Fragrant Colors in a Four-Dimensional Space: A Cute and Understanding Short Story by Little Fragrant Colors

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The world is vast and full of wonders. The beauty of the world is breathtaking. However, the *Tao Te Ching* says, "When everyone knows beauty as beauty, ugliness is already present." This shows what an ugly mindset one might have if they only knew beauty.
I was born into a warm little family in Jiangnan and grew up carefree. Time waits for no one, and before I knew it, I graduated from university. I also experienced the process of growing up, and I never expected to become more and more beautiful, the kawaii kind. My figure is also pretty good: 162 cm tall, 2.6-foot waist, C-cup. I still like to go for the cute look; my voice is sweet, maybe like the loli voice that anime fans talk about. Sometimes I like to hunch my shoulders… Everyone calls me Hanxiang (meaning "fragrant"), so of course my name has the character "xiang" (fragrant). Because I sometimes dress very casually, I don't like to wear a bra when I'm at home, preferring sundresses. I also like to sleep naked at night. So my little bunny has developed quite freely!
My hometown is a small town near a big city, with a small population. My dad is a high school Chinese teacher, and my mom runs a small clothing business in a shop downstairs. They don't make a fortune, but they can easily support a family of ten. I also have an older sister who's two years older than me. I've never had to worry about clothes growing up.
Whenever she says she's going with Mom to get new styles, I excitedly look forward to their return. That feeling of time dragging on isn't very pleasant; it's such a contradiction! When they finally come back,
I'm exceptionally diligent in helping organize the merchandise, mainly looking for clothes I particularly like. Of course, with my sister acting as Mom's advisor at the wholesalers, I'm sure I'll find something I like, hehe. After the shop closes at 8 pm, Mom pulls down and locks the iron gate from the outside, then enters through the back door and repeatedly reminds us not to stay out too late, to put the clothes back where we've tried them on, and to lock the back door securely when we go home. After we chased her away and complained about how old and talkative
Mom was, she left with the words, "You two little rascals, just wait till I get my hands on you!" and went upstairs to go home, closing the back door... There's a reason Mom calls us "little rascals"!
We used to go like this; the moment Mom closed the back door, my sister and I would go into "crazy" mode. We'd
find and start taking off our clothes, underwear, frantically putting them on and taking them off, half-naked, searching for our "favorites" in the store. We also wanted to try on some dresses we really liked, and eventually, because it was too much trouble, we didn't even wear shoes, running barefoot on the floor tiles... My sister's figure, while not as curvy as mine, is tall
with long, shapely legs, definitely going for a ladylike look. As for me, while running around, I could strongly feel my breasts bouncing up and down. If anyone saw us two sisters acting so wildly in the store, they'd definitely get a nosebleed, haha. I love fighting with my sister over who gets to look in the mirror, we've been doing it since we were little. It's always been a fun
activity, and comparing our looks is a regular part of our lives, neither of us willing to give in. Some clothes need a fuller figure to look good, and they also
look more alluring. I was wearing a tight, low-cut halter-neck mini dress, and my nipples were clearly visible. I stood in front of my sister to look in the mirror, provocatively saying, "We're from the same mother, how come there's such a big difference in our figures?"
My sister remained calm, saying nothing, and didn't move behind me. But I sensed she was angry. Just as I was about to run away, she grabbed my hair, then reached into my low-cut dress from behind and grabbed my breasts, kneading, pinching, and pulling them upwards from their cage
. She also pinched my nipples with her fingers, rubbing them back and forth. I felt a strange electric current spread through my spine and brain, a tingling sensation slowly replacing the pain. My mind went blank; I couldn't see or think of anything. This must be what it feels like to be floating on air. I gave up struggling and quietly enjoyed this inexplicable feeling, an indescribable comfort. I might have even made strange sounds like "hmm...hmm...hum..." My sister stopped attacking my nipples and started grasping my erect breasts,
pulling them back and forth. When I came to my senses, I saw my large, erect breasts and enlarged nipples in the mirror. My sensitive face was flushed, and I was panting heavily. At that moment, my heart was pounding like a deer's. I also saw that wicked smile on her face, which made me feel completely lost. My sister is always touching me inappropriately. When I ask her to help me wash my back during the bath, she insists on rubbing my breasts instead... She's really "ruthless" to me. Looking back now, I realize that her "massage" was actually a good deed, given how well my breasts developed.
