Imperial Favor

The Emperor's Favor

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(I) A Pair of Breasts That Can Change Shape

My favorite concubines in the harem are listed one by one. First love is the most unforgettable, so Aunt Miao tops the list of my favorite concubines. My romantic history is well written. To tell you about my background, I am just a boy who failed in his studies.

I barely finished junior high school and went on to study in the real world. My parents hoped that their son would become a dragon, and they placed all their hopes on me. I let them down. My sister, who believed that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, graduated from university and is a senior executive in a listed company. She is a strong woman. I was outshone and did not perform well. I was born

with talent, and I rolled around in the world of love and romance. Every profession has its master. Because I have some understanding of the more than three thousand strands of hair on a woman's head, I quickly mastered the skills. In addition, I am very good at understanding women's thoughts. This is just as important as the skills. It allows me not only to straighten women's hair, but also to win their lonely hearts and thirsty bodies.

Now, I am one of the top hairstylists in the city.

The city's famous courtesans include ladies from prominent families, artists, singers, and powerful businesswomen; many have been captivated by my "riding skills" and taken to my "stables." This isn't a paid service; our bedroom activities are simply "friendship games" after work.

"Games" here refers to a ball game. I play with their breasts, and they play with my "boobs"—purely friendly banter, a game in nature. I run a hair salon, not a "brothel," and my professionalism is respected by my women, I must state this first.

The beauties under my stables are different from my "harem" of favored women. "Harem favored women" are those with whom I already have a very close relationship, even those with a formal status. For reasons not explicitly stated, only those women with whom I already have a very close relationship can be included in my "harem." To put it bluntly, or to be frank, it's an arrangement of strengthening family ties.

The first person I want to talk about is Aunt Miao. Our relationship was always incredibly exciting, like being completely naked and sizzling. Because she was my first love.

She was a "younger version" of my mother. My mother's name is "Ah Jiao," and hers is "Ah Miao," a few years younger than my mother. We share the same parents, but our personalities are completely different. She did everything my mother wouldn't do. She dressed sexily and fashionably, loved trendy gadgets and pop music, was playful and didn't study hard, and took me to "parties" and shopping. I idolized her during my teenage years, but my mother complained that she had a bad influence on me.

I grew up under the shadow of her cleavage.

When I was little, she would lean on me, her breasts, unbraced, tilting towards me from her low-cut neckline, as if about to spill water. Childhood photos show me like a little monkey, clinging to her long, slender legs under her miniskirt. Her skirt would flare out like a parasol, and I would crawl inside to block the sun. The first scent of womanhood I ever smelled in my memory was a recurring theme in my subsequent pursuit of romance.

Why is Aunt Miao the childhood playmate I remember? It's all thanks to my mother's arrangements. Whenever Aunt Miao visited, my mother would always send her to take me shopping. Aunt Miao's pair of beautiful, white legs were so dazzling that they would make my father stare at them with lust.

The summer before I entered sixth grade, I started to grow taller. Aunt Miao still treated me like a child, holding my hand as we went out. We seemed to have no generation gap, and even the neighbors mistakenly thought I was dating. I started staring blankly at the sexy bikinis on the beach, but she ignored me, instead revealing more and more of her figure, attracting men's attention. And in my nascent understanding, amidst the shimmering waves and swaying hips, I decided that my Aunt Miao was the most beautiful.

The most irresistible thing was her fiery red lips. The scorching sun and my fantasies about the female body made my lips dry and my mouth parched.

I told Aunt Miao, who was lying face down sunbathing, that I wanted some water. She didn't respond, seemingly asleep. I found a fountain and gulped down the water. Suddenly, a familiar little mouth appeared, spitting out water like a tongue of fire, and we drank together. My heart pounded unexpectedly, and my face flushed.

The owner of those red lips was Aunt Miao!

After drinking, she straightened up. Her two breasts, hanging heavily from her half-cup swimsuit, stretched out, almost like a wave crashing over us, before slowly rising, the ripples returning to their semi-spherical shape.

Casually, she tossed her long hair, adjusted her bra straps and the crooked cups, slightly calming the ripples of her breasts, and smiled sweetly at me.

I didn't understand what that meant; perhaps it was because she saw me blushing for her.

That night, I had a beautiful dream. In the dream, I didn't do anything; I didn't know anything about sex, meaning there was no scene of sex in the dream. Whenever I dream of her red lips, her beautiful legs, and her large, ever-changing breasts, I get excited and have wet dreams.

From then on, she became my dream lover, and I made love with Aunt Miao according to the plots in movies and erotic novels, until she made my dream a reality.

(II) Falling for the gorgeous scenery under her skirt

I was willing to be looked down upon by others. In my father's eyes, I was a good-for-nothing, a useless piece of trash. My mother always compared my academic performance with my older sister's, and I was simply not cut out for studying. I preferred to be a child who never grew up in front of Aunt Miao, worried that growing taller would mean losing many advantages. In fact, I knew more than my peers and had seen a lot of the world, thanks to Aunt Miao for taking me out to see more of the world.

Aunt Miao probably hadn't noticed that her little nephew was growing up day by day, and her curvaceous body would create all sorts of obscene fantasies for me. Moreover, her sexy clothes and appearance also aroused my curiosity about her mysterious female body.

What I don't understand is why Aunt Miao, my mom, and my sister are all women, but the colors of her underwear and bras are so alluring? And why are their styles so novel and eye-catching? Whether she wears a bra or not has become something I care about. Sometimes when she wears a bra, the cleavage between her breasts is deeper or narrower, and you can tell the difference at a glance. So, whenever I'm about to see her, I start to wonder what color her underwear is under her skirt? Is she going braless? Of course, I'll put in some effort to peek and check.

I prefer Aunt Miao not to wear a bra; when she walks towards me, her surging breasts crash against the shore, it's quite a thrill.

The best time to see her is when I'm teasing her and she throws a tantrum. She crosses her arms in front of her chest, looks serious, and scolds me, but she makes her large breasts appear even higher and more prominent.

When she scolds me, I don't look at her mouth; I just stare at her two nipples that seem about to burst out of her clothes at any moment. Her breasts, hanging on her chest, trembled with her tone and excitement, the pointed nipples like two bullets aimed at my eyes.

Of course, my little thing down there, receiving the signal from Aunt Miao's two peaks, immediately rose automatically like a car antenna, as high as its crotch allowed.

This punishment was something I had to fight tooth and nail to get; I didn't want her to stop. But Aunt Miao cursed and cursed, and seeing my grinning face, completely unrepentant, she realized she had fallen for my trick. I deliberately provoked her.

I wasn't worried about not finding a way to see what was inside her underwear. When she sat down, if she folded her legs, they would cross, drawing attention to that mysterious place under her skirt. Her two long legs, flowing upwards from her calves, would appear very sensual. I would rack my brains to find the right angle, usually admiring her beautiful legs from a low angle. My aesthetic sense was probably honed from that time.

Beneath her skirt, her snow-white buttocks were partially visible, pressed against the sofa's edge. A small strip of cloth covered her urination area, revealing the most visually appealing part of Aunt Miao's thighs.

If Aunt Miao sat still in that position, I could even see the tiny hairs peeking out. Her two jade-like legs were probably too long; sitting on my large sofa, she didn't know where to place them, often shifting their position. In that fleeting, sparkling moment, or if she inadvertently parted her knees, even just creating a small gap, the triangular piece of fabric deep within her thighs, whatever its color, would become the open mouth of a dragon in a deep pit, spewing forth a ball of fire, rushing straight at me.

Whether I guessed right or wrong, I was equally happy. Because the focus of this program wasn't on my predictions, but on the process of finding the answers.

