My Lover's Aunt - Incest Novel

.My name is Wei Hua, but people call me Ahua. I work for a company in Singapore. My beautiful and virtuous wife and I have a touching and legendary story. Today, I'll tell you about it; I think you'll be deeply moved. I'm an only child; my parents died when I was twelve. At that age, I moved from mainland China to Hong Kong to live with my aunt. My aunt is my mother's youngest sister, and my uncle is a first mate on an ocean-going ship. This happened five years ago. I was seventeen, five feet eleven inches tall, weighed 165 pounds, and was handsome and dashing. My aunt was ten years older than me, twenty-seven that year. Although she was already in her thirties, she possessed natural beauty, a slender figure, willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and an oval face. My aunt's beauty was unparalleled, truly breathtaking. While some movie stars and singers are beautiful, none can compare to her. Especially her large eyes—they possess a special charm; one look from them, and I believe no man in the world could remain unmoved. She was not only stunningly beautiful, but also possessed an elegant and dignified air, exuding a refined and graceful demeanor—truly a classical beauty of the East. Having never given birth, she was slender yet full-figured, with fair, rosy, and delicate skin, making her exceptionally beautiful. Although she didn't pay much attention to her appearance, she looked no more than twenty years old. Because we were aunt and niece, we resembled each other in many ways, so when we went out together, strangers often mistook her for my older sister. She graduated from the Literature Department of Fudan University, receiving higher education and possessing excellent cultural refinement and moral character. My uncle told me that during her school years, her captivating beauty, outstanding academic performance, and exceptional social skills led her to serve as the student council president, and she was always the host of major cultural events. During her years at school, she was pursued by many handsome young men. However, she was already in a relationship; she had fallen for my uncle during middle school, who later became her husband while he was studying at the Ocean University. Therefore, I have always held my aunt in high esteem. Because my aunt's husband earns a good income, he doesn't allow her to work, so she stays at home. Unfortunately, he's a seaman and is often away from home, leaving my aunt alone. Luckily, I'm home to keep her company, which alleviates her loneliness. I often see a frown on my aunt's face, as if hiding endless sorrow and melancholy. I think she might have something troubling her. Moreover, I've heard her crying several times at night. I asked her why she was crying, and she said, "Ahua, you're too young to understand your aunt's suffering." Seeing that she wouldn't tell me, I felt embarrassed to press her further. But I think my aunt must be very lonely and sad. So, ever since I was old enough to understand, I've tried my best to comfort and help her, trying to find ways to make her happy. She also likes me very much and treats me like her own child. But what can a little kid like me do for her? Besides, I don't even know what she needs. One night, I got up to go to the bathroom and passed by her room, hearing my aunt groaning in what sounded like great pain. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if she was ill. I peeked through the crack in the door and, in the dim light, saw her lying naked on the bed, tossing and turning. One hand was kneading her breast, while the other was stroking a spot on her lower abdomen. Worried something was wrong, I knocked and asked, "Auntie, are you sick?" She was startled and trembled, saying, "No...I...I'm not sick. You...you mustn't come in..." Confused, I left and couldn't sleep afterward, keeping an eye on my aunt's room. The next morning, I asked her what was wrong. She blushed and said, "Nothing's wrong. My stomach was a little upset last night, but rubbing it made it better." I was relieved. Later, as I grew older and more mature, especially after watching movies, reading novels, and books on sex, I vaguely sensed that my aunt lacked nothing. Perhaps because my uncle was often away, she, as a young woman, must have suffered sexually. Recalling her behavior that night, I concluded she was masturbating. After all, she was a healthy, vibrant young woman, spending her days alone in her empty room, essentially living a life of widowhood. I felt so sorry for my aunt. Of course, I still didn't understand why people had to have sex with the opposite sex, and what the benefits were. Why did my aunt have to masturbate if she didn't have sex with my uncle for a long time? I gradually developed a desire to have contact with the opposite sex. I guess this meant I was starting to mature. Sometimes I even had sudden fantasies, "If I marry a wife as gentle, virtuous, and beautiful as my aunt in the future, I will definitely not be a sailor and will stay with her all year round to give her happiness and make her joy." The second time I peeked at beauty, I was working in a garment factory in the Kwai Chung New District. Once, after attending a colleague's wedding banquet, I returned home half drunk and felt hot all over. I wanted to take a cold shower, so I hurriedly went into the bathroom. Who knew that my aunt was taking a shower naked and had forgotten to lock the door. I pushed the door open and saw her slender and smooth figure. I immediately turned around and was about to leave. My aunt heard the door open, turned around, saw me, and was shocked. She asked, "Oh dear, why didn't you knock?" "I...I...I don't know..." I stammered with my head down. "Oh, the smell of alcohol is strong. Did you drink too much again, Ah Hua? You can't drink like this in the future," she kindly reminded me. "Yes, Auntie," I replied and was about to leave. "Ah Hua, come back," she gently called to me. I lowered my head and asked, "What is it, Auntie?" but still glanced at her sideways and saw that she was covering her breasts with one hand and her lower body with the other. She said, "You're all sweaty. How about you take a shower under that showerhead over there? Just don't look at me." "This..." I hesitated because I was a big kid now, and my aunt was naked. I felt a little embarrassed and whispered, "Auntie isn't wearing any clothes. I'm embarrassed." She exclaimed, "Little kid, why are you making such a fuss? You've already seen it. Looking a few more times won't make a difference. Just hurry up and shower and don't look at me anymore." Seeing how sincere my aunt's attitude was, I had no choice but to turn on the tap. Normally, you should take off all your clothes when showering, but how could I be so embarrassed in front of a woman? So I showered with my clothes on. She said, "Silly child, why don't you take off your clothes?" I stammered. She said, "Take it off. Don't be shy in front of your aunt. Look, I'm naked too. You peeked at my naked body earlier and I didn't scold you. Are you afraid I'll see your body?" "Okay," I stammered, reluctantly taking off my clothes. For some reason, my penis became very hard and pointed high. I was afraid she would see, so I turned my body to the side with my back to her. But she still saw it. I heard her laugh and ask me, "Ahua, what's wrong with you? Why is your little thing sticking up so high? I didn't expect you to be so young, yet it's so thick and long." I blushed with embarrassment. I thought, she doesn't allow me to look at her, but she is looking at me. Otherwise, how would she know if my penis is sticking up? I didn't know what to say and involuntarily covered my unruly penis with both hands. I knew it was probably due to the alcohol, plus seeing my aunt's stunning naked body earlier, and my lust suddenly arose. Because I had never seen a woman's body before, and my aunt was so beautiful that no man could control himself. Although my aunt forbade me to look at her, how could I, as a man, resist the urge to see such a naked and stunningly beautiful woman? I stole glances at her every now