But then, at a truly embarrassing moment, the back doorbell rang. The urgent ringing was maddening. I immediately broke free from my sister's clutches, and with a "rip," my clothes were torn by her hand. She screamed too; my dress was practically nonexistent. My protruding, white breasts were nowhere to be hidden. My sister quickly asked, "Who is it?" But there was no answer. I was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Then the lock clicked, and the back door opened. At that moment, I felt a throbbing and warm sensation in my lower body. I don't know if it was urine or something else, but it flowed down my thighs… My buttocks trembled with a tingling sensation. My bookish-looking father appeared before me, saying, "It's already ten o'clock, why aren't you upstairs? What's going on…" as he looked in my direction. At that moment, I frantically crossed one arm over my chest, not even sure if I'd covered my nipples. My other hand covered my genitals; the store's bright lights made the sheen of my thighs
clearly visible, and I felt a cool sensation down there. It was an instinctive reaction to cover myself. Little did I know this action would backfire, betraying my smooth thighs and the culprit behind that "smoothness"... I was determined to crawl into a hole in the floor, but I only saw a small stream of water at my feet, not the gap between the large floor tiles.
My father, completely flustered, didn't know what to say when he saw me like this. He blushed and turned to my sister, asking what had happened. She said, "We were trying on clothes when you suddenly walked in and startled us. I even tore her dress. It's all Dad's fault!" Dad didn't say anything more, just told us to go home quickly. "Wear more clothes," he said, "it's not this hot in the hallway outside." Hearing my father's subtle expression, I felt incredibly grateful and, too moved to speak, tears streamed down my face. My sister saw Dad off and ,
after closing the door, came over to get me a bra and the clothes I'd been wearing all day. She even used sanitary napkins to clean the fluid from my thighs and feet. But no matter how I put it on, the bra felt awkward and uncomfortable; it was probably too small, especially since I was still quite hot. My sister then brought me the black, wide-necked chiffon dress I'd won in the beauty contest. Even without a bra, it didn't feel uncomfortable and
was very cool and refreshing. I unconsciously went to the mirror to look at myself again, feeling even more beautiful and sexy than when I wore it before. The flush on my face lingered… Recalling the moment someone saw my "real" self, the pounding nervousness in my heart, the incoherent thoughts in my mind, and the strange, stimulating reaction in my lower body—it's all still vivid in my memory…
We tidied up the shop a bit, putting everything back in its place. We packed up our favorite items, one bag for each of us. Of course, I also put the dress that I'll remember for a lifetime, the one my sister had so cruelly tormented, into my bag. Finally, my sister turned off the shop lights and locked the back door. In a daze, I followed her upstairs, wondering what kind of verbal abuse I would hear from my mother when I got home.
What would my father say to my mother if he saw me in such a disheveled state? I knew I would get a severe scolding. Although my parents had never hit us, my father's insults were always subtle, while my mother's were foul-mouthed towards us, but never used foul language with customers—she was always a smiling tiger, eloquent and persuasive. Their use of foul language, whether clean or not, was a nightmare for us sisters, leaving me with lingering fear and a sense of unease. Therefore, I believe that in this world…

There is no absolute good or bad, beautiful or ugly. We should indeed abandon this binary way of thinking. It's like the yin-yang symbol, where everything is interconnected. All things in the world are inherently one.
The lights in the stairwell were motion-activated incandescent bulbs. It seemed that around the corner between the second and third floors,
as I was carrying a large bag upstairs, I suddenly bumped into something. I saw a thin, frail old man stagger and slowly sit down against the wall on the platform, his cane falling to the ground. This shock pulled me back to reality. I quickly turned around and knelt down in front of the old man, anxiously asking and checking on him
. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Wake up, wake up! Are you alright? Can you hear me?" My sister heard my voice and came downstairs, asking what had happened. I said I bumped into the old man while I was distracted… My sister said, “No wonder you didn’t hear me greet Grandpa Chen. He even made way for us! Hey, let’s check on Grandpa Chen!”