My blatant peeping always displeased my nosy older sister. Whenever I was engrossed in watching, she would expose me in front of Aunt Miao and Mom, "Avi, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"I clearly saw you secretly looking under Aunt Miao's skirt. It's impolite to look at Aunt Miao like that."

"It's not you I'm looking at."

I didn't lower my head, so she complained to Mom. My mom spoiled me rotten and never scolded me. She'd glance at Aunt Miao, who didn't seem to mind and would sometimes smooth things over by telling me to go over to her.

My sister would pout angrily and say, "I don't have such a lewd brother." Aunt Miao's peculiarity was that she often took me along on her dates, making me the "third wheel" (meaning someone caught in the middle of other people's romantic encounters). Aunt Miao had many boyfriends, and I knew all of them, like butterflies flitting among flowers, pursuing her. My mom was worried that Aunt Miao would never get married and often asked me about her love life. Of course, while I knew who she was dating, I didn't really know who she was dating.

Aunt Miao's dates with her boyfriends were scenes that were inappropriate for children.

In the dark theater, her boyfriend would brazenly grope her long, bare thighs under her short skirt, or somehow slip his hand inside her bra, taking her full, soft breasts and kneading them. When I heard Aunt Miao repeatedly saying in her boyfriend's ear, "No, no, my little nephew is right here," I knew a good show was about to begin. No matter how stimulating or explicit the scenes on the screen were, they couldn't hold my attention.

I've seen a man before, and Aunt Miao seemed to really like him; she didn't say no, and even let him take off her underwear. This required Aunt Miao's full cooperation, shifting her hips to accommodate him. The man's hand lifted her skirt and probed deep into Aunt Miao's thigh, wriggling incessantly.

Aunt Miao's legs were spread open, as if she were enjoying being molested. In the light reflected from the screen, I saw a pair of dazed eyes, pretending to watch the show.

I once thought of a puzzle that tests intelligence. In the dark, can a woman identify who is touching her thigh by the touch of her palm against her skin? I really hope to have the chance to try it on Aunt Miao's thigh. That would definitely be very exciting.

That summer, the same summer I discovered Aunt Miao's fiery red lips, she asked me to accompany her to a friend's party at a secluded beach. They had rented a vacation home for a barbecue and dancing.

When we arrived, I noticed two of her boyfriends were there at the same time.

Previously, at these events, I only cared about eating my fill. Nosy people would come and ask me about my relationship with Aunt Miao. There was a rumor circulating that I was Aunt Miao's son. These people tried to subtly probe to find out the truth. When I told them the truth, they didn't believe me.

As for the party, before we even arrived, I sensed that Aunt Miao was a little nervous, unlike her usual cheerful self.

During the barbecue, when Aunt Miao saw the two men, she acted as if she'd encountered a nemesis and immediately tried to leave. The hosts seemed to have a lot of influence, keeping her there, and she didn't dare leave. Aunt Miao wanted me to sit next to her the whole time, grilling for her, while she just kept drinking beer. Aunt Miao was extremely cold towards her two boyfriends, refusing their advances and refusing to dance with either of them.

To avoid their harassment, she forced me to be her dance partner and dance with her.

I was ashamed to admit that I'd been to dances with Aunt Miao before, but I'd only ever eaten and drunk soda, never actually danced. I was too short; nobody paid me any attention, I could only watch from the sidelines.

Aunt Miao and I stood face to face. She noticed I'd grown a little taller since summer vacation started, still a head shorter than her, but I could reach her chest by standing on tiptoe. She pulled me closer, and when we were close, she placed my hands on her slender waist, telling me to hug her. She was wearing low-rise jeans, the waistband slipping down with each swing of her hips, and my hand took the opportunity to slide down, taking advantage of her slightly, touching a patch of smooth skin.

But before me, a pair of high, cloud-piercing peaks, impossible to conceal by a thin-strapped tank top, were meeting me at the closest distance I'd ever been since I first became aware of such things; my nose could practically sink into her deep cleavage. I saw her bra; it was a lace-trimmed bra, and I could see the entire outline of her breasts, concealed within the cups.

The air conditioner in the holiday home seemed listless, the loudspeaker volume was turned up to the maximum, and the singer's voice became hoarse. Aunt Miao's body temperature rose, pressing closer to me, sweat beading on her forehead and cleavage. Aunt Miao's breasts swayed to the music, and I danced in sync with their movements, surprisingly in sync. Aunt Miao wondered where I learned to dance. I said I learned by observation, memorizing the rhythms and movements whenever I saw others doing various dance steps.

And her breasts were giving me impromptu guidance on how to move forward and backward, swaying.

Her two boyfriends each held a beer bottle, constantly eyeing me menacingly. Aunt Miao tried to remain calm, glancing around every now and then, watching their actions. I thought, although I was enjoying dancing with Aunt Miao's large breasts pressed against my face, she couldn't dance with me all night to escape them, and I was tired too.

Just as I had this thought, the host stopped the music and announced the end of the party. He said the next act would begin. Every lady present had to sleep with a man, or else she would be arguing with him and angering him. All

the guests were couples. The host himself already had a female companion, leaving only Aunt Miao, her two boyfriends, and myself.

Clearly, the host was standing up for the two men, wanting Aunt Miao to confront them.

"Ah Miao, they are both old friends of mine, and you are good friends with them too. Whichever you choose, I'll be equally happy. I've reserved the best room and bed for you to enjoy," the host said to Aunt Miao with a smile.

Aunt Miao looked troubled and said to the party host, "Boss, we're out having fun, so we can't force ourselves. Could you allow me to skip this game tonight?"

"Ah Miao, do you think I'm putting you in a difficult position? You call me 'Boss,' don't you give me any face at all? This is our old rule, and you've been here before, so there's no reason to refuse. You have to choose one to sleep with. If someone doesn't get chosen, they can't blame anyone else. If you're upset, go home and cut yourself."

I had never seen anything like this before. Even at my young age, I could smell the tension. I was trembling with fear and felt the urge to urinate, so I leaned against Aunt Miao. She took my sweaty hand and held it tightly. She didn't even glance at the two men, and said to the one who gave the order, "You said I absolutely have to choose a man tonight?"

"As long as I choose a man to sleep with, you'll be satisfied."

"You're right. I need to clarify, in case you deny it. Sleeping means having sex with him. Do you understand? You've already done it before, tonight, for my sake, you can do it again." "

Okay, it's a deal." Aunt Miao's eyes swept over the two anxious men. Aunt Miao paused, looked at me, and then said to the eldest, "Tonight, I'll have sex with him..."

(III) That Summer I Suddenly Grew Up

"Ah Miao, do you want to 'play' with me? That little 'beard' hasn't even grown any hair yet, and you say you want to have sex with him?"

Aunt Miao said, "You said it, I can have sex with any man. Avi is a man, so I'll sleep with him tonight."

"Hehe, Ah Miao, you're really something. You'd rather sleep with your son than with those two. They're both so useless; I, as the eldest, can't help them. Fine, you've got a trick up your sleeve. Let's see what you two can do in bed tonight. We'll only stop when you've made them cum."

"You're done talking. Can we go into the room now?"

The two men were still unwilling to give up. One of them, whom I had personally witnessed Aunt Miao making him take off his underwear in the theater, said, "Ah Miao, are you really that heartless?"

The other one, wanting to bully me, walked up to me and said, "Wow, kid, your mother wants to sleep with you. Have you ever done it before? Do you want me to teach you how to sleep with your mother?"

Aunt Miao opened one jade-like arm and put it around me, saying to him, "How we do it is our business. Anyway, I'll show you something." I

had been drinking a lot of soda all night, and when someone offered me beer, I drank it too. I hadn't gone to the toilet, but I was already about to pee. Aunt Miao said she wanted to have sex with me. The boss's intimidating tone sent a chill down my spine.

