Aunt Liu Hanyan

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(I)
My name is Yang Qiuyun. The college entrance examination is finally over, and fortunately, I did quite well. I should be able to get into the best university in the province without any problems, so the most important thing for me now is to relax. Because my parents were sent abroad for work and study, I have been living at my aunt's house for the past six months.
My aunt's name is Liu Hanyan. She is a Chinese teacher at a key provincial high school in this city. She is 38 years old this year. Perhaps it is because she is naturally beautiful, or perhaps it is because she takes good care of herself, but she looks like a newlywed woman under 30. I don't know what words to use to describe her. Anyway, whenever I see ancient poems describing beautiful women, the first image that comes to mind is my aunt. When she was young, she was a typical liberal arts student. The long-term influence of classical literature has cultivated her gentle and graceful personality. I still remember the scene when she recited classical poems to me when I was a child. Although I couldn't understand them at that time, I still felt that it was the most wonderful experience in the world.
This girl who once captivated the whole college fell in love with an engineering boy who was considered rather dull by other students, and later married him and had children. As you've probably guessed, this is my uncle. After graduating, he went to work for a well-known international company. Due to engineering projects, he often traveled for work, and as his position rose, he spent less and less time at home. Although they saw each other less often, my uncle earned a good income, and over the years, he and his wife have maintained a respectful relationship.
Now let's talk about my cousin. He just graduated from junior high school this year and is attending the junior high section of the same school as my aunt. His grades are good, and although his high school entrance exam scores haven't been released yet, it's a certainty that he'll be directly admitted to the same high school. Because my cousin spends a lot of time with his mother and not much time with his father, he's a bit introverted. He's also quite handsome, much like my aunt, except he's a boy.
My mother, Liu Ningshuang, is the complete opposite of my aunt. As you can tell from her name, she's very strict with herself and others, and has a proud personality. She was very strict with me at home from a young age, a true strong woman. I was very naughty as a child, so I got spanked by my mother quite a few times. Every time that happened, I'd think, "If only my aunt were my mom, she wouldn't spank me." Were they really sisters? How could their personalities be so different?
My aunt could never be my mom, but she was my high school homeroom teacher for three whole years. I still vividly remember the first day of high school, when my aunt walked into the classroom in a white short-sleeved shirt, a black skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels, and the sound of the teenage boys swallowing hard. It's obvious what happened next: for those three years, my aunt was the object of most of the boys' sexual fantasies. Later, when the boys found out their beautiful and gentle homeroom teacher was my aunt, the looks they gave me were so complicated—envious, jealous, and hateful!
My aunt was always their most talked-about topic, and of course, some dirty jokes were inevitable. At first, they were somewhat reserved around me, but later, as we all got to know each other better, they opened up. The academic pressure in high school was immense, and being in the turbulent years of adolescence, I needed an outlet to release that pressure. So I didn't bother arguing and sometimes chatted with them. They often asked me about my aunt's stories, and I would embellish them, telling them vivid tales that captivated them.
In my senior year, because my parents went abroad for studies or work, I moved in with my aunt, closer to her. The jokes from my classmates got increasingly out of control. They would often bet on what color underwear my aunt was wearing that day, and then ask me to be the judge. At first, I refused to answer these questions, but after they asked so many times, and with wins and losses, I found it quite exciting and started acting as the judge. However, my answers often depended entirely on who was betting; I would deliberately say the opposite of whoever I wanted to lose, so they might not be accurate.
One day, a boy came up to me and whispered, "You lied about that bet. Ms. Liu is wearing blue underwear today, but you said it was pink!" I found it strange; my aunt was indeed wearing blue underwear that day, so how did he know? After I pressed him, the boy told me that during another class my aunt taught, a boy had secretly looked under her skirt in the mirror while she was answering a question for another student. Later, I learned that the boys in that class often made the same bet.
High school boys often get their hands on adult films through various channels, and if one person has access, they often share it with their own circle of boys in the class. After each viewing, someone would say, "That actress is pretty, but her demeanor is nowhere near as good as Ms. Liu's!" Until one day, a boy subconsciously said to me, "I really admire you. You're surrounded by such a beautiful woman every day, and you can still resist. If it were me, I would have taken her already!" He didn't mean anything by it, but I took it to heart. From that day on, my mindset began to change.
After watching two hours of porn, my mind was still immersed in the plot. That evening, I returned to my aunt's house. My uncle was busy with his construction project as usual, and my cousin hadn't come home yet because he was at another tutoring class. Since I had told my aunt I was going home to tidy up some things, she hadn't pressed me for details.
My aunt had changed out of her school uniform and into casual home clothes.
She was wearing slippers, but her flesh-colored stockings were still on. My aunt's toes were very delicate, especially her little toe, which wasn't deformed from the pressure of high heels. She took good care of her feet, and even through the stockings, you could see they were flawless. I have a foot fetish; I think I've been like this since I was little. Could it be related to my aunt? My aunt was doing housework, and I stared at her, lost in thought.
After a while, I snapped out of it, told my aunt, and went to my room to study. A little while later, I
heard the sound of water from the bathroom; my aunt was taking a shower.
I don't know how I ended up at the bathroom door, peeking through the slanted window at the bottom.
The demon of impulse finally overwhelmed my last shred of reason. I felt weak and powerless, but my heart was pounding, and I felt inexplicably itchy. I was oblivious to my surroundings, my attention completely drawn to the light in the bathroom. I saw it! I finally saw my aunt's body, the body the boys in my class longed to see but couldn't.
My aunt was wearing a shower cap and applying shower gel to her body. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, still firm and perky, her nipples still pink. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, a perfect inverted triangle, and her toes were long and slender. I immediately had an urge to suck them. Of all the AVs I'd seen, no actress was more alluring than my aunt in the bathroom!
When my aunt turned off the water and prepared to dry herself, I realized I should get up. But as I tried to stand, I discovered my penis was already rock hard, making it impossible to straighten up. As I reached into my pants to press it down, I ejaculated the moment my hand touched it.
