Beautiful young woman Gui Ping

My name is Cui Chengguo. Five years ago, I was a college student at a university in Jinan, majoring in oil painting and writing poetry in my spare time. To be honest, I wasn't very good at oil painting, but I did achieve some success in poetry. I'm not particularly talented, but I joined the city's Writers Association at the end of my freshman year.

I want to talk about the most important woman in my life. Everyone calls her Zhang Zihan, but I can only call her Aunt.

Aunt is my real aunt, only three years older than me. She is my mother's youngest sister. My mother has four sisters; she is the eldest, and Aunt is the youngest. My mother is 21 years older than Aunt. Don't be surprised, and don't doubt it. I can only tell you one reason: it's true.

Even all the words in this story are based on real events, which were hidden in my heart before I had the courage to write this story. My

maternal grandmother passed away early. Why early? Because she died in childbirth while giving birth to Aunt. She was 45 years old that year.

My mother doted on my aunt, who was raised on my mother's breast milk. I know that milk was probably shared with her by my older brother, who was a year older than me. Unfortunately, he was lost when he was two. Perhaps he's living in a new family now, maybe even with a wife and children of his own. I often prayed this with my mother.

I don't know if it was because of losing my brother that my mother gave birth to me.

From as far back as I can remember, I slept with my aunt. She could count all the moles on my body with her eyes closed, and she would pat my back like an older sister to lull me to sleep.

Chapter Two

In 2005, my aunt, who had already graduated from university, found a translation job at a foreign company in Jinan. That year, I was already a freshman in college. My aunt's boyfriend was the military instructor who had trained her during her university years. The budding girl's admiration for soldiers led my aunt to fall in love with this soldier. My grandfather, mother, second aunt, and third aunt did a lot of talking to her about it, but believing that she was old enough, my aunt insisted on overcoming the family's resistance and started dating this soldier. They dated for several years. Fortunately, this soldier was very hardworking. In 2003, in his fourth year as a soldier, he was admitted to a military academy in Beijing.

The SARS outbreak in 2003 caused panic throughout China, and Jinan was also in a state of tension. In fact, only a few cases were found in Shandong. Summer vacation seemed to come particularly early that year. Before I knew it, Jinan, the "furnace of China," was very hot. As my first summer vacation in college, I, who had always longed for independence, especially wanted to find a job and earn my own money. However, because of SARS, my mother did not want me to come home. But because I was her only son, she was still very worried about me and called my aunt, who also worked in Jinan, to ask her to take good care of me.

The school was completely cleared out, and suddenly I didn't even have a place to live, leaving me feeling lost. I had no choice but to call my aunt. She told me to come to her place first. Her house was in the east of Jinan. After taking a bus for more than an hour, I arrived at the entrance of her apartment complex. My aunt was already waiting for me at the door. Because we lived far apart, I hadn't seen her for several months. She was wearing summer clothes and looked particularly slender. My aunt was 170cm tall, which seemed about the same height as me, who was 180cm. She said that the girl she shared an apartment with had gotten married, and they had paid a year's rent together for a two-bedroom apartment. They were planning to find someone to share it with. She told me to come and stay with her. I said okay, I'll pay you the rent when I get my salary. She laughed and said, "You haven't even found a job yet, and you're going to pay me rent? Don't be angry with me. I'm pretty scared to be alone anyway. Consider you my bodyguard."

We made our way up to my aunt's apartment on the third floor. I was carrying my heavy bags, sweating profusely. As soon as we entered, my aunt told me to go to the bathroom to wash my face. Inside, a round clothes rack was covered with underwear of various colors. My face suddenly turned bright red. My aunt came over and saw my embarrassment. She laughed and said, "My nephew has grown up!" Then she took the clothes rack out, making me even more embarrassed.

After washing my face, I finally got a good look at my aunt's house. The furniture was from a rented apartment; it was quite simple—just a sofa, a coffee table, and what looked like a 25-inch TV. But my aunt had decorated it very warmly. Women will be women. My aunt cut me some watermelon, and as I ate, she asked what kind of job I was planning to look for. "You haven't even graduated yet," she said, "you're only looking for a summer sales job." I asked how much she'd pay. She said, "Are you greedy? With all the fuss this year, they don't even know if they're hiring salespeople anymore. Let's see what happens. If you can't find one, you can just settle down in Jinan and enroll in a tutoring program to learn something."

