Lingering Fragrance (In Beijing, within the walls of a house, an affair between aunt and nephew)

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Lexu can still clearly remember the summers of his junior high school years.

Back then, he became obsessed with online novels. Well, it wouldn't be accurate to say he was obsessed; the settings in those novels were wildly imaginative, and
the plots were simple and direct. They were the perfect pastime after school. He would read them whenever he had free time during the semester, and he
read them even more during holidays. He would go through the categories and rankings one by one, reading some after a few chapters and then abandoning them like worn-out shoes, while
reading others from beginning to end. In this way, during those carefree and decadent summers, he didn't
go out , but instead spent his days reading novels in the air-conditioned comfort. He became quite accomplished in researching novel selection and reading tools. He started
by reading on his phone, researching WAP websites and file management software. Later, he cracked his dusty PSP and found that using it for reading provided a much larger screen, made page turning easier, and made the processing speed faster. He didn't know how many exciting and erotic novels
he had stored on that 8GB memory card . 　　Even so, his life back then was much healthier than it is today. At least he knew how to eat and sleep, and he would ride his bicycle back and forth between his parents' house and his maternal grandmother's house. Looking back now, it was a helpless move. His parents were the time, and he lived with his grandparents since he was a child. He went to kindergarten closer to his grandparents' house, and only returned to his own home after middle school. Even so, after school, he would often choose to go to his maternal grandmother's house for meals. Later , when he was on vacation, there was no one at home to cook lunch, and usually no one came back to cook dinner. He would eat and drink at his grandparents' house, riding back and forth for more than ten kilometers every day, working up a sweat and feeling refreshed. 　　Cycling was simply a necessity for getting around, but those days, he always looked forward to this activity. Because on his cycling route around 9 or 10 am, he would always see a beautiful figure, like bumping into a classmate going the same way on the way to school. Whenever he saw that tall rider in dress pants and a sleeveless top, he would pedal harder , trying to follow her. The hot road was filled with the smell of evaporating asphalt, but her swaying hips brought him a fragrance. Sometimes she would swing her ponytail, revealing her moist, white nape; sometimes she would let her hair down and fix it, revealing her smooth armpits… Unlike the little girls and older women on the road, her scent fascinated him. It wasn't anything inferior… The scent of perfume was not just the sticky smell of sweat; it was like the refreshing aroma of chilled lemons and the alluring scent of steamed olives. Wherever her graceful figure passed, a unique fragrance lingered. However, the fragrance was short-lived, and he often couldn't experience it while chasing her. The lady would part ways with Xu Li halfway through their journey, and he could only watch her turn away. He had never even seen her face clearly. From the side, her face particularly delicate, and her nose seemed somewhat robust. He could never see it clearly, but none of that mattered. It was her round, fair arms and the way her hips and thighs swayed that haunted his dreams. He often masturbated in bed thinking about her voluptuous body. Yes, he was already a seasoned masturbator in the second year of junior high school. 　　He couldn't remember when he had his first wet dream, but he could remember his first sexual urge. It was with a female teacher from his elementary school, who taught math. She was fair-skinned and tall, but not young. Her southern accent sometimes made her seem harsh and domineering, but she took good care of him because he was good at math. He was probably in second or third grade at the time. The female teacher was grading his homework. Elementary school students are most afraid of their teachers grading their work in front of them. The classroom doors and windows were open, and the other students were enjoying the cool breeze of early summer, but he was extremely nervous. But at his most uneasy moment, those long, white legs crossed appeared before his eyes. That day, it seemed there was some event, or perhaps some meeting. In any case, the woman had changed into a suit, but hadn't put on her stockings yet. She sat casually at the table, her long, full thighs, far too long and plump for a child, completely exposed before his eyes. The plump, smooth flesh at the base, the soft, fleshy texture where they met, and the mature woman's scent, like olives and yams, wafted over him. Upon closer inspection, the veins and folds were clearly visible . The woman, however, seemed completely oblivious, nodding coldly, seemingly satisfied with his homework. She even switched the position of her full legs. At seven or eight years old, he knew nothing of matters between men and women, only blushing and sweating profusely . From that moment on, the female teacher became the object of his attention, the object of his fantasies. 　　He always paid attention to female teachers, especially older, beautiful, and dignified women. The first time he felt truly impulsive as he grew older was also related to a teacher. Coincidentally, it was also summer, and he was relaxing on an air-conditioned bus when a woman in a beige suit boarded. She looked remarkably like his music teacher—tall, with a good figure, full lips, her hair up, and freckles . She puffed out her chest, peering around in the nearly empty bus, before finally sitting down next to Xu Li. It was the first time 'd ever seen a low-cut top. Recalling it now, he realized that the woman with the large breasts and wide hips was wearing a tank top under her suit jacket. He wasn't unfamiliar with his mother and other aunts' tank tops, but the woman next to him revealed cleavage. Realizing what he turned his head away, but a strange restlessness compelled him to look at her, at the woman with her exposed chest and thighs. Her legs were so beautiful , more shapely and muscular than any woman he'd seen before, including his math teacher. "Hello." The woman's voice was very soft and gentle. She smiled. Actually, she wasn't particularly pretty, but his heart was pounding. The woman seemed to ask him where he went to school and where he was going. He had long forgotten the specifics, but he remembered that he got off the bus before the woman. He walked in front of the woman's legs and touched her smooth knees. The delicate texture, which was better than silk, shocked him. He was overjoyed all the way home. 　　Thinking about it this way, he did indeed get an erection from thinking about those voluptuous female bodies. He realized he must have gotten an erection in fifth or sixth grade, which was earlier than he had learned, but the connection between an erection and women must have been from that time. Back then, his life was more regular and healthier. He didn't need anyone to urge him to go to bed; he would go to bed at ten o'clock. Only when he was researching for homework or making slides would he stay up until eleven or twelve o'clock... But then again, it didn't seem like that. He remembered the bedside lamp from that time . Elementary school students back then didn't have cell phones, but they would still read in bed. They weren't obsessed with online novels anymore; maybe it was Harry Potter —it must have been Harry Potter. He remembered that he and his aunt often discussed the plot before bed. His favorite book back then was the third one, "The Prisoner of Azkaban." He liked the protagonist's divination class, the protagonist 's mysterious fate, and the protagonist's disrespect towards the pretentious divination teacher. His favorite character was probably Hermione, but perhaps that was only because the third movie had just been released. 　　He told his aunt, "In the end, it's still Hermione who matters." 　　They had all finished showering and watched the movie adaptation again. When he saw the time-tamper...

