The most wonderful taste in the world (01-12) (The End)

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(I) A Fleeting Glimpse
After the autumn rain, the air in the mountains was exceptionally crisp, and the sky was a clear, bright blue.
The sunlight was also clear, warm but not ostentatious.
Almost the entire village, young and old, had already gathered on the road at the village entrance.
A car slowly came to a stop, and my uncle, whose memory of him was already hazy, got out first and ran over to pull the other door handle.
The car door opened, and a slender, bright red high heel slowly emerged, revealing a delicate, smooth, and slender ankle, exceptionally dazzling. Then, a fair, jade-like leg gently stretched out.
When Xia Qiu, supported by her uncle, crawled out of the car and stood smiling on the still-wet ground, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent. I seemed to hear people holding their breath and breathing softly.
All eyes were on Xia Qiu's pretty oval face. She had bright eyes and white teeth, a straight nose, skin like solidified cream, eyebrows like crescent moons, and eyes like black lacquer.
Her flowing, straight hair, her high, slightly heaving chest, and her radiant smile made her shyly greet everyone.
A well-fitting red cheongsam accentuated her tall, slender figure, outlining her incredibly thin waist, graceful curves, and slightly upturned hips.
At the slit of the cheongsam were her fair, long, and straight legs.
The autumn sunlight shone on her delicate legs, making the fine downy hair and pale blue veins seem almost visible. With
each graceful step, she swayed with captivating beauty, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
I was mesmerized.
For the first time, my dormant male consciousness, long since slumbered, was so clearly awakened, and from that moment on, it was uncontrollable.
"Zhewa, what are you standing there for? Come here!" My mother's voice interrupted my thoughts.
There was still a short path from the village entrance to my grandmother's house, muddy and impassable from last night's rain—a path unsuitable for summer and autumn.
My uncle, wearing glasses, stood beside Xia Qiu, who was nearly 1.7 meters tall, looking so thin and helpless.
Fortunately, the adults had anticipated this situation the night before and agreed that I would carry Xia Qiu home.
Rural life had shaped my robust physique.
And as the only underage male in the family, this arrangement seemed reasonable.
I took off my shoes and handed them to the neighbor's child, rolled up my trousers, blushed, and walked to Xia Qiu, bending down without a word.
Xia Qiu climbed onto my shoulders, her hands gently wrapped around my chest.
I straightened up, saw my uncle's grateful and encouraging gaze, put my hands behind Xia Qiu's bottom, gently pulled her up, steadied my slightly trembling body, and trudged into the mud.
Xia Qiu's soft, full breasts pressed naturally against my back, and my hands touched the delicate, smooth skin at the slit of her cheongsam.
She exuded a warm, alluring aura, an indescribable, captivating sensation for me.
It was the first time I'd ever touched a strange woman's skin; my heart pounded, and I was drenched in sweat.
Xia Qiu, perhaps sensing my exhaustion, gently whispered in my ear, "Walk slowly, no rush."
Her breath was fragrant, a delicate scent wafting towards me. I felt as if in a dream, my mouth dry, unable to utter a word.
I truly wished this journey would never end.
When I put Xia Qiu down, seeing my sweaty face, she took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe it for me, saying to my uncle with a mixture of tenderness and reproach, "Look how tired you are, child."
The handkerchief also smelled wonderfully fragrant.
Embarrassed, I instinctively flinched, then, trying to smooth things over, stammered, "The handkerchief smells so good."
Xia Qiu smiled gently and said, "If you like it, you can have it."
I took the handkerchief and ran away shyly.
It was a clean white square handkerchief, embroidered with a pool of tranquil autumn water and two mandarin ducks playing.
Throughout my uncle's wedding, I stayed far away.
I so longed for, yet feared, Xia Qiu's gaze.
That night, I kept the handkerchief on my face, inhaling its faint fragrance—Xia Qiu's scent.
Several times I woke up, my first instinct was to look for the handkerchief.
That same night, I had my first wet dream.
(II) A Teenage Heart
I saw Xia Qiu again a year later in autumn.
I had suddenly transformed from a mischievous country bumpkin into a diligent and hardworking teenager, and had been admitted to the best key high school in Shuishi—the only one in the entire town.
No one knew the secret behind this miracle—it was Xia Qiu, my aunt.
She opened a window for my naive heart, allowing me to glimpse the beauty of the outside world, which sparked a strong yearning and generated extraordinary motivation.
During that year, I dreamed of Xia Qiu day and night.
Every night, her beautiful, delicate face, alluring curves, and long, fair legs would repeatedly appear in my mind. I could almost smell her faint fragrance, and feel the warmth of her skin. This was accompanied by the repeated swelling and impending ejaculation of my little brother.
But my uncle rarely came home.
After my grandparents passed away that year, they never returned.
The villagers often gossiped that although Xia Qiu was just a nurse at my uncle's hospital, her father had once held a high-ranking position in the provincial capital. How could he possibly be interested in these peasants from the village? That's why he avoided them.
The hearts of rural boys are often filled with inferiority and sensitivity, especially when facing their goddess-like aunt.
But I desperately wanted to see her.
I thought to myself, if I could see her, be close to her, I would willingly be her slave, willingly endure all the hardships of this world, including her contempt, disdain, and even insults.
"Xiao Zhe's here! Come in quickly!"
Xia Qiu opened the door, her face beaming with the smile I'd dreamt of a thousand times, instantly dispelling my nervousness.
In this small riverside town, the early September heat was intense.
Xia Qiu wore tight black shorts and a black t-shirt, her hair pulled back and tied up.
Her fair face was flushed, and her breasts, encased in the tight t-shirt, rose and fell slightly.
Her long legs, visible beneath the shorts, appeared even more slender and straight, and the black clothing accentuated her dazzlingly white skin, adding a touch of allure to her beauty.
My face flushed, and I dared not look her in the eye, shyly greeting her, "Hello, Auntie!"
She noticed my awkwardness, gently patted my shoulder, and smiled, saying, "You've grown taller and more handsome in a year! Why are you still so shy? We're home now. I've even tidied up your room upstairs."
I gratefully followed Xia Qiu into my uncle's courtyard. A large, old camphor tree with lush branches came into view.
Beneath the tree, in a wheelchair, sat an elderly woman with a full head of white hair, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper.
This was Xia Qiu's grandmother. She was neatly dressed, with a kind face, and greeted me with a smile. Her words were indistinct, but warm and friendly.
Directly opposite the gate was my uncle's two-story house.
The first floor had a living room, my grandmother's bedroom, and a kitchen. A simple, middle-aged woman in a floral dress was busy in the kitchen; this was Zhang Ma.
There was also a large room on the first floor. Against one wall was a large treadmill, and against another wall was a huge mirror. Directly opposite the window was a black piano.
Xia Qiu said this was her gym, where she had just been running.
The bathroom was also on the first floor, accessible by a narrow, sloping staircase leading to the second floor. The lighting was dim, and the staircase was only wide enough for one person to walk on.
Xia Qiu enthusiastically led me on a tour. Following behind her, I watched her slender waist and the full, pert buttocks encased in tight black shorts. With each step up the stairs, her hips swayed, and my lower body involuntarily hardened.