I panicked and rushed to the sink to wash my hands. Just then, my aunt called from the bathroom, "Qiuyun, are you in the kitchen?" I awkwardly replied yes. She called again, "Come in and shower when I'm done." I returned to my room, my emotions gradually calming, but my mind was still blank. When I smelled a fragrance, I realized my aunt had finished showering and was standing at my door, urging me to hurry up and take a shower. I grabbed my
change of clothes and sneaked into the bathroom like a thief. Then I noticed my aunt's clothes, which she had just changed out of, weren't washed yet; they were all in the washing machine. I immediately lost the last vestiges of my reason and frantically pulled my aunt's underwear out of the washing machine. I brought the intimate area to my nose and inhaled deeply. It was that small, delicate blue cotton panty that the student from the next class had secretly seen. The scent of perfume mixed with the distinctive fishy smell of a woman's private parts acted like an aphrodisiac.
I quickly took off my clothes. Then I rummaged through the washing machine and found my aunt's stockings, smelling the toes. My aunt had worn them all day at school; the leather smell mixed with sweat assaulted my nostrils and brain. While smelling my aunt's stockings, I used her panties to masturbate. I ejaculated in no time.
After ejaculating, I panted heavily, staring at my semen-soaked underwear, and regained my senses. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe the semen off my underwear, then put it in the washing machine along with my stockings. It was going to be washed soon anyway, so my aunt probably wouldn't notice.
When I came out of the bathroom after showering, I found my cousin had already come home from his tutoring class. My aunt was busy making him a late-night snack. At home, after showering, my aunt was dressed casually and loosely, in a simple white tank top, her long, white legs exposed. Watching her busy figure, I thought:
"She's not just my aunt, she's also a woman, a beautiful woman." From that moment on, in my eyes, my aunt was first and foremost a mature and beautiful woman.
After our late-night snack, the three of us went back to our rooms, some reading, some studying. We all went to bed at 11 pm. That night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in a hot spring, making love with my aunt. Then another version of myself appeared, trying to separate me from my aunt, but we quickly chased it away. What did this dream mean?
The next morning, as I got out of bed, I made a vow in my heart: Liu Hanyan, I must have you! But not now!
From that day on, I never peeked at my aunt while she was showering again, nor did I ever masturbate with her underwear. Facing the upcoming college entrance examination, I couldn't afford to make any mistakes. My grades were already good, and with doubled efforts, I achieved consistently high scores in the following mock exams. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, getting into a top-tier university shouldn't be a problem.
Seeing me studying so diligently without distractions, my aunt, who was also my homeroom teacher, was very happy. With my Chinese grades, she didn't need to give me any special tutoring. My aunt didn't know that her nephew had changed and was about to launch an evil plan, and everything now was just a prelude to achieving his goal. And so it went, until the day the college entrance examination ended.
My reason prevented me from jeopardizing my future just to get my aunt. Now that the college entrance examination was over, there was no need to endure any longer; my plan could begin.
(II)
On the night the college entrance exam ended, I didn't go out all night with my classmates. Even though my aunt wouldn't interfere, I declined their invitations, saying I had to go to school the next day to estimate my scores. Actually, I already had a pretty good idea of how I did.
When I got back to my aunt's house, only my cousin was there. They hadn't been to school for the past few days; the school was one of the exam centers, and the junior high section had cleared out classrooms to make way for our college entrance exam. In a few days, they would also be taking the middle school entrance exam. He was at home reviewing, making his final push. My uncle's surname is Jiang, so my aunt named my cousin Jiang Li, taken from Qu Yuan's "Li Sao," meaning fragrant herb.
Perhaps because his name is so delicate, my cousin's appearance and temperament are somewhat like his name. He's usually not very talkative, and besides playing soccer, he rarely goes out to play with his classmates, preferring to stay home and read. His love of reading is probably influenced by my aunt; fortunately, there are enough books at home, and with his busy studies, he has plenty to read.
If it weren't for his love of football, people would really think he was a girl. He plays football very well; perhaps he has a natural talent for it, so he's not physically weak at all.
I sent a text message to my aunt, briefly telling her about the exam. She had a grade-level meeting tonight; the college entrance exam was over, and there were some follow-up matters to handle. I also called my parents overseas to inform them about the exam.
I ordered takeout for myself and my cousin, and after eating and cleaning up a bit, he went back to his room to continue studying, and I went back to my room too. I turned on my computer, which I hadn't used in a long time, and started searching for random articles online. I hoped to gain some inspiration from them, but unfortunately, most of them were poorly written. Putting aside the quality of the writing, the women in them all seemed to be sluts, throwing themselves at the slightest temptation.
If you followed what they wrote, you wouldn't be able to get a relationship with anyone, let alone a relative like your mother or aunt, or even a respectable woman with whom you only had a normal relationship. Occasionally, there are articles with delicate writing that touch upon the characters' psychological changes, but the plots are so bizarre that some supernatural scenes and sudden events are impossible to encounter in reality.
As I was browsing and filtering through these random articles on my computer, I heard the sound of the door opening. My aunt had returned, and I immediately closed the webpage and went to greet her. My aunt's expression was complex, showing both the exhaustion of working overtime in meetings and the relief of having a heavy burden lifted. I took the briefcase from her, helped her put out her slippers, and poured her some hot water.
My aunt was delighted by my actions and said, "Qiuyun, you're being so sensible today!" I replied, "The college entrance exam is over, and I don't know how many more days I can stay here. Before I leave, I want to serve my aunt, who is also my teacher, tea and water every day." My aunt smiled, "Qiuyun has really grown up. But until your parents come back, you still have to stay with me. Firstly, my sister told me that I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you move back home, and secondly, your uncle is away for a long time, and it always feels lonely without an adult male at home. It's getting late, so take a shower and get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll go to school together to officially estimate your scores and prepare to fill out your college applications. Before your brother takes the high school entrance exam, if he has any questions, please help him with them." I readily agreed.
