If I were given X days of light

(Above)

My name is Huang Xiao, and I am 16 years old. I should be in my first year of high school, but due to personal reasons,
I am currently studying at home.

I am blind.

There's nothing to hide; my eyesight was poor from birth, and as I grew older, I couldn't see anything at all.
Now, my memories are limited to very ancient recollections of color, and all I see is
a bottomless darkness.

Unlike most people, my parents didn't despise me because of this. I have a very happy family, and
I've always been my parents' darling. Although I can't see, I still had a very happy childhood.
My only regret is that I have no memory of what my parents look like.

My father's name is Huang Guodong, and he is a section chief in the Forestry Bureau. Although he's not a very high-ranking official,
he 's still considered an official, and his benefits are naturally quite good.

My mother, Zhuang Xuelan, works at a bank. Her working hours are short, giving her plenty of time to spend with me.

They hired a nanny to take care of me during their work hours. Her name was Li Shujuan, and she would arrive every morning
just before left. I called her Aunt Juan. Aunt Juan had been working for our family for almost 10 years.

My daily life used to consist of Aunt Juan telling me stories or interesting anecdotes, listening to the radio, and of
course her amazing cooking skills—which I found irresistible. This is
one of the reasons I chose Aunt Juan.

However, as I grew older, I was no longer satisfied with this childish life. I felt my intelligence
wasn't bad; I had even read many classic works, which sparked a deep interest in literature. Because
I was blind, I spent most of my time immersed in my own world. I felt I had
countless , even if they were fantastical, but I wanted to write them down.

After talking to my parents, they found me a tutor who came to teach me every afternoon.

I absolutely loved this tutor. He was only 24, and he said he was a PhD candidate in Chinese Literature at Peking University
and had even published several novels.

My teacher's name was Hai Wuyai. After chatting with him once, I was deeply impressed by his vast knowledge. He seemed
to know everything from astronomy to geography. No matter what I said, he could always respond smoothly, making me feel like I had met
a true confidant. After I shared one of my creative ideas with him, he could even immediately turn it into
a short story!

So Hai Wuyai became my tutor, and my days began to become more colorful.
I eagerly looked forward to Hai Wuyai's arrival every day after lunch, and then I would drag him to learn
writing and share my creative ideas until my mother came home.

...

I have a little secret.

About three years ago, when I was 13, I wet the bed one night.

I was so ashamed that I almost died, thinking that besides my eyes, even my penis was broken.

It wasn't until my mother came in the morning, laughing, and took off my underwear that I realized it wasn't bedwetting, it
was nocturnal emission.

Although I didn't quite understand what nocturnal emission was, I knew it was a sign that I had become an adult.

That feeling was somewhat unforgettable, but afterwards, I
couldn't .

One time, when Aunt Juan was in the toilet, I also felt the urge to urinate. A strange feeling
brewed up down there, and I tried to hold it in by squeezing my legs together. A strange pleasure spread throughout my body, and
I nearly wet myself. Luckily, Aunt Juan came out and quickly took me to the toilet, letting
me sit on the toilet.

The feeling of urinating that instant was... a sense of relief? A cathartic pleasure.

It was a bit like the feeling when I wet the bed.

I started to become addicted to holding my urine.

But this behavior wasn't secret, especially for me.

Because I couldn't manage to use the toilet independently, Aunt Juan seemed to quickly notice my abnormality.

In the following days, Aunt Juan started reading *Dream of the Red Chamber* to me. I wasn't particularly interested in this work,
but Aunt Juan said it was the foremost of the Four Great Classical Novels, and since I loved the other three, this one must be even more exciting.

When I heard the sixth chapter, Jia Baoyu's first experience of love, it felt like a new world had opened up for me—
waking up to find I'd wet my pants! Wasn't this exactly what I'd been longing for?

So, I tried to remain calm and asked, "What does it mean that Baoyu forced Xiren to have sex with him?"

I seemed to hear Aunt Juan giggle, and I blushed with embarrassment, but I still tried to stay composed.

