A Real Spring, My Aunt's 13 Years - Incest Novel

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.On the bus, I didn't feel like talking much, my mind still reminiscing about all the good things about being with my aunt. Our school has two graduating classes this year. Our class is considered the top class, with a total of seven students—four boys and three girls. The second class only sent two students, one boy and one girl, who were their top two students. It should be said that all the top nine students from each placement test were here this time. My usual friends who aren't very good at studying didn't come to the test, so I didn't have any close friends on the bus. The few classmates I had now were all my usual competitors, and they were all better than me academically, so I couldn't be bothered with them. Just as I was lost in my own quiet contemplation, Xiaoli, who was sitting next to me, nudged me with her elbow and handed me the snacks she had already opened. Remembering her mother's instructions, I couldn't refuse, so I started chatting with her casually. To be honest, Xiaoli is very pretty, a very charming girl, and we were in the same class in junior high. Plus, her mother, Teacher Liu, had a good relationship with my aunt, so we were quite familiar with each other. But we weren't in the same group. I had a few close friends I hung out with often, while she hung out with a few other girls, and everyone said she and the class monitor from Class Two seemed to be dating. So, being from another village, I generally wouldn't bother her. But now that we were sitting together, and with Teacher Liu and my aunt looking after us, and since I'm not some self-proclaimed genius, I knew I should maintain good relationships with my classmates. We chatted for a bit, and I found Xiaoli to be simple and cute. We talked about things like how her studies were going and what was good to eat—topics I found boring. She even grabbed my bag to look inside, saying, "My mom told me to give you some of my stuff too, so you have to let me see what you have." I didn't expect her to do that. She snatched it from me, and the first thing she saw when she opened it was the ham I'd tossed her over. She reached out to take it, but of course, I wouldn't let her. You could still smell the ham on it if you looked closely. I reached in and pressed down on her hand, my hand landing squarely on hers. My palm felt cool, the soft, smooth texture making me flinch, but I held on anyway. Xiao Li clearly hadn't expected this. She glared at me reluctantly: "Seriously, Xiao Feng? I'm just looking, can't I not eat?" A quick thought struck me. I whispered mysteriously in her ear: "Just look, don't take it out. You can eat it, you can eat it, there are so many people on the bus!" Xiao Li stuck out her tongue, pulled her hand back, not angry, and rummaged through her bag again. "Hmph, I have almost everything you have. Look how much I have in my bag!" I couldn't help but glance at her too, looking at her with envy: "Quite a lot! You're going on a long trip, enough for a week!" Amidst a bunch of pointless chatter, the bus pulled into the guesthouse the school had arranged. Everyone got off and listened as our homeroom teacher assigned us our rooms. There were three rooms in total, four boys in one room and four girls in another. There was one extra boy sharing a room with the homeroom teacher, and that boy was me. Why me? Well, it's because I have my aunt's connections, right? Even though I'm not exactly a teacher's child, I still get a little advantage! As soon as we got off the bus, the homeroom teacher took my bag: "Xiaofeng, you carry the girls' luggage over there. I'll carry yours for you." Then she gave me the room number and led the boys away. I thought to myself, "Seriously? Don't use me as a scapegoat for taking care of the teacher's child." At that moment, Xiaoli's bag was already in my hands first, and several other girls were also asking me to carry things they didn't want to take. Although I didn't want to, I maintained my composure and naturally accepted their help. As I carried them, I joked with them: "Don't think I'm your boyfriend! Give them all to me. If anyone causes trouble for me when we get back, you'll be responsible!" Everyone burst into laughter. They all knew that only Xiaoli among them had a boyfriend, and he was tall and strong, so they all said, "Don't worry, we won't tell the class monitor when we get back." Seeing that they all said this, Xiaoli didn't scold me for talking nonsense, and instead joined them in the playful banter as we went into the building. After escorting them to their rooms, while they were unpacking, I said hello and slipped out. I found my room; the homeroom teacher was chatting with the boys in their room. I tidied up my own bed first—there wasn't much to tidy, the bedding was all provided by the guesthouse, we just needed to put our things away. Then I joined the boys to listen to the homeroom teacher's long-winded lecture. When it was time to eat, the homeroom teacher asked me to go and call the girls to the dining room. Clearly, he was using me as his messenger. I thought to myself, "Why don't you send your capable assistants? Aren't they all your usual class committee members and top students in exams? Why are you making me go through all this trouble today? Isn't it just because I'm not going to pass anyway, and you don't want to burden your top students?" Despite my wild thoughts, I still did what I was told. When the girls and I arrived at the dining area, our homeroom teacher and the others were already seated at the round table. Our homeroom teacher was in the middle at the head of the table, with four boys already seated there, leaving five empty seats on this side. I figured the girls should sit next to the teacher, and I'd sit at the very back as the dividing line between the boys and girls. But Xiaoli was interesting; she went straight for the empty seat next to the teacher. Since Xiaoli was the teacher's child and a class committee member, the other girls naturally lined up to sit below her. I had no choice but to sit between the teacher and Xiaoli. Now, the teacher's left and right sides were occupied by his most favored class monitor and me. I guess the boys weren't expecting this; they were all giving me strange looks. They were probably thinking, "How lucky is this guy to be sitting in the seat we saved for Xiaoli?" Before the meal, our homeroom teacher gave an encouraging and hopeful speech, telling everyone not to be nervous, to do their best, and to strive for all nine of us to pass the exam. Actually, everyone knew this was just empty talk. Considering our school's high college entrance rate, it would be good if two out of the nine of us passed; the rest were basically cannon fodder. Who had the best chance? Certainly not me, because I've never even been in the top five in my class, let alone the top six! If it weren't for the fact that I could still take the high school entrance exam normally after this, I wouldn't have come. So I didn't pay much attention to the teacher's words. Who had a chance of passing? Those were the top students, right? It wasn't my turn; I was just here to test my skills. At the table, the teacher fully displayed his leadership skills, giving feedback and encouragement to almost everyone. He was particularly attentive and careful when encouraging the three boys and the two girls. One of the girls was Xiaoli, who usually ranked 3rd or 4th in exams. She had a good chance this time, and being the child of a teacher, she was rumored to get a few extra points, so her chances were quite high. Because the exam was tomorrow, we finished eating quickly. Our homeroom teacher paid the bill and said we could arrange our own time that evening; he had to go out to meet with a classmate and would be back at 10 pm for roll call. No one was allowed to go out, and no one could be missing. As soon as he left, everyone went back to their rooms. Most felt something was missing, so they went back to their books. I chatted with them in their room for a while, but it wasn't very engaging, so I went back to my own room to be alone. I thought I should