Complete Collection of Local Masterpieces

Recently, I've suddenly developed a fondness for works with a strong rural flavor, which feel familiar and natural to read. Fortunately, I have some rural life experience from childhood, so trying to write about it isn't too unfamiliar. The background of this story is my hometown, an ordinary little mountain village on the North China Plain. The village is surrounded by a wide and surging canal, beautiful and tranquil. I originally intended to write a long story, so the narration is somewhat slow. Due to time constraints, updates will likely be slow as well. Furthermore, this is my first attempt, so I'm still quite inexperienced and may have some shortcomings or disorganized writing. Readers without patience should not waste their time.
The first chapter
originates from the Luerling Mountains outside the Great Wall. The long Xiayun River, stretching for kilometers, bends from south to north here, forming a semi-circle before returning to the main channel. Nestled in this bend is Yangjiawa, a small village hidden in lush greenery. It is early spring; willows along the riverbank are sprouting new buds, their tender green swaying in the wind. Along the reed beds and field ridges, wild grasses and flowers, dormant all winter, are growing taller day by day under the nourishment of spring dew. Clusters of tender wild vegetables sprout from the thawed soil, stretching out their new green shoots. Even the long-silent lower canal seemed to be infected by the spring atmosphere, rushing and flowing happily towards the distance.
Last night, a thorough rain fell, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and moisture. In the morning, Yangshuwa was even more hazy in the lingering rain and mist, looking like a painting. The rooster had crowed three times, but Jiqing was still lying on the kang, even though he had been awake for a long time, he was still curled up around the edge of the kang. "Jiqing, get up quickly!" Big Foot called out again, carrying the pig feed bucket to the backyard. The chickens and ducks huddled together for food were startled by her hurried footsteps and scattered in all directions, chattering noisily. Big Foot was Jiqing's mother, named for her large, swift feet. Everyone in the village, young and old, called her that, and she responded readily. In addition, Big Foot was easygoing, kind, efficient, and never spoke a word without a smile, making her well-known in the village. On the contrary, Jiqing's father, Changgui, was a man who wouldn't say a word. He looked like a strong, burly man, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence. Calling him honest would be an exaggeration; he was really just a dullard. He was rarely seen talking to anyone. When there was a big or small matter, it was always Big Foot who took the lead, while he would squat to the side with his head down, puffing away on his pipe. Fortunately, Jiqing didn't take after his father. From a young age, he was a mischievous and clever boy, skilled at everything from climbing roofs and trees to fishing in the river. Even at a young age, he knew to prioritize loyalty. Whenever he got into a fight with Hebei'er's gang, he was always the first to rush over and the last to run back, suffering many losses for it but gaining a following among the village's youngsters. Jiqing also inherited the best features of both his parents: Da Jiao was handsome and fair-skinned, while Chang Gui was strong and robust. Coupled with his clever and obedient nature, everyone in the village, adults and children alike, adored him. Normally, Jiqing would be up early by now, and without being told by the adults, he would grab his willow basket and dash out. So many wild vegetables had just sprouted in the field, so tender they were juicy and easy to pick. A handful would be plentiful; they could be used to feed the pigs or for Mom to make cornbread. Freshly baked, steaming cornbread with braised small salted fish was so delicious it would make your teeth ache. But today, Jiqing really didn't want to move. He lay there listlessly, his heart still pounding. He'd come home too late last night; his parents were already asleep in the east room. He groped his way into the west room, hastily lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), pulled the quilt over himself, and barely dared to breathe. What he'd just witnessed was so sudden and shocking. Even lying on the kang, with his eyes closed, the image flashed before his eyes like a painting, so vivid and clear it made him dizzy. It was like suddenly discovering a carefully concealed secret, which he had inadvertently uncovered. His heart pounded with anxiety and fear, and he didn't sleep well all night. He woke up early, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly remembered what happened last night. As a result, Ji Qing fell into unease and another inexplicable emotion. His manhood started to swell and ache again
! "I don't know what I'm hating," Jiqing sighed in frustration.
It got dark early yesterday, the sky filled with heavy, oppressive clouds that made it hard to breathe. The black dog at Suozhu's house on the front street had puppies—a litter of several, each one round and adorable. Jiqing was really looking forward to them; Suozhu's father had promised him one, so every day whenever he had a spare moment, Jiqing would rush over to Suozhu's house to keep an eye on the puppies, afraid they'd be snatched up in the blink of an eye. Apparently, the big black dog was a crossbreed of a police dog, and Suozhu's father had pulled strings to get him. Jiqing had been keeping a close eye on them for a long time; he was determined to get one of the puppies. Yesterday, he played at Suozhu's house until very late, until the distant rumble of thunder sounded, before reluctantly heading home. Even as he left, he didn't forget to tell Suozhu to keep an eye on them." "The puppy's here," Suozhu assured Jiqing with a confident pat on his chest, putting Jiqing at ease.
The rumbling thunder grew muffled and deep, approaching from afar. Flashes of lightning flickered behind the dark clouds, like a sudden gilding of the black night sky. Jiqing's house was on a back street; to get from Suozhu's, one had to pass through several rows of houses, crisscrossed by winding alleyways. Jiqing didn't want to wade through the alleyways again; the sight of the dark entrances lying there so open made him tremble with fear. But seeing the impending downpour, he gritted his teeth and pushed his way in.
Without a sliver of moonlight, Jiqing struggled to find his way home, relying on the occasional flashes of lightning. The deep night in Yangshuwa was shrouded in a deathly stillness, suddenly… There would be a bark or two, but it would quickly fade into silence, leaving only the increasingly heavy rumble of thunder echoing across the sky. With each rumble, Ji Qing's heart pounded with each clap of thunder, then he anxiously awaited the next one.
His home was just around the corner of the village granary. Ji Qing quickened his pace. Just then, at the corner of the granary, a sound suddenly came from a break in the thunder. Ji Qing's hair stood on end, and he instinctively stopped, trembling as he pressed himself tightly against the cold brick wall of the granary. His eyes darted nervously around. It was a human voice, drifting over stealthily, rustling and indistinct.
Ji Qing's ears perked up, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. His heart pounded even harder, and his hands, gripping the wall behind him, trembled uncontrollably. "Is it a ghost?" Thinking this, Jiqing almost wet his pants.
The voices were still faint, but Jiqing realized it was two people talking, and his heart calmed down a little. Ghosts don't talk; they just grab a child's neck and bite them without making a sound. That's what Grandma Zhao from the front yard said. Grandma Zhao always told them ghost stories, which they listened to with furrowed brows and barely daring to breathe, yet they still listened with great interest.
Jiqing finally found the source of the voices: the storeroom behind him. Jiqing glanced sideways at the dark window above the storeroom, but it was completely dark, without a single ray of light. How could anyone be there?
Jiqing remembered the little hero Liu Wenxue, the one his teacher had told him about, who bravely caught the bad guys stealing from the commune. He had become a nationally renowned young hero. He had always hoped to become such a hero, standing on the stage wearing a big red flower, receiving envious glances from his classmates and praise from his teachers, but he had never had the chance. Where were the bad guys now? Even if there were, he wouldn't encounter them, and even if he did, a teenager like him probably couldn't beat them. He didn't want to become a hero only to be killed by bad guys, like Liu Wenxue—that wouldn't be worth it. Thinking of this, Ji Qing almost took off running, but curiosity made him hesitate. "Then I won't catch them. I can at least see who it is, right? Tomorrow I can report to the village chief. If the village chief is happy, he definitely won't chase them all over the street next time they steal dates from his house." Ji Qing couldn't help but feel eager, and he was no longer afraid. His courage seemed to have suddenly grown, like a pig's bladder inflated by a breath. The storeroom door was tightly closed. Ji Qing quietly pushed it, but it didn't budge. He went to the back. He knew that one of the windows was broken; he had accidentally broken it a few days ago while testing his newly made slingshot. The broken glass was scattered all over the ground, which frightened them so much that they didn't dare to pass by for several days.
Ji Qing, pushing and pulling, moved a stone, then groped around in the dark to find some bricks to place on it. He then climbed onto the windowsill, craning his neck to peer through the broken window into the dark barn. He couldn't see anything. Bundles of reed mats were piled high and low, completely blocking his view. The voices were coming from behind the reed mats; Ji Qing could vaguely hear them but couldn't see anything. Frustrated, he scratched his head, then quietly and stealthily opened the window and slipped inside. The
soft reed mats made him feel like he was crawling on a spring. Fortunately, Ji Qing often stole ripe fruits and vegetables from the fields, so his basic skills were solid, and he moved slowly without making a sound.
The voices gradually became clearer; Ji Qing could clearly distinguish a man and a woman. Ji Qing held his breath, as if afraid his own heartbeat would be heard. He heard the woman mutter, "Why is there a wind?"
A male voice said, "Never mind, hurry up." The voice sounded familiar, and Ji Qing couldn't help but crawl forward slowly, craning his neck to peer down along the jagged edge of the reed mat stack beneath him. He wanted to see what the two people were doing.
Finally, he saw them, but all he could vaguely make out were two dark figures entangled together, with something white flickering indistinctly. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed diagonally, followed by a thunderclap. In the flash, Ji Qing clearly saw two half-naked bodies. Ji Qing was startled.
Both of them hadn't taken off their shirts, but their legs were bare. The man's pants were pulled down to his ankles, while the woman's pants were hanging on the nearby mat stack. The white thing Ji Qing had seen was probably the woman's two pale thighs, raised high. The lightning flashed quickly, and Jiqing only caught a glimpse of the scene: two figures and two heads almost overlapping. Then darkness enveloped them again, leaving only whispers and another sound that puzzled Jiqing. He could make out the man's heavy breathing, but the woman's voice left him completely bewildered. It was a sound of deep pain, a series of moans and soft groans. Jiqing remembered his mother's stomach aches; she had been clutching her stomach and groaning against the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) for a long time. Was this woman also in pain like his mother? Jiqing didn't know, but something felt strange. The strange thing was that even in such pain, the woman was clearly urging the man on.
"Hurry up, push harder," the woman whispered.
The more Jiqing listened, the more confused he became, and the more confused he became, the more he wanted to see clearly. He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the two still entangled below. Perhaps his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Jiqing slowly began to see things more clearly, albeit vaguely. In the darkness, the man was moving back and forth between the woman's parted thighs, his head lowered to her chest. In the dim light of the lightning, Jiqing saw that the woman's top had also been lifted up, revealing a pair of large breasts. The man held one breast with one hand, while sucking on the other. The woman sat on a pile of rice sacks, her hands supporting her behind her, her legs wrapped around the man's waist, shifting back and forth, moaning for him to suckle more gently, saying her nipples hurt. The man mumbled an agreement, his mouth still holding the nipple, but his movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, he stopped moving, letting out a muffled groan. The woman couldn't help but push the man away, saying, "I told you not to let go yet, there's more to play with later."
The man chuckled, stopped, stepped back, grabbed something, rubbed it against the woman's lower body a few times, then lowered his head again, burying it between the woman's parted white legs, his head bobbing up and down. The woman suddenly leaned back and cried out. She spread her legs further, moving forward, humming, "I love it like this, it's so itchy, it's been like this for days, kiss me nicely." The man buried his head and worked hard for a while, probably holding his breath, then straightened up, panting heavily. The woman nimbly jumped down, grabbing the man's dark genitals: "I'll suck it for a while, don't put it in my mouth." She opened her mouth and took something in, and the man froze as if electrocuted. Looking down, Ji Qing saw the woman rubbing her breast with one hand and holding it with the other, swallowing and spitting. Ji Qing finally understood what they were doing. They were having an affair! Ji Qing was certain of his point. Although he didn't know exactly what "having an affair" meant, he'd heard adults say that if a married couple was being intimate, they were having an affair. These two were definitely not a couple; if they were, they'd be at home already.
Even though he was only a teenager, Ji Qing was quite perceptive. Understanding what was happening, Ji Qing couldn't help but become intrigued. He'd never seen an affair before, and he was determined to see it for himself. His heart was pounding, and he felt an overwhelming excitement. The two were still at it. A short while later, he heard the man call out, "Slow down, slow down, I'm about to come!" The woman paused, spat out, but her hand continued to caress that area. After a while, she started sucking on that thing again. A flash of insight revealed that the thing in the woman's mouth was swollen and thick—it was clearly the man's genitals.
"Alright, come in quickly, it's itchy down there." The woman turned her back, her hands on the rice bag, her round buttocks sticking out, her face tilted back and her eyes closed.
This time, Jiqing saw the woman clearly—it was Aunt Qiao from the next courtyard! Jiqing couldn't help but rub his eyes. Yes, it was indeed Aunt Qiao!
Damn it, Aunt Qiao was having an affair! Jiqing was shocked and uneasy. Aunt Qiao's house was separated from Erdan's house by a wall. She and Dajiao were as close as sisters, visiting each other every day, wishing they could tear down the wall and become one family. Aunt Qiao's family had no sons, only two daughters, named Daqiao and Erqiao. According to her mother, Aunt Qiao and her husband had been trying hard to have a son, but her husband suddenly contracted an illness and died not long after, leaving behind a widow and her children, a truly pitiful situation. From then on, Aunt Qiao adored Ji Qing. Er Qiao was about the same age as Ji Qing, and Da Jiao and Aunt Qiao often jokingly tried to match them up, arranging a marriage between them. Ji Qing, however, utterly disliked Er Qiao, seeing her as a skinny, blond-haired girl, while finding Da Qiao, who was a few years older, completely pleasing to the eye. Aunt Qiao was a well-known pretty wife in the surrounding villages; her mother always said that Da Qiao was a spitting image of Aunt Qiao when she was a young girl—same eyebrows, same figure.
Da Qiao, however, was aloof, always holding her head high, always giving them a disdainful look, looking down on these half-grown boys. "
Next time you try to mess with us," she'd say, "I'll have something to say." Ji Qing snorted, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Below, Aunt Qiao and the man were still at it. Occasionally, Aunt Qiao would open her eyes, which seemed to shine in the dark storeroom. Ji Qing also saw who the man was—Uncle Bao, the village accountant. Ji Qing suddenly felt cheated, a strange feeling creeping into his heart. These people, so respectable in public, always lecturing him, were all bad news behind his back. Especially Aunt Qiao—such a good person! Besides his mother, Aunt Qiao was the only one who was truly kind to him. He never imagined she was a slut, and so promiscuous at that.
"Hurry, hurry..." Aunt Qiao's urgent voice rang in his ears again. Ji Qing peeked down and saw Uncle Bao thrusting behind Aunt Qiao. Aunt Qiao was bracing herself against the stack of reed mats in front of her, arching her buttocks as Uncle Bao pushed her body up and down, causing the bundles of reed mats beneath Ji Qing to sway.
The rain outside was pouring down, and the sounds of the two men grew louder under the cover of the rain. Uncle Bao was panting heavily, while Aunt Qiao's moans were more rhythmic, joyful and wanton.
"It's been days since I've had any, today feels so good," Aunt Qiao said happily. "Your stuff is the best, so hot and burning."
Uncle Bao said proudly, "Looks like this is the real deal, much better than your wooden peg."
"With you, who needs that thing? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Aunt Qiao arched her plump buttocks back again, humming as she spoke. Uncle Bao then put in more effort, thrusting forward with all his might, making a slapping sound.
Aunt Qiao became more and more excited, murmuring, "This dog is getting better and better, and lasts longer too."
"I'm holding back, not enough."
"We're not enough either... I just want to hold you tight..."
"Then hold on, just don't break it."
"I'll break it... I'll kill you..." Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Qiao suddenly shouted loudly, "Yes, yes, just like that... harder, harder... It's coming."
Ji Qing was puzzled, not knowing what was coming, and hurriedly looked on intently. Aunt Qiao, like a madwoman, pressed against the pile of mats, her hair disheveled, swaying from side to side, her body seemingly unable to bear it and collapsing downwards, leaving only her buttocks still sticking up high, held tightly by Uncle Bao. Uncle Bao, however, seemed to be in deep meditation, letting out a long sigh. Every now and then, he would thrust forward, and with each thrust, Aunt Qiao would let out a heart-wrenching scream. It sounded awful, but Ji Qing, watching from the sidelines, felt that Aunt Qiao was having an incredibly pleasurable time.
"Sleeping with a mistress is really troublesome. Aunt Qiao even says it's comfortable, but if it's comfortable, why is she screaming like that?" Ji Qing really didn't understand these messy things. Suddenly, he realized that his little bird, which he used for urinating, had swelled up at some point, hard and pressing against his lower body, causing him indescribable discomfort.