and then, fortunately, she was mostly facing away from me with her back or side, so I could admire her freely. At this moment, her back was facing me. I saw her slender, fair neck, delicate and smooth, flowing downwards to connect with her full, rounded shoulders. Her back was straight and graceful, truly voluptuous yet supple. Suddenly, she turned to face me, allowing me to admire her full, plump breasts, their skin like solidified cream. Seeing those breasts, I suddenly thought of Mount Fuji in Japan—so beautiful, like a pair of extra-large steamed buns, firm and without the slightest sagging. The two bright nipples on top of her breasts resembled buds about to bloom after the rain, displaying vibrant life and unparalleled beauty. Below her breasts, her abdomen was flat, delicate, and slightly protruding. She had finished soaping and was washing herself. Her slender waist swayed gently under the shower, like a willow dancing in the spring breeze, graceful and charming. Several sweet and smooth curves drew my gaze to her round and full buttocks. Ah, the skin there was glistening and swollen, as if the delicate skin was about to burst. It was truly a masterpiece of nature, like a full moon shining brightly. Below her flat abdomen was a mound like a grave. Although I had never seen it before, I was certain that it was the female genitalia described in books, covered with a sparse, triangular patch of dark, shiny pubic hair. Her round and slender legs had no excess fat, and their curves were so harmonious and smooth... Her delicate body swayed under the shower, like a fairy dancing gracefully. The third time I touched her, I was very aroused. I really wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. I had never been with a woman before, but I had read many articles on this topic in books and magazines and had always longed for the opportunity to try. I had no mind to bathe anymore. I stood there motionless, admiring her. "Hey, what are you doing? Don't look at me!" A sudden shout woke me from my dream. I saw my aunt looking at me coquettishly. Stimulated by her beautiful naked body, I couldn't resist. I rushed over to hug her, and she turned around in a panic, but I still managed to grab her naked body from behind.My aunt was shocked by my actions. She quickly covered her genitals with her hands. Actually, her attempt to hide was unnecessary, because I had already secretly observed her body for a long time and saw everything clearly. I reached out and touched her breasts. She tried to push me away, but she couldn't overpower me. I held her around the waist, and I held her tightly with my arms, so she could only curse me repeatedly, calling me a "little beast" and "worse than an animal." At this moment, I couldn't stop myself and buried my head in her neck, back, and behind her ears, kissing her wildly. Her body began to tremble. Although she was still resisting, her strength was much weaker than before. Later, I noticed that she had stopped struggling and leaned her head back on my shoulder, so I released her arms. Although her arms were free, she no longer pushed me away and stood motionless, her body trembling slightly. I then turned around and stood in front of her. I saw her head slightly tilted back, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, and her cherry lips trembling slightly. I suddenly pulled her into my arms, and when her firm yet soft breasts pressed against my chest, I felt an electric shock. I kissed her bright red and delicate cherry lips. She whispered, "No...no...uh..." Of course, I didn't stop, holding her head with one hand and pressing my lips to hers. She stopped struggling and let me kiss her passionately. Later, I felt her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, her small fists lightly pounding my back intermittently. I kissed every part of her face and neck frantically, then knelt down and kissed her breasts, gently biting them with my tongue. Her body trembled instantly. Then I knelt down again, holding her thighs and burying my head between her legs, kissing her hairy pubic area. At this moment, a clear, high-pitched moan, like a nightingale's song, escaped her throat. Her body convulsed violently, and contrary to her usual behavior, she not only gave up resisting but also automatically parted her legs slightly to make it easier for my tongue to enter. Perhaps her desire had been aroused by me, and she had become very docile. I smelled a faint fragrance from her vagina. Under my caresses, she stood there, eyes half-closed, mouth half-open, her face flushed with shyness, motionless and helpless, softly and intermittently calling my name. "Oh... Ah Hua... Ah Hua... you... naughty boy... oh dear... you little devil... you can't do this." This is probably what novels call "intoxicated and entranced." I think my aunt must be in a very conflicted state right now. On the one hand, she has long been "sexually frustrated," craving a man's caresses both physically and psychologically. On the other hand, she is a respectable person and has never had the thought of having an affair or any experience of infidelity. If an outsider were to violate her today, she would definitely fight back desperately. But she doesn't treat me as an outsider, but as a "loving one" whom she raised. Yet I am also a man, a man who, although not her husband, is passionately and proactively trying to comfort her. Therefore, she is facing a battle between "need" and "chastity." So she is at a loss, showing a state of "indecisiveness"—wanting to obey but not daring to, wanting to resist but unable to bear to. My poor aunt, usually so quick-witted, intelligent, strong, dignified, and decisive. But today, in this battle between emotion and reason, she was so weak and helpless, manipulated at will, like a child without any opinions, completely at a loss in the face of this sudden turn of events. Judging from her current behavior, "need" seemed to have taken precedence in her mind. Looking at her charming, pitiful, and graceful appearance, I wanted to help her, to immediately break down her defenses, to liberate her from the shackles of old social norms, and to help her quickly overcome her sexual frustration and find pleasure. I didn't think what I was doing was incest, because I wasn't going to marry her, nor was I going to have her bear my children. I simply wanted to help my relative escape from sexual frustration. What's wrong with a relative helping a relative? So I made up my mind to possess her immediately. I pressed down on her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her body trembling, she obediently squatted down. I helped her lie on the ground, and she didn't resist. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her, holding her tightly in my arms. She realized something was wrong and opened her beautiful eyes, pushing my hands away and murmuring softly, "No...no...Ahua...oh, the floor is so cold." Not wanting to force her, I thought we should talk in the bedroom, so I helped her up and got a towel to dry her. She neither refused nor agreed, but stood motionless with her eyes closed, letting me wipe and caress every inch of her naked body. I dried her slowly and carefully because this was my first time touching a woman's body, and I was slowly appreciating it. "Auntie, let's go back to the room," I said, pulling her hand as we left the bathroom after drying her. She looked at me shyly, her eyes blurry with sleep, and said, "I'm not dressed yet, what will I look like going out like this?" I said, "Anyway, there's no one else in the house, you can put on clothes in the bedroom." She didn't object anymore, and I pushed and pulled her back to the bedroom. The fourth time I explored the bedroom, I swept her up in my arms. Although she wasn't short, she wasn't heavy, probably a little over fifty kilograms, so holding her didn't feel heavy at all. I laid her delicate body on the bed, and saw my aunt's eyes were hazy, her face flushed like a peony shrouded in mist, or a peach blossom moistened by rain. I couldn't resist and began to caress her body. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but she was gently struggling and blindly resisting. But I could tell she wasn't putting in her full effort; she was just "half-heartedly resisting." I wanted to strike while the iron was hot and immediately use the method I learned from movies to lick her body with my tongue, starting from her cheeks, ears, and neck, down to her breasts. Every time I licked her, her body would tremble to varying degrees. This was probably because different parts of her body had different levels of sensitivity. So I licked her most sensitive spots, such as her earlobes, areolas, nipples, armpits, and groin, with even more effort, making her moan and tremble incessantly. Her reaction was most intense when I licked her clitoris; her breathing became rapid, her body writhed, and she cried out, "Oh, you little devil...you're going to...kill me!" Seeing her in so much pain, I thought I had hurt her and stopped. But as soon as I stopped, she cried out again, "Ahua...no...don't stop!" and grabbed my hair with both hands, pressing it down hard, as if afraid I would run away. I noticed that her vaginal discharge was particularly abundant and smelled delicious, so I swallowed it in large gulps. "Ahua...hug me...come up and hold me tight..." she murmured, her eyes slightly open in embarrassment. I immediately got into bed and lay down next to her, holding her soft, voluptuous body tightly in my arms, kissing her passionately, our skin pressed together. She couldn't help but open her arms and hug me tightly, and cooperatively opened her cherry lips slightly to receive my tongue, her tongue slightly protruding as she gently licked it with the tip. At that moment, I noticed that her eyes were very special, a kind of look I had never seen before—a combination of gratitude, longing, yearning, and excitement, which was very captivating. Seeing that the time was right, I climbed on top of her, one hand under her neck and the other under her waist. This lifted her upper body. I held her, kissing her, my hard penis pressing against her soft vulva. Her pelvis moved, rising and falling. I had heard that intercourse involves the penis entering a woman's vagina, so I tried to insert my erect penis into her tight opening. The first two times, it didn't go in. I noticed she seemed tense and felt her legs spread wider. I continued thrusting… then her waist suddenly arched upwards, followed by a cry of "Oh!" and her eyes closed. I couldn't tell if it was a cheer or fear. I only felt my penis enter a sheath. The sheath was warm, soft, tight, and slippery, holding my penis in a rhythmic movement. This was my first time with a woman, so there was an indescribable sense of novelty. I lay motionless on my aunt's gentle, elastic breasts, savoring this unprecedented feeling of warmth. I thought this was what making love was like. Because I had never heard of how to make love before. Her pelvis was twisting, and her waist was undulating up and down. I was still confused. After a while, my aunt opened her eyes slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she said softly, as if she were both coquettish and pleading, "Ahua, why aren't you moving? Hurry up, I can't take it anymore." I asked inexplicably, "Auntie, how do I move?" I continued to ask, "Auntie, teach me, I've never done this before." She looked at me with a look of both laughter and tears, and said softly, "You little rascal, you don't even know how to do it, yet you try to rape your auntie. Now, I have to teach you how to rape me." She stretched out two fingers and pinched the base of my penis, saying, "Your precious thing needs to keep going in and out of me, thrusting hard, to feel good. But you have to be gentle and slow at first, otherwise I can't take it. Once I have a strong reaction and you feel that I'm very lubricated inside, you can gradually speed up and increase the force. Hurry up and start." As she spoke, I noticed that she in my arms was trembling. She kept saying, "Yes, yes, that's it," and then closed her eyes. I started to gradually increase my speed. Soon, she began to moan, and the moans grew louder and louder. When she whispered for me to go faster, I sped up even more. After about seven minutes, I suddenly felt my penis swell violently, a jolt of electricity coursing through my body, and then my body went limp, my penis throbbing involuntarily. I figured this must be ejaculation. As I ejaculated, my aunt hugged me tightly, her legs gripping mine tightly, her body convulsing violently.About half a minute later, she released me and lay there motionless, as if asleep. Not knowing if something was wrong, I gently kissed her face and whispered, "Auntie, are you alright?" She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, giving me a complex look of happiness, satisfaction, and gratitude. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak before closing her eyes again. She seemed very tired, even lacking the strength to speak. I continued to climb on top of her. About ten minutes later, my erection returned, eager to seduce her. I saw my aunt's appreciative expression and her waist swaying. I asked, "Auntie, can we do it again?" She smiled and nodded, saying sweetly, "As long as you have the energy, you can do it as many times as you want." So I started again. This time I was experienced and didn't need my aunt's guidance. This time she also kept her eyes closed, enjoying herself. This time I lasted twenty minutes. After five minutes, she began to moan and sway her waist. I also noticed that whenever I slowed down and softened my movements, then suddenly went back to a fast and deep thrust, she would cry out, as if it were very pleasurable. Gradually, I devised a "three slow, one fast, three shallow, one deep" tactic to make her more comfortable. Seeing her soft, delicate cries, as if she couldn't bear it any longer, further fueled my sense of male heroism. By the fifteenth minute, she started shouting loudly, gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, her head swaying from side to side, murmuring, "Faster, faster," "Harder, harder!" I thrust wildly into her, her snow-white, tender body tossing and shaking like a small boat in a stormy sea. She was still shouting, "Please, hurry up, harder!" Suddenly she screamed, her body stopped writhing and started trembling. I stopped too. She held me tightly, so tightly. Then her body convulsed, and she quickly closed her eyes and went limp, as if dead. Based on what I had read, I knew that my aunt had experienced another intense orgasm. So I gently stroked her and kissed her tenderly to help her calm down. The fifth time... Twenty minutes later she opened her eyes. She looked at me lying beside her and smiled, saying, "My good boy, are you tired?" I proudly said, "No, I'm not tired at all." She turned to face me and lovingly stroked my hair and face, then stroked my chest and stomach, playing with my pubic hair. Suddenly she grabbed my still hard penis and said, "You are such a hero, my little darling, my good boy. Do you know that you just gave me my first orgasm ever? It was so wonderful. If it weren't for you, I would never know what the joy of family life is. I don't know how to thank you enough." As she spoke, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me for a long time. I asked, "Has your uncle never given you an orgasm before?" Her face flushed, and she shyly pressed her cheek against my chest, one hand still holding my penis, the other gently stroking my back. She whispered, "Your uncle's thing is so thin and short, unlike yours, which is thick, long, and hard, and he's not as strong as you. He only lasts a minute or two before ejaculating. I can't possibly orgasm in such a short time." I kissed her, hugged her tighter, and stroked her pretty face, saying emotionally, "Auntie, I want to make it up to you. From today onwards, I'll give you an orgasm every day." She also hugged me tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She kissed me frantically while sobbing, saying, "Darling, thank you. Auntie is so happy. My good boy, please don't leave me. I... I love you so much." I wiped her tears, comforting her and stroking her