My Unrequited Love Affair with My Aunt

My Unrequited Love with My Aunt [Chapter 1] When I was 19, I left home to go to university in Nanjing. My uncle's family lived there, and because he was a seaman, my aunt lived alone. I remember the day school started, my aunt and family saw me off. My aunt wore a beautiful blue dress and white slippers; her pretty feet and fair skin were very sexy, but I didn't think much of it at the time. My aunt cared about me a lot, calling me every few days to ask: "Are you settling in well at school?" and inviting me to her house on weekends. The first weekend I went to my aunt's house, she had a computer, and I really wanted to go. I didn't have a girlfriend then, and going online at school was less convenient than going to my aunt's house, where someone would take care of me. During that month at school, my dorm mates seemed to know everything, talking about women every day, watching Japanese adult films with them, and gradually developing a strong interest in sex. After that, I would go to my aunt's house every weekend when I had nothing to do and stay overnight. During these times, I would pay more attention to my aunt. Let me tell you about my aunt. She was 30 years old at the time, with a great figure, about 167cm tall, and fair skin. She always treated me like a child, always telling me that school must be tiring and that I should eat more and take care of my health. I was always playing computer games and didn't pay much attention to her. Sometimes she would cook delicious food for me, and sometimes she would take me out to eat. Gradually, I became familiar with my aunt. Since I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, my aunt became my masturbation object. I would browse pornographic websites while masturbating. One time, my aunt suddenly said to me: "Xiaolin, you should find a girlfriend." I hummed in response. I thought that maybe she found out that I had accidentally ejaculated somewhere while masturbating. Later, I found out that it was because I hadn't deleted my browsing history. My first sexual encounter with my aunt was on a weekend during my second semester of freshman year. I went to her house as usual, on Friday night. When I knocked and went in, I found the table laden with a sumptuous meal and a bottle of wine. My aunt said it was her birthday, and my uncle was on a boat and asked me to celebrate with her. We talked a lot that night, drank some wine, and didn't finish until very late. After I took a shower, I went to play games. I could hear the sound of my aunt showering in the bathroom. I browsed some websites, and because of the alcohol, my penis was hard. The clattering of slippers told me that my aunt had also showered. I glanced at her; she was wearing a black nightgown, and her legs were very white. I turned back to my game. After a while, my aunt called out, "Xiao Lin." I said, "Auntie, what's up?" She came over and trimmed my toenails. I said okay. When I got to her room, she was already lying on the bed. She said, "Sit on the bed." So I sat cross-legged on the bed. She put the nail clippers in my hand and then put her foot on my lap. I could clearly see her red underwear. My penis became very hard. She put her other foot on my lap as well. I don't know if it was by accident or intentionally, but she touched my penis. Then she stopped moving. At this point, ref="http://raaccorp.My penis was very uncomfortable, but it was trembling slightly as if out of control. I didn't dare to move, and the atmosphere was very awkward. She noticed and laughed. I asked, "Auntie, what are you laughing at?" She said, "Are you still a virgin?" I hummed in response. Then she gently slid her foot on my penis and said, "It's so hard." I couldn't control myself anymore. In a moment of impulse, I put her foot down and hugged her. She turned off the light. Perhaps because we hadn't had normal sex for a long time, her buttocks kept pressing against me. I hurriedly pulled down her panties and tried to insert my penis into her vagina. I couldn't get it in, so she guided my penis in with her hand. There was a lot of fluid inside, and it was very hot. After a short while (about 5 minutes), I ejaculated. I ejaculated a lot. After I finished, I still hugged her. At this point, neither of us said a word. [Chapter 02] My aunt and I hugged for a while, and suddenly I felt a warm breeze near my ear. My aunt whispered in my ear, "Xiao Lin, this is a secret between us, don't tell anyone." Then she asked, "Isn't Auntie pretty?" I awkwardly hummed in agreement. As everyone knows, men often feel a sense of emptiness after sex, a mix of fear and tension. The excitement gradually subsided, but the thrill remained. Thinking back to when I first came to my aunt's place, I couldn't