【The beautiful aunt】(01)

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Chapter
1

I left my hometown in 2007 and studied in other cities. After graduating from university, I joined a
foreign company and was soon dispatched to the Malaysian branch. I worked there for two years, but due to significant ideological
conflicts , I resigned, giving up my high-paying job.

Suddenly having so much free time felt a bit strange, but mostly I felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Since I had some spare money, I didn't plan to immediately look for another job.

I decided to go back to my hometown for a while. Besides being a great place for relaxation and
having a deep attachment to my hometown, there
was I wanted to see my aunt.

The reason was difficult to talk about, but it was because I had several illicit sexual encounters with her during my teenage years.
That wonderful feeling remained unforgettable for years. Although I had several girlfriends since university,
I never felt that any of them could give me the same wonderful sexual experience as my aunt.

In my memory, my aunt was a tall, slender woman with long hair, a small face, and delicate features.
In the countryside, she was definitely one of the most beautiful women. Her breasts weren't large, but they were full and firm, with nipples
as red as mulberries. Her slender waist connected beautifully to her hips in a graceful S-curve, and her thighs were long and straight.
Especially her lower body, which was always wet, so tight it was almost suffocating.

In short, that wonderful feeling is unforgettable, although many details have become
blurred with time, even influenced by my own imagination.

Singapore is a city-state with extremely convenient transportation, so I didn't buy a car there. After returning to China,
I decided to go back to my

hometown and bought a BMW 5 Series GT. This car is enough for me to show off when I go back home. This is probably a tradition; Chinese people have a
strong sense of bringing honor to their ancestors. Although I've been immersed in life outside for many years and experienced many other cultures,
many rural concepts are still deeply rooted in my soul.

If I returned in a disheveled state, I would surely be ridiculed and looked down upon by the villagers. Returning in
triumph would bring praise not only to myself but also to my entire family. I had to earn
that honor.

Since I was returning alone, and my hometown, as I remembered it, had changed beyond recognition, I even
got lost . After asking a villager in my broken local dialect, I turned back and drove for over ten kilometers before
finally seeing the mountain pass at the village entrance.

The mountain pass is the geographical coordinate of our village; it used to be a rather high mountain. The year I left the village,
the villagers worked together to carve a road down the mountainside, creating a path to the outside world. Inside was
a reclaimed area of about two square kilometers on the mountainside.

Now, the road into the village is paved.

Entering the village, I found the rice paddies still there, but the original mud houses had been replaced by two- or three-
story buildings. Only a few mud houses remained on the high mountain behind the original site.

Crossing the road flanked by rice paddies, I reached a T-junction where I saw several women
chatting.

I rolled down the car window and leaned out; they all turned to look at me.

I coughed, a little timid, afraid they'd
laugh at my rusty hometown dialect.

"Hey, isn't this the second son of the Li family?" one woman whispered to the others.

I'm the second oldest brother in my family, so they all called me "Second Son" when I was little.

Seeing someone recognize me, I immediately relaxed. I waved and asked, "Excuse
me , how do I get to Li Xunming's house?"

Li Xunming is my uncle.

"Are you Second Son?" The woman stood up and walked over with a smile.

I nodded.

She immediately exclaimed in surprise, as if she'd discovered something amazing, telling me who she was and asking if I
'd completely forgotten her.

I chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover it up by saying I'd been gone too long and many people really didn't recognize me.

She immediately introduced herself, but I still couldn't remember who she was.

"Hey, Zhang Wanxue, your nephew's back!"

someone called out. I looked in the direction she was waving and saw a
tall, slender woman in a white mid-length trench coat carrying some things out of a house.

"You must know your aunt, right?" the woman who had spoken to me first asked, raising her voice.

I nodded and thanked them. I started the car and drove towards the house about a hundred meters ahead. The closer I got to
the woman, the more nervous and excited I became, my heart pounding faster. My mind was naturally filled with
unspeakable, wicked thoughts.

After I could clearly see the woman's face, I immediately recognized her as my aunt. I waved excitedly at her.
She stood there blankly, without any obvious expression.

After parking the car next to her, I quickly opened the door and got out.