Although I'm not much younger than my aunt, she's still an elder, so I didn't say anything. But I knew I had to find a job.

After dinner, my aunt said, "Let's go for a walk. Your auntie is already so fat, she'll be too embarrassed to show her face in public if she gets any fatter." My aunt always speaks to me in a very lively tone. Once we were out, my aunt said, "Let's look at watches. I'm planning to buy one to match my clothes this summer." In a shopping mall, my aunt saw a Swatch women's watch that cost over 800 yuan. My aunt asked me if it looked good, and I said it was too expensive. Unexpectedly, the salesperson said, "It's not expensive, handsome. Your girlfriend wearing a luxury watch makes you look classy." My face turned bright red again, and before I could explain, my aunt laughed and said to the salesperson, "This is my nephew." The salesperson was also very embarrassed and apologized profusely. My aunt bought the watch. With a monthly salary of over 8,000 yuan, she always seemed to spend money without batting an eye. After buying the watch, we walked back, and my aunt linked arms with me. We got a lot of stares along the way because my aunt's height, figure, clothes, and appearance were all quite "trendy."

Chapter 3

After arriving home, my aunt went to take a shower first, while I used her laptop to use QQ in her room. After a while, my aunt came out, wearing a rose-red nightgown. I glanced at her and felt a little strange. I could only stare at the computer screen. My aunt said, "Stop playing, let's chat." I looked at my aunt and felt even more embarrassed. I asked the computer again, "What should we talk about?" My aunt asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, "If I had a girlfriend, would I still be staying here?" My aunt said, "What are you thinking, kid? Let your auntie check your girlfriends." I said, "Okay, but I don't know where they are." I asked her how things were going with her and her soldier boyfriend. She said, "Why do you care so much about kids?" After saying that, my aunt seemed a little sad and continued, "Because of FD, we haven't seen each other for half a year. He was supposed to come to Jinan to see me during the May Day holiday, but I don't understand his feelings. He said he wouldn't come."

Seeing my aunt's pitiful look, I couldn't help but feel pity for her for the first time, or perhaps something else entirely. I quickly laughed it off, "I just came to see you." My aunt rolled her eyes at me, "What do you know, you little brat? Go take a shower and go to bed. "

Chapter Four

: Waking up in the morning, I started doing my "morning combat exercise" again, my underwear bulging. Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. Naked, I went to the toilet, pushed open the door, and as I was about to pull down my underwear, I saw my aunt sitting on the toilet watching me. I screamed and quickly backed out, running to my room. Only after hearing my aunt return to her room did I rush back to the toilet to relieve myself. When my aunt called me for breakfast, I noticed she seemed a little embarrassed, and I felt even more awkward.

After breakfast, my aunt said she would contact one of her classmates, a sales manager at an appliance store, who was hiring summer promoters. She suggested I try it out. My aunt and I went out together; she went to work, and I went to the store. The job was actually quite simple: a promoter for a certain brand, with a base salary of 900 yuan and a bonus of 500 yuan per month. It sounded easy, so I agreed. The manager, who was also my aunt's classmate, kept asking about my aunt's current situation. I guess he was a fan of hers back in college. My first day was actually quite simple: I wore an advertising banner and stood next to some TVs handing out brochures. It was simple but not easy, and my first day ended in exhaustion.

When I got home, my aunt had already arrived and prepared dinner. She asked me how my first day was, and I said I was tired. My aunt chuckled and said, "Now you know how hard it is to earn money, right? Come on, eat. Call your mom after you eat." After dinner, my aunt called my mom first, and then handed the phone to me. My mom asked me how work was. I knew to only report good news and not bad, so I told her it was great, the work was easy, and I made about a thousand yuan a month. Then my mom told me to eat well and listen to my aunt, and so on.

