Turning into an adult

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Long was a precocious boy, simply because he had a broken home. His widowed mother,
to support the family, often brought different men home. When she brought a man home, she would
always give him some pocket money, kick him out, and lock the door behind her. He and the neighborhood
kids would squeeze into Ah Hui's bedroom next door, pressing their ears against the mud wall to listen to
the strange sounds of the mother and man's panting and moaning. This was a routine pleasure for him and his playmates to satisfy their curiosity
. At that time, he only knew that when an "uncle" came to see his mother, it was
the moment his pockets bulged, allowing him to act like a powerful "big brother" in front of his playmates.
As he grew older, he slowly understood what adults were really like. Gradually, he
developed a resentment towards his mother. At the same time, he developed a habit and pleasure in spying. As his sexual
characteristics became more pronounced, he gradually developed a sliver of longing and curiosity towards the female body. Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night,
a strange, uncomfortable feeling would rise within him, and he would fantasize about the beautiful lines of a woman's body while simultaneously trying
to expel the demon within him with his hands. But his neighbor, Sister-in-law Shumei, shattered his illusions about female beauty
. While Sister-in-law Shumei wasn't exactly as fat as a pig, the full, large, sagging breasts she revealed when feeding her newborn baby
suggested that her thighs beneath her clothes must be as thick as hams.
This notion only changed after he glimpsed Yunru's body.
Uncle Feng was his distant cousin, an elementary school teacher, who lived in the front and back yards of Long's house.
Uncle Feng had married Yunru, a nurse, a few years prior. Long first saw her at Yunru's wedding banquet.
She wore a white silk cheongsam with a high slit, which clung tightly to her slender waist and curvaceous figure, making her appear even more beautiful and
charming. Her face was like the autumn moon, her cheeks flushed with peach blossoms
; she was immersed in the joy of her new marriage, and every gesture and movement exuded the air of a refined lady. Whenever his mother and Yunru sat chatting with a group of women, he would always
lean over and stand aside to admire her gentle smile. Every smile and frown of hers captivated Long
. Occasionally, he would also have the opportunity to stand and look at Yunru sitting down, peering through her neck into her low-cut
top, gazing at her snow-white breasts.
Yunru had the face of the Japanese actress Asaoka Ruriko; when she first married Uncle Feng, she was as
pure as a newly hatched chick. Not only her face, but even if you took off her clothes, her figure
was far superior to any of the Western women in magazines—something Long only
realized later. At the time, Long could only vaguely discern from her clothing that when she took a deep breath
or swung her arms back, her breasts looked as if they were stuffed into a small bag. At that time,
the seventeen-year-old Long thought, "Her body must be incredibly beautiful." Whenever he saw her
neatly manicured nails, he thought of the pink seashells he had collected at the beach, each roughly the same size;
and when she talked to her mother, the way her gaze swept over him was like an electric eel
, making him dizzy and numb. Although she usually struck Long as gentle and refined, when she wore that black velvet
three-piece suit and styled her flowing hair into a bun adorned with a golden hairpin, Long
felt she possessed a cat-like allure. It was a mysterious feeling that he couldn't help but yearn to explore
. In fact, the feelings of a newlywed woman and her views on Long were unfathomable to outsiders; even
Long, who was often close to her, couldn't know. Long only knew that during Yunru's two-week stay at her parents' home,
it felt like an eternity to him; not only monotonous, but also filled with an unexpected
sense of loneliness. This was the first time Long realized the significance of Yunru to him. Regardless, Long
was delighted to have a woman in his life who added color to his existence. Every gesture,
every movement of hers, was like a needle scratching a record, deeply etched into Long's heart
.
When Yunru first married into the Feng family, the unfamiliar environment made her feel lost, but the sweetness of her new marriage overcame
her fear of the loneliness she felt in her new surroundings. Feng's affection and gentleness bathed her in a pool of blissful love
, especially since she felt relieved of the burden of not having to bear the pressure of in-laws. When she learned of
her cousin-in-law's social life, she was initially quite dismissive, but later she began to sympathize with this
woman who was her elder. In moments of loneliness, she would seek out her cousin-in-law for casual conversation, and subsequently, she
gained a deeper understanding of Long's family background and circumstances. The only thing that made her slightly uneasy was Long, who was ten years younger than her
; his eyes, filled with an unusually fiery intensity, had once filled her with fear and unease. However, she
felt a touch of pity for Long, who had lost his father at a young age and had not received sufficient maternal love. What comforted her was that Long was very obedient to
her; when Feng was away, Long always volunteered to take on the responsibilities that a man should have at home,
except for things that a husband should do. Whenever she praised Long to her cousin-in-law about how sensible he was
and how happy her cousin-in-law was, Long, standing to the side, always had a particularly bright look in his clear eyes. She
had a complex relationship of dependence and repulsion towards Long. She depended on his competence in handling her daily affairs;
she repelled him because of his fiery gaze. In his burning gaze, she always felt a sense of shyness
and unease. Although Long was younger than her cousin Feng, the precocious Long had a robust
physique that was no less impressive than Feng's. She had seen Long shirtless carrying chores in the courtyard, and at that moment, she had a fleeting
thought of being captivated by his muscular body, but she immediately cursed herself for being shameless.