Chapter Two:

A gentle breeze of early spring blew by, carrying the pleasant scent of grass. The yard was very refreshing. The reeds that had been broken yesterday were damp and tied into bundles. Big Foot sat in the middle of the yard, her fingers entwining the smooth, slender reeds. The reeds were thin and delicate, bouncing in her arms. No one knows exactly how many reed beds there are along the lower canal; all that's known is that the reeds stretch as far as the eye can see along both banks, so dense that not a breath of wind can penetrate. Every year when the reed flowers bloom and the leaves turn yellow, all the able-bodied people in Yangjiawa are mobilized to harvest the reeds in large quantities, stacking them up to form a Great Wall of reeds on the threshing ground in front of the village. The remaining days are the busiest time for the women, as every household begins making mats. Until around the time of Xiaoman and Mangzhong, when the water in the canal slowly rises, countless boats come to transport the mountains of reed mats away.
Big Toe's fingers moved swiftly and skillfully, weaving the mats. Soon, a large mat was laid out beneath him. He looked around at the finished mat, adjusted it a bit, and then wiped the sweat from his brow with satisfaction, letting out a long sigh.
He had been quite annoyed by Jiqing earlier, and even now, his chest still felt tight. As the sun climbed high in the sky, the brat still lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), threatening to be late for school. Finally, Aunt Big Foot couldn't take it anymore and yelled at him, pulling back the tightly wrapped quilt and giving him a few hard slaps on the bottom. Ji Qing sprang up, standing on the kang, towering several heads above Aunt Big Foot. Aunt Big Foot climbed onto the kang again, grabbed a broom, and chased after him, hitting him repeatedly. Ji Qing dodged. Suddenly, Aunt Big Foot noticed a large tent bulging in the middle of Ji Qing's baggy trousers, just like Ji Qing himself, stubbornly standing there. Suddenly, Aunt Big Foot couldn't bring herself to hit him. She threw down the broom, angrily shooing Ji Qing off the kang.
"The little rascal's grown up," Aunt Big Foot chuckled, remembering how Ji Qing had jumped around on the kang like a sparrow.
"What are you secretly laughing about so early in the morning?" A silvery voice rang out, and Big Foot knew it was Aunt Qiao without even looking up.
"What's it to you what I'm laughing about?" Big Foot replied with a smile, deftly pulling out a reed. Aunt Qiao leaned over and plopped down on the woven mat, laughing and saying, "Qing'er's father took good care of you last night, didn't he? Look at how pleased you are with yourself."
Big Foot curled his lip in disdain and didn't say a word.
Aunt Qiao, however, perked up and leaned closer, saying, "Did I guess right? Hehe, tell me, what happened?"
"What happened? You get all excited about this." Big Foot shifted back, giving Aunt Qiao a sidelong glance. Aunt Qiao pouted in disappointment, "You're such a jerk, telling you won't kill you." Suddenly remembering something, she leaned close to Big Foot's ear, "I heard there's a doctor in Hebei who can cure that 'one-door spirit,' why don't you go see him?" Big Foot remained unmoved, just keeping her head down and continuing with her work. After a while, she sighed, "What's the point of curing him? It's useless. I don't want to think about it anymore."
Aunt Qiao was even more anxious than her, "Don't! We can't just let it end like this. Besides, you always want to have another one," she said, sighing as well, "Look at Qing'er all alone, so much bad luck." Big Foot fell silent, her head drooping even lower, her body shriveling up like a clump of grass withered by the sun, completely devoid of its usual lively appearance.
Seeing Big Foot's dejected state, Aunt Qiao felt a pang of pain in her heart, and sighed deeply, "Alas, look at how miserable this life is, it's desolate, even worse than mine." As she spoke, she thought of herself, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Aunt Qiao and Big Foot's friendship was long-standing, like that of Qiao'er's deceased father and Big Foot's husband, Chang Gui—a childhood bond. Aunt Qiao had married into Yangjiawa a few years earlier than Big Foot, and after marriage, they separated from the family and lived independently. The following year, she gave birth to Big Qiao. At that time, Changgui was still a bachelor, and he and Qiao'er's father were so close they were practically inseparable. Changgui would visit Qiao'er's father every day, and the two brothers would often have a few drinks together. Sometimes, when they were in high spirits, Changgui would jokingly ask his sister-in-law to find him a wife. It was meant as a joke, but Aunt Qiao took it to heart, remembering her close friend from her village, Dajiao. Back then, Dajiao wasn't called Dajiao; she had a lovely name, Xiuzhi. After they finished their business under the cover of darkness, Aunt Qiao told Qiao'er's father her idea, and he nodded repeatedly in agreement. Qiao'er's father had met Xiuzhi; she looked just like Qiao'er's mother, fair-skinned and strikingly beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a good temperament. Unlike Qiao'er's mother, who was so fiery, she was generous and gentle—a perfect match for Changgui.
The next day, Qiao'er's father urged Qiao'er's mother to return to her parents' home, his eagerness almost like he was looking for a concubine. Qiao'er's mother went back to her parents' home and brought up the matter with Xiuzhi. Xiuzhi, usually outgoing, blushed and remained silent. Without a word, Qiao'er's mother dragged her back to Yangjiawa and had Qiao'er's father call Changgui home. Changgui was simple-minded; he only talked to Qiao'er's father, and was a complete taciturn man around the villagers, let alone strangers. Upon entering, he immediately took a liking to Xiuzhi, but could only chuckle foolishly, unable to utter a single coherent sentence. This infuriated Qiao'er's mother, who secretly kicked him several times. Xiuzhi wasn't initially fond of Changgui, but she couldn't resist Qiao'er's mother's smooth talk, and gradually found Changgui's simple-mindedness somewhat endearing. He was also strong and capable, excellent at farm work and fishing, a reliable man for a family. After some back and forth, she agreed to the marriage.
The house next to Qiao'er's was built long ago, with the same red bricks and blue tiles. On an auspicious day, with much fanfare, they married Xiuzhi. Xiuzhi was fertile; after ten months of pregnancy, she gave birth to a big, healthy boy the following year, making Changgui so happy he almost jumped for joy. Not long after, Qiao'er's mother in the same courtyard also gave birth to her second child, but unfortunately, it was another girl. Qiao'er's father was quite annoyed by the sight of the girl, but dared not say anything. Although they were neither rich nor poor, both families lived prosperous lives, each year bringing something new and enjoyable.
But fate was cruel; misfortune struck one after another, leaving everyone in a daze, unable to believe it. First, Qiao'er's father inexplicably felt a tightness in his chest, collapsed in the field while working, and was rushed to the county hospital by a cart. He died before even reaching the ward, leaving Qiao'er's mother unconscious. The doctor said Qiao'er's father had a heart condition, congenital, and it was discovered too late. It was a pity; this man, not even thirty years old, was gone. Qiao'er's aunt was left to raise her two daughters, and it seemed impossible to make ends meet. Fortunately, with the help of Changgui and Dajiao, Qiao'er's aunt gritted her teeth and persevered. Remembering Qiao'er's father's kindness, she swallowed all her suffering, never considering taking another step forward.
For this, Dajiao and Changgui admired Qiao'er from the bottom of their hearts.
Just as Aunt Qiao's situation was resolved, Da Jiao ran into trouble again. This time, it was quite bizarre. Chang Gui was harnessing the livestock to the cart, but for some reason, the blue mule was stubborn and wouldn't budge no matter how he tried to pull it. Frustrated, Chang Gui swung his whip and lashed the mule's rump. The mule, enraged by the whip, kicked out with its hind legs, striking Chang Gui squarely in the groin, causing it to swell immediately. Da Jiao, terrified, frantically helped Chang Gui to bed and applied a hot towel to the swelling. After a few days, the swelling subsided, and seeing the area looking much better, they were relieved, thinking it was all over. The couple excitedly prepared to get back to work. But then they discovered that no matter how hard Chang Gui tried, his penis wouldn't get erect. Da Jiao even used her mouth, but it remained limp and lifeless. Changgui was devastated, and Dajiao was heartbroken, though she tried to remain calm and say comforting words to him. They tried many more times, but nothing worked. They even secretly went to the hospital and tried countless folk remedies, which they poured into herbal decoctions and fed to him like water, but to no avail. Finally, they gave up hope. From then on
, Changgui became even more depressed, his face always ashen, and he withered away. Dajiao, however, seemed unaffected, taking even better care of Changgui each day, though she felt as if something had been ripped out of her heart. At first, Aunt Qiao didn't know anything about this; Changgui was a man of pride, and Dajiao was too embarrassed to tell anyone about what had happened on the bed. Fortunately, Aunt Qiao was observant. She noticed the couple had been acting strangely lately, so she pulled Da Jiao aside to ask. Da Jiao, unable to resist, finally poured out her troubles. Aunt Qiao then understood the whole story and felt a pang of sympathy. The two sisters hugged and cried together. Actually, Aunt Qiao knew Da Jiao's suffering better than anyone. Da Jiao was even worse off than herself; at least she had completely given up on her feelings, but Da Jiao had a man sleeping next to her. Having a warm body but being unable to do anything with it made the experience increasingly unbearable.
Despite the suffering, life had to go on. Seeing Ji Qing growing stronger day by day, becoming as robust as a young calf, Da Jiao felt a surge of joy and suppressed her desires. Fortunately, Chang Gui wasn't completely useless; there were other alternatives, though far inferior, but better than nothing. She'd make do. It was just that she felt unsatisfied, often stuck in a rut, like she was suspended in mid-air, feeling anxious and restless. However, Da Jiao noticed that Aunt Qiao seemed to be getting more and more active and radiant. Her face, though in her thirties, was even shiny with oil, and her every move had regained its former vigor, which puzzled her. It wasn't until one day when she accidentally stumbled upon Aunt Qiao and Bao Lai's scandalous affair that she realized that this young woman had been secretly having an affair.
That day, she had come to the courtyard to borrow a basket to sift rice. Both Da Qiao and Er Qiao were at school, and the courtyard was quiet. Usually, Da Jiao would call out before entering the courtyard, but her throat was throbbing from the heat, so she went straight into the house. Once inside the main room, Da Jiao sensed something was wrong. There were rustling noises in the side rooms, and Aunt Qiao's giggling laughter. Big Foot found it strange; the laughter was unusually lewd. She hadn't heard Aunt Qiao's tune in years, so she quickly lifted the curtain and entered the room.
As soon as she entered, her face flushed crimson. The two people on the kang (heated brick bed) were still naked, piled on top of each other. Aunt Qiao was on top, her plump, white buttocks arching back and forth. The man, lean and sprawled on the kang, his arms held down by Aunt Qiao, chuckling and talking. His dark, erect member stood out shockingly, thick and sturdy, swaying rhythmically from the friction of Aunt Qiao's buttocks, making Big Foot dizzy. Startled by this sudden sight, Big Foot instinctively cried out, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. She turned and retreated, panting in the main room, clutching her chest. The two people on the kang (heated brick bed) were startled and immediately separated as if in shock. Aunt Qiao asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?" There was no response for a while, so she quickly got off the kang, grabbed a jacket, and stood by the door, shivering as she peered out through the curtain. She then saw Big Foot in the main room, still rubbing her chest, clearly shaken. Aunt Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, her panicked heart calming down. She lifted the curtain and shuffled out, her face stiff as she yelled at Big Foot, "You slut, still laughing? You have no shame!" Big Foot glared at Aunt Qiao and spat. Aunt Qiao lowered her head, not daring to speak, her hands awkwardly buttoning her shirt. After a long while, she stammered, "Is something wrong?" Da Jiao's pounding heart finally calmed down. She glared at Aunt Qiao and said, "Give me the basket."
"Okay." Aunt Qiao ran into the house, quickly retrieved the basket, and handed it to Da Jiao. Da Jiao turned and ran, fleeing home as if her life depended on it.

Chapter 3:

Aunt Qiao and Bao Lai's affair had been going on for quite some time. Deep down, Aunt Qiao was a rather promiscuous woman. Ever since she married Qiao'er's father, they'd been inseparable. At first, they were both quite inexperienced, clumsy and awkward, but didn't really notice anything. Gradually, Aunt Qiao began to discover the pleasure, realizing that this thing could actually make one's soul swell, a comfort seeping into one's very bones. From then on, Qiao'er's father was unlucky. Every day, as soon as it got dark, if he had nothing else to do, Aunt Qiao would drag him to bed early, and they would engage in their passionate lovemaking. Aunt Qiao, without any instruction, would devise new tricks every day, just to make both of them happy. At first, Qiao'er's father really enjoyed it, but he couldn't withstand Aunt Qiao's relentless demands. Even a strong man like him was worn out, and after half a year, he grew tired of it and started making various excuses to avoid it. Aunt Qiao, however, was a woman who couldn't tolerate any imperfections. Knowing full well that Qiao'er's father was feigning ignorance, she became even more insistent on keeping him occupied, constantly nagging him like a swarm of locusts. After some time, Aunt Qiao, seeing that Qiao'er's father was becoming increasingly impotent, understood the importance of a gradual approach and began to relax a bit, though she still made love to him every other day. This continued until the two young girls, Da Qiao and Er Qiao, were born, and with more work to do, she had less time for them. A few years passed, and Da Qiao and Er Qiao grew into beautiful young women. Aunt Qiao, nearing thirty, began to rekindle her lustful desires. She found an excuse to send the two girls to sleep in the east wing and started pursuing Qiao'er's father again. After a few years of recuperation, Qiao'er's father was also somewhat frugal, and the two began to indulge in passionate lovemaking again, their intimacy reminiscent of their early married days. Just as the young couple were neatly repackaging their old ways, the sky suddenly fell. In the blink of an eye, Qiao'er's father was gone, leaving Aunt Qiao devastated. With the pillar of the family gone, Aunt Qiao was busy working tirelessly both inside and outside the house. The heavy workload wasn't so bad, it was just tiring, and besides, Da Qiao could lend a hand, and Chang Gui and Da Jiao also helped out a lot. Although life was much tighter, it would pass eventually. But the hardest part was that every night when she got into bed, the cold quilt wouldn't warm up no matter what she did. The empty kang bed made Aunt Qiao'er's heart pound, and she tossed and turned like a pancake, unable to fall asleep. That burning desire slowly rose from her heart, and in no time it spread throughout her body, making her breasts swell and feel like they were about to burst out, and her inner thighs were wet and sticky. Aunt Qiao was tormented beyond recognition. Her hands groped haphazardly over her body, her lower body a jumbled mess of groping and probing, finding temporary relief but never a lasting one. The desire would barely subside before it resurfaced, forcing her to grope and toss and turn all night. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, only to be startled awake by the awful rooster crowing in the yard. These days were truly unbearable for Aunt Qiao; the once pretty young woman had become emaciated. Those around her assumed it was from missing her husband. Until one day, on a day when spring was in full bloom, Aunt Qiao's desire intensified, and in the middle of the day, she found herself lost in inexplicable daydreams. Working in the fields, sweat mingled with the vaginal fluids, leaving her crotch always damp. The layers of straw paper she used for padding would quickly become soaked. As fate would have it, just as Aunt Qiao was finding a secluded spot to change the straw paper, Bao Lai caught her red-handed. The two, in a moment of passion, hastily consummated their relationship. That very night, Bao Lai climbed over the wall into Aunt Qiao's yard again. Aunt Qiao, having guessed this, had already stripped naked and was waiting on the kang (heated brick bed). This time, he truly satisfied her desires, and from then on, they were inseparable. For many years, they secretly continued their affair, and apart from the time Da Jiao stumbled upon them, no one else knew. Aunt Qiao eventually came to terms with it; rather than relying on each other, it was better to be open about it. A widow having an affair wasn't shameful. "I had no choice. It's like the King of Hell controlling his little devils; I'll just enjoy the moment while I can." Afterwards, Aunt Qiao went to Big Foot to explain. Big Foot was too lazy to listen to her, but didn't say anything more, after all, she was her good friend, and she had lost her man. She just told her to be discreet and not let anyone see her. From then on, Aunt Qiao really became more careful. When the children were home, she dared not bring her lover home to play anymore. She would only do it when the children were at school, taking a few moments to sneak into the house with the doors bolted shut, or find a secluded spot under the cover of darkness, spread a sheet on the floor, and roll around—it was quite a different kind of scene. Over time, Aunt Qiao actually started to enjoy this sneaky feeling. No wonder so many old women had affairs and kept lovers; it had a certain thrill, even more exciting than with their own husbands. Later, when Big Foot and the others tried to persuade her to remarry, she simply ignored them. This is actually quite good. Bao Lai's tools are very useful, and he treats her like a grandmother. She might not even be as good as him if she married another man. The only downside is that he can't be summoned at will; she only gets a break every few days. "This is good too, it makes me more energetic," Aunt Qiao often comforted herself.
Chapter Four:

