The Legend of Tianlong: The Capital of Shanghai - Chapter 002, Tianlong's Robust Growth

Tianlong, finally getting his wish, chuckled happily, his hands continuing to caress the two women's silk-stockinged legs. He didn't know why he had acted that way, but honestly, he hadn't felt any other desire for his mother and aunt; he simply found them pleasant to touch, nothing more.
Because his aunt worked as a nurse, she often took him to the obstetrics and gynecology department. He frequently saw the graceful figures of the other nurses and, most of all, their beautiful legs in stockings, which he adored. The nurses all adored this handsome little boy. One time, as his aunt, Lin Minyi, was carrying him to inspect the nurses' changing room, he suddenly asked her, "Auntie, why don't those pretty older ladies have penises?"
Aunt Lin Minyi was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "They don't have penises down there because that's where they give birth!"
Tianlong asked innocently, "But how can they have children?"
Aunt Lin Minyi blushed slightly and said, "Then you have to put a boy's erect penis into a girl's vagina, and then put the white, sticky stuff inside her. Then the girl can give birth."
But he continued, "But Long'er's little penis isn't hard at all! How can it be put in?"
Your aunt, with a helpless expression, said, "Baby, you're still young. When you grow up a bit, your little penis will get hard, and then you can put it inside a girl's body."
"Oh, I see!" Tianlong said with a sudden realization, as time flew by.
Summer arrived in the blink of an eye, marking the start of his second year of junior high, the sun blazing down. Lin Tianlong lay in bed, staring blankly at the floral decorations on the ceiling. A pair of small white angels, each holding a delicate vertical flute, were intently playing their instruments. The angels' purity made him feel even more unforgivable for his actions. In reality, he had just had a wet dream, and now he was sweating profusely, a lingering pleasure making him feel relaxed, yet the sticky feeling between his legs caused him some discomfort.
What's going on? The fifteen-year-old thought dazedly. Last time it was because he wore pants that were too tight, and this time he even slept naked, so why is it still—damn it! He lazily got up, walked to the table, grabbed a few tissues, and carefully wiped his genitals. My God, he's almost out of tissues again! Did he buy them last week? He thought with some surprise.
His mother, Lin Huiyin, had received a call early in the morning and gone to the operating room. He was alone at home, and he walked leisurely towards the bathroom, naked. His skin was somewhat dark, but his small, firm buttocks were white. His young and robust male body was stretched out, his small muscles moving lively. His quadriceps, composed of four muscles located on the front of his thighs, were exceptionally well-developed. He loved soccer and basketball, and also enjoyed practicing electric energy qigong.
The icy water made him shiver, his thick, sword-like eyebrows arching as he instantly perked up. He sighed softly, grabbed the soap, and quickly began washing himself. His hands didn't stop, but his mind automatically replayed the stimulating, erotic dream he'd just experienced, causing blood to rush to his groin.
"Hey!" Lin Tianlong noticed his underling starting to get restless. "Are you ever going to stop?!" Looking down at the unruly fellow, he felt annoyed but also helpless. His dark, bright eyes watched the thin stream of water, and he thought guiltily, "Did I dream about Mom again?" The answer was already in his mind: the small red mole on the goddess's left breast in his dream was vividly etched into his mind, and his mother, Lin Huiyin, also happened to have a similar lovely cinnabar mark on her left breast.
Stop, stop, stop! He hurriedly recited the rules of cursive script – “Start with a flick of the wrist, then pull back; turn breaks into connections; sometimes broken, sometimes connected; use folds for regular script, and turns for cursive script.” He recited it aloud, but the red mole was like a red light in the dark night, a morning star at dawn, which he could not ignore.
"Mom, Mom." He was having trouble breathing, struggling between wanting to and not wanting to...
After finally finishing his shower, Lin Tianlong put on some shorts, went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water, and gulped down half of it in one go—he was so thirsty! He went to the balcony, looked at the green mountains, and sang a song: "Sister, you sit by my bedside, brother, I walk on the shore—" As he sang, he remembered his Aunt Minyi, whose singing was incredibly melodious and beautiful.
Lin Minyi often came to his house. Sometimes he would take a bath in the tub while his mother washed his clothes in the backyard. If Aunt Minyi came, she would bring small gifts, such as candy or cookies, and stand in front of the tub watching him bathe with a smile on her face. After drying him off, she would play with his little penis with her sharp fingers and even kiss it with her face, exclaiming how cute he was.
His mother, Lin Huiyin, told him that his aunt Minyi had two daughters, which was why she was so fond of him. But undeniably, his aunt Minyi's behavior had instilled in him a near-obsessive love for his penis, stemming from curiosity. When he first started elementary school, he would often deliberately expose his penis to the little girls during recess when the teacher wasn't around, watching them flee in terror, feeling a surge of pride. Sometimes at home, he would boast to his mother about his erect penis, which he would display to urinate. His mother would laugh and cry at the same time, lightly tapping his head or gently scolding him, but he felt satisfied. The thing between his legs was so obvious, distinguishing him from the girls who cried and whined. It had been with him from the beginning, always prominently displayed; Lin Tianlong couldn't possibly ignore its presence.