My intense curiosity compelled me to find out what this was all about. If I knew,
wouldn't be able to experience that feeling I'd always dreamed of? Although it seemed like I was still missing a "Xiren,"
my parents loved me so much; surely they wouldn't refuse if I asked?

Aunt Juan's answer wasn't the explanation I expected. Instead, she gently asked, "Xiao'er, would you like to try it?"

Huh?

Aunt Juan's hand suddenly reached for my crotch. Since Aunt Juan usually unbuckled
my belt when I went to the toilet, she easily unbuckled it. Then, with a quick tug, I felt a chill on my legs, and a cold draft
seemed ; it felt like my underwear had been pulled down as well.

"In the blink of an eye, Xiao'er's grown up so much, reached the age where he wants to find a woman?"

A soft touch touched my penis. What was that?

The soft touch opened up, seemingly enveloping my entire penis, including my testicles. Was that Aunt Juan
's hand?

The strange, unfamiliar sensation made my penis itch, as if a fire was
burning somewhere in my body, blood rushing there, and soon it became engorged and hot…

"Oh, you've already gotten an erection," Aunt Juan exclaimed.

An erection? What does that mean?

I tentatively reached down, and Aunt Juan promptly moved her hand away. I directly touched a hard,
erect, and slightly elastic rod—right where my penis had been.

"What, what is this?" I touched the stick, and the sensation confirmed that it was
a part of my body.

"This is your little penis erect. It gets erect because you're thinking about women, and that's why it looks
like this ," Aunt Juan explained gently.

"Ah—can I turn back?" I said, my voice trembling slightly. This thing feels so ugly,
and it feels hard at the front, like I can't even go to the toilet. Will I never be able to go to the toilet again?
Will I die from holding it in?

"Yes, you can. Come on, let Aunt Juan help you turn it back."

"Okay...okay..." I let go, hoping Aunt Juan would help me turn my little penis back.

The soft touch came again. Aunt Juan reached out and grasped my erect penis, holding it completely in one
hand . I felt very warm, as if I were wrapped in a blanket
.

Aunt Juan's hand suddenly moved. I felt like the skin there was being touched. The tip was a little sore,
but also a little itchy, and the combination was actually quite comfortable.

I couldn't help but arch my back, trying to push my little penis forward a little.

Aunt Juan's movements became more vigorous, the range of motion increasing. I felt as if all the skin on my penis was being
peeled off, and her breath sprayed onto my previously unseen sensitive area—it felt incredibly good.

"Uh, uh..." I couldn't help but groan, feeling like my whole body was going to explode. This
feeling made me a little panicked, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently push Aunt Juan's hand away.

Aunt Juan's movements didn't slow down but quickened, and her grip tightened. Finally, when that strange pleasure reached
a certain point, I felt like my brain was exploding, and I peed.

Yes, that's the feeling! That time I wet the bed...

After I recovered, Aunt Juan took a tissue and wiped my peed penis, then helped me put my pants back on
before going to wash her hands.

I sat alone on the sofa, still recalling the pleasure that had been countless times more pleasurable than the happiest moment of my life
.

Afterwards, Aunt Juan continued to cook for me and tell me stories as if nothing had happened. I felt a little guilty and
didn't dare mention it to my parents.

After all, I already had my Xiren.

After that, Aunt Juan would give me sex every other week. As I grew older, I could feel that Aunt Juan
was increasingly unable to hold my entire penis with one hand, and the frequency gradually increased to 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3
days... and finally once a day. I was still not satisfied.

Aunt Juan seemed to be very addicted to this game, and the variety of methods increased.
After once a day was no longer enough for me, she actually used her mouth to lick me for the first time, making me ejaculate almost instantly.

Aunt Juan even found some novels that she called "erotic literature" and read them to me. Every time, I would pester her
to lick me a couple of times before she would stop.

Those erotic novels also mentioned an activity called "fucking," but when I asked Aunt Juan to do it for me, she
refused , which made me very unhappy.

The content of the erotic novels opened the door to a new world for me. When I heard about rubbing breasts, I would ask Aunt Juan to rub them for me. I
was wondering why I would rub someone else's breasts. Didn't I have any myself?

