[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 13

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Chapter 63

We stood at the counter ringing the bell for over two minutes, but no staff came into the lobby. It was a bit ridiculous. It wasn't three or four in the morning, just past midnight. Were the staff on strike?

An empty hotel lobby at night was just as eerie as an empty school at midnight. For a fleeting moment, I felt a truly strange atmosphere permeated the hotel, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Perhaps it was time to turn around and step out the door, leaving this realm of the living and the dead, lest I mistakenly enter the intersection of this world and the other...

The vast and dark reception hall, the empty sofas and chairs, the ink painting of Bodhidharma, the wooden plaque praising the emperor, the large plant pots, the slowly rotating large round fan on the ceiling, and the dim light of the warm yellow electric lights all seemed to beckon to Wenwen and me... Come on... child... come and play... this place is so much fun...

I quickly calmed myself down, trying not to let my imagination and fear run wild, but I felt Wenwen unconsciously tighten her grip on my arm, clinging to me, as if she was starting to feel uneasy and afraid.

"Wenwen... don't you feel something's strange? It's like we've entered another dimension..."

"...Brother, don't talk nonsense..."

"Didn't Channel 4 just air A Chinese Ghost Story a few days ago? Do you remember the hotel at the end?"

"Stop talking!"

Although Wenwen was already starting to shout at me in fear not to talk nonsense, these kinds of stories kept popping into my head.

A hotel steeped in tragic tales: a woman, pregnant with her lover's child, is abandoned by him and denied forgiveness by her family. Driven to despair, she arrives at the hotel in a bright red dress, her wrists slit, ending her miserable life, her blood splattering the walls…

Or, every night, mournful noises emanate from the hotel's basement. A curious staff member investigates and is astonished to find cries echoing throughout the basement, lamenting that what was once their resting place was suddenly converted into a hotel, their remains trapped beneath it, unable to move…

They even wake up to find uninvited visitors standing by their beds, the bed shaking, a head bleeding from seven orifices outside the window, a blood-soaked faucet, and a hanging figure in the bathroom…

"Wenwen… I… I keep thinking about the hotel ghost stories I told you before…"

"Don't think about it!!!! And don't tell me!!!!"

Wenwen covered her ears with her hands, trying to escape the story I wanted to tell. I guessed she herself had already started conjuring up many such stories, which was why she reacted so strongly.

I pressed the bell again, intending to wait a few more minutes. If no one answered, I'd find another hotel with a receptionist. Luckily, a waiter came out quickly. In the dim light, he just smiled kindly, but in the dimly lit lobby, he seemed to carry a hint of unease.

I got the room key and discovered it was on the sixth floor…

Wenwen gripped my hand tightly, and we got into the dimly lit elevator.

The elevator was really old, occasionally trembling and making a faint metallic scraping sound.

“I wonder which floor this elevator will stop at… and where it will take us after the doors open…?”

“Brother!! That's enough!!”

We stepped out of the elevator and into the dark corridor, the doors closing quickly behind us.

Standing in the narrow corridor, it was just Wenwen and me; no one else was there. Everything was so quiet, as if all sound on Earth had been sucked away.

The bright red carpet on the floor and the countless European-style nightlights on the walls, perhaps beautifully arranged, added a touch of mystery to the corridor in the dead of night.

“Wenwen…”

“…What?”

“It’s so quiet.”

“Hmm…”

“Maybe we’re the only ones staying on the entire sixth floor.”

We didn’t speak, just listened quietly, and there really wasn’t a sound.

“Don’t you think this corridor seems particularly long?”

“No… Brother, don’t talk nonsense…”

“What if we see a figure standing there for no reason?”

“Ouch!! Brother, don’t keep talking nonsense!!”

Looking at the deserted corridor, I remained silent for a moment, and then said, “Brother really thinks this hotel is hard to describe… really…”

I didn’t say anything more, and Wenwen also fell silent. I walked nervously and carefully, holding Wenwen behind me as if I were protecting her with all my might.

I could feel her hands, which were holding my arm, tightening their grip even more.

Finally, we reached our room door, and just as Wenwen inserted the key into the door, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open…

“Whoa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I suddenly shouted in her ear!!

Wenwen almost jumped up and let out a loud scream, then hugged me tightly.

I burst into laughter, while Wenwen, realizing I'd tricked her, became angry, laughing and yelling at me, launching a relentless barrage of wildcat punches.

"Brother's so mean!!!!!"

"Stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, I'll really become one of the hotel's most terrifying legends!"

I kept pleading with her, laughing, and felt the corridor was warm, a far cry from the dark, cold feeling I'd just experienced.

She really is a little girl; she's so easily fooled into believing ghost stories. No wonder, she's only fifteen. That's why Wenwen is so adorable.

After opening the door, Wenwen and I didn't immediately go in. We put aside our playful mood and, out of courtesy, asked the "good buddies" inside to leave first before we entered.