After my aunt finished showering, I went into the bathroom. I turned on the water, but after taking off my clothes, I didn't rush to shower. Instead, I took out my aunt's underwear from the washing machine, turned it to the innermost part, and brought it to my nose to smell that familiar and alluring scent that I hadn't been able to smell for a long time due to self-restraint. He gently licked the meager secretions on her panties with the tip of his tongue, not finding them dirty at all.
Everything about my aunt was priceless to me. At the same time, with my other hand, I held her stockings and quickly stroked my penis, ejaculating all over the walls within minutes.
Only then did I begin to shower and clean up. It had been too long since I last did this.
For the next month, besides spending time with my aunt's underwear and stockings, I still couldn't find a good way to break through and deepen our relationship. Aside from helping her change her shoes and fetch her things every day when she came home, I did other things. During this month, my aunt was extremely busy
, dealing with the college application process and related issues for her graduating class, as well as preparing for the new grade's intake. My cousin also finished his middle school entrance exam during this time. Soon after, our scores were both released, and everything went smoothly. I got into the school and major I had planned for, and my cousin also successfully entered the main campus high school. It seemed that for the next three years, my aunt would be my cousin's homeroom teacher again.
With the school admissions process settled, the busy atmosphere at home eased considerably. Although my aunt was still very busy with work during the holidays, her mood was quite different. July 16th was my aunt's birthday, and after discussing it with my cousin, we decided to invite her out to celebrate. When we made the request, she was quite surprised but happily agreed.
Upon arriving at the hotel's private room, my aunt saw that the table was filled with her favorite dishes, not particularly luxurious or extravagant, and said to me, "Qiuyun, it's so thoughtful of you to remember my birthday and order so many of my favorite dishes. Jiang Li isn't as thoughtful as you." She glanced at my cousin as she spoke.
My cousin looked uncomfortable but didn't say anything.
I quickly interjected, "No, no, although I suggested the birthday celebration, it was my brother who ordered all the dishes. No one knows a mother better than her son!" My aunt said, "Oh, I misunderstood Jiang Li. Mom apologizes." She then went over and kissed my cousin on the forehead.
My cousin's face turned bright red, and he said, seemingly very unhappy, "Mom, I'm all grown up now, can't you be a little more considerate?" My aunt said, "Jiang Li, what's wrong with you? When you were in the second year of junior high, you still needed your mother to bathe you, weren't you ashamed? You used to be so clingy to your mother, but these past few months you've been so cold to her! When your mother kisses you, this is your attitude. You should learn from your brother Qiuyun." My cousin lowered his head and didn't say anything.
I quickly changed the subject, talking to my aunt about things in class. Three years have passed, and we're about to go our separate ways.
My aunt asked, "Qiuyun, is there any girl you like in class? Before, when you were still in school, as your homeroom teacher, I didn't allow you to get too close, but now it's different. You've graduated and are in university; you're all adults now, and I can't and shouldn't interfere. Have you been doing anything behind my back these past few years?" I quickly replied, "No way! In these three years, I've thought the most beautiful woman in the class is you, Auntie. You're gentle, quiet, and well-mannered. Those other girls in the class, how can they compare to you? So I have absolutely no interest in them." "Auntie laughed, "When did Qiuyun become so eloquent? Being glib isn't good!" I said, "I'm not glib. If we were walking down the street, everyone would think you were my sister. Nobody would believe this sister has a son about to start high school! Ask your brother if you don't believe me." My cousin stammered, refusing to answer directly, only managing to squeeze out a few ambiguous words: "It's alright." We all drank a little red wine. Auntie always had a smile on her face during the meal, and the alcohol made her blush even more beautiful.
After dinner, the three of us returned home. To our surprise, Uncle was already home.
It turned out he had taken leave from work to come back from out of town for Auntie's birthday, and he was flying back early the next morning. He hadn't given us advance notice, just to surprise Auntie. Who says engineering students aren't romantic?
Uncle brought gifts for all three of us, saying he knew we had all done well on our exams and encouraged us to keep up the good work. In front of my uncle, my aunt was like an excited young girl, as if she had returned to her youth. Yes, it had been three months since we last saw each other. What they would do tonight was obvious even without thinking.
My cousin and I went back to our rooms early. At eleven o'clock, the light in my cousin's room went out, but the light in my aunt's room next door was still faintly shining. The door was locked. I tried not to think about what was happening inside, but the more I thought about it, the hotter I became.
My beloved aunt was now being pressed down by my uncle, doing what a husband and wife should do. I couldn't equate my dignified aunt with that lewd atmosphere, even though everything they were doing was legal and perfectly natural.
The more I thought about it, the less I could sleep, so I climbed out the window, trying to catch any information, even just a little sound! Let me first describe the layout of the house. My room and my aunt's room share a long balcony. There is a door in her room that leads to the balcony, and there is also a window. My room didn't have a door leading to the balcony, but I could access it through a window.
I tiptoed to their window sill, hoping to find some clue. To my surprise, although they had drawn the curtains, a corner was still uncovered, and a sliver of light from the balcony was coming through it. The balcony was quiet; I could almost hear my own heartbeat.
I slowly peered closer and was immediately stunned by what I saw!
My aunt… she was giving my uncle oral sex!
My uncle was completely naked, hands on his hips, standing on the bed, his penis erect, while my aunt was kneeling on the bed, performing oral sex on him. Her usual updo was gone, replaced by a simple ponytail. Her bra was off, and she was only wearing underwear.
My aunt's face was full of desire, a stark contrast to how she had been in the hotel room just hours earlier. Her mouth wasn't very skilled at sucking and swallowing his penis; she was nowhere near as adept as the actresses in adult films. It was clear that she and her uncle didn't do this often.
But it was precisely this lack of experience that shocked me even more! Ever since I had the idea of conquering my aunt, although I had fantasized and had similar erotic dreams, they were all conventional imaginings; I had never imagined my aunt performing oral sex.