They were calling my relationship with Aunt Miao an incestuous affair, which I felt was a huge insult and mockery to her. I wanted to defend her, to tell them, "Aunt Miao isn't my mother, don't say she wants to have sex with her son."

But I couldn't bear the conflict. When Aunt Miao held me in her arms, I felt a sense of mutual dependence and shared hardship. Instantly, despite trying my best to hold my breath, my bladder gave way, and I involuntarily urinated, a stream of hot urine soaking my pants.

The guy called the boss, who was looking me over, saw my desperate attempt to hold back my urine, and his excitement, like he was about to ejaculate, made him laugh even louder. He said, "Hehe, Aunt Miao, you're really something. Look at you, your pants are soaking wet, you've already ejaculated before even doing anything, very interesting. So clever. You two can enjoy yourselves tonight."

I had originally wanted to protect her, but instead, I had embarrassed Aunt Miao. I was truly ashamed to face anyone. Aunt Miao grabbed my hand and quickly ran to our room, locked the door, and only breathed a sigh of relief after listening for any noise outside. She knelt down, looked at my soaking wet pants, and said in an unusually gentle tone, "Avi, didn't that scare you?"

"No."

"I need your help with something. Would you do it for Aunt Miao?"

"Aunt Miao, I'll do anything for you."

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"I'm going to...do it with you."

"Have you ever been with a girl? Sigh, asking you is pointless."

"I have."

"You really have? With whom? Tell the truth."

"I...actually, I haven't had sex, I've only dreamt about it. But I know how, I can do it for you."

"Okay, let's try." Aunt Miao placed her delicate hand on my crotch and touched it. I sensed something was wrong, but she was very gentle and considerate, saying, "Take off your pants and get into bed." I asked her if I needed to take off my underwear. She said, "Take them both off." Suddenly, I felt incredibly embarrassed to expose my bottom in front of Aunt Miao.

Aunt Miao had watched me grow up; when I was little, she would watch me naked, changing my diapers, bathing me, and dressing me. Years later, my mind was filled with lewd thoughts about her, fantasizing about her naked and showing me her breasts. But the skills I practiced in my daydreams weren't real skills, and I didn't have the courage to take my pants off in front of her in person. And having sex in my fantasies didn't help; actually doing it would only make

me feel more embarrassed. Seeing that I didn't move, Aunt Miao gently said, "Avi, you're shy. Don't be afraid, Aunt Miao won't laugh at you. Come on, I'll take them off for you, like you did when you were little." She reached out and unbuckled my belt and waistband, pulling down my shorts and underwear together.

I stood there, my face flushed, my legs trembling. Aunt Miao held my wet underwear; my manhood, uncooperative, should have been proudly erect at that moment. But after urinating, it was so frightened that it turned into a shrinking turtle. She held the little thing in her delicate hands, held it, and said to the guy, "I want to use you. Don't be afraid, Aunt Miao won't eat you."

My crotch was empty, and that thing was limp. It would be embarrassing if Aunt Miao saw that it was a child's thing. I lowered my hands to cover it and turned away from Aunt Miao's face. I wondered to myself, would Aunt Miao take off her clothes in front of me? At that moment, I wished I could be like Superman, gain strength in the shortest time, and make that little thing stand up.

I turned around and climbed onto the bed. I took off the t-shirt that Aunt Miao hadn't told me to take off.

"You face the wall, close your eyes, and don't peek at Aunt Miao taking off her clothes."

I didn't know who felt more embarrassed, me or Aunt Miao. I did as Aunt Miao instructed and didn't think about peeking. Aunt Miao said as she took off her clothes, "I'll get into bed after I take off my clothes. Don't move."

The room light went out, and a warm breath brushed against my back. Slowly, Aunt Miao laid her naked body on her side on the bed, facing me. Her hand slipped between my thighs, grasping my penis and gently stroking it.

She felt my body stiffen, and her lips lightly touched my earlobe. My face immediately flushed, and my blood began to heat up. She whispered in my ear, "Avi, I want you to do something beautiful with me. I want you to come inside me and love me. Can you?"

"Aunt Miao, you're behind me, how can I...go inside...you?"

Aunt Miao turned me to her side. As I turned, my face was resting on her large breasts. She embraced me, trapping me between her long legs. After a while, the heat from her thighs catalyzed some kind of chemical reaction. The little thing pressed against the inside of her thighs reacted, beginning to heat up.

"Avi, you're almost there, just a little bit harder. Now, don't think about anything else, just think about how Aunt Miao loves you, and how you love Aunt Miao. You know what? People call what we do "making love." So, you have to love Aunt Miao a lot to do it well. Tell me, do you love Aunt Miao?"

"Aunt Miao, I love you."

"Avi, I love you too." Aunt Miao said, propping herself up, her breasts brushing against my face, her round buttocks facing the sky, as she leaned down, cupped my little thing, and gently pinched it. Her two fiery red lips descended from the air, gently sucking on it. As she sucked on my little brother, her buttocks swayed in front of my eyes.

In the darkness, I could see her cleft, and from her rear, I could see her mysterious place, like a large clam shell, slightly opening and closing, revealing tender flesh, flowing with delicious juice.

Aunt Miao's body had such a sensual sight, something I could never have imagined. In that instant, she captured my soul inside the clam shell. I knew that at this moment, I was full of strength.

Aunt Miao's body rose up, her breasts heaving, and she turned back to smile kindly at me, saying, "You're ready now!" Then, she straddled my lap, her jade-like hand grasping my erection.

It felt like it wasn't mine; it was several sizes larger than usual, like the sausage we had just grilled.

Aunt Miao held it, guiding it into her juicy, plump vulva, devouring it piece by piece, swallowing it whole, before letting go. She shifted her hips slightly, making sure she was in position, then raised her jade-like arms, tucking her long hair back to gather it, and began to drive her "pile" into her warm, lubricated vagina. At first, the movements were gentle, one stroke at a time, slowly pressing her hips down, gradually increasing the speed. I saw her breasts rise and fall, her lower abdomen heave, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Inspired by her, and following my body's natural response, I thrust in as she sank, helping to drive the "pile" as deep as it would like. After a few thrusts, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. I couldn't urinate at that moment, so I puffed out my cheeks to hold it in, but I couldn't hold it in. In a flash, I shuddered and ejaculated. As I ejaculated, there was a wave of pleasure, like a wet dream; as I released it, it felt like all the pent-up emotions were released.

Aunt Miao must have felt me ejaculate. At the moment I ejaculated, she stopped moving, released her hand from her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. I knew Aunt Miao seemed dissatisfied with me, so I hurriedly said, "Aunt Miao, I'm sorry, I peed inside you."

In a few seconds, her expression changed several times, and her face once again showed a kind look. Still naked, she lay on her side beside me, stroking my face and saying, "Silly boy, you didn't pee, you ejaculated. It was a powerful ejaculation, just a little too fast." She wiped the fluid that was flowing out of her thigh and let me smell it.

Then she said, "First time? You did very well, you've grown up! When you're with the one you love, remember not to rush, wait until she's satisfied, make her happy, and then you ejaculate." After saying that, she kissed my forehead.

Perhaps I ejaculated too forcefully just now, or perhaps today's events had exhausted me, but in Aunt Miao's warm embrace, with my head resting on her large breasts, I fell asleep without realizing it... Then, I had a dream that Aunt Miao was kidnapped by the eldest brother and those two men, tied up naked, and hung upside down, her two large breasts dangling down.

The eldest brother whipped her buttocks with a leather whip. I heard Aunt Miao cry for help, shouting, "Avi, save me..."