Hermione smiled unconsciously as she slapped Harry's hand away, while his aunt only liked the fat cat Crookshanks. When it came to
Hermione, she only thought it was satisfying that she hit Malfoy.

"Hermione's the smartest!"

"Isn't it because she's pretty!" "

She's not pretty in the books, her hair's a mess and she has big buck teeth!"

"She's pretty in the movies!"

His aunt kept arguing with him. He didn't understand why his aunt, with messy hair and glasses, who was also focused
on studying didn't like Hermione.

"Have you read the fourth book?"

"I...I think I know, the Goblet of Fire..."

"The Triwizard Tournament, and the ball."

"The ball!" he exclaimed in surprise. "I know, I know, it's probably another one where no one invites her, and she ends up
with Harry."

"She didn't dance with Harry, she danced with other contestants."

His aunt's words were a blow to him. He had no interest in the plot of rescuing Sirius and driving away the Dementors, but he still
tentatively asked his aunt to tell him the plot of the fourth book. She just told him to read it by himself and went to make his bed. He
followed her around with the original copy of the third book, arguing with the woman. How could Hermione dance with someone else? There must be a
reason . His aunt ignored him. He shouted for a while and then fell silent. He saw what was under his aunt's short skirt. He
clearly remembered that it was a light blue short skirt, light blue pleated panties, smooth and soft thighs, and a small, full
bottom. He blushed, but he wasn't aroused. However, after lying in bed, he didn't study Hermione's fat cat
Crookshanks . His mind was filled with images of women's bodies. The thin pajama pants pressed painfully against his penis when he peed
. It was probably from then on that he started having nocturnal emissions.