After closing the door and locking it tightly, we pressed the wall switch to turn on the light, instantly illuminating the room and dispelling any darkness.

After tossing my bag onto the bed, I breathed a sigh of relief; finally, I could rest. It was still a bit chilly outside, but warm inside. The air conditioning wasn't too cold, so Wenwen and I confidently took off our coats and hung them on the hanger.

Wenwen went into the bathroom to check, then came out, opened the wardrobe, rummaged through the drawers, and looked around carefully before finally picking up the remote and turning on the TV.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her frantically checking like a headless chicken.

The attentive Wenwen smiled and replied, "Just checking to see if there are any problems."

"I'm switching the TV to the news channel to see what's on."

I remembered seeing that same famous, kind-faced, half-white-haired old man who, after his supposed victory in what he called the first battle in five thousand years, boasted about how the country should be built and how Taiwan should be developed…

But honestly, Wenwen and I aren't very politically savvy, so we just watched.

Wenwen sat upright on the edge of the bed, quickly changing channels, trying to find something she liked. I, propped up on my head and reclining on the bed, also began to look at my sister's back.

I recalled memories from nearly ten years ago, and as if feeling a temptation, desire rose slightly again. So I reached out and gently touched Wenwen's back and shoulder through her sweater, then slid my fingers down her back gently...

Wenwen paused for a moment, then slowly turned to look at me.

"Back then you were just a little girl, and now you've grown so much..."

She didn't respond, but just kept looking at me.

"Do you remember what happened ten years ago?"

"Not really... I only vaguely remember that we stayed in other rooms here with Mom and Dad."

Looking at her, Wenwen had truly forgotten.

Perhaps it was because she was only about six years old then, and she had only played with me here once, so it's understandable that her memory wasn't deep.

Back then, when I thrust into little Wenwen, she really screamed.

Because she cried out in pain, I became nervous and scared, and could only awkwardly pull away from her, worried that she would tell her mother.

But she didn't. She just sat up after I left her and innocently smiled, saying, "Brother's little chicken is out again..."

Hearing that, that afternoon I started playing horsey with her without any worries. But because I was afraid Wenwen would scream like before, I didn't dare to go all out, and only rubbed against her through her underwear...

Looking at her, if she really didn't remember, then there was no need to revive that past memory; it was enough to keep it in my heart.

“Wenwen…this seems to be the first time it’s just the two of us traveling so far from home, and even staying in a hotel room together…”

“Mmm…”

“Don’t we feel like we’re on our honeymoon?”

I said softly, running my fingers from her hips up her waistline. Wenwen’s cheeks began to flush.

“…What a strange honeymoon…”

Wenwen said with a smile. It was indeed strange, since we came down to collect gold; how could it be a honeymoon?

I was just joking, but it suddenly made me think, since we're already in the south...

"Wenwen, why don't we not rush back on Sunday? We can spend a few more days traveling together, like a honeymoon. We're about to graduate anyway..."

"Honeymoon?" Wenwen was shy and silent for a moment, then said worriedly, "Don't we have enough money?"

"I brought my debit card with me, there are tens of thousands of dollars in it. Sun Moon Lake, Shanlinxi, Alishan, Janfusun Fancyworld, Anping Fort... there are so many places, we can go to any place you want..."

So I got out of bed, slowly sat behind her, opened my arms and hugged her tightly. Wenwen quickly placed her hands on my arms, accepting my hug from behind without resistance.

"Okay? Wenwen... A honeymoon only happens once in a lifetime..."

"...Brother, should we call Uncle now and tell him we're here?"

Wenwen tried to change the subject, but this tactic was completely outdated and ineffective against me. She'd better come up with something new next time: "It's too late, it's okay to tell Uncle tomorrow morning... How about it, okay?"

"We only brought two sets of clothes..."

"We can go buy some new clothes to change into."

"But other people want to go abroad for their honeymoon to Europe..."

"We can treat it as a second honeymoon. When I'm richer in the future, I'll take you wherever you want to go in Europe."

She fell silent again.

Seeing my sister and wife's hesitant silence, I started kissing her hairline, her cheeks, her ears, and kept whispering my requests in her ear.

"...Where do you want to go, brother...?"

"How about I take you to Alishan to see the sunrise and sea of clouds? I heard it's very beautiful... Then we'll go to Shanlinxi and stay at a big hotel there."

"Mmm..."

Hearing Wenwen finally agree, my joy at that moment was indescribable.

When we set off from Taipei, I never imagined it would turn into a sweet honeymoon.

Although Wenwen said she was willing to stay with me forever, we'd always lived a marriage in name only, and I felt something was missing.

We didn't have a wedding, and there could never be one; it would definitely be a lifelong regret.

Because we couldn't be in the light of day, we could only secretly love each other in the darkest corners of society, so wanting a memory similar to a wedding anniversary was my most meager dream.

I hugged her tighter, and my sister-in-law and wife turned and slowly hugged me back.

