The Underwear Miracle 1-20

Chapter One: First Encounter

Opening the locked drawer, the small drawer, less than fifty centimeters square, was surprisingly crammed with all sorts of

women's underwear. Hundreds of sexy pieces, enough to make any man's heart flutter, were neatly arranged in

the drawer—my treasured collection accumulated over the years—my underwear kingdom.

I cared for my collection like a pet, and knew the owner of each piece of underwear. Whenever I

played with them, it felt like I was entwining myself with their owners—how intoxicating!

My inexplicable connection with women's underwear dates back to when I was twelve years old. My aunt, who had immigrated to the United States

many years ago returned to Taiwan to visit my mother and stayed at our home for more than half a month. My aunt had always

been the most beautiful in the family, and after many years, she had indeed become even more mature and stunningly beautiful.

I never imagined that I, only in fifth grade, would have such inappropriate thoughts about my aunt! But thoughts were one thing,

and I was powerless to do anything about it. Just then, something on the back balcony caught my eye—yes, it was my aunt's

underwear.

Women's underwear is something you can see on the back balcony every day, nothing out of the ordinary. But in the past

, I only ever saw the underwear of the two women in my family—my mother and sister. My mother's underwear was always

simple, prioritizing comfort over anything fancy, and my sister, being younger, wore only girlish underwear,

nothing attractive at all. Because of this, I considered women's underwear just ordinary clothing. But after seeing

my aunt's underwear, I was completely stunned.

Transparent, soft gauze, beautiful lace trim, and a sexy, openwork design—I wondered

what such underwear could possibly cover? Yet, this was exactly what my aunt wore every day!

And so, my aunt's underwear became my first collection. Even by today's standards, her

underwear at the time was quite avant-garde. And because of this, women's underwear plunged me into

an abyss from which I've been unable to escape ever since.

Among my collection, aside from a few pieces from my mother and sister (partly because the styles weren't very

appealing , and partly because I was afraid of attracting their attention, so I only occasionally played with them in the bathroom, or even

used them for masturbation, but didn't collect them), most came from my neighbor's apartment.

Whether by coincidence or fate, because there was a private girls' college across the street from my house,

the landlord rented the apartment to female students long-term. As a result, a whole row of women's underwear

could . Of course, girls in their early twenties wouldn't wear overly sexy or revealing

underwear, but occasionally, some stunning pieces would appear. I habitually

peeked , and once I spotted my prey, I never missed.

Therefore, in just five years, I collected hundreds of sexy pieces of underwear. I can even vaguely

remember the pure and lovely faces of their owners—they were truly irresistible!

But the thing I least wanted to happen actually happened last month.

The homeowner, desperate for money, sold the house. Looking at the drawer full of underwear, the

thought of losing my supply naturally dampened my spirits.

The new neighbors next door had moved in a week ago; my mother said it was a woman in her early forties and a boy of

about fifteen or sixteen. Hearing this, my heart sank. A forty-year-old woman—wasn't she similar to my mother

? Looking at my mother, I should be able to deduce the new neighbor's appearance and the style of underwear she wore.

That day, I reluctantly went to the back balcony. Perhaps out of habit, I leaned

over the iron railing, wanting to see if the new neighbor's, that forty-year-old woman's, underwear was any

different .

An unbelievable thing happened! Good heavens! These were…women's underwear! These were real

underwear !

I almost screamed with joy. Yes, the underwear I'd been waiting for finally reappeared. I'd always assumed

a forty-year-old woman wore the same boring, unattractive underwear as my mother, but our new neighbor

turned out to be a woman of exceptional taste.

Black, purple, dark red, apple green—a riot of colors—corresponded to the lingerie hanging under the eaves, swaying in the breeze,

and my spirits soared with it. For years, I'd thought my aunt's underwear was

the epitome of , but now, even sexier, more romantic, even slightly obscene lingerie was appearing on

the back balcony of a forty-year-old woman's house.

The owner of the underwear quickly piqued my interest. You know, underwear reflects the person, and the person reflects the underwear; if the two

differ too much, the underwear loses its allure. So, I wanted to meet her.

Unexpectedly, it happened again—before I could even approach her, she came to my door.

When I first saw her, it was hard to reconcile her with her sexy underwear.

It wasn't because she was ugly; on the contrary, her beautiful face and tall figure were

stunning. Although upon closer inspection, she wasn't as young as before, but the undeniable femininity she exuded

made her appear younger.

The reason lay in her clothing.

A noble and elegant Western-style dress gave her an air of unapproachability, a stark contrast to her lewd and sexy

lingerie . If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed those were her underwear!

"Hello, young man, my surname is Zhang, your new neighbor, please take care of me."

She would later be the Aunt Zhang I would call "in public," and the godmother I would call "in private"!