also study; memorizing a few words would be good, right? I randomly picked up an English book, lay down on my bed, and started flipping through it. I also took out the ham my aunt had used, put it to my lips, and smelled it. I could still faintly smell it. I couldn't help but lick it a few more times. Sure enough, the taste from my aunt's lunch was still there. Just as I was lost in thought, there was a knock on my door. I quickly put away the ham and opened the door. It was Xiaoli and that girl from Class Two. They walked in without any ceremony. It seems the girl from Class Two didn't know me very well, but I helped her carry some things this afternoon, and when she heard Xiaoli was coming to see me, she came to thank me too. Since it was convenient for them both to come, they came together. My bed was immediately covered with the snacks they brought. Naturally, I couldn't pretend anymore, so I took out some drinks and eggs from my bag. The quality, quantity, and variety were far inferior to what these two girls had; it seems their families are quite well-off. Later, I learned that the girl from Class Two's family owns a shop; no wonder she had more variety of snacks than Xiaoli. While we were discussing how tomorrow's exam would go, Xiaoli suddenly pointed at my unzipped bag: "You have so little stuff, and you're hiding ham! You won't let me eat or even look at it! Stingy!" The other girl chimed in, "Really? I believe Xiaofeng; he wouldn't be that stingy, would he?" I was at my wit's end. Under the watchful eyes of the two girls, I reluctantly took out the ham that was still covered in my aunt's vaginal fluids from lunchtime. As soon as I did, Xiaoli tried to snatch it back. This time, I was more shrewd and immediately stepped back. "Don't rush, don't rush, I'll cut it up and we can eat it together, okay?" the girl said.I slapped Xiaoli's hand lightly. "What's so good about this? I have some in my bag, I'll give it to you when we get back." I looked at the girl with gratitude, and found her surprisingly agreeable today. She understood me so well, a true friend! But Xiaoli didn't listen to me, rolled her eyes, and said she'd eat Xiaofeng's, telling him to take one. I had no choice but to reluctantly do as Xiaoli said. I deliberately took the ham to a slightly darker spot, cut off the cleaner-looking half, then split it in two, and gave it to them. I kept the half-ham in my hand, its packaging already slightly discolored from soaking, and tried to put it away. But the girl objected: "Xiaofeng, eat it! We barely ate anything tonight! I have several more in my bag, we can eat mine tomorrow!" Xiaoli then opened a bottle of Jianlibao and handed it over, while also holding out her hand: "If you're not going to eat it, give it to me! You've kept so many!" I was utterly exasperated: "Have you two never seen ham in your past lives?!" But there was no other way, so I had to tear open the packaging, cut off a slice, and give it directly to Xiaoli. Watching them eat this ham they shouldn't have, I had to eat mine quickly too; I couldn't let them eat my only ham, could I? Seeing my reluctant expression, they acted as if nothing had happened, continuing their conversation as if nothing was wrong. I was too lazy to interrupt, and while thinking about my ham, I casually flipped through a book. Just as I was wondering why they hadn't left yet, Xiaoli suddenly pushed me, saying, "Don't leave after the exam! Let's go to Teacher Wang's house together!" I looked up at them in surprise: "Teacher Wang? Which Teacher Wang?" Xiaoli tossed an apple at me: "Which one? There are a few more in our school, the ones you boys dream of!" The girl chuckled. I didn't want to argue or respond, just saying, "I'm not familiar with her, you guys go ahead." Xiaoli wouldn't let me off the hook: "Not familiar? She works in the same office as your aunt, and she's a good friend of my mom's too." "You wouldn't know her well, would you? Besides, even if you don't know her well, you still have to go. Your aunt and my mom told us to go before we came, but you can't tell anyone, not even your homeroom teacher." As soon as she said this, the girl protested: "Oh, Xiaoli, you just said I should go, but it turns out you two are the ones going! I'll tell everyone when we get back! I don't think I'll have time to go." Xiaoli quickly explained to the girl, and they started laughing and joking around again. It seemed their relationship had always been good. I didn't ask any more questions. When they left, Xiaoli said goodbye to me: "Don't forget what I told you, don't tell anyone." I saw them off, thinking to myself, "I'll think about it after the exam. If I don't do well, I won't go anywhere." I went back to bed, lost in thought. It seemed my aunt and Teacher Liu had already arranged for us to visit Teacher Wang before we came for the exam. My aunt didn't even tell me beforehand. And seriously, she actually made me leave the office twice before I came for the exam! Isn't she afraid of me and Teacher Wang? What's going on? Teacher Wang might not even remember me! Nothing more happened that night. When I got up to pee in the middle of the night, I realized the homeroom teacher hadn't come back to sleep. I didn't care. When I woke up again at dawn to wash up, he finally came back and called us to have breakfast. Then came two exams. I don't know if I did well or not, but I was probably relaxed because I wasn't under pressure. Nothing much happened during the exams. Lunch was quite lavish; we ordered several dishes. The homeroom teacher analyzed our exam performance with everyone. Everyone took turns speaking; some said it was good, some said it wasn't. When it was my turn, I said it was about right. Just as I finished speaking, Xiaoli interrupted, asking, "About right? How much less?" I picked up a slice of ham with my chopsticks—just one more bite and I was full! Li remembered that she had eaten another bite of my ham last night, and feeling embarrassed, she didn't tease me anymore. Because this special admissions exam only tested Chinese, Math, and English, and we only had one more math exam tomorrow morning to finish, and math was basically one of our strong points, everyone was quite relaxed that evening. The boys went to find an arcade, and Xiaoli and her friends also invited me to go shopping. Both sides called me, but I declined because I had my own things to do. When I was alone, I found a public phone booth and called my aunt. She answered and was clearly happy, saying, "Xiaofeng, you only just remembered to call your aunt?" I was surprised; she had never spoken to me like that before. It seems that not seeing someone can make you more open; since you can't see them, there's less embarrassment. I realized she was home alone. Although I had other people on the phone, I naturally answered yes. I also had a lot to say to her, but in the public phone booth, I could only talk about business. I first told her about today's exam, and then I asked her about Teacher Wang. That's when I understood what had happened. It turns out that after Ms. Wang had the incident at our school, she took leave from work. However, the school district leader was quite capable and genuinely cared about her job, managing to get her transferred to the junior high section of our county's key high school after pulling some strings. Naturally, she moved to the city, turning a bad thing into a good one. What surprised me even more was that Ms. Wang wasn't actually from our area. She was assigned to our school after graduating from teachers' college. Her husband was from her hometown and was a volunteer soldier in the army, rarely coming home. After she came to our school, she was closest to Ms. Liu, Xiaoli's mother, because they seemed to be distant relatives in their hometowns. Xiaoli called Ms. Wang "auntie." And since she worked in the same office as my aunt, they naturally became very close as well. After the incident, they both felt sorry for Ms. Wang, and consequently, they contacted each other less. Considering that Xiaoli and I might both be coming to the city to study, my aunt and uncle wanted us to visit Teacher Wang on their behalf. They wanted to build a relationship and see if Teacher Wang could help them in the future, since she's all alone in the city with no relatives or friends. After hearing my aunt's words, I couldn't help but think, "You guys are so materialistic! If Teacher Wang hadn't been transferred to the city, I don't know if you'd even acknowledge her anymore." My aunt was quite kind; she even waited outside Teacher Wang's office that day to prevent her from being mistreated and even got her to go home with her to keep her safe. And what about Teacher Liu? We hadn't seen her all day, and now she suddenly wants to visit Teacher Wang? Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel quite resentful towards Xiaoli's mother. Xiaoli even said I was stingy, but I think her mother is the real snob. Phone calls were expensive back then, and the few yuan I had was quickly used up. Just as I was trying to make the most of my time with my aunt, I heard her suddenly whisper, "Your uncle is back, we can't talk anymore. He's going to the construction site early tomorrow morning. I'll wait for you at home this afternoon." Then she hung up. After paying the bill, I went back to my dorm, lay down on my bed, and kept thinking about my aunt's last words. She was waiting for me at home. Thinking about this, my body suddenly felt hot. She meant she was waiting for me at home tomorrow afternoon. What was she waiting for me for? My mind started to conjure up all sorts of scenarios... My lower body reacted, and the front of my trousers bulged... Just as I was lost in thought, the door opened from the outside. Xiaoli swaggered in. I immediately sat up and loudly questioned, "How did you get in?" She was also startled: "What are you doing in the room? There was no one inside when I came in!" She then noticed the strange thing about my lower body, screamed, blushed, and ran out. I looked down and realized that my penis was indeed a bit higher than usual, but I hadn't used it for anything bad, so it couldn't be my fault. Later, when the homeroom teacher returned, I learned that her friend had asked him to take some valuable items back to his hometown. The teacher was going out and worried about me, so when he couldn't find me, he ran into Xiaoli, who was coming back from playing, and gave her the key to watch over the room. Xiaoli sat for a while, then went to the restroom and came back to find me lying on the bed. The teacher was drunk and fell asleep soon after. I spent almost the entire night worrying about how embarrassing I had been! What would Xiaoli think of me? We were supposed to meet tomorrow and go to Teacher Wang's house together. Nothing more was said that night. The last exam went very smoothly, and most students seemed relaxed because math was the subject we scored the highest in. Back at the guesthouse, the school bus had already arrived, and everyone rushed back to their rooms to pack their things. The homeroom teacher was urging us: "Hurry up, don't be late for dinner!" Our class monitor asked, "Aren't you having class this afternoon?" As soon as he said that, several pairs of eyes were fixed on him. What kind of person is he? The exams are over, why would he want to have class?Fortunately, the homeroom teacher was wise. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Go back and rest first. Those who want to go can go tomorrow. Those who don't want to go can wait until the exam results come out in a couple of days, and then we'll decide whether you still want to go." Everyone cheered. The class monitor explained embarrassedly, "Don't look at me, I was just asking on your behalf." Everyone laughed again. Immediately, several students went to the homeroom teacher and said they wouldn't go back yet, that they would wander around the city in the afternoon and go back later. The homeroom teacher didn't force them, told everyone to be careful, and then took everyone's luggage and the two students who wanted to go back, and drove off. Once the car was far away, everyone said goodbye and scattered, going in all directions. I then realized that only Xiaoli and I were standing there. Thinking about what happened last night, I asked her embarrassedly, "Where's that girl? Wasn't she with us?" Xiaoli glared at me, obviously remembering what happened last night: "She's afraid of you, she didn't want to be with you, so she went shopping with them." I felt so wronged: What does this have to do with me? I don't even know her well, why doesn't she want to be with me? Shouldn't she be the one who's afraid? I smiled helplessly and didn't say anything more. Xiaoli slung her bag over her shoulder and walked away, watching me. Oh well, I'll just follow her. It's my own fault for letting Xiaoli see something she shouldn't have seen yesterday. I walked behind her, muttering to myself. Come to think of it, she didn't see anything, did she? It's just that her pants were a little high, what's the big deal? What does this little girl know? Do she know what this means? I suddenly remembered, she has a boyfriend! No wonder, the class monitor of Class Two isn't exactly innocent either, maybe she already... No way, her family keeps a close eye on her, but at least she'd know something, haha, I knew it. Thinking about all this, I couldn't help but start paying attention to Xiaoli's back. She's really pretty, a very pretty little girl. She was slender, her ponytail swaying high behind her head. A well-fitting denim skirt accentuated her figure beautifully, and she hopped as she walked. You wouldn't know it until you saw her; she was definitely a very energetic and vibrant girl. Was she still a virgin? This unhealthy thought suddenly popped into my head. While I was lost in these thoughts, we turned a few corners, and Xiaoli bought several bags of fruit, asking me to carry them. I wanted to pay, but she didn't say anything, so I kept quiet. After all, I was doing my part by carrying them. Besides, how could someone from my small village be as wealthy as someone from your town? Watching her haggle with the fruit vendor, I thought, "This girl is quite thrifty." The fruit vendor was quite the smooth talker, actually saying to me, "I've rarely seen someone so good at haggling!" Before I could say anything, Xiaoli snapped, "Who's his boyfriend? If you say that again, I'm not buying!" But she still shoved the bag in her hand into mine, paid, and walked away. I naturally followed. The fruit vendor was left behind, muttering to someone nearby, "Look, the young couple is arguing..." Turning the corner, Xiaoli waited for me to walk alongside her, then pinched my arm hard again: "What are you looking at? You've been staring at me the whole way! Don't have any wild ideas, I'm not your boyfriend. You go first!" I had no choice but to listen to her, and under her direction, we finally arrived at Ms. Wang's building. Suddenly, I stopped because I saw Ms. Wang standing in the shade of a tree downstairs, buying watermelons from her cart. Although we hadn't seen each other for a few days, I recognized her immediately, especially since she was wearing the same outfit as in the photo—so beautiful! I immediately thought of my aunt wearing the same outfit as me the day before my exam… and my heart warmed again. It seemed Ms. Wang had been waiting for us for a while; since we hadn't come over, she wanted to buy a watermelon and take it home first. Just as I was dazed, wondering whether I should greet Teacher Wang first, Xiao Li kicked me in the leg from behind: "Aren't you leaving yet? It's time to go upstairs!" Her words had barely faded when Teacher Wang turned around and looked at me. Xiao Li saw her too, and called out affectionately, "Auntie!" before running off. I was left standing there, grimacing. Teacher Wang saw my miserable state, smiled, and scolded Xiao Li: "How could you treat Xiao Feng like that? He's not your boyfriend!" Xiao Li stuck out her tongue, didn't explain further, and started haggling with Teacher Wang again. A little while later, they chose their melons, and Teacher Wang and Xiao Li each carried one over. She greeted me first: "Xiao Feng, long time no see!" I politely replied: "Hello, Teacher Wang!" Teacher Wang said: "Look at you two, still carrying so much