Only after rubbing them did I realize that women's breasts were actually so soft and so big. It felt even better than playing with clay
... and it even had two hard nipples on it, the texture was surprisingly good.

Aunt Juan would even wear stockings to touch my legs, and after just one touch, I fell in love with it, the feeling was so
captivating , I never wanted to take my hands away.

This continued until Hai Wuyai arrived, which sparked a new interest in me,
but I still have Aunt Juan lick me until I come at least once a day...

………………

Tomorrow is Monday, Hai Wuyai only comes from Monday to Friday, he rests on the weekend, so I'm really
looking forward to tomorrow.

"You like that teacher that much?" Mom pinched my nose and smiled indulgently.

"Yeah!" I replied excitedly, I had so many ideas these past two days, and I couldn't wait to share them
with Hai Wuyai.

"Looks like this teacher wasn't a waste, hahaha." Dad laughed and said, "Looks like our family is going to have a great
writer!"

"Hehe..." I laughed happily, my biggest dream now is to become a writer.

"Alright, alright, go to sleep now, or you won't have any energy tomorrow." Mom led me back to my
room , helped me into bed, tucked me in, and gently kissed my forehead.

I playfully reached out and slapped Mom's hand. The familiar touch startled me. Was Mom wearing stockings too?

"Naughty," Mom slapped my hand, tucked it back under the covers, and left my
room without closing the door, because they wouldn't hear me if I called them at night.

The touch just now left me a little dazed. So stockings aren't just for "that kind of thing"?
Mom wears stockings too. I wonder what Mom's legs feel like?

I heard Hai Wuyai say that Aunt Juan is very beautiful and has a great figure, but my mom is even more beautiful and has a better
figure Does that mean Mom's stockings feel more comfortable than Aunt Juan's?

Outside the door, Dad and Mom were talking quietly. Dad seemed to be going on a business trip for a while. Mom told him
not to worry , that I would be fine with Aunt Juan around.

And so, lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

"Wake up, wake up..."

A strange voice called out, not my mother's voice waking me in the morning, but a faint, ethereal
voice, coming from nowhere.

I opened my eyes. It wasn't the familiar darkness, but a vibrant, colorful world—colors from my
distant memories.

"You're awake?" the ethereal voice said.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I gazed greedily at the colors. So beautiful! It's a pity I
can never see . I want to see them while I can, so I can remember them later.

"I am God. You are dreaming."

"Are you really God?" I asked curiously.

I was familiar with the concept of God; they appeared in many novels and stories.

But Aunt Juan said there were no gods in this world.

"Yes, I am God."

God—wasn't that the epitome of omnipotence?

A sudden, overwhelming longing welled up within me.

"God, can you grant my wish?" I couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, but you must pay a price," God's voice sounded devoid of emotion.

"Really? I'm willing to pay any price!" My heart was filled with endless desire; although it
was just a dream, I still shouted out my heartfelt wish.

"Can you make my eyes see again?"

God said calmly. "Yes, but I cannot cure your eyes. I can only use my power to grant you
temporary sight."

"Even that will satisfy me! You can take anything you want!" I pleaded.

"It's simple, an equal exchange. Ten years of my lifespan, and I can grant you sight for a whole day." God
's tone was devoid of emotion.

"Ah…" I was stunned.

It seemed quite different from what I had imagined.

"Your remaining lifespan is 70 years, but according to the future I see, your parents will
pass away . Although you will find a wife, your life will not be happy. After your parents' death, she will
begin to abuse you, and your later life will be worse than death, spent in darkness and confusion. Therefore,
based on my advice, you would rather exchange your miserable later life for three days of light." God's tone had an
irresistible power, and I easily believed his words.

Yes, I had never thought before that if my parents passed away, would anyone still take such meticulous
care of me?

If what God said was true, then I would indeed rather exchange for three days of light,
leave , live a happy life, and then leave with a smile.

"I am willing to exchange!" I no longer hesitated and spoke the answer from the depths of my heart.