resist just looking at her beautiful feet (I have a foot fetish), and now I'd actually slept with her—it felt strange. I took a deep breath and slowly lay down, but my penis became severely erect again. The room was filled with a calm, just like before a storm… Men always let their penises dictate their thoughts. I broke the brief silence and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful, so gorgeous." My aunt took my hand and placed it on her breasts. It felt like touching a big watermelon. My aunt's breasts were so big and firm, like a ripe watermelon. Then she gently stroked my erect penis with her hand. I turned to look at my aunt, glancing at her nipples, and said, "Auntie, can I lick it with my mouth?" "Today, Auntie is your woman. Whatever you do, Auntie will be happy," she said. I touched one breast with one hand and licked the other nipple with my mouth. Auntie let out a loud moan. After a while, she said, "Lin, Auntie can't take it anymore. Lie down, Auntie wants to make you feel good." Actually, she wanted to feel good herself. After I lay down, she straddled me and put my penis into her little hole. It was hot, tight, and wet. My God, the feeling of sex was fucking amazing. Auntie shook, turned, and twisted vigorously, as if I were her whole world. Tonight was destined to be sleepless… "Xiao Lin, breakfast is ready." I opened my sleepy eyes, looked at my phone, and it was 8 o'clock. For the first time, I overslept, even though I always run every morning. I could only imagine how physically and mentally exhausting sex is. After breakfast, my aunt said, "I'll take you shopping right away and buy you two outfits." I was very happy, but also felt guilty, after all, she was the wife of my beloved uncle. (The previous post didn't explain my aunt clearly, so let me clarify: Her nickname is Pingping, she's from Zhenjiang, and she met my uncle in vocational school. Before marriage, she was a kindergarten teacher. After marriage, she settled in Nanjing with my uncle. She usually runs an online clothing store with one of my uncle's female friends, and her social circle in Nanjing is very narrow. She's mostly at home, so she feels empty, bored, and lonely. After we started having a relationship, she wouldn't let me call her aunt anymore, and I had to call her Sister Ping when my uncle wasn't around. You can imagine how messed up that was. After we started having a relationship, whenever my classmates went out to pick up girls on weekends, I would usually criticize my aunt. Until Cheng Ning—my college girlfriend—came into the picture, we started to see each other less and less. It was also because of this girlfriend that my aunt started giving me oral sex, anal sex, and SM—but that's another story. A woman with a sense of crisis is really scary. I wrote a lot of reflections because I genuinely don't know how to write erotic novels.) Cheng Ning, a college classmate, I met her at a club activity. She's a girl from Suzhou, and we gradually became friends, eventually becoming girlfriends. She's a very well-behaved girl; basically, it was through her that I went from a boy to a man. When I'm with my aunt, I'm always thrusting, but when I'm with her, I mostly enjoy the shyness. It was a weekend, and while my aunt was picking me up from school, I went shopping with Cheng Ning. My phone died, and I missed her call. When I got back to the dorm, my roommate said, "Your sister is so pretty." I was confused. "A relative of yours came to see you," my friend said. I immediately realized it must be my aunt, so I quickly charged my phone and called her back. Her voice was low. I said, "What's wrong, Sister Ping?" She said she was in a bad mood. Could I come over? I wasn't joking; my girlfriend and I had already booked a room. I gave my aunt a perfunctory answer, but I could clearly sense her unhappiness. Those guys in the dorm who didn't know the truth must have told her about me and Cheng Ning going out. Sigh! I thought, take it or leave it. Damn, this old woman is still acting like a little girl. She hasn't gone to pay her dues to my uncle for two weeks straight. By the way, does reaching the point of paying dues mean this woman has no charm left? Wrong view. It only means this woman has other places that haven't been properly explored. ) Ding-dong, ding-dong, the door opened, and my aunt seemed very happy. I had inadvertently played hard to get with her. After entering the house, I said, "Good sister, I've been busy with my English exams lately, so I haven't come over." My aunt snorted and said, "I wonder which girl you've been busy with!" She made me sit on the sofa, and she knelt on the floor and started to take off my pants. I said, "Sister, I haven't showered yet." My aunt said, "It's okay, I haven't eaten meat