Chapter 64

In my arms, Wenwen's petite body was always so warm and soft, like a fragrant pillow and a light quilt.

During that time, there wasn't much to say about Wenwen's life.

A quiet, indescribable happiness filled the air—that was the most direct and simple description.

As long as we can see each other, feel each other's warm hands, feel each other's warm breath, and have our hearts pounding without stopping, confirming each other's existence, that is our happiness.

Lovers pledge their lives to each other, and physical intimacy between husband and wife is natural.

But siblings engaging in such behavior is never allowed by society…

For Wenwen and me, it's a permanent punishment. Even if we pretend not to care, it follows us constantly, piercing our hearts…

I began to kiss her, slowly slipping my hand inside Wenwen's long skirt, caressing her warm stockings, touching her thighs.

"…I just gave these to you last weekend when we went to the hot springs…"

Wenwen said softly, knowing my desire, but not stopping me.

I didn't respond to her either, because I knew it was unnecessary.

"Brother… are we already on our honeymoon? But we have to get up early tomorrow to go to Uncle's house…"

I didn't answer with words, but let her know through the continuous movements of my hands.

I grasped my sister's breasts, kneading them through her sweater and bra, then raised her hands and removed her clothes piece by piece.

As I moved, perhaps half panicked and half shy, she kept talking to me, seemingly wanting me to stop, but not really.

"Brother, this is a hotel."

"This is our room now, we can do whatever we want."

"Is the door locked...?"

"Didn't you lock it when we came in?"

"Oh yeah... Brother, turn off the light..."

"Don't worry, it's just us, no one will come in and peek."

So Wenwen obediently lay down on the bed, and by then I had already taken off her upper body clothes.

She crossed her arms to cover her chest, and I knelt between her legs, lifting them to begin taking off her skirt, her pure white stockings down to her waist, and finally, her underwear...

Wenwen lay naked on the bed, her legs spread wide and straddling my lap as I knelt between them, her arms still slightly crossed over her chest out of shyness.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with deep affection, her watery eyes seeming to whisper a thousand words she only wanted me to hear.

Between her legs, her most intimate parts were laid bare before me, completely uncovered.

"Wenwen... your body is so beautiful..."

Slowly, I pulled her arms away from mine, gently touching her breasts as they rose and fell with her breath, my touch moving downwards until I reached her private parts...

"Don't touch..." she stopped me with her hand. I initially thought she was resisting because she didn't like being touched there, but she whispered, "It's dirty..."

I had never properly looked at Wenwen's private parts before. When we made love at home, she was either completely covered by a blanket, the room was dimly lit, or we did it in the bathroom, relying solely on feeling.

Because Wenwen had always refused to let me see, and I was afraid that if I ignored her request and insisted on seeing, she would be unhappy and refuse me forever, I had never seen them.

But today, I was determined to see them. After all, we were already husband and wife, and it wouldn't be right to cover them up like before...

"Wenwen, aren't we husband and wife? Why would I think there's something dirty about you?"

"But when people go to the toilet there..."

"Then do you think my penis is dirty? A man's penis needs to pee just like a woman's, besides ejaculating during sex."

She didn't respond again, so I lifted her legs with both hands and gently folded them towards her breasts, then spread them apart.

"Brother?!"

Wenwen was a little startled by my actions, and looked at me with even more shyness and nervousness. Because of this position, her buttocks were raised high and completely exposed to me.

"Don't be shy, I just want to get to know every part of my wife's body. If you want, you can look at every part of your brother's body too. Can you lift your legs yourself?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Wenwen's stiff body slowly softened again, and she held her legs still with both hands, her cheeks flushed as she looked at me.

The folds of my sister's labia were slightly closed, protecting the vaginal tissue inside.

I looked at Wenwen, and she looked at me with slight nervousness as well. Then I slowly placed my palms on them and pried open the middle and back part of her labia...

The bright pink vaginal walls were immediately revealed to me, the inside slightly writhing and covered with the fluid that the vagina would secrete at any time, like a transparent film reflecting glimmers of light.

To be honest, the whole vagina didn't look big, still small, but it allowed my penis to enter several times and had been used to hold a child once, which surprised me a little.

But at least it made me more certain that a woman's vagina expands according to the size of the foreign object, and is not limited to that size; childbirth is a prime example.

"Wenwen, have you ever looked at yourself here?"

She shook her head decisively.

I thought so too; a girl like her wouldn't look at her genitals for no reason, and without a mirror, it would be extremely difficult for a girl to see her own genitals clearly.

"Want to see? I'll go find a small mirror so you can see your own body."

"Brother... don't look..."

"Why?"

Wenwen didn't answer, her cheeks still flushed, and she looked at me with nervous, shy eyes. So I decided to ease her tension first.

"Are you afraid I'll see if there's poop on your butt?"

"You're so annoying!!!"

She immediately scolded me, both embarrassed and angry, and smiled at me.

"Then why don't you want your husband to see?"

"...It's embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing about letting your closest husband see your body?"