Aunt Qiao chatted idly with Da Qiao for a while, then glanced at the sun, which was almost directly overhead, before heading home. Da Qiao was already in high school in town, a round trip of several miles, so she couldn't come home for lunch. Er Qiao and Qing'er were in junior high in the village and had to come home for lunch. She piled a bundle of firewood by the stove, grabbed a ladle of water, poured it into the pot, and just as she lit the fire and put the firewood into the stove, Aunt Qiao suddenly remembered Ji Qing. That boy had been acting strangely this morning. In the morning, after sending Da Qiao and Er Qiao off to school, Aunt Qiao washed and hung up the clothes that had been soaked by the rain the night before, and then splashed dirty water on the street. She happened to bump into Ji Qing, who was hurriedly running out with his schoolbag. Aunt Qiao smiled and called out to Ji Qing, who turned and glanced at her, snorted but said nothing, then turned and disappeared in a flash. "What's wrong with this brat today?" Aunt Qiao muttered, returning to the house in confusion. Normally, Jiqing would greet Aunt Qiao with a cheerful shout from afar. Aunt Qiao would also affectionately call Jiqing over, patting his hair and brushing the dirt off his clothes. There was no reason for him to turn and run away like today. Before the meal was even prepared, the courtyard gate slammed shut, indicating that Er Qiao'er had returned. Er Qiao'er skipped in, called out "Mother!" and went inside, tossing her schoolbag onto the kang (heated brick bed) before rushing out again. She scooped a cup of water from the water vat, gulped down a few mouthfuls, wiped her mouth, and was about to run outside when Aunt Qiao called out to her. "Where are you going? It's time to eat, why are you running around like a madman!" Erqiao dashed out the door without looking back, saying, "I'm coming back." Aunt Qiao jumped up and chased after her, shouting, "You have school this afternoon!" Erqiao had already darted out of the yard, her childish voice saying, "No classes this afternoon," before disappearing from sight. Aunt Qiao then remembered that it was Saturday, and Daqiao should be back by now, so she quickly added two more cold steamed buns to steam. The basin contained fragrant stewed rabbit meat, which Bao had given her the night before. Aunt Qiao took a large bowl and carried it to Dajiao's house. Dajiao had just finished setting the table and, seeing Aunt Qiao come in, asked if she had eaten. "No, Erqiao ran off as soon as she came in, and Daqiao hasn't come back yet." Aunt Qiao said, placing the bowl on the table. "Oh, what kind of meat smells so good?" Dajiao exaggeratedly sniffed. "Human flesh! Eat yours." Aunt Qiao chuckled, turning to leave, but then heard Big Foot ask teasingly, "Did Bao Lai give it to you?" Aunt Qiao didn't answer, but said again, "Eat yours!" Then she waved and left the house. Ji Qing barged in without thinking, bumping right into Aunt Qiao, making her cry out in pain. Chapter Four: Ever since he stumbled upon Aunt Qiao and Bao Lai's shameful affair in the storeroom, seeing Aunt Qiao again made Ji Qing feel incredibly embarrassed, as if he were the one who had committed the shameful act. Looking at Aunt Qiao's face, it had become the wanton and lewd expression of Aunt Qiao during that night of thunder and lightning. Even when Aunt Qiao stood there, in Ji Qing's eyes, she was still the same as that night, starkly naked, with her plump, round buttocks sticking out. This made Jiqing even more bewildered. The familiar warmth he once felt for Aunt Qiao was gone, replaced by a different feeling—a feeling he couldn't quite define, yet it made him uneasy and stirred up inexplicable thoughts. He spent the morning in a daze, Aunt Qiao's image constantly flashing in his mind, his lower body hard and swollen, causing him indescribable discomfort. In the morning, Aunt Qiao called him as usual, but he ran away guiltily. Aunt Qiao's soft call sounded so similar to the increasingly intense moans she had uttered the night before. Now, he bumped into Aunt Qiao's arms, the feeling of her trembling breasts pressing against his head making him somewhat dazed. "This child, were you chased by wasps? Why are you running so wildly?" Aunt Qiao said reproachfully, rubbing her breasts, which ached from Jiqing's bump. Ji Qing tried to slip inside, but his mother, who had followed him out, grabbed him from behind: "You little rascal! Are you trying to kill me? Look what you did to your Aunt Qiao!" Turning to Ji Qing's arms, she asked, "What are you holding?" Ji Qing hugged the whimpering puppy tightly, avoiding Da Jiao's scrutinizing gaze: "Nothing, a dog." "A dog? Where did it come from?" Da Jiao saw it clearly; it was indeed a puppy, seemingly just weaned, its bright black eyes wide open, looking around in fear, its chubby body trembling and wriggling. "Oh! It really is a dog! My darling," Aunt Qiao exclaimed excitedly, "Quick, let Auntie see!" She reached out to hug it. Ji Qing said, "No!" and nimbly slipped away, disappearing into his room. "That kid," Aunt Qiao chuckled awkwardly, said "He's back," and left the yard. "His aunt, have Qing'er take the bowl back in a bit," Da Jiao called out loudly, turning back to set out the bowls and chopsticks, preparing for dinner. Chang Gui had gone to the county to buy fertilizer and hadn't returned yet. Da Jiao set aside some vegetables and a few pieces of meat, leaving them for Chang Gui, then turned to call Ji Qing to eat. After calling for a while, Ji Qing finally came out, dawdling, and asked if there was any rice porridge. Da Jiao said there was no rice porridge today since no rice was cooked. Seeing Ji Qing's disappointed look, she suggested breaking off some steamed buns and soaking them in water. Ji Qing happily grabbed a steamed bun and went to the cupboard to get a bowl. Da Jiao then instructed him, "Don't feed him all of it, or he'll die from overeating." "Okay," Ji Qing agreed readily this time. The two quickly finished their meal. Jiqing wiped his greasy mouth, patted his stomach, and said he was stuffed. He then lay back on the kang (a heated brick bed), making Dajiao laugh. After clearing away the dishes and removing the kang table, seeing that Jiqing was still lying there, she urged him to get up and return the bowl to Aunt Qiao. Jiqing didn't want to go, partly because he was still a little afraid of seeing Aunt Qiao, and partly because he disliked seeing Erqiao. That girl was always clinging to him, and just now she had stubbornly clung to him—she had gone to Suozhu's house and wouldn't leave no matter how much he urged her. If he went to her house again, she would definitely come back with him. Dajiao, however, was unaware of Jiqing's thoughts and kept urging him to hurry up. After a long while, Jiqing reluctantly got up. Aunt Qiao had also finished eating. Daqiao was helping her mother wash the dishes, while Erqiao was spreading out her books under the grape trellis. Ji Qing went straight to Da Qiao, called out "Sister," and placed the bowl on the stove. He didn't see Aunt Qiao, and felt a slight sense of relief, yet also a strange pang of disappointment. Seeing Da Qiao bustling about, he quickly approached to chat, but Da Qiao ignored him, only offering vague "uh-huhs." Actually, Da Qiao didn't dislike Ji Qing; on the contrary, she quite liked this boy who often called her "Sister." Firstly, their families were related, and secondly, Ji Qing was a handsome and not unpleasant-looking boy. Unlike other boys, who were dirty and snotty-nosed, he was repulsive. It was just that a young girl's unique reserve made Da Qiao unconsciously act that way; besides, a pretty girl should be like that, like a beautiful thrush, always perched on a branch with its head held high. When Er Qiao saw Ji Qing arrive, she ran over happily, asking him how the puppy was doing, whether it had eaten, and whether it had been named. Jiqing could only give a few perfunctory replies, when he heard Da Qiao scolding Er Qiao: "Go do your homework! If you don't finish, you won't be allowed to go!" Jiqing asked, "Where are you going?" Er Qiao replied, "To Grandma's house," and kept pestering Jiqing with questions, so Da Qiao scolded her again. Only then did Er Qiao reluctantly return to the grape trellis. "Are you all going?" Jiqing asked Da Qiao. Da Qiao said, "My mother isn't going; she's not feeling well." Jiqing said "Oh," without replying, his mind preoccupied with the puppy, and wanted to go home, but then he heard Aunt Qiao speaking from the inner room. "Who's here? Is that Qing'er? Come in." Jiqing felt a little uneasy, but his body involuntarily lifted the curtain and entered the room. He saw Aunt Qiao lying lazily on the kang (heated brick bed), her slender waist slumped down, her hips rounded and protruding, forming a beautiful curve that outlined the ups and downs of her body. "Is Aunt Qiao sick?" Ji Qing asked hesitantly. Aunt Qiao patted the kang (a heated brick bed), gesturing for him to sit down, and said, "I don't know what's wrong, she was fine just now, but now she feels unwell all over." Ji Qing scooted down to sit on the edge of the kang, recalling the events of last night, and blurted out, "She got caught in the rain, didn't she?" He immediately regretted it. Aunt Qiao was indeed a little surprised. The rain hadn't started until almost midnight last night, and she had rushed home after parting ways with Bao Lai, still getting soaked. Perhaps she really had been caught in the rain. The question was, how did Ji Qing know? Had he seen something?Considering Jiqing's behavior today, Aunt Qiao found it increasingly strange. Perhaps she was a little guilty, overthinking things. Anyone else would have just assumed it was a casual remark, especially in the storeroom where there was no chance of being discovered. But Aunt Qiao truly had something to hide, so she decided to try and get some information out of Jiqing. Aunt Qiao struggled to get up, but seemed overwhelmed and lay back down, one hand under her head, the other weakly pounding her thigh, saying, "I feel terrible. My whole body aches." Jiqing said some medicine would do the trick, so Aunt Qiao asked Jiqing to find some for her in the drawer. Da Qiao'er came in, asked her mother a few questions, and told her to rest. Aunt Qiao then urged the two sisters to leave quickly. Da Qiao'er greeted Jiqing and then pushed her bicycle out of the yard with Er Qiao'er. Jiqing found the medicine, poured out a few pills, and handed them to Aunt Qiao. He also poured her a glass of water and served her the medicine, then just watched her. Aunt Qiao frowned and pursed her lips, lying limply. Her legs were crossed, and she wasn't wearing shoes, only black nylon stockings. Her white flesh peeked through the stockings, making her look incredibly alluring. Jiqing was somewhat dazed. Aunt Qiao looked exactly the same as he always did, so why did she seem different today? Aunt Qiao, however, felt uncomfortable under his gaze and became even more convinced of her suspicions. She thought of a way to subtly ask him about it. With that thought, she rolled over and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), burying her face in the pillow and humming for Jiqing to massage her. Jiqing looked at Aunt Qiao lying there, unsure how to begin. Aunt Qiao turned her head and saw Jiqing's awkwardness, then chuckled: "Haven't you massaged your mother before?" "Yes." "That's terrible, hurry up." After saying that, Aunt Qiao climbed down again to wait for Ji Qing to come over. Ji Qing hesitated before getting onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and reached out his hand hesitantly to Aunt Qiao, gently kneading her shoulders. Even through her clothes, Ji Qing could feel Aunt Qiao's soft, boneless body, radiating a comforting warmth and a pleasant fragrance. This faint scent made Ji Qing a little dizzy, and in a daze, he seemed to have become Uncle Bao from the previous night. His hands were no longer touching through her clothes, but rather as if he were directly caressing Aunt Qiao's fair and plump body. Unconsciously, his hands moved gently over Aunt Qiao's body, carrying a hint of ambiguity and greed. Aunt Qiao also felt something strange. The hands kneading her body gradually stopped moving rhythmically, but seemed to be searching for something, and became increasingly gentle. The warmth of his hands seeped through her clothes, slowly penetrating her body, stirring her senses. It felt as if a fire was quietly igniting within her, spreading unnoticed. Aunt Qiao unconsciously let out a soft moan; her lower body began to burn and become slightly damp. The hands that were gently pressing on her back seemed to transform into Bao Lai's hungry, greedy kneading. Suddenly, Ji Qing, unaware of his own strength, pinched right into the aching tendon in her shoulder blade. Aunt Qiao couldn't help but cry out, instantly snapping back to reality. Turning her head, she met Ji Qing's flustered, burning gaze. For no reason, Aunt Qiao felt a sudden pang of panic. Quickly regaining her composure, she remembered she still had something to ask Ji Qing, but didn't know where to begin, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Ji Qing's hands continued their unhurried kneading of Aunt Qiao's back. Aunt Qiao turned her head, peeking at Ji Qing through the gap in her arm. She hadn't noticed before, but this bald boy was starting to look like a young man. His body was strong and sturdy, yet his face was fair with a healthy rosy glow. He didn't look like a farmer's child at all. His small eyes were bright and piercing, and a faint wisp of downy hair peeked out from under his straight nose. The more Aunt Qiao looked at him, the more she liked him. Feeling Ji Qing's rhythmic kneading, her body couldn't help but react, and her thoughts began to wander. If only she could hold Qing'er in her arms… Aunt Qiao shuddered, startled by her own absurd thought. "Oh no, he's still just a teenager! How could I think like that? What a terrible thought!" Aunt Qiao couldn't help but curse herself inwardly. "Qing'er, Qing'er!" A loud, leisurely voice suddenly came from the next courtyard, startling Ji Qing, who quickly withdrew his hand. Seeing his flustered state, Aunt Qiao chuckled, "What are you afraid of? Give Auntie a massage, your mother won't eat you!" Ji Qing jumped off the kang in a panic, loudly agreed, and dashed out. Aunt Qiao peeked out the window and saw Ji Qing's figure disappear into the courtyard. She couldn't help but sigh with relief, feeling somewhat relaxed. She lay back down, trying to sleep for a while, but tossing and turning couldn't fall asleep. So she reached down and gently began to massage herself.Aunt Qiao leaned out the window and saw Ji Qing's figure leaving the courtyard. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, feeling somewhat relieved. She lay back down, wanting to sleep for a while, but tossing and turning couldn't fall asleep. So she reached down and gently began to stroke.Aunt Qiao leaned out the window and saw Ji Qing's figure leaving the courtyard. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, feeling somewhat relieved. She lay back down, wanting to sleep for a while, but tossing and turning couldn't fall asleep. So she reached down and gently began to stroke.

Chapter Five:

Jiqing practically ran all the way back from school to Yangjiawa, a distance of over three miles, because he was worried about Heizi. Heizi was the name Jiqing had given his little dog. Looking at its chubby face, he'd originally wanted to call it Huzi (Tiger), but his mother wouldn't allow it. She said his uncle's nickname was Huzi, and a dog couldn't be like that. But in Jiqing's opinion, Heizi was much better than his uncle. Once home, Jiqing sensed something was off. His father was sulking in the yard, smoking, not even glancing at him. His mother also had a gloomy face, looking like she'd been hit by frost, and was banging pots and pans while cooking. Jiqing crept into the house, afraid of incurring bad luck. Heizi, oblivious to everything, jumped all over him, making him quickly stroke its smooth, shiny fur. He ate his lunch without a appetite; his parents hadn't said a word the entire time, leaving Jiqing unsure whether to leave or stay. Finally, after his father finished the last bite, and watched him slam down his bowl and get off the kang (a heated brick bed), Jiqing followed suit, sneaking out of the yard with Heizi. After playing wildly with the village children for a while, Jiqing became restless. Seeing the sun slowly sinking behind the reeds and darkness falling, he hurried home. His parents were in a bad mood today; he didn't want to get another beating. The main room was pitch black and silent, occasionally broken by the chirping of unknown insects in the corners, which would be startled by Jiqing's footsteps and fall silent again. The door to his parents' room was closed, a faint light filtering through the glass window, instantly swallowed by the darkness outside. Jiqing quietly closed the door and tiptoed towards his room. Halfway there, he was startled to hear his parents arguing through the crack in the door. "Tell me, what's on this?" It was Dad's voice, furious. "I just saw you change it yesterday, how come it's soaking again today? Tell me, what's on this?" What did he find? Why was Dad so angry? Jiqing's curiosity was piqued again, and he stopped, listening intently. Mom didn't say anything, only gave a heavy snort, and then he heard Dad yelling, "Speak up, why aren't you saying anything!" What was wrong with Dad today? He never spoke like this before, had he suddenly become so angry? Jiqing was even more puzzled and moved closer. Dad continued to question him, and after a long while, he finally heard Mom reply slowly, "Are you crazy? If you don't want to live together anymore, just say it!" Dad fell silent instantly, but after a while, he heard sobbing. Jiqing's heart tightened. Although Dad was usually quiet, he was still a strong man. What could be so important that he was crying out in frustration? Jiqing wanted to get closer, but suddenly heard rustling sounds from inside the house. He quickly slipped to the side, hiding in the shadows behind the water vat, barely daring to breathe. The door slowly opened, and light poured out, illuminating half the main room. Jiqing shrank back even further, his heart pounding. Judging from the footsteps, it was his mother. She grabbed something, made a quick turn, and went back inside, bolting the door shut. Jiqing breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed out, and pressed himself against the doorframe. The sound of running water filled the room as Mother scolded Father in a low voice, "What else could you be but a lunatic? A woman, after wearing those clothes all day, what else could she possibly have? It's all that stuff, isn't it?" Father retorted in a muffled voice, "It smells, too." "What doesn't smell? That's where you pee, how could it not smell?" Mother's voice suddenly rose, "Then tell me, what smell is right?!" The sound of running water resumed, and after a while, Mother cursed angrily, "You're impotent, yet you're always so suspicious. You'll drive me to my death sooner or later." "I'm not impotent. I even managed to get it in last week, and you were moaning, weren't you?" "You call that good? Even a worm is better than you!" Listening to the back-and-forth between them in the inner room, Jiqing vaguely felt that his parents were talking about that kind of thing. Ever since he spied on Aunt Qiao and Uncle Bao's scandalous affair, Ji Qing suddenly became interested in such matters, paying closer attention to them in his daily life. Before long, he had learned the general outline, though still somewhat clueless, but much better than before when he knew absolutely nothing. Ji Qing looked around, moved a wooden stool over, and carefully stood on it, just enough to reach the draft window above the door. He craned his neck to peek inside. He saw his mother sitting on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), her face ashen, rubbing something in a basin of water. His father squatted below the kang, head bowed, silent. After a while, he saw his father slowly kneel down, inching closer to his mother. His mother tried to dodge but couldn't, and his father grabbed her bare foot, clad in a cloth shoe. She didn't resist, letting him lift it up. His mother's feet were white, gleaming in the lamplight, the soles slightly rosy. His father examined them like precious treasures. Jiqing was puzzled by his father's actions. What was so special about his mother's feet that his father seemed to cherish them so much? Jiqing couldn't understand it. Suddenly, something even stranger happened. Jiqing saw his father holding his mother's feet and kissing them, his tongue slowly but strangely licking the soles of her feet, just like Heizi did. Heizi liked to do that, licking Jiqing's hands with relish, like licking a pig bone. Jiqing held his breath, watching this bizarre scene. He couldn't believe that his usually fierce parents would do this behind his back. After being held and licked by his father for a while, his mother stopped being so composed. She suddenly pulled her foot back and kicked it away, pouting and saying, "So cheap." His father didn't say anything, but grabbed the foot his mother had kicked and kissed it again. His mother must have been very ticklish; her body trembled slightly, and her toes were restlessly curling and twisting, sometimes opening and sometimes closing tightly together. Father, however, kissed her with increasing relish, his tongue darting between Mother's toes, licking and sucking on them as if savoring a cool popsicle on a summer's day. Mother seemed overwhelmed, dropping what she was holding and collapsing limply onto the kang (heated brick bed). She struggled to prop herself up with her arms, her eyes half-closed, watching her toes wriggle in Father's mouth, humming softly. The sound, like Aunt Qiao's, was soft and weak, escaping from her throat. Her other foot slowly rose, kicking Father's face, her toes rubbing against his rough skin. Her fair instep stood out starkly against his dark face. Suddenly, Father jumped up joyfully, shouting, "Alright, alright, let's get moving!" Mother, however, remained unmoved, only opening her eyes a crack, watching Father quickly strip off his clothes and pull down his pants. Only after Dad was completely naked did he grunt, stretch out his foot, and actually use his big toe to clamp down on Dad's engorged groin, giving it a twist. Jiqing, behind the window, instinctively covered his own penis, suddenly feeling a cramp in his calf, almost falling off the stool. Jiqing steadied himself and looked inside again. Dad's place was indeed quite large, much bigger than his own, a dark, bulging mass. It was only half-erect, hanging limply between Mom's legs. Mom seemed used to it, squinting at Dad's lower body, releasing her toe, and then rubbing Dad's groin up and down with the sole of her foot. After a while, she used both feet together to clamp Dad's limp member, rubbing it back and forth. Mom's fair, rosy feet clamping Dad's dark member looked like a steamed bun wrapped around a dried-out blood sausage. Jiqing watched, feeling his penis slowly heat up, then suddenly harden, pressing painfully against the doorframe through his pants. His father, however, remained wilted like an autumn cucumber baked by the sweltering summer sun. His father, seemingly unaffected, half-squatted on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) and reached to undress his mother. His mother cooperated, pulling her arms and lifting her buttocks, and in a few moments, she was stripped bare like a white lamb and placed on the kang. Her breasts were large, white, round, and erect. Her nipples, however, were dark black. His father's large hands covered them, ruffling them a few times, and the two nipples stood erect, like two red dates embedded in a large, steamed white bun. His father's large hands rubbed her breasts for a while, and his mother's body seemed to be bitten by lice; she began to writhe restlessly on the kang, her moans growing louder. His eyes were still half-closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were enduring a long-standing internal ailment. Father stepped back, still kneeling before the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Mother's legs drooped weakly on the edge of the kang. Seeing Father come down, she slowly lifted them, curled up, and used her heels to support herself on the edge of the kang, slowly parting them to reveal a hairy, dark patch between her thighs. Jiqing couldn't help but want to stick his head in, his mouth dry and his eyes wide, but he still couldn't see clearly. He only saw the black hair under Mother's plump, white belly, prickly and messy. He wanted to turn his head to look again, but he saw Father's head move closer, burying between Mother's legs, kissing her repeatedly. Mother's body trembled, her legs spread wider, and she forced herself to sit up, saying, "Don't you mind?" Father didn't speak, only shook his head. Mother said again, "Does it smell good?" Father nodded silently."You didn't mind that you'd been with her before, and she hadn't washed?" "No, I don't mind." Father didn't lift his head, but he mumbled. Mother lay down comfortably, humming, "Then... lick it clean... it's so horny." As she spoke, she rubbed her breasts with her hands, the two black nipples appearing and disappearing between her fingertips, like fish bladders floating in a river. "Horny is good, horny is good..." Father muttered, but his mouth didn't stop. His tongue, like a leech's sucker, licked Mother's genitals, spitting and slurping. Mother's pubic hair was soaked with Father's saliva, clinging together in clumps and strands, glistening and shiny against her inner thighs. Mother writhed even more violently, her body bouncing up and down on the kang (heated brick bed), like a crucian carp caught in dry land, jumping around wildly, making the kang thump loudly. Father's head, jolted and bounced by Mother's constant shaking, remained hunched over, his hands still tightly wrapped around Mother's thighs. Mother's thighs were already on Father's shoulders, her legs interlocked behind him, locking his head firmly inside. She gripped his hair, pressing down hard, shaking with pleasure, while her mouth murmured, "You...you're no good...your tongue...is a treasure." Father chuckled, then, like a kitten munching on food, cleaned Mother's lower body until it was red and soft. Mother cried out louder, her voice hoarse and strained, but after a few cries, she quickly covered her mouth with her fist, her words caught in her throat, leaving only the heaving of her chest, her breaths growing increasingly labored. Jiqing was dumbfounded. He never imagined his mother would be like this, naked on the kang (a heated brick bed). The sight was so shocking that it made him dizzy. His mother bounced on the kang like a pancake, and Jiqing's heart trembled along with her. Suddenly, his mother trembled violently, trying to get up but collapsing weakly back onto the kang. Her legs slipped off his father's neck, bracing themselves on the edge of the kang, arching her body upwards, her buttocks off the kang mat, arching like the wooden bridge behind the village. A hissing sound was forced out of her throat again, a sharp, long howl, piercing yet joyful, which frightened Jiqing so much that his legs went weak and his heart trembled. He shrank back in fear, weakly sliding down the door frame and leaning against it, panting heavily. He heard his mother's frantic, trembling voice: "Push harder...it's coming...it's coming." It was coming again. Jiqing remembered that Aunt Qiao had said the same thing that night, but even now, he still didn't understand what it was. That night, Jiqing dreamed again of his mother's snow-white body ravaging on the kang (a heated brick bed). When he woke up in the morning, his underwear was wet. Jiqing thought she had urinated, but when he touched it, it was sticky. (To be continued)

Chapter Six:

Spring on both sides of the lower canal, like spring in all the northern plains, is like a lively whitebait, swirling on the surface of the river before disappearing in a flash. People hurriedly finish their work in the fields, barely having time to properly inhale the fragrance of the spring grass before the scorching sun hangs fiercely in the sky. Many people, like in previous years, are busy and weary, their lives passing by like still water. But everything Jiqing experienced this spring was very different from the past. It was like suddenly lifting the lid of a stove and seeing boiling water bubbling beneath. The two women closest to him, in this fleeting spring, unknowingly led Jiqing into a different world, abruptly pulling him out of his ignorance, like a cicada tearing through its old shell, clumsily peeking out to see a new world. This new and exciting world seemed to have unleashed a long-buried passion within Ji Qing, suddenly making him interested in women and changing his gaze towards them. Compared to Da Qiao'er's beauty and Er Qiao'er's naivety, Ji Qing now increasingly found women like Aunt Qiao and his mother more appealing. Their rosy lips, slightly protruding chins, long, white necks, high, firm breasts, full, elastic waists, and broad, rounded hips all captivated him. These days, Ji Qing seemed to be bewitched, constantly visiting Aunt Qiao's house. At first, Aunt Qiao ignored him, even somewhat pleased. She and Da Jiao had already agreed that Ji Qing would be her son-in-law. But seeing that Ji Qing didn't seem particularly interested in Er Qiao'er, Aunt Qiao became worried. Things weren't like before, where parents had the final say. Now, it was about feelings; forced relationships simply wouldn't work. This time things seemed a bit better. Whenever he had a spare moment, Jiqing would stroll over, wandering around inside and outside the house, chatting with Erqiao and bickering with Daqiao. The empty courtyard seemed to come alive because of Jiqing. But gradually, Aunt Qiao became a little puzzled. Jiqing's conversations with Daqiao and Erqiao were only superficial, sometimes even absent-minded. He always stayed close to her, asking this and that, chatting about nothing in particular. His affectionate manner made it seem as if Aunt Qiao was his own mother. When she saw Dajiao again, Aunt Qiao joked with her, "Qing'er isn't going to be a son-in-law anymore, he'll be a son. Daqiao and Erqiao are all yours." Dajiao said, "You wish!" The most beautiful one was Jiqing, wandering around Aunt Qiao's house every day, as if he were in a land of women. Jiqing loved listening to Aunt Qiao talk and loved smelling her scent. The scent was different from her mother's. Her mother's was a natural, unadorned fragrance, like a gentle breeze occasionally passing through reeds, warm yet comforting. Aunt Qiao's scent was sweet and cloying, fresh and pleasant, radiating from within. Later, watching Aunt Qiao wash her face, I realized she used scented soap. A small, white bar, yet like a piece of candy unwrapped, exuding an enticing aroma. "Qing'er, are you going or not?" Da Jiao called out to Ji Qing from inside the house again. "No." Ji Qing squatted in the yard, teasing Hei Zi. Yesterday, Grandma sent word that Uncle was going on a blind date today, and asked Mom and Dad to go and help. Da Jiao had been busy since morning, finding new clothes for Chang Gui and Ji Qing to change into. Chang Gui didn't say anything, but Ji Qing stubbornly refused to go. Fortunately, it wasn't his business, so she simply ignored him. Da Jiao finished getting ready, then dusted off the clothes again, before calling for Chang Gui to push the stroller. After giving Jiqing a few more instructions, she and Changgui went out. In the neighboring courtyard, Aunt Qiao called out to feed the chickens, "Caw caw!" Jiqing jumped up, climbed onto the wall, and poked his head out, calling out. Aunt Qiao saw Jiqing's smiling face peeking out from the wall and asked if his parents had left. Jiqing said they had. "Come over for lunch," Aunt Qiao said, tossing out the last handful of chicken feed and brushing the dust off her pants. "Okay!" Jiqing readily agreed and turned to jump down. But he stepped right on a brick below and fell flat on his back. Just as he was about to get up, a sharp pain surged up, and he cried out. Aunt Qiao heard Jiqing's scream and quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Jiqing couldn't speak, clutching his ankle and gasping for breath. Aunt Qiao rushed over. "What happened?" Seeing Jiqing sitting on the ground clutching his foot, Aunt Qiao went over and checked his arm. Jiqing stretched out his foot, and Aunt Qiao pressed his ankle with her fingers, causing Jiqing to cry out in pain again. "You, why weren't you watching? You've sprained it!" Aunt Qiao said with concern, helping Jiqing up and grabbing a stool to put under his bottom. "Let Auntie see, does it hurt?" Jiqing nodded, wincing in pain, almost crying. Aunt Qiao rubbed Jiqing's ankle, which was already swollen, and hurriedly went inside to fetch a basin of hot water, wrung out a towel, and applied it to his ankle. After applying the hot towel, Jiqing felt much better. Seeing Aunt Qiao's anxious look, he grinned again, and Aunt Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Still smiling? Your parents just left, and you've already caused trouble." The sun was already high in the sky, its rays blazing down without any shade, stinging the skin. Aunt Qiao helped Jiqing skip into the house. "Stay put, I'll bring you your meal when it's ready." Aunt Qiao saw that Ji Qing was lying down on the kang (heated brick bed), and then put his schoolbag in front of him, telling him not to get up. She then went home to cook. Ji Qing lay on the kang listlessly, propping his feet up high on the pile of quilts, and called over Hei Zi to play with him. Hei Zi hummed happily, jumping up and down, which temporarily made Ji Qing forget the pain. After waiting for a long time, he saw Aunt Qiao carrying a bowl into the yard. Ji Qing quickly sat up and scooted to the head of the kang. "Are you feeling better?" Aunt Qiao lifted the curtain and came into the house, putting the bowl aside and asking him. Ji Qing playfully stretched out his feet and held them high in front of Aunt Qiao. Aunt Qiao gently pressed them and said, "They're still swollen." Then she set up a table on the kang and let him eat. She then brought a basin of hot water and had Ji Qing stretch out his feet while eating, carefully washing them with the water. Aunt Qiao's hands were soft as she touched Ji Qing's feet. Ji Qing had long forgotten the pain and tried to feel the warmth of her hand on his ankle. After dinner, Ji Qing was reluctant to let Aunt Qiao leave so soon and begged her to stay with him a little longer. Seeing his pitiful look, Aunt Qiao's heart softened, and she chuckled, "Alright, then you have to be good." "Yes, I will!" Ji Qing happily scooted closer to the kang (heated brick bed) to let Aunt Qiao sit on him. Aunt Qiao took off her shoes and climbed onto the kang, sitting cross-legged to one side. She then took Ji Qing's injured foot and gently massaged it. Ji Qing turned to the side, watching Aunt Qiao's head bowed, her slender hands slowly massaging his foot, and he became somewhat mesmerized. Suddenly, Jiqing whispered, "Auntie, you're so kind." Aunt Qiao looked up, her beautiful eyes glancing at Jiqing. She smiled and asked, "What's so kind about you?" "You're kind-hearted and good-looking too." Aunt Qiao chuckled, "This boy, he's got a sweet tongue." Jiqing said cheekily, "Really!" "Then you can be Auntie's servant." Jiqing shook his head. Aunt Qiao asked why. Jiqing blushed but didn't speak. The afternoon sun shone high, casting dappled light through the dense clusters of Chinese toon trees in front of the house, illuminating the kang (heated brick bed) with spots of light the size of copper coins. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, carrying a faint fragrance that filled the room, instantly filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Jiqing slowly withdrew his foot from Aunt Qiao's hands, but turned and lay down on her lap. Aunt Qiao looked down at Jiqing's face, her heart softening instantly. Jiqing closed his eyes, pressing his face tightly against Aunt Qiao's thighs, greedily inhaling her pleasant scent, his hands naturally encircling her waist. Holding Aunt Qiao like this, feeling her full, soft body, Jiqing slowly became aroused, feeling an uncomfortable swelling below. After a long while, he finally whispered, "Auntie..." "Hmm?" Aunt Qiao gently stroked Jiqing's short, dark hair, responding, but seeing that he remained silent, she couldn't help but push him away: "Say something." Jiqing buried his head further in her, pressing even closer, and after a long pause, he murmured, "...I like you." Aunt Qiao's heart skipped a beat. Jiqing's words instantly filled her with a deep tenderness, and almost instinctively, she hugged his head, stroking it even more gently. This brat, what's wrong with him today? His words make me want to cry. Ji Qing tightened his grip on Aunt Qiao's arms, and after a moment, he slipped his hand inside her clothes from behind, his fingers gently rubbing her smooth waist. Aunt Qiao, however, was still lost in her indescribable emotions and didn't notice. It wasn't until Ji Qing's hand groped up her chest and explored her breasts that she snapped out of it. "What are you doing, Qing'er!" Aunt Qiao hurriedly pulled Ji Qing's hand out of her clothes, but couldn't bear to push him away, only holding his hand tightly. Ji Qing struggled but couldn't break free, let out a soft groan, his face flushed red, and he curled up again on Aunt Qiao's crossed legs, looking aggrieved. Seeing Ji Qing's expression, Aunt Qiao felt a pang of sympathy. "You can't touch that place like that," Aunt Qiao said. "My mother allows me to touch it.""That was when you were little. You're all grown up now, and your mother still lets you touch her?" Aunt Qiao said helplessly. Seeing Ji Qing still stubbornly resisting, she added, "You're not a child anymore, how can you just touch me like that?" Ji Qing was even more unconvinced, thinking to himself: Uncle Bao can touch me, but I can't? But he didn't dare say it aloud. Aunt Qiao's mind was in turmoil. Just now, Ji Qing's hand had suddenly brushed against her chest, and she had almost instinctively panicked, but the feeling was still there, making her tremble slightly. Thinking of the day Ji Qing had massaged her, she couldn't help but feel a little breathless, her heart pounding. Looking at Ji Qing lying on her lap with his eyes closed, his eyelids still fluttering, she thought of her beloved. Between his curled-up legs, his thin pants were bulging with a large bulge. Thinking about that bulging area, Aunt Qiao couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it. She raised her hand, but didn't dare. Ji Qing's face was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, the hot breath from her nostrils baking there, spreading down her abdomen, causing a dampness to seep out. Why was there no wind? It was so hot and oppressive. Looking at Ji Qing's thin but sturdy body, Aunt Qiao let out a soft sigh: Qing'er has grown up, she's an adult now… Thinking of this, she suddenly felt relieved, as if she had found a reason, and the fire in her heart suddenly surged and spread. "…Qing'er," Aunt Qiao swung her leg. "Hmm?" Ji Qing opened her eyes. "You really want to touch Auntie?" "Yes!" Aunt Qiao sighed, took Ji Qing's hand, and slowly stuffed it into her clothes. It was hot, and without a bra, Ji Qing's hand trembled slightly as she rested it on her clothes. The sweat in her palm mixed with the scalding heat, like a branding iron, making her shudder, and her breath became heavy.