My aunt instinctively took a step back.

"Auntie, it's me, Li Cong," I introduced myself excitedly. My eyes quickly scanned my aunt
. It had been so many years since I'd last seen my aunt. She hadn't changed much, except that her mature charm had intensified.
She was still slender, wearing a thin white sweater that revealed the same subtle curves of her chest as I remembered, like
two rounded hills. Over this, she wore a white mid-length trench coat, and thin black stockings
that hugged her long legs, topped with high heels.

With improved living conditions, her style of dress had naturally changed, giving her a more
serene air.

My aunt blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering. Finally, she smiled.

"Erwazi, it's been so many years since you've come back. Why didn't you call before you came back so we could
prepare?"

I waved my hand. "No need to prepare, I just wanted to surprise you."

My aunt nodded, showing no sign of the joy I'd expected from my appearance. She
glanced at the car .

"You came back alone?"

I nodded. The elders in my family hadn't contacted their relatives in many years, all because we went south...
After Fangcheng, a series of loan requests caused a rift, severing ties with many relatives.

My aunt said "Oh." I looked up and realized she wasn't at home, but
at a supermarket.

I invited her to get in the car and go home, but she said she'd walk and told me to go first. I said
I didn't know the way, and she finally got in.

Once inside, I felt a chill. I could clearly sense her distance; she was completely
different from before.

I kept glancing at her, my earlier displeasure vanishing instantly. My mind was filled with strange
thoughts . My crotch was as hard as an iron rod. I have a very strong sex drive; my second girlfriend
broke up with me because she couldn't handle my demands.

After driving for a few minutes, my aunt told me to stop and said we were home. She opened the door first, letting me park the car in the
yard .

As she got out, my gaze immediately fell on her long legs. My aunt is 164 cm tall,
which is quite tall for a woman, making her legs appear long and slender.

Looking at her long legs in black stockings, I felt even more uneasy, a burning desire simmering
in my heart.

Her gait was somewhat seductive, always swaying slightly.

"Drive in,"

she called, snapping me out of my reverie. I drove the car into the yard.

The yard was quite large, with some flowers arranged along the wall. They were in full bloom at this time of year.

After getting out of the car, I first observed my aunt's house; it was a two-story building. The yard was very quiet.

"Come inside, no one knows you're back today. I'll call your uncle and have him come back,"
my aunt said, opening the gate.

I quickly stopped her, "No rush, I'll be staying home for a while."

Once inside, I didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on a chair. My aunt got a cup to pour me some water.
I stared at my aunt, but because of her trench coat, I couldn't see anything except for a pair of slender legs.

"Have some water," my aunt said, handing me a cup.

I smiled and reached out, intentionally touching her fingers. They were smooth and delicate, but being a country
girl, she had done some manual labor; they couldn't compare to the gentle, soft hands of a young girl.

My aunt didn't flinch at all, acting remarkably naturally.

"Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?" she asked.

I shook my head, saying I'd already eaten lunch in town.

My aunt said "Oh," and crossed her fingers, seemingly unsure what to do next. I gestured
to the chair next to me, inviting her to sit down and chat. Everything else felt so awkward.

My aunt smiled and sat down, saying I hadn't been back for so long; when I left, I wasn't even as tall as her, but now I looked like
a big boss, and she was a little unaccustomed to it.

To quickly break the awkwardness, I started a conversation with her. I learned
from my aunt that my uncle had been taking on small construction projects in the county town for the past few years and rarely came home. My cousin, a high
school freshman in the county, also rarely came back, leaving her often alone at home.

After chatting about family and relatives, I took a sip of water and changed the subject, asking, "Auntie, you
must be thirty-six this year, right?"

My aunt looked somewhat surprised, "You still remember that? Yes. Am I getting old?"

She laughed as she spoke.

I shook my head and praised my aunt for still looking young and beautiful. This was half true and half false. My aunt looked
like a woman in her thirties, but not thirty-six; she looked more like thirty-one or thirty-two.
Rural life, no matter how much it changes, is always tough. So people age faster. Many people in their thirties and forties
really do look old.