"Very good, the deal is done. From the moment you wake up, you will regain your normal human form.
After that, every 24 hours, I will ask you again if you want to continue the deal, and then I will take away ten years of your lifespan. You
can terminate this deal at any time." God paused, then continued, "But no one can know about this.
Once someone discovers that you can see, I will immediately take away your entire seventy years of lifespan."

"I understand." I didn't plan to tell my parents, because it was only a short three days. Even if
I told them, it would only be a false alarm. I'd rather use these three days to see the world properly and
imprint all the images in my mind.

"Note that it's not that you can't tell others, but that you can't let others find out. If you do
anything unexpected that arouses suspicion and exposes yourself, I will punish you as well."

"Understood, I will pretend to be blind... No one in this world knows better than me how to
pretend to be blind."

God's voice disappeared, and my consciousness slowly withdrew from that colorful world,
returning to nothingness.

………………

It seems I had a strange dream.

I opened my eyes, but instead of the usual darkness, I was greeted by an indescribable scene.

I stood there stunned for a dozen seconds, then reached out to touch this breathtaking sight.

I could see my hand!

But my hand couldn't reach the round object emitting the blinding light;
it seemed there was still a considerable distance between us. For the first time, I confirmed the concept of distance with my own eyes.

What was this…?

"I can use my power to give you temporary sight."

The voice from my dream suddenly echoed in my mind. I remembered—just last night, I had met
a god in my dream and made a deal with him, gaining sight.

"Don't let anyone know you can see."

"What's wrong, Xiao'er? Are you awake? Mom will help you get dressed." My mother's voice rang out, and I
instinctively turned around.

Besides the incomprehensible scene, I saw a person.

I couldn't describe it, because I had never seen anything like it before. Aside from the constantly
moving lips on the person's face and the voice that perfectly matched my memory, I couldn't even be sure it was my
mother .

I stared intently at my mother's face, trying to memorize the scene before me.

Three days later, I could only recall the image from memory.

My mother wasn't surprised by my blank "staring," because I "couldn't see anything." I
usually just stared blankly at something, but today it just happened to be on her.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the scene before me. The vibrant colors, so different from the usual darkness, almost made
me dizzy. The visual areas of my brain, which had almost never been used, were now working overtime. But I
couldn't bear to faint. Only three days, only three days!

And because of this, everything before me, no matter what it was, was so "beautiful"
—such a beautiful sight, such a beautiful person.

My mother had gently dressed me and then smiled at me—the corners of her mouth turned up,
very similar to my own smile, and it looked very pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, come on, do you need to go to the bathroom?" My mother took my hand, and after I instinctively stood up with my feet on
the ground, she led me out of the room.

So that's what the door is.

This is the dining table, this is the chair, this is the bathroom, this is the toilet, this is the showerhead…

I matched all the items to their positions and shapes from memory, even a toothbrush; I
stared at it with great curiosity until I could remember it.

Mom found it a little strange that I kept turning my head today, but she didn't say anything.

Dad came over at this time. Since I already remembered what Mom looked like, I started consciously comparing
my parents' appearances.

Dad was a little shorter than Mom, his face was a little bigger, his skin color was closer to
the color I usually saw, his facial features were straighter, his body was thicker, and the colors he wore were closer to the colors I
usually saw…

"Go make breakfast, I'll help Xiao'er wash up," Dad said to Mom. Mom patted my head
and left the bathroom.

I noticed that the color of Mom's legs was completely different from her face, and the texture looked different too. She must have been wearing
something, but I hadn't touched it, so I couldn't tell if it was pants or stockings.

"Dad's going on a business trip today. You and Mom have to listen to Mom when you're home. Aunt Juan
will take care of you while Mom's not home. Oh, and your teacher..."

"Hmm." I suddenly remembered two people I was really looking forward to "seeing," and immediately
put aside the questions that had been on my mind. I eagerly took the toothbrush Dad had squeezed the toothpaste onto and started brushing my teeth.
After brushing, I picked up a cup, took a sip of water, and spat it into the sink.

"Huh? How come you found the sink by yourself today and spat so accurately?" Dad said, a little surprised. "You
didn't just spit randomly, did you?"