"...Hmm..."

She smiled shyly and responded, revealing a tender side.

In response to my wife's smile, I extended my right index finger and gave a wicked smile.

Seeing my actions, Wenwen immediately tensed up, her smile fading. "Brother, what are you doing?!"

"Brother wants to dig a little..."

"Wait!!"

she cried out, genuinely nervous, but I, as her husband, ignored her, only quickly thrusting my finger towards the target, giving my wife no chance to stop.

"Brother!! No!!"

Amidst her tense screams, Wenwen released her legs and tried to get up.

In an instant, Wenwen, who had already released her hands and was about to quickly close her legs and get up, stopped and looked at me helplessly.

Because I was sticking my finger into my nostril and digging in front of her...

"Wenwen, is it necessary to be so nervous? Being too nervous will make you age faster."

Wenwen, who had already half-scratched up, realized I was teasing her, so she completely relaxed and lay back down on the bed, straddling my knees. The tension on her cheeks vanished, and she couldn't help but smile softly...

This is the most intimate and joyful memory between husband and wife, joyful without being lewd, a feeling that ordinary couples can never understand.

"Brother, you're so mean, bullying me like this..."

"Who told you to be so shy and nervous? Or do you want your brother to really dig it out?"

"You dare!?"

Wenwen pretended to be angry and glared at me, but the smile on her face wasn't very convincing.

"Okay, fingers aren't allowed, so can my little chicken go inside you?"

Taking the opportunity, I formally made a request to Wenwen, but she laughed and scolded me, "No!!"

"Okay, let my little chicken go in and peck at you, otherwise it will starve to death..."

"How could my little chicken be hungry?"

"Yes, it is, sexually frustrated..."

"Brother, you're so perverted!!" She couldn't help but laugh and scold me.

"No way, being hungry means you need to eat. And the little chicken doesn't eat for nothing, in the end it will be like a swallow building a nest and spitting out a white chicken nest for Wenwen..."

Wenwen laughed again, and several times she seemed to want to hold back or say something, but it only made her laugh even harder.

Truly, she was so beautiful when she laughed, young and beautiful…

Sex with joy and love is forever alluring…

Listening to my wife's laughter, I stood on the bed, took off my pants and underwear and threw them off the bed, then opened and put on the condom. Wenwen finally stopped laughing, calmly watching my actions, knowing that I was about to unite with her, and silently waited.

After everything was ready, I squatted between her legs again, looking at my silent sister-in-law, seeking her final consent. After Wenwen understood what I meant, she silently began to raise her legs, and as before, bent them into an M-shape, resting them on my hands. But I didn't let her legs rest on me; instead, I spread them wider to the sides and made her bend her legs and place them on the bed herself, because today I wanted to lie next to her, so I couldn't just hold them up like before.

I lowered my head, grasped my erect penis, and, finding and aligning it with the pink opening of my sister's vagina, placed it on top to hold it in place, and eagerly began to push forward…

The pink vagina, equally moist and warm, began to squeeze the slowly invading male penis again.

Wenwen also took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

When my penis was fully inside the deepest part of my sister's vagina, I stopped moving, and slowly lowered my upper body, slightly shifting my position, lying face down beside my sister's wife's left breast and body.

I didn't thrust or pull, just kept it fully inserted, lying calmly, and looked at Wenwen with my side. She also smiled shyly and turned to look at me.

"Am I heavy?"

"No."

She answered me calmly, then slowly placed her hands behind my back and gently embraced me.

That night, in this hotel room, the two of us lying naked on the bed weren't siblings, but simply husband and wife or lovers.

I could faintly feel her slightly rapid heartbeat and the rise and fall of her full, elastic breasts with her breath.

Every moment I felt made me love her even more…

“Wenwen, do you like the feeling when we’re together?”

“It always hurts a little when you first come in.”

“And now? We’re together like husband and wife, do you like it?”

“As long as you like it.”

Wenwen gave me the same standard answer again, but that wasn’t what I wanted to know.

“Wenwen, I’m asking if you like it? Because if you don’t like it, but I keep making love to you like this…”

She didn’t answer me, but just smiled calmly at me, and I could feel her vagina continuously and autonomously squeezing and pushing slightly.

“We’re already together like this, so it’s okay to tell me the truth, and I’m your husband too, aren’t I?”

“…I don’t really like or want to have sex. I’m only willing to give myself to you because you’re my husband.”

“…Is that so…”

I felt really disappointed then, extremely disappointed. I felt an indescribable sense of loss, like I couldn’t bring my partner the same pleasure, and it was all just selfishly my own enjoyment.

Gentle Wenwen definitely noticed my dejected mood, so she quickly added, “I feel good when I feel it too.” But she probably didn’t know how to comfort me or encourage me at a time like this, so she could only say that.

“During orgasm?”

She nodded shyly.

"Don't you feel anything else?"

"...I just feel your penis is warm inside me, and sometimes it moves a little... And what about you, brother?"

