Could it be Uncle Qin? But that doesn't make sense. If it were Uncle Qin, why wouldn't he just send Jingyan and me away at home instead?
A name I desperately wanted to avoid surfaced in my mind, lingering stubbornly. I waited quietly, even turning off my phone, afraid of being discovered.
Until an unfamiliar yet not entirely strange figure slowly walked to the foot of the bed and entered my line of sight.
It was… Zhao Chenyu.
I was so shocked I forgot how to breathe… How could it be?
"How could it be him?"
I watched as he stood there in a bathrobe, his silhouette cool yet tense, his damp hair glistening under the light like a smug, contemptible show-off. He lowered his head, covering his mouth, giving me a sly, sinister smile. He… how could he possibly be showering in Aunt Ouyang's secret boudoir? I've known Aunt Ouyang for over twenty years, and the number of times I've showered here can be counted on both hands. How could he?
I tried my best to suppress my rapid breathing, quietly observing the two inside.
"All cleaned up?" Aunt Ouyang turned to her side, her long legs slightly bent. Her robe slipped down, only to be hooked back up by her fingers, revealing a glimpse of her fair, tender thigh. Her other hand supported her head, her exquisite and beautiful face relaxed, a seductive smile curling at the corner of her lips, tinged with a faint trace of disgust and casual disdain.
"Cl… cleaned up, Aunt Ouyang… uh, President Lan, President Lan!" I could see Zhao Chenyu's profile—his eyes lowered, head slightly drooping, shoulders hunched, arms hanging limply, his hands unconsciously rubbing together in front of him, betraying the anxiety and unease deep within.
"What's wrong? Weren't you so bold before? Now you're acting like a coward? Hmm?" Aunt Ouyang's teasing, interrogative tone reminded me of a queen lounging leisurely on her palace bed in a TV drama.
"Uh… well… I… President Lan…" Zhao Chenyu looked utterly pathetic, making me frown in disdain.
"What? You came when I asked you to, you showered when I told you to, and now you're stammering?" Aunt Ouyang didn't look at him, her eyes fixed on her fingers as she lightly picked at her nails, speaking with contempt.
"I, President Lan, I… I truly admire your beauty. When I look at you, I… I can't look away. That day… it was… it was my lust taking over. You can punish me however you want, just… please don't send me away, don't…" Zhao Chenyu rambled nervously, his words vague and confusing.
I was even more baffled.
Which day? What lust taking over?
"Is that so? Then, whatever I say, you'll do?" Aunt Ouyang let out a light hum, her graceful body slowly sitting up. She crossed her arms, her long, snow-white legs seductively crossed, her toes pointing at Zhao Chenyu in front of her. It was a somewhat insulting gesture, yet I sensed a hint of familiarity, as if Zhao Chenyu only deserved to be pointed at with Aunt Ouyang's foot.
"Uh… yes, yes! Whatever you say, I'll do…" Zhao Chenyu took a small step forward, trying to express his loyalty, yet he seemed at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.
"Hahaha... ahahaha..." Aunt Ouyang burst into unrestrained laughter at his dazed and foolish expression, her full chest trembling violently as if about to break free from the loose confines of her nightgown.
Zhao Chenyu was at a loss, not daring to even lift his head. As for me, I remained with a furrowed brow, my expression filled with confusion—why had things come to this?
"Kneel." Aunt Ouyang rested her chin on her hand and uttered these two words lightly, leaving both Zhao Chenyu and me stunned.
"What... President Lan, you..." Zhao Chenyu stammered.
"I told you to kneel. Didn't you hear me? Weren't you just saying you'd do anything? Can't even manage such a small thing?" Aunt Ouyang's tone remained airy, her fair toes lightly tapping the floor as she gestured for Zhao Chenyu to kneel.
Zhao Chenyu hesitated for a few seconds, his legs trembling, before slowly sinking to his knees on the ground.
"Thud!" It was the sound of Zhao Chenyu's knees hitting the floor. Though not particularly loud, to me it felt like the shattering of something fragile.
"Come closer!" Aunt Ouyang's tone brooked no argument as she crooked a finger at Zhao Chenyu.
Zhao Chenyu shuffled forward on his knees, inching toward Aunt Ouyang. Just as he was about to reach her, her delicate foot pressed against his chest.
"What's wrong? Not happy? Does it humiliate you, a grown man, to kneel before a weak woman like me? Hmm?" Aunt Ouyang extended her other foot, her slender toes lightly hooking under Zhao Chenyu's chin, twisting and turning it as if admiring a pet.
