[Desperate Imprisonment] Episode 14: Delay as Long as Possible

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Chapter 14 of *Desperate Imprisonment*
: Delaying as Long as Possible
I was still wearing the large, snow-white bath towel that belonged to Lulu, lazily half-lying on Lulu's small
bed, my head resting on Lulu's light blue pillow. My eyelids were drooping, and even the military dagger was carelessly placed on the bedside
table. I knew this was a bit lax, a bit dangerous, but I also felt like it was a
psychological test of "where the boundaries are." In terms of reach, Lulu was temporarily out of my
"control," at least a dozen meters away. She had at least some chance to rush
to the front door, open it, call for help, shout, or even escape. But… at this point, I was quite confident; after
most of the night of intimidation, torment, and lewd play, after most of the night of mental battles with me, plus
the eleven-year-old trapped in the room, I had anticipated that Lulu had lost
the courage to escape directly.
Coming back... meant being subjected to my continued debauchery and abuse, forced to shamefully "sleep" with me, constantly in
danger of losing her virginity, being raped, and humiliated. But she had no choice.
Sure enough, I could faintly hear the two whispering voices from Xiao Ai's room, and even
a hint of sobbing; after a while, the light in Xiao Ai's room was turned off. Through the slightly ajar door, I saw
Lulu walk out of Xiao Ai's room, close the door behind her, even seeming to fasten the latch,
then glance back in my direction, hesitate for a moment, and finally obediently return... This was
once her warm, pure, private, and safe little world, with her bed, desk, live-streaming camera, and wardrobe;
now, it lay openly occupied by a man who had ravaged her for most of the night.
Lulu tiptoed in, avoiding eye contact with me. She looked embarrassed, tired, and ashamed,
wearing the exquisite "Hello" lingerie set over a white nightgown. Because
the nightgown was thin, the outline of the lingerie was clearly visible, very alluring, yet she
looked at me timidly… leaving me to my mercy.
She was clearly tired; her eyelids were drooping, but she probably knew… that
the dream of escaping pain wouldn't come so easily, and that some shameful things awaited her.
I beckoned her closer.
"All settled?"
"Yes."
"Is the little girl… good?" I didn't really know what I wanted to ask.
Lulu was startled and quickly explained, "Be good! Be good! I told her not to do anything reckless,
to go to sleep properly, that we were just chatting... I've already coaxed her to sleep. My sister usually follows Xiao Ai's habit of
going to bed before nine o'clock, but today it's already past eleven... She's also been tied up and it hurts. Children are actually
tired, and she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow... No, it's okay."
I smiled inwardly. I knew Lulu was repeatedly trying to convince me that Xiao Ai posed no
threat to me.
Actually, I didn't think so. Although that mixed-race little girl was only eleven years old, her eyes... were somewhat
bright. From a certain perspective, I felt that dealing with her was more difficult than dealing with Lulu. Of course, this
was also because deep down, I always felt that Lulu had wronged me.
It was all justified for me to torment, abuse, and lewdly play with Lulu; it was all about reclaiming what was rightfully mine. But Xiao Ai... had no
connection or grudge with me. I just felt a little guilty towards an eleven-year-old.
However… I was also incredibly sleepy and tired, and somewhat intoxicated by the soft, warm scent of Lulu's bed, pillow, and blankets. I was
a little dazed,
and I couldn't be bothered to think about threats, guilt, or even the possible "mischief" with the little girl next door.
What did it matter? What could I possibly fear? What could I possibly gain? What could I possibly lose? This
crazy night was nearing midnight. Even if the police arrested me right now, even if I
jumped off the building right now to end my life… I didn't think it was anything less than worth it.