Involuntarily, I reached for my penis and started stroking it. Suddenly, my uncle's whole body began to tremble. He reached out and pressed my aunt's head down, thrusting his hips forward a few times. It seemed he couldn't hold back any longer. He ejaculated, shooting his load into my aunt's mouth. At the same time, my whole body went numb, and I couldn't help but ejaculate as well.
I could see that my uncle's expression was full of satisfaction and apology, while my aunt's face was full of dissatisfaction and resentment.
My aunt covered her mouth, suddenly stood up, and prepared to open the door to go to the bathroom. Suddenly remembering that she wasn't dressed, she had to go back to the bedside, take out a tissue, and vomit all over the tissue.
My aunt seemed quite angry, while my uncle kept whispering in her ear, as if saying, "Wife, I'm sorry, it's been too long since we've done this, and with your sucking, I just couldn't resist!" My aunt quickly went from angry to happy and lay down on the bed.
Once she was settled, my uncle began to seduce her, kissing her all over. From her cheeks to her chest, then to her genitals, he slowly pulled down her panties and kissed his way down the path. When he reached her feet, he lifted her legs, brought them to his nose, and inhaled deeply, licking the soles of her feet with his tongue, then taking her toes into his mouth.
My aunt probably felt ticklish from his licking and kept trying to pull her feet back, but my uncle held on tightly.
It seems my uncle shares this same hobby as me; after all, my aunt's feet are so alluring.
Seeing this, my penis became hard again, and I couldn't resist reaching out to masturbate.
After a while, my uncle's penis became erect again. Seeing this, my aunt got up, took a condom from the bedside table, opened it, and put it on my uncle before lying back down. My uncle lifted my aunt's legs, placed them on his shoulders, leaned forward, and began thrusting. While thrusting, he turned his head to kiss my aunt's feet. My aunt's head swayed constantly, her brows sometimes relaxed, sometimes furrowed, her eyes hazy, her teeth gently biting her lower lip.
After a few minutes, they changed positions. My aunt knelt on the bed, facing me, and my uncle entered her from behind. One of my aunt's hands was on the bed, while my uncle pulled the other hand behind her back and held it. Later, my uncle simply untied my aunt's ponytail, leaving her beautiful hair loose. Although I couldn't hear any sounds from inside, I could smell the lewd atmosphere.
Finally, they returned to the most traditional missionary position. A moment later, my uncle shuddered, his body went limp, and he gasped for breath, collapsing onto my aunt like a lump of mud. My aunt's face was filled with satisfaction; the emptiness of the past three months had been filled in an instant.
Seeing this, I ejaculated for the second time that day. After a while of tenderness, they got up, cleaned themselves up briefly, put on bathrobes, opened the door to the living room, peeked into my cousin's and my room, and went to the bathroom.
While they were away, I quickly climbed out the window and returned to my room. After the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and about ten minutes later, I saw from the balcony window that the light next door was off, so I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, changed my underwear, and hid it, intending to wash myself the next day.
Lying in bed, I realized that because my uncle was often away, my aunt's normal needs were not usually met. That's why she had acted so wildly earlier. My aunt just showed me a side of herself that no one else knows, and her image in my mind is slowly becoming more three-dimensional and complex. What can I do next?
Thinking about this, I drifted off to sleep!
(III)
When I woke up the next day, it was almost 11 o'clock. Since the end of the college entrance examination, I have rarely gotten up on time in the morning. At breakfast, my aunt called me a few times, but seeing that I could not get up, she stopped calling me. My cousin was in the same situation. After a big exam, he felt much more relaxed and also much lazier.
After getting up, I found that my uncle had already left, rushing back to the construction site. My cousin was already up, lying in bed reading, leaving only my aunt busy preparing lunch. I really couldn't reconcile the dignified young woman in my pajamas, her hair in a bun, with the disheveled, aroused woman I'd seen last night. But it was clear that her mood was completely different from yesterday. Watching
her busy figure, I was still thinking about last night's scene, and unconsciously blurted out, "North of the White Wolf River, news is cut off; south of the Phoenix City, the autumn night is long." My aunt, with her back to me, subconsciously uttered the next line, "Who is it that bears sorrow alone, yet cannot be seen, and the bright moon shines on the flowing yellow moonlight?" Perhaps it was a professional habit. Suddenly, my aunt froze, turned around to look at me, her face flushed, and said, "How did you become so glib? Making jokes like that, you've ruined a good poem! You're up so late, hurry up and wash up, it's almost lunchtime." Looking at my aunt's angry expression, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
After lunch, my aunt went to school for a work meeting, while my cousin and I changed our clothes and went to the school playground to play soccer. On the way, my cousin asked me, "Brother, why didn't you recite the first four lines of that poem today? If you had, I wonder what Mom's reaction would have been?" Wasn't this kid just pretending not to know? That
evening, she announced something to us: in two days, the school was organizing a trip to Mount Tai for the graduating class teachers, and since no one was home, they would be taking us along.
On the day of departure, everyone gathered at the school gate. The school provided two buses, and many teachers were traveling with their spouses or children. As we boarded the bus, a man's voice came from behind: "Teacher Liu, let me help you with your luggage!" We turned around and saw a male teacher, Yang Yuxuan, who had only been at the school for two years after graduating with his master's degree. He was also a Chinese language teacher, having just started teaching the first and second years of high school. Since new teachers don't teach graduating classes, he returned to the first year, which meant he was now in the same grade as my aunt.
If my aunt was the most beautiful female teacher in the school, then Mr. Yang was undoubtedly the most handsome male teacher. I had talked about him with my aunt before; I heard he had graduated from this school as well, and my aunt had even been his teacher when she was younger.
Mr. Yang was currently single. Although I hadn't attended his classes, I heard he had a strong foundation in classical Chinese and was also knowledgeable in music—a promising young teacher.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang! Let my two young men carry it!" My aunt politely declined Mr. Yang's offer.