My aunt, in terms of both appearance and skin, was very well-maintained. While we were chatting, I kept
looking my aunt up and down. Her skin was still very firm, and you could only see a few fine
lines . Her bright eyes, delicate nose, and red lips remained unchanged. Because my aunt's thin sweater was tight-fitting, her figure was clearly
visible . There wasn't an ounce of excess fat; she was as slender as a young girl. This was probably
related to the fact that my aunt had always been very thin.

My aunt then asked me about my situation, and I told her everything, except for a small lie: I said
I had resigned because I planned to come back and start my own company.

My aunt became happier as she listened, and the awkwardness and unfamiliarity between us gradually dissipated.

There was no one else at home. I wanted to recall some past events, but I didn't dare to speak of them, after all, it was
many years ago, and I didn't know if my aunt's state of mind had changed significantly. If I rashly revealed them,
and she scolded me, I would be utterly ashamed.

When we ran out of things to talk about, we heard voices outside. My aunt and I got up together and saw
several people from the village. They greeted me warmly as soon as they saw me. I smiled back and went up to offer them cigarettes; several even
shook my hand.

Everyone stopped in the courtyard, scrutinizing my car. They all said I'd made a fortune.
I accepted the flattery, but also felt a little embarrassed. It was true I'd earned a fair amount, but far from
being rich.

Suddenly, a villager angrily began to berate me, saying my parents hadn't
returned with a conscience. Before he could finish, he was stopped by someone nearby. Realizing his slip of the tongue, he chuckled
dryly.

Some of the visitors were neighbors, others were relatives. I could only chat warmly with them.
Soon after everyone settled in the courtyard, more people arrived.

That's how it is in my hometown; when someone returns from out of town, they always come to say hello and chat.

My aunt brought out some food and warmly welcomed them. During the conversation, I kept glancing at my aunt.
The more I looked, the more I liked her. Except for her not-so-large breasts, her slender waist and long legs were very eye-catching; I have a bit of a leg fetish.

It wasn't until evening, when my aunt had prepared dinner, that they finally left. After closing the courtyard gate and sitting down at the table
, my aunt suddenly laughed.

"It's a good thing no one came to borrow money from you, or they would have scared you away."

My heart sank; I felt a chill run down my spine at her words, as if she were mocking my parents for not lending money to everyone in the past. So I
explained to my aunt that during the years we moved to the city, our family wasn't well-off either; we only became better off later.
It wasn't that we didn't want to lend money back then; we just genuinely couldn't afford it.

"I know," my aunt said, placing a piece of meat on my plate. "That's how people are here. As soon as relatives
find out someone has money, they all rush to ask for help. Even if someone is rich, they can't borrow enough. But they
don't understand."

I nodded in deep agreement, a sudden fear creeping into my heart. What if someone came to borrow money from me?
Would I lend it or not?

After dinner, I went to get my suitcase and all the gifts I'd bought for my family back home. My aunt led me upstairs,
letting me stay in my cousin's room, saying she'd make up my own bed later, so I could make do for now.

After putting my things away, I took out the ruby earrings I'd bought for my aunt and went to the living room, only to find she'd already
gone downstairs.

I could only sit on the sofa with the box and wait. After finishing a cigarette, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway.

Turning around, I saw my aunt just as she was pushing open the door. I immediately stood up and held out the box: "Auntie,
I bought you a gift."

My aunt quickly came over, took the box, and opened it while asking, "What is it?"

"See for yourself."

My aunt took out two earrings, frowned slightly, looked at them for a while, and then looked up and asked, "Are they real?"

"Yes, I really bought them for you." Only after saying that did I realize that my aunt was probably asking if
the rubies were real. I said confidently, "Of course they're real, they're quite expensive. If it weren't for you, Auntie,
I wouldn't have been able to afford to give them to you."

My aunt pouted her red lips and smiled slightly: "How could I accept that? Your uncle has never given me anything so
nice ."

I chuckled: "I'm making money now, you've been so good to me before, it's only right."

My aunt hummed in agreement, said thank you, and went into her room. After she came out, my aunt turned on
the TV and sat on the sofa next to me.