Yes, it's a little different from my initial frenzied imagination. I haven't broken Lulu's hymen or taken her
virginity yet. Physiologically, my semen hasn't completely defiled Lulu's uterus, making me her indelible
first man. But tonight, the various pleasures and incredible lewd enjoyment I experienced
, the repeated, unrestrained releases, and the sexual games played with such a pure, gentle, youthful, vibrant, and,
most importantly, beautiful and charming seventeen-year-old high school girl from a key provincial high school—the physical
and spiritual enjoyment, the repeated, thorough defilement and lewd playing with her body, enjoying her despair, pain, humiliation
, and the struggle of having to submit and offer up her most precious girlish body—I watched her undress, watched
her put on her clothes, even spies on her underwear drawer, especially that crazy, lewd, yet
somewhat perversely romantic bath with Lulu just now. What more could I ask for?
If I were to live my life in such an ordinary way, I know I would never have the chance to experience these things
… I would only marry a woman of average figure and appearance, who would most likely not be a virgin.
We would pretend to enjoy making love on a cheap Simmons mattress, we might shower together, and she might
wear some sexy lingerie to give me pleasure, but… I wasn't sure in the past, but now I know that
nothing will be as perfect as tonight. No, there won't be that alluring girlish scent,
the shameful tears that bring a man such wonderful pleasure, those cute and delicate lingerie, the high-end shower head I wouldn't use
, the foaming body wash with the scent of milk and jasmine, the long-pile towels with a captivating fragrance
… And there won't be a pink little room next door, won't be a
breathtakingly beautiful mixed-race little girl who already makes me have some wicked fantasies, and in the master bedroom next door
… there won't be the vague image of a strong single mother haunting my mind.
What would I get? What did I lose? I gained things I never deserved in my life.
Although I only tasted it for one night, only glimpsed a corner, and in such a perverse way, what will I lose
? My entire life?
Is it worth it? Or not?
I was somewhat distracted, even vaguely feeling a piercing pain... Even Lulu noticed,
seemingly glancing at me furtively, then turning back to look again.
"Take off... your skirt, take off your bra... then come here, lie down, be good, and
sleep with your Stone Brother... Stop crying, come on... I'm tired too... I won't rape you... just sleep." I
snapped back to reality. This time, I didn't even bother pretending to be fierce, just calmly commanding in a matter-of-fact tone,
pointing to the bedsheet next to me.
Lulu had long since lost the courage to bargain with me. Perhaps she was even genuinely grateful that I had let
her go to untie and settle Xiao Ai, and she didn't want me to bring up the topic of "whether Xiao Ai was settled" again. Besides,
I seemed to have given her the assurance of "not raping you." This time, she actually nodded obediently right away.
Although she was still very embarrassed and embarrassed, having to take off her clothes and be naked in front of me again, her little face turned red. But this
wasn't the first time she had taken off her underwear in front of me, so she didn't struggle for too long. Her movements were
a little slow and a little evasive, but she still managed to lift the straps of her nightgown, raise her arms, and pull the thin nightgown
off her head, revealing her naked body wearing only a set of close-fitting "Hello" cartoon girl underwear. The fine pink and
white fabric barely covered her breasts and vulva, leaving her in a three-point nude state. After a night of frenzy and three
ejaculations, I finally had a little more leeway and could appreciate the act of voyeurism more, instead of going
crazy at the sight of a young girl's body... To be honest, sometimes,
a girl wearing close-fitting, innocent lingerie is more alluring than a naked girl. Those
tight-fitting panties and bras, full of cuteness, innocence, and student charm, are more of a backdrop and a depiction than a cover-up
. I've already enjoyed Lulu's breasts several times tonight, and now, encased in her strapless bra, they appear
even softer and more elastic. Seeing the cups bulge out, I can feel the youthful energy.
And Lulu's plump, delicate vulva, wrapped in the narrow pinkish-white cotton fabric, looks even more fleshy, outlining
a beautiful "camel's toe."
However, I had ordered Lulu to take off her bra too, so Lulu shyly closed her eyes,
reached over, and obediently unhooked her bra, snapping it open
and exposing her breasts once more. She then covered her chest and set the bra aside
… Poor thing, this little bit of clothing only covered Lulu for five or six minutes, just to
deceive herself and Xiao Ai into thinking she was
talking to this uncle… And now, she's already taking off her nightgown and bra, revealing her full
breasts and pink nipples. Even wearing a pair of "hello" panties barely covering her bottom and plump
labia isn't about modesty, but about stimulation—to "sleep with me," for my lewd
pleasure.