After dinner, my aunt showed her authoritative side, telling me how to get along with colleagues and bosses at work. I listened attentively, of course. After her lecture, she said, "Go ahead and use the internet, I'm going to take a shower." I said, "Bring the computer out." She asked, "What's wrong? Sorry? The internet cable is inconvenient in my bedroom. Go over there." I said, "Never mind," and started watching TV. I flipped through several channels but there wasn't anything interesting. Bored, I watched a bit of Hunan TV's "Brave and Wise Challenge," which was a rerun. Watching the contestants swaggering through the challenges was both comical and boring. I thought to myself, "How can these people be so bored? They travel all the way to Hunan to jump into a dirty, muddy pool to 'take a bath.'"

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, along with the "pia pia~~~" of my aunt rubbing her body and the "glug~~~" of lathering soap. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation in my lower body, and my mind wandered to imagining my aunt bathing inside, her body smooth as cream and soft as cotton. I could even smell a strange fragrance—I couldn't tell if it was the scent of shampoo or the natural scent of a young woman. Then,

another contestant fell into the water on TV, and my thoughts snapped back to reality. I realized how wicked I was and quickly stopped myself from thinking about it, focusing instead on the contestant's bathing performance.

But I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting to the blurry reflection of my aunt's body on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

As I was lost in thought, the frosted glass door to the bathroom opened, instantly filling the room with a sweet fragrance that made me a little dizzy. My aunt came out, drying her hair with a towel. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, which, perhaps because it was wrapped too tightly, made her deep cleavage appear even more alluring and mysterious. I bit my lip hard to bring myself to my senses. This is your aunt, your own aunt, you can't let your imagination run wild! Seeing me staring at her blankly, my aunt teased me, "Son, next time you go to the bathroom, make sure someone's there before you go." She then gave an awkward laugh, and I could only awkwardly agree. My aunt put on a face mask and started chatting on the phone with her boyfriend. She didn't seem to care much about my presence, constantly using affectionate words like "baby" from her mouth. The gist of the conversation was that her boyfriend's school had lifted the pandemic restrictions and he was coming to Suzhou to visit her, and my aunt was beaming with joy.

We talked for over half an hour. After the call, my aunt was even more excited than a schoolgirl. She stood up, picked me up from the sofa, and kissed me. I lost my balance and accidentally pressed my face against her chest, feeling incredibly awkward. My aunt, ever the shrewd one, quickly turned away, saying she needed to go buy some nice clothes so her "uncle" would be stunned when he arrived! I quickly chimed in, "Hey, my dear aunt, be careful your soldier boyfriend doesn't fall for you! That's hereditary, bad for our family's future generations!" My aunt lightly tapped my forehead with her index finger, "What do you know, little brat? Go away!" Then, humming a little tune, she skipped back to her room.

The awkwardness was finally gone, but seeing my aunt's excited expression, I couldn't help but marvel at the madness of women in love.

Chapter Five:

The second day's work was the same as the previous day, but my initial excitement had worn off. My legs felt like they were cramping. With the arrival of summer vacation, the mall seemed a bit more crowded, and I was exhausted. After work, I seemed to understand why there's an idiom for "walking with difficulty." I finally made it home, but my aunt wasn't there. On the coffee table were the things I'd bought from the Ginza supermarket. Feeling hungry, I looked in the bag to see what was in it—mostly puffed snacks and cookies. As I emptied the bag onto the sofa, two boxes suddenly spilled out. They had "Sixth Sense" written on them. At the time, I didn't know what that meant. My sixth sense kicked in, and when I picked it up and saw the small print: "Ultra-thin condoms," I suddenly felt uneasy. I thought my aunt had prepared them for her boyfriend. Just as I was about to put them back in the plastic bag, my aunt came back. I was so embarrassed. My aunt saw them too and said, "Why did you pour them all out? You're going to eat this too?" I said, "I'll save them for my soldier boyfriend." My aunt smacked my head and took the two boxes to her room. After dinner, my aunt was on the phone in the living room, and I went to her room to go online. I was on the phone for another half hour. After she finished, she excitedly ran over and hugged my head from behind, telling me very excitedly that her soldier boyfriend would arrive in Suzhou the next afternoon. Then she smacked my head a few times.