That thought was triggered by the latent desire for male bodies that Feng had developed during his studies in the north. That time, Feng brought her
back several gifts from Taipei , gifts that would make her proud and envious among the neighborhood women. However,
in that conservative village, those gifts were not convenient to flaunt. But from then on, Feng became even more passionate towards her
, and she was immersed in a secret sense of satisfaction and happiness.
She remembered when she and Feng first met, he was always like a dog, clinging to her no matter how she tried to shoo
him away. She and her friends felt something was wrong and ran away, but he took a shortcut and
waited for her. But when she got to know him better and stopped avoiding him, she was
captivated by the way he smoked and the graceful way he leaned against the wall. His beauty lay between elegance and pretense,
yet maintained a certain elegance. In Yunru's mind, Feng was a good man; he was affectionate.
He was gentle, kind, and considerate. He understood women's hearts and knew what she needed and when, giving
her a sense of security and happiness. Moreover, he had a noble and respectable job
, at least in this underdeveloped village. Uncle Feng was a martial arts enthusiast, always renting sets of martial arts novels. Long would use this as an excuse to go to his room to
read novels, and incidentally, to catch a glimpse of Yunru every day. Actually, Yunru was a mature woman not yet thirty . Looking at her fresh and charming mature allure always made Long's heart flutter. Occasionally, seeing Yunru's clothes piled on the bed to dry but not yet folded, Long would take the opportunity to pick out her bra and panties, pressing them against his cheek to inhale the lingering scent of her breast milk and body. Sometimes, when Uncle Feng was away and Yunru was out shopping and watching the house, he would carefully open the wardrobe and scrutinize all of Yunru's underwear. Long was astonished to find several items of clothing that he had never seen on the clothesline before . A sheer black thong, a white lace-trimmed bodysuit with a hidden snap at the crotch—it was quite unusual; it must be an imported item that Uncle Feng had bought in Taipei ! Long couldn't help but tremble with excitement. It was the one he had seen her change into in the bathroom but never on the clothesline ! Thinking of the scene of spying on Yunru outside the bathroom window, Long was always immersed in a secret pleasure. Uncle Feng's bathroom was actually just a black curtain separating it from the kitchen, with a wooden sliding window against the wall. Since they lived in the front and back yards, whenever Yunru was about to take a bath, Long would always slip out under some pretense and wait behind the sliding window outside the bathroom. Only after the rustling of clothes being undressed and the sound of running water could Long dare to peek through the crack in the tightly closed wooden window. In the dim light reflected from behind the curtain , her elegant back was faintly visible. He saw her squatting and standing, scooping up a ladle of warm water and pouring it over herself. From the side, he could see her slightly upturned, high breasts, and her perfectly rounded abdomen without an ounce of fat. When she turned around, Long quickly hid, and when he looked again, he saw her with her head bowed, rubbing her breasts with soap. Looking at her lower body, it was all black. Was the light too dim , or were his eyes tired? He couldn't see clearly. Long rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't make it out. He saw her wipe herself behind her and pick up a pair of underpants. Huh! Under the light behind the curtain, it was actually a black mesh panty ! Long's desire grew even stronger. After seeing her put on her clothes, Long immediately tiptoed back . That was the first time Long had seen these underpants. Afterwards, although Lu Xu had seen her change clothes many times in the bathroom, it always seemed to be cyclical, every three or four days. From then on, whenever he saw Yunru, he would always fantasize about the lines under her clothes and compare them with the beautiful, hazy curves he had glimpsed, imagining her wearing that mysterious black mesh. But it was by chance that I truly began to clearly see her captivating curves and her alluring yet wild charm towards men. It was grape season, and the grapevines in front of Uncle Feng's house were laden with grapes. Every year when the grapes ripened, Uncle Feng's family would make some homemade grape wine, and the task of picking the grapes fell to the nimble-fingered boys like Long. As in previous years, Long climbed onto Uncle Feng's roof to pick bunches of ripe grapes. Suddenly, he noticed a patch on the mud wall of the eaves that looked like it had been gnawed by a rat . Long moved the loose mud wall with his hand and found a gap about the size of a finger. Peeking inside, he was horrified to see Yunru's bedroom. Upon this discovery, Long's heart began to race. He quickly grabbed a broken tile and covered it up. Watching the beautiful Yunru busily catching grapes on the ground, Long couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. That evening, Long saw Yunru again through the bathroom window, this time wearing the same black mesh panties. Thinking of his discovery on the roof that morning, Long was almost breathless with excitement. That night, after pretending to be asleep to fool his mother in the next room, Long nimbly climbed out the window and onto the roof of the backyard. He gently moved the tiles he had used for cover that morning and lay in wait, single-mindedly awaiting the moment. The night wind outside carried a chill. Autumn had arrived, and a full autumn moon accompanied the expectant Long in the night sky. At this moment, Long was like a leopard