Lulu climbed shakily onto the bed, not daring to look at me or cover her nipples. She gritted her teeth,
turned to lie on her side beside me, her body curled up slightly like a kitten… I had never slept with a girl like this before. This 　　was completely different from
having sex in a hair salon , where the women just wanted you to finish quickly. But a girl like this… 　　lying next to you, a seventeen-year-old high school girl, a pure virgin, a beautiful and charming 　　girl who absolutely didn't belong to your social class, who hated you, feared you, loathed you, yet had no choice but 　　to lie with you in this most intimate, most lewd naked way… 　　I gently pulled Lulu's arm… Lulu, of course, didn't dare resist, so she shifted closer to my 　　body. 　　"Damn… are we really just going to lie here like this?" I murmured, already dazed and tired. 　　"…?" Lulu secretly glanced at me, seemingly asking what I should do. 　　I pulled Lulu's soft, warm hand and placed it on my crotch... This time, she didn't flinch 　　, nor did I need to scold or lecture her; instead, she took the initiative... and grasped my semi-erect penis. 　　"Rub it a little, just a little lightly..." I commanded casually, yet with a sense of superiority, 　　a feeling of commanding a sex slave. 　　"Mmm..." Lulu responded softly, using her hand to caress my penis. In tonight's lewd play, 　　this was nothing new; she obediently began to stroke it, indeed very gently, very tenderly... 　　"Use your breasts, use your nipples... rub them against me..." 　　"Mmm..." Even with such an even more lewd command, Lulu didn't resist. She trembled and pressed 　　closer to my body, gently rubbing my ribcage with her soft breasts and tender nipples 　　... but ultimately shy, she only moved within a small area, unwilling to touch other areas. 　　"Yes...like that...one more...kiss me...yes...like that...slower... 　　let's talk some more...once I'm comfortable...I might fall asleep..." 　　"Mmm..." 　　"Once I'm asleep...if you have the guts...you can kill me...or run away with your niece 　　..." My voice grew increasingly hollow, as if it came from a dream. 　　Actually, I couldn't tell if it was genuine or not...of course, I was being sarcastic and testing Lulu 　　, but I was really tired. If Lulu had enough guts, while I was half-asleep, she could pick up 　　the military dagger on the bedside table and stab me...end it all, maybe it would be a relief for me too. 　　But Lulu didn't dare to think that way. Her voice was very soft, filled with bitterness and sobs, but she also whispered 　　under my ribs, like a little pet pleading: 　　"No...Lulu wouldn't dare. It's a promise...tonight...Lulu will let Brother Stone...play with her body."

"It's already...it's already like this...playing all sorts of things...playing however you want...Brother Stone didn't hurt Lulu, and
didn't hurt anyone else...Brother Stone, go home tomorrow...I won't do anything, I won't call the police, and I
won't tell anyone...I won't..."
Lulu's voice grew softer and softer. Perhaps...even she herself realized that her confession was weak and unconvincing,
but I didn't care.
I really started to close my eyes, enjoying it, enjoying it...a girl, and a
pure seventeen-year-old high school girl with such a figure and appearance, sleeping with me, rubbing her tender and precious breasts against me,
stroking my penis with her warm and delicate palms. Shouldn't I forget everything and just enjoy it?
My hand circled Lulu's body, resting on her buttocks, covered only by her "hello" thong
. Through the fine fabric, I gently stroked, felt, pinched, and even teased her cleft
... Then, I slipped my hand under the elastic band of the thong, letting it encase my palm
, stroking, feeling, pinching, and even teasing her bare buttocks...
At least for now, although the lust was still so abundant, the pleasure so overwhelming, and the temptation so intense
... I was enjoying this pleasure that teetered on the edge of coercive play and romantic companionship. At least for now
... I had no intention of penetrating Lulu's body again.