Chapter Six:

The third day of work was still repetitive. In the afternoon, my aunt suddenly came to see me, saying she wanted to leave work early and go out for dinner together. I half-jokingly said, "You two are on a date, what am I supposed to do?" My aunt said, "Kids have so many things to worry about, go home early." I agreed. On the third day of work, I completely lost faith in my job. Repetition, endless repetition. Once again, I made it to the end of the workday. Just as I arrived at the apartment complex, my aunt and her boyfriend were already downstairs. It was the first time I'd seen her boyfriend. He had dark skin, looked about the same height as my aunt, and had rather large eyes. However, from a man's perspective, he wasn't exactly handsome. What my aunt liked about him was unknown. Suddenly, I didn't know… What should I call him? This soldier was more easygoing and greeted me first. My aunt was in a hurry to go out for dinner. After leaving the neighborhood, we got into a taxi and suddenly didn't know what to eat. My aunt suggested Japanese food. My aunt and her boyfriend were in the back, and I was in the passenger seat. My aunt's happiness didn't diminish because of my presence. She hugged his neck and kissed him from time to time. All of this was seen by me and the driver in the rearview mirror. The meal was rather boring. I'm not a fan of Japanese food, but at my aunt's urging, I drank two glasses of sake with her boyfriend. I felt a little dizzy and finished quickly. They seemed a little impatient and said, "Let's go home." I casually agreed, got into the taxi, and drove in silence.

Back home, remembering my "sixth sense" from yesterday, I wisely went back to my room. The sake had quite a strong aftereffect; my head felt heavy. My aunt and he were chatting and laughing outside. I lay on the bed, and under the influence of the alcohol, I gradually fell asleep... My dreams were chaotic. In my dream, many women were shouting at me, their voices sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, as if they were in danger. But I couldn't understand them at all. And so, the night passed in a daze.

The next day, I could still see the blush on my aunt's face. Fortunately, her boyfriend was going home to see his parents, and I felt a sense of relief. My aunt, however, seemed extremely unhappy, pouting like a little girl and acting coquettishly. I ignored all of this, ate lunch, and went to work. Sitting on the bus, I thought to myself, "Humans are such strange creatures..." I was already numb to work, and I truly understood that money wasn't so easy to earn. My aunt's friend, on the other hand, was quite caring and didn't ask for much. In the afternoon, with half an hour left, he told me to go home early. I returned home gratefully, but my aunt wasn't home yet. When I went to the bathroom, I saw her various colored underwear in a basin, unwashed. They were probably from last night. Suddenly, I felt very wicked and quickly washed my face with cold water.

My aunt came home quickly, still radiant, whether from work or the glow of newly found love, I don't know. As for me, I felt incredibly tired. I listlessly stared at the TV, which was playing [a certain show/program]. My aunt noticed I seemed unhappy and laughed, saying I looked like Yang Rui from the show. I jokingly replied that Yang Rui wasn't as handsome as me. My aunt laughed and said, "Yes, yes, yes," and then went to cook. After dinner, she asked about my work and then went to take a shower. I went back to my room and started playing my games. I casually opened my email and found a bunch of rejection emails. I felt quite upset and lost all interest in playing on the computer. I lay on the bed, lost in thought, thinking, "These damn editors are bastards! They show no mercy even to writers' association members' work! They rejected it all!" My aunt came into my room after taking a shower, combing her hair as she asked why I was going to bed so early. I said I was bored. She sat down on the edge of my bed and said, "Let's chat for a bit, so we don't have a generation gap." I laughed and said, "We're only a few years apart." As I said this, her breasts were faintly visible under her nightgown... I quickly looked away. My aunt, busy combing her hair, didn't seem to notice. I started a conversation, saying, "Auntie, your soldier brother is only staying one night and then leaving?" She replied with a hint of resentment, "What can I do? My parents are more important than my wife." I chuckled and said, "You'll be more important after we get married, your husband will be with you every day." My aunt glared at me and said, "What do you mean? Are you implying I'm destined to be an unfilial wife?"