in a long time, I'll wash you with my mouth." I almost laughed out loud, thinking: Damn, she's like a starving ghost, she really needs to be fucked. My aunt took my penis into her mouth. My interest was aroused once again. Her swallowing and spitting gave me incredible pleasure. My penis isn't long, but it's about 15 centimeters. She swallowed it all in one gulp. Although there was a teething sensation, the pleasure outweighed the pain, and she clearly won out over the pleasure. It was my aunt's first time giving me oral sex, and it was also my first time receiving oral sex. Just like the Olympics being held in Beijing, Beijing will surely be remembered. The oral sex was very powerful. At the moment I was about to ejaculate, she skillfully pinched my perineum with her fingers.The text appears to be a jumbled collection of phrases and sentences, seemingly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful as it lacks coherent sentences and context. It includes fragments like "Asian domestic fine European and American Japanese and Korean online," "martial arts novel meridian reversal," "pregnancy fluid remaining on the glans," "my head felt like it had been electrocuted," "a victorious smile," "my aunt's lips," "my aunt's speed," "my aunt's slack ... No matter how much my aunt tried to seduce me that day, I just couldn't ejaculate. So I whispered in her ear, "Ping, I want to ejaculate in your mouth." She looked at me, and without waiting for her reply, I rolled over and placed her on the sofa. I inserted my shiny black penis, covered in her vaginal fluid, into her mouth. I held her head with both hands, feeling like the head of my penis was almost fully inside. At that moment, my aunt let out a soft moan, her eyes gazing at me with deep affection, tears welling up in her eyes, saliva slowly dripping down her chin like lotus root threads. Seeing her like this, I felt an immense sense of conquest, but also a pang of guilt and reluctance. I felt I had let her down (after all, we'd been together for a year; it would be a lie to say there were no feelings). I naturally said, "Ping, baby, I'll take it out if you're not comfortable." Just as I was about to pull my penis out, she clung tightly to my buttocks. I still couldn't ejaculate. Gradually, my penis softened, and suddenly the urge to ejaculate vanished. The first time I realized I'd forgotten the fuse just before the shell was about to fire, to be precise, I was completely flustered and disoriented. I pulled my penis out and held her tightly in my arms. I gently patted her back, and for some reason, a pang of sadness welled up inside me. Ping said, "Linlin. What's wrong?" I said, "Baby, I'm sorry you had to suffer like this. I'll love you properly from now on." Ping cupped my face in her hands, looked into my eyes, and said, "Lin. I don't ask for anything. It's just that I feel scared when you're not around. I'm really okay, Lin." Then she said, "I know you're still young and should have your own life. I just hope you can come and talk to me often. I'm so lonely." Then she smiled and said, "Bring her to see me sometime." I said, "Ping, thank you. I'm growing up happily with you. I'll bring her over when I have time." Ping placed her hand on my nipple again, gently pinching and swirling it with her fingers. My little brother rose again. My breathing quickened rapidly. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. I said, "Sister, I want to play a rape game with you." She was surprised at first, then smiled and nodded. I blindfolded her with her black blindfold, forced her mouth open, stuffed a towel into her mouth, turned her hands over, took a pair of her black stockings from her closet drawer, and tied her hands together. Then I spread her fair thighs, put my phone on vibrate, put on a condom, and inserted it into her vagina. I rubbed my shiny black penis hard against her nipples. At this moment, I was extremely excited. I wonder if rapists have this mentality. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a moist spring from her dense forest. Sister Ping's slender waist twisted irregularly, and she let out painful and suppressed moans, but I heard the charge. I pulled out the phone and thrust my penis hard into her vagina. Inside her vagina, it felt like thousands of ants were crawling all over her, constantly writhing. I thrust hundreds of times. At that moment, I felt my semen rushing towards my glans like a high-speed train. Just as I pulled out my penis and removed the towel, I ejaculated into her mouth just as she was about to gasp for breath. She was panting heavily, her tongue sweeping up and down and side to side across the meatus of my glans, making me tremble all over. The scalding semen was about to drip from the corner of her mouth