lurking in the shadows, waiting for its prey to appear. Yunru, thinking about Feng's departure the next day, specially changed him into the sexy underwear he liked. Feng understood this obvious signal. She didn't understand why he had so many lectures to attend, even though he said it was necessary for his promotion to Dean of Academic Affairs. She'd rather he didn't become that lousy Dean of Academic Affairs, but after marriage, a man's heart is always on his career. Before eleven o'clock, she turned off the kitchen light. Normally, she didn't turn off the lights that early. Usually at this time, she would be doing laundry in the bathroom in the kitchen, while he would be in the living room or bedroom watching his favorite martial arts novels. Feng was packing his luggage for tomorrow's trip in the living room. Thinking about his upcoming journey and noticing that Yunru hadn't done laundry and had turned off the kitchen light early in the morning, he recognized this signal. Whenever Yunru turned off the light at night without doing laundry, except when she was sick, it was a sign that she was sexually aroused. "Almost done!" Feng responded to the signal while busy working. On the roof, Long heard the door open and quickly peered into the opening. He saw Yunru enter the room, stand in front of the dressing table, and apply lotion to her face. Then she took off her two-piece spring outfit, revealing her full, white shoulders and slender neck. This was the first time Long had seen her alluring figure clearly under such bright light—her full hips, her long, shapely legs … What remained on her lower body was the same black mesh panty Long had seen in the bathroom. Reflected in the vanity mirror, her expectant expression was visible, a hint of joy playing on her lips. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, removing it from her upper body. Ah! Her high, slightly upturned bell-shaped breasts were so perfect. Reflected in the mirror, Long couldn't help but admire them. Two cherries were aptly set on her pink areolas . Yunru picked up the perfume from the vanity and sprayed it under her armpits and around her neck.

Below, a familiar fragrance filled the room, a scent Long often used to sniff when he nestled close to her
. She took a thin silk blouse from the wardrobe and put it on, then returned to the bedside to tidy
the bedding. As she moved, Long could vaguely see her pert breasts trembling on her chest,
a sliver of alluring black silk gauze between her thighs. Her swaying waist and seductive curves
made Long swallow hard, moistening his dry throat.
After finishing tidying up in the living room, Long opened the bedroom door and saw Yunru,
aroused, already dressed in her aphrodisiac at the bedside. He couldn't help but tremble and swell in his lower body. Yunru was a beautiful
creature; when she needed to be docile, she was as tender and affectionate as a reindeer, but when she was passionate, she
was even wilder than Shana from the "Apricot Blossom Pavilion." Yes, it was Shana, the woman who had once driven him mad. After
his marriage, he hadn't gone to see Shana with his colleagues for a long time. Firstly, his colleagues couldn't very well invite
him, so newly married, to see Shana; secondly, he had Yunru, who captivated him even more than Shana. Men often
declutter their possessions, especially when they can't manage both. Just
like how Feng regularly discards some of his collected matchboxes.
Feng quietly moved towards Yunru, who was bent over making the bed with her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist
, pressing his face against her ear, kissing and caressing her. A mesmerizing female scent
filled his nostrils, mingled with a hint of floral fragrance. He didn't know what perfume it was, but he knew
she had a good eye for fragrances; it was an elegant yet not overpowering scent, a blend of violet and a refreshing
fragrance.
"Are you going away for a few days of training again this time?" Yunru asked, complaining.
"A week," Feng replied.
"It's scary to be away for so long every time, leaving me all alone!" Yunru complained coquettishly.
"What's scary about it! Your sister-in-law can take care of you!" Feng
said, moving his right hand up to firmly grasp the mountain he often climbed, explored, and knew so well.
It was a pair of perfectly round breasts. Feng remembered that when he was taking a sketching class at the Teachers' College, he
never believed that there could be breasts as perfect as those of Venus, not even those of
Shana, whom he had once been infatuated with. But now, in his hands were warm, elastic Venus breasts.
"Your sister-in-law has such a complicated social life! And Long is so precocious, I'm always a little scared when he looks at me
," Yunru said, turning around and unbuttoning Feng's white shirt one button at a time.
"What are you afraid of? He's still a child! Are you afraid he'll eat you up
?" Uncle Feng teased Yunru as he stripped off his shirt.
"I always feel..." Before Yunru could finish, Uncle Feng interrupted, "Tonight I'll
eat you up for him! Let's see if you're still afraid!"
"Don't be so indecent..." Yunru unbuckled Feng's belt.
"I'm about to do something serious," Feng said, shaking off his trousers and pulling Yunru into his arms again
.
Yunru disliked the strong scent of shaving shampoo on Feng's face
; it reminded her of a similar scent from her father when she was a child, and the prickly beard that tickled her cheek. Thankfully
, Feng's chin was smooth. A masculine scent almost suffocated her. She didn't know
why she had felt disgusted by this scent as a child, but now it captivated her, stirring the
deepest strings of her being. The vibrating strings transmitted their resonance from her nose to the nut between her thighs. Yunru couldn't help but
squeeze her knees together, trying to suppress the trembling nut.