When Lin Tianlong was in third grade, he wouldn't allow his mother, Lin Huiyin, to come in and out of his bathroom whenever she wanted. At the same time, he was also interested in his mother's occasionally exposed body. Sometimes he would steal glances at his mother's white breasts or round buttocks when they were inadvertently exposed. He instinctively felt ashamed and that he shouldn't have, but subconsciously succumbed to his insatiable curiosity and impulses.
He would never forget that noon. He was in sixth grade that year, it was a Saturday, and no one was home. While collecting the laundry, he saw Lin Huiyin's bra. It was a small, light blue thing, and he couldn't help but touch it. How smooth it was, and the embroidery on it was beautiful. He stroked it, examined it, and, as if bewitched, inhaled its mysterious fragrance, imagining his mother wearing it. Suddenly, he felt a slight pain, as if someone had flicked his crotch. Then, a warm current filled him; his penis was hot and swollen, which startled him. He calmed himself, pulled down his pants, and found his penis erect, like a wooden stick. In an instant, he felt as if he had done something wrong, and his right hand instinctively reached out to soothe it, trying to calm it down.
But the moment he touched it, he felt an unprecedented pleasure. He pulled his hand back as if bitten by a snake, and Lin Tianlong quickly squatted down and clamped it between his legs, but it was like a wild horse, jumping up and down because of the pressure, untamable.
Lin Tianlong felt an inexplicable restlessness within him, making his heart pound and his face flush. When he came to his senses, he realized that his right hand was already gripping the fire poker, rubbing it unconsciously. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the intense, vivid, and breathtaking pleasure. His mind went blank, and he felt that this noon was the happiest he had ever been since birth.
When his mother, Lin Huiyin, returned home in the afternoon, he was filled with unease and doubt. This feeling only lasted a day; he felt relieved after starting school on Monday. His male classmates crowded into the restroom, loudly discussing the female body. Some junior high students shamelessly boasted about their unusual length and duration of erection, while others, more unusually, discussed the reasons for the greatly increased pleasure from masturbation when they needed to urinate, as well as the feasibility and dangers of doing so. He was overjoyed, wanting to shout and sing. Back home, looking at his biceps slightly bulging from bending his arms in the mirror, he proudly thought, "I've grown up too." And because of his childhood practice of electric energy qigong, by the second year of junior high, his development was already comparable to many of his junior high classmates.
Later, Lin Huiyin's behavior quite troubled him. When they won first place in the school sports meet or campus football league, she would hold Lin Tianlong tightly to her chest, the intoxicating fragrance and soft touch making him both shy and excited. When he was sick, she would kiss his face tenderly, her sweet scent and warm lips making him feel like he was in a dream. He wanted to remind her, but he couldn't bear to give up that feeling; he wanted to refuse, but he gave in because of the sad look in his mother's eyes after being rejected. He vaguely felt that there was something about his mother that made the wild horse between his legs throb. What if his mother discovered that shameful reaction?
The more he tried to avoid her, the more puzzled Lin Huiyin became, and the more she hugged, kissed, and touched him, fearing that her son was becoming distant from her. So, on a sweltering summer night, Lin Tianlong dreamed that his dignified, beautiful, kind, and gentle mother was naked and embracing him, rolling around on a cool bamboo bed—he had a wet dream.
He woke up feeling a deep sense of guilt, yet also a faint thrill of excitement. His mother was like a goddess to him, his biological mother, but in his dream he was with her—it was as if he were replacing his divorced and remarried father, Liang Rukang, stealing the beautiful things that once belonged to his father, hiding them in his heart. His father, through divorce and remarriage, had lost all ownership of his mother, and would never have another chance. This thought gave Lin Tianlong a thrilling sense of subverting patriarchal authority. Later, he researched online and realized that a mother complex was normal and common. He gradually became obsessed with football, basketball, and all kinds of ball sports, and devoted himself to practicing electric energy qigong, temporarily putting his mother's milk ball behind him.
Lin Tianlong is now in the second year of junior high school. Two months ago, he went to a Chinese media company and suddenly realized that he was taller than his father, Liang Rukang. He started looking down at his father, while his father had to look up to talk to him! This fact made him jump for joy. Looking at the tall boy in the mirror, he felt that he had more power than his father. His buried love for his mother was reawakened, and his mother's beautiful image was once again framed as the perfect woman.
Lin Tianlong made a grand vow under the blazing sun that day, but he hadn't yet figured out the specifics of how to do it.

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