when her tongue accurately licked it into her mouth again, swallowing it happily with a muffled sound. I picked her up again and carried her into the bathroom for a bath together, a bath that should have been a testament to our desires. In the small bathroom, my aunt carefully washed my body. When she reached my neck, she suddenly bit down hard and sucked forcefully, quickly creating a beautiful lipstick. I closed my eyes, painfully savoring this strange love. In response, I happily kissed Ping-jie. Ping-jie's lips were so sexy, captivating me. We freely expressed our deepest feelings. Do all men have the potential to be emperors? In this city of Nanjing, I, in my passionate nature, truly understood the meaning of universal love. Finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms until dawn. Another lewd weekend passed. Like a real estate developer, I did some in-depth development on the land of the "old city," and even gave Ping-jie oral sex. Finally, as I was leaving, my aunt looked at the bright red rose she had planted and said, "I'm sorry, Lin." I smiled and said, "It's okay, you're still trying to be naughty." Sister Ping said very seriously, "Be careful, don't let her see it. I don't want an old woman to ruin your life." I said, "I like mature women, I'm happy!" She said, "You're just saying that." I said I was leaving, and just as I reached the door, I turned back to look at her and could see that she was reluctant to let me go. I said, "Baby, I'm really leaving. I'll come back to feed you next time." She made a fake hitting gesture, "Be careful on the road," and smiled. I nodded. For a week after arriving at school, I didn't dare wear low-cut clothes and didn't dare see Cheng Ning, afraid that Cheng Ning would see me. Young girls are so easy to fool. I said that I had exams coming up and it would be troublesome if I failed. I also wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam. We texted each other every day. It was basically fine until one day she called me and said: "I'm downstairs in my dormitory, call me down." Her words were tinged with sadness. I wondered what was going on? What had she discovered? My heart pounded. As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory building, I saw her with her head down in the distance. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong. She didn't speak. I carefully took her arm and said, "Brother Pig, I'm pregnant" (I was born in the Year of the Pig). I said, "Huh? Don't you always take birth control pills?" Then I comforted her, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll find a way to handle it. Be good!" After coaxing her for a while, once Cheng Ning calmed down, I took her all the way to the girls' dormitory. Then I went back to my dormitory, smoked a cigarette, and thought: What am I going to do? Everyone knows that college students don't have much money, and abortions cost money. I quickly searched online, looked up several hospitals, and mustered up the courage to call one. The cheapest abortion would cost 1500 yuan. My God! Two months' living expenses! And that's without any other expenses, not to mention that my budget for dating and buying clothes was included. It wouldn't be good to tell my parents. Just when I felt like I had no way out, the image of Sister Ping appeared before my eyes. How should I put it? While my other roommates weren't in the dorm, I called Ping, and she was very happy. I told her I'd come over for the weekend, and she was delighted. She joked, "I thought you'd forgotten about your sister." I said I'd bring Cheng Ning, and she seemed happy to say, "Okay!" But I could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. That weekend, I took Cheng Ning to my aunt's house. Cheng Ning was very embarrassed. I told her it was okay, that my aunt and her family had been through similar experiences. (I later learned that my uncle had a serious affair, because my aunt couldn't have children (congenital ovarian hypoplasia), and my uncle desperately wanted a child. They would argue every time he came home, and their relationship gradually deteriorated. I learned he only came home once every six months. Because he had another woman and an illegitimate child, my aunt always felt she couldn't have children, so she always accommodated him—but that's a story for another time.) When we arrived at Ping's house, she was very welcoming, making tea for us and offering fruit to Cheng Ning. I told my aunt everything about the affair. Cheng Ning lowered her head, a shy blush spreading across her face. Her aunt then earnestly tried to comfort us. She said things like, "You're still a student, you should have an abortion." When she said that, I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and I understood