My heart instantly felt like it had been doused with cold water. Oh no, I was too excited and completely forgot to pretend
I didn't see anything.

I chuckled and said, "I just felt around the edge of the pool, I vomited accurately, right?"

"That's amazing," Dad gave me a thumbs up, then quickly added, remembering I was blind.

I then realized how hard my parents usually worked. Because I was blind, our
communication was only through language and touch, which was very difficult for the two of them who could see. I was even more
moved and felt even more certain that my choice to agree to the deal was right.

Thank you, God!

Seeing that Dad didn't suspect me at all, I breathed a sigh of relief, then my gaze fell on something and
I was startled.

There's another person here?

No, it's a mirror.

I realized that mirrors are magical things. Aunt Juan had said that mirrors can reflect everyone's
image. Although I wasn't entirely sure what a reflection was, I knew now.

So, is this my reflection? Is this

what I used to look like?

I memorized my appearance and found that I looked a lot like my parents—two eyes, a nose, and a
mouth .

Suddenly, my mouth in the mirror moved, as if I were saying something to myself.

Hmm, there was no sound, and I couldn't make out anything just by looking at the lip movements.

I was so curious, would Mom and Dad know? But I couldn't ask, otherwise it would reveal that I could see,
so I had to keep the question to myself.

The reflection in the mirror smiled at me, making me a little flustered, and I quickly turned and went to the bathroom.

Familiarly, I finished the food in the prepared bowl with a spoon. It was the first time I realized that my parents ate from
a single plate, while I was the only one whose bowl contained all the foods I liked.

"Okay, I'll clean up. You have to go on a business trip, so don't be late. Hurry up and get to the company,"
Mom said hurriedly after seeing that Dad had finished eating.

"Okay, I'll leave things at home in your care. I should be back in about a week. I'll
call flight is at 11, so I should arrive at the hotel around 7 pm." Dad looked at
something in his hand, then looked up and said, "Don't overwork yourself. You still have Li Shujuan, right?"

"She's been taking care of Xiao'er for almost ten years. She's like family now. There's no need to
leave her. It's just washing the dishes."

"That's true. It's been ten years. You're about the same age as her. You two are probably best friends by now."

"That's right. Shujuan and I are like sisters... Okay, stop chatting. It's so late." Mom pushed
Dad to the door, glanced back at me as if to make sure I wasn't "peeking," then
chuckled , gently hugged Dad's neck, and kissed him.

I'm no stranger to kissing. My parents have kissed me countless times, but this kind of mouth-to-mouth kissing
has never . I've only ever heard of this kind of thing in the erotic stories Aunt Juan read to me.

It's something only husband and wife can do.

My parents are, of course, a married couple.

I forced myself to pretend I hadn't seen anything, but I couldn't help glancing at what was
happening .

Probably because they thought it was inappropriate for children, their passionate kiss was completely silent.
When Mom pulled away from Dad's lips, a long strand of saliva stretched between them, dripping onto Mom's
clothes.

"Really, what kind of behavior is this?" Dad's face changed color; he looked embarrassed. He straightened
his clothes , grabbed his briefcase, and left.

Mom stood at the door, touching her lips for a moment, savoring the moment, before turning back. Seeing me "looking"
at the door, even though she knew I couldn't see, she still seemed a little guilty. Pretending nothing had happened, she said, "
Are you finished eating? If you are, Mom will wash the dishes. Go sit on the sofa for a while. Do you want to listen to the news? Mom will
put it on for you."

I quickly nodded, stood up, and groped my way to the living room.

After all, it was a place I'd lived in for over ten years; I was very familiar with the layout, and the floor was always
kept spotless to prevent me from tripping.

Mom, still worried, followed me over. Only after making sure I was seated properly on the sofa did she turn on the TV.
The moment the picture appeared, I was startled.

Mom came back and helped me sit up straight before heading to wash the dishes.

Before leaving, I pretended to accidentally touch Mom's thigh.

The feel—it was definitely stockings. I'd touched Aunt Juan's stockinged legs many times; the feel was
completely .

The TV was showing the morning news. It was the first time I'd seen so many people, and I was completely mesmerized.