cheeks and breasts. She chuckled and said, "Look, I'm so happy I'm crying like a child. Honey, I'm not sad, I'm just happy because I have you." After saying that, she hugged me and kissed my face. We rolled around on the bed, passionately kissing. Suddenly, as I rolled over on top of her, my penis somehow entered her vagina again. She suddenly stopped moving, her breathing became rapid, and her large, watery eyes looked at me with a captivating light, filled with joy and longing. She softly said, "Ah, my little darling, it went in by itself... Ah Hua... I want more... move faster!" I immediately thrust hard. This time, she started screaming in less than a minute. I thrust even harder, and her snow-white body tossed and turned like a small boat in a storm, her breasts standing tall and bright, like two red lanterns on the mast of a small boat... Auntie's third orgasm came again. She collapsed on the bed, panting, covered in sweat, her eyes closed and motionless, as if dead... I wiped away her sweat and stroked her. She gradually fell asleep. About an hour later, when she woke up, my hand was stroking her breasts. With a soft "oh," she nestled into my arms. Touching her blushing face, I exclaimed, "Auntie is usually so dignified and serene; I never imagined she'd be such a charming and delicate beauty in bed! It's like two completely different people!" She let out an "oh," pressed her shy face against my chest, and gently punched my back with her small fist, softly whispering, "You're so naughty! You're so naughty boy! You can't say that to me!" "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. I admit my mistake," I said, patting and stroking her back like I was comforting a child. After a while, she said sweetly, "My darling, don't go back to your room. Stay here with me, okay?" I nodded in agreement. She said again, "Your uncle is away at sea for at most half a month a year. I'm so lonely, so when he's not here, can you sleep in my room every night?" I said, "I'd love to!" She was as happy as a child, dancing and hugging me tightly, exclaiming, "That's wonderful!" Seeing how happy she was, I lovingly put my arm around her neck, pulled her into my arms, and patted her snow-white, delicate, round, plump buttocks, saying, "My lovely little aunt, my little sweetheart, I'll never leave you for a day." "Never...never...leave," she repeated my words over and over, tears streaming down her face. "Auntie, don't cry," I gently patted her and licked away the tears on her face. She chuckled softly, then buried her face in my chest shyly. We hugged each other tightly like that and fell asleep without realizing it. From that day on, I moved into her room and made love to her every night. My lovely little aunt became radiant and cheerful, her usually furrowed brows relaxed, as if she were a completely different person. She started paying attention to her appearance. With light makeup, bright clothes, and her long hair flowing over her shoulders, my aunt looked even younger and more beautiful. Her beautiful, cheerful singing voice could often be heard at home. Seeing her transformation, I smiled from the bottom of my heart. I had finally helped her, my lovely aunt. Chapter Six: Six months after her first love, my uncle returned home. Upon seeing me, he exclaimed happily, "Wow, Ahua has grown up! He's grown taller in a year! He's like a real man now!" During dinner, he asked me, "Does Ahua have a girlfriend?" Hearing this, I immediately pictured myself passionately making love to my aunt's body, and my face flushed instantly. My aunt, seeing this, immediately relieved me, patting my uncle and saying, "How can you ask a child such a question? He's so young, what doesn't he understand?" I noticed her face also flushed as she said this. I chuckled to myself; what didn't I understand? I was already a brave knight. After dinner, my uncle said he was too tired and pulled my aunt back to her room, saying they needed to rest early. Of course, I knew in my heart that he and my aunt had been separated for a year and he was burning with desire, unable to wait any longer. Back in my room, I felt a little lonely and empty. For the past six months, I had spent every night in the arms of beautiful women, enjoying themselves to the fullest. Tonight, suddenly alone in the cold, empty bed, I was naturally unaccustomed to it. I couldn't sleep, so I lay in bed reading. Before long, my aunt pushed open the door and came in. She was wearing a nightgown, and with a gentle shake, it fell to the floor. Completely naked, she turned and jumped into my arms. I asked in surprise, "Auntie, why aren't you with Uncle?" She whispered, "I missed you so much. Uncle still caresses my whole body like before, making me feel like I'm dying and can't stop before he goes in. But just a few minutes later, he finished quickly, went soft, and fell fast asleep. I can't wake him up, he's like a dead pig. Ah Hua, hurry up and give it to me, I can't take it anymore!" As she spoke, she skillfully used her slender hands to undress me. "Poor little aunt," I thought, holding her in my arms and tenderly stroking this pitiful yet adorable beauty. I gently kissed her cherry lips, then rolled over and pressed myself against her, immediately thrusting vigorously, bringing her to orgasm three times in less than an hour. She fell asleep contentedly in my arms. I was afraid my uncle would wake up and see us, so I gently shook her awake and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, you should go back now." She hugged me tightly and said in a coquettish voice, "No, I don't want to leave you." I gently stroked her round buttocks and whispered, "Auntie is a good girl, I'm afraid my uncle will see." She said helplessly, "Alright then." So she lifted her languid body. But as soon as she sat up, she fell back down and climbed onto me, whispering sweetly, "Oh, you've made me so weak, how can I walk back?" I said, "Then I'll take you to the door." Saying that, I got off the ground, helped her sit up, picked up her pajamas from the ground, and put them on her. Then I gently lifted her delicate body and carried her to her bedroom door, letting her stand on the ground. She nestled into my arms, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and then slowly went inside. Before turning to close the door, she blew me another kiss with her hand gesture.The next night, around midnight, my aunt came to my room again. Of course, I satisfied her again and carried her back to my room. The following day, my uncle went out on errands, and my aunt came to my room. The two lay on the bed, cuddling and kissing passionately for a long time, and then engaged in two rounds of intense lovemaking. After she calmed down, I whispered to her, "Auntie, please don't come looking for me tonight. It will be very embarrassing for everyone if Uncle finds out. Fortunately, he's only home for a week, we have plenty of time. My dear, please be good, Auntie will listen to you, please bear with me for a few more days, okay?" Auntie pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "How could I not worry? It's just that he makes me feel like I'm dying every night, I really can't stand it anymore, that's why I came to you. Actually, I've been married to him for over ten years and have never been satisfied. But because I've never been with another man, I always thought that male-female sex life was just like that, and I've gotten through it for over ten years without feeling anything was abnormal. But since you entered my sex life, I've realized that there are such pleasurable things in the world. How can I continue to endure his torment? Ah Hua, you probably can't understand the feeling of a woman being tormented by desire. Do you know how much pain Auntie is in? But you're right, a little impatience can ruin everything. I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few more days." I held her tightly in my arms and kissed her like an adult comforting a child, saying, "Auntie is so sensible, such a good girl." She smiled bitterly and hugged me tightly, rubbing her pretty face against my cheek. Chapter Seven, Passionate Love Three