"Like I said before, I feel your vagina is very warm, and it gently squeezes my penis, like a massage."

"...It really is only comfortable for men...No wonder you like sex so much..."

"Wenwen, I'm going to move now."

After saying that, I propped myself up and moved away from her again, and started thrusting my penis.

When Wenwen heard what I said, and because my penis started thrusting, her body swayed slightly back and forth on the bed, she hugged me even tighter, and her legs, which were lying flat on the bed, naturally rested next to mine.

I suddenly thought that the girl I was pressing down on, letting my penis thrust in and out of her warm vagina, exploring the most mysterious forbidden land of a young girl, she was only fifteen years old at the time, my own sister Wenwen, and also my only wife... In addition, this is not

my own home, but a hotel room in another city, so it is more like an incestuous brother and sister having an affair in a hotel, which makes me even more sexually aroused.

I slowly thrust in and out, looking at my sister lying on the pillow as I asked, "Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, my body feels warm."

"After we get back to the hotel tomorrow night, I want to try a different lovemaking position than today or before."

Wenwen's eyes widened in surprise after hearing what I said: "You want it again tomorrow?!"

"We're on our honeymoon... Couples on their honeymoon make love every night..."

She seemed a little lost, unsure how to respond, so she just stared at me.

Wenwen probably hadn't expected this, thinking that after tonight, it would be weeks before she could have sex with me again, since I usually only did it with her about once a month.

But for a guy, as long as the situation allows, he can have sex with the woman he loves anytime, without worrying about how long it will be. Even if we just finished, he can rest for ten minutes and then immediately get back to the action. I've only ever had sex with Wenwen once a month before, mainly because I'm considerate of her feelings, which is why I've been so restrained and only seek her out for release once in a long while.

Looking at her expression, I had to stop thrusting and ask her, "You don't want to?"

She didn't answer immediately, remaining silent.

I was worried, thinking she was unhappy and regretful, so I was about to tell her it was okay if she didn't want to, and that the honeymoon could just be a simple trip.

Fortunately, Wenwen was sensible; she knew I wasn't making things up, and she certainly knew that my previous monthly visits to her were very patient. So she smiled again: "...As long as you really want to..."

This meant she was prepared for me to have sex with her anytime, not just every month, which made me very happy. Because I finally didn't have to endure a whole month anymore; whenever I wanted, I could just ask her.

I resumed my silent thrusting, gazing at the shy, warm smile that remained on Wenwen's face, and gently stroked her cheek, smiling back.

Looking at my sister, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I increased the speed of my thrusting.

The hotel bed began to creak and sway with my movements.

Making love is truly tiring, like a marathon, but no matter how tiring it is, I'm still willing because I can unite with the girl I love and release my semen inside her.

My brother and I lay naked on the clean white sheets, without any blankets covering us, neatly piled up beside the bed, making love in this unfamiliar place and room.

Suddenly, I realized that our position at this moment must be like in an adult film, the man on top of the woman with her legs spread, our genitals connected only by our penises, full of obscenity...

But there's no way around it, that's how making love is, it seems no position feels sacred.

As the climax approached, without thinking, I instinctively said this possessive sentence to my sister: "Wenwen, you're mine, right? You'll always be mine..."

Although I believed Wenwen wouldn't do this to me, it was truly my heartfelt words, I never wanted her to leave me and have another man.

"I will always stay by your side, brother..."

"Really!"

"Yes!"

Wenwen nodded firmly, giving me the deepest promise.

I continued to silently enter and exit her body, feeling all the pleasure and climax.

After another minute or so, I was finally about to ejaculate.

"Wenwen...I...!"

Before I could finish speaking, I buried my penis deep inside her, held it still, and began to ejaculate violently.

My consciousness went blank again, as if my soul had been released with the semen.

Each spurt, even through the condom, was incredibly satisfying; I felt like I wouldn't care if my life ended like this.

I believe this was the fleeting satisfaction of fulfilling my own desire to procreate.

As I released the last drop, all consciousness returned to my mind, leaving only exhaustion. I weakly laid my heavy body in Wenwen's arms. She didn't push me away, but simply held my body, gently cradling my head, supporting my weight.

After a short rest, having regained some strength, I slowly got up and smiled, saying, "Brother, you're heavy, aren't you?"

"It's okay. Are you feeling any better, brother?"

"Much better, I only feel really tired when I ejaculate."

So I sat on the bed and started tying the condom full of semen. Wenwen silently got up and sat on the edge of the bed, picked up our travel bag from the floor, took out some toilet paper, and slightly spread her legs to wipe her genitals.

I turned my head and watched her wiping with curiosity, because I was wearing a condom, right? After watching for a while, I realized that her genitals were still a little sticky with a clear liquid. It must have been vaginal lubricant that got on the outside because of my thrusting. No wonder she felt something and wanted to wipe it clean.