When I woke up, Aunt Miao was gone. Hearing the commotion, without thinking, I jumped out of bed and rushed out naked, only to see Aunt Miao and the eldest brother arguing in another room, fighting over a videotape.

"Give me back the videotape," Aunt Miao insisted.

I didn't know what it was, only that it was very important to Aunt Miao.

I rushed into the room, and with a surge of courage, I said to the eldest brother and the other men and women in the room, "You shameless bastards, several boys bullying a girl!"

I said angrily, and as I was speaking, my little brother suddenly became erect in front of everyone. They all looked in my direction.

Aunt Miao took the opportunity to snatch the videotape, pulled it out, and crumpled it into a ball.

"Damn it! Aunt Miao, you're something else! I'll let you off today. You better wake up, and don't let me see you again."

Aunt Miao told me to get dressed, took me away immediately, and instructed me not to tell anyone about what happened yesterday.

After breaking up with her, I didn't see her for a month. Then, I heard my mom and sister talking about Aunt Miao going abroad.

I'd never heard of Aunt Miao going abroad before; it seemed to be related to marriage. She was going to marry an elderly overseas Chinese man in Canada, commonly known as "Uncle Jinshan." I didn't understand why Aunt Miao would marry such an "old and useless" man; it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

I'd always been the one to find out about Aunt Miao's love life, but this time I was completely in the dark. I asked my mom what had happened, and she said she didn't really know either; talking to her was always pointless. I asked my sister.

She said Aunt Miao was like that greedy, playful butterfly in a children's story, who hadn't planned for herself properly in spring, and now that "the plum blossoms have faded," she'd starve to death with no one to rely on. Marrying a

rich man was lucky for her. I asked my sister what "the plum blossoms have faded" meant, and she scolded me for not studying hard enough, saying she already knew the idiom when she was in fifth grade. She said it meant a woman was almost "old and faded."

"Aunt Miao isn't old, is she?" Hearing her say that about my idol infuriated me. Compared to my older sister Sasha, who only knew how to "read books," she was both sexy and energetic. Aunt Miao, always at the forefront of fashion, was forever young.

The night we parted, Aunt Miao stayed at my house, and my mom told me to give her my bed. She didn't speak to me, but simply shoved her usual Walkman CD player into my hand as a gift.

That was the first time in my life I had insomnia; the thought of never seeing her again made me cry. The fact that she was getting married without telling me was the most serious wound to my heart. I was a sixth grader, not a child anymore; I knew a lot, and I knew how to make love with her.

I was sleeping on the sofa in the living room when suddenly, those fiery red lips came close and pressed against my cheek, burning hot. I opened my eyes, and those shapely breasts cascaded down onto my chest. She propped herself up with her elbows, preventing her breasts from pressing down completely. So, as Aunt Miao spoke, the nipples of her large breasts, through the thin fabric of her nightgown, brushed against me, igniting my desire. I was aroused, my erection high, and I knew that if her hand, which had been stroking my hair, touched me, I would ejaculate.

She said, "Avi, it's late, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't bear to part with you."

"Silly boy, I know. Aunt Miao is going to Canada. I'm afraid I won't see you for a long time." Her warm breath on my face made me feel close, but it quickly faded away. I wanted to get closer to her; the feeling of her taking my penis in her mouth that night surged back. I wanted to make love to her, but I was terrified. Even though we were so close, I didn't have the courage to embrace her, to kiss her.

The neckline of her nightgown was open, and I saw her breasts. I wanted to reach inside her neckline and touch her nipples.

I wanted to take off her clothes and see every part of her body clearly.

"Aunt Miao, you're not going to Canada. Can you stay and come with me?"

"No. I have to go. But the one I'll miss the most is you, and the one I'll worry about the most is you. I don't have a son, so you're like my son. When Aunt Miao gets old and has no one to rely on, I'll rely on you. Will you take me in then?" "

I will definitely take care of you and be as filial to you as I am to my own mother."

"Then you must promise Aunt Miao that you will be a good person and not be looked down upon."

Aunt Miao would never say such things before, but now that she had, how could I dare not agree? She asked me to make room on the sofa and sleep next to her.

She put my arm around her waist and asked me to hold her tightly so she wouldn't fall to the ground.

I pressed my face tightly against her warm, fragrant breasts, soft yet elastic, the breasts flattened, but the nipples still erect and right next to my lips. I could easily put them in my mouth with just a little effort.

I said to Aunt Miao, "You said I'm like your son, so you'll be my mother."

"If I had married earlier and cultivated my character, my son would be as tall as you," she said.

"Aunt Miao, it's so good to be your son."

"Avi, you're so good, you know how to coax people. You're so young, but you're like my friend. When I'm unhappy, I take you out to play, and I forget all my troubles."

"Aunt Miao, I don't want to be your friend, I want to be your son."

"Then, you'll be both my son and my friend, okay?"

"If you were my mother, I could suckle your breasts."

"Avi, where did you learn to swear? Even you're bullying Aunt Miao now." Aunt Miao tried to push me away from her.

"Aunt Miao, you're about to immigrate, I just want to suckle my mother's breasts like a son. You said you loved me, that you treated me like a son. Wasn't that true?" I had already wiped away my tears, but now I pretended to cry again.

Aunt Miao thought for a moment, seemingly understanding. My sincerity had touched her maternal instincts, so she unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing a snow-white, plump breast. The areola was a vibrant color, like flower petals, contrasting beautifully with the breast and connecting to the nipple like a melon stem, protruding about two centimeters long. I knew I wouldn't have another chance to touch Aunt Miao's breasts, so if I didn't seize the moment, I would cup my hands around her large breast, sucking on the nipple like a straw.

Aunt Miao gently patted the back of my head, saying, "My silly child, be good, don't squeeze too hard, you'll hurt me. Squeeze gently, suck gently, you won't get any milk no matter how hard you try." So I squeezed gently, sucking gently on Aunt Miao's nipple, treating it like my thumb, sucking and releasing.

I could almost smell the milk; my erection felt like it was about to explode, pressing against Aunt Miao's thigh, rubbing against it. Aunt Miao lay motionless on her side, tears glistening in her eyes, looking at me and stroking my hair. Aunt Miao's nipples swelled in my mouth, and my penis swelled too, becoming increasingly sensitive, until it reached its limit, and I ejaculated onto Aunt Miao's thigh! Aunt Miao felt the pulsation of my penis, but she didn't stop me from making love to her thigh. After a few thrusts, I believe it was a large gush of semen, which soaked my crotch and stained her nightgown.

Aunt Miao knew I had finished, and she asked me to come closer, to press against her breasts, and closed her eyes without speaking, as if she were asleep. Her tears dripped onto my face... I hugged the pillow, thinking I was still sleeping in Aunt Miao's warm embrace. Before dawn, she left. I cursed my sister and mother for not waking me up to see her off at the airport, and I cried and made a scene at them, but time doesn't turn back. Aunt Miao was gone.

That summer, I suddenly grew up.

(IV) My Chinese teacher took off my thong.

I returned to school with the sadness of losing Aunt Miao. I'm a first-year junior high student now.

Ever since I touched, squeezed, and pinched Aunt Miao's large breasts, my hands have become more dexterous and sensitive.

My hands constantly search for the smooth, soft, and elastic feel of Aunt Miao's breasts. I try to mold a pair of Aunt Miao's breasts out of clay, their shape and the way the nipples stand erect in my palms. Gradually, I think I have a power—to tell you, even blindfolded, just by touching them, what a woman's breasts are like.

I must stop my thoughts, to make my thoughts stop my hands, to stop my hands from reaching for a girl's breasts.

And my little brother, after exploring Aunt Miao's mysterious little hole, refuses to go down. It's in a state of arousal day and night. In bed, the moment I close my eyes, Aunt Miao's curvaceous naked body appears before me, a restlessness rises in my chest, and the feeling of Aunt Miao's vagina envelops me.