On the second floor, near the stairwell, was a study. Further in was a small bedroom with a single bed covered in a floral patterned bedspread. The floral quilt was neatly folded, and a small desk and a cabinet against the wall—that was my room.
Opposite the study was the large bedroom, naturally my uncle and aunt's love nest. Next to it was a small bedroom with cartoon wallpaper. Xia Qiu said, "This is the future baby's room," a blush spreading across her face.
When my uncle returned from work, Aunt Zhang had already prepared a sumptuous meal.
The family ate and chatted, the atmosphere lively.
My uncle and aunt were overjoyed that I had been admitted to the best high school in Shuishi, praising and encouraging me incessantly.
Xia Qiu's appreciative gaze made me feel incredibly smug and satisfied.
(III) Autumn Colors
in the Boudoir After settling Grandma Xia to bed, Zhang Ma went home, and we all went to our rooms to rest.
Now, my dream goddess was just a step away, separated from me only by two doors.
I lay in bed, and everything from the day flashed before my eyes.
My aunt was so beautiful, kind, and elegant, like a pure white lily, or a piece of flawless crystal. She was so good to me.
I felt ashamed of my shameful thoughts.
I thought I must settle down, study hard, get into university, and repay her in the future.
My thoughts wandered, and before I knew it, the night was deep. It
was past midnight, and I still couldn't sleep, so I decided to go to the study to read .
I gently pushed open the door and saw a sliver of light coming from the crack in the door of the master bedroom.
They're still awake, I thought, when I faintly heard noises and laughter.
Without thinking, I unconsciously took off my shoes, quietly walked forward, and listened intently through the door.
"You're so annoying, you're making me so itchy," Xia Qiu's voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of what rural people often call "playful" or "seductive."
My heart leaped into my chest. I held my breath and listened intently. A rustling sound came from behind me.
"Little baby, little baby, get up quickly," it was still Xia Qiu's voice, playful.
"Honey, let me kiss it," it was still Xia Qiu.
Then came the sound of a kitten licking paste, and my uncle's increasingly heavy breathing.
A moment later, there was a "thump," the sound of my uncle turning over, pulling at his clothes, and Xia Qiu's coquettish voice, "Be gentle, you're hurting me."
"Oh," Xia Qiu's cry was soft and gentle, like a long sigh of relief.
Then came the shaking of the wooden bed and the two of them panting.
During my third year of junior high, I had also read a few erotic novels under the guidance of my classmates, so I roughly understood what was happening on the other side of that door.
"Oh...oh..." Xia Qiu's moans grew louder and more frequent, drowning out her uncle's heavy breathing.
"Husband, you're so good..."
"Husband, your thing is so amazing..."
"Husband, am I tight down there? Is it hot? Are you comfortable?"
Her aunt's words increased, and I, standing outside the door, felt my ears burning and my heart pounding; my penis was already erect.
"Husband, don't stop, hurry...hurry..."
her aunt cried urgently, the bed shaking faster, followed by her uncle's heavy "Ah...ah...ah...", and everything stopped abruptly.
It had only been two or three minutes.
"Why did you stop? I was almost there," Xia Qiu said coquettishly.
"Sigh," her uncle sighed deeply, "I'm sorry, Qiu'er, I've been too tired these past few days."
"It's okay, husband was already very good today. You know, I'm not the kind of woman with a strong desire," Xia Qiu's voice was broken, but her tone returned to calm and gentleness, "Hold me."
"Let's go downstairs and wash up," Xia Qiu said after about ten minutes.
"Go ahead, I'm sleepy, Qiu'er," her uncle said lazily.
"Alright then," I said, quickly slipping into the study next door as I heard Xia Qiu getting up and dressing.
There was no bathroom on the second floor, and with the weather still hot this time of year, everyone went downstairs to get up at night.
Xia Qiu's footsteps faded at the top of the stairs, slow and somewhat weak, and a strange pang of tenderness welled up inside me.
Although I didn't know much about matters between men and women, I could sense Xia Qiu's disappointment.
On the other hand, the fact that this goddess, so pure and almost immaculate in my heart, could make such lewd noises shocked me, and also stirred a strange anger within me.
The beastly desires I had been suppressing reawakened within my young body.
The night was extremely quiet, with snores coming from her uncle's bedroom.
I felt a pang of disgust and stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the light shining from the bathroom at the bottom and listening to the sound of running water.
I imagined Xia Qiu inside, naked, washing herself under the showerhead; perhaps she'd forgotten to close the door.
I thought of scenes from erotic novels I'd read, and I wanted to rush down… but I didn't have the courage. My goddess-like aunt, my aunt who cared for me like a mother, my aunt who accepted me into this family—I couldn't.
Reason and lust were locked in a fierce battle, but my feet wouldn't obey my brain; I instinctively moved down, each step so heavy.
About a third of the way down, the bathroom door creaked open.
I froze, completely helpless, standing motionless.
Xia Qiu turned off the light, head down, and walked up the stairs. I called out, "Auntie," my throat dry.
Xia Qiu was startled: "Xiao Zhe, you're still awake?"
"I need to use the restroom," I said, trying to hide my panic, pretending to rub my eyes.
"Oh," Xia Qiu said, looking down as she approached .
She was wearing white panties that seemed barely able to contain her full buttocks, and her large
breasts were practically spilling out from her white tank top. I stood against the wall, making way for her, but secretly leaning forward.
Xia Qiu walked past, and through her thin tank top, her soft, large breasts brushed against my chest—it felt wonderful.
My penis was hard as iron, and she must have felt it.
She glanced back at me, her cheeks seemingly flushed, and without a word, hurried towards the bedroom.
Entering the bathroom, the steam in the shower hadn't dissipated.
Under the sink, in the laundry basket, I saw a pair of pure black silk panties.
Picking them up, they seemed still slightly warm.
Looking closely, I noticed something sticky and damp around her genitals, and a single, curled, pale yellow hair.
That was Xia Qiu's bodily fluids; that was Xia Qiu's pubic hair! I was so excited I almost fainted. I pressed the condom to my nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent smell.
In the nearby trash can, I made another discovery—a pink condom, knotted, filled with milky white semen.
Good heavens! This condom had just been inside Xia Qiu; its outer surface still bore traces of his fluids.
My hands trembled as I touched it, then untied the knot, poured out the semen, turned the condom inside out, and slipped it over my rock-hard penis, the tightness causing a sharp pain.
Ignoring my disgust at another man's semen, I quickly washed the outside, sucked on Xia Qiu's underwear, and began masturbating.
Actually, I didn't need to masturbate at all; Xia Qiu's image flashed through my mind, and streams of thick, hot semen gushed out.
After calming down, I tied the condom in a knot and threw it into the toilet.
As for the pubic hair, I carefully took it back and tucked it into my diary.
(IV) A Passionate Collector
High school life was intense, with only half a day off each week.
I only stayed at my uncle's house for one night on the one day of the month off. As
a country boy visiting the city for the first time, I realized even more strongly that only by studying hard could I change my destiny.
Because of my diligence, and perhaps because of my natural talent, my grades were excellent; I ranked fifth in the grade in the monthly exam, and soon became the Youth League secretary.