At this point, even though I had ejaculated inside the condom and tied it tightly, the room was still filled with the strong smell of my semen... It's always like this, even at home. The smell of semen always takes a while to dissipate, but Wenwen didn't say anything. She must be used to it.

Wenwen looked at the hotel clock on the table: "It's past two o'clock, it's so late..." "

It's okay, the gold-collecting is on Sunday morning anyway, and we don't have anything to do today, we can sleep in a little longer."

"Okay."

Then she was about to get up to throw away the toilet paper, but I took it first, along with the condom, and threw it into the trash can in the corner. I then pulled Wenwen's hand again and helped her onto the bed.

"Okay, Wenwen, let's sleep."

"...Not wearing clothes?!"

"No need, are you afraid I'll see? It's just the two of us anyway. Besides, the air conditioning in the room isn't cold, you can lie down and pull up the covers."

"Okay..."

So I pressed the main light switch on the bedside table, leaving only the nightlight and the small door light on. Wenwen also went back to bed naked, lying down on the innermost side against the wall, pulling up the covers and covering both of us.

At first, we lay separately and obediently, but soon Wenwen, like a kitten, took the initiative to snuggle into my arms, her warm body pressed tightly against me without any clothes covering her.

As a result, what started as a casual chat about everyday things turned into playful banter. Occasionally, I would steal a touch on her breasts or private parts, which would elicit a laugh and a playful resistance, adding to the sweetness.

We didn't actually fall asleep in each other's arms until four or five in the morning…

Chapter 65

“…Brother, wake up!! Brother, wake up!!”

Although I heard Wenwen calling out to me and shaking my body, I just didn't want to get up.

Sleeping is so comfortable, as anyone in the know understands, so I really didn't want to wake up unless absolutely necessary.

To stop her, I reached out and hugged Wenwen even tighter, like cuddling a kitten, trying to soothe her so she wouldn't disturb me while she slept. But she pushed me away even harder and called out even louder.

There was no way around it; although I was very sleepy, I had to open my eyes. I immediately saw Wenwen looking at me, and the room was bright with sunlight streaming in from the window.

I groggily asked, "...What time is it?"

"It's 9:30. We have to go to my uncle's house today, we have to leave early."

"So early...it'll be a little later..."

Just as I closed my eyes again, wanting to go back to sleep, Wenwen immediately pushed me and got up, forcefully trying to pull me up. She struggled to pull my arm, but because she wasn't strong enough, she could only lift me slightly, not completely. After pulling for a while, she finally gave up...

"I don't care about you anymore!!!"

Wenwen said somewhat unhappily, ignoring me as she lifted the blanket, then climbed over me and sat on the edge of the bed. Hearing that she was really unhappy, even though I really wanted to sleep, I could only obediently struggle to get up, lest my wife be even more unhappy.

These days, being a husband is really tough...

Wenwen sat on the edge of the bed, already wearing her underwear, and was putting on her bra. I quickly hugged her from behind, wanting to comfort her, but my brain cells just hadn't started working yet, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Wenwen ignored me, simply picking up her clothes from the floor, putting them on, and going into the bathroom. I quickly dressed and followed her into the bathroom, but she only brushed her teeth and washed her face, completely ignoring me.

"Wenwen, don't be angry."

The atmosphere was really heavy. After she finished washing up, she silently took my toothbrush and towel from her bag, simply telling me to brush my teeth and wash my face, then left the bathroom and went back to the room.

I obediently finished washing up, not daring to disobey her orders, and returned to the room. Only then did Wenwen smile and say, "Are you more awake now, brother?"

"You're not angry anymore, are you?"

"I wasn't angry at all. I just pretended a little, otherwise this sleeping pig wouldn't want to crawl out of bed and come with me, and would definitely go back to bed and fall asleep again very quickly."

Hearing her smile as she spoke, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, I still have to admit that Wenwen knew me too well; otherwise, I would indeed have quickly fallen back asleep in bed.

I remained in a hazy, dreamlike state, not fully awake yet.

Following Wenwen out of the hotel, the street was a stark contrast to the deserted state when we arrived late the night before. Pedestrians were everywhere, and shops were open, making it quite lively.

Wenwen knew I wasn't fully awake, so she took my hand and led me to a nearby Chinese breakfast shop selling porridge, without even asking what I wanted. To be honest, being dragged out of bed without getting enough sleep, I had little judgment. Therefore, Wenwen must have known my condition to pull me in without asking and find a two-person table to sit at.

"Two bowls of sweet potato porridge, and some braised tofu and bamboo shoots,"

Wenwen ordered with a smile, further confirming that this was indeed the countryside, as everything tasted so rustic and local.

An old saying goes, "The sweet potatoes grown here are exceptionally good!" But after eating them, I really didn't feel much difference; perhaps the truly delicious ones had already been devoured by the older generation…

After finishing the sweet potato porridge breakfast, I finally felt more awake and looked for a public phone booth nearby to contact my uncle.