Comparing them, I realized that many people didn't look as "happy" as Mom. Some
even looked repulsive. Is this what they call beauty and ugliness? It seems that
people are indeed born with the ability to judge beauty and ugliness. Is this what they call "even a blind person finds it beautiful"?

I did learn a lot from TV. Although I couldn't read the text, I learned
quite a bit —at least I can distinguish between black, white, red, green, and yellow.

My mother's skin is fair, while my father's is dark. My mother's clothes are yellow,
her skirt is white, and her stockings are black.

I tried hard to absorb the information, but I didn't dare to show it too obviously, afraid that my mother would notice something amiss.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. I subconsciously turned my head to look, and my mother quickly answered and got up to
open the door .

A woman with long hair that cascaded down her back entered. She was half a head shorter than my mother and a bit thicker
, but not fat; it was just that my mother was quite thin.

Compared to the people I had seen on TV earlier, this woman was clearly one of the "beautiful" ones.

"Xiao'er, I'm here!"

I recognized her as Aunt Juan as soon as she spoke, but even without her speaking, I knew that she
was the only one who would be here at this time.

As usual, I stared intently at Aunt Juan, trying to remember her appearance.

Her face was rounder than my mother's, but she was still pleasing to the eye. She wore
a long dress , and beneath the dress were a pair of legs encased in white stockings.

"Shujuan, you've been dressing so nicely every day lately. Have you found love again?"
Mom teased.

Aunt Juan glanced at me. Although I knew she didn't mean it, I still felt a pang of guilt.

"No way! My son's almost as old as Xiao'er, and my husband's always thinking about retirement.
Where would we find love again? Unlike you, you and your husband are so loving," Aunt Juan retorted. "And
you're talking about me! You're always wearing short skirts and stockings..."

"Go away, what are you saying in front of Xiao'er? This is just part of my job," Mom said, blushing
and quickly interrupting Aunt Juan.

It has to be said, the scene of two beautiful women teasing each other was quite pleasing to the eye.

Aunt Juan put her bag on the shoe rack, then changed her shoes and came over. A fragrant breeze wafted over her—the familiar
scent.

"Xiao'er, have you missed Aunt Juan?" she said, secretly reaching out and touching my inner thigh.

I shuddered and said, "Yes."

Aunt Juan had teased me like this before when I couldn't see, but this time was different. I
saw my mother nearby!

Now I knew that what Aunt Juan and I were doing was "illicit." Aunt Juan had
a husband made me even more addicted, and I believed
Aunt Juan was just as unable to resist.

Wouldn't it be terrible if my mother found out?

Luckily, my mother didn't notice anything. She probably never imagined that her son and the nanny had progressed to the point of performing oral sex
every day .

After teasing me, Aunt Juan laughed and went to find my mother.

"Oh? Guodong is going on a business trip for a week?"

"Yes, so I'll have to trouble you a lot this week. But Guodong doesn't usually have much to do, so you can just take care of Xiao'er
as usual ."

"How can I do that? How about I come earlier every day?"

"That would be too much trouble for you, it's no problem."

"We're family, how about this, I'll just stay here this week?"

"Huh?" Mom seemed a little tempted.

"Usually you and Guodong are looking after him together, but now you're all alone, you'll be so tired at night. Anyway, my husband
doesn't have much to do, let him take our son for a few days, and I'll have a good time with you."

Mom clearly liked this decision. Although she felt a little embarrassed, since Aunt Juan
had suggested it, she finally nodded in agreement.

Then Mom packed her things and went to work, and of course, she didn't forget to make sure I behaved.

As soon as Mom closed the door, Aunt Juan sat down next to me, her beautiful legs in stockings pressed tightly against my
thighs , and one hand rubbed back and forth on my leg.

I felt something stirring down there.

I looked up at Aunt Juan; her expression was strange, her brow furrowed as if she were making a difficult decision.

"Aunt Juan..." I thought she was debating whether or not to help me, so I quickly spoke up.

Aunt Juan immediately put on a smiling face and said, "What? Can't hold back?"

I nodded quickly.