I use my imagination to make my clenched fist as soft and warm as Aunt Miao's little hole, enveloping my little brother. Her fiery red lips ignited a prairie fire, burning me to the core.

Mom stared at the television, laughing and crying along with the protagonist of the utterly awful soap opera, completely immersed in the role. Mom's short blouse couldn't conceal her ample bosom; she didn't like wearing a bra at home, and her breasts were barely visible beneath the thin fabric.

Yet, she seemed unconsciously drawn to her large breasts. If she were to reveal even a glimpse, even just a hint of cleavage, my eyes would find an opening to peek inside her clothes.

It was such a pity; Mom could have competed with Aunt Miao for another day, but she was wasting her natural beauty. And because she didn't straighten her back, her breasts sagged heavily. Her two plump, white legs, propped up on the stool, were also an attractive sight, but the posture was ungraceful. There was plenty of flesh on display, but after a while, I felt no desire.

I don't know if it's because she's my mom, or if Aunt Miao's naked body was just too shocking, but I don't think she could seduce me.

My sister is young and beautiful, and I see her breasts gradually developing. But the shape of her breasts is definitely different from Aunt Miao's and my mom's; there's no surprise.

She never dresses up, ties her hair back in a ponytail with a rubber band, and her nearsighted glasses are getting thicker and thicker. She's completely focused on her homework at the dinner table. Under the table, her legs are spread apart, forming a channel, and my eyes swim upwards from there. My sister's thighs are also very beautiful, round and snow-white.

When she's thinking, she bites the pencil tip, unconsciously opening and closing her legs. So, sometimes I see, sometimes I don't—this is the most stimulating scene. I keep looking inside until I see cotton women's underwear at the end. She seems to always wear the same style and color of underwear—so boring. Looking closer, I can vaguely see a slight bulge in her private parts.

What is that? Are all women's underwear made of cotton? Are they all opaque?

Sister, do you believe that one day I will take off your underwear and see for myself? Or you might find that all my underwear is hidden away, and if you have no underwear, you'll have to stand there naked for me to see.

I just want to compare the different things about Aunt Miao's, Mom's, and my sister's private parts.

It's outrageous; even fantasizing about Mom's and sister's private parts and breasts can't lessen my longing for Aunt Miao.

I feel that since we've had a relationship, I have a responsibility to marry her.

Should I tell Mom about Aunt Miao? If she finds out, will she approve of me marrying her sister and try to stop her from going to Canada?

Would Aunt Miao be willing to marry me? I've never heard of anyone marrying their own nephew. That's called incest, I guess.

Just thinking about marrying Aunt Miao and the incestuous scenario makes my little brother immediately charge up, his glans erect, his urethral opening slightly open, peeking out from the edge of my underwear like a snake searching for food, peering at the outside world.

My sister is always picking on me, always grabbing my braids. When she saw my little brother pointing in her direction, she screamed, yelling for Mom to look at me. Pointing at my clueless little brother—and since it's my little brother, it's also her little "little brother"—she shouted, "Mom! Stop him! Avi's become a pervert! He's like a dog in heat, always showing off his bulging thing!"

"That thing isn't pretty. Tuck it into your pants, don't let your sister see it," Mom said, giving me a disapproving look.

I tucked it in, but my crotch was bulging even more, even more unsightly than before.

My sister, of course, was dissatisfied and continued to berate me, saying, "Awei must have been reading too many pornographic magazines. Mom, aren't you going to scold him? Sigh, it's no use scolding him. The moment you open your mouth, he'll start crying before you even start yelling. How can he listen to you?"

Then she adjusted her glasses, glared at me with her big eyes, and said, "Wu Weiwu, I'm warning you, I'm going to tell Dad

and have him discipline you. I'm also going to tell your teacher and have her punish you and announce your bad behavior to the whole class." Tell Dad? He hasn't been home in a long time. Tell the teacher, she'll punish me! I didn't believe she would punish me because we had a gentleman's agreement.

Teacher Cuishan, who taught Chinese, amazed me from the first day of class with her elegant and gorgeous dress and graceful figure as soon as she stepped into the classroom. I stared at her, mesmerized.

She looked beautiful from below and from above. She wore matching high heels and stockings, making her beautiful legs even more beautiful. Her waist was slender, and her chest was shapely, not the "voluptuous" type like Aunt Miao, but her figure was captivatingly well-proportioned.

When she sat down, she crossed her legs, and the section of her thigh above her knees shone brightly, drawing me in.

I would rather be the chair she sat in, so I could personally learn from her.

She didn't often write on the blackboard, afraid of getting the chalk dust on her delicate hands. But when she did write, she would raise her buttocks towards me, and a snow-white arm would emerge from the sleeve of her shirt, raised, her armpit clean and beautiful.

She wrote with beautiful handwriting, and as she wrote, the hem of her skirt rose slightly, revealing more of her stockings and thighs. Her two fleshy buttocks trembled slightly, unknowingly tempting me.

I couldn't see the blackboard, only her buttocks. The view beneath her skirt aroused my curiosity and lewd thoughts.

Unable to resist the temptation, my hands, with their keen sense of touch, reached out to explore, intending to caress her buttocks from a distance.

The teacher seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; perhaps she saw my hand gesturing in the air, or perhaps she was telepathically aware of the force emanating from my palm. Without turning around or even her head, she asked, "Wu Weiwu, do you want to ask a question?"

I said, "Teacher, I have a question about briefs… (laughter erupts), no, it's about triangles."

The teacher calmly and composedly said, "Ask your math teacher about triangles." More laughter erupted.

My "mathematics" problem was inspired by her. Triangular lines were imprinted under her skirt; yesterday it was an "equilateral triangle," today it's an "isosceles triangle," and the area was larger today than yesterday. Why? I'm less curious about visible shapes than invisible colors.

So, I started guessing the color of her underwear and tried to find the answer. I even got the boys involved, making bets with them. So, a bunch of us monkeys seized every opportunity, using various peeping props like mirrors, to look under her skirt.

Ms. Cuishan quickly discovered the boys' misbehavior. When she pointed at me, saying, "Say, Wu Weiwu, come see me after class,"

I felt guilty, knowing she knew I was the one leading the commotion in class. The whole class fell silent, knowing the teacher was going to teach me a lesson.

I'd seen it all before, so I wasn't afraid at all. I went to see the "lady teacher" with a grin—that's our nickname for her.

Among the boys in the first year of junior high, I was the tallest. Standing in front of the lady teacher, she had to look up to speak to me.

Of course, she sat while I stood as punishment.

She said, "Wu Weiwu, do you think you're so great? Playing games with me? I can tell what you're up to just by the slightest twitch of your tail. You can't hide anything from me. Are you trying to show off in front of your classmates? Let's make a deal. If you cooperate with me in the classroom, don't cause trouble, and don't give me any trouble, I'll let you see what kind of underwear I'm wearing first."

The teacher's words startled me. I originally thought I was going to be scolded or punished, but she used this self-inflicted injury as a ploy. She

truly is a heroine among women, recognizing and respecting heroes. I accepted her "surrender."

This did not diminish my prestige among the boys, because I could always guess the color of the teacher's underwear. I became a master of guessing.

I became part of the "beneficiary class," no longer opposing the teacher, and the classroom returned to peace.

In the morning, while the classmates lined up on the playground to listen to the principal's speech, she arranged for me to stand guard at the top of the stairs. As I walked up the stairs, her skirt opened like an umbrella, revealing her underwear to my full view. She looked down from above to make sure I saw clearly before leaving.

She was much more careful with the other boys, preventing any chance of them being exposed. They lost every day and soon gave up on this thing.