the hardships women face. Then she said, "After the surgery, rest at my house for a while! I'll help you get a sick leave certificate from the hospital." Cheng Ning was very moved, and I sincerely thanked her aunt for her understanding and help. So, every day after school, I went back to my aunt's house to keep Cheng Ning and her aunt company. During the two weeks Cheng Ning rested, many things happened—some obscene, some touching, some exciting, some tense.Did the rapist have this mentality? Her juices, like a nourishing spring, seeped continuously from the dense forest below. Ping's slender waist twisted erratically, and she let out painful, suppressed moans, but I heard the bugle call to charge. I pulled out my phone and thrust my penis hard into her vagina. Inside, it felt like a million ants were crawling, constantly writhing. I thrust hundreds of times. At that moment, I felt my semen rushing towards my glans like a high-speed train. Just as it was leaving the station, I pulled out my penis and removed the towel. In the instant she was about to gasp for breath, I ejaculated all of it into her mouth. She gasped, her tongue sweeping up and down, left and right, around the tip of my penis, making me tremble. Just as the hot semen was about to drip from the corner of her mouth, her tongue accurately licked it into her mouth again, happily swallowing it with a muffled sound. I carried her into the bathroom again, and we took a bath together—a bath fueled by desire. In the small bathroom, my aunt meticulously washed my body. When she reached my neck, she suddenly bit down hard, sucking forcefully. Soon, a beautiful rosebud bloomed. I closed my eyes, painfully savoring this strange love. In response, I happily kissed Ping. Ping's lips were so sexy, captivating me. We freely expressed our deepest feelings. Do all men have the potential to be emperors? In Nanjing, I, in my passionate state, truly understood the meaning of universal love. Finally, we slept in each other's arms until dawn. Another lewd weekend passed. Like a developer, I did some in-depth development on the land of the "old city," and even gave Ping oral sex. Finally, as I was leaving, my aunt looked at the bright red rose she had planted and said, "I'm sorry, Lin." I smiled and said, "It's okay, you're still trying to be naughty." Sister Ping said very seriously, "Be careful, don't let her see it. I don't want an old woman to ruin your life." I said, "I like mature women, I'm happy!" She said, "You're just saying that." I said I was leaving, and just as I reached the door, I turned back to look at her and could see that she was reluctant to let me go. I said, "Baby, I'm really leaving. I'll come back to feed you next time." She made a fake hitting gesture, "Be careful on the road," and smiled. I nodded. For a week after arriving at school, I didn't dare wear low-cut clothes and didn't dare see Cheng Ning, afraid that Cheng Ning would see me. Young girls are so easy to fool. I said that I had exams coming up and it would be troublesome if I failed. I also wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam. We texted each other every day. It was basically fine until one day she called me and said: "I'm downstairs in my dormitory, call me down." Her words were tinged with sadness. I wondered what was going on? What had she discovered? My heart pounded. As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory building, I saw her with her head down in the distance. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong. She didn't speak. I carefully took her arm and said, "Brother Pig, I'm pregnant" (I was born in the Year of the Pig). I said, "Huh? Don't you always take birth control pills?" Then I comforted her, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll find a way to handle it. Be good!" After coaxing her for a while, once Cheng Ning calmed down, I took her all the way to the girls' dormitory. Then I went back to my dormitory, smoked a cigarette, and thought: What am I going to do? Everyone knows that college students don't have much money, and abortions cost money. I quickly searched online, looked up several hospitals, and mustered up the courage to call one. The cheapest abortion would cost 1500 yuan. My God! Two months' living expenses! And that's without any other expenses, not to mention that my budget for dating and buying clothes was included. It wouldn't be good to tell my parents. Just when I felt like I had no way out, the image of Sister Ping appeared before my eyes. How should I put it? While my other roommates weren't in the dorm, I called Ping, and she was very happy. I told her I'd come over for the weekend, and she was delighted. She joked, "I thought you'd forgotten about your sister." I said I'd bring Cheng