After boarding the bus, my aunt and her good friend, Teacher Fang, sat together, while my cousin and I sat together. Teacher Fang's name is Fang Zixuan; she was my high school English teacher. She has a daughter, a year younger than me, who will be a senior in high school when school starts. Teacher Fang was actually my mother's classmate in junior and senior high school, and they're the same age, so I've known her for a long time.
Teacher Fang has a very cheerful and lively personality, very outgoing, and usually dresses quite provocatively, not at all conservative. This is completely different from my aunt, but her daughter, Li Ruoyun, is the complete opposite—like a younger version of my aunt. This mother-daughter duo, in terms of looks, are probably only slightly better than my aunt in the school.
Li Ruoyun was also on the bus today, sitting in the row behind my aunt and Teacher Fang, next to the principal's grandson. The principal, surnamed Ding, had a bureaucratic air about him, completely unlike an educator. He became the school principal despite widespread opposition, thanks to connections.
He spent most of his time currying favor with the education department leaders, paying no attention to the school's development itself. Despite his seemingly respectable appearance, he did many unsavory things in private. The teachers at the school all knew, but it was inconvenient for them to speak out.
His grandson, Ding Kai, was a classmate of my cousin in junior high. Now that he's moving up to the next grade, I don't know which class he'll be in. My cousin says the kid is very clever and precocious.
After the car started moving, Li Ruoyun suddenly turned to my cousin and said, "Jiang Li, let's switch seats. I need to talk to your brother. You can sit with your classmate." My cousin was reluctant, but he switched seats anyway.
Although Li Ruoyun usually seems very introverted, she's always very talkative around me.
I consider myself well-read, but I have to admire her extensive knowledge. She could talk about everything from the pre-Qin philosophers to Tang and Song poetry, from Sima Qian's Records of the Grand Historian to Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, from Socrates to Sartre—she could say a thing or two about each. Although at our age, we couldn't delve into very deep topics, the breadth of her knowledge was already quite remarkable. Probably few people in her class could discuss these topics with her.
My cousin and Ding Kai were whispering amongst themselves.
When we arrived at the foot of Mount Tai, opinions were divided on whether to take a car or walk. The younger people wanted to walk, while some middle-aged and older teachers wanted to take the car. So we split into two groups: one continued by car, and the other chose to walk.
My aunt and Teacher Fang chose to continue by car, while my cousin and I wanted to get off and walk. My aunt was worried about us, and at that moment, Teacher Yang said to her, "Teacher Liu, you can take the car up without worry. I'll take care of these children; I'll walk with them." "Thank you so much, Teacher Yang," my aunt said gratefully.
Ding Kai wasn't there this time; he went up the mountain by car with his grandfather. Li Ruoyun, seeing I was going to hike, got out of the car too, saying she'd accompany me despite the danger.
During those few hours of hiking, I finally had close contact with Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang was Li Ruoyun's Chinese teacher for her first and second years of high school. Before, all my information about him came from Li Ruoyun, but during those hours of conversation, I discovered he was indeed an excellent young teacher.
If Li Ruoyun's knowledge was broad, then Mr. Yang's expertise in classical Chinese, history, and music was quite profound. We four had a lot in common on the topics of literature and history, chatting and laughing along the way, not treating him as a teacher, but as an older brother. In this pleasant mood, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Mount Tai.
Later, I discovered that Mr. Yang was also a football fan, the same team as my cousin and me, which made us like him even more. But then Li Ruoyun became unhappy, saying, "No wonder so many people become football widows every time the World Cup or European Cup comes around!" Later, we learned from Teacher Yang that when he was in middle school, his aunt was his homeroom teacher. At that time, his parents were away on business and he lived with his grandparents. One day, he was in a car accident after school. Because his grandparents were old and in poor health, his aunt took care of him while he was hospitalized. At that time, my cousin had just started elementary school, and my aunt had to juggle both, which was very difficult for her.
I asked my cousin if he remembered this. My cousin looked blank!
After seven hours of climbing, we finally reached the top of the mountain. Those who had gone up earlier had already arranged accommodations for us.
My aunt, my cousin, and I shared a triple room. After everyone had showered, I offered to give my aunt a foot massage, which surprised her! I insisted, saying that I had just learned how and I had to try. After my repeated requests, my aunt finally agreed. Actually, I knew nothing about foot massage. Although I had learned a little from videos, I mostly just wanted to take this opportunity to get close to my aunt's feet. Perhaps because of the fatigue from hiking, my cousin had already fallen asleep.
Finally, I had the chance to hold my aunt's delicate feet in my hands and play with them. This was one of my long-cherished goals, and I couldn't lose control because of my eagerness. If I did, I would never have another chance. I had to make this a regular thing in the future, so that I would have the opportunity to do it every day.
So, I imitated what I saw in the video, carefully rubbing and pounding. My aunt was leaning against the headboard, texting with someone. Every time I touched a sore spot, my aunt would furrow her brow slightly and let out a soft groan. Every time I heard that groan and saw her furrow her brow, I felt like I was being electrocuted.
For most women, the little toe is the hardest to maintain, because high heels often cause it to deform, making it different from the other toes. But my aunt's feet were exceptionally well-maintained, without any deformation. Each toe was slender and graceful, and her toenails were crystal clear, unlike some people's feet which are either uneven or dull in color.
I thought they were beautiful from afar, but holding them in my hands, I realized they were even more beautiful than I had imagined! No wonder my uncle put her feet in his mouth that night. One day I'll do the same, because they're simply a perfect work of art.
When I finished the massage, my aunt was already asleep. I gently called her name a few times, but she didn't answer. So, trembling slightly, I brought my nose to her feet and took a deep breath. She had just showered; there was no smell, only the fragrance of shower gel. I then pressed my lips to her feet and gently kissed them.
I couldn't do anything out of line now, because the time was far from right. My reason was still able to control my desire.