Chapter Seven:

Aunt Qiao's breasts were wonderful, soft and smooth, like steamed sponge cake in his hands. Ji Qing, excited, leaned forward, wanting to grasp them more firmly, but his clothes prevented him from doing so, so he lay back down, his eyes peering through the slit below. Aunt Qiao had unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing a full, white belly, slightly swollen and layered. Ji Qing couldn't resist leaning in, pouting his lips to kiss it, then licking it with the tip of his tongue—it tasted a little salty. Aunt Qiao picked Ji Qing up, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, holding him close, and unbuttoned the rest of her clothes with her other hand. Her two large, full breasts suddenly opened, trembling before Ji Qing's face, and she tightened her arms around him, pressing him close. Almost simultaneously, both of them let out a soft moan. "Give Auntie a suckle..." Aunt Qiao, panting, raised one of her breasts to Ji Qing's lips. Jiqing obediently opened his mouth and took Aunt Qiao's nipple into his mouth. The nipple was round and full, like a grape after being touched by frost. He pushed it with his tongue, and it trembled slightly in his mouth. With each push, Aunt Qiao's body trembled, and she began to moan. "Qing'er... Auntie is good..." Jiqing nodded shakily, not bothering to answer. "Auntie's breasts are good..." Jiqing nodded again. "Auntie will let you suck... Auntie feels good..." Aunt Qiao panted, her hand rustling down, touching that hard spot, and rubbing it through her pants. Jiqing was suddenly aroused and stiffened, but Aunt Qiao immediately pulled him even tighter into her arms. After touching it for a while, Aunt Qiao took her hand away, but before she could pull it back, Jiqing grabbed it again and put it back there. Aunt Qiao smiled, leaned down and kissed Jiqing's face, but pushed him away and gently placed him on the kang (a heated brick bed). Ji Qing, confused, thought Aunt Qiao was no longer letting him get close and struggled to get up, but Aunt Qiao pressed him down. "Don't move, be good." Ji Qing had no choice but to lie down obediently, looking at Aunt Qiao in a daze. Aunt Qiao, however, calmly took off her top, revealing her white upper body. Her full, voluptuous breasts swayed and protruded, her two deep red nipples glistening with moisture. Ji Qing was so anxious that his mouth went dry, but he was helpless. Seeing Ji Qing's burning desire, Aunt Qiao smiled and went to undo Ji Qing's belt. She opened his pants and pulled them down, and Ji Qing's penis sprang out like a loosely held straw. The head of the shaft wasn't fully exposed, but it stubbornly stood erect, making Aunt Qiao chuckle and flick it lightly with her finger. Jiqing's naked lower body was suddenly exposed to Aunt Qiao. A little shy, he blushed and tried to cover himself, but Aunt Qiao grabbed his crotch. He immediately felt a surge of heat envelop him, like a sudden, chilling wind entering his blankets, a comfortable shiver running through him. Aunt Qiao held him, gently stroking him down. The head, half-covered by the undergarment, slowly bulged out, bright red and translucent. Aunt Qiao leaned in and smelled it, smiling and frowning slightly: "Hmm...sexy." Jiqing blushed to his neck, shrinking back shyly. Aunt Qiao, however, didn't mind, gently licking it with the tip of her tongue. It was the first time Jiqing had been treated like this, and he felt waves of numbness and tingling sensations spreading through his lower body, seeping into every bone, an itchy yet indescribably pleasurable feeling. Jiqing breathed heavily, closing his eyes, lying on the kang (heated brick bed) with his body taut. The injury on his foot throbbed faintly, but compared to the waves of tingling sensations from his lower body, it was insignificant. Ji Qing was panting heavily for a moment, and even with his mouth open, he still felt the air was thin. Suddenly, Ji Qing vaguely felt another sensation below, still hot but now more moist. Opening his eyes, he saw Aunt Qiao burying her head in her mouth, taking his entire penis into her mouth. A few strands of hair fell from Aunt Qiao's forehead, hanging messily on Ji Qing's stomach, making him feel itchy. He wanted to reach out and brush them away, but the even stronger sensation made him instantly weak and limp. Aunt Qiao was sucking Ji Qing in deeply, and Ji Qing trembled, almost fainting. He felt a force pushing something from the deepest part of his body, surging upwards little by little, causing his body to spasm and almost curl up. Ji Qing could only gasp for breath, watching his penis twitch between Aunt Qiao's red lips. The force surged up more and more violently. Ji Qing tried to suppress it, but he was powerless to do so, and could only let it rise and surge. Suddenly, he cried out, "I...I peed!" A strange force reached its peak in an instant. Ji Qing felt as if his blood had rushed to his head. He cried out and felt the fire in his body suddenly find an outlet, bursting out like a dam breaking from his swollen penis. He tried to pull it out of Aunt Qiao's mouth, but it was too late. He had peed into Aunt Qiao's mouth! Ji Qing was terrified, momentarily at a loss, his face flushed red as he stood there dumbfounded, his chest heaving. Seeing that Ji Qing couldn't hold back his ejaculation, Aunt Qiao quickly opened her mouth a little wider, giving Ji Qing a more comfortable environment. Her hand was still stroking Ji Qing's penis, but now it was much gentler. Jiqing ejaculated a lot, and very forcefully, like a cannonball shooting deep into Aunt Qiao's throat. Aunt Qiao was caught off guard and almost choked, coughing a few times. Seeing Jiqing's flustered appearance, she smiled. Jiqing's fluid was thick and sticky, warm in her mouth like viscous syrup. "This little boy's stuff must be very nourishing," she thought. Jiqing, however, was still uneasy. He had urinated into Aunt Qiao's mouth; this was troublesome. He didn't know if Aunt Qiao would be angry, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem angry. She was smiling at him with her mouth closed, so his heart calmed down a little, though it was still pounding. To be honest, that peeing just now felt really good. That kind of comfort from the inside out was something Jiqing had never experienced before. He couldn't describe what it felt like, but that feeling instantly extinguished the fire that had been burning inside him for so many days, like the Grand Canal being suddenly released during the flood season. "Qing'er, is it comfortable?" Aunt Qiao slowly swallowed the thick saliva in her mouth, licked her lips with the tip of her tongue as if she hadn't had enough, and asked Ji Qing softly. Ji Qing was still a little embarrassed and gave a soft "Mmm". Seeing his shy and bashful appearance, Aunt Qiao liked him even more, and couldn't help but kiss Ji Qing's slowly shrinking penis again, then climbed over and hugged Ji Qing. Her two big, round breasts pressed against Ji Qing's chest, trembling slightly, making Ji Qing a little dizzy. He subconsciously tried to pull away, but Aunt Qiao hugged him even tighter. Aunt Qiao lovingly hugged Ji Qing and gave him a wet kiss, her sweet breath warm against his ear: "Want Auntie to feel comfortable too?" "Mmm." Aunt Qiao chuckled, then got up and knelt on the kang (heated brick bed). Suddenly remembering something, she glanced out the window, hurriedly put on her jacket, slipped on her shoes, and ran outside: "Good heavens, I didn't even lock the door!" She reached the yard, locked the door, and checked it to make sure it was secure before turning back into the house, breaking out in a cold sweat. Inside, she saw Ji Qing still lying naked on the kang. She teasingly stroked his limp yet adorable manhood. Then, grinning, she took off her jacket again, then quickly pulled it down, her pants and underwear tucked down to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the kang, and hugged Ji Qing tightly once more. This was the first time Ji Qing had been so close to a woman, her flesh pressed together against his. The soft, full flesh felt incredibly intense, and his manhood instantly stirred, becoming erect. Aunt Qiao reached down and chuckled, "You're such a young man, still got some energy?" Ji Qing nestled shyly into Aunt Qiao's arms, his hand casually reaching for her breasts, kneading them slowly. Aunt Qiao couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Let Auntie have some fun too," she said, leaning forward and straddling Ji Qing. She rubbed her wet lower body against his, then squatted down, parting her hairy legs for Ji Qing to see. Even without Aunt Qiao's prompting, Ji Qing's eyes were already fixed on that area. This was the first time Ji Qing had seen a woman's lower body so closely; his heart pounded in his chest with excitement, his eyes wide as if they would leap out of his throat. Two fair and plump thighs were spread wide apart, like a toad pressed onto a chopping board, revealing a clump of dark, messy hair in the middle. From the dense hair, two glistening, moist labia drooped down, slightly parted, revealing a pink, wrinkled opening that gaped open like a mouth, with a few white foams at the corners. Seeing Jiqing slightly rise, Aunt Qiao squatted down and moved closer to his face, asking, "Is it pretty?" "...Pretty." Aunt Qiao knelt down, placing her lower body right next to Jiqing's mouth, pressing down, and spreading it apart with her hands, saying, "Qing'er, lick it for Auntie." Jiqing remembered how his father had done it to his mother that day, and hurriedly stuck out his tongue, trembling as he reached for Aunt Qiao's warm spot, touched it, and tasted the flavor—a little fishy. "Is it tasty?" Jiqing didn't react for a moment, asking, "...What?" "Auntie's pussy, is it tasty?" "Tasty.""If it's delicious, let Qing'er eat his fill." Aunt Qiao laughed, then leaned down further, placing her wet, steaming member on Ji Qing's mouth, rubbing it up and down, making Ji Qing almost gasp for breath, hurriedly opening a crack. After Ji Qing's clumsy tongue swept around for a while, Aunt Qiao became even more abundant, the sticky substance covering Ji Qing's cheeks, becoming smooth and fluid. Aunt Qiao rubbed more and more freely, rubbing left and right on Ji Qing's face, like a brush covered in sauce, then, still not satisfied, turned around, sticking out her millstone-like buttocks, and put Ji Qing's member in her mouth, sucking and swallowing. This time, Ji Qing seemed to endure for a little longer, his erection going in and out of Aunt Qiao's mouth for a long time, the feeling still surging uncontrollably, yet it always seemed like something was missing. "Qing'er, do you want to go in?" Aunt Qiao turned her head with a charming smile and asked Ji Qing. Ji Qing was bewildered, not knowing where Aunt Qiao meant to put him. "You want to go inside me?" Aunt Qiao wiggled her buttocks, which were pressed against Ji Qing's face, and asked again. Ji Qing hummed in agreement. Aunt Qiao got up, turned around, and straddled Ji Qing again, her hand reaching down to pinch his penis. It was still a virgin's penis, standing erect among the sparse pubic hair, like a small cannon, its color tender and lovely. Aunt Qiao carefully placed it inside her body, her buttocks sinking down little by little, watching it slowly penetrate, hot and full, making Aunt Qiao groan comfortably. Her body stiffened, and she eagerly swallowed it whole, breathing heavily with a sense of relief and excitement, as if a burden had been lifted. Ji Qing watched as his penis was inserted into Aunt Qiao's body, immediately enveloped by a burning heat, his body stiffening with pleasure, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. Before he could even catch his breath, he noticed Aunt Qiao's body slowly moving, stroking him rhythmically. His own member, like a drill, began to penetrate her body. Between her labia, each time it emerged, the white fluid that seeped out coated his swollen, thick member, slowly coalescing into a trickle that flowed down, forming thin, sticky threads that shimmered like iridescent gold threads in the sunlight. "Qing'er, is it comfortable?" Aunt Qiao asked again. "...Comfortable." "Do you know what we're doing?" Ji Qing looked at Aunt Qiao with a puzzled expression, unsure how to answer. "Tell me? What are we doing?" "Flirting...with a slut?" Aunt Qiao giggled lasciviously, "Silly boy, all you know is flirting with sluts..." Waves of intense pleasure surged through her lower body, and she couldn't help but moan, panting, "Qing'er...this is fucking...understand?" Ji Qing nodded. "Say it... Qing'er, say it... fuck me." Ji Qing was panting heavily, and if it weren't for Aunt Qiao's moaning, he would have almost peed himself again. Seeing Aunt Qiao urging him repeatedly, he stammered and couldn't quite get the words out. Aunt Qiao had just been aroused and didn't want to tease Ji Qing too much, but looking at Ji Qing's shy, fearful, and somewhat excited face beneath her, a strange feeling suddenly surged up. This feeling instantly burned her to the point of almost losing her mind, and her body involuntarily began to move even more wildly. Her two full and plump breasts swayed with the rise and fall of her body, like an untied sack of flour on an animal's back. "Qing'er... is fucking Auntie... do you know?" Aunt Qiao was moving wildly, shouting loudly, "Qing'er, is fucking Auntie..." Aunt Qiao was teased by her own words and became even more lewd, her buttocks slapping up and down with each thrust, the energy rising in waves, climbing and about to reach its peak, like a startled mule braying and rushing forward, "Fuck... Qing'er, fuck Auntie... fuck Auntie's pussy..." She could feel Ji Qing trembling and ejaculating again, but she still didn't stop, shouting loudly, her body becoming even more frenzied. Finally, all her desires surged forth from her body in a frenzied, ecstatic scream. Aunt Qiao trembled, straightened her body, and then collapsed with a thud, as if all the bones in her body had been instantly removed. She lay limply and powerlessly on Ji Qing's frail body, only heavy breathing remaining. After a long while, she murmured, "Qing'er... Auntie felt so good..." Her voice was languid and even carried a hint of sobs.

Chapter Eight:

Ever since that impulsive encounter with Aunt Qiao, Ji Qing had completely transformed from a boy into a man. This was Aunt Qiao's account; on the day she left, she told him never to tell anyone, that he was a man now and should have his own affairs. Growing from a boy into a man, Ji Qing suddenly felt much taller and more imposing, walking with a ramrod-straight back. No wonder everyone wanted to be a man; it turned out that being a man could have such wonderful things—something Ji Qing hadn't imagined. Unfortunately, he couldn't boast about this, which inevitably left Ji Qing with a slight sense of regret, like carrying a stolen rabbit in his arms every day, warm but too afraid to take it out. Ji Qing visited Aunt Qiao's house even more frequently, taking every opportunity to cuddle and cuddle with her. Aunt Qiao indulged Ji Qing's desires, and when no one was around, she would grab Ji Qing's penis, or hum and rub his hand in her bosom, hug and kiss him, teasing him until he was completely bewildered. He wanted to kick everyone out and drag Aunt Qiao onto the kang (heated brick bed). Unfortunately, Da Qiao'er and Er Qiao'er weren't the kind of children who would cause trouble; they were always at home, which annoyed Ji Qing, but he was helpless. He had to put on airs when he saw them, and his speech became mature and authoritative. Er Qiao'er didn't understand anything, but Da Qiao'er found it infuriating. Every time she saw Ji Qing's pretentious manner, she couldn't help but scold him: "Why have you become like your father? You're not even that old, yet you talk like an adult. It's disgusting." Da Qiao'er was two years older than Ji Qing, and would be 17 the following year. She already resembled her mother, and in the past two years, she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, her body gradually developing into a graceful and slender figure like the ash trees along the canal. Her prominent features were round and firm, while her curves were slender and delicate. However, her personality grew increasingly arrogant; she never looked at people directly, always glancing sideways, making the boys who fawned over her feel inferior. She was alright with Jiqing, at least giving him a proper look, and occasionally exchanging a few words with him with a smile. Jiqing's mind, however, was no longer on Da Qiao'er. He'd exchange a few perfunctory words with her, then turn and fawn over Aunt Qiao, sometimes making Aunt Qiao genuinely afraid that the clever Da Qiao'er would notice something. She wanted to ask Jiqing to come less often but couldn't bring herself to say it. Yesterday marked the official start of summer vacation. Early in the morning, Suozhu and Qiangzi blocked the door, yelling at Jiqing in the yard. Jiqing rubbed his sleepy eyes, jumped up, and started cursing at them, startling the swallows nesting under the eaves into a flurry of flight. They still jokingly invited Jiqing out. Jiqing remembered that they had agreed to go bird hunting in the reed marshes. Although the sun wasn't very high yet, and the river breeze was blowing in gusts, making the endless reeds ripple like waves, the depths of the marshes were unusually hot and humid. Swarms of mosquitoes buzzed and danced around them; if they paused even slightly, several would land on their bodies, leaving them covered in itchy welts. Jiqing and his companions were completely covered up, only their shifty eyes showing, as they scurried through the reeds. By morning, they had a surprisingly good harvest. They caught several thrushes, and Jiqing even managed to catch a wild duck, a pleasant surprise. Jiqing skipped home excitedly, but no one was home. He then remembered that his mother and father had gone to the market in town, so he turned around, grabbed the wild duck, and ran to Aunt Qiao's house. "Auntie! Auntie!" Jiqing called out before even entering the courtyard. Daqiao was chopping pig feed in the yard when Jiqing darted in like an arrow, startling her. "Where's Auntie?" Jiqing asked, wiping his sweat and still panting. Daqiao gave him a blank look and said slowly, "Who's watching over it for you?" Jiqing didn't have time for her. He went into the house and was greeted by Aunt Qiao. He proudly showed her the plump wild duck. "Oh! Where did this duck come from?" Aunt Qiao asked him. Jiqing replied, "It's from the reed marshes." Hearing them talking, Daqiao came into the house to join the fun. She and Aunt Qiao chattered excitedly, praising Jiqing, who chuckled smugly. "Qiao'er, go scald the duck. I'll stew it for you for lunch." Turning to Jiqing, she said, "If you can finish cooking, call your mother and father over. We'll eat here for lunch." Jiqing nodded in agreement, but his eyes were still fixed on Aunt Qiao with a smile. Aunt Qiao nudged him quietly and told Da Qiao'er to take the wild duck to the yard to prepare it. As soon as Da Qiao'er went out, Aunt Qiao and Jiqing almost simultaneously leaned in together, their tongues darting out like snake forks as they licked each other. They hurriedly embraced and kissed, making "smacking" sounds. They separated a few times, and Jiqing pounced on her again, his hands kneading Aunt Qiao'er's breasts. After a few moments, Aunt Qiao was out of breath and pushed Jiqing away, whispering, "Don't rush, come back tonight." Jiqing asked, "Will no one be home tonight?" Aunt Qiao said, "They went to Grandma's house this afternoon and won't be back tonight." Only then did Jiqing grin with satisfaction and go out to watch Da Qiao'er prepare the wild duck. Aunt Qiao straightened her clothes and followed her out. Er Qiao'er returned home at this time, and seeing her sister sitting in the yard tending the ducks, she cheered and gathered around to watch, repeatedly expressing her admiration for Ji Qing. As more and more people gathered, Ji Qing said she was going home to see if her parents had returned yet. Aunt Qiao smiled and told them to come back early, and before leaving, she secretly tickled Ji Qing's palm, and they smiled at each other. Er Qiao'er, carefree, squatted there, rummaging through the plucked wild ducks, while Da Qiao'er, standing nearby, inadvertently raised her eyelids and saw everything. They ate lunch at Aunt Qiao's house; the dishes were delicious and the meat fragrant. Ji Qing ate until he was stuffed, then slept soundly all afternoon, but couldn't eat dinner. Thinking about his appointment with Aunt Qiao, before the sun had even set, he began pacing restlessly around the house. Big Foot was still eating when she saw Ji Qing looking lost and confused. Thinking he was thinking about going out to play, and seeing how dizzy he looked, she kicked him out. This suited Ji Qing's wishes perfectly, and he quickly slipped away to Aunt Qiao's house. Aunt Qiao had just finished eating and was busy washing and cleaning in the main room. With her back to the door, she glanced at a figure flash by, guessing it was Ji Qing, but pretending not to see him. Just as she was suppressing a laugh, she felt someone suddenly hug her from behind, a hard object pressing against her buttocks, and a hand grabbing her breast. Aunt Qiao, her hands still wet, wiggled her hips with a seductive sway, her upper body still buttocks moving, and turned around with a giggle, "It's not even dark yet, and you're already teasing your aunt?" "I've been thinking about it all day." Ji Qing arched his back, his hard member thrusting a few times, and said, "Look, I can't take it anymore." Aunt Qiao reached down and grabbed Ji Qing's warm member, giving it a squeeze, "Let Auntie see, oh, it really is." After saying that, she giggled again, and was dragged into the house by Ji Qing. "Wait a minute, wait until Auntie finishes cleaning." Aunt Qiao wiped her hands, pushed Ji Qing into the house, and then quickly put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the cupboard. After tidying everything up, she went to the yard, looked around, locked the gate, and then carried a basin of water into the main room. As dusk slowly fell, by the last glimmer of light, Aunt Qiao pulled down her pants, squatted down, and splashed water on herself. When she felt she was done, she reached down and picked up a handful of water, smelled it to make sure there was no odor, and then, satisfied, splashed the water into the yard. Ji Qing had already climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed), anxiously waiting. After a long while, Aunt Qiao finally lifted the curtain and came in, her white teeth gleaming in a smile. Ji Qing hurriedly urged her to come up quickly. Aunt Qiao, however, leaned against the doorframe, casually turning off the main light and switching on a small lamp that emitted a faint glow. She looked at Ji Qing with a sly smile, unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing a glimpse of her white breasts and a faint cleavage, and gave Ji Qing a flirtatious wink: "Qing'er, take your clothes off." Ji Qing quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing a throbbing, red erection between his thighs. Aunt Qiao then calmly went to undo her belt, but didn't take it off. She shuffled over to Ji Qing in her slippers, her pregnant belly protruding, and said, "Take it off for Auntie." Ji Qing frantically tried to pull at Aunt Qiao's waistband, but she ruffled his hair and said softly, "Don't rush, it'll be all night. Auntie will let you play to your heart's content." Ji Qing seemed not to hear her, still trying to pull it off, but the more he tried, the more chaotic it became. His waistband, loose and baggy, kept getting stuck on his rounded hips, impossible to get down. Aunt Qiao sniffed, tapped Ji Qing's forehead with her finger, and unbuttoned one of her pants. As soon as it was loosened, Ji Qing pulled it down to his ankles. Ji Qing suddenly pulled Aunt Qiao tightly into his arms, pressing his face against her slightly protruding belly. He pursed his lips and kissed her warm, steaming belly, his arms encircling her plump waist, his hands kneading her soft, round buttocks. Aunt Qiao's body involuntarily began to heat up. Ji Qing's unrestrained and aggressive desire was truly irresistible to her, making her feel like a little wolf cub who had been starving for a long time. That fire gradually rose, burning so intensely that Aunt Qiao could hardly control herself. She hurriedly cupped her swollen breasts, her trembling nipples slightly erect, swaying in front of Ji Qing's eyes, which he then bit into. His teeth swept over that sensitive spot, causing a little pain but mostly a surge of excitement, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan."Auntie's breasts are nice, aren't they?" Aunt Qiao looked down at Ji Qing with a dazed expression. He had her entire areola in his mouth, making sucking sounds. The sounds were accompanied by waves of pleasure, making Aunt Qiao almost unable to stand. She leaned on Ji Qing, one foot on the edge of the bed, guiding Ji Qing's hand down: "Touch Auntie... are they wet?" Ji Qing's nimble fingers parted Aunt Qiao's exposed labia. As soon as he probed inside, he felt a sticky, warm liquid overflow. He said, "Wet, very wet." His fingers then skillfully rubbed and kneaded there. Aunt Qiao's heart felt like it had been suddenly gripped by something, and she went limp with a cry. Ji Qing then laid Aunt Qiao on the bed. Aunt Qiao raised her thighs high, opened them, and gasped for Ji Qing: "...Come, lick...lick Auntie." Ji Qing knelt down, lowered his head, and stuck out his tongue, like a puppy licking, sweeping it around Aunt Qiao's already disheveled area. Aunt Qiao's body trembled instantly, yet she struggled to stretch and twist, her thighs spreading wider. Her opening undulated like a small, wriggling beast, and a thin stream of fluid seeped from it: "Lick... lick it clean for Auntie." The more Aunt Qiao twisted, the more Ji Qing's anger flared. He pounced on her, sucking with his mouth full of fluid, making Aunt Qiao's body tremble violently as if electrocuted. Her hands haphazardly stroked Ji Qing's head, and she kept saying, "...Qing'er licks... licks so well, Auntie is going to die... Auntie's pussy... it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over..." Suddenly, her hands stopped moving, and she grabbed Ji Qing's hair tightly. Her eyes rolled back, and her whole body stiffened. Ji Qing felt another stream of warm water flow out, white and bright, trickling down between her thighs. Ji Qing leaned closer and smelled a faint scent of grass, a fragrance that captivated him, like the aroma that filled his nostrils when lying on a freshly cut haystack, a scent that seemed to linger on Aunt Qiao's body once more. The white flesh at the base of Aunt Qiao's thighs was even smoother, adorned with messy, jet-black pubic hair, the stark contrast of black and white as a sharp hook. Ji Qing couldn't resist leaning in again to kiss her, his tongue swirling, sucking Aunt Qiao's labia into his mouth, spitting them out, biting them, then sucking again... Aunt Qiao, already exhausted, lay languidly on the kang, seemingly dead, yet her hazy eyes watched Ji Qing suckle at the base of her thighs again. Suddenly, she felt how much this child loved her, and her heart clenched. She couldn't help but feel her eyes redden and said, "Qing'er, you treat your aunt so well, your aunt will love you too." Jiqing sat up and looked at her with a smile, his mouth and face wet with sweat. Aunt Qiao asked, "What does it taste like?" Jiqing said, "Try it." He climbed on top of her, their mouths touching, and he straightened his body, his hard penis pressing against Aunt Qiao's crotch. Aunt Qiao noticed that Ji Qing's mouth and nose were wet with her fluids. She licked them and smelled them. "Smelly?" she asked. Ji Qing replied, "Not smelly at all, it even smells a little sweet." Aunt Qiao kissed Ji Qing affectionately and chatted for a while. Then, feeling itchy down there, she whispered in Ji Qing's ear, "...Fuck Auntie." Ji Qing didn't hear her clearly and kept pecking at Aunt Qiao's face. Aunt Qiao then opened her legs, placed them behind Ji Qing, and rubbed her wet lower body against Ji Qing's penis, moaning, "Qing'er, fuck... Auntie's pussy is itchy." Ji Qing stared blankly at the writhing Aunt Qiao. "Auntie, you haven't let me kiss you yet." "I'll kiss you later, but first, do something for Auntie..." "Yes," Ji Qing agreed, leaning forward and reaching down to insert his penis into Aunt Qiao's vagina. With a slump, it slid in smoothly. Aunt Qiao jolted, her body jerking upwards as if by reflex, meeting the hot, thick rod. She let out a satisfied moan, her arms and legs wrapping around Ji Qing like ivy tendrils: "So good… harder… fuck me." Ji Qing, like a soldier on command, immediately began thrusting in and out, his body slamming violently against Aunt Qiao's plump, white, and tender body. The sounds of their thrusts were like drumbeats, crisp and loud. "Harder… fuck me harder…" Aunt Qiao cried incoherently, her arms tightly gripping Ji Qing's neck, twisting and struggling on the bed. Each forceful thrust from Ji Qing would cause Aunt Qiao to scream in fright, then she would mutter incoherently to herself, expecting no response. "Auntie...does it feel good...fuck me harder...am I horny?...Qing'er is so good...make Auntie horny, fuck Auntie's horny cunt...it's dripping wet...big cock, harder...harder...ahh...I can't take it anymore...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Aunt Qiao suddenly flipped Ji Qing over, then climbed up and straddled him. His glistening, erect penis was grabbed by Aunt Qiao and swallowed back into her body, like a gaping maw sucking and swallowing. Streams of white fluid gushed out and flowed in circles. The two of them had their pubic hair tangled and wet, sometimes sticking together, sometimes pulling apart like strands of lotus root. Aunt Qiao cried out as she rose and fell, her two snow-white, plump breasts bobbing and swaying unrestrainedly. Ji Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the two dark brown nipples on her breasts, and as they bounced and flickered, he felt a little dizzy. "Qing'er...does it feel good?" Aunt Qiao called out to Ji Qing in a daze, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her hands supporting Ji Qing's upper body, rubbing against his bony ribs. Ji Qing nodded, thrusting and thrashing about, hoping he could lift Aunt Qiao up, but each time she sat down on him again with her heavy, wet buttocks. "Auntie...is fucking...Qing'er, do you like it? Let Auntie fuck...fuck...Qing'er's...cock." Ji Qing nodded again, panting as he hummed, "Is Auntie feeling well..." Aunt Qiao thrashed wildly, her juices flowing even more, soaking Ji Qing in a sticky mess. She then leaned down and pressed herself against Ji Qing, her head close to his ear, moaning loudly, "Qing'er...tell me, tell Auntie." "Tell me what?" Ji Qing asked. "Like Auntie... say it, curse Auntie... curse Auntie as a slut..." Jiqing murmured, opening his mouth and imitating Aunt Qiao's words. "Yes..." Aunt Qiao encouraged, her lower body twisting more freely: "Just like that... curse." Jiqing became more fluent, racking his brains to think of the words the old women in the village used when they cursed and fought. Each time he thought of a word, he whispered it in Aunt Qiao's ear. Aunt Qiao trembled as she tightly embraced Ji Qing, her voice growing increasingly seductive. Her full buttocks propelled her body into more and more intense movements: "Yes... just like that, Auntie is... just a... slut... slut... begging to be fucked, to be fucked by... Qing'er... every day, to fuck... Auntie raw... yes... slut, slut, slut, slut, ahhh... ahhh." Aunt Qiao screamed, her body suddenly tensing and contracting, trembling in spasms, until finally collapsing limply onto Ji Qing as if falling apart. Ji Qing was also jolted awake by a sudden wave of heat, feeling Aunt Qiao's fleshy hole grip him, then release him, then grip him again, and he couldn't help but tremble as he ejaculated. The smell of sweat mixed with the pungent odor of bodily fluids filled the stuffy room. The two exhausted bodies remained entangled and embracing, their bodies soaked with semen, panting heavily. The wide-open windows let in no breeze. After a long while, the two finally caught their breath, but felt even hotter. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, clung together, feeling damp and uncomfortable. Aunt Qiao lazily sat up and saw Ji Qing still lying there with his eyes closed and limbs sprawled out. Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a stick, and she couldn't help but kiss him again. Ji Qing opened his eyes and grinned at Aunt Qiao. "Get up?" Aunt Qiao asked. "It's getting late, your mother will be calling." Ji Qing weakly got up and reached for his clothes at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Qiao also got dressed, and seeing that Ji Qing was dressed, she helped him stretch and tug at his clothes before seeing him out. The main room was pitch black, but the door was wide open. Aunt Qiao remembered that she had closed the door when she came in, but she didn't know why it was open again. Aunt Qiao groped for the light cord by the door, and suddenly bumped into something, almost tripping over it. "Ah!" Aunt Qiao exclaimed, turning on the light. She looked closely and was nearly scared out of her wits. The object was none other than Big Qiao, who had been curled up by the door!The more Aunt Qiao writhed, the more Ji Qing's lust flared. He pounced on her, sucking and licking relentlessly, causing Aunt Qiao's body to tremble violently as if electrocuted. Her hands haphazardly caressed Ji Qing's head as she murmured, "...Qing'er licks so well...licks so comfortably, Auntie's going to die...Auntie's...It's over, it's over, it's over, ahhh..." Suddenly, her hands stopped moving, and she grabbed Ji Qing's hair tightly, her eyes rolling back, her body stiffening. Ji Qing felt another stream of warm, white fluid flowing out, glistening as it trickled down between her thighs. Ji Qing leaned closer and smelled a faint scent of grass, a fragrance that captivated him, like the scent that filled his nostrils when lying on a freshly cut haystack. It seemed to linger on Aunt Qiao's body once more. The white flesh at the base of Aunt Qiao's thighs was even smoother, adorned with messy, jet-black pubic hair, the stark contrast of black and white like a hook. Jiqing couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her again, his tongue swirling as he sucked on Aunt Qiao's fleshy lips, spitting them out and biting them repeatedly before sucking again... Aunt Qiao was already exhausted, lying lazily on the kang like a dead woman, her eyes glazed as she watched Jiqing suckle at the base of her thighs. Suddenly, she felt how much this child loved her, and her heart clenched. Her eyes reddened, and she said, "Qing'er, you're so good to Auntie, Auntie will love you too." Jiqing sat up, smiling at her, his mouth and face wet with kisses. Aunt Qiao asked, "What does it taste like?" Jiqing said, "Try it." He climbed on top of her, their lips touching, and he straightened his body, his hard penis pressing against Aunt Qiao's crotch. Aunt Qiao noticed that Ji Qing's mouth and nose were wet with her fluids. She licked them and smelled them. "Smelly?" she asked. Ji Qing replied, "Not smelly at all, it even smells a little sweet." Aunt Qiao kissed Ji Qing affectionately and chatted for a while. Then, feeling itchy down there, she whispered in Ji Qing's ear, "...Fuck Auntie." Ji Qing didn't hear her clearly and kept pecking at Aunt Qiao's face. Aunt Qiao then opened her legs, placed them behind Ji Qing, and rubbed her wet lower body against Ji Qing's penis, moaning, "Qing'er, fuck... Auntie's pussy is itchy." Ji Qing stared blankly at the writhing Aunt Qiao. "Auntie, you haven't let me kiss you yet." "I'll kiss you later, but first, do something for Auntie..." "Yes," Ji Qing agreed, leaning forward and reaching down to insert his penis into Aunt Qiao's vagina. With a slump, it slid in smoothly. Aunt Qiao jolted, her body jerking upwards as if by reflex, meeting the hot, thick rod. She let out a satisfied moan, her arms and legs wrapping around Ji Qing like ivy tendrils: "So good… harder… fuck me." Ji Qing, like a soldier on command, immediately began thrusting in and out, his body slamming violently against Aunt Qiao's plump, white, and tender body. The sounds of their thrusts were like drumbeats, crisp and loud. "Harder… fuck me harder…" Aunt Qiao cried incoherently, her arms tightly gripping Ji Qing's neck, twisting and struggling on the bed. Each forceful thrust from Ji Qing would cause Aunt Qiao to scream in fright, then she would mutter incoherently to herself, expecting no response. "Auntie...does it feel good...fuck me harder...am I horny?...Qing'er is so good...make Auntie horny, fuck Auntie's horny cunt...it's dripping wet...big cock, harder...harder...ahh...I can't take it anymore...