My gaze slowly moved up from my aunt's legs to her face. A burning desire surged within me, and I longed
to rush up and pull her into my arms, to grope her all over.

"Go take a shower first, get some rest. Driving that far back must be tiring," my aunt said, turning around.

I nodded.

As she led me to the bathroom door, she told me everything she needed was ready. As she turned away
, I casually nudged her chest with my elbow, though it didn't feel very real through her bra.

She gave me a strange look but said nothing and walked away.

After my shower, back in the living room, she told me to go to my room and rest.

I said I wasn't sleepy and sat down to watch TV, but really, I just wanted to see her.

During the commercials, she took out her phone. On a whim, I took out my phone and asked, "Auntie,
do you use WeChat?"

My aunt nodded. "Of course, everyone uses it, right? Why do you use it in Singapore too?"

"No, I only started using it after I came back. I don't have many friends. Let me add you."

My aunt got up and walked over, sitting down next to me and handing me her phone. "Scan my
QR code."

After adding her, she immediately accepted. She told me the Wi-Fi password and then got up and sat back down
.

I looked at my aunt's WeChat Moments; there wasn't anything I wanted to see. I deliberately yawned, got up, and went back to my room.

I played a couple of games on the bed, and when I saw there was no sound outside, a thought immediately formed in my mind. Tonight was such
a good opportunity; I couldn't let it slip away. But sitting up was a bit of a dilemma.

Just as I was hesitating, a WeChat notification sounded. I opened it and saw it was from my aunt, asking
if I was asleep.

My heart leaped with joy, and I replied, "I think I'm having trouble sleeping, I can't fall asleep."

"What should we do? There's no computer at home for you to play with."

"I brought my computer. Auntie, are you sleepy? Want me to come over and chat with you for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy. If you want to chat, just chat on WeChat. You don't need to come to my room, hehe."

This made me a little annoyed. I stopped talking, and my aunt also quieted down.
I hesitated . I felt I couldn't have come back for nothing. Even if I couldn't get her quickly, I should at least try to get some information out of her.

After mentally preparing myself, I sent a message: "Auntie, I really want to go back to when I was little. I remember that year it
rained heavily, with thunder and lightning. I could even run over and sleep with you."

My aunt quickly replied: "Get lost, how old are you? You still want to sleep with your auntie?"

"Yes, I do."

"But that's impossible."

I deliberately split the message into two parts.

My first time with my aunt was on that stormy night. I was home alone and was
genuinely terrified. My aunt, concerned for me, invited me to sleep with her. We clung tightly to each other, and as we drifted off to sleep,
I slipped my hand inside her clothes. She tried to resist a few times, but eventually gave in. At that time, I
asked her many questions about sex.

She gave me detailed explanations, though they were essentially educational. Later,
somehow , her hand touched my genitals. Then she told me something and warned me not to tell anyone. Outside, thunder and
lightning raged, and inside, it was pitch black. Under my aunt's guidance, I had my first time. I don't remember the specific
details . I only remember that her vagina felt incredibly warm and tight. There's no
better experience in the world.

It was a long time before I had a second time, but soon after, my family moved to a city in the south.

I think my aunt might have been confused when she had sex with me back then; after all, my uncle was often away from home,
and she was suffering alone in her room.

Aunt: "Of course not, you're not a child anymore."

I replied again: "But I remember those days very clearly, I'll never forget them."

This time, Aunt didn't reply for a long time.

I was getting anxious, so I continued: "Aunt, are you asleep?"

Aunt: "No... You really remember those days?"

Me: "Yes, how could I forget?"

Aunt: "You're all grown up now, let's not talk about it. Aunt was confused at the time, and actually, Aunt
regretted it later, feeling like she had hurt you. Luckily, you're doing well, otherwise I would feel guilty."

Seeing that Aunt wasn't avoiding the past, I felt a little more at ease and continued: "Aunt,
don't say that. That was the most wonderful experience of my life."

Aunt: "Don't talk nonsense. What's so great about your aunt? You've met so many
good girls out there all these years, you just didn't know how to cherish them. Forget about the past, don't think about it."