Weariness grew heavier, and my vision began to blur.
It seemed that, deep within me, there was an inexplicable sorrow... even a touch of despair
.
Why? Shouldn't sorrow, shouldn't despair be the feeling of Lulu, whom I had humiliated to this state
?
I glimpsed a beauty that wasn't mine… I even tasted a beauty that wasn't mine. This taste,
overflowing with fragrance, made me truly feel that such beauty existed in this world. Lifting a corner of it
intoxicated me… yet it also reminded me: I don't deserve it, I never possessed it, and I will never possess
it again…
It's like giving a destitute nobody a few dozen days of true aristocratic life, then
kicking him back to his original world. For him, is it an extra enjoyment? Or true despair?
Someone like me… is my life worthwhile, or worthless? Someone like me… has I truly lived
, or have I never truly lived at all?
…
I shuddered, jolted awake from my somewhat dazed state. Although I felt a little lost
, I didn't want to actually fall asleep like this, risking Lulu running away, calling the police, or even harming me…
I shook my head slightly, trying to regain some rationality from my drowsiness.
But I immediately realized: the breasts that had been rubbing against me had now gently pressed against me, motionless
; the small hand that should have been caressing me was now softly resting on my testicles… The girl beside me
was breathing softly and evenly.
…
Lulu had actually fallen asleep before me?
I gently moved my body away… Lulu's body, without support, slumped even more limply onto the sheets… This posture
and movement were hard to fake; she had really fallen asleep… Wearing only underwear, her trembling breasts exposed, tear stains still on her face, but 　　the fresh scent of shower gel still lingered
on her body . 　　That's true... Although the person sleeping next to me was an evil rapist, Lulu had been tortured and played with by me 　　all night, and her physical strength was probably at its limit. She finally 　　collapsed from exhaustion after lying on her side for a short while. On the other hand, after all I'd done to her... I suspect that deep down, Lulu 　　didn't really care about being raped or having her hymen broken. What was there for her to be wary of 　　? Besides, what good would it do to be wary? 　　I gently moved my body away... Looking at Lulu's naked body, the little beauty wearing only a small pair of panties, 　　was still incredibly sexy and beautiful. Her delicate features, alluring curves, fair skin, long legs, 　　cute feet, full breasts, rosy nipples, round buttocks, and tender vulva... the only 　　thing remaining on her body, the "hello" panties, only added to her sexiness. Lulu's buttocks were truly beautiful. 　　And then there was… that defenseless, unguarded sleeping posture… tightly closed eyelids, 　　tear stains still lingering on her cheeks, her breasts trembling with each breath… I 　　almost felt a surge of lust again, my penis becoming active once more, an urge to seize the opportunity, to plunge in 　　and end this girl's virginity—which was essentially only physiological—in her sleep. 　　But I didn't… I slowly sat up, slightly stretching my neck. Lulu's breathing grew heavier 　　… 　　I sat on the edge of Lulu's bed, trying to gather the buzzing, chaotic thoughts in my mind 　　and seriously consider the practical problem: 　　midnight was past… what should I do next? Should 　　I just run away now? That was one option. Lulu and Xiao Ai were both asleep; I could just run away, leaving Lulu to call the police 　　or choose another option 　　tomorrow . Although I thoroughly violated Lulu, I know that under our country's 　　laws, as long as there's no penetration or ejaculation, the sentencing is different. It might even end up being 　　a case of burglary or unlawful imprisonment at most. Perhaps if I just run away now, Lulu, 　　out of shame, won't even call the police? Wouldn't I have unknowingly enjoyed a night of lewd pleasure without any 　　other loss? 　　Should I kill Lulu now to silence her? 　　No… after a night of violation, my hatred for Lulu isn't enough to warrant murder 　　. Besides, this isn't a crime film; killing her might not silence her. There's Xiao Ai next door. 　　Should I kill Xiao Ai too? I simply can't bring myself to do it. Should 　　I turn myself in now… to minimize the potential consequences? 　　That's also an option. But… I feel reluctant.