Ning, and she seemed happy to say, "Okay!" But I could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. That weekend, I took Cheng Ning to my aunt's house. Cheng Ning was very embarrassed. I told her it was okay, that my aunt and her family had been through similar experiences. (I later learned that my uncle had a serious affair, because my aunt couldn't have children (congenital ovarian hypoplasia), and my uncle desperately wanted a child. They would argue every time he came home, and their relationship gradually deteriorated. I learned he only came home once every six months. Because he had another woman and an illegitimate child, my aunt always felt she couldn't have children, so she always accommodated him—but that's a story for another time.) When we arrived at Ping's house, she was very welcoming, making tea for us and offering fruit to Cheng Ning. I told my aunt everything about the affair. Cheng Ning lowered her head, a shy blush spreading across her face. Her aunt then earnestly tried to comfort us. She said things like, "You're still a student, you should have an abortion." When she said that, I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and I understood the hardships women face. Then she said, "After the surgery, rest at my house for a while! I'll help you get a sick leave certificate from the hospital." Cheng Ning was very moved, and I sincerely thanked her aunt for her understanding and help. So, every day after school, I went back to my aunt's house to keep Cheng Ning and her aunt company. During the two weeks Cheng Ning rested, many things happened—some obscene, some touching, some exciting, some tense.Did the rapist have this mentality? Her juices, like a nourishing spring, seeped continuously from the dense forest below. Ping's slender waist twisted erratically, and she let out painful, suppressed moans, but I heard the bugle call to charge. I pulled out my phone and thrust my penis hard into her vagina. Inside, it felt like a million ants were crawling, constantly writhing. I thrust hundreds of times. At that moment, I felt my semen rushing towards my glans like a high-speed train. Just as it was leaving the station, I pulled out my penis and removed the towel. In the instant she was about to gasp for breath, I ejaculated all of it into her mouth. She gasped, her tongue sweeping up and down, left and right, around the tip of my penis, making me tremble. Just as the hot semen was about to drip from the corner of her mouth, her tongue accurately licked it into her mouth again, happily swallowing it with a muffled sound. I carried her into the bathroom again, and we took a bath together—a bath fueled by desire. In the small bathroom, my aunt meticulously washed my body. When she reached my neck, she suddenly bit down hard, sucking forcefully. Soon, a beautiful rosebud bloomed. I closed my eyes, painfully savoring this strange love. In response, I happily kissed Ping. Ping's lips were so sexy, captivating me. We freely expressed our deepest feelings. Do all men have the potential to be emperors? In Nanjing, I, in my passionate state, truly understood the meaning of universal love. Finally, we slept in each other's arms until dawn. Another lewd weekend passed. Like a developer, I did some in-depth development on the land of the "old city," and even gave Ping oral sex. Finally, as I was leaving, my aunt looked at the bright red rose she had planted and said, "I'm sorry, Lin." I smiled and said, "It's okay, you're still trying to be naughty." Sister Ping said very seriously, "Be careful, don't let her see it. I don't want an old woman to ruin your life." I said, "I like mature women, I'm happy!" She said, "You're just saying that." I said I was leaving, and just as I reached the door, I turned back to look at her and could see that she was reluctant to let me go. I said, "Baby, I'm really leaving. I'll come back to feed you next time." She made a fake hitting gesture, "Be careful on the road," and smiled. I nodded. For a week after arriving at school, I didn't dare wear low-cut clothes and didn't dare see Cheng Ning, afraid that Cheng Ning would see me. Young girls are so easy to fool. I said that I had exams coming up and it would be troublesome if I failed. I also wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam. We texted each other every day. It was basically fine until one day she called me and said: "I'm downstairs in my dormitory, call me down." Her words were tinged with sadness. I wondered what was going on? What had she discovered? My heart pounded. As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory building, I saw her with her head down in the distance. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong. She didn't speak. I carefully took her arm and said, "Brother Pig, I'm pregnant" (I was born in the Year of the Pig). I said, "Huh? Don't you always take birth control pills?" Then I comforted her, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll find a way to handle it. Be good!" After coaxing her for a while, once Cheng Ning calmed down, I took her all the way to the girls' dormitory. Then I went back to my dormitory, smoked a cigarette, and thought: What am I going to do? Everyone knows that college students don't have much money, and abortions cost money. I quickly searched online, looked up several hospitals, and mustered up the courage to call one. The cheapest abortion would cost 1500 yuan. My God! Two months' living expenses! And that's without any other expenses, not to mention that my budget for dating and buying clothes was included. It wouldn't be good to tell my parents. Just when I felt like I had no way out, the image of Sister Ping appeared before my eyes. How should I put it? While my other roommates weren't in the dorm, I called Ping, and she was very happy. I told her I'd come over for the weekend, and she was delighted. She joked, "I thought you'd forgotten about your sister." I said I'd bring Cheng Ning, and she seemed happy to say, "Okay!" But I could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. That weekend, I took Cheng Ning to my aunt's house. Cheng Ning was very embarrassed. I told her it was okay, that my aunt and her family had been through similar experiences. (I later learned that my uncle had a serious affair, because my aunt couldn't have children (congenital ovarian hypoplasia), and my uncle desperately wanted a child. They would argue every time he came home, and their relationship gradually deteriorated. I learned he only came home once every six months. Because he had another woman and an illegitimate child, my aunt always felt she couldn't have children, so she always accommodated him—but that's a story for another time.) When we arrived at Ping's house, she was very welcoming, making tea for us and offering fruit to Cheng Ning. I told my aunt everything about the affair. Cheng Ning lowered her head, a shy blush spreading across her face. Her aunt then earnestly tried to comfort us. She said things like, "You're still a student, you should have an abortion." When she said that, I saw tears welling up in her eyes, and I understood the hardships women face. Then she said, "After the surgery, rest at my house for a while! I'll help you get a sick leave certificate from the hospital." Cheng Ning was very moved, and I sincerely thanked her aunt for her understanding and help. So, every day after school, I went back to my aunt's house to keep Cheng Ning and her aunt company. During the two weeks Cheng Ning rested, many things happened—some obscene, some touching, some exciting, some tense.Girls are so easy to fool. I told her I had exams coming up and it would be a real problem if I failed, and I was hoping to take the postgraduate entrance exam. We texted each other every day. Things were mostly fine until one day she called and said, "I'm downstairs at my dorm, come down." Her voice was filled with sadness. I wondered what was going on? Had she found out? My heart sank. As soon as I stepped out of the dorm, I saw her with her head down. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong. She didn't answer. I carefully took her arm and said, "Brother Pig, I'm pregnant" (I was born in the Year of the Pig). I said, "Huh? Don't you always take birth control pills?" Then I comforted her, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll figure something out. Be good!" After a while, once Cheng Ning calmed down, I took her all the way to the girls' dorm. Then I went back to my dorm, smoked a cigarette, and thought: What am I going to do? Everyone knows college students don't have much money, and abortions cost money. I quickly searched online, looked up several hospitals, and mustered up the courage to call one. The cheapest abortion they charged was 1500 yuan. Oh my god! Two months' living expenses! And that's without any other expenses, not to mention the budget for dating and clothes. I couldn't easily talk to my parents about it. Just when I felt like I had nowhere to turn, Ping's image appeared before my eyes. How to put it? When my other roommates weren't in the dorm, I called Ping. She was very happy. I said I'd come over for the weekend, and she was excited. She joked, "I thought you'd forgotten about your sister." I said I'd bring Cheng Ning, and she seemed happy to say, "Okay." But I could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. That weekend, I took Cheng Ning to my aunt's house, and Cheng Ning was very shy. I told her it was okay, that my aunt and her family had been through similar