Me: "I really can't forget, Aunt. You don't know how excited I was to see you when I came back.
Can I ask you something? Can I continue those memories?... I'm very serious, I hope you won't blame
me."

There was another long silence on the other end.

Just when I was about to give up and turn off the light to go to sleep, my aunt replied again.

Aunt: "Don't think nonsense, okay? I'm a woman in my thirties, there's nothing for you to like.
It might even affect your life."

Me: "No, how could it? I like someone like you, Aunt. To be honest,
the girlfriends I've had since were all modeled after you, Aunt, but none of them can compare to you.
Aunt, I know I shouldn't be thinking these things now. But I really can't help it. Otherwise, I wouldn't
have come back . Can you promise me?"

After sending it, my heart was beating noticeably faster. I was terrified that my aunt would reject me outright.

A moment later, her reply came, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your uncle is always away from home, which doesn't bother me. The problem is that it's having a bad influence on you.
Listen to me , don't overthink it. You have money now, you can have any kind of girlfriend you want. Don't think
about that thing with your aunt anymore. I'm so much older than you, there's nothing about me that's worth your attention. Even if I gave myself to you again, you
would be disappointed."

Me: "But this has become a knot in my heart, Auntie, please. Promise me. I won't keep
bothering you. Don't

worry about that." Auntie: "Ugh, so that's why you came back. But..."

Me: "Please, Auntie, I really want to, please promise me."

There was another long silence on the other end. Having learned from my previous experience, I wasn't anxious anymore and waited patiently. Half
an hour later, my aunt finally replied.

"Let your auntie think about it. You really scared me."

I was overjoyed and replied immediately, "When will you give me the result?"

Auntie: "Talk to me for a while first, and I'll tell you when I've thought it through."

I agreed immediately. Then my auntie started sending me long messages on WeChat, telling me about her life
over the years. She said that my uncle was impotent and rarely came home, and she felt like she was living a widow's life.

After saying a lot, my auntie took the initiative to say, "Since you came back for my sake, I can't
let you be sad, right? I can accept your request. But don't be impatient. After all, I am your auntie,
and so many years have passed. It would be very confusing for me to have that kind of thing with you. Didn't you say you were going to stay at home for a
while ? Let's take it slow. Let's cultivate it first... If we both feel it's okay, we'll grant your wish,
okay?"

Me: "Okay, I'll listen to whatever you say, Auntie."

Seeing that my auntie agreed, I was so excited that I wanted to jump out of bed.

Aunt: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

I reluctantly replied: "Just a few more words. It takes time to cultivate, but it can't be too long
. Aunt, all I can think about are your breasts, your thighs, and that area. Can we have a little
contact ? I promise I won't go too far. I really want it so badly."

Aunt: "You're going too far. Go to sleep first. We'll talk about it later."

I couldn't sleep at all; I really wanted to run straight to my aunt's room. But my sense of propriety made me feel I
had to respect her.

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, I finally closed my eyes.

When I woke up, it was already morning. I was a little hungry. After washing up, I went downstairs and saw my aunt
chopping vegetables in the kitchen. She was wearing a white sweater and jeans, which perfectly outlined her slender waist, pert bottom, and long
legs .

When you like someone, you don't need much of a catalyst; I reacted immediately.

"You're finally up," my aunt turned around and smiled at me.

I walked up behind my aunt and, without any fear, placed my hand on her pert little bottom and gave it a squeeze. Her jeans
were so tight I couldn't really feel the soft, elastic flesh. But the strange sensation was still there.

My aunt immediately flinched, her eyes filled with panic.

I felt embarrassed; had I been too hasty?

"You scared me," my aunt said uneasily. "Touching me like that in broad daylight. Your uncle will
be back , and some of the elders will be coming over for lunch."

I felt a little disappointed. Aside from my aunt, I really didn't want to interact with anyone else. I figured it
would be lively for the next couple of days once my uncle returned. Of course, this was unavoidable; I had to
pay my respects to the elders.

I glanced at my watch; it was only ten o'clock.

I said, "Auntie, no one's coming now, is there?"

My aunt shook her head. "The gate is closed. Anyone coming will have to knock."