Don't get me wrong, he's not some kind of perverted fetishist. He just hasn't had any thoughts about those immature classmates. Well
, not entirely. After the class reshuffle in elementary school, there was a girl who was very fair-skinned and dressed fashionably. He often made her
angry . His deskmate also seemed to be a girl with big breasts. In middle school, a hot girl with a curvy butt seemed nice too. But he really didn't have
any real sexual urges. The only time was when he met a
Japanese . They went to the Stele Forest with their parents' friends. Their aunt and uncle hired a guide. As soon as they
entered, he noticed a group that was clearly not Chinese. A girl in a red off-shoulder t-shirt
was chatting and laughing with several boys with thick hair. He didn't think much of it afterward, just followed the adults. The inscriptions were very beautiful, much more impressive than
the rubbings , but the explanations were terrible. Even as a middle school student, he could find many faults. Later
, when his uncle was helping him choose souvenirs, the girl in red with long hair approached him. She tugged at his t-shirt and
giggled when he turned around. She was probably a few years older than him, probably in high school. She was indeed very beautiful,
without the harsh and exaggerated features of typical Japanese women. She said a few words, very short, which he didn't understand. Soon after,
the woman waved her hand and skipped off to find her companions... Perhaps she really loved Chinese studies and calligraphy,
and thought he was right to argue with the guide? He still doesn't know what she said, only remembering her slender arms and
fair wrists and hands, and the sweet scent of a young woman.

As he drove, lost in thought, his crotch bulged. He spotted the female cyclist again in the distance and sped up
, trying to catch up. But he was almost at the point where they should have parted ways. He only caught a whiff of her lingering fragrance before
watching her disappear at the traffic light. He noticed she had changed into jeans, and her buttocks looked even more shapely. Disappointed, he rode to his grandparents
' old house, parked his bicycle outside, and went inside. The elderly couple were preparing food with their housekeeper. He called out to them
and went into his room, turning on the air conditioner.

"Don't come in and immediately turn on the air conditioner! Wipe your sweat first!"

The old lady's routine shout didn't make him move. He just hoped the cool air would wash away the pungent
smell of sweat, but the old-fashioned air conditioner didn't blow any cold air—it was out of refrigerant.

"Wipe your sweat off first, go to your aunt's room. Calling won't get you the fluoride refilled until tomorrow or the day after."

He wiped his face with a cool towel. "Is my aunt still sleeping?"

"Of course! Lazy girl..."

He entered the woman's room amidst the old lady's grumbling. He'd wondered if she was cold, but
his relationship with her hadn't been good lately. They used to play together a lot as kids, but years ago, she wouldn't even agree to go out. His mother
said he was younger than her aunt, and they couldn't play together because of their age difference. Now she was in college, and who cared about an old woman like her?
He barely acknowledged her when she spoke to Xu Li. He had plenty of classmates, and endless novels, games, and
anime . Thinking of the Japanese girl in the stele forest, sometimes he wondered if his obsession with Japanese comics,
anime, and games was related to her.

"Beep...beep beep beep!"

"Ugh—um—! Don't turn on the air conditioner...don't turn it so low!"

The bulge formed by the blanket on the aunt's bed began to churn and surge, and a white leg stretched out, with slender feet kicking around
the edge of the bed . He was clearly not by the bed, but the foot seemed to still not give up. He suddenly had a dark thought, went over
and grabbed it with his hand, and sure enough, the woman screamed.