Xia Qiu came to visit me at school a few times, bringing food and daily necessities.
After autumn arrived, she even took me to the mall to buy a jacket.
I refused to accept it, but she insisted that I try it on, and exaggeratedly said while looking me over seriously, "Xiao Zhe, you look so handsome in this jacket! My heart is racing!"
A joke, but it touched my hidden "heart," and my face flushed.
I increasingly felt her kindness, and unconsciously, I grew closer to her.
On the eve of the new millennium, the campus was filled with joy.
It was late. Looking at the dazzling fireworks outside the window, I suddenly missed Xia Qiu terribly. I wondered what she was doing. Her image floated before my eyes—her shapely body in a tank top and shorts—and the echoes of her moans from that night resonated in my ears.
Was she undressed and making love to my uncle in bed right now? Was she still making those seductive sounds?
Suddenly seized by an impulse, I went to the newly installed IC phone on campus and dialed my uncle's number for the first time.
"Hello…"
Xia Qiu's voice was languid.
"Auntie, it's me, Xiao Zhe…"
I feigned calmness, my heart pounding, my penis hard.
"Xiao Zhe," Xia Qiu raised her voice, a hint of surprise mixed with delight.
"How are you? Still awake so late?"
Xia Qiu asked.
"I'm fine. Oh, it's almost the new millennium, the school's quite lively. I'm making a call to wish you and Uncle a happy new millennium!" I said.
"Really? Thank you so much, I completely forgot," Xia Qiu said happily. "Your uncle is on the night shift and hasn't come home yet. I was watching TV and almost fell asleep."
"Oh."
"You silly child, why don't you come home more often?" Xia Qiu said wistfully.
"..." Hearing her say that, I was naturally delighted, but I was momentarily speechless. Making conversation, I asked, "Auntie, do you have an email address?"
I had recently learned to use the internet and registered an email account, finding it quite interesting.
"Yes," Xia Qiu said, "I just registered, and I haven't received any emails yet.
" "Really? Then I'll send you one in a bit," I said.
After hanging up, I climbed over the wall out of the campus and headed straight to an internet cafe.
I opened my email, selected an e-card featuring a classical beauty enjoying autumn by a lake, and wrote in the message: "May you be as vibrant as summer flowers, as serene as autumn leaves, wishing you beauty for a thousand years, happiness for a thousand years!" I sent it right at midnight.
Three days later, I received an email from Xia Qiu, also containing a few words of thanks and blessings.
From then on, we often exchanged emails.
Xia Qiu was a good writer; her words of care, blessings, or expressions of her feelings, a few lines or a poem, were the only things that brought me joy and comfort in my monotonous life.
By the end of the second semester of my junior year, I had received thirty-seven emails from her.
Because of my good grades, after half a semester, I gradually became more confident and cheerful, and I visited my uncle's house more often, eventually even every week.
My uncle was very busy, so Xia Qiu and her grandmother were home most of the time, and I got used to spending time with them.
Xia Qiu loved literature and art, and we had many common topics.
As the weather gradually warmed up, the three of us would often sit in the yard to cool off after dinner. Sometimes I would read poems or novels to Xia Qiu.
She would lean back in her wicker chair, fanning herself with a paper fan, her slender, fair legs languidly crossed—she looked incredibly beautiful.
Xia Qiu also loved sports, and in her spare time, she would run and dance at home.
Her tight-fitting athletic shorts and tank top accentuated her stunning figure; she was a sight to behold.
Once, she noticed me staring at her, blushed, and scolded, "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at a pretty girl!"
I said, by which time we were already quite familiar.
"You're so young and already behaving badly. Do you even know what a pretty girl is?" she said.
"Someone like your aunt. Your aunt is the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Then where am I beautiful?"
She relaxed, somewhat smugly.
"Beautiful face, beautiful temperament, beautiful smile, youthful beauty," I said shamelessly, "and even more beautiful figure, curvy figure, slim waist, long legs, so very feminine!"
"Get lost!" Xia Qiu blushed, pretending to be angry, "You little pervert, you even know these things?"
She also liked to play badminton, swim, or go shopping.
But her uncle was only focused on his medicine and had no interest in these things.
Xia Qiu had a unique background, an extraordinary appearance, a cold exterior, and was not good at socializing. She had almost no friends in Shuishi, so she gradually got used to taking me with her, which made me extremely happy.
When she played badminton in shorts and a t-shirt, she exuded incredible sexiness and vitality.
When she walked arm in arm with me in the mall, I could smell her warm, fragrant scent, and my arm would occasionally touch that soft mound of her chest.
When she was happy, she would also hold my hand.
Her fingers were soft, slender, and seemingly boneless.
Sometimes, I even had the illusion that we were the couple, and her uncle was our parent.
Of course, I was even more looking forward to swimming with her.
Xia Qiu had a fantastic figure and often wore a two-piece black bikini.
She had a high, firm bust, a deep cleavage, snow-white skin, an incredibly slender waist, long legs, and a graceful, swaying bottom as she walked proudly along the poolside, always attracting the attention of every man in the pool.
Soaking in the slightly cool water, my little brother couldn't help but stand erect, paying homage to her.
Once, I went into the water first and pulled Xia Qiu down the ladder, but somehow she missed a step.
I quickly caught her, taking the opportunity to hug her, holding her soft, beautiful body in my arms, and casually touched her pert bottom.
She realized what I meant, blushed, and pushed me away.
We had several similar intimate encounters, and I gradually grew bolder.
Another time, she rested on the poolside, her elbows propped against the wall.
I was talking to her, slowly walking behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and tentatively pressing myself against her from behind.
At first, she didn't pay attention, but gradually she pressed closer and closer, until my little brother was pressed against the middle of her full buttocks. Xia Qiu blushed, turned around, pushed me away, and said coquettishly, "You little rascal!" She hit me a few times with her little fists, but her girlish demeanor only made me more alluring.
Another time, we were walking on the street when we ran into a distant relative she hadn't seen for over ten years. The relative first praised Xia Qiu for growing into a beautiful young woman, then looked at me and said, "Is this your boyfriend? He's a handsome young man, a perfect match!"
Xia Qiu blushed again and said shyly, "What are you saying? He's my nephew!"
"Really? You have a nephew?" the person asked, looking surprised.
"Yes, of course, I'm so old," Xia Qiu said, trying to calm her earlier overreaction, jokingly exaggerating.
"Auntie, how come you look old?" I said seriously after the person left, "You're so beautiful. I think you're about the same age as the girls in my class, and you're a million times prettier than them."
"You're being cheeky again," Xia Qiu said with a laugh. "It's all your fault, calling me 'Auntie' all the time, making me feel old."
"Then I won't call you 'Auntie' anymore," I said, seizing the opportunity. "I'll call you 'Sister' from now on.
" "You're so disrespectful," Xia Qiu paused for a moment and said, "But when I'm with you, I really don't feel like an elder. How about this, when we're alone, you can call me 'Sister'."
"Sister!" I jumped up happily.
From then on, I called her 'Sister' when we were alone.
This was our secret; even my uncle didn't know.