But the teacher still satisfied my gaze with her daily new, incredibly sexy underwear. Every day, gazing up at her skirt like that, I felt my soul was captivated, I became her devoted follower, completely subdued. Even

with my eyes closed, I could see the teacher's beautiful legs and different styles of underwear under her skirt, making my eyes dazzled. With a thirst for knowledge, I humbly asked, "Teacher, what's the name of your black lace mini-panties today?"

I slipped the note into my journal and presented it to her.

When she returned the notebooks, she whispered in my ear, "I wore a t-back yesterday."

After class, I caught up with her and asked, "Teacher, what's the difference between a t-back and a G-string?"

She said, "I don't wear G-strings to class."

"You still haven't answered me, what's the difference?"

"Hu Weiwu, if you had the same studious spirit towards your textbooks, you'd be a top student in the class."

"Teacher, will you wear one tomorrow?"

She didn't answer my extra-curricular question, but soon I found the answer myself. Not at school, but at her home.

Every day, I would watch her drive her Mercedes out of the school gate before I was willing to go home.

That day, it was still early, the sky was overcast, and most of the teachers and students had left. She walked out of the teachers' office, a handbag slung over her arm, a heavy briefcase on her shoulder, and a large stack of student notebooks in her hands.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, scattering several notebooks from her hands. She squatted down to pick them up, but dropped all the notebooks on the ground. I rushed forward and picked up her notebooks scattered on the ground.

She looked up and said, "Wu Weiwu, what are you doing at school? Aren't you going home?"

"Teacher, I'm having trouble with some difficult problems and wanted to ask you for help," I blurted out.

"Those math problems again?"

Just then, two large raindrops started pouring down.

The elegant teacher said, "It's raining heavily, and you didn't bring an umbrella. Let me take you home."

After getting into her car, she asked where I lived. I said, "It's raining so hard, and you didn't bring an umbrella. Let me take your notebooks and briefcase home first."

So, I went to her house, which had a magnificent living room, but she was alone.

She invited me to sit on the sofa in the living room, then went into her study and put down her briefcase and notebooks.

The bedroom door was wide open, revealing a large, neatly made bed.

She came out and sat next to me, asking, "Where's your question?"

I took my textbook out of my bag and flipped through it randomly, trying to find a question to ask, but textbooks never really caught my attention; there were no questions to ask.

She looked at me, waiting for my question. My hand was flipping through the book, but my eyes were fixed on her thighs. She was sitting on the large sofa, her skirt covering her rounded thighs, the hem pulled up a few inches above her knees, revealing her red panties underneath.

My heart pounded. I stopped flipping through the book and moved my hand over to her thigh. She instinctively flinched, but I pressed her, lifting her skirt and pulling it up.

The teacher shook my hand away, saying, "No."

My hand was shaken off, but it landed on her thigh again.

She shook me off again, saying, "No. What do you want to do?" and stood up, going into the kitchen. I followed her.

She opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of soda. She handed me one, saying, "Thirsty?"

I took it and took a sip. The teacher also took a sip.

I said, "Teacher, you asked me what I want? I'll answer you, I want to see."

She said, "You came to ask about your homework, if you have no questions, you can leave."

I said, "I'm not leaving, I have questions, I want to see the answers."

"Wu Weiwu, you can't be so rude to a teacher," she said.

She must have been terrified; she looked nervous and her face turned red. The teacher's voice grew softer and softer, while my courage grew stronger.

I approached her step by step, and she retreated. There was nowhere left to retreat; behind her was the refrigerator.

I braced my arm against the refrigerator, blocking her path. Her knees trembled, bent, and she slid down against the refrigerator, her erect breasts brushing against my chest. I followed her, sinking down until she sat on the floor, her skirt rolled up, revealing her beautiful legs, including her sexy panties.

The isosceles triangle of fabric against her front was embroidered with a butterfly; if it were a t-back, the beauty would be that it was only visible from behind.

The teacher said, "You should leave now."

I said, "I'll leave after I see."

She said, "You've already seen."

I said, "Not yet, I need to see clearly."

"I'm your teacher, you can't see."

I said, "Teacher, I respect you, please, let me see."

She said, "Okay, move aside a little."

I stepped back slightly, and the teacher pulled down her panties from under her skirt. Because she was sitting on the floor, she had to arch her body and lift her buttocks to pull the panties down, from her bent knees to her calves and ankles.

I took the panties from her hand, untied the elastic band, and examined the thin, narrow strap with a click of my tongue. I said, "Teacher, I see. The strap is so thin that from below the stairs, you can't see it at all; it looks like you're not wearing any panties."

"Alright, have you seen enough?"

I said. "Yes, I have."

She reached out to take back the panties, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

Before she was even properly standing, she said, "Give me back my panties."

I said, "Teacher, it's not good to talk sitting on the floor. Shall we sit on the sofa and talk?"

I took her hand and led her back to the living room, asking her to sit down. She sat down, and because she had taken off her panties, her pubic hair was clearly visible, and her vulva was partially hidden between her legs.

I stared at that area, and she desperately closed her legs, covering herself with her hands, saying, "How do you want to treat your teacher?"

I said, "Teacher, don't be afraid, I respect you very much."

She said, "Don't bully me anymore." As she said this, she started to cry.

I said, "The teacher is so good to me, I wouldn't dare bully her."

She said, "Then where are my underwear?"

I said, "Teacher, I want to help you, you don't need to do it yourself. Let me put it on for you. If you don't let me, I'll take your underwear back to the classroom and let the other students see it."

"I can't show my things to others."

"This is our secret, of course I don't want others to know. So, spread your legs a little. Don't move, let me do it."

I knelt on the floor, spread her knees apart, lifted her calves, and put the teacher's underwear on, then lifted her skirt high, exposing her genitals without any covering.

I said, "Teacher, you have to lift your butt a little so I can put it on for you."

She cooperated, but I didn't put the underwear on properly, leaving it hanging on her thighs.

I took advantage of the teacher moving her buttocks to press down on her, and before she could react, I kissed her.

I was afraid she would run away, so I hugged her tightly. A soft mass of flesh burned like fire in my arms. Her breasts pressed against me, rising and falling. I freed one hand and began to touch her body.

Her buttocks were cold to the touch, but firm. Her pubic hair was soft and downy. Her

vagina was wet and warm.

As I touched her, she didn't resist much, only offering verbal protests. Suddenly, I groped her breasts. She tried to resist, but it was too late. I lifted her shirt, revealing everything above her waist.

I took her breasts, bra and all, in my hands and squeezed them. The bra material felt thin and delicate in my hands.

I wanted to undo it, to touch the ribcage and her smooth, sweaty back.

I tightened my restraint, making sure she was under my control, and said to her, "Teacher, if you don't cooperate, I'll tear your designer bra."

"You've already taken off your panties, but you can't take off your bra."

"Pants can be taken off, why can't the bra? Are you afraid your breasts aren't big enough? Size doesn't matter, as long as they're mine, I'm happy. If you don't take them off yourself, I'll forcibly strip you naked, leaving you completely naked, which would be disrespectful to a teacher." "

Don't do anything rash. Don't undress me naked. I'll take them off myself. But don't laugh at me when you see."

I released her. The teacher lowered her head, her face filled with shame and grievance. She unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up, revealing a silk bra with a connecting strap between the cups. From there, she unfastened the clasp. I was amazed; some bras are fastened in the front.

The cups separated, and two pepper-shaped breasts popped out. The teacher covered one with one hand.

I pulled her hand away and noticed that her two nipples were different. One breast was erect, the other drooping. I understood.

"Is it ugly?" Teacher Shan Cui didn't dare to look up at me.

"Who said that? It's very beautiful."

She said, "You're gossiping."

