before my eyes. Through that enticing valley, I could even catch a glimpse of the small navel hidden beneath her clothes.
A rush of heat began to rise within me...
"Mmwah!" Just as my attention remained fixed on Aunt Ouyang's fair, sweat-glistening chest, a sudden warmth and wetness on my cheek jolted me back to reality. When I came to my senses, I saw Aunt Ouyang's slightly upturned red lips.
"Mmwah!" Aunt Ouyang performed another sit-up, and as she drew closest to me, she planted another fiery kiss on my cheek.
My first instinct wasn't to pull away but to glance over at Mom and Jingyan beside me.
"It's fine, you little rascal!" Aunt Ouyang whispered softly in my ear.
"Auntie, you..."
"What's wrong? Does Xiaoyu not like it when Auntie kisses you anymore? Ah... you really have grown up..." Aunt Ouyang's expression shifted like a changing mask, her brows lowering as she let out a soft sigh.
"It's not like that, Auntie... I..." I stumbled, unsure how to explain.
"Alright, I'm just teasing you. Let's continue." Aunt Ouyang placed her hands behind her head again, kissing me repeatedly as she performed sit-ups.
I lost count of how many times my face was kissed. Just as I was growing accustomed to Aunt Ouyang's light, fleeting pecks, a strange sensation suddenly arose in my lower body. I glanced down and saw that Aunt Ouyang's feet had quietly settled on the inside of my thighs. Those delicate, fair feet were like two armies advancing from different directions, poised to encircle the "brother" in my crotch!
It was only then that I realized—Auntie's sit-up motion kept bringing her body closer to mine, and in my dazed state, I hadn't been holding her feet firmly in place.
Oh my god, if Jingyan saw us in this position, she might not think much of it. But if a woman with an unusual thought process like Mu Xianning saw it, she would definitely jump straight to thinking about foot-related activities.
"Auntie... could you wait a moment? Let me shift back a bit," I whispered.
"Shift what? This is just fine." Aunt Ouyang even pressed her feet firmly against the inside of my thighs, nearly brushing against my erection!
"Hiss—" I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.
"Sweetie, Auntie has a question for you." Aunt Ouyang smoothed back the strands of hair damp with fragrant sweat on her forehead, hugged her thighs, and leaned closer to ask.
"Go ahead, Auntie, but could you please move your feet?"
"No!"
"Alright... what's your question?"
"Hehe, are you hard, sweetie?"
"Ah—huh? What?" Aunt Ouyang's question short-circuited my brain. My eyes widened, and I nearly cried out in shock.
"I'm asking you—be honest! Sweetie!" Aunt Ouyang gave me a light pinch.
"Ah... no, I'm not~" I scratched my head awkwardly.
"Come on, don't be shy. Didn't I tell you that you can tell Auntie anything? Don't think of me as your aunt—think of me as your sister!" Aunt Ouyang chided me.
In my mind, I thought, Sister... not even as a sister would this be okay!
"No... really not."
"Aiyo~ Auntie is getting old, have I lost my charm?" Aunt Ouyang suddenly pouted, looking unhappy.
"No, no!" I quickly waved my hands to explain. "It's not that you lack charm, Auntie. It's just that I... I don't dare. You're my aunt, my mother-in-law." I could only speak my mind. No matter what, I had to make Auntie happy first.
"Pfft—" Aunt Ouyang covered her mouth and giggled. "So that's how it is. Aiya, I thought I had lost my charm." Aunt Ouyang happily flipped her big wavy hair.
"Sweetie, how long is it when you get hard?" Aunt Ouyang asked another question that nearly made me explode.
"Um... Auntie, why are you asking these things?" I covered my mouth with my hand, whispering as I glanced subtly toward Jingyan and my mom.
"What's wrong with asking? I've watched you grow up since you were little. There's nowhere on you I haven't seen. I even held you to pee when you were young. Don't you remember how you used to ask me to bathe you? Aiya~ But ever since a certain little handsome guy hit puberty, he started thinking he was a grown man, saying men and women shouldn't be too close. Auntie hasn't seen that part of you since. You've grown so much now—your lower part must have developed quite a bit too, right? Tell Auntie, how long is it?" As she spoke, Aunt Ouyang's expression shifted between joy and sorrow, her eyes finally gleaming like a woman hearing juicy gossip.
"Aiya, A~untie~" I was too embarrassed to say it, squirming uncomfortably.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just feel it myself." With that, Aunt Ouyang moved her feet as if to step toward my crotch.
"Hey, don't! I'll tell you!"
"Hurry up and say it!"
"When it's hard... ten... twelve centimeters." I was so embarrassed I could have dug a hole with my toes.
"Not bad... better than your Uncle Qin." Aunt Ouyang looked up, reminiscing about something.
I thought to myself, is this something you can just talk about? Aunt Ouyang is really too bold. She was always a bit unconventional before, but she never went straight for my lower half like this. Did something happen recently that changed her?