experiences. (I later learned that my uncle was having an affair, and a serious one at that. My aunt couldn't have children (due to congenital ovarian hypoplasia), and my uncle desperately wanted one, so they would argue every time he came home, their relationship gradually deteriorating. I only found out he only came home once every six months. Because he had another woman and an illegitimate child, my aunt always felt she couldn't have children, so she always tolerated him—but that's a story for another time.) When we arrived at Ping's house, Ping was very welcoming, making tea for us and offering fruit to Cheng Ning. I told my aunt everything. Cheng Ning lowered her head, a shy blush spreading across her face. My aunt then sincerely comforted us, saying things like, "You're still a student, you should have an abortion." When she said "abortion," I saw tears welling up in her eyes; I understood the hardships women face. Then she said, "After the surgery, rest at my house for a while! I'll help you get a sick leave certificate from the hospital." Cheng Ning was very touched, and I sincerely thanked my aunt for her understanding and help. So, every day after school, I went back to my aunt's house to keep Cheng Ning and my aunt company. During the two weeks Cheng Ning was recuperating, many more stories unfolded—some obscene, some touching, some exciting, and some tense.Girls are so easy to fool. I told her I had exams coming up and it would be a real problem if I failed, and I was hoping to take the postgraduate entrance exam. We texted each other every day. Things were mostly fine until one day she called and said, "I'm downstairs at my dorm, come down." Her voice was filled with sadness. I wondered what was going on? Had she found out? My heart sank. As soon as I stepped out of the dorm, I saw her with her head down. I quickly ran to her and asked what was wrong. She didn't answer. I carefully took her arm and said, "Brother Pig, I'm pregnant" (I was born in the Year of the Pig). I said, "Huh? Don't you always take birth control pills?" Then I comforted her, saying, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll figure something out. Be good!" After a while, once Cheng Ning calmed down, I took her all the way to the girls' dorm. Then I went back to my dorm, smoked a cigarette, and thought: What am I going to do? Everyone knows college students don't have much money, and abortions cost money. I quickly searched online, looked up several hospitals, and mustered up the courage to call one. The cheapest abortion they charged was 1500 yuan. Oh my god! Two months' living expenses! And that's without any other expenses, not to mention the budget for dating and clothes. I couldn't easily talk to my parents about it. Just when I felt like I had nowhere to turn, Ping's image appeared before my eyes. How to put it? When my other roommates weren't in the dorm, I called Ping. She was very happy. I said I'd come over for the weekend, and she was excited. She joked, "I thought you'd forgotten about your sister." I said I'd bring Cheng Ning, and she seemed happy to say, "Okay." But I could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. That weekend, I took Cheng Ning to my aunt's house, and Cheng Ning was very shy. I told her it was okay, that my aunt and her family had been through similar experiences. (I later learned that my uncle was having an affair, and a serious one at that. My aunt couldn't have children (due to congenital ovarian hypoplasia), and my uncle desperately wanted one, so they would argue every time he came home, their relationship gradually deteriorating. I only found out he only came home once every six months. Because he had another woman and an illegitimate child, my aunt always felt she couldn't have children, so she always tolerated him—but that's a story for another time.) When we arrived at Ping's house, Ping was very welcoming, making tea for us and offering fruit to Cheng Ning. I told my aunt everything. Cheng Ning lowered her head, a shy blush spreading across her face. My aunt then sincerely comforted us, saying things like, "You're still a student, you should have an abortion." When she said "abortion," I saw tears welling up in her eyes; I understood the hardships women face. Then she said, "After the surgery, rest at my house for a while! I'll help you get a sick leave certificate from the hospital." Cheng Ning was very touched, and I sincerely thanked my aunt for her understanding and help. So, every day after school, I went back to my aunt's house to keep Cheng Ning and my aunt company. During the two weeks Cheng Ning was recuperating, many more stories unfolded—some obscene, some touching, some exciting, and some tense.

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