food! Auntie won't be hungry, let's go upstairs!" She walked ahead, Xiao Li behind, and I brought up the rear, entering the stairwell. Stealing glances at the two beautiful women walking ahead, I couldn't help but compare them in my mind. To be honest, they each had their own merits, but if I had to choose, Ms. Wang was definitely more attractive than Xiao Li. However, compared to my aunt, Ms. Wang seemed to have more advantages. Pshaw, what are you all thinking? How could I possibly choose? But honestly, I really didn't expect to be a guest at Ms. Wang's house today; I'm quite happy. The two of them chatted as they walked upstairs. The third floor wasn't high, and we arrived quickly. Ms. Wang put the melon on the ground, opened the door, and invited us all in. Her house had the air conditioning on, and a cool breeze greeted us as soon as we entered. She told us to put the fruit and vegetables in the kitchen and go wash them while she washed the fruit. I had been incredibly hot on the way there, covered in sweat, but with the air conditioning, I wasn't in such a hurry anymore, so I said, "Xiao Li, you go first!" Xiao Li muttered something like, "This is more like a boy's behavior," and went to the bathroom to wash. After Xiao Li finished washing, I went in to wash too. As I was washing my face, I heard Ms. Wang come out with a fruit platter. She called to Xiaoli to eat, and then called to me, "Xiaofeng, come out quickly, it's fruit!" I responded, and then they started chatting and laughing in the living room. Listening to their voices, I couldn't help but compare them in my mind; Ms. Wang's voice was gentler. Hehe, I took this opportunity to scan my surroundings. The bathroom wasn't big, it was quite small, with a shower and a toilet. I didn't notice anything private, so it seemed Ms. Wang had prepared everything in advance knowing we were coming. I was quite curious about the toilet, because we don't have those in our village homes. I squatted down; the toilet seat was pink. I imagined Ms. Wang sitting on it every day, and I felt a little envious. But then I was disappointed; Ms. Wang had cleaned it spotless, not a single hair was left. I quickly rinsed my arms and hands and went to the living room. I won't go into the specifics, but we ate fruit and chatted about the exams and recent events at school. The two girls were quite familiar with each other and got along well. I occasionally chimed in, and the living room was filled with cheerful laughter, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Before we knew it, it was almost noon. Ms. Wang stood up and said, "Let's have a small celebration for your good exam results today. I'm at home and have everything ready. Xiao Li, come help me heat it up." Then she slipped a 50-yuan note into my hand: "Xiao Feng, I'm sorry, but could you go downstairs and bring up two cases of chilled beer?" Xiao Li and I were both surprised and blurted out simultaneously, "Two cases?" Ms. Wang laughed: "Whatever you drink. I can't usually carry that much, so let Xiao Feng buy it for me to enjoy slowly." "I see," Xiao Li said with a smile. I said no problem and went downstairs. When I returned, they had already prepared everything. Because Ms. Wang won't be back to work until after the holiday, she's quite free right now. She was clearly very happy about our arrival, as she couldn't find anyone to talk to here. So she started preparing food for us early this morning, so it didn't take much effort on her part. Enough chit-chat, let's take our seats. Surprisingly, both of them preferred beer; no one asked for soft drinks. I found that odd, and of course, I couldn't say anything else—it's what my buddies and classmates usually drink when they're together. At first, everyone was rather reserved, mainly Ms. Wang trying to liven things up. But gradually, Xiao Li started talking more, even telling Ms. Wang about her boyfriend. I didn't interrupt; apparently, she and her boyfriend had been having some minor disagreements about exams. Ms. Wang comforted her while also telling us some cheerful things. As for me, of course, I didn't need to worry about her. I had two beautiful women with me, and I gradually got a little carried away with the drinks. Naturally, I had to show off a bit too. Note that I was just a little carried away; I'm not stupid enough to blurt out everything. I just did talk a bit more, casually telling jokes the girls didn't know, and about some guy's scandals, which made them laugh uncontrollably as they chatted. The more I drank, the better it felt; it was like drinking tap water.The conversation deepened as they talked, eventually becoming a never-ending chatterbox. After six or seven bottles, Xiaoli, perhaps still troubled, downed several more drinks and finally slumped onto the sofa, drifting off to sleep. Seeing this, Teacher Wang immediately got up, helped her into the bedroom, tidied her up, and let her lie down. I felt I'd been there long enough, eaten and drunk my fill, and planned to tell Teacher Wang I was leaving when she came out of the bedroom. Putting aside the fact that I wasn't intimate with Teacher Wang, staying here wouldn't be a chance, and certainly not any kind of "two women in one room" idea. More importantly, I hadn't forgotten what my aunt had told me yesterday—that she was waiting for me at home this afternoon. So, no matter how wonderful and desirable this place was, nothing could compare to the allure of my aunt's place! But when Teacher Wang reappeared before me, I couldn't bring myself to say I was leaving. In the short time it took to get inside, Ms. Wang, perhaps feeling uncomfortable in her long dress at home, didn't really stand on ceremony with me—maybe she didn't even consider me a man—had already changed into a pink halter-neck mini-dress. It was clearly the kind she'd only wear at home; it was a bit see-through but not too revealing, a bit revealing but not too revealing. While not exactly inappropriate, it was definitely not suitable to wear outside, especially in front of strangers. In front of me, a guy who couldn't deny having feelings for her, suddenly seeing 30% more skin than before—including her shoulders, arms, knees, and even a small portion of her thighs—was also inappropriate. Ms. Wang seemed to have had quite a bit to drink; she didn't realize there was anything wrong with her outfit, much less that I was comparing her to my aunt. In terms of looks, figure, and skin, she was actually much better than my aunt; natural beauty was no exaggeration, and besides, she was more than ten years younger than my aunt, in the prime of a woman's beauty. I don't know how to describe this kind of beauty, so I can only borrow the style of Gu Long's description: Her ankles were so slender and beautiful, her feet were even more enchanting. No one would doubt that many men in this world would rather be trampled to death by those feet. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that one dared not look directly at it. Coupled with such a body, very few in the world could resist. Even a blind person could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her body and hear her captivatingly soft voice. That was something men could not resist. Her eyes could speak, her charming smile could speak, her hands, her chest, her legs… every inch of her body spoke. Her body radiated health and vitality; when she walked, her waist swayed in a special way, with a charm that could make most men's hearts flutter. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, with arched eyebrows, large eyes, and full, delicate lips, looking like a ripe peach, making anyone who saw her want to take a bite. But what was most captivating about her wasn't her face or her figure, but rather the unique charm that lay between Xiaoli's innocence and her aunt's maturity. In terms of appearance, her delicate face was clean and fair, with a hint of post-wine rosy hue; I couldn't find a single wrinkle or flaw. Her tall, healthy figure and alabaster skin were naturally exceptional, and coupled with her elegant and charming demeanor and her lustrous black hair, an indescribable allure directly stirred a wicked thought within me. Especially noticeable were her sandals—so slender, so inviting to touch and kiss them, so alluring. I could even say I'd be willing to sleep with those feet every night. This was a thought I'd never had when I was with my aunt. At the same time, I realized that Ms. Wang was so much more beautiful than I'd ever known, and I even felt an immediate urge to embrace her. This description of Ms. Wang's beauty might seem pretentious to some, but it truly is the most accurate I've felt in years. It's fair to say that in my life, she's far less important than my aunt, but her beauty is undeniable. No one, not even my aunt, Xiaoli, or any other woman I've ever met can compare. The title of "beauty" isn't something anyone can just use. I'll never again pay such close attention to any woman. Ms. Wang was already quite tipsy. She poured some more wine into her glass, picked it up, and walked around the coffee table to sit on the sofa next to me. "Xiaofeng," she said, "Ms. Wang is very happy today. You two came to see me. Make yourself at home here. Don't be like Xiaoli, getting drunk so quickly." I quickly raised my glass and clinked it with hers, saying, "Ms. Wang, let me have this one more glass. I have something to do at home this afternoon and have to go back!" Ms. Wang, who was drinking, choked when I said I was leaving. She clutched her chest, saying, "You can't leave! You haven't even finished your drink! Fine, finish your wine first, haha!" At this moment, Ms. Wang seemed genuinely afraid I would leave. She sat even closer to me, picked up another bottle of beer, and stared into my eyes: "Okay, Xiaofeng, finish this, then you can leave!" Ms. Wang's behavior at this point completely surprised me. Just like before my intimate relationship with my aunt, she had always given me the impression of being dignified and elegant. But when they showed that more feminine side, they always so easily won me over. I took a few deep breaths of the perfume emanating from her, a scent my aunt lacked, and had her refill my glass. Although I still didn't really know much about this beautiful woman, drinking with her seemed to be the only right thing to do. We clinked glasses, finished, clinked glasses again, and finished. There weren't many more words exchanged. It seemed Teacher Wang was determined to drink her fill this afternoon. At first, she ate some food and chatted about trivial things, but later she simply drank and poured herself drinks, only to repeat "I've drunk, I've drunk too" all the time. Occasionally, she'd add, "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me to come back and we'll drink." Don't laugh, but it didn't take long for me to really take it anymore. At that point, all I wanted was to finish the drinks so Teacher Wang would let me go home and at least have a good argument with my aunt who was waiting for me. I knew that neither of the two women here were women I could touch. Of course, drinking a little wasn't wrong. Just when I was calculating that I'd almost finished two bundles of drinks, Teacher Wang suddenly opened the refrigerator and pulled out six more bottles. I was immediately stunned. I really couldn't handle this kind of drinking! Teacher Wang, I never imagined you were such a heavy drinker! Then Teacher Wang put the bottles on the coffee table and opened two more. This time, she didn't use a cup; she just handed me a bottle. My eyes were already quite dizzy, and I tried to refuse, saying, "Teacher Wang, I really can't drink anymore. If I drink any more, I won't be able to walk!" Teacher Wang didn't care about that. After putting it in my hand, she took two more sips herself and said, "Still calling me Teacher Wang? Call me 'sister'! Calling me 'Teacher Wang' sounds really weird now!" After saying that, she chuckled to herself. I quickly replied, "Okay, sister, I really can't drink anymore!" Teacher Wang reached out and covered my mouth with her hand: "You can't call me 'sister,' call me 'aunt,' call me 'aunt'! Otherwise, Xiaoli won't like it; she calls me 'cousin'." I panicked a little when she touched me, and after saying "cousin's, aunt" twice, she withdrew her hand and took another sip of wine. She stared into my eyes and said to herself somewhat resentfully, "Actually, your aunt is really lucky!" I didn't quite understand what she meant and replied, "Teacher Wang, you're lucky too!" She took two more large gulps: "I'm happy? What's so happy about that?" Before I could figure out how to answer her, she asked again: "Do you know why I like alcohol? Because it helps me forget my troubles. Happiness, do you know what drowning your sorrows in alcohol is? You're just a kid, what do you know about happiness?" Seeing that I didn't speak, she continued: "Do you know why I'm so happy drinking with you today?" I shook my head, and she continued: "Because that day you brought an umbrella to your aunt and me. From childhood to adulthood, only three people have ever brought me one: my dad, your brother-in-law, and you. Come and have a drink with me. And when we drink, you're not like some people who would try anything, and you don't pry into my affairs at all. You just drink with me, and I like that!" Only then did I realize that the reason she liked me was because of that time I brought her the umbrella. So, having a good impression is a good start, and it's the same with everything. Today, she was able to change into her casual clothes and drink freely with me, partly because I came with Xiaoli, and more importantly, because I didn't show excessive curiosity about her past or adhere to my own rules. She ended by saying resentfully, "I hate people with ill intentions and who gossip, but you're not one of them." She tossed her head; the bottle was empty. Then, she looked at me quietly, asking in a womanly manner, "Have you finished yours, sister? What about you?"Of course, I couldn't lose face, so I downed the whole bottle of wine in one go. I drank too much, and I couldn't control my churning stomach anymore. I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and vomited violently. Just then, Ms. Wang came in and stood behind me, gently patting my back. But I still couldn't maintain my image in front of the beautiful woman, and I slipped and fell to the floor, losing consciousness completely. The vomit and water from the tap splashed all over us. When I groggily woke up again, needing to pee, I found myself lying on the sofa. I got up and staggered back to the bathroom. When I went to unbuckle my belt, I couldn't find it. Looking down, I saw that I had been dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, and my dirty shirt and trousers were on the washing machine. I touched them; they hadn't been washed yet, and a strong smell of alcohol emanated from them. Back in the living room, empty wine bottles littered the floor, and leftover food littered the coffee table. It seemed that while I was unconscious, Ms. Wang had changed me into her husband's clothes, intending to wash them, but she was probably too drunk herself and went to sleep. Wait, I suddenly realized that Ms. Wang had changed my clothes, so she hadn't seen me. I checked myself again; thankfully, my inner clothes weren't wet, otherwise… well… thinking about it again, why weren't my inner clothes wet? I couldn't help but start to scold myself. Just as I was sitting on the sofa, half-asleep, the doorbell rang. I was startled. Who could it be at this hour? Ms. Wang didn't know many people around here! I didn't answer, but quietly went to the door and looked through the peephole. To my surprise, it was him! I looked through the peephole and was also shocked. What was he doing here? But then I realized it made sense. Xiaoli had come a few times already, so he probably came with her too. You all probably know who it is by now, right? That's right, it's the class monitor from Class Two, Xiaoli's rumored boyfriend. It seems he didn't see Xiaoli go home this morning, asked around among the girls in his class, found out she was here, and wanted to show off, so he came along this afternoon. Right now, he's sweating profusely, stamping his feet and ringing the doorbell loudly outside. I didn't answer, but turned around and glanced