Although it was summer, it was still very cold on the mountaintop. After covering my aunt with a blanket, I went to bed myself. The fatigue from the climb quickly lulled me to sleep.
In the latter half of the night, I was half-asleep, glancing at the bed next to mine. It was empty! Why was my aunt's bed empty? I was instantly wide awake, threw on my coat, and got up. My cousin was still fast asleep, but my aunt was gone!
What had happened? I had to find out!
(IV)
I got out of bed, dressed, and immediately opened the door and left the room. Strangely, none of the lights in the hotel corridor were on. Only a sliver of moonlight shone at the end of the corridor, its reach limited. The objects outside the window, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared elongated and distorted in the narrow corridor, looking quite eerie. How could the summit of Mount Tai be so quiet at night? It was eerily quiet!
The long, quiet corridor, the eerie moonlight—it all felt so much like the horror movies I'd seen. I almost went back to my room, but my concern for my aunt's whereabouts quickly overcame my fear, and I decided to continue searching.
Actually, I was completely disoriented, unsure where to begin, just wandering aimlessly. All the doors were locked; I couldn't possibly break them down.
At the end of the corridor, I found a door slightly ajar, letting in a sliver of light and strange noises.
I hesitated, then stopped. This was Principal Ding's room; pushing it open abruptly might lead to something embarrassing.
I gently pushed the door open a crack, then held it shut to prevent it from opening completely. Peeking inside, I was immediately stunned by what I saw!
Principal Ding was completely naked, leaning against the wall, each hand holding a dog collar around the neck of one of the women. One of the women, completely naked with her hair down, was kneeling on the floor, performing oral sex on Principal Ding. I couldn't make out who she was. The other woman was out of my sight because she was blocked by the aisle in the room. However, I could hear her moaning, clearly because she was being gagged.
Just as I was caught in a dilemma, Principal Ding suddenly said, "Yan Nu, Xuan Nu, how are you going to serve your master tonight?" Hearing this, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I immediately pushed open the door and rushed in. When Principal Ding saw me, he was completely unconcerned; in fact, his face was full of disdain and superiority!
When I pushed open the door and rushed in, the scene inside stunned me. The woman who had just been performing oral sex on Principal Ding was Teacher Fang, while my aunt, dressed in a uniform, was tied to a chair. Her hands were bound behind her head, and her legs were tied to the armrests, forming an "M" shape. As I expected, a gag was in her mouth, and saliva dripped from a small hole, accompanied by muffled moans. Her chest was soaked, and her uniform buttons were undone, her bra torn off, and two ropes were tied around her chest, making her breasts appear even more prominent. Her stockings were torn in several places. The other end of the dog collar around her neck was tugged at Principal Ding's hand.
Upon seeing me, my aunt and Teacher Fang's eyes were filled with terror. My anger flared, and just as I was about to punch Principal Ding, I suddenly felt a blow to the back of the head. My vision went black, and I lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground.
I jolted awake, seeing only the ceiling of my room. It was then I realized that everything that had just happened was a nightmare. I let out a long sigh of relief and turned to look at my aunt's bed. Suddenly, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning again—my aunt wasn't in bed. If what had just happened was a nightmare, then this was real!
I tugged at my ear; it hurt, so what I was seeing now wasn't a dream.
I got up and touched my aunt's blanket; it was cold, meaning she'd been gone for at least an hour. I checked my phone: four in the morning. I felt a real sense of panic.
No, no, I had to calm down. My aunt had been texting before going to sleep; maybe there were clues in those messages. Luckily, she hadn't taken her phone. But when I checked her phone's messages, I found that all the records had been deleted.
The last flicker of hope I'd felt was instantly extinguished.
Just then, I heard a sound outside the door. I quickly lay back down, pretending not to wake up. This time, it was my aunt answering. Where had she been?
After my aunt returned, she quickly lay down again, but I couldn't fall asleep. My mind kept racing with all sorts of thoughts, good and bad. I stayed awake until dawn.
The next day, I wasn't as enthusiastic about the trip as I had the day before. Li Ruoyun found it strange and asked me what was wrong. I didn't say anything, just gave a wry smile. She didn't ask again.
We arrived at the Double-Bundled Stele, the only Tang Dynasty stele on Mount Tai, erected in the sixth year of the Xianqing era of Emperor Gaozong of Tang. Its unique design consists of two identical long, rectangular stones joined together, inlaid on the same base and top. Because the two stones stand side by side, resembling mandarin ducks perched together, it is also called the "Mandarin Duck Stele." For Emperor Gaozong, the double-bound stele symbolized the inseparable love between the emperor and empress, full of tender affection. For Empress Wu Zetian, the emperor and empress standing side by side signified that they shared the same sky and the same land, an implication of the emperor and empress ruling the world together.
Standing before this stele, Li Ruoyun and Teacher Yang naturally discussed the historical anecdotes again, expressing some感慨 (feelings
of deep emotion). However, this time, my enthusiasm for conversation wasn't as strong! Teacher Yang said, "Li Zhi's attachment to older women was sown from a young age, not something that developed after meeting Wu Zetian. He lost his mother at a young age, and Emperor Taizong asked Consort Xue, a concubine of Emperor Gaozu, to be Li Zhi's tutor. She was the daughter of Xue Daohang, a famous minister of the Sui Dynasty. The virtuous, kind, and benevolent Consort Xue was not only Li Zhi's tutor but also, objectively, played the role of Li Zhi's mother. A few years later, Li Zhi became even more attached to Consort Xue. In February of the first year of Xianqing, this Lady Xue felt that her responsibility for his upbringing was complete." Cheng, became a nun, with the Dharma name Baocheng. The famous monk Xuanzang personally ordained her, and Emperor Gaozong specially built a temple for her in the palace called Helin Temple. Later, when Emperor Taizong fell seriously ill, Li Zhi met Wu Zetian while serving him, and they developed an illicit relationship, which was also related to his early experiences. "So there's such a story," Li Ruoyun said. "So Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi had a mother complex from a young age, and his marriage to Wu Zetian was also a matter of fate!" Teacher Yang and I didn't reply. My aunt and cousin seemed thoughtful.