"Long'er is already a middle school student!" Yunru said as Uncle Feng kissed her.
"Alright! Sister Yunru! Have pity on my Long'er!" Uncle Feng teased, slipping his hand inside Yunru's
short blouse.
The smooth skin and graceful curves were familiar to Feng, and he was willing to caress them tirelessly
, like an antique jade collector who would polish his treasures daily, even if he
could close his eyes and recite every detail of his treasures. The antique jade treasures wouldn't change, but
the treasure in Feng's palm at this moment would change, because she was a living treasure. He gently touched his
treasured possession with his ten fingers, trying to find the difference from when he last caressed it. He discovered that his treasured possession
had gained a touch of wildness deep within, the result of his taming. Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at his achievement
; who wouldn't like to reap the fruits of their labor, especially when those fruits were meant for their own enjoyment
?
"Don't act crazy, okay?" Yunru tried to stop Feng's teasing and ridicule.
"Sister Yunru! Long'er misses you!" Uncle Feng teased again. He tried to intensify her wildness
.
"Are you really going to do this!" Yunru scolded in a coquettish voice.
Yunru watched her husband relentlessly dressing up as Long'er to seduce her, and recalling the burning gaze Long'er usually gave her,
she felt a strange, inexplicable excitement. A primal wildness, like a caged dog released
, burst forth.
"Long'er! Come here! Let Sister Yunru pamper you!" Yunru said, noticing
a slight tremor in her voice.
The image of Long'er's strong back muscles floated into her mind. Yunru closed her eyes, trying to freeze
the image in her mind. She seemed to see Long'er in the frozen image, giving her a youthful, charming
smile. Compared to Long, Feng's muscles were a little loose; although Feng was considerate and affectionate.
On the rooftop, Long, hearing Yunru's words, felt a shiver run through his body.
Hearing her call him in such a charming and pleading voice, this was the first time he had ever heard it from her. Long found himself
trembling involuntarily. He looked up and took a deep breath to avoid
making any sound from his trembling body. A crescent moon peeked at him through the treetops in front of the house.
Feng was very excited about his performance. Almost forty! He had initially worried whether his fading youth
and declining physical strength could still attract Yunru, though his steadiness
, maturity, thoughtfulness, and gentleness more than compensated for these shortcomings. Seeing her close her eyes, abandoning self-reflection
on her potential flaws and imagining herself as the youthful Long'er, he was deeply
moved by Yunru's tenderness. It was a strange state of mind, the mindset of a man lacking confidence.
Feng helped Yunru remove her short blouse, revealing the curves of her breasts that Long knew so well. Only under the bright
lights, they were even more clearly visible. Her high, firm breasts, with slightly upturned nipples,
nestled together like sisters. Two pink cherries adorned her snow-white, high breasts, with a deep, long cleavage between them
. She wore black mesh panties, the ones Long had once breathed. Her lower abdomen was snow-white
, and her navel, deep as the sea, left a captivating dimple. Her slender legs and firm, round buttocks
exuded the fresh scent of spring, like morning jasmine blossoms.
The
two kissed passionately by the bedside. Feng's hands gripped and kneaded her breasts, while Yunru
slipped her hands inside Feng's pants to knead them as well. Hearing Yunru close her eyes and murmur, "Long'er
... Ah... Long'er!" Long on the roof couldn't help but let out a suppressed, soft groan.
Uncle Feng pulled down his underwear, revealing the proud, dark hair that stood erect on his abdomen, his deadly
weapon bulging from within. The rapid breathing on his thick chest muscles was still clearly visible, and he occasionally
cast burning glances at Yunru.
"Come on! Take care of your little Long'er!" Feng straddled the bed with one foot and stood on the edge of the bed with the other,
pressing Yunru down to sit on the edge of the bed with one hand. Yunru took it into her mouth.
Long on the roof was a little surprised; he had never thought it could be taken like this. But
a trace of disillusionment and sorrow remained in his heart, lamenting that his perfect goddess was actually...
At this moment, Long's love and hate for Yunru changed in an instant, like the blink of an eye of a cat.
Yunru was familiar with Feng's weapon; she had
explored its protrusions and indentations with her tongue countless times. At first, she hesitated, unwilling. But
after Feng unhesitatingly satisfied her surging desires during one of his "red maiden" visits, she was somewhat moved. From that
moment on, she not only licked and sucked, but even often swallowed the gushing lava.
"Oh!" Feng responded with satisfaction to Yunru's sucking. Looking down at
Yunru, who never disobeyed him, though she was wild at this moment,
a chill ran down his spine, and Feng quickly pushed Yunru's head away. Yunru, understanding,
lay down. Her loose hair, as thick as dark clouds before a storm, revealed
smooth skin with dimples at her joints. Her left leg was outstretched, her right leg bent and arched, her hands caressing her thighs
. Her hungry expression and posture were incredibly alluring, at least that's what Long thought
.