around. The house was messy but quiet. I quietly went to the bedroom door and listened carefully. Everyone inside seemed to be still asleep, not responding to the doorbell. I thought about it and realized it wouldn't be good to keep quiet; letting this guy overthink things wouldn't be a good thing either. I noticed the bedroom door was only slightly ajar, so I was about to slam it shut before opening it again. But just as I pulled the door shut, my eyes were violently stimulated. It was the first time I'd ever looked inside, and I caught a glimpse of two beautiful women sleeping soundly on the bed, their postures rather indecent. Although I couldn't see clearly, a surge of emotion welled up inside me. How wonderful it would be to sleep between them! I composed myself and slammed the door shut anyway. I sat back down on the sofa, calming myself down, and then went to the door and opened it. The moment the door opened, I saw him break into a happy smile, but when he saw it was me, he froze. I pretended to have just sobered up. Although we weren't very close, we saw each other frequently on campus, so I called him by his nickname and spoke first: "Old Peng, it's you! What are you doing here?" He went from stunned to surprised to embarrassed: "Xiaofeng, what are you doing here?" He asked the same question I was asking. He squeezed past me: "Where's Xiaoli? Where's Teacher Wang?" Seeing his anxious expression, I couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority. When I closed the door and sat on the sofa to look at him, he had already circled the room briefly. Seeing me watching him, he seemed embarrassed, put down the bag of fruit he was carrying on the sofa, and sat down to look at me. His eyes clearly showed confusion, bewilderment, and even a hint of anger. I lazily stretched and lay back down on the sofa. He noticed I was sleeping on the sofa, and that the bedroom door was locked, which calmed him down a bit. He cautiously asked, "Did you come with Xiaoli?" I nodded. He asked again, "Are they sleeping inside?" I nodded again. Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but laugh: "Old Peng, you already know, why are you asking me?" My aunt asked me to visit Teacher Wang, and Xiao Li came along on the way. Hearing my words, he seemed relieved and smiled awkwardly. I didn't bother maintaining a good image in front of him. Let Xiao Li explain things to you later; I didn't want to waste my time ruining my brother's plans. I originally wanted to use this opportunity to leave, but then I thought, no, Teacher Wang and Xiao Li don't know Lao Peng is here. If he sees something, he'll be unhappy. Thinking this, I felt sleepy again, so I said, "Could you tidy up Teacher Wang's place? I'm drunk, look at this mess." I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't done anything impulsive today, otherwise, if this kid had run into me, I wouldn't be able to get away with it. When I woke up again, Lao Peng nudged me. Teacher Wang and Xiao Li had already prepared a hangover soup in the kitchen and brought it out. Seeing me awake, they both teased me: "Xiao Feng, you can really drink today!" After I fell asleep, Lao Peng started tidying up the house. He washed what needed washing, put away what needed putting away, and scrubbed what needed scrubbing. While he was working, Xiao Li woke up first. When she came out and saw it was Lao Peng, they naturally clicked, and after their little tiff, they started working together. Later, Teacher Wang also woke up. Xiao Li went in and told her that Lao Peng had arrived. Teacher Wang changed her clothes and came out too. Seeing that I was still fast asleep, she knew I was drunk, so she made some things to help me sober up and asked Xiao Li to wake me up. This time, Xiao Li naturally asked Lao Peng to do the work. After drinking some soup, it was already late afternoon, and I suggested leaving. But then they suggested playing cards, and my clothes were still wet from washing. I had no choice but to stay. I could only apologize to my aunt in my heart. We played for over an hour. Naturally, I was paired with Teacher Wang, while Xiao Li and Lao Peng were paired together. Watching them flirt, Teacher Wang seemed to be having a lot of fun, even occasionally teasing them about cheating. But nobody cared about me. I was in a bad mood and wanted to go home; my aunt had been waiting for me all afternoon. However, Teacher Wang was getting more and more engrossed in the game. I wanted to leave several times, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. It was a four-person game; if I left, we wouldn't be able to play anymore, and that would seem like I wasn't being loyal! I was so annoyed, but I could only keep playing with them, feeling frustrated. Later, seeing that it was getting dark and unlikely anyone would come, I stopped rushing. It was late anyway, so I decided to stick with the girls and go home later. As evening approached, the lights were on inside. Because I was focusing on the game, Teacher Wang and I started to cooperate better, and we quickly caught up with Xiao Li and Lao Peng, both reaching 10."It's the last game, shall we eat after this?" Lao Peng said, seemingly having eaten poorly at noon, already feeling a bit hungry. Xiao Li continued, "Lao Peng said he's treating tonight, Auntie and Xiao Feng are coming too." It seemed they had already planned it. Teacher Wang then realized it was getting late and said apologetically, "So fast, it's already dark! We haven't had enough fun yet! Shall we cook at home?" she asked. Xiao Li immediately objected, "Auntie, let's go to the food stall around the corner. The air is better outside, and it's close by. Lao Peng knows the owner; he's from their village." Lao Peng chimed in, "Yes, yes!" Teacher Wang looked at me, "Shall we eat out?" I said, "Okay, then I can take the bus home right after." Then everyone got up to leave. I wanted to change into my own clothes, but Xiao Li and the others pushed me, "Come on, change when you get back. This outfit looks much better than your school uniform." I couldn't break free, so I followed him out. Xiaoli was right; with my old clothes, anyone walking down the street could easily tell I was a poor student. Now, even though it was just casual wear, I felt like I was starting to look like a middle-class citizen. Anyway, when we arrived, we found a table on the side. Lao Peng called the owner over; clearly, Lao Peng's family had some influence in their village. The owner was very polite, and sure enough, good food and drinks were served up in no time. But then again, whoever pays the bill is treated like royalty, especially the village's rich young master. Everyone had said they wouldn't drink that night, but Lao Peng clearly didn't want to. He insisted on testing my skills, saying he wanted to avenge Xiaoli for getting her drunk at noon. I felt it was more likely he wanted to embarrass me and make me lose face. Anyway, he insisted on drinking. I had no choice; in front of a beautiful woman, I risked everything to keep up with Lao Peng. After a few bottles, because the effects of the day's alcohol hadn't worn off, I really didn't want to drink anymore, but Lao Peng wouldn't let me, and we ended up in a bit of an awkward silence. At this point, Teacher Wang couldn't stand it anymore and finally said that Xiao Li was also drunk and should drink a few glasses for me. Lao Peng was initially reluctant, but Teacher Wang insisted, so he gave in. Before long, everyone was quite drunk again. Seeing things were getting out of hand, Xiao Li persuaded Lao Peng to pay the bill, suggesting we all go to the movies instead of drinking. Lao Peng, who had also drunk quite a bit, insisted on going to the movies and staying all night. I told him, "You guys go ahead, I'm changing and going home." Seeing that I wasn't going, Teacher Wang said to Xiao Li and Lao Peng, "You guys go ahead, I'll see Xiao Feng off and need to rest. I can't keep up with you young people." While Lao Peng was paying the bill, Xiao Li turned around and smiled at me: "Don't be angry with Lao Peng, he's fine, don't take it to heart." I waved my hand dismissively, "Why be angry? He invited me to drink, why would