The call connected quickly; it was my uncle. He spoke to me warmly and with concern. I later learned that when I called him last night, he was out having a late-night snack with my grandmother and other relatives who had come back to our hometown, which was why no one answered. If we had waited another ten minutes, someone would have answered.

My uncle had been waiting for my and Wenwen's call until after 2 AM after returning home last night. I don't know if we decided to come down the next day or what, but we hadn't contacted him. It reminded me that last night, Wenwen and I were making love in our hotel room, so of course I didn't call him.

Perhaps I should thank him for giving me this wonderful opportunity to make love and enjoy our honeymoon with Wenwen…

Knowing where we were, after hanging up, my chubby uncle quickly picked us up in his freewheeling car and took us to his house.

Along the way, he chatted with us kindly, speaking in his unique, not-so-standard Taiwanese Mandarin. He first asked which hotel we were staying at, then told us stories about my and Wenwen's childhood trips back to our hometown, chewing betel nuts with a straightforward, rustic charm. Unlike city dwellers, Taipei city people, while supposedly more cultured and refined, can also be cold and impersonal, lacking the warm, human touch of rural people.

Since it was a chartered bus, the three of us sat in the front; I was sandwiched in the middle, while Wenwen sat silently by the right door, gazing out the window like a demure young wife, not interrupting our conversation.

The houses in the countryside are all low, detached buildings, and the scenery along the roads is beautiful. The wind carries the natural scent of trees, a natural landscape unlike anything seen in the city.

There wasn't much to say about what happened that day. My uncle told us to get out of the car first, and he parked it in a nearby open space. Wenwen and I went into my uncle's house, where we were greeted by a group of relatives we rarely see. Wenwen and I greeted them one by one, and they all smiled and said that I could get married when I grew up, while also saying, in a way, that Wenwen was beautiful enough to get married, or they would jokingly say that they would introduce her to a boyfriend.

When we met my grandmother, she didn't say much to us, or even ask where we had stayed the night before. She just nodded slightly, as if it were an ordinary meeting.

After my uncle parked the car and came back, he didn't say anything to us either, but went back to greeting other relatives. It was a completely typical world of the elderly.

There weren't any young people like Wenwen and me among the relatives, so it would be strange if we had anyone to talk to. The age gap really creates a generation gap. Listening to these elders talk about their past glories, it felt like they were from hundreds of years ago. Although they were talking and their mouths were chapped, I still couldn't muster any interest.

Since I didn't keep in touch with most of my relatives, I found a spot by the wall to stand, with Wenwen standing beside me the whole time. Occasionally, a relative would try to strike up a conversation, and we'd only manage a few minutes of small talk, but nothing really really came of it.

At lunchtime, I remember my uncle setting up a large round table in the private arcade outside the gate, treating us relatives to all sorts of delicacies.

Everyone ate heartily, but I found the food increasingly unappetizing. Plus, with just the two of us young people there and nothing else to do, I quietly asked Wenwen after lunch, "Want to leave and go shopping?"

Wenwen nodded eagerly; she must have been bored too.

"Then let's go tell Grandma and Uncle we're going to the city center..."

After telling Grandma, I had to awkwardly tell my uncle, who was the host, since he'd only just brought us there. When my uncle learned that Wenwen and I wanted to leave first, he smiled completely understandingly and asked if we needed a ride back to the city.

Of course not; honestly, I felt bad asking him to go out of his way to take us away. After making up an excuse, my uncle nodded and told us, "He'll pick us up at the hotel entrance at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. We need to collect gold at ten." He then went outside to hail a taxi for us and politely offered to pay the fare first, which we politely declined.

After leaving my uncle's house, I finally felt a sense of relief and freedom again. We soon arrived at the city's bustling area. Although the streets were full of young people, to be honest, it was far less vibrant than Taipei's Ximending…

Anyway, Wenwen and I relaxed and wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, there wasn't much to see in the bustling area, so we decided to explore the residential alleyways as an adventure.

That afternoon passed by just like that, nothing special...

except that after dinner, carrying bags of various snacks to eat as a late-night treat, on the way back to our hotel, I saw a 7-Eleven in the distance and seized the opportunity to tell Wenwen, "I'm going in to buy something, is there anything you want to buy with me?"

Wenwen said she didn't want to buy anything, so when we went into the store, Wenwen stayed by my side.

I immediately went to the medical supplies shelf, picked up several boxes of condoms, and went straight to the counter to pay.

Wenwen was startled by my actions, but she must have known that I bought so many condoms so that she could use them on her during our honeymoon, so she stood behind me a little shyly, not daring to look at the clerk.

I paid easily and habitually, and the clerk, as if it were nothing unusual, took the money, gave change, and issued a receipt. After the transaction, I put everything in my pocket and walked out with Wenwen.

Wenwen remained silent, and I didn't need to explain, because she surely knew that once we got back to the hotel, I was going to use the condoms I'd just bought on her…

Of course, I couldn't use them all at once; I was afraid I'd collapse from exhaustion first. I wanted to replenish my ammunition now so I could launch myself comfortably during our honeymoon.