Suddenly, something dawned on me, and I even slapped my own head hard:
What's wrong with me? Am I an idiot?! How stupid am I? Who said I could only enjoy "one night"?
Who set the standard for "one night"? It's all been just me talking to myself from beginning to end. Right…
my original plan was rape, and then suicide or turning myself in, so I didn't consider anything else
… What I didn't expect was that the situation in Lulu's room was much more fragile than I imagined, with many
constraints. There were only three women living there, and the only adult woman was away on a business trip, saying she wouldn't
be back until Monday… A seventeen-year-old high school girl with an eleven-year-old elementary school girl, today is Friday,
tomorrow and the day after are the weekend… and this seventeen-year-old high school girl has already been
thoroughly ravaged by me. To be honest, I guess even if I raped her now, as long as I didn't harm her and Xiao Ai's lives
, she would have already accepted her fate.
Why should I only enjoy one night? Why should I choose to be a coward again and turn myself in? Since I've
already done it… since this game is so insane, since the pain of despair has already struck, since hormones have driven me
to do this wrong thing… why can't I delay a little longer? Delay a little longer… and then face
the cruel reality. Besides, the process of delaying is so beautiful.
Indeed… escaping, delaying, is the best choice for facing life.
Having figured this out, I suddenly felt relieved. I racked my brains to think of the details… no
problems…
my worst outcome is suicide, my worst outcome is a life sentence… since I'm already
mentally prepared for such a terrible outcome, why not turn this night of despair and madness into a whole weekend? Yes, a whole
weekend is perfect!
Wouldn't it be better to face the issues of law, death, the police, and reality after Lulu's sister comes home on Monday? The police officers… can also have less work on the weekend.
Yes!
The pain, despair, confusion, and loss that had begun to creep into my heart
vanished in an instant. Since I was going to enjoy the weekend... I was so tired right now, I really should sleep for a
while, rest, at least take a nap. And... I had to consider safety.
Lulu is a girl, after all, much more tired than me. I figured if she fell asleep now, she wouldn't wake up easily,
but I still had to be careful that she didn't wake up before me and do something.
I tiptoed to Lulu's wardrobe, the door still open. I opened
Lulu's underwear drawer... This time, I didn't bother to peek at or admire Lulu's worn underwear again
, but instead pulled out several bras from among them, the ones with sturdy-looking straps.
Then… I tiptoed to Lulu’s bedside, pulled one of her arms over, slipped
a bra strap over her wrist, tied a “stretch knot,” and then pulled it to the headboard,
tying the strap in a knot on the headboard railing… then her other arm, then her two feet.
I didn’t tie it very tightly; Lulu probably didn’t even realize her limbs were bound while she was asleep,
but my four knots were the kind that would stretch and lock tightly if pulled; if Lulu woke up
, her first reaction would be to struggle, and her movements would only tighten the four knots even more. Even if
she tried to untie them, it would still make a lot of noise… This level of restraint
should be enough for an inexperienced girl like Lulu.
Because I didn't plan to sleep in Lulu's bed...
Since I intended to spend the entire weekend in this three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment on the seventeenth floor of Building 23 in Xihua Garden,
I felt a strong urge to completely possess, violate, and control this exquisite apartment belonging to the girls. As for Lulu
's room, I'd already played many sex games there; in a sense, it had been
utterly defiled and violated by me. Xiao Ai's room... never mind. But here, there was another room... the master bedroom, the
bedroom belonging to the true owner of this house, Lulu's sister. Since I was going to be the "master" here for two days,
of course I would sleep in the master bedroom... If I was going to defile, dominate, violate, and control, then I might as well go all the way.
I quietly moved out of Lulu's room, intending to go to the master bedroom next door, the one belonging to Lulu's sister
, and sleep for a few hours on Lulu's sister's largest and softest bed.