I be angry? I should be thanking him!" There was a hint of displeasure in my voice. Seeing my state, Xiaoli could only look at Teacher Wang. Before Teacher Wang could say anything, Lao Peng returned, swaying as he pulled Xiaoli to go see a movie, while instructing me, "Take your aunt home before you leave, okay? We'll have a proper drink another day." Listening to his drunken ramblings, I didn't bother arguing and let them go. But after they were gone, as Teacher Wang and I stood up to leave, a gust of wind blew, and I realized I was drunk too. What's wrong with me? I cursed myself inwardly, grabbing onto a roadside tree for support. Seeing my condition, Teacher Wang came over and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Xiaofeng? Can you walk?" "Yes, of course I can. Watch me walk." I pretended to be relaxed and kept walking. Ms. Wang seemed a little tipsy, laughing as she walked behind me: "Dressed like that, you look like a bear, swaying and staggering..." Hearing this, I suddenly remembered a joke my aunt had told me. When Ms. Wang wrote to her husband, she never used his real name, but affectionately called him "Bear"... Thinking of this, I stopped and leaned against a large tree, turning to look at Ms. Wang. By then, she was walking at a similar pace to me, a gentle breeze blowing her long hair, her face flushed, making me want to kiss her. Ms. Wang walked up to me, playfully punching me in the chest. "What are you looking at? Can't walk anymore?" I said, "You're the one who can't walk anymore! How about we have a race to see who gets home first?" Ms. Wang readily agreed, but said I had to go first, because she's a boy and runs fast. I said no, I had to go first, because I don't know the way. Before I could finish, Ms. Wang was already laughing and running, so I naturally caught up with her. The wind picked up as we ran, and my dizziness intensified. Finally, we made it into the doorway, and we stumbled and playfully jostled our way up the stairs, like a couple deeply in love. Finally, Ms. Wang opened the door, and my willpower gave way. I collapsed onto the floor in front of her again, but thankfully I didn't throw up this time and felt sleepy again. In my hazy state, I felt Ms. Wang lock the door, squat down beside me, and gently pat my face: "Bear, get up! You're not admitting defeat, are you?" I vaguely heard Ms. Wang calling me "Bear" and pulling me forcefully, eventually dragging me to the sofa. I mumbled, "I'm not a bear! I want to go home! I want to change my clothes!" She seemed to have taken advantage of the situation and sat down at the other end of the sofa, laughing and scolding me: "Drunk like this, what are you going to do? I'm not seeing you off." Then she leaned against the sofa and slumped down. For a moment, neither of us cared about the other; I just leaned back on the sofa and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Somehow, I felt like I was floating back to my aunt's house. No one was home; my aunt probably hadn't returned yet. I just went to my room and slept soundly. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I vaguely sensed movement. I knew my aunt was back. Because I was afraid she'd be angry and scold me for not coming home on time that afternoon, I pretended not to notice and continued sleeping. Meanwhile, my aunt was clearly considering how to punish me for my disobedience. After a while, she just leaned closer to look at me, without getting angry or scolding me. I felt a little relieved. "It's good you're not angry," I thought. "I'll explain later when I'm a little tipsy." With that thought, I felt the best thing I could do was go and fight with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep). Just as I was about to fall asleep again, perhaps my return made her feel there was no need to be angry anymore. She finally leaned down and hugged me, becoming intimate with me. Maybe it was because we hadn't been together for two days, but this time her lips were very gentle and moist. Her hands began to move from my chest down to my groin, caressing me a few times, perhaps to see if I missed her. Then she slipped her hand inside my underwear and took my hand, gently stroking me. At that moment, I realized she must have missed me a lot, otherwise she wouldn't have done this to me. It was all my fault for not coming back to be with her sooner. I felt guilty, so I reached out and hugged her, pulling her towards me. I felt she seemed to have lost a lot of weight; her waist wasn't as thick as before. She trembled slightly but didn't resist, letting me pull her down. After a while, unlike the previous times, she didn't use her hands or mouth to make me ejaculate. Instead, she pulled me up, supporting me and leading me by my penis, slowly into her bedroom. We naturally lay down on her large bed, which felt softer, more fragrant, and more intoxicating than ever before. She started kissing and biting me, asking if I thought she was too old, and telling me about her troubles, her reasons, and her worries. It seemed that what she talked about most was that she was also a woman and needed to be loved. I learned that a leader had been trying to harass her, and how unwilling she was. I realized that her life was also very difficult. When she spoke of her sorrows, she began to cry softly. I hugged her and started kissing away her tears, and my aunt responded passionately. We pulled at each other's clothes, and soon we were completely naked. The feeling of embracing her completely naked for the first time made us both feel each other's passion. Suddenly, she got up and pushed me down, straddling me, and with what seemed like a cool cloth, she guided my penis and slowly sat down. Entering a woman's lower body for the first time, I felt incredibly good. My aunt had finally given me everything. It was a very soft, very encompassing, very moist, very smooth, very exciting, and very stimulating feeling. She moved gently up and down on me, my hands around her waist matching her movements. It was then that I realized how incredibly beautiful my aunt was at that moment. Her face looked younger, and that lewd expression was almost unbearable. Her breasts, shimmering white, seemed more erect than usual, making my head spin. My hands roamed freely over her body, kneading and enjoying her smooth, delicate skin. My lips slowly moved closer, reaching her breasts.I grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, slowly kneading it, enjoying its softness, while my mouth sucked on her other nipple. "Ah… Xiao Feng…," my aunt moaned softly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her hands tightly gripping my head as if afraid I would suddenly disappear. Then her hands slid down my back, touching my shoulders and pulling me up. She stroked my spine, then reached down, trying to pry open my buttocks. Her technique was skillful; her palms circled, occasionally pinching the flesh with her fingers. With each movement from behind, I felt my penis throb upwards, and her lower body began to contract rapidly. In a moment of carelessness, I felt myself overwhelmed by the excruciating sensation. Just then, she forcefully hooked her buttocks around me and cried out with difficulty, "Xiaofeng, don't move..." Hearing this, I quickly stopped thrusting and pressed my penis tightly against the depths of her lower body. I felt the flesh of my aunt's vagina begin to contract involuntarily, then streams of hot fluid poured onto the head of my penis. Don't move, Xiaofeng, don't move... I'm going to die! After saying this, my aunt, her face flushed, suddenly sat up, biting my shoulder tightly. Then, her lower body contracted, releasing a gush of her most concentrated love juice… At this moment, I finally couldn't control myself anymore. After all, this was my first real time making love with a woman, and I felt I had done a great job just to last this long. So I stopped forcing myself and pressed myself firmly inside my aunt's body, releasing all the passion I had at that moment… Perhaps I was just too tired. I had just gone through two days of stressful exams and had drunk too much twice today. Now, feeling completely satisfied, I no longer cared about how