"Long'er, come here!" she murmured, her starry eyes slightly open, stretching out her hands to meet the air, her seductive gaze
fixed on Long, who was wiping his weapon with the sheets .
When she struck that familiar, seductive pose, Feng pounced like a wild beast seeing food thrown to him
. The lights went out! In the dim moonlight streaming through the window, Long only saw a figure
pressing down on Yunru's bed.
He heard the familiar rhythm of her breathing and moans, but the soft cries coming from Yunru's mouth
were so different, especially when she called his name.
"Ah! Long'er... come in a little..." Hearing Yunru's unusual call to him, Long
looked at the faintly writhing figure under the dim light, and couldn't help but close his eyes, fantasizing about penetrating Yunru
's body.
After a shiver, Long shook off the sticky, fishy residue on his hands, and with a gloomy heart and a
sigh, retreated back to his bed.
That night, Long couldn't sleep! Looking at the crescent moon outside the window that seemed to mock him, he suddenly felt a trace of hatred towards Feng .
Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, casting soft rays that made the midday sun in the countryside as dim as dusk. Pale light refracted dimly on the bedroom wall, like ripples on a pond. When Long woke up, he suddenly felt his head was heavy and he had a slight fever. He immediately realized he had caught a cold on the roof last night. He struggled to get out of bed. On the living room table, under a glass, was a note and several hundred-yuan bills. Without even looking, he knew his mother had gone out for at least two or three days. The note contained nothing more than instructions to study hard, to find his own meals outside, and to ask Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng for help if needed. Long had been used to this since he was a child, just as he had been used to this home that resembled an orphanage. He moved his weak legs to Uncle Feng's house in the backyard. Long remembered that Yunru had once been a nurse . The door was closed, and Yunru wasn't there (of course, he knew Uncle Feng wasn't there either). A wave of dizziness washed over him, and a spasm rose in his stomach. He tried to vomit but only managed to spew out a mouthful of sour, bitter liquid. He involuntarily squatted down in front of Uncle Feng's door, clutching his lower abdomen. When Yunru got up, Feng was already gone. Thinking about the strange experience of the previous night, she couldn't help but hug the silk quilt, savoring the different Feng from last night. Last night, she was very satisfied. Was it because she mistook the "Feng" in the dim light for "Long'er"? Why was she so particularly excited last night, and why did her climax come so early? Or was it because Feng was particularly virile last night? After comparing last night's Feng with his usual self, she rejected the latter. Thinking of this, a strange blush rose from the depths of her heart to her cheeks. Thinking of Long'er, she couldn't help but feel conflicted. In public, she always avoided him, afraid that her neighbors would associate him with her. After all, if they disregarded the age difference, the handsome Long and she looked quite well-matched. She didn't want to give others any room for speculation. She knew all too well that women like Shumei had tongues as long as an anteaters. Unless her cousin-in-law was present or gave her permission, she always avoided asking Long to help with any heavy chores in private. Thinking of this , she remembered her cousin-in-law's entrustment yesterday, asking her to keep an eye on Long's daily life for the next couple of days. Thinking of her cousin- in-law, she couldn't help but sigh: "A pitiful woman."

She got up, washed up, picked up her shopping basket, and walked past her cousin's house in the front yard. The door was locked; Long
should be at school
by now. The market was as bustling and lively as usual. What should she buy? Feng wasn't there,
and she didn't have much of an appetite. You know, young women can sacrifice their appetites for their figures
. After wandering around for a while, her basket only contained two bunches of greens and a bag of cherry tomatoes.
"Sir! Buy some fish! It's very fresh..." "Crooked Mouth Yi" called out.
"No need! We have some at home!" Yunru lied as she declined.
Usually, she always bought fish from "Crooked Mouth Yi," especially squid and cuttlefish. Because
they always tasted best when stir-fried with celery. And celery could enhance a man's libido. Buying fish
? That's one thing, but she really wants Feng to eat more celery. Of course, she'll also buy shrimp; as a former nurse, she couldn't possibly
be unaware of that. But now that she's bought them, who will eat them
? At the street stalls selling Chinese medicinal herbs, she sees all sorts of herbs:
angelica, ginseng, wolfberry, konjac, lotus seeds, white fungus, four herbs, six gentlemen herbs, eight treasures herbs, ten complete herbs… and so on. She'll buy two packets of ginseng
to make tea for Feng; she's heard that teachers often suffer from qi deficiency, and ginseng tea can replenish that qi. She'll also buy a packet of angelica
; after soaking it in rice wine, she can add a few drops to stir-fries or noodles. She'll also buy a packet of eight treasures herbs; when Feng comes back, she can
stew a chicken.
What's going on! Buying a bunch of Chinese medicine while shopping for groceries! Is her subconscious mind from last night controlling
her unconscious actions? Yunru was somewhat puzzled by her own behavior. Was she missing Feng from last night
? The Feng who had driven her wild, but she wondered if Feng still missed her.