But… I don't know why, or what force compelled me, when I left Lulu's room
, my eyes were irresistibly drawn to Xiao Ai's room, diagonally opposite Lulu's.
I don't know what I was going to do; I was just like I was bewitched… I just wanted to go in and take another look.
I tried to turn the lock on Xiao Ai's door… the lock made a "click" sound. It was the kind
of lock that parents set up for children's rooms, allowing them to be locked
from the inside. Lulu was indeed very obedient; she had actually locked Xiao Ai's door from the inside .
I wouldn't say I went in in the dark… with the help of the hallway light, I could actually see the furnishings in Xiao Ai's room
.
To be precise, given Xiao Ai's age, this room couldn't really be considered a children's room; it was more like a
"student's room"… However, it might be because this room was decorated when Xiao Ai was even younger, as
the style and furnishings of the room had a bit of a children's room feel to it. Even in the darkness, I could see clearly
that the entire room was painted a lovely pink. There were even some small, cute
cloud paintings in the corners, adding a touch of playfulness, delicacy, and charm typical of little girls. Xiao Ai's bed was a rather
low bunk bed; the upper bunk was the bed itself, and the lower bunk, which used to be where a desk would have been, had been
removed, revealing the pink-painted frame. Frankly, this type of bed is more suitable for a seven or eight-year-old girl;
I suspect that once Xiao Ai gets a little older, it won't fit. Next to the window was a desk and a corrective
chair—the same chair I had strapped Xiao Ai to earlier. The desk was neatly arranged with stationery, books
, notebooks, and other school supplies. On the floor, starting from the bottom edge of the bunk bed, there was a corner…
The room was covered with cartoon-themed plastic flooring, piled high with various stationery items, toys, several plastic boxes, and a few large
plush toys. Against the south wall stood a five-drawer dresser in a birchwood style. On top were many
cute little trinkets—crystal balls, rocking horses, Barbie dolls, and the like.
I tiptoed closer… Little Ai was lying asleep in a pink blanket with cartoon lettering, her
little head peeking out.
Even in her sleep, even in the darkness, even though I had already seen her, I couldn't help but
marvel again. Perhaps it was a natural trait of mixed-race children, but this little girl was truly…as beautiful as an angel.
I could hardly imagine such a beautiful little girl existing in the real world. Her skin was as
white as milk; her nose was more prominent than most girls', with a cute little upturned tip; her
eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were clearly visible, resting quietly beneath her full, bright eyelids;
the curve of her lips was so beautiful, with a perfect undulation at the philtrum, and the entire lip had
a natural fullness and a slight pout; her chin was slightly delicate, but her cheeks were very round;
her hair... It was long, half tucked inside the covers, half draped outside, fluffy and curled, with adorable
little curls. If it weren't for its natural sheen, it would be so beautiful one would almost suspect it was a wig…
And… under the thin blanket, I could see a torso, the natural
curves of a profile. Of course, there weren't any prominent breasts or buttocks, just a petite, slender, delicate,
and childlike body, rising and falling slightly with the quiet breathing of a sleeping child under the thin fabric.
I reached out, a little trembling, and gently… touched Xiao Ai's lips, then pulled away. It
was as smooth and bouncy as egg pudding…
I didn't know what I wanted to do… I was just driven by some wicked instinct, and actually… gently
, lifted a corner of the blanket covering Xiao Ai's body from the neck down…
I actually… wanted to see what kind of pajamas this eleven-year-old, angelic mixed-race child was wearing
?
Tonight, besides ravaging Lulu's body, I've glimpsed too many girls' private
parts. Underwear, bras, panties, nightgowns, towels… But I've never dreamed of
what kind of pajamas an eleven-year-old would wear, or rather, what kind of childlike posture lay beneath those pajamas.
…
But… just as I lifted the covers to peek inside, I froze. Because when I looked inside, Xiao Ai was
fully clothed, wearing a short-sleeved, light blue collared polo shirt, paired with light blue… long pants?