Just then, Grandpa Chen looked up and saw us, and his breathing became normal again. My sister and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Grandpa, are you alright?” my sister and I asked in unison. Grandpa said, “Oh, it was Xiangxiang… You’ve really grown up… You’re so strong! You almost knocked me over. But I’m fine now… I’m alright.” We were relieved. I said, “Grandpa Chen, can you get up now? Let us help you up.” We were about to help Grandpa up slowly together. Grandpa said his back hurt too, and
told us to take it slow. I squatted down and put Grandpa’s arm on my shoulder, and slowly stood up. I said, “I’ll help Grandpa; I’m strong.” My sister picked up her cane and watched Grandpa’s steps from behind. We slowly climbed the stairs. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I kept feeling like Grandpa Chen was glancing at my neckline every now and then, not at the stairs. I also realized that I needed to bend over a bit to help him, and with such a low neckline, he could practically see everything underneath. My face flushed red, and I just wanted to get to Grandpa Chen's fourth floor quickly and
end this awkward moment. But as is often the case, haste makes waste. Just as I was about to climb the next step, Grandpa Chen said, "Wait, my back hurts a little, slow down, slow down." I was quite helpless. So, with my face still red, I slowly helped him up to the fourth floor. After he unlocked the door and went inside, we quickly went down to the third floor and opened the door to go inside.
Mom was in the living room and was about to get angry when she saw my red face. She asked my sister why my face was so red, and my sister told me in detail about helping Grandpa Chen up the stairs. After hearing this, Mom said, "You child, why do you always get into trouble? Your father said
boys should be raised frugally and girls lavishly, and look what you've become! At least you have a sense of responsibility and didn't ask your sister to help you with Old Man Chen. That Old Man Chen used to be a powerful official, but now he's useless. Even his good son doesn't come back to see him; he's lucky if he comes once a month. His wife died early, and he's all alone in the big house;
he's very lonely. These young people nowadays don't know how to be filial when their parents are alive, but after they pass away, they come crying and making a scene, all for show." Crying doesn't necessarily mean she's secretly happy. Then there'll be a fight over the inheritance! If the old man's will isn't clear, they might even start yelling at him! You two, you should think about what I'm saying.
While the old man is still useful, your dad and I went to his house to give him gifts and help him settle things at the shop. Xiao Xiang, you're not a child anymore, go upstairs tomorrow to look after Grandpa Chen, make sure he doesn't suffer any lasting effects, and go to the hospital if needed. It's a small matter, but the favor is important.
I hesitated for a while, and my sister, sensing my hesitation, offered to come with me. I said okay and was about to go back to my room. Mom said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot to mention the important thing." I regretted it; I shouldn't have hesitated until she remembered. My hesitation was because I was waiting for her to tell me about my work at the shop; I didn't expect my sister to misunderstand. Mom continued, "You two are really something! I didn't open this shop to be a fitting room for you two young ladies."
"You two sisters kept trying on clothes without wearing bras or shoes, and you were playing around in the store, leaving your bras and shoes lying around! Your dad saw it all! You two little sluts,
just wait till I get my hands on you, you two who are always so vain!" My sister asked, "Dad said he saw anything else?" My mother said, "What else could he possibly see? If he saw anything else, I'd yell at him!" I silently praised my dad's wisdom! After all, he's my dad, it's not a big deal if he saw something. I just hoped he didn't see anything below, and I comforted myself...
That night, my sister and I were taking a shower together. I said, "What day is it today? Why am I so unlucky?" My sister said, "You better remember today. Every year on this day, you should stay in bed and never go out!" I looked at her in surprise:
"How can you stay in bed all day if you can't sleep?" My sister's expression was off; I felt like she'd let something slip. Her face flushed, and she fell silent. A long time passed,
and we were almost finished showering when my sister seemed to remember something and said to me, "Are you really going to see that Grandpa Chen tomorrow?" I said frankly, "Of course! Otherwise, Mom will scold me again, and I'll have nightmares." My sister said, "Listen to me. I've heard before that this old man Chen is quite lecherous. When he has nothing to do, he goes to the park next door to look at girls.
If he sees a girl with a good figure and pretty face, he follows her around saying very seductive things, often praising the little girl until she's all excited. What's worse, he'll go even further, asking the little girl to let him touch her breasts and buttocks, saying it's to help him assess their softness and elasticity, and he'll even provide dietary advice based on his knowledge of health preservation. He pretends to be all serious, like a kind old Chinese medicine doctor. I only found out today that he used to be a high-ranking official." I pondered my strategy for tomorrow for a while, then looked at my sister with suspicion. "How do you know so much about this?" My sister was momentarily speechless, then said, "I heard it from someone else, and it's very likely just hearsay." I said with relief,
"Since it's just a rumor, it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, we're neighbors. Even if he has the lustful thoughts, he doesn't have the guts or the strength to bully me, right? If he dares to lay a hand on me, I'll just bump into him again and make him cripple!" My sister burst out laughing when she heard what I said. I said, "What are you laughing at? You don't need to come with me tomorrow. Watch how I deal with him!"