"Mmm... n-no, not at all." Zhao Chenyu let out a soft groan, allowing Aunt Ouyang to toy with him.
"Is that so? Look at that ugly face of yours, doing such filthy things. You little bastard! Aren't you?!" Aunt Ouyang suddenly turned fierce, her alluring yet scornful tone laced with curses and insults.
With an air of haughty arrogance, Aunt Ouyang placed one foot on top of Zhao Chenyu's head, her toes curling to grip his hair. Zhao Chenyu winced in pain, his head tilting to the side. Meanwhile, Aunt Ouyang's other leg bent into a seductive curve as she raised her foot and brought it down hard against Zhao Chenyu's upturned face.
"Smack!" "Smack!"
The sound of the slaps wasn't sharp or crisp but rather low and muffled, like a mallet striking a rusted bell—dull and heavy.
"What's wrong? Angry? Why aren't you angry? Are you even a man? Do you have any backbone at all? Hmm?" Aunt Ouyang tightened her grip on his hair, rubbing the sole of her foot against his face, her toes pinching his ear as she tugged with a mix of brutality and disdain. From her enticing red lips poured a relentless stream of provocative taunts.
What was Aunt Ouyang doing? Wasn't she afraid Zhao Chenyu might lose control and snap? After all, Zhao Chenyu was still a man—how much humiliation could he endure? And with only the two of them in the room, Aunt Ouyang's provocations placed her in a dangerously precarious situation.
My legs involuntarily shifted forward, my heart lodged in my throat. If Zhao Chenyu showed even the slightest intention of harming Aunt Ouyang, I wouldn't hesitate to rush in.
"What's wrong? Have you really lost all your temper? Are you even a man? I'm insulting you like this, and you have no reaction at all—are you an idiot?" Aunt Ouyang's feet clamped onto Zhao Chenyu's cheeks, squeezing his face and lips into a distorted shape, like a clown mocked on stage.
"Speak!" Aunt Ouyang released Zhao Chenyu's mouth.
"I...!" Zhao Chenyu gasped heavily.
"Oh, angry now, are you? A little woman like me, alone in a room with a strong sports student like you—what do you want to do? Rape me?" Aunt Ouyang taunted sarcastically.
"I wouldn't dare... President Lan, I wouldn't dare..." Zhao Chenyu muttered softly, his head lowered.
"Wouldn't dare? I think you dare to do anything!"
Aunt Ouyang held her chin high, her eyes lowered in contempt as she looked down at Zhao Chenyu kneeling before her. She lifted his chin with her toes again, then extended her big toe to his mouth, prying his lips open as if performing a punishment.
Over the past twenty years, I've seen Aunt Ouyang scolding subordinates, seen her being obedient to me, and seen her crying in sorrow. But whether it was the Aunt Ouyang who just insulted Zhao Chenyu in every possible way or the one now enjoying the thrill of abuse, I was truly seeing her like this for the first time. It really gave me the feeling of having opened a door to a new world.
"Do you like it, you little brat?" Aunt Ouyang's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Mmm... uh!" Zhao Chenyu nodded eagerly while carefully licking Aunt Ouyang's toes.
For some reason, even though Zhao Chenyu was lying beneath Aunt Ouyang, and even though Aunt Ouyang wore a slightly pleasured expression, the moment I saw Zhao Chenyu's tongue touch Aunt Ouyang's toes, I felt a wave of disgust—as if my most cherished treasure had been pawed by a rat or my treasured food had been landed on by a fly. Even though I hadn't been intimate with Aunt Ouyang and she wasn't my woman, I still felt a strong revulsion, as if witnessing my own woman being defiled.
"Haha, that tickles! You little rascal, your tongue is quite useful, haha!" Aunt Ouyang laughed unrestrainedly.
Seeing this, Zhao Chenyu took Aunt Ouyang's big toe into his mouth and raised both hands to support her heel and ankle.
"Slap!" A crisp sound reached my ears—Aunt Ouyang's foot swiftly kicked Zhao Chenyu's hand.
"Who said you could touch me with your filthy hands? Put them down!" Aunt Ouyang's voice remained light and airy, yet filled with an undeniable authority.
Zhao Chenyu hurriedly placed his hands on his knees, stretching his neck forward as his ugly tongue slithered between Aunt Ouyang's toes.
"Haha, you little rascal. You know, you chat with me on WeChat every day, asking about my well-being and trying to get close to me."