We had many other secrets, some of which were initially just my own.
For example, on weekends when Xia Qiu and my uncle both worked the night shift, I would stay in their bedroom and watch my uncle's collection of adult films all night long.
Another example was that I had examined every piece of underwear in Xia Qiu's wardrobe and, over nearly two years, had used almost all of her underwear to masturbate.
But my biggest secret was still collecting items related to Xia Qiu.
Everything about her fascinated me. Every time I went back, I would go to great lengths, rummaging through every trash can in the house, searching for any trace of Xia Qiu.
Slips of paper she had written on, hair ties, hair clips, headbands, trinkets, combs, handkerchiefs, socks… all became my carefully treasured possessions.
I found all her negatives, developed them, and made a thick photo album.
I once found two pairs of her underwear in the trash can: a black thong and a light blue brief with cartoon embroidery.
Even more shameless, I also collected four condoms they had used.
Every time I saw Xia Qiu's discarded underwear in the bathroom, I would examine it carefully, and finding pubic hair was like finding a treasure.
In short, everything related to her was the best refuge for my unrequited love.
These things, except for the condoms and pubic hair, were tucked into my locked diary.
The rest were kept in a cardboard box on my bedside table, covered with a few books as a disguise.
In the stillness of the night, I take it out, caress it gently, and suck on it, feeling the warmth and scent of summer and autumn, feeling as if it were right beside me.
(V) A Blessing in Disguise
The market in early summer was already hot, with cicadas chirping and people sweating profusely.
In the afternoon, everyone went back to the dormitory to take a nap.
It was a Friday, and I went to the toilet after lunch and returned a little late.
The other five people in my dormitory were already lying down, chatting and laughing.
Only one classmate, who was usually mischievous and nicknamed Little Fatty, was leaning against the headboard of my upper bunk, rummaging through the cardboard box next to my pillow.
"Little Fatty, come down here!" I was startled and called out urgently from below.
"What's wrong? I'm just staying in your precious spot for a while, why are you making such a fuss!"
"Come down here, did you hear me?"
I pointed at him angrily and jumped up to pull him.
"Hehe, why are you so nervous? Do you have some secret?"
Little Fatty's roguish nature came out. He moved to the other side of the wall to avoid me and actually went to lift the lid of the box.
I rushed up the ladder to stop him, but he grabbed the box and jumped onto the adjacent bed, yelling, "What treasure? Why are you being so mysterious?"
I chased after him, but it was too late. The chubby guy had already opened the lid, grabbed the black thong, and was twirling a finger in the air, grinning wickedly, "You perverted scoundrel, stealing a woman's underwear!"
"You're talking nonsense!" A surge of anger rushed to my head, and I yanked the chubby guy down.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground, scattering the small items from the box everywhere, attracting everyone's attention.
Enraged, I pinned the chubby guy to the ground and unleashed a barrage of punches until blood trickled from the corner of his eye.
If it weren't for the classmates who were watching pulling me away and helping Xiao Pang to the infirmary, I would have wanted to beat him to death.
The school bell rang, and the dormitory returned to silence.
I picked up my beloved belongings one by one, sitting on the floor clutching the cardboard boxes. My
mind was a mess, and I began to regret my actions. I thought the school might expel me.
But after thinking it over, I felt that none of that was really so scary.
I was just afraid that Xia Qiu would misunderstand, afraid of ruining my image in her eyes, afraid of destroying our beautiful relationship, afraid that she would never speak to me again.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
I don't know how much time passed before a classmate came to call me to the administration office.
Pushing open the door, I was surprised to see Xia Qiu the first thing I saw.
She was wearing a white dress, like a quiet lotus flower in summer, apologizing to the other child's parents and teachers.
I later learned that the school had contacted my family, and my family had naturally contacted my uncle. Since my uncle couldn't leave, Xia Qiu had come to the school.
Things went more smoothly than I expected. Xia Qiu gave Xiao Pang's mother 5,000 yuan on the spot, which was a considerable sum in Shuishi at the time, so the other party didn't pursue the matter further.
The teacher criticized me and ordered me to submit a self-criticism, and had Xia Qiu take me home to reflect deeply.
Xia Qiu pushed her bicycle, and I followed behind her, head down, looking lost and dejected, remaining silent the whole way.
When we got home, we sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room. Xia Qiu still had a stern face: "I heard you did this for a cardboard box... Is this it? Open it and see!" It was
the first time I had seen her so angry. I instinctively reached out to protect the box and stammered, "Sister, I'm sorry, but it's not what you think."
"Call me Aunt," Xia Qiu said angrily, "Open it!" Her tone was decisive and left no room for argument.
"You...you..." When those little things that originally belonged to her, especially that eye-catching black thong, were presented before her eyes, Xia Qiu was stunned, her body trembling slightly, pointing at me, unable to speak.
I apologized incoherently, desperately trying to explain, "These are all things you didn't want. I picked them up, I didn't steal them. When I'm alone, I miss my sister, no, I miss my aunt, so I collected these things. I didn't mean anything by it, I'm not a pervert..." I started crying as I spoke.
Xia Qiu flipped to the photo album at the bottom of the box, covered with the handkerchief she had given me two years ago.
Opening the album, the words "My love endures with the years" on the title page came into view.
She silently looked through the photos from her childhood, adolescence, and up to today, her expression gradually softening.
She pondered for a long time, then handed me the handkerchief to wipe my tears, her voice regaining its usual gentle tone. She said haltingly, "It's alright, it's alright...it's all in the past...I won't tell anyone about this..."
"Xiao Zhe's grown up. It's normal for a boy your age to be attracted to the opposite sex," she paused, a blush rising on her cheeks, then continued, "You used my underwear to masturbate...you took advantage of me at the swimming pool...I know everything...When you go to university and find a girlfriend, it'll all be fine...but you still need to restrain yourself now...If you really can't stand it, I can help you...but you have to get over it as soon as possible.
" "No, no," my face burned, but I still tried my best to argue, "I like you, sister, because you're so good to me. I came to Shuishi alone, and you cared for me, looked after me, treated me like a younger brother, like a good friend. I feel like you're the closest person to me..."
I tried to hide my true feelings. Somehow, I tried to attribute these inappropriate behaviors to love and affection. In my subconscious, I still vaguely felt that my desires for sex, especially for Xia Qiu, my aunt, were dirty, shameful, and even blasphemous.
"Alright...alright...I know, I consider you my best friend," Xia Qiu said with a smile. "But you shouldn't keep any of these treasures except for the photo album, or people will really think you're a pervert!"
I nodded at her, a hint of reluctance flashing in my eyes.
Xia Qiu reached behind her neck, took off the jade Guanyin pendant she was wearing, and handed it to me. "Here, I won't let you lose out. I'll trade this for you. My mother gave it to me when I was little, and I've worn it for over ten years. Now I'm giving it to you. When you miss your sister..."
I was extremely surprised and instinctively refused.
But Xia Qiu insisted on giving it to me and put it on me herself.
It was a thin, almost transparent light green jade, warm and delicate, carrying Xia Qiu's body heat.
My eyes welled up with tears again: "Thank you, sister. I will wear her for the rest of my life and cherish her..."