After showering, we wrapped ourselves in towels and went back to our respective rooms. In bed, I tossed and turned, recalling the events of the day: being teased by my sister in the shop, my father seeing my nakedness, and that inexplicable flutter in my heart. That feeling sent shivers down my spine.
My body felt strangely hot. Thinking about the techniques my sister had used on me, my hands unconsciously mimicked them, kneading my tender breasts. My snow-white breasts immediately perked up, standing erect on my chest like small mountains. Rubbing my pink nipples, they slowly hardened and became even more sensitive. Drawing circles around my nipples sent electric, tingling sensations shooting through my brain. I thought to myself, "Stop it," but my little hands just couldn't stop. Reason was ultimately swayed by this pleasurable sensation. Desire conquered me
. It seems human desires are truly hard to overcome; human desires are insatiable and ever-expanding. For someone like me who has never tasted the forbidden fruit, desire easily and pleasantly invaded my body. Then, my mind wandered and I touched my clitoris, rubbing it up and down with my middle finger. I found it unusually smooth; it was already a vast expanse of moisture. The pleasure was indescribable; this is what we girls call our little honey, hehe. I also thought about Grandpa Chen's fearless spying on me in the hallway, which meant that the rumors my sister had mentioned might not be just rumors,
and that I would have to show off tomorrow by visiting Grandpa Chen myself. This tension gave me a great thrill. It gave me the same excitement as that "orgasm" I had that afternoon. My lower body felt warm, accompanied by a sense of pressure, and the muscles in my lower body became tense. A strange heat surged from the soles of my feet to my head, and then my clitoris felt like it was about to burst.
My hands and feet were numb. I remained immersed in that wonderful feeling for a long, long time…
When I woke up, it was already late morning. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and onto my bottom. It was warm and comfortable. Looks like I should get up; it's almost ten o'clock. I wondered if anyone was home, so I went to open the door naked, poked my head out, and called out, “Sister… Dad…” Apparently, no one was home, because I was sure Mom would be at the shop!
So, the house was my domain now, haha. Running around naked in the house wasn't bad at all. Next was a shower. Even now, after last night's DIY, I could still feel the stickiness in my groin area. A quick rinse in the morning is usually enough. I used the showerhead to wash my whole body, but my lower body needed extra attention—I rinsed it longer to get rid of the stickiness! Hehe. Every time I sprayed on my clitoris, the little bean above it sent me a happy message. It seems it's indeed sensitive, so I'll take extra care of it and give myself a delightful morning.
After washing up, I saw bread, organic milk, and a note in the dining room. It read: "Go upstairs after you finish eating. Don't forget!" Thinking about meeting Grandpa Chen today made me inexplicably nervous. When choosing clothes, I felt it was best to dress conservatively, so I wore a t-shirt over my bra and tight jeans. Thinking I only needed to go upstairs, I didn't need to choose shoes, so I wore cute slippers without socks. With a nervous heart, I rang Grandpa Chen's doorbell.
A long time passed, and I thought Grandpa Chen wasn't home. Just as I was about to happily go downstairs, Grandpa Chen's door clicked open. Grandpa Chen opened the door blankly, but when he saw it was me knocking, his eyes lit up, and he asked with renewed energy, "Oh, it's Xiangxiang! What brings you here?" I politely replied
, "Yesterday, because of my mistake, you tripped and fell. So I came to check on you today." Grandpa Chen blinked a few times. Suddenly he said, "I'm alright, I'm glad you're here. I'm fine, just a little sore back, that's why I was so slow to open the door. Come on in..." I knew I couldn't avoid him, so I steeled myself and stormed in. Let's see what he dares to do now.