"During the trip, you were quite diligent and seemed pretty sensible. But you were holding that camera, specifically aiming it at my butt and chest—did you think I didn't notice? And it wasn't just me; you took plenty of creepy photos of Jingyan and the others too, right? Hmm?"
"A few days ago, when you sent me photos, you slipped in a picture of your own disgusting dick and then quickly deleted it. You even pretended to be innocent, asking me if I saw anything. How hypocritical."
"Do you really think I wanted to see that photo of yours? Hmm?"
"Am I right, Zhao Chenyu?"
Auntie Ouyang spoke while continuing to humiliate Zhao Chenyu with her foot.
Only then did I understand why Zhao Chenyu was being treated this way by Auntie Ouyang. No wonder he had eagerly chased after Auntie Ouyang and Jingyan to take photos, while only giving me and Chu Yun a few polite, perfunctory shots. So this guy had ulterior motives all along. And he actually had the nerve to send Auntie Ouyang a photo of his private parts? That was something I never would have expected. But if she wanted to teach him a lesson, Auntie Ouyang had plenty of ways to do it. Why bring him here?
"Right, little Chenyu?" Auntie Ouyang pulled her foot out of Zhao Chenyu's mouth, her toes glistening with sticky saliva. She rubbed her beautiful foot across his face, then pinched his ear with her toes, tugging it hard—like a parent disciplining a naughty child, stern and inescapable.
"N-no… you're right, you're absolutely right!"
Zhao Chenyu endured the pain, nodding repeatedly.
"Haha! You're not even angry when I say that. You really are… an obedient little servant!" Auntie Ouyang tugged at both of Zhao Chenyu's ears with her feet, her tone dripping with contempt.
I paid no attention to Zhao Chenyu, kneeling on the floor like a eunuch. My gaze was fixed entirely on Auntie Ouyang. Her slender legs were slightly parted, the loose robe draped between them, covering her private area but leaving her flawless legs completely exposed. And at the top of her thighs, I couldn't see any trace of underwear.
Could it be… she wasn't wearing any? What exactly was Auntie Ouyang planning?
"Uh… y-yes, whatever you say is right." Zhao Chenyu's ears and face were being toyed with by Auntie Ouyang's beautiful feet, yet he still responded obediently, just as she had said—like a well-behaved servant. I couldn't understand why he was enduring such humiliation. For a job? Surely not…
"Haha, good, good. Very obedient. Stand up now." Auntie Ouyang's foot gently stroked Zhao Chenyu's cheek, as if petting a little dog at her feet. Zhao Chenyu immediately stood before her.
"You wanted me to see it, right? Take off the robe and show me now." Auntie Ouyang crossed her legs, a smile on her face as she admired the "pet" before her.
"Alright!" Zhao Chenyu showed no sign of caring about the humiliation he had just endured. His face wasn't flushed, his heart didn't race—aside from the dried saliva on his face and his reddened ears from being pinched, there was no change at all. I found it unbelievable.
The robe slipped off, and Zhao Chenyu stood naked before Auntie Ouyang.
"Ah—" Auntie Ouyang let out a soft gasp, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. But after a breath, she quickly regained her calm, composed demeanor.
"Not bad at all." Auntie Ouyang scanned Zhao Chenyu's naked body up and down, and I found myself doing the same.
It has to be said that this guy managed to get into N University through sports, and his well-built, muscular physique played a decisive role. His muscles were symmetrical and full, with a bronzed complexion that clearly indicated a strong, frequently exercised body. Whether out of nervousness or something else, his robust chest muscles and well-defined abs involuntarily twitched, exuding a strong aura of masculine hormones.
"Just not very tall, and not particularly handsome either—why is there so much hair on his legs!" Aunt Ouyang commented with a frown.
"But this thing of yours is really quite big—is it natural?" Aunt Ouyang's gaze lingered on Zhao Chenyu's crotch. There, a thick, sturdy black shaft was slightly erect. Even at this length, it was longer than mine when fully hard, and its diameter was also quite substantial, as if Zhao Chenyu had an extra baby's arm between his legs.
"This... how could it not be natural?" Zhao Chenyu shrank back timidly.
"Is it hard?" Aunt Ouyang ignored him and continued asking.
"A... little bit."
"What do you mean, a little bit?"
"Well, seeing you so sexy and beautiful, I want to get hard, but... I don't dare... I have to hold back." Zhao Chenyu stammered awkwardly.
"Huh? Ha! Hahaha!" Hearing this, Aunt Ouyang first looked surprised, then burst into loud laughter, laughing so hard I could barely hold back myself.
"Oh my! Oh my! You little servant, you're going to kill me with laughter!"