days later, my uncle left. During these three days, my aunt really didn't look for me again. But I could see that although she often had a smile on her face, there was a kind of melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone who had just recovered from a long illness. I felt so sorry for her and really wanted to immediately take her back to her room, quickly take off her clothes, and give her love to bring her joy, but I was still rational, so I deliberately avoided her every time. On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off, and he chatted with everyone in the living room. So I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she let out a soft "ooh" and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her. She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much." My mind was still clear; I knew I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and said softly, "Auntie, I'll help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!" She nodded knowingly, looked at me with a charming gaze, kissed me on the lips, and continued working. Every few minutes, she would turn her head and look at me adoringly. I sighed inwardly at women; when a woman is heartless, she's as cold as ice, but when she's infatuated, she's so uncontrollable. At five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the pier, saw my uncle onto the ship, and then took a taxi home. In the taxi, she couldn't resist taking my hand and kissing it, then slipping it inside her shirt and pressing it against her breasts. I noticed those mounds had become very hard. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt that she was already overflowing with desire. Afraid of being seen by the driver, I looked at her adoringly, gestured to the driver, and then gently withdrew both hands. She playfully stuck out her tongue, gave me a shy look, nodded knowingly, and then closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat. I saw her teeth clenched, her lip trembling slightly. I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and put my arm around her slender waist. Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Driver, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up. Finally, we arrived home. As she got out of the car, she stumbled and almost fell, so I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body feels weak." I took her arm and helped her back inside. As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms, breathing heavily, whispering, "Ah Hua, darling... I missed you... I... I'm going crazy, give it to me, I want it..." I felt the same way, so right there in the living room, I skillfully undressed her, and in just a few moments, she was completely naked. I gently lifted her snow-white body and placed her on the sofa. Her body writhed, her large, watery eyes shooting me beams of fiery passion, eagerly awaiting my arrival. I pounced on her, unleashing an unprecedented storm, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, deafening roars and thunderous explosions, leaving everyone sprawled and the world in chaos. The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, the man's panting, and the woman's moans blended together like a grand symphony, a celestial symphony. The fierce battle raged from six in the afternoon until the next morning, still fiercely contested. The battlefield shifted from the living room sofa to the carpet, and then to the soft bed in the bedroom. At three in the afternoon, when the two combatants, still locked in a tight embrace, awoke from their deep sleep, they went hand in hand to the bathroom to clean up the battlefield. Another intense water fight began in the bathtub… … Three days, neither long nor short. For three days, the two combatants remained locked in a tug-of-war. The climax came wave after wave, the tremors one after another. They dozed off, and even in their dreams they clung tightly to each other as if afraid the other would escape. For three days, they never separated, only eating simple food when necessary to replenish their energy. The victory was brilliant, and both were extremely satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with happiness. A month after the eighth crystallization, my aunt whispered shyly beside me, "Darling, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my body." I stroked her face and asked with concern, "Are you sick?" She said mysteriously, "No, it seems I'm pregnant. My period hasn't come this month, and I often feel nauseous and vomit. It seems I'm pregnant." "Congratulations on becoming a mother soon!" I cupped her face and kissed her lips, saying, "It seems Uncle's return this time has really been successful." Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours." I said doubtfully, "Really?" "How could it not be?" she whispered, "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The few days he was home were exactly the safe period, so we can be sure it wasn't his, but yours." I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!" She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I've longed for a child so much, but your Uncle has been unable to get me pregnant for so many years. Now you've finally made my wish come true, and I have to thank you properly!" I asked anxiously, "What will Uncle say when he finds out?" She laughed and said, "It's alright, I can write to him and say that I haven't had my period since he left. He'll be overjoyed, why would he doubt me?" "That's wonderful!" I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, "I can be a father!" She laughed happily and joyfully, her laughter so carefree and content. ... After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born smoothly—a very beautiful girl who looked exactly like my aunt. I was overjoyed to become a father, dancing with happiness. Every time my uncle came back, he would hold the baby close, his joy was understandable. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both deeply saddened. After we finished handling the funeral arrangements, we returned home. My aunt threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ahua, you're my only family now. Don't abandon me." I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I'll never leave you!" She said, "I'm afraid you'll abandon me after you get married!" I said, "I won't get married; I'll stay with you forever!" She said, "How can that be? You need a home!" "Let's sit down and talk," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned and sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. I continued, "Auntie, don't I already have a family? You're my wife, and we have children. Why do we need to get married again?" "But in front of outsiders, we always have to hide, afraid of being seen. It's so painful. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be a publicly acknowledged couple?" Her brows furrowed. I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Couldn't we move somewhere else, like abroad? Then we could register as husband and wife; who would know we're actually aunt and nephew?" She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, saying, "Ah Hua, you're so clever! How could I not have thought of that?" Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. Our daughter is five years old, as beautiful, smart, and lively as her mother. Our son is three, lively, and strong, just like me. Every weekend, our whole family goes to scenic spots and amusement parks, having a wonderful time. Because of our happy mood, my aunt seems even younger and more beautiful. I'm now twenty-three, with a short mustache, making me look very mature. When we applied for our immigration visas, we said we were both twenty-three, meaning I overstated my age by four years and understated hers by six. Now, my colleagues and friends all think my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.Every night he tormented me to the point of near death, and I couldn't bear it any longer, so I came to you. Actually, I've been married to him for over ten years and have never been satisfied. But because I've never been with another man, I've always thought that male-female sex life is just like that, and I've gotten through it all without feeling anything was abnormal. But since you entered my sex life, I've realized that there are such pleasurable things in the world. You tell me, how can I continue to endure his torment of me, Ah Hua? You probably can't understand the feeling of a woman being tormented by desire. Do you know how much pain Auntie is in? But you're right, a little impatience can ruin a big plan. I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few more days." I hugged her tightly and kissed her like an adult comforting a child, saying, "Auntie is so sensible, such a good girl." She smiled bitterly and hugged me tightly, rubbing her pretty face against my cheek. Chapter Seven, Passionate Love Three more days passed, and Uncle left. During these three days, Auntie really didn't come to me again. But I could see that although she often had a smile on her face, there was a kind of melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone recovering from a long illness. My heart ached for her, and I longed to immediately carry her back to her room, undress her, and give her pleasure. But I remained rational, deliberately avoiding her each time. On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off. He chatted with them in the living room. I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she let out a soft moan and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her. She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much." I was still quite clear-headed at that moment, knowing I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and said softly, "Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!" She nodded knowingly, looked at me with a charming gaze, kissed me on the lips, and continued cooking. Every few minutes, she would turn her head and look at me affectionately. I sighed inwardly at women; when women are heartless, they are as cold as ice, but when they fall in love, they are so uncontrollable. At five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the dock, saw my uncle off on the ship, and then took a taxi home. In the taxi, she couldn't resist taking my hand and kissing it, then slipping it inside her shirt and pressing it against her breasts. I noticed they were quite erect. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt her already overflowing with desire. Afraid of being seen by the driver, I gazed at her affectionately, gestured towards him, and gently withdrew both hands. She playfully stuck out her tongue, gave me a shy look, nodded knowingly, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat. I saw her biting her lip, her body trembling slightly. I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and put my arm around her slender waist. Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Sir, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up. Finally, we arrived home. As she got out of the car, one leg came out, and she almost fell. I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body is weak." I took her arm and helped her back inside. As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms, her breath quickening, whispering, "Ahua, darling... I missed you... I... I'm going crazy, give it to me, I want it..." I felt the same way. So, right there in the living room, I skillfully undressed her, and in just a few moments, she was completely naked. I gently lifted her snow-white body and placed her on the sofa. Her body writhed, her large, watery eyes shooting me beams of fiery passion, eagerly awaiting my arrival. I pounced on her, beginning an unprecedented storm, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, the roar deafening, the barrage deafening, leaving everyone tumbling and the sky darkening. The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, the man's panting, and the woman's moans blended together like a grand symphony, a symphony only found in heaven. The fierce battle raged from 6 PM until the following morning, the two sides locked in a close struggle. The battlefield shifted from the living room sofa to the carpet, and then to the soft bed in the bedroom. At 3 PM, when the two combatants, still tightly entwined, awoke from their deep sleep, they went hand-in-hand to the bathroom to shower and clean up the mess. Another intense water fight ensued in the bathtub… … Three days, neither long nor short. During these three days, the two combatants remained locked in combat. Waves of climax followed one after another, tremors surging one after another. They fought and slept, even in their dreams they clung tightly together, as if afraid the other would escape. For three days, they never separated, only eating simple meals when necessary to replenish their energy. The victory was glorious; both were extremely satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with pride. A month after the eighth crystallization, my aunt whispered shyly beside me, "Darling, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my body." I stroked her face and asked with concern, "Are you sick?" She said mysteriously, "No, it seems I'm pregnant. My period hasn't come this month, and I often feel nauseous and vomit. It seems I'm pregnant." "Congratulations on becoming a mother soon!" I cupped her face and kissed her lips, saying, "It seems Uncle's return this time has really been successful." Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours." I said doubtfully, "Really?" "How could it not be?" she whispered, "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The few days he was home were exactly the safe period, so we can be sure it wasn't his, but yours." I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!" She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I've longed for a child so much, but your Uncle has been unable to get me pregnant for so many years. Now you've finally made my wish come true, and I have to thank you properly!" I asked anxiously, "What will Uncle say when he finds out?" She laughed and said, "It's alright, I can write to him and say that I haven't had my period since he left. He'll be overjoyed, why would he doubt me?" "That's wonderful!" I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, "I can be a father!" She laughed happily and joyfully, her laughter so carefree and content. ... After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born smoothly—a very beautiful girl who looked exactly like my aunt. I was overjoyed to become a father, dancing with happiness. Every time my uncle came back, he would hold the baby close, his joy was understandable. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both deeply saddened. After we finished handling the funeral arrangements, we returned home. My aunt threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ahua, you're my only family now. Don't abandon me." I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I'll never leave you!" She said, "I'm afraid you'll abandon me after you get married!" I said, "I won't get married; I'll stay with you forever!" She said, "How can that be? You need a home!" "Let's sit down and talk," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned and sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. I continued, "Auntie, don't I already have a family? You're my wife, and we have children. Why do we need to get married again?" "But in front of outsiders, we always have to hide, afraid of being seen. It's so painful. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be a publicly acknowledged couple?" Her brows furrowed. I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Couldn't we move somewhere else, like abroad? Then we could register as husband and wife; who would know we're actually aunt and nephew?" She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, saying, "Ah Hua, you're so clever! How could I not have thought of that?" Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. Our daughter is five years old, as beautiful, smart, and lively as her mother. Our son is three, lively, and strong, just like me. Every weekend, our whole family goes to scenic spots and amusement parks, having a wonderful time. Because of our happy mood, my aunt seems even younger and more beautiful. I'm now twenty-three, with a short mustache, making me look very mature. When we applied for our immigration visas, we said we were both twenty-three, meaning I overstated my age by four years and understated hers by six. Now, my colleagues and friends all think my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.Every night he tormented me to the point of near death, and I couldn't bear it any longer, so I came to you. Actually, I've been married to him for over ten years and have never been satisfied. But because I've never been with another man, I've always thought that male-female sex life is just like that, and I've gotten through it all without feeling anything was abnormal. But since you entered my sex life, I've realized that there are such pleasurable things in the world. You tell me, how can I continue to endure his torment of me, Ah Hua? You probably can't understand the feeling of a woman being tormented by desire. Do you know how much pain Auntie is in? But you're right, a little impatience can ruin a big plan. I guess I'll just have to endure it for a few more days." I hugged her tightly and kissed her like an adult comforting a child, saying, "Auntie is so sensible, such a good girl." She smiled bitterly and hugged me tightly, rubbing her pretty face against my cheek. Chapter Seven, Passionate Love Three more days passed, and Uncle left. During these three days, Auntie really didn't come to me again. But I could see that although she often had a smile on her face, there was a kind of melancholy and sorrow hidden between her brows, like someone recovering from a long illness. My heart ached for her, and I longed to immediately carry her back to her room, undress her, and give her pleasure. But I remained rational, deliberately avoiding her each time. On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off. He chatted with them in the living room. I went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she let out a soft moan and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her. She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much." I was still quite clear-headed at that moment, knowing I couldn't tease her, or the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and said softly, "Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!" She nodded knowingly, looked at me with a charming gaze, kissed me on the lips, and continued cooking. Every few minutes, she would turn her head and look at me affectionately. I sighed inwardly at women; when women are heartless, they are as cold as ice, but when they fall in love, they are so uncontrollable. At five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the dock, saw my uncle off on the ship, and then took a taxi home. In the taxi, she couldn't resist taking my hand and kissing it, then slipping it inside her shirt and pressing it against her breasts. I noticed they were quite erect. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt her already overflowing with desire. Afraid of being seen by the driver, I gazed at her affectionately, gestured towards him, and gently withdrew both hands. She playfully stuck out her tongue, gave me a shy look, nodded knowingly, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat. I saw her biting her lip, her body trembling slightly. I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and put my arm around her slender waist. Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Sir, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up. Finally, we arrived home. As she got out of the car, one leg came out, and she almost fell. I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body is weak." I took her arm and helped her back inside. As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms, her breath quickening, whispering, "Ahua, darling... I missed you... I... I'm going crazy, give it to me, I want it..." I felt the same way. So, right there in the living room, I skillfully undressed her, and in just a few moments, she was completely naked. I gently lifted her snow-white body and placed her on the sofa. Her body writhed, her large, watery eyes shooting me beams of fiery passion, eagerly awaiting my arrival. I pounced on her, beginning an unprecedented storm, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, the roar deafening, the barrage deafening, leaving everyone tumbling and the sky darkening. The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, the man's panting, and the woman's moans blended together like a grand symphony, a symphony only found in heaven. The fierce battle raged from 6 PM until the following morning, the two sides locked in a close struggle. The battlefield shifted from the living room sofa to the carpet, and then to the soft bed in the bedroom. At 3 PM, when the two combatants, still tightly entwined, awoke from their deep sleep, they went hand-in-hand to the bathroom to shower and clean up the mess. Another intense water fight ensued in the bathtub… … Three days, neither long nor short. During these three days, the two combatants remained locked in combat. Waves of climax followed one after another, tremors surging one after another. They fought and slept, even in their dreams they clung tightly together, as if afraid the other would escape. For three days, they never separated, only eating simple meals when necessary to replenish their energy. The victory was glorious; both were extremely satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with pride. A month after the eighth crystallization, my aunt whispered shyly beside me, "Darling, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my body." I stroked her face and asked with concern, "Are you sick?" She said mysteriously, "No, it seems I'm pregnant. My period hasn't come this month, and I often feel nauseous and vomit. It seems I'm pregnant." "Congratulations on becoming a mother soon!" I cupped her face and kissed her lips, saying, "It seems Uncle's return this time has really been successful." Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours." I said doubtfully, "Really?" "How could it not be?" she whispered, "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The few days he was home were exactly the safe period, so we can be sure it wasn't his, but yours." I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!" She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I've longed for a child so much, but your Uncle has been unable to get me pregnant for so many years. Now you've finally made my wish come true, and I have to thank you properly!" I asked anxiously, "What will Uncle say when he finds out?" She laughed and said, "It's alright, I can write to him and say that I haven't had my period since he left. He'll be overjoyed, why would he doubt me?" "That's wonderful!" I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, "I can be a father!" She laughed happily and joyfully, her laughter so carefree and content. ... After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born smoothly—a very beautiful girl who looked exactly like my aunt. I was overjoyed to become a father, dancing with happiness. Every time my uncle came back, he would hold the baby close, his joy was understandable. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both deeply saddened. After we finished handling the funeral arrangements, we returned home. My aunt threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ahua, you're my only family now. Don't abandon me." I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I'll never leave you!" She said, "I'm afraid you'll abandon me after you get married!" I said, "I won't get married; I'll stay with you forever!" She said, "How can that be? You need a home!" "Let's sit down and talk," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned and sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. I continued, "Auntie, don't I already have a family? You're my wife, and we have children. Why do we need to get married again?" "But in front of outsiders, we always have to hide, afraid of being seen. It's so painful. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be a publicly acknowledged couple?" Her brows furrowed. I smiled and stroked her tear-streaked face, saying, "My darling, how could someone as smart as you become so forgetful? Couldn't we move somewhere else, like abroad? Then we could register as husband and wife; who would know we're actually aunt and nephew?" She chuckled, hugged me, and kissed me repeatedly, saying, "Ah Hua, you're so clever! How could I not have thought of that?" Later, we immigrated to Singapore and settled there, where we still live now. Our home is harmonious, warm, and full of joy. Our daughter is five years old, as beautiful, smart, and lively as her mother. Our son is three, lively, and strong, just like me. Every weekend, our whole family goes to scenic spots and amusement parks, having a wonderful time. Because of our happy mood, my aunt seems even younger and more beautiful. I'm now twenty-three, with a short mustache, making me look very mature. When we applied for our immigration visas, we said we were both twenty-three, meaning I overstated my age by four years and understated hers by six. Now, my colleagues and friends all think my aunt is at least three to five years younger than me.She seemed like someone recovering from a long illness. I felt so sorry for her and wanted to immediately carry her back to her room, quickly undress her, and give her love to bring her joy. But I remained rational, so I deliberately avoided her each time. On the day my uncle left home, several old friends came to see him off. He chatted with everyone in the living room. I then went to the kitchen to help my aunt cook. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she let out a soft "oh" and rushed into my arms. I excitedly hugged her tightly and kissed her. She said in a trembling voice, "Little Dada, I missed you so much." At this moment, my mind was still clear. I knew I couldn't tease her, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. So I gently pushed her away and said softly, "Auntie, I'm here to help you cook. The guests are waiting to eat!" She nodded knowingly, looked at me with charming eyes, kissed me on the lips, and continued working. Every few minutes, she would turn her head and look at me affectionately. I sighed inwardly at women; when a woman is heartless, she can be as cold as ice, but when she falls in love, she is so uncontrollable. At five o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the pier to see my uncle off on the ship, and then took a taxi home. In the taxi, she couldn't help but take my hand and kiss it, then slipped my hand inside her shirt and pressed it against her breasts. I noticed that her breasts had become very hard. She then pulled my other hand under her skirt, and I felt that she was already overflowing with desire. Afraid of being seen by the driver, I looked at her affectionately, gestured to the driver, and gently withdrew both hands. She playfully stuck out her tongue, looked at me shyly, nodded knowingly, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat. I saw her teeth clenched, her body trembling slightly. I knew she was using all her willpower to control her emotions, so I reached out and put my arm around her slender waist. Suddenly, she said to the driver, "Sir, please drive faster, we have an urgent matter." The driver indeed sped up. Finally, we arrived home. As she got out of the car, her body wobbled and she almost fell. I quickly caught her. She whispered shyly in my ear, "My body feels weak." I took her arm and helped her back inside. As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms, her breath quickening, whispering, "Ahua, darling... I missed you... I... I'm going crazy, give it to me, I want it..." I felt the same way. So, right there in the living room, I skillfully undressed her, quickly leaving her completely naked. I gently lifted her snow-white body and placed her on the sofa. Her body writhed, her large, watery eyes shooting me beams of fiery passion, eagerly awaiting my arrival. I pounced on her, unleashing an unprecedented storm, a long-brewing volcanic eruption, the roar deafening, the barrage deafening, leaving everyone thrown about, the sky darkening. The sounds of flesh rubbing together, skin slapping against skin, the creaking of the sofa, the man's panting, and the woman's moans blended together like a grand symphony, a symphony only fit for the heavens. The fierce battle raged from six o'clock in the afternoon until the next morning, still evenly matched. The battlefield shifted from the living room sofa to the carpet, and then to the soft bed in the bedroom. At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the two combatants, still tightly entwined, awoke from their deep sleep, they went hand in hand to the bathroom to shower and clean up the battlefield. Another intense water fight began in the bathtub… … Three days, neither long nor short. During these three days, the two combatants remained locked in combat. Waves of climax followed one after another, tremors one after another. They fought and slept, even in their dreams they clung tightly together, as if afraid the other would escape. For three days, they never separated, only eating simple food when necessary to replenish their energy. The victory was glorious; both were very satisfied, beaming with joy and radiant with happiness. A month after the eighth crystallization, my aunt whispered shyly beside me, "Darling, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my body." I stroked her face and asked with concern, "Are you sick?" She said mysteriously, "No, it seems I'm pregnant. My period hasn't come this month, and I often feel nauseous and vomit. It seems I'm pregnant." "Congratulations on becoming a mother soon!" I cupped her face and kissed her lips, saying, "It seems Uncle's return this time has really been successful." Her face flushed and she said, "It's definitely not his achievement, but yours." I said doubtfully, "Really?" "How could it not be?" she whispered, "Have you forgotten that I got my period five days after he left? The few days he was home were exactly the safe period, so we can be sure it wasn't his, but yours." I asked anxiously, "Oh dear! What should we do!" She pressed her face against my chest and said softly, "Ahua, I've longed for a child so much, but your Uncle has been unable to get me pregnant for so many years. Now you've finally made my wish come true, and I have to thank you properly!" I asked anxiously, "What will Uncle say when he finds out?" She laughed and said, "It's alright, I can write to him and say that I haven't had my period since he left. He'll be overjoyed, why would he doubt me?" "That's wonderful!" I hugged her and kissed her repeatedly, "I can be a father!" She laughed happily and joyfully, her laughter so carefree and content. ... After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born smoothly—a very beautiful girl who looked exactly like my aunt. I was overjoyed to become a father, dancing with happiness. Every time my uncle came back, he would hold the baby close, his joy was understandable. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away in a maritime accident. My aunt and I were both deeply saddened. After we finished handling the funeral arrangements, we returned home. My aunt threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "Ahua, you're my only family now. Don't abandon me." I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears, and softly said, "Auntie, I'll never leave you!" She said, "I'm afraid you'll abandon me after you get married!" I said, "I won't get married; I'll stay with you forever!" She said, "How can that be? You need a home!" "Let's sit down and talk," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. She turned and sat on my lap, nestled in my arms. I continued, "Auntie, don't I already have a family? You're my wife, and we have children. Why do we need to get married again?" "But in front of

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