Inside, cabinets displayed antique-looking porcelain, all covered in a layer of dust. He asked me to follow him into the bedroom. Seeing my hesitation, he said, "It's alright, I can't do anything to you. I'm just feeling cold and want to lie in bed to straighten my back,
otherwise it will hurt a lot." I thought he was right, nothing to be afraid of, so I went into the bedroom and sat down on the sofa chair by the bed. Grandpa Chen turned off the air conditioner, saying he'd go outside to open the door, as it was cold in bed. I didn't say anything; I'd go along with his wishes. Grandpa Chen then started chatting with me, recounting his supposedly "glorious deeds."
This gave me a glimpse into their cunning, their shrewdness, their sophistry, and so on. After listening for a while, I felt uneasy and started sweating. Grandpa Chen, seeing my restlessness, said, "Don't feel guilty about yesterday's little incident. It's alright. Look at me, this back pain is an old person's ailment; it flares up even when I'm not feeling well." His words warmed my heart and made me relax a lot. However, I also felt the stuffiness of my clothes and regretted wearing such heavy clothing.
Seeing my predicament, Grandpa Chen casually remarked, "Wearing long pants in this heat? Aren't you afraid of heatstroke? Haha." Wearing jeans and sitting on this sofa was indeed a bit low, so I stretched my legs out and put my feet on the edge of the bed. Grandpa Chen's bed wasn't high either; he could see my feet clearly from the headboard. He made
two smacking noises and said, "Look at these little jade feet, so round and cute, skin like solidified cream, delicate and smooth, the instep white and translucent, beautiful! Beautiful! Even three-inch golden lotuses can't compare to you! Growing up like this naturally, it's not easy! If I could have a bite, my life would be complete..." The last sentence startled me, and I quickly pulled my foot back. "Just kidding, haha,
how could I bear to eat it? I can't get enough of looking at it. If I could lick it, that would be nice too. Haha." Hearing this, I felt something was wrong, and my body heated up a bit more. I remembered how my feet had been licked by a puppy I had for a while, and that itchy feeling had always lingered in my mind. Thinking of this, a blush appeared on my face again. Grandpa Chen, as if reading my mind, said, "Come on, stretch out your paw and shake my hand!" He then placed his hand beside my foot without saying a word. I found it ridiculous, and while saying "Tell me to stop talking nonsense," I tried to kick his hand,
but he immediately grabbed my ankle and started playing with it. I had tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the bait, and I regretted it and tried to break free. But I couldn't. He handled my feet like porcelain, stroking them with both hands, sometimes rubbing the instep with his rough hands, sometimes tickling the soles with his fingers, and sometimes pinching my toes. Seeing that I wasn't resisting much, he slowly inserted his index finger between my toes, gently rubbing deep into the spaces between them. This movement sent a strong electric current through my feet, rushing straight to my brain, and I let out a comfortable groan…
Seeing me like this, Grandpa Chen, seizing the opportunity, said, “This is also a type of foot massage. Your reaction is normal, there’s nothing to be shy about. It’s best to relax your body and not feel too restricted. Take off your tight clothes and jeans; that will enhance the effect.
” I thought to myself, “You make it sound so righteous, but you just want to see my body, huh? I’ll make sure you don’t get your way!” Although my face was burning red, I still maintained my composure! Seeing that I didn’t react, Grandpa Chen continued his caresses. I’ll see how long you can keep playing with my feet. Once you’re tired, you should go to sleep, and then I can be free!
Haha. Just as my mind was wandering, I felt a wetness on my toes. He had put his head in my mouth, catching me completely off guard. I exclaimed, "You're really licking me! It's dirty... Ah... um..." He was indeed sucking on my toes like he was licking a pig's trotter, sometimes sucking with his mouth, sometimes exploring the spaces between my toes with his tongue... I never imagined my toes were so sensitive. This stimulation was comparable to the feeling of rubbing my clitoris, with a strange, ticklish sensation. It felt even better than being licked by a dog. Experience

is the best teacher, haha, even I think the analogy is too apt! And, unwittingly, a warm current flowed through my lower body. It seemed I was really getting aroused... With each lick of the crevice, I unconsciously let out a moan. Seeing that I was already like this, the old man began to urge me to relax so I could enjoy the full pleasure. He even said, "Xiangxiang, I've seen your breasts before. Such high, round, snow-white breasts, it's such a waste to stuff them into a bra, don't you think?" I thought to myself, if this were my home,
would I need your advice? But considering how hard he was trying to please my feet, I'll just take them off. The room was unbearably hot anyway, so I'm doing this for myself and for him. A win-win situation, I guess, haha. In my dazed state, I had no excuse to refuse. I slowly pulled my feet back and slowly stood up from the sofa. The lecherous old man, seeing my action, started grinning from ear to ear, praising me for being clever and sensible. I was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so I turned around and slowly took off my t-shirt and jeans.