(VI) Dependent on Each Other
Xia Qiu's generosity, kindness, and innocence purified my heart, which had once been blinded by lust.
Wearing the jade Guanyin she gave me every day, feeling her kindness, those occasional inappropriate thoughts made me feel so ashamed.
I studied hard and restrained my youthful impulses.
I just wanted to watch her from afar, to love her carefully, and to protect her.
Even if she never knew, I would feel extremely happy in this life.
In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere of the final battle of senior year came.
During the summer vacation of junior year, we were also taking extra classes, called the short semester.
Because the school dormitory lights were turned off at 10:30 pm, in order to study for a longer period of time, or even stay up all night to make up for the missed classes, many students found places to stay off-campus.
I naturally went back to my uncle's house every day.
It was also during this time that I first heard Xia Qiu and my uncle arguing fiercely.
It was on the night of Xia's grandmother's funeral.
Grandma Xia passed away due to illness, a huge blow to the family, especially to Xia Qiu.
She had lost a lot of weight and looked extremely haggard; it broke my heart to see her
like that. Grandma Xia came from a fishing family by the river and had even participated in guerrilla warfare in her youth. She had a deep affection for this river and left a will stipulating that her ashes be scattered on it after her death.
After the funeral, her ashes were cremated, and someone was asked to choose a date for a river burial the next day.
After a busy day, I returned home and placed the ashes in the mourning hall in the main room. After
seeing off the last guests who came to pay their respects and help—my uncle and Uncle Cao, Xia Qiu's colleague—it was nearly midnight.
I went back to my room and fell asleep immediately.
I don't know how much time had passed when I was awakened by a scream from not far away.
Listening carefully, I realized it was Xia Qiu's voice coming from their bedroom.
I pushed open the door and saw that the light was still on in the master bedroom, the door only half-closed.
Xia Qiu roared, "How could you do this to me? Don't you have any conscience?"
"Qiu'er, don't be like this. Let me explain. The funeral is over. Tomorrow, Xiao Zhe will go with you to scatter the ashes. You can rest a bit. Besides, this way, we can both calm down. It's better for both of us."
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Go as far away as possible! Never come back!" Xia Qiu's hysterical voice was followed by the sound of things being smashed and the sound of wailing.
I didn't care about anything else and hurriedly pushed open the door.
I saw the two of them still in their daytime clothes, standing in front of the bed.
On the floor was a huge black leather suitcase, half-filled with clothes, the lid not yet closed.
"What happened?"
I asked anxiously.
Xia Qiu remained silent, her body trembling slightly. I had a strong urge to hug her tightly.
Looking at my uncle, I saw anger flashing in his eyes.
"Xiao Zhe, there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet," my uncle began, "My application to pursue a PhD in New Zealand has been approved. My flight is tomorrow."
"Uncle, couldn't you wait a few more days? After all, Grandma Xia just passed away, and Auntie is heartbroken. How could you be so heartless?" Facing this uncle, a generation older than me, outstanding, and the man whose beauty I had always coveted—his wife—I, who had been weak inside for over two years, couldn't help but question him today.
"The plane tickets were bought a long time ago, there's nothing I can do," my uncle said. "You don't understand adult matters, Xiao Zhe. After I leave, you must come back often and keep your aunt company!"
I vaguely understood, but over the years I'd had a feeling something was wrong between them, something more than just studying abroad.
Xia Qiu regained her composure, wiped away her tears, and said, "Don't say anymore, forget it, let him go, let him go."
It was a tone of utter despair, heartbreaking and painful.
The next morning, I woke up to find my uncle gone.
Xia Qiu and I took the urn to the riverbank, hired a small boat, and scattered Grandma Xia's ashes in the middle of the river.
Due to continuous insomnia, Xia Qiu's face was slightly yellow, her eyes swollen like light bulbs, and dark circles were prominent.
Dressed in mourning, she sat blankly at the bow of the boat, letting the river wind wash away her sorrowful tears.
I held her cold little hand, my heart filled with boundless tenderness.
A sudden feeling welled up inside me; I was a real man now, and from that moment on, I would never let her suffer even the slightest grievance again.
After returning home and tidying up, I ate a quick dinner. Zhang Ma had left—she had finished her job there.
With Grandma Xia gone and my uncle gone, the family no longer needed a caregiver for a while.
This once large house suddenly felt empty and desolate, and the feeling of mutual dependence between Xia Qiu and me grew even stronger.
"Tonight, I'll sleep in Grandma's room," Xia Qiu said, tears welling up again.
I gently put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Then I'll stay with you." She remained silent, got into bed fully clothed.
I turned off the light, sat on the sofa by the bed, held Xia Qiu's hand, and listened to her reminisce about her grandmother.
I learned that her life story was so tragic. Her father had been a young official in the provincial capital, and her mother was a dancer; they were once an enviable couple.
Unexpectedly, her father was too busy with his career to care for the family, and her mother, unscrupulous as ever, had an affair with her dance partner.
Unable to bear it any longer, Xia's father, in a drunken stupor, killed the illicit couple and then shot himself.
From that moment on, three lives were lost in one bed, a devastating tragedy. Young Xia Qiu also neglected her studies, returning to Shuishi with her elderly grandmother, where she attended a nursing school and became a nurse.
It was late at night, and Xia Qiu was exhausted. Her voice grew weaker and weaker, until her breathing became even.
I kissed her long eyelashes; they tasted slightly salty, probably from her tears.
I gently held her hand, letting my arm ache and remain motionless, afraid of waking her.
After what seemed like an eternity, my eyelids began to droop, and my head slumped against the bedside, startling Xia Qiu awake. She instinctively turned on the bedside lamp.
She seemed a little better, a long-lost blush even appearing on her face.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, with a touch of girlish shyness and languor, she asked shyly, "You've been sitting on the edge of the bed the whole time?"
"Yes," I said, "You slept so soundly."
"You haven't slept at all, really," she said, a little embarrassed, but her tone was full of affection.
She turned off the light and said softly, "Come up here!" Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
I felt like I'd won the lottery, my heart pounding with joy, but I tried my best to hide it and restrain myself.
I dared not do anything rash, afraid of leaving her with even the slightest bad impression.
I just wanted to maintain this hard-won beauty, like carefully holding a precious jewel.
I lay numbly beside her, gently holding her hand, and slowly felt my heart calm down, becoming at peace, and drifted into a deep sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw Xia Qiu's charming face right in front of me, staring at me.
Her face was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a faint, playful smile.
I rubbed my eyes, as if in a dream.
When I was fully awake, I realized that I was holding Xia Qiu in my arms, and my lower body was hard against her.
Instinctively, I tried to pull my arm away and stick my butt out to distance my penis from her.
Xia Qiu deliberately snuggled closer to me, grinning mischievously, and said, "Want me to help you with my hand?"
"No, no," I stammered, my face flushed, sweat beading on my brow. "I didn't mean to."
"Don't be nervous, it's okay. I'm a medical student; this is a normal physiological reaction."
"But really, sister, you know, I haven't masturbated since last time. I've really changed," I said calmly.