"Uh..." I really couldn't respond to that.
"So, how is it when you and Jingyan have sex?" Aunt Ouyang's questions were getting more and more intense!
"Ah, no... Auntie, shouldn't you be asking Jingyan that?" I frowned.
"I did. She wouldn't tell me."
Hearing those words, I could only purse my lips, thinking, "So that's how it is."
"Aiya, sweetie~ Tell Auntie~ What's there to hide~ Do I have to beg you? You're a grown man, don't be so shy, okay?" Aunt Ouyang's words instantly stirred up my indignation.
"Tell me, how is it? How many times does Jingyan climax?" Aunt Ouyang pressed again.
"Once, sometimes twice." I answered without hesitation.
"Really? That's pretty good then... not bad, not bad." Aunt Ouyang seemed inexplicably happy to hear this.
"Exercise more. Look how skinny you are." Aunt Ouyang pinched my arm. "Don't overthink it, sweetie. Auntie asks these things because... because I want you and Jingyan to have a better life. Sex is part of life, and a very important part at that. So if you have anything to say, don't hold back. You can tell Auntie anything, okay?"
"Mm, okay." A warmth spread through my heart.
"Come on, you should work on your abs too. Core strength is really important in your sex life," Auntie said, rolling over to let me lie down properly.
Hearing Auntie's explanation about sex life left me speechless again, but then it occurred to me—she only acted this way with me, her son-in-law. She wouldn't behave like this with her own husband, Uncle Qin. Here I was, a guy in my twenties, worrying about Auntie Ouyang's life. Talk about overestimating myself.
"—Mwah!"
Just as I clasped my hands behind my head and started doing sit-ups, Auntie Ouyang planted a fragrant kiss right on my lips.
This…
"What are you spacing out for? Keep going!" Auntie Ouyang laughed and gave me a playful smack.
"Okay!"
"Mwah!"
I thought to myself, with such an enticing training partner, any man would push himself to the limit.
…
"Ahh~ that feels so good~" Jingyan and Mom had both woken up. Jingyan stood up as she spoke, raising her arms high and stretching into a big, satisfying yawn. Her full D-cup breasts stood out enticingly, even revealing the faint outline of her nipples.
"Xuanyu, Mom, you're both so sweaty. Why don't you go take a shower?" Jingyan reminded us with concern.
Feeling a bit guilty, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and took the chance to rub my lips extra thoroughly—they still carried the lingering fragrance of Auntie Ouyang's kiss.
Seriously, what was I thinking earlier? Letting my hormones take over like that, kissing my own mother-in-law and just going along with it?
I kept scolding myself inwardly.
"I'll go wash up first. Jingyan, Wanyi, come with me," Auntie Ouyang called out to Mom and Jingyan to join her in the bathroom.
"Son, help me check my private messages," Mom said to me before heading back to her room, pointing at her phone.
I immediately understood, got up, and picked up Mom's phone, opening the Douyin app.
I clicked on the messages tab. Even though there were hundreds of unread messages—too many to delete—I still had to deal with them.
I tapped on the latest one.
"Beautiful Wanyi, you must be tossing and turning at night, right? Your repressed desires are like blooming datura flowers, eating away at your soul. Yet deep down, there's a pure angel purifying those desires, telling yourself you can't give in. But how long can that last? One day, desire will consume your soul, unleashing your contrasting side, plunging you into the abyss. Set yourself free."
What the hell is this? Is this how you use literature? If you're so talented, why aren't you writing columns instead of putting on this act here? Datura flowers? I'll spin you like a top! "Set yourself free"? "Consume your soul"? No way! Even if there were such desires, they'd have nothing to do with you! Damn it—blocked!
Next one.
"Sister Yiren, can I be your dog?"
Fuck! I just took a dump—come eat it!—blocked!
"Teacher Wanwan, may I ask where you work now? Do you need an assistant? I can give massages and scrub backs, wash feet and massage legs. People call me the all-around handy helper. Here's my WeChat: #￥#...%"
What the hell is this? Get lost—blocked!
Next one.
"Teacher Wanwan, beneath the calm ice lies fiery passion. All it takes is one opportunity for the dormant volcano to erupt completely."
Erupt? I'll blow you to pieces—blocked!
Next one.
"Hello, Ms. Wanwan Yiren, we are T City Yuechuangwen Cultural Media Co., Ltd. After reviewing your content and livestreams, our team believes you are a highly cultured and elegant woman. Your content not only promotes positive energy but also beautifully embodies the coexistence of traditional and modern femininity. We think your content is well worth extensive promotion, helping more women find a sanctuary for their souls amidst the fast-paced life. Our 'Orchid Heart, Moon Spirit' initiative aims to support, assist, and guide outstanding contemporary women like you. If you're interested, you can provide your email, and I'll send you more detailed information. If you have any questions, feel free to contact us. My email is: *****@.com. Thank you for reading, and I wish you a pleasant life."