"Little pervert, sit still." Aunt Juan stood up and then squatted down in front of me, placing her hands on
my waistband.

I swallowed hard and slightly raised my waist to make it easier for Aunt Juan to pull down my pants.

Aunt Juan skillfully unbuckled my waistband and then pulled my pants down
to my knees, along with my underwear.

It was the first time I had ever seen my erect penis. It was about the length of my middle finger and about
two fingers thick, with a bright red tip. It looked... a bit ugly.

Well, it was much uglier than I had imagined. Although I had touched it before, I still thought it was ugly.

Aunt Juan didn't seem to find it ugly. She covered my front with her small hand, and with just a gentle squeeze, I felt like my whole
body was being pinched.

No wonder some erotic novels call this thing an "avatar.

" "Aunt Juan, let me touch your leg," I said directly, feeling much more relaxed now that Mom wasn't around.

"You little pervert," Aunt Juan laughed, standing up. She still had one hand on my erect penis, gently stroking it,
then lifted one leg and placed it on the sofa next to me, lifting her skirt to reveal her entire thigh.

My eyes almost popped out, but to avoid being exposed, I could only lower my head and steal glances.

Aunt Juan pulled my hand to her leg and began rubbing it back and forth.

The feel was amazing!

I fondled her breasts repeatedly, then slowly moved deeper until they were completely hidden under her skirt. Aunt Juan grabbed my
hand , saying, "You little pervert, you can't touch them here."

I reluctantly pulled my hand back, saying, "Then I want to touch her breasts!"

"What a fancy name!" Aunt Juan said, still smiling, and guided my hand to her
breasts, which were even more prominent than my mother's. The soft touch filled my palm, and I couldn't resist squeezing them a couple of times.

"I want them without clothes on!" I protested immediately. Since morning, I'd been eagerly anticipating
what those breasts, which I'd already touched so many times, looked like. They must feel so wonderful, so beautiful!

Aunt Juan slapped my hand away and began to take off her dress. Before, I could only hear the rustling sound, but now
I could see the whole process, and I couldn't help but feel excited.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the whole dress that I imagined being taken off. Instead, she pulled down the two shoulder straps,
and then with a tug, the upper part of the dress bunched up at her waist, revealing a pair of huge breasts bound by a bra—
a dazzling straight line.

That was my thought.

Aunt Juan "snap" off her bra, and the moment it was undone, her breasts sprang out,
then sagged under the force of gravity. To say they sagged was an understatement; it was just a natural droop due to their weight.
In reality the flesh was still very firm and elastic.

I've touched them so many times, how could I not know?

But I wasn't thinking about any of that anymore; I was completely mesmerized.

Perhaps because I've looked at black for so long, I have a special fondness for white. My mother's fair
skin , and Aunt Juan's white breasts before me, both filled me with a sense of exhilaration, making me unable to extricate myself.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing me in a daze, Aunt Juan couldn't help but laugh. "I'm all undressed."

I quickly grabbed my body, and the full breasts that overflowed between my fingers almost made me groan.

"How come you grabbed so accurately, you little rascal?" Aunt Juan laughed and scolded, startling me so much that my second hand, which I was about to reach out,
landed on Aunt Juan's leg instead.

"Where are you grabbing? Whose breasts are that far apart?" Aunt Juan was amused by my actions, grabbed
my other hand and placed it in the right spot, then closed her eyes and enjoyed my haphazard grabbing and kneading.

While Aunt Juan's eyes were closed, I frantically ran my brain, imprinting the scene in front of me into my mind.

"Alright, alright, you're not done yet, do you want Aunt Juan to do it for you?" After a while, Aunt Juan removed my
hands, squatted down again and knelt between my legs, and I started stroking my penis up and down.

"Aunt Juan, use your mouth, use your mouth!" I said impatiently.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Although she said that, Aunt Juan obediently bent down and opened her mouth
to take my tip in.

Oh... this familiar warm and moist feeling, it was like soaking in a hot spring, my whole
waist went limp.

Her nimble little tongue circled around my tip, taking meticulous care of every corner, and then
she used the tip of her tongue to push in the very tip of my urethra, the feeling of part of her tongue going in
made me feel like I was going to heaven.