"You're such a good boy," Xia Qiu paused for a moment, quickly kissed my forehead, regained her composure, and said softly, "Xiao Zhe, thank you for keeping me company. I'm going to wash up now."
She got up and went upstairs to her bedroom first, only going to the bathroom a while later.
She didn't come out for a long time after that, and when she gestured for me to go to the bathroom, her face still seemed a little red.
Entering the bathroom, a delicate fragrance wafted towards me, intoxicatingly sweet.
On the washing machine lid, I immediately spotted two pairs of Xia Qiu's underwear: a pure white silk thong and a black lace thong.
There was also a note on them, written in Xia Qiu's delicate handwriting: "Xiao Zhe, thank you, thank you for your companionship all this time. You are already my best friend and the most important person in my life. Thank you even more for your love and respect; your restraint, beyond your years, moves me deeply. I'm a medical student, and I understand normal physiological reactions. I was so afraid you'd be holding it in, and I really wanted to help you more. But our insurmountable relationship prevents me from doing so. These two pairs of underwear are ones I just changed out of, specially left for you. I also sprayed perfume in the bathroom, and, and, I just masturbated..."
Sticky fluid still clung to the underwear's private parts.
I pinched it with my fingers, pulling out a thin, glistening thread.
I couldn't resist any longer and began to lick it frantically.
"Sister, sister, sister," I moaned softly, and thick streams of semen gushed out.
(VII) The Beauty's Tribulations
The extinguished flames of desire reignited.
Xia Qiu's message, "I just masturbated," shocked me greatly.
She also had sexual needs; I'd heard her moaning late at night. She actually masturbated, and told me about such a secret and shameful thing. She'd even hinted that she could help me… Clearly, she wasn't averse to me; perhaps she secretly longed to have sex with me.
Was I too foolish? Was I not brave enough? I even regretted not seizing the opportunity.
A woman's heart is unfathomable.
Xia Qiu, however, began to avoid me. She still left a pair of sexy underwear in the bathroom every week, but her attire at home wasn't as casual as usual; she even locked her bedroom door.
Occasionally, I'd try to be affectionate and hold her hand, but she'd push me away.
This troubled me greatly, and a hint of resentment began to grow within me.
I made an excuse that I had to go back to school to stay during the nights, and Xia Qiu didn't try to stop me.
Two weeks later, late one night, I dreamt that I was making love with Xia Qiu when my uncle suddenly appeared in front of me, then my mother appeared, then my deceased grandmother appeared, and a group of people pointed at me.
I woke up with a start, the past vivid in my mind, and a flood of memories overwhelmed me, making it impossible to fall back asleep.
It was just past midnight. I got dressed, climbed over the wall, and ran to my uncle's house.
I thought to myself, even if she's asleep, it would be good to see her window from downstairs.
Shuishi isn't big, and I arrived at my uncle's house in about ten minutes.
To my surprise, the courtyard gate was ajar, and the main room door was closed, but it didn't seem locked, with light shining through the crack.
How careless of me, I thought, as I entered the courtyard.
But I heard voices coming from the inner room, and it sounded like a strange man's voice.
My heart tightened, I took off my shoes, and tiptoed to the door. Peeking through the crack, I was stunned by what I saw inside.
Xia Qiu lay on the sofa, her mouth taped shut, whimpering pitifully. Her eyes were filled with terror, and tears of humiliation streamed down her delicate cheeks.
Her white t-shirt was bunched up at her chest, and her black bra had been ripped off, revealing her full, white breasts, like steamed buns, with incredibly rosy nipples. It was
the first time I'd ever seen Xia Qiu's breasts, the very thing I'd dreamed of a thousand times, and this was the scene I'd never imagined.
A filthy man held a knife to her face in one hand, while his other dirty hand roamed over her baby-soft skin, his mouth repeatedly kissing Xia Qiu's frantically twisting neck.
"Little wench, you're so hot, so white and tender, so fresh! Your man hasn't had a proper time with you, has he? Today I'll give you a good time," the man lewdly grinned. Xia Qiu struggled desperately, but to no avail. 　　I suppressed my urge and observed more closely. There was another man in the room, rummaging through the coffee table drawers.　 It turned out they
were robbing her and 　　assaulting her at the same time! I ran barefoot out of the courtyard gate, dialed 110 from the IC card phone booth on the street corner, and then sprinted back, kicking open the door to the main room. 　　Xia Qiu's shorts had already been pulled down; in her struggle, she rolled over and lay face down on the sofa, her black underwear also half-pulled down, revealing half of her buttocks—white, round, and bulging, accentuated by the underwear.　　　The thug had already pulled out his thick, hard penis and was thrusting it towards Xia Qiu's crotch. 　　I rushed forward and kicked him to the ground. 　　"Damn it, where did you come from, you little brat, daring to ruin my good time?" Another thug, seeing this, brandished a sharp knife and lunged at me, his eyes gleaming with malice. 　　A glimmer of hope flashed in Xia Qiu's tear-filled eyes as she struggled to stand, but was held down by the thug who had been on top of her. 　　He bound Xia Qiu's legs with duct tape, rendering her immobile, and then lunged at me again. 　　For me, simply stalling for time and waiting for the police to arrive was victory. 　　But facing Xia Qiu's expectant gaze, I don't know where the courage came from, I rushed forward to continue fighting the two knife-wielding thugs. 　　In the process of dodging, my arm was cut several times by the sharp knife, blood flowing freely. 　　Seeing my condition, the two thugs' eyes turned red, and they stabbed at me more and more fiercely each time. 　　Finally, I couldn't dodge in time, and a stab to the chest struck me. A wave of pain washed over me, my legs buckled, and I swayed and fell to the ground.　　　At that moment, I could faintly hear police sirens. I smiled and looked at Xia Qiu, then closed my eyes. When 　　I opened them again, everything around me was white. 　　Xia Qiu's face, which I had dreamt of day and night, gradually became clear. 　　She was wearing a light pink, well-fitting nurse's uniform and a nurse's cap, which made her look even more delicate and pretty.　　　"You're awake," she said softly, choking back tears, "You scared me to death!" 　　"Are you alright?" 　　I tried to speak, but my throat seemed unable to produce a sound; my voice was extremely weak. 　　"I'm fine," Xia Qiu fed me a sip of water, then continued, "It was only seven centimeters from your aorta... The doctor said you were lucky to survive... You were in a coma for three whole days after the surgery." 　　"If I could really die for you, it would be happiness," having survived this brush with death, I felt I had no more reservations. I stared at Xia Qiu and said, "But, sister, why are you avoiding me?" 　　"Don't say it... I know," Xia Qiu quickly covered my mouth, lowered her head, and tears fell like broken beads. 　　A drop landed on my lips; I licked it—it tasted salty. 　　"Sister, can you kiss me?" 　　I said as Xia Qiu changed my IV drip and was about to leave. 　　She quickly kissed my forehead, but I pretended to be a child and shook my head, pointing to my lips.　　　Xia Qiu was caught off guard, blushed, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and quickly kissed my lips. 　　"You little rascal," she said playfully, quickly getting up and leaving. 　　I savored that light kiss for a long time—soft, moist, and sweet—and my heart felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey.　　　After a week in the hospital, I used the excuse that the hospital was too crowded and I couldn't concentrate on my studies, so I insisted on going home. Actually, I wanted to be alone with Xia Qiu. 　　She took leave from work and spent her days cooking, making soup, giving me injections and IV drips. In her spare time, she would lean against the bedside and read to me, taking meticulous care of me. 　　In my heart, I had already considered Xia Qiu my woman and felt that I would possess her sooner or later, so I became more and more unrestrained. 　　"Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much," I would often pretend to be in a lot of pain and ask her for a kiss. 　　Xia Qiu would give me a light, fleeting kiss on the lips. 　　Once, I was fully prepared. When she kissed me, I hugged her tightly, my lips pressed together, and my tongue took the opportunity to probe inside. 　　She clenched her teeth and pushed me away with all her might, but I didn't succeed. 　　When she was getting injections, I would place my hand on her lower back, feeling her alluring curves.