Hearing this, I felt reassured. I rushed forward and pulled my aunt into a tight embrace, saying
excitedly , "Auntie, let me hug you first. I've missed you so much all these years. I love your scent."

My aunt struggled a couple of times, but couldn't break free, so she placed her hands on my back.

I brought my hand close to my aunt's smooth neck and inhaled deeply; there was a faint,
pleasant . My erection became incredibly hard, pressing against my aunt's lower abdomen.

My aunt punched me playfully, saying, "You're so bold! I'm your aunt, you know."

I chuckled, rubbing my hands on her back. "So what if you're my aunt? I've already fucked you
."

"Get lost! How can you talk like that?" My aunt pinched me twice. "You're getting more and more of a scoundrel."

I lowered my hand, kneading her pert buttocks, feeling a subtle pleasure. "Auntie,
since you've come to terms with it, don't be shy. Let me take advantage of you a little. After we get rid of the others, we'll
enjoy ourselves properly."

My aunt finally wrapped her arms around me. "You're so annoying! You came back just to fuck your auntie? It's not that I
'm too shy , it's just not possible now."

"I know, that's why I said I'd take advantage of you a little first," I said.

My aunt said, "You've already touched my butt, and you're still hugging me. Isn't that taking advantage of me? I bet
you'll be disappointed when you get the real deal."

"No, I won't." I let go of my aunt and stared at her, saying, "Auntie, you actually look a lot like her, don't you?"

My aunt bit her lip and said in a low voice, "What do you think? Your uncle hasn't touched me for two years.
Who could stand that? I know he has another woman outside. But
I'm not that kind of shameful woman. It's all my fault for not being able to resist back then and doing 'that' with you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a shameful thing."

"I know, I know." I grabbed my aunt's hand. "Don't think about those things. Auntie
, you're only in your thirties. You can't live without that kind of thing. You have to understand yourself." "

Get lost." My aunt laughed. "Don't try to brainwash me. I'm not ignorant. Okay,
I'm going to continue cooking. If you want to take advantage, go ahead."

My aunt pulled her hand back and turned to chop vegetables.

Since my aunt had already agreed, I had no more concerns. I just stood there and fondled my aunt's small, pert buttocks.
My aunt acted as if nothing had happened. Until I put my hand between my aunt's legs.

My aunt flinched away in surprise, saying, "What are you doing? Why are you touching there? It's so sensitive."

I smiled and held up my hand.

After my aunt continued chopping vegetables, I went behind her and put my arm around her slender waist. I found it was still as delicate as before,
but unfortunately, I couldn't put my hand inside.

After holding her for a while, I said unsatisfiedly, "Auntie, it's still early, let me touch your breasts."

"You can't put your hand inside," my aunt said warily, then her tone softened, "Don't be so
impatient, okay? When no one else is around, I'll let you enjoy yourself. But you have to be careful."

I hummed in agreement, then moved my hands up, placing both on my aunt's breasts. Her bra was the thin kind, and it
felt quite good to squeeze. Each breast was just the right size for one hand.

The longer I touched them, the more aroused I became. I leaned close to my aunt's neck and said, "Auntie, I really want to fuck
you right now."

"You're disgusting," my aunt glanced at me.

"How can I not be lewd when I'm messing with my own aunt?" I said with a wicked grin.

My aunt suddenly laughed, "Your dick is making me feel so uncomfortable down there, like a wooden stick."

"You couldn't hold back either, could you?"

My aunt didn't answer. I continued to grope her.

After a while, my aunt suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly, her voice trembling with tears, "
Li Cong , do you know how much my aunt has suffered these past few years? Really, your uncle hasn't touched me for over two years. I've had so many
nights that I couldn't sleep because of the discomfort. My aunt has normal needs too."

I nodded, indicating that I understood. I gently patted my aunt's back to comfort her.

My aunt sobbed twice and then let go of me. After wiping away her tears, she forced a smile.

"The food is all ready, I'm going upstairs to change my clothes," my aunt said.

I didn't know what my aunt meant, but she took my hand and led me upstairs.

When we got to the living room, my aunt pressed me down on the sofa and then went into her room. A moment later,
she came out wearing a leather miniskirt and black stockings, still wearing a thin sweater.