Shortly after finishing our trip to Mount Tai, my uncle finished his current project and returned home, but he brought back news that was good or bad for different people. He had received a notice from his superiors that he would be leaving in mid-August to undertake a foreign aid project for a country in Africa. The project had a long duration, and the possibility of returning home in between was relatively low.
Therefore, he hoped that after school started, even though I lived on campus, I would still come back often, because my cousin, who was in high school, also lived on campus, and didn't have as much free time as I did in university. After he left, only my aunt was left at home. He was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to do many things alone at
home, and that the house would be too quiet, so he wanted me to come back more often. Of course, I wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to be alone with my aunt, so I
reassured my uncle that I would definitely help her with various tasks and wouldn't let her work too hard. Although my aunt was slightly dissatisfied with my uncle's sudden trip abroad for aid work, she had long been used to the years of being apart, and coupled with her naturally gentle personality, she quickly stopped complaining.
I quickly stopped over-interpreting the strange things that happened that night, because I believed that I would soon find out the truth. What was more important to me was how to seduce her while my uncle was abroad and my aunt and I were alone. I couldn't miss this golden opportunity! I had to make a plan.
These past few days, I've tried sneaking peeks at my aunt and uncle making love again, but my luck seems to be consistently bad; the curtains haven't been drawn properly like last time. Each time, I go with hope and leave disappointed.
Because there are so many people at home, I haven't had the chance or the courage to peek at my aunt showering these past few days.
During this time, I tutored Li Ruoyun in math a few times, a task assigned by my aunt and Teacher Fang, which I dared not neglect until their grade started school early.
The day my uncle was to leave the country was drawing closer, and my aunt, cousin, and I were all busy helping him prepare and buy everything he needed for his trip. The night before his departure, my aunt checked his luggage repeatedly, afraid of forgetting anything. That night, they went to their room early, and needless to say, they had another round of sweet nothings. They didn't sleep a wink, while I lay in bed thinking about what happened next door, tossing and turning.
After seeing my uncle off, my aunt was a little sad, but the subsequent preparations for the start of school quickly made her forget her sadness. After the internal class assignment list was released, following school practice, my aunt remained my cousin's homeroom teacher. Principal Ding also assigned his grandson to my aunt's class.
With the start of the new school year approaching, although she hadn't officially started work yet, my aunt had been frequently going to school lately. I found this strange and asked her about it. She explained that the school was preparing a welcome party for the new students this year, and teachers and students from each grade were preparing performances. My aunt was rehearsing for one of the performances.
When I asked her what the performance was, she kept it a secret, saying I'd find out that night when I came to see it. Since she said so, I definitely had to go and see.
While my uncle was home, I didn't dare massage my aunt's feet, but now that he was gone, I made the request again. My aunt was tired from rehearsing every day, so she happily agreed. I was more than happy to oblige, and so, massaging her feet after work every day became an essential part of her routine. The only drawback was that she always insisted on showering before letting me massage her; she never let me massage her before showering.
September 1st was the official start of high school. My cousin went to live at school. Friday evening, September 4th, was the welcome party. Our university registration date was September 8th, so on the evening of the 4th, I returned to my high school to see what my aunt would perform. I was so excited about the mystery that was about to be revealed!
(V)
On September 4th, I returned to my high school with questions in mind. When the party started, it wasn't completely dark yet. Songs, dances, and instrumental performances were performed one after another. I have to admit that there were many talented people among the teachers and students at the school, but my mind wasn't on the performances at all. Every time a performance started, I was thinking about whether my aunt would be performing next.
As it gradually got dark, the stage lights were turned on. At this time, the announcer announced the name of the upcoming performance: the dance "Nobody," performed by Liu Hanyan and Fang Zixuan... What, did I hear that right? My usually quiet aunt was actually dancing such an energetic dance? It would have been more like Teacher Fang dancing.
I wasn't mistaken; my aunt, Teacher Fang, and four other female teachers were wearing specially designed pink, form-fitting Chinese-style dresses with rather voluminous short skirts and gold high heels. Their legs were bare, without stockings. Because these female teachers were already quite tall, their bare thighs immediately drew everyone's attention. I'd never seen my aunt wear such a high skirt before.
The entire room was silent at first, then suddenly erupted in thunderous applause and cheers. Usually, we were used to seeing teachers in formal professional attire; this sudden change in appearance completely overturned the students' impressions of their teachers, bridging the gap between teachers and students considerably.
Once the dance began, we realized it was a tango version. So who was my aunt's male partner? A few seconds later, the answer was revealed: it was Teacher Yang. Honestly, Mr. Yang's dancing is superb. Even someone who doesn't know dance can see he's the soul of the performance.
Under his guidance, my aunt
's movements were excellent, her cross steps, kicks, jumps, and spins dazzling. Every time my aunt lifted her leg, it elicited screams from the students below. No wonder, because every time she lifted her leg, she would lean against Mr. Yang, and a fleeting glimpse would appear under her skirt.
Actually, the teachers performing this act were already wearing white leggings, so there was no possibility of any wardrobe malfunction; the students below knew this too. But it was precisely this fleeting glimpse that created endless room for imagination.
The young and handsome male teacher, paired with the mature and elegant female teacher, Mr. Yang and my aunt—this pair was a perfect match. Not to mention the other couples, even the usually fiery Ms. Fang couldn't compete with my aunt's pair for attention.
The tango version of "Nobody" quickly ended. My aunt, Ms. Fang, and several other female teachers retreated backstage, and the male teachers left the stage. However, the announcer didn't announce the next performance, and the music didn't stop. The stage lights dimmed. The screams and cheers from the students below immediately subsided.
In the darkness, several more people could be seen coming onto the stage; they were clearly several well-built women, but their identities were unclear. When the lights came back on, the audience erupted in a frenzy, the atmosphere reaching its peak.