The worst time was when, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Lu Shan's claws reached down her waist and grabbed her soft upper buttocks.
Xia Qiu was really angry this time, struggling fiercely and pinching me hard. She didn't speak to me for two days afterward.
(VIII) Birthday Gift
Time was too beautiful.
So much so that I wanted to stay in the hospital bed forever.
But I quickly returned to school because I had missed enough classes.
I returned to studying hard, but I missed Xia Qiu more every day.
The dormitory had a telephone, and I called Xia Qiu every day to ask what shift she was on.
If it was the night shift, I would go from school to the hospital to pick her up and then accompany her home.
I firmly believed that taking care of Xia Qiu was my lifelong responsibility.
Xia Qiu's birthday was in early autumn.
I had kept that day in my heart for two years, but because of my uncle, I only dared to secretly send her small gifts such as greeting cards.
This time, since my uncle left, I had secretly decided to give her a surprise.
So I made preparations early, saving a lot of money on meals, pocket money and scholarships.
"Happy Birthday!"
It happened to be a Saturday. Xia Qiu was working the day shift, and I was off.
I was wearing a crisp white shirt and crisp trousers, holding a huge bouquet of ninety-nine vibrant roses, practicing my smile over and over again by the door.
When Xia Qiu finally opened the door, she was speechless with surprise.
I had already bought food at a restaurant and ordered a large cake.
It was undoubtedly a delightful birthday dinner. Xia Qiu was very touched and happy. We even shared a bottle of red wine, and our conversation flowed freely.
She said she hadn't celebrated her birthday in years, and she had actually forgotten it was hers.
Around nine o'clock, I took the slightly tipsy, swaying Xia Qiu's hand and led her up the narrow staircase to the second floor.
My heart was filled with excitement and anticipation; I knew a second wave of surprise and emotion was about to wash over us.
Pushing open Xiaqiu's bedroom door, I saw a huge, vibrant red heart made of bright red rose petals arranged on the snow-white bed, looking exquisitely beautiful. Colorful lights flickered on the walls. I pressed the DVD player button, and Xiaqiu's favorite song, "Yesterday Once More," played quietly.
Xiaqiu couldn't hold back any longer; she buried her face in my shoulder and sobbed, choking out, "How can you be so good to me? How can you be so good to me?"
"Let's dance," she whispered in my ear after a long pause.
In those days, dancing was a popular social activity in Shuishi. I had seen my uncle and Xiaqiu dance in their bedroom.
"Wait a minute," I said, reaching out to put my arm around her waist, but Xia Qiu quickly walked to the bedside, opened the wardrobe, and said, "Help me pick out an outfit."
She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans that accentuated her long legs and curvaceous figure. She wore a white t-shirt, revealing a hint of her waist, her breasts high and full. Her face was flushed, and her watery eyes were filled with tender affection, her gaze dreamy—she had already captivated me.
But jeans were definitely not suitable for dancing, so I unhesitatingly chose the cheongsam she wore at her wedding.
Xia Qiu glanced at me thoughtfully and turned off the light.
In the flickering neon lights, to the soothing, slightly melancholic music, I gently placed my arms around her waist.
We moved slowly, our breaths close, yet neither of us spoke.
Unconsciously, we pressed closer and closer, my lower body hard against hers.
I pressed my face against Xia Qiu's, feeling her baby-soft, milk-scented skin, occasionally pecking at her cheek, kissing her hair, and nuzzling her nose.
I tentatively tried to kiss her lips several times, but Xia Qiu quickly pulled away each time.
"Sister, I love you, I really love you, I want to kiss you so much," I whispered in her ear, as if in a dream.
After a few more attempts, she playfully and lightly kissed me, her soft, smooth little tongue suddenly slipping into my mouth and then quickly withdrawing.
I could no longer restrain myself, and I turned Xia Qiu's head and kissed her.
My tongue forcefully pried open her tightly closed teeth, and also pried open Xia Qiu's heart.
She no longer resisted, and her fragrant tongue quickly and passionately intertwined with mine.
I looked at her sweet face, her closed eyes, her long eyelashes, and greedily sucked on her softness and her fragrance. My hands also roamed restlessly over her back, caressing the gentle curves beneath her cheongsam, her slender waist, and her pert buttocks.
In the hazy, panting breaths of Xia Qiu, I had already unbuttoned her cheongsam. My left hand explored downwards, while my right hand slid upwards along her back, quickly unhooking her bra.
I touched her breasts—full, firm, and soft—the tender homeland of my dreams, like her youth.
Xia Qiu's breathing grew heavier, and her cheongsam had slipped to the floor.
Half of her body was slumped on the bed, pressed against the luscious rose petals, her fair skin stained with the vibrant red of roses, the color of desire.
I took her pink nipple into my mouth, my hand tracing its way down the hills, through the thicket, and down the valley… She let out a soft "Ah," her body tensing.
I quickly removed all her clothes, and beneath her black lace panties, the mysterious valley came into view—that tender, clean, and white place, the thicket still sparse, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Xia Qiu murmured softly, her eyes glazed over, and the stream in the valley seemed to flow freely.
I quickly released all restraints, my enormous penis standing erect. A flicker of surprise crossed Xia Qiu's eyes.
As I caressed, kissed, and rubbed her, she clung tightly to me, her legs clamping around my thighs, her hips writhing, moaning softly. Her legs tightened, and I felt a surge of heat coursing through my thighs.
A moment later, I parted her legs, my rock-hard penis aimed at her womb, rubbing against her tender, moist petals, ready to plunge in.
Suddenly, she frantically grabbed my penis with one hand, murmuring, "No, we can't."
I was stunned; the pent-up desire burst forth.
I felt a surge of pleasure in my lower body, a wave of dizziness rushing to my head, and a torrent of fluid gushed forth.
It sprayed onto her lower abdomen, her hands, and onto her blood-red petals.
"Xiao Zhe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Xia Qiu hugged me, stroking my hair, sobbing uncontrollably, "But we can't, we really can't."
I was at a loss, burying my face between her breasts, only saying repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."
"I just saw Mom. I saw her before she died, her face covered in blood," she continued, her voice broken and intermittent, yet resolute. "Xiao Zhe, this is God's warning. We've gone too far. That day, when I saw you come to save me, taking a knife to my chest for me, I realized how deeply you were involved. I was so moved. I've long considered you the most important person in my life. I want to give you everything I have. But I'm your uncle's woman, your aunt, your elder. You can't enter my body, you can't, we'll be punished by God..." Her words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her.