Feng
did miss Yunru, but he was referring to her snow-white, smooth skin. Unfortunately,
he was already too familiar with the curves of her body! Tired of Chinese food, one always wants a change to Western food
. Right now, a delicious Western meal was laid out before Feng.
It was a blissful afternoon, and the room was filled with an exotic atmosphere;
the scent of flesh permeated the air, filling the room with alluring lust. Beneath a erotic painting depicting a naked man and woman embracing in the corner
, a chest of drawers with Arabic carvings sits, its record player playing mysterious
Arabic dance music.
To the accompaniment of the melodious and enigmatic flute music, Samantha, veiled,
dances on an Arabic rug in the room. The veil adds to her mystique.
This is a small room in a high-class club, a club Feng has frequented for a long time. Even before
his marriage, he and Xiong—his Taipei teacher's college classmate—were regulars here. Originally,
they were best friends, both single, and had even argued about marrying Yunru. Back then, Feng
was truly captivated by Yunru's pure and innocent appearance as a nurse in a snow-white dress; it was the youthful energy he couldn't find here
. This time in Taipei, he couldn't resist inviting Xiong again to relive their pre-marriage adventures
.
Speaking of Xiong, that guy is a real buddy! Teaching was his side job; his ambition lay in roaming the brothels of Taiwan
. His meager salary wasn't enough for such extravagance, but fate had blessed
him with a silver spoon in his mouth. Spending money on pleasure was his profession, and today's expenses were all on him. Feng
had never understood why someone from such a family would choose to be a poor schoolteacher. His recollection seemed to suggest
his family hoped he could acquire some scholarly refinement.
Feng had a slight doubt whether the stench of money from his family could be swept away by the slightest hint of scholarly refinement he possessed.
"Please, don't!" A soft cry pulled Feng back to reality.
Turning his head, he saw Xiong pressing a woman with a half-open veil against a felt-covered bed. In
the woman's feigned struggle, Feng saw her raised, snow-white legs; beneath the black gauze skirt around her waist,
it seemed she was wearing nothing at all.
In the flickering lamplight, the scent of sandalwood wafted towards him. Turning around, he saw Samantha
swaying in a peach-pink wrap dress before him. A gold locket-like waistband couldn't conceal her deep navel
. Her firm abdomen etched a shallow groove above and below her navel. Golden snake-shaped armbands,
vermilion-painted nail polish, a ruby and a sapphire diamond ring on each slender finger, gold tassel-
shaped bracelets dangling from her wrists, and a pair of gold round earrings swaying in her ears.
Feng had to admit, this spectacle made his heart flutter. Her serpentine waist swayed in the lamplight
, and the light filtering through her peach-pink wrap dress made the lines between her legs clearly visible.
With her alluring dimples, Samansha smiled at Feng Qian and said, "Come on! Dance
with me!
" How could Feng resist her playful, slightly reproachful expression? He pulled her into his arms. Her
golden hair cascaded down his strong arms, her skin as smooth as jade,
the only sensation Feng could feel at that moment. Gazing at her charming yet slightly shy face
, Feng couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her. His right hand pulled down her half-cup ,
pink bra, revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts.
Two cherry-like nipples adorned the perfectly sized pink areolas—truly a natural beauty. Feng couldn't help but feel excited. He suckled at her
sandalwood-scented earlobe, her pink neck, her breasts, then moved to her rounded breasts. Feng felt her
legs squeeze together slightly. As he suckled, one hand removed her gold-locked waist ring and slipped it into the peach-colored gauze
curtains, caressing her long, snow-white legs. As her body writhed like a snake,
soft moans accompanied her.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Feng heard the woman's wanton cries while she was making love with Xiong,
and couldn't help but glance up at Xiong on the leather bed. Xiong was thrusting on top of the woman,
and she was also raising her head to make a teasing face at Feng.
Suddenly, his crotch was grabbed and manipulated by Rouyi. Samantha's cheeks flushed crimson, and she blushed with shyness
, saying, "Let's do our business!"
"OK! OK!" Feng gazed at her beautiful smile, and replied in broken English.
Responding, his hands couldn't help but knead Samantha's full breasts and round buttocks.
He parted the hooks and clasps of her peach-pink skirt, revealing her slightly arched, snow-white legs, which glowed a
seductive pink in the dim light, and there was nothing between them. Her pubic hair, curly like that of a golden monkey, suddenly shimmered like
gold dust exposed to sunlight, reflecting a golden light under the lamp. His hands moved down to caress her shapely calves
; her soft, delicate legs resembled two large, lustrous jade vases, pink, smooth, and exquisitely curved, making him
unable to resist bending over and kissing her golden-tinged vulva, eliciting soft moans and cries from her! Feng felt that
the flower heart in Samantha's stream trembled, the stream was moist with dew, and the fragrance of mist filled his nostrils. This beautiful scene seemed familiar yet strange to him
. He was familiar with the feeling of white jade and snow-white flesh, tender and smooth, and the plump, clam-like mons pubis
. He was strange with Samantha's unique, melodious moans.