"Haha!" Aunt Ouyang seemed to have truly taken Zhao Chenyu as her servant.
Zhao Chenyu crossed his hands in front of him, not daring to say anything. His wretched and timid appearance was so embarrassing I couldn't bear to watch.
"Turn around! Turn around and let me see!" Aunt Ouyang stopped laughing, but her flushed face still held a charming smile.
Zhao Chenyu obediently turned around, his submissive demeanor exactly like that of a servant from ancient times. I really couldn't tell if he was acting or if it was real. If he was acting, he'd be perfect for becoming an actor in Hengdian. If it was real... haha, then I really couldn't hold back any longer.
"So much hair! Why is there hair everywhere!" Aunt Ouyang kicked Zhao Chenyu's firm buttocks with her feet, even teasingly spreading them apart to take a look, as if picking out a pet at a pet stall.
"This... I'm just like this." Zhao Chenyu replied softly.
"Just like this, huh? Just like this, right! Such a bastard, right! Hmph! You bastard servant!" Aunt Ouyang suddenly kicked Zhao Chenyu's buttocks with force, as powerful as a boxer pounding a training bag, venting her displeasure.
As for Zhao Chenyu, aside from stumbling forward from the initial unexpected kick, he didn't move again afterward.
"Whew, what? Really not getting angry? Or are you planning to hold it in and take revenge like a gentleman ten years later?" Aunt Ouyang gently stroked her heaving chest and spoke discontentedly to Zhao Chenyu.
"No, no," Zhao Chenyu turned around, his thick shaft and large testicles swinging left and right from the momentum. I noticed Aunt Ouyang's eyes following their movement.
"Yes... it's because, even though I don't know why you... President Ouyang, are doing this, you've always been very good to me. I feel... I feel you're someone who cares about your subordinates. You must have your own troubles. If kicking me a few times can make you feel better, then go ahead and kick as you please. I'm tough-skinned anyway, hehe... hehe." Zhao Chenyu scratched his head, speaking with a foolish, earnest expression.
"Hmph! You little rascal, your mouth isn't so clumsy after all." Aunt Ouyang snorted lightly, the disdain in her eyes melting into threads of tenderness. Zhao Chenyu grinned foolishly.
"Get over here! Lie down on the ground! Right here!" Aunt Ouyang commanded with a laugh, pointing at the floor beneath her with her foot.
"Yes, ma'am!" Zhao Chenyu truly acted like a servant, obediently complying, almost saying "As you command." Then he lay down at Aunt Ouyang's feet, like a human footrest.
"Your figure really is quite good!" Aunt Ouyang's feet rested on Zhao Chenyu's body, her soft soles gently rubbing against his chest and abdominal muscles, her toes lightly hooking and pinching his nipples.
"Hiss—" Zhao Chenyu let out a soft groan. Seeing his reaction, Aunt Ouyang's smile only deepened. Both of her delicate feet entangled with his nipples, pressing, kneading, and tugging, playing with them wantonly.
"Ah—" Zhao Chenyu's body trembled slightly, and he let out muffled groans as he tried to hold back.
"How does it feel, Little Yu?" Hearing the nickname Aunt Ouyang gave him, I almost burst out laughing. For Zhao Chenyu, he was just one step away.
But then, watching Aunt Ouyang excitedly toying with Zhao Chenyu, even though he was humbly trampled under her feet, she had never done such things with me. That is, such intimate actions were happening with a complete stranger. Thinking of this, sadness and displeasure welled up in my heart.
"It's... it's quite comfortable." Zhao Chenyu murmured softly.
"Your nipples feel that good, huh? You're actually enjoying it, you little brat, you wretched servant! How dare you secretly record me while I was masturbating! And now you're acting all timid. Should I say you're brave or cowardly?" Aunt Ouyang's delicate foot tapped his chin, as if shooing away a little dog wagging its tail for warmth.
Secretly recording? When? Aunt Ouyang masturbating? I felt even more questions swirling in my mind.
"Uh! As long as you're comfortable, Aunt Ouyang, I'll do anything! Anything!" Zhao Chenyu hurriedly expressed his loyalty.
"Is that so? Anything?" Aunt Ouyang released her foot. Her hands slowly and elegantly brushed through her dark, wavy hair, a few strands tenderly wrapping around her fingers. As her fingers gently slid past her small earlobes and her rose-red cheeks, they finally rested on the corner of Aunt Ouyang's lightly raised crimson lips, adding a seductive and alluring charm to her already enchanting demeanor.
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