"Sister, you're only four years older than me, and you've said we're best friends. I've always felt we're the same age. You and Uncle are husband and wife, but we're not related by blood. You know how much I love you. Since you love me too, why can't we be together?"
"Xiao Zhe, you know, I've imagined this before. If I had been born four years later, and I met you at school, I would have been your girlfriend; if you had been born four years earlier, wherever I met you, I would have been your wife; even if I were four years older than you, if we had fallen in love four years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated… But fate is cruel. I'm your uncle's wife. I really don't know how to face it, your uncle, your mother, your family, and I don't know how to face myself. I'm not a promiscuous woman; I hate promiscuous women. How could I let two generations of you enter my body…" "
You know my background. The image of my mother's death keeps flashing in my mind. I knew from a young age that I wanted to be a traditional, virtuous wife and mother, living a peaceful life… so I hid from you. But I never expected…" "I couldn't escape it after all. This day has come. What a sin, what a sin..."
I hugged her and cried too. "Sister, I won't put pressure on you, I won't hurt you, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. If you're willing, I'll take you far away and leave everything here; if you're not willing, just like before, let me love you from afar and silently, okay?"
"Don't say anymore, Xiao Zhe, leave me, I'm sorry!"
Xia Qiu turned away, saying sadly but resolutely.
It was late at night. I gently draped a thin blanket over her, kissed her forehead, and got up, feeling lost and dejected.
The delicate flower petals on the bed had already fallen into the mud under the crushing weight.
(IX) Love and Desire
Autumn was getting colder day by day.
My mood was like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, drifting alone.
I hadn't seen Xia Qiu for two months. She kept using the excuse of being busy at the hospital to stay away from home.
Sometimes when she came back and saw me, she would find an excuse to go out.
On the phone, her tone was aloof.
Every few days I would email her, pouring out my heart, begging her to go back to how things were before, but she never replied.
On the Saturday night before New Year's Day, I went home alone, overwhelmed by sadness.
Around 8 pm, I couldn't help but call the hospital.
This time, Xia Qiu's tone was brighter, even a little excited.
I begged her to come home, and unlike usual, she didn't hang up abruptly. She paused and said, "Why don't you come stay at the hospital? There are empty rooms tonight, and the heating's on tonight."
I felt like I'd been granted a reprieve, jumping for joy and running to the Shuishi People's Hospital.
It turned out Xia Qiu had a dinner party at work that night, and it seemed she'd had some alcohol; her youthful face was flushed and quite charming.
She settled me into a room and then left to go on duty.
I only hoped to carefully restore our previous relationship, daring not to be impulsive again. I
studied alone in the room and fell into a deep sleep.
There was no bathroom in the room, so I woke up at 11 pm and went to the toilet in the corridor.
Passing by the nurses' break room, I saw the door ajar, a dim light shining from inside. I faintly heard Xia Qiu's voice, and it vaguely reminded me of the sounds I heard coming from her bedroom at night when I first visited my uncle's house two years ago. I quickly pressed my ear to listen more closely.
"Stop it, be gentle..." Xia Qiu said softly, "Don't touch there..."
"Qiu'er, all these years, I've thought of you day and night..." It was Uncle Cao's voice.
"Mmm...mmm...gentle...no..."
Xia Qiu's soft moans and gasps.
I already knew what was happening inside.
You bastard Xia Qiu, using work as an excuse not to come home, turns out you're cheating on me here.
Damn it, poor me, still so devoted.
A surge of heat rushed to my head, and I kicked the door open with a "thump." I saw Uncle Cao, shirtless, on top of Xia Qiu, burying his face in her neck and breasts, kissing and licking her indiscriminately.
The two of them looked somewhat panicked when they saw me standing in front of the bed.
I yanked Cao off the bed and punched him hard across the face.
As I chased after him, he bent over, fastened his pants, and fled.
Xia Qiu, now dressed, stood before me, her once fair face flushed red, whether from shame or anger.
She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face, gritting her teeth, "What right do you have to interfere in my affairs? Who are you to me? Your uncle doesn't want me anymore…we have nothing to do with each other…get out, get as far away as possible…"
"How could you do this, how could you do this…" I pointed at her, my lips trembling, unable to speak.
My face burned, tears welled in my eyes, and my heart ached.
I slammed the door and left, hearing Xia Qiu's faint sobs behind me. My heart was filled with resentment. Bitch, slut, wicked woman… I sat in the internet cafe all night, then skipped class and lay on my bed in the dorm all morning, but my mind was in turmoil, I couldn't sleep, my head felt like it was about to explode.
"Ring ring," the dorm phone rang.
"Hello," I answered weakly, and that familiar voice instantly turned all my resentment into nothingness.
"Xiao Zhe… save me… come home…" Xia Qiu's voice was intermittent, weak and faint, as if it came from another world.
I hurriedly dialed 120 and ran home.
When I got home, Xia Qiu had already been loaded into an ambulance.
Her face was deathly pale, like a sheet of paper.
Dark red water mixed with blood was slowly flowing from the bathroom.
Xia Qiu had cut her wrists.
I turned off the bathtub faucet, knelt in the bloody water in the bathroom, and slapped myself more than a dozen times.
Stunned and speechless, tears streaming down my face—my love, how could I have hurt you so much? I'm not human! After the final exams, school let out for winter break.
I made an excuse about tutoring and told my family I wouldn't be going
home for the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, at dusk, I prepared dinner and went to the hospital to pick up Xia Qiu.
Amidst the continuous sounds of firecrackers and the brightly lit world, I held Xia Qiu's hand tightly the whole way, afraid of losing her again.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, the beautiful woman was haggard, her thinness only making her appear more delicate. A faint sadness lingered between her brows
, yet her face remained serene. "Xiao Zhe, I want to take a shower first; I smell like the hospital room," Xia Qiu said as usual, back in her familiar home, all the noise shut out. "Go to my bedroom and get some dried rose petals, and then bring me a bath towel."
I replied, and she smiled at me before slipping into the bathroom.
I came downstairs and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, but the door was only half-closed.
I peeked in and saw steam slowly filling the air. Xia Qiu's flawless body lay naked in the steam, the showerhead spraying water onto her shapely, tall figure, like a lotus emerging from the water.
She smiled slightly and waved to me, like a fairy descended from heaven.
A surge of heat expanded and rushed within me; I could no longer restrain myself. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and my little brother was already erect.
I pushed open the door and rushed forward, embracing Xia Qiu tightly.
Her lips were already pressed against mine, sealing my mouth, her nimble tongue darting between my teeth.
I turned my head to kiss her, my hands kneading her firm breasts, vaguely feeling them swelling and hardening.
Hot water rushed down, filling my mouth and nose.
But I didn't care, for I no longer needed to breathe, only to be with her.
Water streamed down her cheeks, making her flushed face glow.
I caressed her entire body, her mouth, nose, breasts, her private parts… She became excited and began to kiss me, from top to bottom.

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