He saw my smooth, white back and round, upturned buttocks, and sneered. He kept praising me with classical Chinese and classical poems, all sour and jealous phrases like "this and that are inferior to me." But I was still quite pleased to hear it. It seems the old saying, "Flattery will get you everywhere," truly holds true. This must be a skill the lecherous old man honed his whole life. Now
only wearing a bra and panties, I slowly turned around, revealing myself in a bikini to the old man. But the old man wasn't satisfied. He said, "Little fairy, continue. Don't you think it's a waste to have two tattered pieces of cloth hanging on such a perfect body?" I smiled helplessly, that feeling of shame again, the feeling of being about to be seen naked by a man. This feeling made my heart pound uncontrollably.
I turned my back again, awkwardly trying to unhook the back straps, but I just couldn't. Maybe it was because I was so excited. Just then, the old man saw my movements and said, "Come on, little Xiangxiang, let Grandpa help you. It's just a small favor for a junior, I can do it!" Right now, I just want to describe him as "filthy"! But hearing what he said excited me. I even wondered if I was an exhibitionist. I sat on the edge of the bed,
waiting for his "small favor"... Unexpectedly, he skillfully unhooked my bra with just one hand. The straps sprang open, and I felt a release in my chest. He then quickly reached into the bra and grabbed a handful of my breasts.
I jumped up, turned around, and looked at him. He slowly put the fingers of that hand in his mouth and licked them. I never expected that such a lewd action would send a jolt of electricity through the back of my head. I glared at him, then turned around and slowly pulled down my underwear, covering my breasts with my arm. My bra slowly slipped off my other arm, accompanied by a hissing sound behind me. I heard someone say, "So beautiful."
Then I covered my genitals with my hand and slowly turned around, afraid my private parts would be exposed. Even though I was completely naked, I was still worried—it showed how conflicted I was!
The old man stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open, trembling as if he couldn't say anything. Seeing his dazed expression
made me feel uneasy, unsure whether to sit or stand. I could feel my face burning even more with embarrassment. Just as I was wondering what to do, the old man snapped out of his daze and hissed twice. He said, "Xiangxiang, come here quickly. Let Grandpa admire your skin, your figure, and your adorable, blushing little face.
My goodness, none of the antiques in this room can compare to you." I retorted excitedly, "You're so annoying! Why are you comparing me to porcelain? Are they as cute as me? Your porcelain is covered in dust. Am I that dirty? You dirty old man, don't you know how to clean yourself? My feet are cleaner than your mouth! You're taking advantage of me and acting innocent! Shameless! Humph..."
Seeing my angry expression, the old man leered and replied, "Good girl, you're even cuter this way! I don't even look at the dust on my porcelain. But the sweat on your feet tastes so sweet to me. Haha..." Seeing me even more ashamed, he slowly reached out and pulled the arm that was covering my lower body, gently leading me to the bed... Outside,

the sun was shining brightly, and waves of sunlight streamed into the room. I couldn't tell if it was the stuffy indoor temperature or the heat in my body that made me feel hot. I hesitated, sitting on the bed, and asked, "It's almost noon, aren't you going to eat lunch?" Actually, I was thinking of backing out and
ending this absurd situation. The old man said in surprise, "Aren't we about to eat?" I playfully scolded him and was about to stand up. The old man grabbed my hand and said, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously. The housekeeper has something to do at home and won't be back until the day after tomorrow. When I came back after seeing her off last night, I was bumped in the waist by Qingchun
, which is really my good fortune! Haha... I'm home alone, and I ate late this morning, so I'm not hungry now. If I were hungry, I would order takeout. I'm just a little thirsty now. Could you get me the teacup on the round table by the sofa? I need to quench my thirst; it was a little salty earlier..." I glared at him, who was still stubborn, and got up from the bed to get the teacup for him. My movements became more natural, probably because I was used to being at home and I wasn't so nervous talking to him. He took the teacup I handed him, glanced at my chest, and slowly began to drink…
After finishing, he made me put the cup back. He leaned against the headboard, watching my every move. He patted the spot next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. He said, “Come, come here. Let me massage your breasts. You can lean against me.” Curious to see what else he had up his sleeve,
I obediently leaned into his arms. His large, rough hands, with their large knuckles, cradled my soft breasts, which felt like water-filled balloons. He made a hissing sound, which felt strange to me… His hands kneaded and squeezed my breasts like dough, making my nipples itch. I half-opened my hazy eyes, enjoying the pleasure my breasts were giving me.