my aunt felt. I completely let go and fell into the embrace of Morpheus, sleeping soundly without any regrets… In the morning, because I had drunk too much last night, I was extremely thirsty and had a headache. I felt very uncomfortable, like I hadn't replenished my water in the desert for days. At that moment, I didn't care whether my aunt still had any complaints about me. We'd already done that last night, so there shouldn't be any more unpleasantness, right? I groggily nudged her, who was lying next to me, and said, "Auntie, I want water, I'm thirsty..." My aunt had already woken up. Hearing that I wanted water, she didn't say much, just sat up, and without putting on any clothes, went straight to get me some. Suddenly, I felt something was wrong and jumped up from the bed... At that moment, I suddenly realized something was amiss and jumped up from the bed. Because what I saw wasn't the scene of my aunt's bedroom in my mind at all. I widened my eyes and scanned my surroundings, combining this with the memories of what happened last night. Good heavens, there must be a mistake. Thinking this, I was completely dumbfounded. This could only be Teacher Wang's bedroom. It was completely unbelievable that I had actually slept in her bed and hadn't left. Then who else could it be last night with me...? I froze there. How was I going to explain this to my aunt? My aunt had been waiting for me at home all afternoon and evening. She had told me the day before yesterday that my uncle and younger cousin would be at the construction site yesterday, and she was waiting for me at home. How could I explain this to her? My first time wasn't with my aunt. Although I can't say I had no feelings for Teacher Wang's beauty, it was just a thought. How would I handle it if it actually happened? Teacher Wang's reputation in town and school is already ruined. If I get dragged into this, how will I explain it to my parents? A series of thoughts collided violently in my head. I sat there like a dummy, hugging my knees, completely motionless! Just then, I heard the sound of water being poured outside. My eyes immediately went to the door, hoping it was my aunt who came in. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about anything else, because my aunt would definitely not let things get out of control. Just then, Teacher Wang came in with two glasses of water. She had already wrapped herself in a bath towel in the bathroom. Her curves were already beautiful, and this made her figure even more shapely. When she noticed me staring at her, her face flushed slightly. She didn't say anything, but simply sat down on the edge of the bed, handed me a glass of water, and without a word, took it but didn't drink, just kept looking at her. Feeling embarrassed by my gaze, she took her own glass, turned around, kicked off her slippers, and sat on the other side of the bed. For a moment, we sat at opposite ends of the bed, each under the other's gaze, but neither of us spoke. After a few minutes of silence, I couldn't bear the stillness any longer. I tilted my head back and gulped down the entire glass of water in a few mouthfuls. At that moment, Ms. Wang handed me her glass of water, saying her first words since we'd regained consciousness: "This water is for you too..." I took the glass and stared into her eyes, and to my surprise, I saw my own reflection there. Only then did I realize I was still completely naked. A wave of panic washed over me. Forgetting all about drinking, I hurriedly placed the glass on the bedside table with one hand and grabbed the blanket to cover myself with the other... Seeing my frantic movements, Ms. Wang couldn't hold back any longer. She pounced on me, laughing uncontrollably... I felt even more embarrassed and didn't respond to her movements, no matter how much she shook me... Seeing my still dazed expression, Ms. Wang realized there was nothing funny anymore. She gradually quieted down, but she didn't leave my body. Instead, she stayed close to me, gently tracing circles on my chest with her small hands... I felt her breath coming from her mouth and the smooth movements of her fingers. Facing this woman, who was only a dream come true and whose beauty was almost suffocating, I couldn't help but feel desire again. Anyway, I wouldn't be able to explain myself when I went back, so I might as well make the best of it! She quickly sensed the changes in my breathing and body. She leaned closer and stared at me, making me nervous again. Then, her hand reached up, touching my forehead, my face, then tracing across my chest and lower abdomen, slowly moving under my blanket… If I hadn't been certain it was her last night, this time I was completely facing Teacher Wang. Anyway, we'd already done it once, a few more times wouldn't kill me, so I boldly started touching her. Sensing my movements, she leaned down beside me, slowly closing her eyes. Perhaps she wasn't completely open to me yet. When my hand touched her lower body, I felt it was wet and sticky. Maybe she hadn't been satisfied last night, or maybe she wanted it now. I pulled my hand back, kissed it under my nose, instinctively thinking it was with my aunt, and then sucked on my finger, savoring the taste. Seeing I didn't move, Teacher Wang opened her eyes and chuckled softly: "So you're this horny!" "How can you eat this stuff..." I originally wanted to suck Jing's fingers dry before giving her oral sex, but I realized I couldn't let her know I had experience in this area, so it was better to keep it a little secret. We continued, our hands already exploring each other's genitals more deeply. A hint of desire returned to her fair face, and the blush on her cheeks became more pronounced. I knew she was starting to want it, and I also knew that she could still be shy when she was awake. At this point, no further action was needed. She reached under the pillow and pulled out a small package, skillfully tore it open, took out my penis, put on clothes, and then remained still. Obviously, she wanted to lie down and wait for me. Although I didn't like this thing, I knew what it was for, so I didn't mind. This time I was more proactive and quickly got into the mood. I spread her legs and thrust my penis forcefully into her lower body, once, twice, but I still couldn't find the right spot. Feeling my haphazard thrusting, she couldn't help but mutter in surprise and delight: "You don't know how?" As her hand reached over and gently pulled down below, my entire penis was instantly inside her… I could no longer suppress my desire, and I began thrusting between her legs. She also tried her best to open her thighs, allowing her to fully open up to receive my thrusts. Soon, her breathing became rapid, and she began to moan, initially like crying in pain, but also like an unbearable pleasure. Her buttocks swayed vigorously, responding to me, her legs slamming against my waist, making crisp slapping sounds. After a while, she probably felt that this wasn't enough, pushed me away and made me lie on the bed. She rolled over and straddled me, her lower body swaying, completely engulfing me, and began to shake wildly.The exact same scene as when I was drunk was playing out again. I got excited down there, lifting my body to meet her fall. Finally, she cried out, "I...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming down, you can come back up if you want...I'm done!" Because I had no experience in this area, I didn't even realize she had reached her climax, what a pity. I let her get down and lie on the bed, then I pressed myself against her from behind. Her buttocks were soaking wet, her vulva wide open. This time, I entered her without much effort and began to thrust with all my might. She closed her eyes, her brows furrowed, letting me thrust in and out like a dead pig. Soon, she seemed to feel something again. Under my thrusts, she became excited again, her body began to twist, her buttocks arching back in rhythm with my movements, and her cries grew louder. Just when I felt I was about to give in, she suddenly turned her head to kiss my face, calling out, "Xiao Feng, hurry, hurry...don't

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