Back in the hotel room with Wenwen, after locking the door, I couldn't wait to pounce on her from behind, but Wenwen quickly and alertly ran ahead.

"There's a really good show on now, do you want to watch it, brother?"

she said, turning back with a smile. She sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. I thought, good, let her watch the whole show so she won't have any lingering doubts or worries when we make love.

Sitting beside her watching the show, eating the snacks I'd bought, I kept plotting how to make my move. Finally, the show ended, and just as I was about to pounce on her again, she immediately stood up and went into the bathroom.

At that moment, I was puzzled. Could Wenwen already sense the lewd and murderous aura emanating from me? Or has she truly transformed into a nimble, sixth-sense cat? That's why she can cleverly dodge before I can even make a move…

“Wenwen~~~”

I cried out pitifully, but she only turned back to look at me with a slightly shy smile, then went into the bathroom and closed the door.

It's alright, seeing her smile made me feel much better. Wenwen probably wanted to play in the bathroom with me, so she went in ahead of me to wait for me.

Impatient, with the speed of Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star spraying his shirt off, I stripped off all my clothes.

When I took off my underwear, my erection was as described in Buddhist esoteric scriptures:

“Heaven is pure, earth is pure, inner and outer are pure, the six senses are pure, the Great Bright King appears in a dark blue-green form, with boundless power…”

Of course, it must be boundless power, and it must also possess the ability to subdue all things, especially the woman I love.

I rushed to the bathroom door, taking three steps at a time, but when I turned the doorknob, I found it locked from the inside and couldn't be opened at all.

This little girl is ruthless, is she messing with me? After giving me a shy smile as bait, she left my brother and husband naked outside in the cold, itching to get in, and as their wife

, she doesn't seem to care at all... To be honest, she probably didn't expect me to undress so quickly inside the room...

I knocked on the door and called out to her, hoping she'd accidentally locked the door and let me in soon, but to my surprise, Wenwen replied, "I need to wash my hair now."

"Can I help you wash it?"

"You never wash it properly..."

"Can I help you wash your back?"

"No, I never get it clean either."

"Because I'm afraid of hurting you, let me come in and wash with you."

"No, I'll wash it myself later."

I didn't expect this little girl Wenwen to be so adamant, so I had to resort to tricks to get the door to open.

"Can I go to the bathroom first? I'm in a hurry!"

"No, please hold on a bit."

"I really am in a hurry!" "

There's a bathroom in the lobby of the hotel, it's not like I only have one bathroom at home."

This used to work, but this time it was rejected, and the reason seemed so legitimate. Perhaps I was witnessing the moment when Wenwen, this mysterious cat-like girl, underwent her biological evolution...

"Wenwen~~~" I finally let out a heartbroken cry, and then the bathroom fell silent again. After about ten seconds, Wenwen asked, "...Brother, you actually wanted to take this opportunity to get intimate, didn't you?"

Since Wenwen had asked so clearly, I had no choice but to honestly answer her, "Yes! Wife!"

Then the only sound in the bathroom was water again. She was silent for another ten seconds before answering, "After I'm done showering..."

At least she didn't refuse, which made my heart flutter.

"Wenwen, you can just come out wrapped in a towel after you're done showering, it's okay."

She didn't answer.

Anyway, Wenwen must know she'll be naked soon, so she might as well come out wrapped in a towel after showering; that would be even sexier and more alluring.

After saying that, I quickly turned off the lights, took out a condom, put it on, and lay down in bed to prepare…

Although I already had a premonition, I still waited for about half an hour, with the TV keeping me company, before she finally agreed to come out. During that time, my desire only intensified, never cooled.

When Wenwen finally came out, she was wearing a t-shirt and pajamas, her hair was wet, and she was holding a hairdryer—not the sexy image of just a towel wrapped around her that I had imagined. Lying

naked under the covers, I was stunned and a little disappointed. After all, guys are visual creatures; once the reality differs from their expectations, their mood plummets…

Wenwen smiled and said to me, “Didn’t you say you wanted to take a shower? I’m already done.” She plugged in the hairdryer and sat on the edge of the bed to dry her hair. "

Well, at the time I thought, as long as we can make love... " I lifted the covers, my erect penis slowly crawling towards her. Wenwen suddenly turned and shouted, "Brother, you're so dirty! Go take a shower first! Otherwise, I won't give myself to you!" Wenwen said firmly, then started drying her hair, deliberately ignoring me. At this point, there was nothing I could do. My wife had given the order, so the poor little husband had no choice but to obediently take off the condom and put it on the table, then walked dejectedly into the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door, I could still hear Wenwen shouting at me from inside, "Brother's clean clothes are on the rack, brother, you need to wash them clean." How hateful! She had the heart to let me let my desires accumulate with resentment like this. Later, I'll definitely transform from the Great King of Desire into a Demon King, making her experience the horrors of hell in a woman's body...

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