I half-jokingly said, "What do you mean 'seems like'? It's definitely true, haha." After saying that, my aunt raised her comb like a knife and said, "You little brat, how dare you talk about your aunt like that!" She was about to chop me when I blocked with my hand. She stepped forward, and my hand just touched her chest. I pulled my hand back as if I'd been electrocuted. My aunt noticed and went back to sit down. We both felt awkward. My aunt said, "Drink some water and go to bed early." I agreed, and she left. Her silhouette in the background, even in her pajamas, was still so alluring… Chapter Seven:

Time seemed to pass peacefully in the repetition of these days. More than half a month had passed since I started working, and my aunt seemed to be working too. My life after work was monotonous, and I became increasingly numb to the mall's promotions. My mother often called to ask about my well-being and work, and I would always complain, "Your own sister is here, aren't you worried?" My mother would always say, "Don't just eat all you do, help your aunt with some chores." I often found my mother nagging, perhaps due to my age at that time. Actually, during the time I stayed with my aunt, she cooked for me. I knew she couldn't cook before going to university, but now she cooks passably. However, I felt that even if I couldn't cook, I shouldn't just let her do all the buying. That day after work, I went to the supermarket and bought some ribs, mushrooms, etc. When I got home, my aunt was already back.

I put the things in the kitchen and called out to her. She answered and said she was in her room. I went back and saw that her legs were on a chair, and her ankles were swollen. I asked her what happened, and she was almost crying.

With a pained expression, I said that the company elevator was broken today, and while walking down the stairs in my 8-point heels, I suddenly twisted and fell. Luckily, a colleague caught me. The hospital checkup showed my bones were fine, just swollen. I jokingly said, "Looks like I had a feeling! I just bought you some ribs." My aunt said, "Don't you have any conscience? I've fallen like this, and you're still joking!" I had to turn serious and say to her, "Then how are you going to work?" My aunt said, "Why would I go to work? They'll bring the documents home for me tomorrow, and I'll cook at home." "Oh dear, how are you going to eat?" I said, "Don't worry about me. You're like my mom. I'll cook for you." My aunt chuckled, "Kid, you should treat me like your mom!" She raised an eyebrow, "Will it be cooked?" I saluted, "I guarantee it will be cooked!" Chapter Eight:

This dinner was hastily prepared by me under my aunt's remote commands from her bedroom. It was all cooked in a pressure cooker, but there wasn't much skill involved; the ribs were already very tender. My aunt even praised me, saying, "Not bad, you can cook now!" I replied, "Of course! My mom never got this treatment." My aunt laughed even harder. "I'm not your mom!" I said. "You're my aunt, a little aunt!" My aunt laughed even more. Dinner proceeded in a very harmonious atmosphere. My aunt was genuinely touched by my performance, saying that I'd really learned to take care of people since starting university, and my future girlfriend would be lucky. I asked my aunt, "Aren't you happy now?" My aunt said, "Yes, I'm so happy! My little nephew who used to fight with me all the time has now learned to be considerate."

I said, "Then I'll wish you happiness for a few days." My aunt agreed. I don't know how much I was staring at her from a third-party perspective. My aunt was eating and didn't notice my gaze. My brain was in turmoil again. My reason told me not to look, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "What are you looking at!" My aunt's words brought me back to reality. I lowered my head in embarrassment. My aunt said, "What are you looking at, little brat? You're all grown up now. When you get a girlfriend, you can look at her as much as you want." I never expected my aunt to say that. Embarrassed, I quickly cleaned up and washed the dishes.