After a while, I could feel my soft breasts slowly growing larger, swelling, and firming in his clutches. Waves of pleasure washed over me, making me completely blind. I was yearning for something, feeling a sense of disharmony. He touched my nipple with the tip of his index finger, then circled it over my peach-pink areola. I finally understood what that longing was—the comfort and care of reaching the peak. That familiar current surged deep within me, and amidst my irregular breathing, I felt pressure
in my lower body , a sudden surge of warmth threatening to burst forth. I simultaneously tightened my thighs, trying not to lose control. Completely oblivious to my surroundings, I made clear, audible moans: "Mmm... Hmm... Hmm... Ah... Mmm..." Amidst the rising and falling breaths, the old man heard the sounds of a child moaning with excitement. He must have felt a strange encouragement, intensifying his "brutality" on my breasts... This made me even more unable to resist, unable to stop the surge of intense pleasure.
I covered my lower body with my hand, hoping the old man hadn't seen my reaction. In the blink of an eye, my hands couldn't stop it; streams of clear fluid overflowed from my palms,
slowly flowing down my inner thighs… This sight further stimulated the old man's eyes. He gently laid me on the bed, then got up and came to my crotch, his head licking my
inner . I could even hear him making slurping, gurgling sounds, like he was drinking soup. This made me even more immersed in the climax, unable to extricate myself. He tried to pry my hands away from my private parts, but I resisted with the last shred of reason, thinking to myself that I absolutely couldn't let him touch my little sister! I squeezed my thighs together, and in doing so, I also trapped his head inside.
He cried out, "Ouch, stop squeezing! It hurts! I'm sorry, I won't force myself anymore. Just give me this sweet saliva, okay? Don't waste it!" Hearing his pleading, I softened. After all, I was still caught in the throes of orgasm, so I slowly said, "Okay, as long as you don't touch my little sister, you can do whatever you want with the fluid she produces. I'm warning you,
if you touch her even once, I'm done!" The old man heard how firm I was and didn't dare to move. Mainly, I thought that if I let her attack my little sister again, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist the temptation, and things would get out of hand. After all, girls are very concerned about their first time... I moved my hand away, letting the trickle of fluid flow
down my vulva. The old man saw my swollen mons pubis and plump labia, the pink little opening opening and closing with fluid, and he swallowed hard. He wanted me to lift my buttocks and lie face down, saying that this would allow me to better savor this "exquisite sweet tea." I said okay, as long as you don't touch my sister! I then assumed a position that even I found embarrassing. He moved between my legs and licked the wetness of my thighs, licking very carefully and attentively. I felt a warm sensation and continued to immerse myself in this pleasurable excitement… After a while
, I was suddenly struck by a strange, intense electric current in my buttocks, and I collapsed onto the bed, or rather, onto my anus. I asked, "What are you doing?" He said, "Your fluids are all gone,
and I've cleaned you up. I saw that your anus is small and pretty, so I just wanted to taste it!" I said, "Ugh, it's so dirty! Don't do that!" He replied, "I'm not doing anything inappropriate. Licking the anus is a kind of massage. Didn't you feel good?" I recalled the feeling from before, and it did seem quite comfortable. I silently and slowly lifted my buttocks…
Let him enjoy it. He was greatly encouraged, lowering his head to slowly lick my buttocks around my eyes. I could feel his tongue slowly moving towards the center, hitting the spot right in the heart... At this moment, I felt a piercing tingling sensation. My spine tingled, spreading to my head, a feeling of both ecstasy and agony. It was an unbearable itch. It was truly an unparalleled feeling, different from the sensation of nipples and clitoris.
He licked, sucked, and drilled. It was even more pleasurable than the feeling of defecating. I was truly impressed by this old man, he was so skilled! My little sister felt aroused again, and I poured tea for the lecherous old man

. He finished my little sister's "tea" and said he needed to rest for a while and go to the toilet, probably because he had drunk too much tea. After hearing this, I reached out and hit him, but I was too weak to hit him, so it felt like caressing. Speechless... I lay on the bed to rest and saw the clock on the wall.