Chapter Two: Losing the Wind

I didn't particularly like the title of "underwear thief." Although I was indeed an underwear thief, in the

five years I had never been caught. However, this myth was ultimately shattered.

Ever since I first saw Aunt Zhang's underwear, I've been obsessed, spending all my time on the back balcony

staring at the underwear she hangs on the rack. I even meticulously recorded all her underwear, noting

the pattern, color, and style of every bra, pantyhose, stockings, and sexy nightgown. This went on for a full

month . After tallying it up, I discovered she had over thirty sets of various underwear, not including those

she hadn't worn yet.

Finally, I made up my mind to steal Aunt Zhang's first pair of panties, because of that purple silk-like...

The panties were so alluring, they seemed to beckon me, beckoning, "Steal me, steal me!" I

successfully stole them.

That very day, I used these new panties to cover my penis and masturbated for a full three hours, ejaculating four or

five times. This was an experience I'd never had before, and it certainly demonstrated their irresistible charm!

Once is never enough. Normally, I wouldn't steal from the same person repeatedly in a short period, as it easily

attracts attention. But Aunt Zhang's panties were just

too . So, I made my first mistake ever, stealing four pairs of her sexy panties.

Just as I was about to steal them for the fourth time, a woman's voice came from the next room: "So it's

you! I've been waiting for you for so long."

My scheme had been exposed, and I had to find a way to resolve it. Hopefully, considering my young age, Aunt Zhang would forgive my

naiveté! Carrying the underwear I'd stolen from her balcony over the past few days, and filled with dread, I arrived at her

doorstep, bracing myself for the inevitable punishment… What if she wouldn't accept my apology and insisted on calling the police?

I might go to jail!! Oh God! What should I do?

Just as I hesitated at her door, the door opened from the inside.

"Aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing outside?"

Aunt Zhang greeted me with a kind smile, urging me to enter. Outside, my legs trembled with fear; I didn't

know if I'd ever come out.

"I…I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…I was indecent…I…"

In my panic, tears welled up in my eyes. But then Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with

a cup of hot tea, inviting me to have a drink with her. Was this my last meal? I stood there, stunned, watching the kind Aunt Zhang fill my

cup , wondering what she was up to.

I placed the four stolen pairs of underwear on the coffee table, keeping my head down, afraid to look her in the eye.

"Drink up! It won't taste good when it's cold."

"Aunt Zhang... these panties..."

She seemed to deliberately avoid mentioning the panties, but since four pairs were already laid out on the table, I had no choice but to pick them

up .

"You like the panties I wear?"

I nodded.

"Besides these, I suppose you have other women's panties in your house?"

She saw right through me, and I had no choice but to agree.

"So you're a lingerie collector. Looks like we're kindred spirits."

What? Did I hear that right? She actually said "we're kindred spirits." Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked up

at her for the first time.

"I finally don't have to look at your head when I talk to you."

"You said... we're kindred spirits... what do you mean by that?"

She picked up the purple panties in her hand and examined them closely, her seriousness no less than mine, but this

was rare for a woman.

"These panties, I asked a friend to buy them for me in Paris, they're a designer piece! Don't let the lack of

fabric , they cost me a fortune. And these black panties, I bought them at a boutique in Japan..."

Good heavens, it knew every single pair of panties like the back of its hand, even their origins

! What else could it be but a fellow enthusiast? No wonder it had so many underwear, and each piece was so alluring;

the charm of underwear is irresistible, even to women.

"Actually, I noticed you stole my first pair of panties, but we're both enthusiasts, and I didn't want to make things difficult for

you. But think about it, I cherish my underwear like you cherish your collection. If I didn't

stop you, I'd suffer a huge loss."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

"By the way, what did you do with my panties after you stole them?"

Why did she suddenly ask such an embarrassing question? If I told her I used them to cover my penis and

masturbate , she'd kill me! Turning her head, she actually picked up the underwear, sniffed it, and

a strange smile appeared on her face.

"You little rascal, you actually used my underwear to masturbate!! Don't deny it, the underwear is covered in

the stench of your semen."

I was speechless and could only let her scold me, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she looked at me with a smile.

"Why are all you young boys like this? Even my son is no exception."

"What? Your son also... took your... to..."

"Yes."

I didn't expect that even Aunt Zhang's own son was interested in her underwear. Great minds think alike.

"Although I don't want to make things difficult for you, I can't let this one go so easily."

"What do you want?"

"From now on, you're punished by coming to my house to keep me company every day."

I couldn't believe my ears. What kind of punishment was this? It was practically a reward! What I didn't expect was that

she actually gave me all four pairs of underwear.

"Take it if you like it! Consider it a gift from me. Please take good care of me in the future."

And so, my first encounter with Aunt Zhang ended in an atmosphere full of surprise and joy, thus

beginning an indissoluble bond between us.

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