"What are you doing!... Let go of me, it itches, ah~, it itches, let go~"

Hmph—

he snorted and released one foot, not wanting to see her disheveled appearance. He sat on the foot of the bed and started
reading a novel on PSP, but the woman seemed unwilling, kicking and scratching here and there, making his waist very uncomfortable.
He was already dissatisfied because he hadn't smelled enough of a woman's fragrance or seen enough of a woman's body today. With the air conditioning and this woman, his anger exploded and
he pounced on the bed, pressing down on his still not fully awake aunt, letting her experience his strong body odor. He pressed down on her
slender arms, watching her writhe on the bed, watching the woman's young and lazy face hidden by her disheveled hair.
The friction sounds in the dimly lit room with the curtains not drawn were incessant.

"Waaah, what are you doing? Get up!"

"Don't you stink! I'll let you kick me!"

"Get up."

The woman's voice weakened, and the light peeking through the curtains shone on her face, revealing an angry blush. Her
long, narrow eyes, slightly grieved, were bright and filled with resentment. She pursed her lips and glared at him fiercely, which made him feel
guilty , but he still couldn't bring himself to do it and continued to press her down. By this time, the woman had kicked the blanket off the bed
, which gave him an opportunity to back down. "Are you cold?"

he said, pulling the blanket back over her. After lingering for a while, he finally rolled off the bed and continued to sit at the foot of the bed reading.
But the woman wasn't finished yet. "Cold~"

she drawled, seemingly whining. "Turn it down," she said, sitting up with the blanket around her. Her long legs
peeked out from under her shorts—the kind of white legs he often saw, slender and graceful, not particularly voluptuous.

"It's already on the lowest setting," he said. "Honestly, it's only for a little while, and you're still not getting up."

"Hmph... well, then I'll hold you while I sleep."

With that, the woman actually pounced on him, wrapping him in the blanket and rubbing against him.

"Wh...what are you doing?"

He tried to push her away, but she just kept saying, "It's so warm," and wanted to read the novel he was reading. This made
him anxious. He never dared to tell anyone about the light novels he read; he was ashamed to admit that he also enjoyed such lowbrow entertainment
. Seeing that he didn't answer, she tried to grab his device. They pushed and shoved each other, their hands and feet inevitably touching, their hair tangling,
making quite a racket.

"What are you doing!" The noise was heard by those outside. "Su Mo, get up and brush your teeth and wash your face!"

"Hmm..."

The voice in his ear weakened. He turned his head, wanting to mock his aunt who was being suppressed by his grandmother,
but a moist and gentle touch came from his cheek.

"Mmm—!"

He froze. He knew he had been kissed. The sound of saliva filled the room. It was only one sound
, but the echo lingered.

He turned his head. The woman was also blushing. "Ptooey, stinky!"

She pulled her arm away from his. He could clearly feel the downy hair on her forearm. She
straightened
got out of bed, kicked off her slippers, and quickly walked out of the room.

He sat there, recalling the touch of his lips, his brain seemingly overwhelmed by the information and crashing.
Suddenly , he smelled his aunt's fragrance—her lingering scent, not as strong and sweet as the women on the street
, even carrying the scent of morning dirt and sweat. But he definitely recognized it. He felt he had never smelled
his aunt , never smelled such a distinct woman's scent. To this day, that fragrance still lingered on his nose and
cheeks. [That kiss…] That kiss was so gentle; he even thought her behavior just now was shyness.
She was his aunt, what was wrong with a kiss? Didn't we kiss often when we were kids…? Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind
, and everything brightened. He remembered the female teacher, casually displaying
her figure in front of her favorite student; he remembered the beautiful woman on the bus, chatting with a cute elementary school student; he also remembered the Japanese
girl, showing off her knowledge in front of the inscription, and showing off her arm muscles while wearing a basketball jersey
—everything seemed to make sense now.

He stared at the bed the woman had left behind, looking with a sense of awe at the disheveled sheets and blankets. He noticed some of his aunt's rumpled clothes and socks
nearby . He picked up one of his favorite tank tops,
still warm to the touch, and ran his nose over it, taking a deep breath.

"Mmm—"

He smelled that lingering, intoxicating fragrance again, just as the woman hadn't disliked his body odor and had even
embraced . He understood how much he loved that scent, a blend of olives and breast milk.

"Ah!"

He became erect again.

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