I bent down and lowered my head, lifting my aunt's arm so she could put it on my neck, and limped back to the room. The perfume she wore made me feel a little dizzy, even a little impulsive, but I quickly calmed down. I said, "Auntie, did you spray insecticide on yourself? Why does it smell weird?" My aunt said, "You're teasing me again, aren't you? I could buy dozens of boxes of insecticide with this Chanel No. 5." I chuckled. I think my aunt is a very clean person, but now she can't take a shower. So I went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, soaked my aunt's towel in it, and brought it to the room. I said, "Auntie, wipe your face." My aunt seemed touched and said, "Thank you so much for being so thoughtful." I asked how old I was, and she said, "No matter how old you are, you're still my nephew." I said, "Of course." After wiping my face, she said, "Could you change the water and help me wash my back?" I felt embarrassed and didn't say anything. My aunt noticed and said, "It's okay, it's just the two of us, why are you shy? You go out first, I'll change out of my pajamas." I went out to get a basin of water, and my aunt had already changed out of her pajamas. This time she was wearing a two-piece set instead of a nightgown. My aunt said, "I'll lie down here, can you wash my back?" I said, "Okay." I suddenly thought of a movie I watched in my first year of university called "Jan Dara," which seemed to have something like this... The thought of that scene made me stop abruptly, because my aunt had already taken off her clothes and was lying down. Her back was incredibly smooth, and I was gently wiping it with a towel. She, still lying there, said, "Wipe harder." Facing that white back, I felt incredibly awkward. My face turned bright red, and my heart raced. I froze, holding the towel in my hand. Suddenly, I wanted to touch it. At that moment, it seemed my brain and hand were separate; my mind was in a state of internal conflict, yet my hand reached down, and my mouth followed suit. I said, "Auntie, let your nephew give you a massage." My aunt, half-buried in a cushion, tilted her head and hummed in agreement. "Okay, son, go ahead and massage me," I said, gently tracing my aunt's back with my fingertips. Starting from the back of her neck, I used my index and middle fingers to lightly slide along both sides of her spine to the middle of her S-shape, at the junction of her waist and hips. I stopped, then returned and repeated the same route. My aunt seemed to enjoy it, almost as if she were asleep. After about a minute, she murmured "Mmm~~" and then suddenly woke up, saying, "Okay, I was asleep." She then took off her clothes herself. I could see her face was flushed. A little flustered, she said, "Okay, go back to sleep." I slowly left the room, slapping myself hard in the face.

I spent a guilty and unbearable night.

Chapter Nine

. The morning felt quite muggy. I didn't know if it was because Jinan was in its hot season or if I was just feeling hot-tempered. I got up early, went out of the neighborhood, bought some fried dough sticks and soy milk, and quickly ate a little. My aunt hadn't gotten up yet. I said goodbye to her and went to work. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. My aunt's leg was so bad that it would be difficult for her to eat lunch. Anyway, I wasn't very interested in this job, so I decided to go back and take care of her for a few days. When I got to the mall, I met my aunt's classmate and told him about the situation. He was quite enthusiastic and said, "No problem, go ahead." He even asked with great concern how she was doing and whether he should come and see her. I said no, she would be fine in a few days. He even specifically asked me to pass on his regards. I found it quite funny. She's about to get married, what's the point? Haha. Of course, this person was still very nice to me.

After taking leave, I asked around and found a market. I bought a whole chicken. I didn't really know what else to buy, but I vaguely remembered that when I was little, my mother ate chicken and bones every day after I injured my leg in an accident. After buying the chicken and some vegetables, I went home. My aunt was sitting on the bed, a laptop on her lap, and some documents on the bed. She was working. She asked me why I was back. I said I'd had enough. Besides, with your leg like that, how will you eat? Your soldier brother isn't here. My aunt laughed and said, "If he's not going, he's not going. He can stay home and read." I was about to start cooking when I noticed that my aunt was only wearing a silk tank top and shorts because of the heat. Her hair was loose, and she was focused on her computer work. A unique charm of an intellectual woman was evident in her. I stopped myself again and quickly went to prepare the meal.

Lunch was served in a very harmonious atmosphere. My aunt was really touched by my behavior. She said that I had really learned to take care of people since I went to university, and my future girlfriend would be happy. I asked my aunt, "Aren't you happy now?" My aunt said she was so happy, so incredibly happy. Her little nephew, who used to fight with me all the time, had now learned to be considerate.

I said, "Then I'll call you 'Happy for a few days,'" and my aunt agreed. I don't know how much I was staring at her then, from a third-person perspective. My aunt was eating and didn't notice my gaze. My brain was in turmoil again; reason told me not to look, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "What are you looking at!" my aunt's words brought me back to reality. I lowered my head in embarrassment. My aunt said, "What are you looking at, little brat? You're all grown up now. When you get a girlfriend, you can look all you want." I never expected my aunt to say that. Embarrassed, I quickly cleared the dishes and helped my aunt back to the bedroom.