It turned out that the female teachers who had gone backstage had changed their outfits and returned to the stage. This time, they danced the standard version. They had changed into tight-fitting gold sequined dresses, short, bodycon skirts, and black stockings, still wearing gold high heels.
My aunt surprised me again; I didn't recall her ever wearing black stockings. The students, naturally, hadn't expected their usually dignified teachers to wear such revealing clothes. Therefore, the atmosphere remained at its peak for a long time, showing no signs of abating.
Accompanied by fast-paced music, every hip sway and leg lift of the female teachers elicited screams from the boys below. Bathed in the light and shimmering reflections from the lights and sequins, the boys and girls were incredibly excited, shouting, "Teacher Liu! Teacher Liu!" "Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang!"
Near the end of the dance, one of the boys suddenly yelled, "So sexy!" In the midst of the cacophony, those three words stood out, and many people probably heard them. But in that situation, everyone just laughed it off, and no one bothered to find out who shouted it.
Actually, in this round of dancing, Teacher Fang performed much better than my aunt. My aunt was a little reserved, and her movements weren't very polished, but she didn't make any mistakes.
Among the cheering crowd, I spotted my cousin. Unlike the enthusiastic reactions of his classmates, my cousin's expression was complex; he remained seated, without any dramatic movement.
When the party ended, since it was the weekend, my cousin and I waited for our aunt to go home. Our aunt had already taken off her sequined dress and changed into a simple business suit. However, she hadn't taken off her black stockings or changed them into her usual flesh-colored stockings.
On the way home, our aunt asked my cousin and me, "Jiang Li, Qiu Yun, how did I do? Did I make any mistakes?" My cousin didn't answer, but I quickly said, "Of course you did! Auntie danced very well. It completely exceeded my expectations." Our aunt smiled, "Besides me and Teacher Fang, the other teachers are all young, so they learned this dance faster." I said, "Teacher Fang is the same age as my mother, but she dances the best and learns the fastest. Teacher Fang isn't old, and since she's not old, Auntie is even younger!" Hearing me say that, our aunt smiled happily, and she really seemed to have become much younger, as if she had returned to her university days. Our aunt took my
cousin's arm with one hand and mine with the other, and we walked home like that. Sigh, I'm so old, and she still treats me like a child! But since she was willing to hold my arm, I accepted it readily, while my cousin seemed quite uncomfortable.
After we got home, the three of us took a shower, and my cousin went to bed early. As usual these past few days, I continued to massage my aunt. After more than a month of learning and practicing foot massage, my skills have improved significantly, and my aunt has gotten used to it. No, it should have become her daily routine.
Soon we turned off the lights and went to sleep.
After I lay down in bed, I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking about my aunt's performance on stage that day. I tossed and turned, unable to calm down, and didn't know what time it was, so I got up to go to the bathroom. But I found that the bathroom light was still on. I thought my aunt or cousin had gotten up and forgotten to turn it off, but when I went over, I realized that someone was in the bathroom.
To be precise, someone was in the main bathroom. If you need to use the bathroom, there's no need to turn on the main bathroom light as well. I approached quietly and heard heavy breathing inside. The door was locked, so I crouched down and peered through the lower shelf. I froze, stunned.
My cousin was inside, completely naked, masturbating. I saw him just as he was about to ejaculate. In his left hand, he held my aunt's unwashed white silk underwear to his nose, sniffing it. In his right hand, he held the black silk underwear she had worn that day, stroking his penis. Suddenly, I saw him clench his buttocks, thrust forward, and a thick stream of semen shot out, spraying onto the bathroom wall.
I quickly and quietly retreated to my room. I was both shocked and delighted. Delighted that my cousin had grown up and had his own physical needs; appropriate masturbation was essential before adulthood. Shocked that he would use his mother's underwear to masturbate. Although it's not necessarily a problem for teenage boys to do this occasionally, it still felt ethically questionable.
But isn't my emotional attachment to my aunt ethically questionable? Am I allowed to scheme to win her over, while he's not allowed to have any other thoughts? Besides, she's his mother; I should be the one feeling guilty towards him. Torn by this inner conflict, I can't sleep.
My cousin used to be very attached to my aunt, acting like a girl since childhood. But lately, he's been acting very strangely, avoiding her, especially since the second semester of his final year of junior high. Except when he's playing soccer, he acts like a boy.
Before, he would often beg and cuddle with my aunt, and she would always be overjoyed and dote on him. But in the last six months, he's not only less affectionate, but he even avoids her when she tries to hug him.
My aunt mentioned this to me, but we all thought it was just a common teenage problem and didn't pay much attention. Now it seems there might be a deeper reason.
The more I thought about it, the more questions arose. Was my cousin's behavior today just a typical teenage impulse, or was there something else going on? I decided to check his computer after he left home to find out the reason.
I like my aunt, and therefore I like my little cousin too, so I need to pay attention to this issue and figure out what's going on in his mind. I can't let him go down a dangerous and evil path, like engaging in rape or prostitution at such a young age.
Of course, I wouldn't tell my aunt what I saw that night. My cousin was home all weekend and didn't have the opportunity. Finally, on Sunday night, he went back to school to live, and my aunt went to school for evening self-study. I turned on my cousin's computer.
The desktop was clean, nothing was there, and the browsing history had long been cleared. Well, I'll look inside the computer then. It's not surprising that middle school students this age have some adult movies on their computers; it would be abnormal if they didn't!
However, after a quick glance, I couldn't find where the files were. So I started searching for .avi files and finally found the hidden movie on the E drive. This folder contained adult films and photos of actresses like Matsushima Kaede, Sakuragi Rin, Shiina Yuna, Hara Saori, and Ogura Nana—nothing particularly special. It was also very well organized, which is typical of my cousin.
Inside this folder, I found another locked folder. I tried several possible passwords, but all were wrong. I tried entering my aunt's birthday, and this time, finally, there was no incorrect password message, and I gained access to that folder.
[The End]

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