I said, "I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

I took one of her breasts in each hand and gently kneaded it, saying to the teacher, "Your breasts are beautiful."

I remembered that when I sucked on Aunt Miao's nipples, they would stand up, so I took the teacher's drooping nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it. Soon, it hardened where my tongue touched it.

It turns out that a woman's nipples, like my penis, can grow bigger. I looked, and sure enough, they were erect.

The teacher saw it herself; she kept watching me lick her nipple.

I put my arm around the teacher's waist and kept sucking, taking the other one into my mouth and sucking it in the same way, until both became hard.

I heard a groan from the teacher's throat, and as my tongue circled around her bra, she tilted her head back and began to pant.

While I was sucking on her nipple, I took off my pants and released my penis. It had been trapped for too long, and like a hungry wolf, it pounced on the teacher.

The teacher saw my bare bottom and my penis, turned her head away, and said, "Wu Weiwu, please let me go, okay? You can't put that thing inside me."

I wouldn't listen to her. When I pressed the teacher down on the sofa and kissed her again, she kissed me more passionately than I kissed her. The teacher could have kicked me to the ground, but her legs were wrapped around me.

My hands weren't enough; I could only touch her breasts, not her buttocks. Her two mounds of flesh, her two mounds of flesh, and that little hole all seemed to require me to touch them simultaneously. This time, I was determined to be on top, to possess Teacher Cuishan.

Her jade-like hands held my little brother; its hardness and thickness made her pale, but she was willing to use her hands to guide it to her divine entrance. I thrust my hips, and it slid in.

I imagined scenes of lovemaking from movies and erotic novels, using Teacher Cuishan for sexual intercourse.

I remembered Aunt Miao's instructions and paid attention to the teacher's reaction. I inserted it once, and I heard her cry out "Ah!" The faster and deeper I inserted it, the faster and louder she cried out.

I could no longer resist the stimulation of her rubbing against my little brother, and I believed that the teacher had already set my whole body ablaze, trembling all over. So, I fired at the teacher, ejaculating into her uterus.

The unapproachable Teacher Shan Cui, in her disheveled clothes, her t-back underwear hanging on the lampshade of the corner table, became my woman under the crotch of this young lad.

(V) The Soul-Capturing Banner once again displayed its magical power

, securing the country with one arrow. Overly excited, I continued to thrust wildly, but my little brother, having ejaculated, had already gone soft. Even though the teacher kept holding me, her legs tightly clamping me, it finally slipped and slipped out of that wet hole.

The teacher's jade hand slapped my bare buttocks a few times and said, "Wu Weiwu, you'd better run now, my husband is coming home soon."

The teacher scared me so much that I almost turned the "ecstasy" I had just experienced into "loss of soul." I hurriedly pulled up my pants and fled.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to give her one last kiss on the lips. I stole this sweet kiss with lightning speed.

The teacher, disregarding her figure, her breasts and vulva exposed, was busy cleaning up the mess, and let me kiss her again with longing eyes. She wiped the "saliva" (drool) from her mouth with the back of her hand, which was the only reaction she could make.

After I fled the scene of the crime and found that no one was chasing me, I relaxed my pace and skipped home. My little brother dangled in my crotch, my whole body smelling of the teacher's perfume and the feeling of embracing her. It was the smell of a woman's "flesh," I couldn't believe it was real, like winning the lottery, "inexplicably rich"! Hahaha, Teacher Cuishan, you can make love with me, and you're so good at it.

When I got home, it was past dinner time. Four sets of bowls and chopsticks were set on the table, not yet cleared. But Dad was nowhere to be seen.

My mom was glued to the sofa, engrossed in the increasingly terrible TV series, telling me to heat up the food in the microwave myself without asking where I'd been. My older sister wasn't home; she was probably at the library studying.

As I ate and watched TV, my mom's large breasts caught my eye. My mom's chest was indeed impressive; she must have been wearing a cheap bra, because upon closer inspection, I could see the shape of her nipples. The bra's support was also problematic, slipping down and spilling out from her shoulders. In terms of figure, she was slightly less impressive than Aunt Miao, but compared to Teacher Shan Cui, her breasts, even under her thin clothes, were quite striking.

Ever since seeing Teacher Shan Cui's bare breasts, and how different the shape of a woman's breasts was without the bra's constraints, my standards for women's bras have risen.

If a woman has a good figure, she can wear a bra or not; Aunt Miao's "wavy effect" without a bra is a spectacle.

Teacher Shan Cui, wearing a well-tailored designer bra, looked even more beautiful. My mom really wasted her figure.

She's got "a big chest and a pert bottom," yet she's turned into a haggard old woman—what a waste!

I glance at the bras and women's underwear hanging on the clothesline by the window—some big, some small. The big ones are my mom's, the small ones are my sister's. The neighbors can tell at a glance that "there are women with great figures here." They think I'll have endless luck with women living here.

But one of them is "very nearsighted," and the other is "fleshy" but lacks "sexiness." Or perhaps, Aunt Miao has already captured my heart, so they're not even in my sight. And Aunt Miao is in that faraway place…

Luckily, there's Teacher Shan Cui. The two red plum blossoms on her ridge, even the soft texture of her bra in my hands, makes me feel weak in the bone.

Actually, Teacher Shan Cui's breasts aren't small; they're firm and smooth when I hold them. Since Aunt Miao left, these are truly the most alluring breasts I've ever held.

However, she wasn't Aunt Miao, she was a teacher, not someone to be trifled with. I was worried about what she would do to me when I returned to school.

Thinking about the consequences after doing something wrong was reckless and "brainless."

Everything happened like a dream. Luckily, her husband didn't catch me, but if the teacher wanted to pursue the matter, report me to the principal, or tell my parents, I'd be in big trouble.

The next day, I returned to school in a state of fear and trepidation. Not seeing the teacher displaying her underwear on the stairs told me something was wrong.

During class, Teacher Shan Cui looked very serious, without a trace of a smile. I lowered my head, afraid to look at her, lest she glance at me; I felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing. But she didn't summon me, and the principal didn't bother me.

I slipped a note into my journal and handed it to her. I was a student leader, responsible for delivering homework to the teachers' office, but the teacher wasn't there.

The teacher's punishment hadn't arrived yet, and my days were going to be difficult. My punishment was utter despair. Ever since I penetrated the teacher's peach blossom cave, I've been in a state of ecstasy until today. The teacher's petite figure seemed to never leave my embrace.

Yet, I was also terrified, afraid to look at her figure too much, wanting to find an opportunity to approach her, or apologize to her, hoping to smooth things over, but I was also scared to death.

So, I wrote a hundred-word "letter of repentance," tucked it into my journal, and presented it to the teacher, begging for her forgiveness. Every day after class, I played basketball with my classmates, but my mind wasn't on the court; I was constantly watching the teacher's office from afar.

Until that day, it was dark, and I was the only one left shooting hoops on the court. Teacher Shan Cui came out of the teacher's office, stood at the door, looked over, and waved to me. I pointed to my nose and asked if she was calling me. She nodded.

I ran over as if I were on a royal decree. She turned and went into the teachers' office. I went to her desk, and she opened my journal, took out my "letter of repentance," and said very seriously, "Wu Weiwu, your writing is terrible. It's full of misspelled words and nonsensical. How did I teach you in class?"

I lowered my head, looking pitiful and pleading, and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry. All my teachers, even my mother and sister, said I was hopeless. Only you are still willing to teach me. Please guide me if I write poorly or don't understand something."

"Why didn't you ask questions if you didn't understand?"

I heard the teacher's voice, which sounded stern but not like she was scolding me.