I stood up. My aunt walked up to me, brushed a strand of hair aside, and smiled without saying a word. I immediately understood.
I put one arm around my aunt's slender waist, and with the other hand, I slipped my hand inside her miniskirt, touching
her were soft, smooth, and incredibly elastic.

My aunt leaned on my shoulder and said, "Just wait a couple more days. When it's just the two of you at home, I'll
give you everything you want, as long as you're not disappointed."

"I won't, I promise." I knew my aunt was afraid I'd look down on her because of her age.

After we separated, my aunt said shyly, "You like touching my butt, don't you? I'll change into a miniskirt so
you can touch it to your heart's content."

Seeing how lovely my aunt was, I was overjoyed. I hugged my aunt and pinched her small, round buttocks a few more times.

Just then, an untimely knock sounded at the door. My aunt pushed me away in alarm, telling me to open the door while she
went to make lunch.

Stepping out of the house, I touched my face to make sure there was nothing unusual on my expression before heading towards the gate.
Opening it, I saw my uncle returning with a few people. While greeting them, my uncle told me they were
some of his friends. He then told them I was a high-level executive at a multinational corporation, earning a million-dollar annual salary, and that I lived there
long-term .

He exaggerated a bit, but I knew he was just trying to impress his friends,
so I accepted it.

After welcoming everyone inside, my aunt came out to greet them. Then she went back to the kitchen to cook, while
my uncle took out his phone and went into the yard.

I didn't know any of them, so there wasn't much to talk about. However, they seemed very interested in me, asking all sorts of questions
. I answered them perfunctorily.

After my uncle went inside, everyone chatted together, and soon more than a dozen relatives arrived. They all showered me with
compliments, making me almost blush. The women naturally went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook.

I've seen a lot in my life, and chatting with everyone felt natural, though I was secretly reluctant to talk to them,
incredibly anxious. I only showed a little interest when my cousins mentioned family matters.

During the meal, men and women sat at separate tables, and naturally, the men drank. Especially
back home, the culture of pressuring others to drink was very strong, and I couldn't resist at all. One glass after another. The conversation
veered towards more sophisticated topics; anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was all boasting.

The women's table had finished eating long ago, but we were still drinking non-stop. My alcohol tolerance had long since improved,
and I was able to handle the situation.

It was a full three hours before everyone finally left. I went upstairs to the bathroom and vomited.
While , my aunt opened the door.

"Are you alright?" she asked with concern.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, but these people can really drink."

"These are the kinds of friends he makes outside," my aunt said quietly as she came in and closed the door. "Your uncle
just told me they're not leaving today. I wonder if they want to talk to you about something."

I was taken aback, not quite understanding what she meant. I didn't think about it. I
glanced and then pressed her against the wall.

My aunt turned her face away, saying with disgust, "You smell so strongly of alcohol. Don't go crazy now. Everyone's downstairs.
Your uncle was worried you'd get drunk, so he sent me up to check on you."

I asked softly, "No one's coming up, is there?"

My aunt shook her head.

I placed a hand on my aunt's left breast. "Can I touch it?"

My aunt closed her eyes briefly, indicating her consent.

Touching through clothes always feels unpleasant, and under the influence of alcohol, I yanked her clothes
out from under her skirt, slipped my hand inside, directly into her bra, and grasped her left breast. It was soft,
smooth, and had a bit of elasticity.

My aunt made a couple of noises, her hands frantically trying to pull me away, her face filled with terror.

"Li Cong, are you crazy? Don't act like this while drunk. They're all downstairs."

My aunt was weak and couldn't pull my hand away at all. I was losing control. I
pleaded , "Auntie, just let me touch it, just a little taste. Really, nothing else."

My aunt paused for a moment, then released her hand, reminding me, "You really shouldn't do anything reckless. If we get caught
, we're both dead."

I nodded.

My aunt blinked, looking helpless. I lifted up my aunt's thin sweater myself, revealing
a small black bra with lace trim underneath. Half of her full, white breasts were exposed.
I then pushed her bra up further.

[To be continued]

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