I subconsciously raised my hand to stroke Aunt Juan's head, her smooth long hair was just as irresistible.

With a gentle push, Aunt Juan very understandingly took my penis in even deeper, almost swallowing my entire
penis in one gulp, the tip seemed to be inserted into a moving place, surrounded by tight, living things,
tightly gripping my tip and squeezing out the semen inside.

"Ah, don't get off, spit it out!" I said hurriedly, but Aunt Juan didn't listen. Instead, she
wrapped her arms around my waist, preventing me from pulling out, and even pushed it in a little more.

I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated directly into Aunt Juan's mouth.

After I finished, Aunt Juan released her hands and spat out my softened penis
, along with the semen in her mouth. The white semen hanging at the corner of her mouth looked very... I don't know how to
describe it.

"Ah, Aunt Juan, it's all your fault, I haven't enjoyed it enough yet!"

"What's the rush? There will be plenty of opportunities to enjoy it later. I still have to clean and cook, so it's better
to finish !" Aunt Juan chuckled, and with my great reluctance, she put on her underwear and dress,
spitting out the semen in her mouth, catching it with toilet paper, and throwing it into the toilet.

After Aunt Juan helped me put on my pants, I sat on the sofa, listening to TV while secretly observing Aunt Juan's
back as she worked.

Her pert buttocks looked very tempting, because I had pinched them before.

The white stockings on her legs made her skin look even whiter. As I mentioned before, I really
like , so compared to my mother's black stockings, I think Aunt Juan's white stockings look much better.

Looking at them, I actually felt myself getting hard again.

Normally, I wouldn't get hard this easily; at least Aunt Juan needs to tease me or read me erotic stories because I
can't see.

But now, for the first time, I understood how to think about this kind of thing visually, and I felt a strange
stimulation.

So, after Aunt Juan finished cleaning, I pestered her for oral sex again. This time, I lasted ten minutes,
thoroughly enjoying Aunt Juan's oral skills.

After lunch, it was supposed to be Aunt Juan's story time, but now that task was given to Hai
Wuyai . So, I pestered Aunt Juan to squeeze her breasts. Aunt Juan couldn't resist me, so she sat on the sofa and took off
her dress so I could squeeze her large breasts.

I buried my face in those milky-scented breasts, frantically
kneading It was amazing! This world is so wonderful!

Then I began to eagerly anticipate Teacher Hai Wuyai's arrival. With my sexual desires satisfied, my literary aspirations began
to grow wildly, and countless wild ideas flooded my mind, eager to share them with Hai Wuyai.

Hmm, first I needed to see what Hai Wuyai looked like.

And so, amidst my boundless anticipation, a knock finally sounded at the door.

I looked at Aunt Juan, who immediately got up to open it.

However, I seemed to realize something was amiss. Upon closer inspection, Aunt Juan's dress wasn't
pulled up !

I was about to point it out, but then I realized I couldn't; wouldn't that expose what I could see?

But what should I do?

I couldn't help but regret my playful urge to touch Aunt Juan's breasts.

Now I could only hope that Aunt Juan would notice.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Aunt Juan opened the door without a care—a tall man walked
in .

His skin was very fair, he wore glasses, and had a calming aura.

His face wasn't unpleasant; compared to people on television, he was considered "beautiful."

This was Hai Wuyai?

But that's not the problem right now; Aunt Juan's huge breasts are still exposed to the air!

I could practically picture what would happen next: Hai Wuyai would shyly turn away, then
point out that Aunt Juan's clothes weren't on properly. Aunt Juan would belatedly realize and scream, her face flushed as she rushed into the bathroom to get dressed.
The rest of the afternoon would be steeped in awkwardness…

I turned my face away, unable to bear watching what was about to unfold.

3, 2, 1… The scream I imagined didn't come.

I turned back to look, and there was Aunt Juan, pinned against the wall by Hai Wuyai. Their lips were pressed tightly together,
their intertwined tongues clearly visible.

Undoubtedly, they were passionately kissing, though without making a sound.

…Huh?

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