At first, Samantha felt a sensation like ants biting her, an itch that wasn't quite an itch. Gradually, he saw her nostrils flare slightly, sweat glistening
, her cherry lips parting, her vulva opening and closing, writhing incessantly. Feng had already licked her until she was completely aroused,
her whole body tingling with pleasure, and amidst her continuous panting, a burning sensation came from the tip of his tongue directly to her flower heart. She couldn't help but pull her legs together tightly, turn around, and lie down. Even as she turned and lay on the carpet with her legs tightly pressed together, he could still see her two warm, moist clam-like lips
exposed from behind where her legs were pressed together . Feng wouldn't let her escape like that. He forcefully straightened her body with both hands, parting her soft, smooth legs . His penis was already hot and erect, like a galloping horse, ready to rush into that hidden valley, its reins unrestrained! He placed his palms on either side of her, his muscles bulging, and with a spur-of-the-moon motion, he thrust his hips towards her warm , soft entrance. A soft "Oh!" broke the silence, and her body trembled. Seeing the expression on her beautiful face, an expression of forced pain, so gentle and yielding to his own recklessness, he asked with pity, "Did it hurt?" She shook her head, her eyes slightly closed. His penis slid smoothly into her moist, slippery opening, the glans rubbing against her vaginal walls. With each thrust, his body felt as if it were galloping across a plain, and he couldn't help but increase his strength, faster and faster. Samantha turned her head to one side, her hands gripping Feng's neck. With each thrust, her breasts trembled like tofu , which excited Feng immensely, causing him to increase the force of his thrusts, slamming their pubic bones together. Sweat dripped slowly from Feng's shoulders like beads of water from an ice glass. In the midst of her rapid breathing, Samantha had drifted into a blissful, dreamlike state. Swallowing and slurping, her tongue swirling and lips turning, she moved her head and hips with blissful pleasure, expressing the unbearable tingling and numbness, her juices flowing like a spring! Her face bloomed like a flower, her body unfolded like a leaf , presenting a blossoming flower, exuding a rich fragrance, for others to share in her aroma. Looking down, Feng could see that with each thrust, a strand of white silk, like spider silk, could be drawn from her lower body, clearly indicating her extreme pleasure. As he gripped her slender waist with one hand, his jade stem thrusting and piercing her forcefully, rubbing back and forth with vigorous intercourse, she probably reached her climax, sometimes moaning, sometimes screaming. Her moans, her panting breaths, mingled with the sweat that splattered between them; the swaying of her nipples and her writhing movements in rhythm with his jade stem's entry and exit from her secret cave, her undulating breasts under his guidance, forming the most primal melody, gradually bringing him to his climax. He began to feel some difficulty in intercourse inside her, and with a forceful thrust, he suddenly gasped. At that moment, just as her flower trembled wildly from his thrusts and her secret cave contracted rapidly, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted from his hot body ; he felt molten lava gushing from his penis. The gushing hot spring scalded her, causing her to tightly embrace his shoulders, her nails digging deep into his arm flesh. Finally, she calmed down, her hand sliding down his neck and resting on her heaving breasts, her expression serene and beautiful. The world seemed to cease to exist except for the naked, alluring figure, Feng, and the waves of pleasure and excitement that followed their intercourse. "Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!" The clock on the wall chimed precisely. "What is Yunru doing at home right now?" Feng suddenly thought of Yunru. In fact, Yunru wasn't home! She had just arrived. (To be continued) Yunru returned home and was surprised to see Long , pale-faced, squatting by the door. "Long'er! What's wrong!" Yunru rushed to Long'er's side, hurriedly put down her shopping basket , and bent down to ask. "Yunru... Aunt... my head... hurts so much!" Long answered weakly and intermittently. Yunru quickly touched Long'er's forehead with her right hand. "Ah! He has a fever... so hot! I should have come back earlier." Yunru blamed herself and hurriedly helped the weak Long into the house. No matter what, she never expected that she would have such a thing happen when she finally managed to sneak away from Feng's business trip and go to the tailor shop to come home a little later. After helping Long into the house and onto the sofa, Yunru quickly poured a glass of water and took an aspirin from the medicine box and fed it to Long. In a daze, Long felt his upper body sink into a soft blanket, and a familiar perfume scent came to his nose. Through his slightly narrowed eyes, Long looked at Yunru with a strange expression. He had never been so close to her before. "Yunru... Aunt... thank you!" As Yunru placed a damp towel on Long's forehead, he still didn't forget to display his affected elegance and politeness in front of her. However, the word "Aunt" came out of his mouth with a slight stutter and reluctance. In Long's mind, he had never thought of her as his elder; he preferred her to be his older sister—an older sister like a pure goddess. "Get some sleep... you'll feel better!" Looking at Yunru taking care of him like a little wife, and at her sweet smile, Long suddenly felt himself bathed in a halo of happiness. Yunru frantically turned the scalding, damp towel in her hands. Suddenly noticing the strange look in Long's eyes, she quickly said, "Long'er! Let me get you a blanket!" and spun away like a top. Looking at the real "Long'er" she had cried out for in the darkness last night, a strange feeling stirred within her, making her afraid to look at him closely, especially given his seemingly aware gaze.