It was already afternoon. Time flies! Looking at myself on the bed, I suddenly remembered my sister's words and understood why I could stay in bed all day. Just then, the old man came out of the bathroom and
saw me, beautiful as a flower, on the bed. He said he had to capture this beautiful moment. I wondered what he was planning. He said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to find the big camera a friend gave me. I'll take a couple of artistic photos of you, to preserve this beautiful moment of youth." I was about to refuse when he went out to find the camera. I thought to myself, "This won't do. I've taken nude photos of myself before, without showing my face, for online friends. Those are people I'll never meet. As long as my face isn't shown, they can look at my body all they want, let them be envious." But this old man is
my neighbor, someone I see all the time. Even if I don't show my face, there's still the risk of my family seeing my familiar body. Thinking of this, I quickly put on my increasingly tight clothes. When he came back,
I was already dressed and ready to go. I casually said, "Seeing you so well today, full of energy and vitality, put me at ease. It's getting late, I should go home for dinner." Seeing that I was determined, the old man didn't press me further. He even asked if I was coming tomorrow. I quickly replied, "We'll see," and put on my slippers to go downstairs.
Before dinner that evening, my mother asked about my day, whether I had gone to Grandpa Chen's house. I said I had. She assured me he was fine and everyone could rest assured. My mother seemed a little skeptical. After dinner, my father said it would be best to call and check personally, so he dialed Grandpa Chen's number on speakerphone so the whole family could hear. I had never felt so apprehensive before.
Grandpa Chen answered the phone: "Hello, who is it?" Dad said, "It's Xiangxiang's dad. Did she come to your house to take care of you today?" "Oh, Xiangxiang's dad? Haha, she came this morning. She chatted with me the whole time,
very polite. You've raised her very well. She even made my bed and made me several pots of 'fragrant tea'! It smelled so good, haha, it still tastes delicious when I think about it now. Oh, and the 'chrysanthemum tea' she made was also very good! Don't worry, Xiangxiang respects the elderly and loves the young, you're so lucky. Haha..." He laughed on
the other end , and I was blushing. My whole family thought I was just easily flattered. He even wanted me to come to his house tomorrow, saying he wanted to give such a kind young man a gift. Dad changed the subject, saying that his good health was the best gift for us neighbors. Thinking of his words, I silently muttered to myself, "This old man is so shrewd, and he calls himself a gift of youth. He can make someone so angry just by making a phone call."
After hanging up the phone, Dad asked if I wanted to go tomorrow. I said, "Since the old man is so clever... I'm just glad he's alright. I heard we have to bring gifts and stuff, so it's optional." I'll think about it tomorrow. That's all for today; I'll wash up and go to bed soon. I only heard Mom say, "This little one seems to be getting more sensible."
Hmm! Thinking about my behavior today, I don't know if it was good or bad. The old man got what he wanted through humor, and I also learned a lesson, experiencing what it's like to be a girl. I will take better care of myself in the future. There's no such thing as beauty or ugliness, only good and evil. I also hope the old man can be as energetic as he is today. Wishing him health and longevity.
The next morning, I inexplicably sneezed and woke up, my mind still hazy, with images from yesterday flashing through my mind. It felt like I had a wet dream... I opened my eyes, looked at the ceiling, and saw the sun shining through the gaps in my curtains, shining on my bottom...
By the way: I spent two and a half days of my free time... This article is written in plain language, and my writing style is not good. It's just a record of my experiences from memory, hoping everyone can enjoy it. I also spent some time on the Sex Bar forum. It's well-managed and gives a very harmonious feeling. The sections are also well-organized and
refreshing. I've seen many genuine friends quietly posting and updating, serving the general public. So, I, too, will contribute my own energy. This is how I first heard about the Sex Bar forum: a friend was reading "Men's Health" magazine. He found that the editors in the book had a list of forums they liked, including the familiar Sex Bar homepage, which was censored. After asking around, I secretly logged in myself.
I hope everyone likes it, so please give it a thumbs up. I will write more articles based on the feedback. For now, I'll call it "Fragrant Colors in the Four-Dimensional Space: Entering the Dust." Hehe
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