Yuechuangwen? In T City? How come I've never heard of it? I'll keep this message for now and ask Aunt Ouyang about it later. But Mom probably doesn't need it. If Mom ever wanted to do something like this, Aunt Ouyang could just set up a company for her. Why bother taking orders from others?
Although what this person said is true, the people watching Mom now... are just a bunch of perverts.
Next one.
"Ms. Wanwan, do you sell used items?"
Get lost!!! I'll mail you some used dog crap—how about that?—Blocked!
"Seriously, what kind of people are these?" Now I understand why Mom always has me handle her private messages. This stuff is practically polluting her eyes!
Damn it! I'm not usually an irritable person, but these vulgar private accounts have made me curse more than I ever have in my life.
Next one.
"Hello, Sister Wanwan Yiren. I've watched your livestreams a few times and feel you must be a woman with a happy family and a fulfilling life. May I ask how to find a boyfriend who suits me? I've tried five or six already, but none of them were right /sad."
I clicked on this person's profile. It's a girl, and she looks quite pretty—I'll keep this one. Not because I have any ulterior motives—no matter how pretty she is, she's not as beautiful as my Jingyan—but because questions like these are best left for Mom to answer.
Next one.
"Hello, hello, Sister Wanwan Yiren. I watch almost every one of your livestreams. Your calligraphy, your content, and your temperament deeply attract me. I'm also a college student about to enter society, feeling both fear and anticipation for the future. May I have the honor of becoming friends with you?"
I clicked on this person's profile. The username is "Cosmic Universe," which sounds quite bold. The profile picture is a bicep, and the videos uploaded are all workout scenes. The physique looks pretty good, but the face isn't shown—probably a guy who isn't good-looking but has a muscular build.
Huh? Cosmic Universe? Why does that name sound familiar? Oh, right, he was one of the gift-givers during Mom's cooking livestream last time. Maybe he hadn't sent gifts before, so I didn't remember. Alright, I'll keep this one.
Next one.
"Sister Wanwan, I love you. I want to have babies with you."
Get lost—blocked, blocked, blocked!
I stopped opening them one by one. Instead, I just skimmed through and started blocking them in bulk.
"Huff~" I let out a long sigh, unsure how much time had passed. Staring at my phone had left my eyes feeling dizzy. But blocking someone really felt satisfying, haha.
"Ah~ So comfortable. After working up a light sweat and taking a shower, I feel so much lighter all over~" Jingyan's voice drifted over.
"Dear hubby, what are you up to?" Her voice grew closer, and soon after, her soft, damp body pressed against my back.
"Just finished sending a private message to Mom. Are you done showering? What about Aunt Ouyang and my mom?" I turned around and noticed Jingyan had come out wearing only a bathrobe.
"They're still showering. I came out first." Jingyan wrapped her arms around my head and pressed it against her full chest.
"Why did you come out first?" I slipped my hand through the gap in her bathrobe, resting it on her smooth waist before quietly sliding it downward. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Because... there's a handsome guy waiting for me outside." Jingyan's voice was filled with affection.
"Then let's go!" I scooped up Jingyan's legs, not caring if she might be exposed, and carried her as I ran into her bedroom.
"Bang!" After closing the door, I quickly laid Jingyan down on her luxurious, soft bed and eagerly pulled open her bathrobe—a dazzling flash of white instantly filled my vision, captivating me like an adventurer opening a treasure chest.
"Mmm!"
"Ah!"
As I eagerly lowered my head and Jingyan let out a seductive moan, in that intoxicating moment, my mouth was filled with an indescribable softness. It felt as if it might vanish like cotton candy, yet I could sense its jelly-like bounce on the tip of my tongue. A rich, milky fragrance lingered on my taste buds, melting into countless sensations, yet stubbornly lingering in my mouth, making me lose myself in this ambiguous feast of flavors, unwilling to wake up.
Jingyan's breasts were simply the most tempting delicacy in the world.
"Mmm—pop!" I sucked hard, not wanting to miss a single inch of her soft flesh or the gradually arousal-filled pink nipple.
The desires from last night—the missed opportunity with Jingyan, the urge to eavesdrop on Aunt Ouyang making love, the longing to embrace Aunt Ouyang in bed, the desire to discuss intimacy and share tender kisses with her—all burst forth like a broken dam.
Frantically, I began to take off my pants, ready to release everything onto Jingyan right then and there.
"Buzz..." Jingyan's phone, placed on the nightstand, vibrated.
A little embarrassed, Jingyan turned to reach for her phone and checked it.
"Who is it?" I complained, my tone clearly annoyed.
"Mu Xianning."
"What does she want?" I thought to myself, why does she always have such perfect timing?
"She's asking where we should go for the National Day holiday."
Ah, right... National Day. Where should we go?
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