A knowing look crossed her eyes.
Yunru thought to herself, "What's wrong with him today! Why does he seem so
uneasy? Could it be...last night..."
Thinking of last night, Yunru blushed. In an instant, a thought
flashed through her mind: to connect the "Long'er" before her with the "Long'er" of last night.
When Yunru retrieved the blanket, Long was already asleep, like a water lily.
Yunru gently covered Long with the blanket. Looking at Long'er's robust, almost adult-like body,
and the few wisps of hair peeking out from the corners of his lips, he exuded a virginal charm. Yunru was
taken aback by her own feelings at that moment. Was it the subconscious fascination she had once felt for his muscular physique,
or the latent desire for a male body triggered by "Feng's" business trip? With a heart full of mixed emotions
, she went to the kitchen and started stewing "Eight Treasures Roasted Chicken" for Long'er. After an unknown amount of time, Long'er woke up to find the room dimly lit. He threw off the blanket and sat up weakly. Only then did he remember that he had been lying on Uncle Feng's living room sofa. His dry throat made him instinctively want a glass of water. Holding onto the wall, he slowly walked towards the kitchen, following the dim yellow light from
a single lamp . Why was there no one in the room?! He moved to the dining table, and just as he was about to pick up the teapot to pour a glass of water, he suddenly heard a soft groan in the nearby quiet air . Long'er was truly startled. Looking left and right, he couldn't find the source of the sound, only that the black curtain was tightly drawn. Could it be that Yunru was washing herself in the bathroom? But why was there no sound of water? Could something bad have happened ? He dragged his weak body towards the curtain. Reaching the curtain, he peered inside. He saw Yunru lying diagonally in the bathtub with her eyes tightly closed, her breath as faint as a whisper and murmurs ... occasionally, indistinct murmurs escaped from her slightly parted lips. Seeing this, Long's nerves suddenly tensed, and for a moment he forgot how to react. A head of long, black hair cascaded down the side of the bathtub, her flushed cheeks shimmering as her right hand kneaded her lower abdomen. Her entire body vibrated like plucked strings, the tremors sending waves of energy to her throat, causing her flowing hair to sway in the air. Yunru lay on her back in the bathtub, legs slightly apart, her right hand caressing her inner thighs. Her mind was filled with fantasies of making love with Feng (or rather, Long) the previous night. The sound of Feng's (Long's) panting breaths aroused her, her vagina tightening. Then, she gently spread her legs wider , using her left hand to part her labia and her right hand to lightly touch her already moist clitoris . This caused her to involuntarily push against the tub with her heels, twisting her body up and down. The stiffness and exertion brought her even greater pleasure. At first, she gently pressed her labia minora around her clitoris in a slow, circular motion . Reaching peak pleasure, she involuntarily raised her chin, curled her body, and moaned, her middle finger rubbing her wet clitoris more vigorously. Combined with the twisting movements of her legs and hips, and the constant back-and-forth of her chin, a jolt of electricity shot from her fingers to her brain, and she reached orgasm. She slowly lowered her body, closed her legs, and while still experiencing the afterglow, kept her fingers pressed against her clitoris, panting. Long, trembling, watched intently from behind the curtain, holding his breath. He felt a mixture of bewilderment and astonishment, occasionally tinged with the thrill of voyeurism. Looking at Yunru, who remained oblivious to his thirsty gaze , Long suddenly understood the yearning for desire beneath her demure exterior, and he suddenly felt a surge of emotion and impulse to satisfy her. Long tried to connect the scene before him with the image of her wild panting under the dim moonlight of the previous night . "Long'er!" A startled cry awakened Long'er's imagination, which transcended time and space. "Yun...Ru...Aunt! I..." Seeing Yunru sitting in the bathtub, one hand supporting herself on the tub, the other using a towel to cover her snow-white breasts, her face filled with shock and bewilderment, Long stammered a response. Turning around, Long retreated in a panic, sitting at the kitchen table. Long hadn't given up on escaping, but where could he go? If he didn't explain clearly, and it reached Uncle Feng's ears , or if word got out, he wouldn't be able to stay in this village any longer. Having sorted out his thoughts, he decided to explain to Yunru his accidental encounter. Yun's mood was incredibly complex and chaotic at that moment. She blamed herself for being so careless as to let Long witness her lewdness. Thankfully, there was no third party present! As long as Long didn't say anything, no one would know, especially since he was the one who spied on her! If he dared to speak up, he would be the one in the wrong. But how would she face this awkward situation when they met again? Lost in thought, she hastily dried herself, hastily put on her clothes, and pulled open the bathtub...

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