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Aunt Qiao suddenly flipped Ji Qing over, then climbed up and straddled him. His glistening, erect penis was grabbed by Aunt Qiao and swallowed back into her body, like a gaping maw sucking and swallowing. Streams of white fluid gushed out and flowed in circles. The two of them had their pubic hair tangled and wet, sometimes sticking together, sometimes pulling apart like strands of lotus root. Aunt Qiao cried out as she rose and fell, her two snow-white, plump breasts bobbing and swaying unrestrainedly. Ji Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the two dark brown nipples on her breasts, and as they bounced and flickered, he felt a little dizzy. "Qing'er...does it feel good?" Aunt Qiao called out to Ji Qing in a daze, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her hands supporting Ji Qing's upper body, rubbing against his bony ribs. Ji Qing nodded, thrusting and thrashing about, hoping he could lift Aunt Qiao up, but each time she sat down on him again with her heavy, wet buttocks. "Auntie...is fucking...Qing'er, do you like it? Let Auntie fuck...fuck...Qing'er's...cock." Ji Qing nodded again, panting as he hummed, "Is Auntie feeling well..." Aunt Qiao thrashed wildly, her juices flowing even more, soaking Ji Qing in a sticky mess. She then leaned down and pressed herself against Ji Qing, her head close to his ear, moaning loudly, "Qing'er...tell me, tell Auntie." "Tell me what?" Ji Qing asked. "Like Auntie... say it, curse Auntie... curse Auntie as a slut..." Jiqing murmured, opening his mouth and imitating Aunt Qiao's words. "Yes..." Aunt Qiao encouraged, her lower body twisting more freely: "Just like that... curse." Jiqing became more fluent, racking his brains to think of the words the old women in the village used when they cursed and fought. Each time he thought of a word, he whispered it in Aunt Qiao's ear. Aunt Qiao trembled as she tightly embraced Ji Qing, her voice growing increasingly seductive. Her full buttocks propelled her body into more and more intense movements: "Yes... just like that, Auntie is... just a... slut... slut... begging to be fucked, to be fucked by... Qing'er... every day, to fuck... Auntie raw... yes... slut, slut, slut, slut, ahhh... ahhh." Aunt Qiao screamed, her body suddenly tensing and contracting, trembling in spasms, until finally collapsing limply onto Ji Qing as if falling apart. Ji Qing was also jolted awake by a sudden wave of heat, feeling Aunt Qiao's fleshy hole grip him, then release him, then grip him again, and he couldn't help but tremble as he ejaculated. The smell of sweat mixed with the pungent odor of bodily fluids filled the stuffy room. The two exhausted bodies remained entangled and embracing, their bodies soaked with semen, panting heavily. The wide-open windows let in no breeze. After a long while, the two finally caught their breath, but felt even hotter. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, clung together, feeling damp and uncomfortable. Aunt Qiao lazily sat up and saw Ji Qing still lying there with his eyes closed and limbs sprawled out. Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a stick, and she couldn't help but kiss him again. Ji Qing opened his eyes and grinned at Aunt Qiao. "Get up?" Aunt Qiao asked. "It's getting late, your mother will be calling." Ji Qing weakly got up and reached for his clothes at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Qiao also got dressed, and seeing that Ji Qing was dressed, she helped him stretch and tug at his clothes before seeing him out. The main room was pitch black, but the door was wide open. Aunt Qiao remembered that she had closed the door when she came in, but she didn't know why it was open again. Aunt Qiao groped for the light cord by the door, and suddenly bumped into something, almost tripping over it. "Ah!" Aunt Qiao exclaimed, turning on the light. She looked closely and was nearly scared out of her wits. The object was none other than Big Qiao, who had been curled up by the door!The more Aunt Qiao writhed, the more Ji Qing's lust flared. He pounced on her, sucking and licking relentlessly, causing Aunt Qiao's body to tremble violently as if electrocuted. Her hands haphazardly caressed Ji Qing's head as she murmured, "...Qing'er licks so well...licks so comfortably, Auntie's going to die...Auntie's...It's over, it's over, it's over, ahhh..." Suddenly, her hands stopped moving, and she grabbed Ji Qing's hair tightly, her eyes rolling back, her body stiffening. Ji Qing felt another stream of warm, white fluid flowing out, glistening as it trickled down between her thighs. Ji Qing leaned closer and smelled a faint scent of grass, a fragrance that captivated him, like the scent that filled his nostrils when lying on a freshly cut haystack. It seemed to linger on Aunt Qiao's body once more. The white flesh at the base of Aunt Qiao's thighs was even smoother, adorned with messy, jet-black pubic hair, the stark contrast of black and white like a hook. Jiqing couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her again, his tongue swirling as he sucked on Aunt Qiao's fleshy lips, spitting them out and biting them repeatedly before sucking again... Aunt Qiao was already exhausted, lying lazily on the kang like a dead woman, her eyes glazed as she watched Jiqing suckle at the base of her thighs. Suddenly, she felt how much this child loved her, and her heart clenched. Her eyes reddened, and she said, "Qing'er, you're so good to Auntie, Auntie will love you too." Jiqing sat up, smiling at her, his mouth and face wet with kisses. Aunt Qiao asked, "What does it taste like?" Jiqing said, "Try it." He climbed on top of her, their lips touching, and he straightened his body, his hard penis pressing against Aunt Qiao's crotch. Aunt Qiao noticed that Ji Qing's mouth and nose were wet with her fluids. She licked them and smelled them. "Smelly?" she asked. Ji Qing replied, "Not smelly at all, it even smells a little sweet." Aunt Qiao kissed Ji Qing affectionately and chatted for a while. Then, feeling itchy down there, she whispered in Ji Qing's ear, "...Fuck Auntie." Ji Qing didn't hear her clearly and kept pecking at Aunt Qiao's face. Aunt Qiao then opened her legs, placed them behind Ji Qing, and rubbed her wet lower body against Ji Qing's penis, moaning, "Qing'er, fuck... Auntie's pussy is itchy." Ji Qing stared blankly at the writhing Aunt Qiao. "Auntie, you haven't let me kiss you yet." "I'll kiss you later, but first, do something for Auntie..." "Yes," Ji Qing agreed, leaning forward and reaching down to insert his penis into Aunt Qiao's vagina. With a slump, it slid in smoothly. Aunt Qiao jolted, her body jerking upwards as if by reflex, meeting the hot, thick rod. She let out a satisfied moan, her arms and legs wrapping around Ji Qing like ivy tendrils: "So good… harder… fuck me." Ji Qing, like a soldier on command, immediately began thrusting in and out, his body slamming violently against Aunt Qiao's plump, white, and tender body. The sounds of their thrusts were like drumbeats, crisp and loud. "Harder… fuck me harder…" Aunt Qiao cried incoherently, her arms tightly gripping Ji Qing's neck, twisting and struggling on the bed. Each forceful thrust from Ji Qing would cause Aunt Qiao to scream in fright, then she would mutter incoherently to herself, expecting no response. "Auntie...does it feel good...fuck me harder...am I horny?...Qing'er is so good...make Auntie horny, fuck Auntie's horny cunt...it's dripping wet...big cock, harder...harder...ahh...I can't take it anymore...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Aunt Qiao suddenly flipped Ji Qing over, then climbed up and straddled him. His glistening, erect penis was grabbed by Aunt Qiao and swallowed back into her body, like a gaping maw sucking and swallowing. Streams of white fluid gushed out and flowed in circles. The two of them had their pubic hair tangled and wet, sometimes sticking together, sometimes pulling apart like strands of lotus root. Aunt Qiao cried out as she rose and fell, her two snow-white, plump breasts bobbing and swaying unrestrainedly. Ji Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the two dark brown nipples on her breasts, and as they bounced and flickered, he felt a little dizzy. "Qing'er...does it feel good?" Aunt Qiao called out to Ji Qing in a daze, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her hands supporting Ji Qing's upper body, rubbing against his bony ribs. Ji Qing nodded, thrusting and thrashing about, hoping he could lift Aunt Qiao up, but each time she sat down on him again with her heavy, wet buttocks. "Auntie...is fucking...Qing'er, do you like it? Let Auntie fuck...fuck...Qing'er's...cock." Ji Qing nodded again, panting as he hummed, "Is Auntie feeling well..." Aunt Qiao thrashed wildly, her juices flowing even more, soaking Ji Qing in a sticky mess. She then leaned down and pressed herself against Ji Qing, her head close to his ear, moaning loudly, "Qing'er...tell me, tell Auntie." "Tell me what?" Ji Qing asked. "Like Auntie... say it, curse Auntie... curse Auntie as a slut..." Jiqing murmured, opening his mouth and imitating Aunt Qiao's words. "Yes..." Aunt Qiao encouraged, her lower body twisting more freely: "Just like that... curse." Jiqing became more fluent, racking his brains to think of the words the old women in the village used when they cursed and fought. Each time he thought of a word, he whispered it in Aunt Qiao's ear. Aunt Qiao trembled as she tightly embraced Ji Qing, her voice growing increasingly seductive. Her full buttocks propelled her body into more and more intense movements: "Yes... just like that, Auntie is... just a... slut... slut... begging to be fucked, to be fucked by... Qing'er... every day, to fuck... Auntie raw... yes... slut, slut, slut, slut, ahhh... ahhh." Aunt Qiao screamed, her body suddenly tensing and contracting, trembling in spasms, until finally collapsing limply onto Ji Qing as if falling apart. Ji Qing was also jolted awake by a sudden wave of heat, feeling Aunt Qiao's fleshy hole grip him, then release him, then grip him again, and he couldn't help but tremble as he ejaculated. The smell of sweat mixed with the pungent odor of bodily fluids filled the stuffy room. The two exhausted bodies remained entangled and embracing, their bodies soaked with semen, panting heavily. The wide-open windows let in no breeze. After a long while, the two finally caught their breath, but felt even hotter. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, clung together, feeling damp and uncomfortable. Aunt Qiao lazily sat up and saw Ji Qing still lying there with his eyes closed and limbs sprawled out. Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a stick, and she couldn't help but kiss him again. Ji Qing opened his eyes and grinned at Aunt Qiao. "Get up?" Aunt Qiao asked. "It's getting late, your mother will be calling." Ji Qing weakly got up and reached for his clothes at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Qiao also got dressed, and seeing that Ji Qing was dressed, she helped him stretch and tug at his clothes before seeing him out. The main room was pitch black, but the door was wide open. Aunt Qiao remembered that she had closed the door when she came in, but she didn't know why it was open again. Aunt Qiao groped for the light cord by the door, and suddenly bumped into something, almost tripping over it. "Ah!" Aunt Qiao exclaimed, turning on the light. She looked closely and was nearly scared out of her wits. The object was none other than Big Qiao, who had been curled up by the door!Aunt Qiao jolted, her body jerking upwards as if by reflex, meeting the hot, thick rod. She let out a satisfied moan, her arms and legs wrapping around Ji Qing like ivy tendrils: "So good… harder… fuck me." Ji Qing, like a soldier on command, immediately began thrusting in and out, his body slamming violently against Aunt Qiao's plump, white, and tender body. The sounds of their thrusts were like drumbeats, crisp and loud. "Harder… fuck me harder…" Aunt Qiao cried incoherently, her arms tightly gripping Ji Qing's neck, twisting and struggling on the bed. Each forceful thrust from Ji Qing would cause Aunt Qiao to scream in fright, then she would mutter incoherently to herself, expecting no response. "Auntie...does it feel good...fuck me harder...am I horny?...Qing'er is so good...make Auntie horny, fuck Auntie's horny cunt...it's dripping wet...big cock, harder...harder...ahh...I can't take it anymore...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Aunt Qiao suddenly flipped Ji Qing over, then climbed up and straddled him. His glistening, erect penis was grabbed by Aunt Qiao and swallowed back into her body, like a gaping maw sucking and swallowing. Streams of white fluid gushed out and flowed in circles. The two of them had their pubic hair tangled and wet, sometimes sticking together, sometimes pulling apart like strands of lotus root. Aunt Qiao cried out as she rose and fell, her two snow-white, plump breasts bobbing and swaying unrestrainedly. Ji Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the two dark brown nipples on her breasts, and as they bounced and flickered, he felt a little dizzy. "Qing'er...does it feel good?" Aunt Qiao called out to Ji Qing in a daze, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her hands supporting Ji Qing's upper body, rubbing against his bony ribs. Ji Qing nodded, thrusting and thrashing about, hoping he could lift Aunt Qiao up, but each time she sat down on him again with her heavy, wet buttocks. "Auntie...is fucking...Qing'er, do you like it? Let Auntie fuck...fuck...Qing'er's...cock." Ji Qing nodded again, panting as he hummed, "Is Auntie feeling well..." Aunt Qiao thrashed wildly, her juices flowing even more, soaking Ji Qing in a sticky mess. She then leaned down and pressed herself against Ji Qing, her head close to his ear, moaning loudly, "Qing'er...tell me, tell Auntie." "Tell me what?" Ji Qing asked. "Like Auntie... say it, curse Auntie... curse Auntie as a slut..." Jiqing murmured, opening his mouth and imitating Aunt Qiao's words. "Yes..." Aunt Qiao encouraged, her lower body twisting more freely: "Just like that... curse." Jiqing became more fluent, racking his brains to think of the words the old women in the village used when they cursed and fought. Each time he thought of a word, he whispered it in Aunt Qiao's ear. Aunt Qiao trembled as she tightly embraced Ji Qing, her voice growing increasingly seductive. Her full buttocks propelled her body into more and more intense movements: "Yes... just like that, Auntie is... just a... slut... slut... begging to be fucked, to be fucked by... Qing'er... every day, to fuck... Auntie raw... yes... slut, slut, slut, slut, ahhh... ahhh." Aunt Qiao screamed, her body suddenly tensing and contracting, trembling in spasms, until finally collapsing limply onto Ji Qing as if falling apart. Ji Qing was also jolted awake by a sudden wave of heat, feeling Aunt Qiao's fleshy hole grip him, then release him, then grip him again, and he couldn't help but tremble as he ejaculated. The smell of sweat mixed with the pungent odor of bodily fluids filled the stuffy room. The two exhausted bodies remained entangled and embracing, their bodies soaked with semen, panting heavily. The wide-open windows let in no breeze. After a long while, the two finally caught their breath, but felt even hotter. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, clung together, feeling damp and uncomfortable. Aunt Qiao lazily sat up and saw Ji Qing still lying there with his eyes closed and limbs sprawled out. Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a stick, and she couldn't help but kiss him again. Ji Qing opened his eyes and grinned at Aunt Qiao. "Get up?" Aunt Qiao asked. "It's getting late, your mother will be calling." Ji Qing weakly got up and reached for his clothes at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Qiao also got dressed, and seeing that Ji Qing was dressed, she helped him stretch and tug at his clothes before seeing him out. The main room was pitch black, but the door was wide open. Aunt Qiao remembered that she had closed the door when she came in, but she didn't know why it was open again. Aunt Qiao groped for the light cord by the door, and suddenly bumped into something, almost tripping over it. "Ah!" Aunt Qiao exclaimed, turning on the light. She looked closely and was nearly scared out of her wits. The object was none other than Big Qiao, who had been curled up by the door!Aunt Qiao jolted, her body jerking upwards as if by reflex, meeting the hot, thick rod. She let out a satisfied moan, her arms and legs wrapping around Ji Qing like ivy tendrils: "So good… harder… fuck me." Ji Qing, like a soldier on command, immediately began thrusting in and out, his body slamming violently against Aunt Qiao's plump, white, and tender body. The sounds of their thrusts were like drumbeats, crisp and loud. "Harder… fuck me harder…" Aunt Qiao cried incoherently, her arms tightly gripping Ji Qing's neck, twisting and struggling on the bed. Each forceful thrust from Ji Qing would cause Aunt Qiao to scream in fright, then she would mutter incoherently to herself, expecting no response. "Auntie...does it feel good...fuck me harder...am I horny?...Qing'er is so good...make Auntie horny, fuck Auntie's horny cunt...it's dripping wet...big cock, harder...harder...ahh...I can't take it anymore...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Aunt Qiao suddenly flipped Ji Qing over, then climbed up and straddled him. His glistening, erect penis was grabbed by Aunt Qiao and swallowed back into her body, like a gaping maw sucking and swallowing. Streams of white fluid gushed out and flowed in circles. The two of them had their pubic hair tangled and wet, sometimes sticking together, sometimes pulling apart like strands of lotus root. Aunt Qiao cried out as she rose and fell, her two snow-white, plump breasts bobbing and swaying unrestrainedly. Ji Qing's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the two dark brown nipples on her breasts, and as they bounced and flickered, he felt a little dizzy. "Qing'er...does it feel good?" Aunt Qiao called out to Ji Qing in a daze, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her hands supporting Ji Qing's upper body, rubbing against his bony ribs. Ji Qing nodded, thrusting and thrashing about, hoping he could lift Aunt Qiao up, but each time she sat down on him again with her heavy, wet buttocks. "Auntie...is fucking...Qing'er, do you like it? Let Auntie fuck...fuck...Qing'er's...cock." Ji Qing nodded again, panting as he hummed, "Is Auntie feeling well..." Aunt Qiao thrashed wildly, her juices flowing even more, soaking Ji Qing in a sticky mess. She then leaned down and pressed herself against Ji Qing, her head close to his ear, moaning loudly, "Qing'er...tell me, tell Auntie." "Tell me what?" Ji Qing asked. "Like Auntie... say it, curse Auntie... curse Auntie as a slut..." Jiqing murmured, opening his mouth and imitating Aunt Qiao's words. "Yes..." Aunt Qiao encouraged, her lower body twisting more freely: "Just like that... curse." Jiqing became more fluent, racking his brains to think of the words the old women in the village used when they cursed and fought. Each time he thought of a word, he whispered it in Aunt Qiao's ear. Aunt Qiao trembled as she tightly embraced Ji Qing, her voice growing increasingly seductive. Her full buttocks propelled her body into more and more intense movements: "Yes... just like that, Auntie is... just a... slut... slut... begging to be fucked, to be fucked by... Qing'er... every day, to fuck... Auntie raw... yes... slut, slut, slut, slut, ahhh... ahhh." Aunt Qiao screamed, her body suddenly tensing and contracting, trembling in spasms, until finally collapsing limply onto Ji Qing as if falling apart. Ji Qing was also jolted awake by a sudden wave of heat, feeling Aunt Qiao's fleshy hole grip him, then release him, then grip him again, and he couldn't help but tremble as he ejaculated. The smell of sweat mixed with the pungent odor of bodily fluids filled the stuffy room. The two exhausted bodies remained entangled and embracing, their bodies soaked with semen, panting heavily. The wide-open windows let in no breeze. After a long while, the two finally caught their breath, but felt even hotter. Their bodies, soaked with sweat, clung together, feeling damp and uncomfortable. Aunt Qiao lazily sat up and saw Ji Qing still lying there with his eyes closed and limbs sprawled out. Her heart suddenly felt like it had been pricked by a stick, and she couldn't help but kiss him again. Ji Qing opened his eyes and grinned at Aunt Qiao. "Get up?" Aunt Qiao asked. "It's getting late, your mother will be calling." Ji Qing weakly got up and reached for his clothes at the end of the kang (heated brick bed). Aunt Qiao also got dressed, and seeing that Ji Qing was dressed, she helped him stretch and tug at his clothes before seeing him out. The main room was pitch black, but the door was wide open. Aunt Qiao remembered that she had closed the door when she came in, but she didn't know why it was open again. Aunt Qiao groped for the light cord by the door, and suddenly bumped into something, almost tripping over it. "Ah!" Aunt Qiao exclaimed, turning on the light. She looked closely and was nearly scared out of her wits. The object was none other than Big Qiao, who had been curled up by the door!