I stole a glance at her expression; there was a slight smile on her lips. Observing her words and expressions, a huge weight was lifted from my heart. Then, I tentatively said, "I understand your affection for me, teacher. But I don't dare to bother you at any time..."

"Hehe, Wu Weiwu, I didn't expect you to be so worldly-wise. I said that if you have any homework problems and I have time, I'm willing to tutor you."

"Now?"

"You seem to be in a hurry. However, it's too late today, I can't."

"Can you tell me?"

"That depends on whether I have time and whether I'm in the mood."

"Yes, teacher, I understand."

After that, I kept trying to figure out my teacher's intentions, not daring to make any rash moves.

One morning, while on duty, I saw my teacher's skirt spread out on the stairs again... She was wearing red high heels, black stockings, and red stockings, which matched her incredibly sexy red panties. My teacher's open skirt, like a summoning banner, drew me in...

That was the longest day of my life, when I thought the school bell would never ring. But as soon as I heard the bell, I ran out of the classroom and saw Ms. Shan Cui drive away in her Mercedes.

I grabbed my schoolbag and ran out of the school gate to catch the bus. Sure enough, the teacher was home. She calmly opened the door for me, let me in, and sat me down at the dining table.

She said to take out my homework and wait while she prepared. Then she went into the bedroom. My heart pounded faster and faster, almost like an eternity, until my heart was pounding, but I hadn't written a single word in my homework, and the beautiful woman hadn't come out. I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to knock on the door and ask how long I would have to wait. Her sweet voice came from inside the door.

"I've been waiting for you to finish your homework, you've been doing it for so long. Are you done? Aren't you coming in? The door isn't locked."

I didn't know what the teacher was up to in the room, nor did I know that my beloved was about to arrive, so I pushed the door open and went in. I saw the teacher kneeling naked on the bed, her back to me.

Her snow-white body seemed to radiate light, like a Guanyin statue, so bright that I couldn't open my eyes.

The teacher's unexpected appearance startled me so much that I fell to the ground.

After getting used to the dazzling light, I realized that she wasn't actually completely naked. She hadn't taken off her thong; she was facing away from me, wanting to showcase its best visual effect. This was the perfect real-life example.

Her buttocks rested on her ankles, the elastic of the thong dividing her body into two halves.

The upper half was completely naked. Her bra was off, revealing a wasp waist, full hips, smooth skin, and an elegant, flowing figure—the demeanor of a well-bred lady. The lower half was entirely defined by the two thin straps of the thong, creating a beautiful silhouette.

The thong's function was to bind her buttocks and vulva like a gift bag's string, forming a "T-shaped bondage," tightly constricting her body and distributing it into a neat pattern.

Thus, her buttocks were clearly divided into two semicircles—actually, three-dimensional hemispheres. Sitting on her ankles made her buttocks appear fuller. The narrow strap sank into her cleft, disappearing from sight. In other words, the thong's function was to make it appear as if she was wearing no underwear at all.

I was staring blankly at her, and the teacher, though she kept turning her head away, seemed to see my reaction. She said, "Do you understand now? If you do, hurry up and take off your school uniform!"

I immediately started taking off my clothes. She said, "Don't throw your clothes around. Fold them neatly, and put your shoes and socks aside. Last time you threw your underwear around, my husband almost saw it when he got home."

Yeah! No wonder I felt empty down there when I got home that day. That was close.

I felt scared when the teacher mentioned her husband. I stammered, "Will he be back soon?"

"Don't worry, he's not coming home today,"

the teacher said, hooking the elastic band with her fingers and pulling it down inch by inch. When it got stuck on my buttocks, she knelt down and pulled it up to her thighs.

As the underwear came down, the teacher's hips and thighs swayed in coordination. When it reached her knees, the teacher changed her sitting position, straightening her legs and letting the underwear slide down to her ankles. The teacher pulled her feet out one after the other, and she was completely naked.

When I stripped down to be as naked as my teacher, I stood in front of the bed, my bare bottom exposed. My penis was extremely swollen, the glans purple, standing erect. I was startled by the height of the erection and the thickness of my penis. I even instinctively wanted to cover it, probably to frighten my teacher.

My teacher slowly raised her arms, climbed over her head, removed her hairpin, untied her hair bun, and tossed it, letting the soft strands fall onto her shoulders and back.

She bent her hands behind her back, tucked her hair behind her ear, then turned around and said calmly, "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to get on the bed?"

Her nipples, one higher than the other, trembled slightly on her chest. On my teacher's pure and beautiful, well-proportioned body, there was a touch of allure.

My whole body heated up, and a restless feeling surged up. My older sister was right, I was like a male dog just going into heat, smelling a woman and wanting to mount her. I leaped onto the bed, knowing full well it was impolite in front of my elegant teacher, in this tastefully furnished bedroom.

She didn't seem to mind, letting me fall onto the bed. Then, I moved closer to her cherry-like lips and kissed her wildly.

She stared, letting me suckle, then I held her down, taking her nipples into my mouth, gently biting and teasing them with my tongue.

She cried out, nudging me a few times with her knee, saying, "Wu Weiwu, be gentle, do you want to break my nipples?"

So I stopped biting, instead straddling her and touching them with my hands. Both nipples were erect and swollen, making her breasts look even firmer.

Then, I spread her legs, knelt between them, aimed at her vulva, and inserted my penis.

Perhaps I didn't get the position right when I went in; I only bumped against her thighs and lower abdomen a few times, unable to penetrate, and my extremely sensitive glans ached.

The teacher pushed me from below, saying, "Don't rush in, I'm not ready."

She moved my hand away from her breast and guided it between her legs, and I understood.

I looked at the teacher's vulva; there was a small, closed slit of tender flesh, already dripping with vaginal fluid. So, I touched it there. The teacher's hand guided me, indicating that I was in the right place.

I opened the slit; there were several folds inside. I inserted my fingers and gently probed inside. The teacher gently closed her legs, bent them, and raised her buttocks, allowing my fingers to slide even deeper.

I inserted two fingers, which were completely swallowed by the teacher's vulva.

I teased her a few times, stealing glances at the teacher. She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it, and I knew I'd done the right thing. I pressed harder a few more times, and the teacher pulled my hand away, leaving it on her chest. Then she hugged my buttocks and said, "Come in."

Her thighs opened again, and I lowered myself, grasping my penis and placing it on her slightly parted vulva. I thrust my hips forward, and it slipped. Her hand then moved to my genitals, gently guiding my glans into her vagina.

It was a warm place, and I felt it wanted to swallow my entire penis. I realized that a sudden insertion would slip, so I braced myself and slowly moved forward within the tender flesh of her vagina.

I felt as if a thousand straws were sucking me in. When I was fully inside, I heard her sigh with relief. The teacher's thighs bent, wrapping around me. With the final thrust of my penetration, my chest brushed against her nipples. As I sank in, her firm breasts, like nails, pierced my chest, giving me a wave of pleasure.

Making love is innate; once the path is opened, it comes naturally. I was trapped in a powerfully suctioned hole, and with each contraction and release, I began to thrust.

I heard the teacher's soft moans, her hands crawling along my back. The sensation of her vagina intensified my lust. Her vagina became increasingly lubricated, making the thrusting smoother, yet it did nothing to diminish the pleasure of friction.

So I grabbed her buttocks, involuntarily accelerating, my penis burning, my hips thrusting upwards as if spewing a pillar of fire. I ejaculated, and inside the teacher.

I could only feel her beneath me, arching her back, raising her buttocks, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, trying to absorb every last drop.

I heard the teacher let out a long "Ah!" and her whole body went limp, as I pressed her down on the bed, as if she were dead. Her vagina was overflowing with fluids, and I instinctively pulled out. My penis, still aroused, throbbed a few times in mid-air even after I had ejaculated.

The teacher, panting, said...

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