Was this Xiao Ai's elementary school uniform? Why was she sleeping in that?
I was stunned for a moment, then I understood… Lulu must have come to settle Xiao Ai down to sleep earlier because… must have
been under some kind of suggestion, most afraid that I would violate Xiao Ai, so even if it was just to increase her sense of security a little, or
to delay the process of violating Xiao Ai, she changed Xiao Ai into her school uniform.
Even in this environment, even with the school uniform and trousers, because of the thin fabric, or rather, because
Xiao Ai was in the early stages of development, I couldn't help but see... her two slightly protruding nipples
. Even without looking there, even her shoulders, her legs, her arms, her collarbone, her pelvis, her
petite and delicate body undulating slightly beneath the school uniform—even such sights were so alluring.
They made me a little dizzy.
I smiled bitterly... and pulled the blanket down.
Honestly, if I really wanted to rape this little girl, or even if not rape, but just
like with Lulu's body—to molest, to play with, to defile Xiao Ai's body—this school uniform, this eleven-
year-old girl, or the seventeen-year-old high school girl next door—none of it could stop me.
But it seems... my moral bottom line prevented me from doing it, even from thinking it.
And the so-called "rape of Xiao Ai" was more of a means, a bargaining chip, to scare Lulu.
But… then I… went into Xiao Ai’s room again, lifted the corner of her blanket, even wanted to see her pajamas…
what was I doing?
I was actually a little flustered… even a little angry, I didn’t know if I was angry at myself for being too beastly, or
for being less than a beast… I just adjusted my breathing, backed out, and locked Xiao Ai’s door again.
…
Then, I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, the one furthest to the southwest.
A bright red plush carpet covered the room. A king-size white leather bed, with
red floral patterns on the headboard, was covered with soft, large, warm red bedding. On the wall behind the bed was an oil painting… it depicted
a court lady dressed in pink, swinging in the shade of dark green trees, one cute little foot
in white stockings sticking out from under her wide, puffy skirt, rendered with delicate, light brushstrokes,
exuding a sense of luxury… Heaven knows what era and what painter created that work. Now I could see it more clearly.
Against the north wall of the room was a huge wardrobe, the kind that's built into the wall and joined together. In front of it was
an integrated dressing table, connected to a row of display cabinets. In the darkness, there were piles of women's cosmetic bottles and jars
… I couldn't even tell what they were…
I plopped down on the huge bed, the fatigue of the night seeming to dissipate along with my body
. Speaking of which, a king-size bed… this was truly my first time sleeping in one. It was so spacious; I even
felt like I could sleep sideways without any problem. The bouncy, soft Simmons mattress, the fluffy, warm red comforter—it was so light
and fluffy, and there was that rare, long, one-piece pillow… I felt like
I could roll around on this bed without falling off.
I even playfully rolled over… There seemed to be something on the headboard?
I felt around… Oh! There was a set of underwear neatly tucked away in the corner of the headboard? It was a bright
red, exquisitely crafted lace lingerie set that I almost didn't recognize. The bra seemed to be the strapless type,
and... the lace panties were almost transparent? Don't let Lulu's petite and cute panties fool you... the style of these panties...
...It's probably at least a little "smaller" than Lulu's underwear. Heaven knows how women manage to put them on
.
This must be Lulu's spare underwear, right? Speaking of which... what does she do for a living? Judging from
the house and decor in this Xi Hua Yuan complex, a single mother supporting herself must have a considerable income, right? According to Lulu
, she was raped and became pregnant with Xiao Ai in high school, so she should only be... not even thirty years old yet. She doesn't have
a husband, yet she owns underwear like this? Or... do all women with refined tastes actually wear
such high-end, sexy, and alluring underwear?
I took a few deep breaths in the warm, sweet-smelling air, smiled self-deprecatingly, and didn't bother to think about it anymore.
While playing with the underwear set, fiddling with the crotch of the panties, caressing the bra cups, I even couldn't resist
rubbing my penis with my hand... I closed my eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep.
(To be continued)

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