Chapter Nine:

Da Qiao'er was a shrewd girl, alluring in appearance, but also incredibly cunning. Her father died early, leaving her mother to raise her and her sister alone, always busy with household chores. Da Qiao'er, being a few years older, had been helping her mother since childhood, taking care of her younger sister and managing the household. With the neighbors' help, Aunt Qiao often bossed Da Qiao around, making her quite calculating at such a young age. Actually, Da Qiao'er had long felt that her mother and Ji Qing were becoming increasingly strange. Her mother had always been kind to Ji Qing, which wasn't unusual—farming families always favored boys—and Ji Qing was also close to her mother, but not in this strangely intimate way. At first, Da Qiao'er ignored it, only noticing that Ji Qing was coming to the courtyard more and more often, and whenever he did, he would cuddle with her mother, who didn't seem bothered. But gradually, Da Qiao'er noticed something amiss. Why were the two of them always secretly tugging at each other? Either Ji Qing would nudge his mother, or his mother would subtly caress Ji Qing. They thought they were hiding something, but Da Qiao'er caught them several times. Their expressions were different; their eyes seemed to be spitting fire. Could they be doing something behind our backs? Da Qiao'er couldn't help but wonder. The following year, Da Qiao'er would be 17, a grown woman no matter where she was. Although children in the countryside matured late and weren't very clear about matters between men and women, Da Qiao'er had at least been to high school. Even if she hadn't experienced it herself, she had seen it all. She had her first period that year, and had been forced to learn about health and hygiene in books, so she already understood the ins and outs. Anyway, now, Da Qiao'er couldn't help but think of her mother and Ji Qing as a couple deeply in love. Like they were, Da Qiao'er never really considered it, nor dared to. The two are from different generations, how could that be? But they must be hiding something. What could it be? This puzzled Da Qiao'er greatly. Today, seeing her mother and Ji Qing whispering behind her back again, Da Qiao'er became suspicious. After lunch, seeing her mother urging them on, she was even more convinced that something was amiss. She rode her bicycle with her younger sister all the way to her maternal grandmother's house, her heart churning like a boiling pot. After having lunch at her grandmother's, she couldn't sit still any longer and found an excuse to sneak back home. Seven or eight miles, Da Qiao'er rode back like lightning. When she entered the village, it was just getting dark. It was hot and dark, and everyone had already eaten, but few houses had their lights on. People weren't inside; some were gathered in the threshing ground chatting idly, while others were in their yards, burning a pile of damp cattails to repel mosquitoes. Arriving at her own door, she saw it was tightly shut but unlocked, knowing her mother must be home. She pushed it, but it was firmly shut from the inside. Turning her head, Da Qiao climbed over the courtyard wall and tiptoed into the yard. Looking around, she saw only the dim light on in the west wing where her mother slept. What was her mother doing in that sweltering heat? Da Qiao tiptoed closer and gently pushed open the two doors to the main room. The main room was pitch black and completely silent. Suddenly, she felt like a thief, sweating nervously, her heart pounding. The west wing door wasn't closed, a crack revealing a faint, scattered glimmer of light through the low-hanging curtain, like a glittering tear in the thin cotton fabric. Before she even got close, she could hear bursts of boisterous laughter coming from inside. Daqiao's heart clenched as if scratched by a cat. It was her mother's voice: "Have you been thinking about it these past few days?" "Yes." The voice was very soft, but Daqiao recognized it immediately as Jiqing. She quickly peeked through the crack in the door, and what she saw startled her! Her mother was lying naked on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding Jiqing in her arms. Her white flesh was exposed, and her two plump breasts were pressed against Jiqing's body, but her mother's hands were holding them and rubbing them against Jiqing's chest. Jiqing tried to grab them with his mouth, but his mother just shook and teased him, giggling. Jiqing was also naked, thin, but the thing between his legs was red and erect, shamelessly standing there, shocking to behold. His mother's hands would occasionally sweep over it, grasping the ugly thing and stroking it up and down. Da Qiao'er's blood rushed to her head, and her body swelled instantly, threatening to burst her skin. She quickly braced herself against the doorframe, struggling to stay upright. Her mother whispered something in Ji Qing's ear, then lay flat again, her legs suddenly raised and spread wide, hooking against her body, revealing a patch of dark, shiny hair. The slit between the hairs twitched and writhed, like a bearded mouth chewing on something. Ji Qing also got up and climbed onto his mother's body. His mother grasped his swollen member and pulled it into her body. As she entered, his mother cried out loudly, a sharp, high-pitched cry that was hard to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure, but it made Da Qiao'er's heart pound. Hearing her mother's cries and watching Jiqing thrusting inside her, Da Qiao'er felt a momentary dizziness and panic, becoming somewhat weak and powerless. A feeling of something pent up and painfully welled up inside her. She wanted to leave, but couldn't move. Her eyes were still fixed on the scene, but her body slid down the doorframe. The two inside changed positions again. Her mother flipped onto top, sitting on Jiqing, moving up and down rhythmically, her hands kneading her breasts, her mouth babbling incoherently. The words made Da Qiao'er blush and her heart race. She couldn't believe those words came from her mother's mouth, and so smoothly. Didn't she feel ashamed? Were those words even human? Da Qiao'er watched, gritting her teeth in anger, but involuntarily clamping her legs together. Her eyes remained wide open, staring at her mother's fluttering figure. Seeing her mother's flushed face, her disheveled hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her temples, she swallowed hard. But then she heard a series of "slapping" sounds. When she realized where the sounds were coming from, she felt a wave of dizziness. She hadn't expected her usually frail mother to have such strength. Just as she was pondering this, she saw her mother scream, her head shaking violently. Her hands convulsively gripped Jiqing beneath her, her upper body stiffening for a moment before she collapsed, trembling as she lay on top of Jiqing's thin body, covering him completely. Da Qiao'er felt as if she were drunk, her body going limp and weak, leaning against the corner of the wall, panting heavily. Her crotch was wet, her underwear soaked through, sticky, hot, and uncomfortable, but she was too weak to clean herself up, just curled up there in a daze. Not knowing when her mother had come out, Da Qiao was startled awake when her mother stepped on her foot. Before her mother could speak, she tried to run away, but her mother grabbed her arm. Aunt Qiao was so shocked that she was at a loss for words. Seeing Da Qiao trying to run away, she instinctively grabbed her, but didn't know what to say. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, but couldn't utter a word. Da Qiao was still struggling desperately. After shaking off her mother's hand a few times, she stopped running away and turned around, fleeing into the east wing of her room. Ji Qing also came out. He saw two figures fighting in the darkness and was stunned, not knowing what was going on. When Aunt Qiao came to her senses and told him it was Da Qiao, he panicked and asked, "Did you see that?" "...You saw that, didn't you?" Aunt Qiao said in a trembling voice. Ji Qing almost burst into tears, his heart pounding in his throat: "What do we do? What if they tell my mother?" Aunt Qiao rubbed her chest, trying to calm herself. Remembering that Da Qiao hadn't run away, she felt slightly relieved, but still anxious. If Da Jiao found out, the world would collapse, and she'd have no face to live with. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her panicked eyes met Ji Qing's equally bewildered expression, and suddenly an idea struck her. She pulled Ji Qing close, telling him not to be afraid, but her hand reached down to grope for Ji Qing's pants. Ji Qing didn't know what Aunt Qiao was doing, thinking she was going to do something else, but he had no more interest in it, so he tried to stop her. Aunt Qiao, however, insisted on pulling down Ji Qing's pants, leaning close to his ear and saying, "Don't you like Da Qiao?" Ji Qing stared blankly at Aunt Qiao, not knowing what to say. Aunt Qiao nudged him again: "Do you like her?" Ji Qing hesitated for a long time before finally nodding. "Alright then, go ahead." Aunt Qiao picked up Ji Qing's trousers and pushed him, naked, towards the east wing, gesturing with her lips as she did so: "Go, do it with Da Qiao'er too." Ji Qing was startled again: "How can I do that!" Aunt Qiao pushed him hard, almost making him stumble, so Ji Qing had no choice but to muster his courage and follow her inside. Once inside, in the pitch black, he saw Da Qiao'er leaning against the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), panting heavily. Jiqing shuffled over, his hand covering his dangling lower body. After muttering for a while, he finally stammered, "Should I tell my mother?" Da Qiao'er glared at Jiqing. "I can't say it, it's disgusting!" Jiqing was immediately relieved and happily tried to walk back. Just as he reached the door, Aunt Qiao, who was guarding there, pushed him back. He stumbled and fell to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), his bare buttocks hitting the cold edge. He shivered and hurriedly glanced at Da Qiao'er. Da Qiao'er glared at him, and seeing his thing dangling listlessly between his legs, she couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Da Qiao'er laugh, Jiqing suddenly found courage, pounced on her, and hugged her tightly, trying to strip her clothes off.Da Qiao'er initially resisted, struggling desperately, but she couldn't withstand Ji Qing's ferocity. Her clothes were torn off, and she immediately lost her strength, collapsing limply to the ground. Ji Qing frantically pulled down Da Qiao'er's trousers, his hand groping her crotch. Finding her underwear wet, he quickly pulled it down, pinning Da Qiao'er down on the bed. He rubbed his semi-erect penis against her vulva. Da Qiao'er's area was still wet, warm and slippery to the touch. After a few rubs, Ji Qing felt his penis swell again, hard as a club. He twisted his body, forcing his way into Da Qiao'er's slit, and with a thrust, it slid in with a whoosh. Da Qiao'er cried out, feeling as if something had suddenly torn her open below. A warm, hard thing brazenly burrowed in, causing her to curl up in pain. She instinctively tried to push it away, but felt powerless. She writhed involuntarily like a snake, and the more she writhed, the smoother the thing seemed to move in and out. As the pain subsided, a slight pleasure arose, making her even more uncontrollable. She panted and writhed even more wildly. Aunt Qiao, who had been watching from the doorway, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two gradually reach the point of penetration. Ji Qing became more and more excited, howling as if he was nearing his climax. Aunt Qiao suddenly remembered something and rushed over to Ji Qing's side, whispering, "Don't ejaculate inside." Ji Qing obeyed and quickly pulled out, trembling, but felt the urge returning, making him uncomfortable and causing his face to flush red. Aunt Qiao quickly reached out, clasped her hands together, and grasped Ji Qing, stroking him up and down. After a few strokes, Ji Qing choked back sobs and vomited, thick streams of liquid shooting out like a water gun, traveling a long distance. Aunt Qiao then released her, turned around, and picked up Da Qiao'er, holding her lovingly in her arms. Da Qiao'er didn't struggle anymore, nestled in her mother's arms as if wronged, and suddenly felt immense regret. She knew Ji Qing had feelings for her, but she had always pretended to be aloof, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of being pursued by a boy. She never expected to be taken advantage of by this brat, her young body lost so inexplicably. Her heart clenched painfully, and tears streamed down her face. A moment later, she began to sob softly. Seeing Da Qiao'er crying so sorrowfully, Ji Qing was momentarily stunned, unsure whether to retreat or advance, standing there dumbfounded. A slight breeze blew by, bringing a chill, and Jiqing realized he was still naked. His trousers had been tossed onto the kang (heated brick bed), and Jiqing shuffled over to retrieve them. In the light streaming in from the main room, he suddenly noticed his genitals were stained with dark red blood. Startled, he cried out and touched them, but felt no pain or itch. Confused, he looked up at Aunt Qiao, searching. Da Qiao was still sobbing. Aunt Qiao gently put her down, draped a sheet over her, and then got off the kang. Seeing Jiqing's mournful face, clutching his genitals and looking lost, she felt a pang of regret: She'd been so busy, forgetting everything else, causing such a commotion all night. She told Jiqing not to move, and quickly went to the outer room to fetch a basin of hot water. She wrung out a towel and gently wiped Jiqing's genitals. "It's alright, it's not yours," Aunt Qiao said, putting Jiqing at ease. Aunt Qiao brought water to Da Qiao'er's side again, and as she wiped Da Qiao'er's lower body, she noticed specks of blood on Da Qiao'er's inner thighs. She suddenly realized this must be the "first time" that Suozhu had mentioned. Last year, Shagen from the village got married. A few days after the wedding, Shagen beat his new wife and sent her back to her parents' home. That same day, a large group of her family came to Shagen's yard, shouting and cursing at Shagen's mother. After a while, they sheepishly went back, leaving a crowd watching. Jiqing wasn't there that day, so Suozhu and the others saw it all. When they returned, they described it vividly to Jiqing, saying that Shagen's wife wasn't a virgin, there was no "first time," and that she had been sexually assaulted. Jiqing asked Suozhu, "What does 'no first time' mean?" Suozhu, who knew the general idea, guessed and said, "A woman should bleed the first time she sleeps with someone; that's what 'first time' means." Although the explanation was somewhat vague, it made Ji Qing admire Suo Zhu for the first time. How did this kid know these things? "It's in the book. My family has a family planning propaganda booklet, and I always read it." Suo Zhu boasted mysteriously, "There's even a picture of a penis in it, and it's so big." Later, Suo Zhu stole the book and showed it to Ji Qing. When he returned it, the edges were already curled up from Ji Qing's rubbing.
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