Chapter Ten

My aunt's leg wasn't swollen much anymore. She said she wanted to walk slowly in the afternoon and asked me to go with her. I supported her from the front, and she walked slowly on tiptoe, barefoot. We used a makeshift support to walk step by step around the living room. After walking just one lap, she must have put some strain on her injured area, because she felt a sharp pain and collapsed into my arms. I immediately put my arm around her waist, and I suddenly realized she was crying. I asked her if it hurt a lot, but tears kept flowing. She said she was fine, just feeling wronged. I asked her what was wronged about. She said it was nothing, and told me to help her back to bed. I helped her back to bed and asked her again why she was crying. She said it was nothing, but she felt that other people's boyfriends were with them every day, while she had no one to be with her even after falling. I said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here with you." My aunt wiped away her tears and laughed. "Okay, I'm happy to have you with me. Don't cry anymore." I continued to comfort her, "Auntie, don't cry. Get well soon and introduce me to a girlfriend." This time, my aunt was really happy. "What's wrong? Missing a wife?" "Love isn't something that can be introduced. It takes feeling. My nephew is so handsome, he must have many female classmates pursuing him." I said, "No way! Alright, alright, you're still a kid. Wait a few more years, no rush." I laughed out loud. I'm not old, but my hormones are already at an adult level. My aunt tapped me on the head, "Don't act like a hooligan, kid."

My Aunt's Story, Part 11: My aunt stayed home for a whole week, and I took care of her for the same entire week. She was going back to work, and the weather in Jinan was at its hottest. I really didn't want to go back to that sales job; I had a strange fear of it. Seeing my attitude, my aunt, because she was entrusted by my mother, didn't ask me for anything. My aunt went to work, while I spent my days cooped up in this tiny apartment, staring at the computer, doing nothing but QQ and playing multiplayer games. The hot days passed by in this boredom, while my aunt continued to go to get off work and come home every day. Before I knew it, it was the weekend again. My aunt asked me if I had visited any tourist attractions during my year of schooling in Jinan. I said no, and then my aunt... We suggested going to Jinan Park, but I'm not really interested in springs or anything like that. My aunt was so enthusiastic, though. Jinan is incredibly crowded on weekends; buses were packed like sardine cans. My aunt suggested going to Daming Lake first, which is about a dozen bus stops from our apartment complex. Seeing so many people, she was ready to take a taxi. I said it was fine, we had nothing to do on the weekend, why be so extravagant? She didn't say anything. Finally, we got on a bus, and after a lot of effort, we squeezed in. My aunt and I only had a tiny bit of space to stand; she was in front of me, and I was behind. The bus had air conditioning, so it wasn't too stuffy. And so began our journey across the "City of Springs," which lasted over an hour.

The bus got increasingly crowded, squeezing my aunt and me tightly together. My aunt was wearing a white jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, and I was pressed tightly against her buttocks from behind. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as the bus swayed, I felt something strange. However, it was summer, and her clothes were too thin, so she quickly noticed. Because of the Asian Cup being held in Jinan, the roads were under construction and particularly difficult to travel, making the ride increasingly bumpy. To keep us from swaying, I held onto her waist. She glanced back at me, and I saw the blush that had appeared on her face before, but there was nothing I could do now. The bus was getting more and more crowded, and our bodies were starting to tilt. My aunt then let me put my arm around her waist. I felt the area where we were touching was very hot. Finally, we reached the final stop and got off the bus. My aunt's face was very red, and her eyes looked so unnatural.

My trip to Daming Lake was marred by what happened on the bus, leaving me feeling quite flustered. My aunt was quiet, and I felt even more embarrassed. We quickly strolled around Daming Lake and left. My aunt suggested going to Thousand Buddha Mountain, but I said it was too hot and suggested we go to Quancheng Square instead. My aunt agreed, so we walked there. The square was bustling with people on the weekend. After a short walk, I could already feel the scorching sun. My aunt was already scared of the direct sunlight and said, "Let's go back, the UV rays are too strong." I said, "Okay, it's too hot." We got on the bus again. This time there was still a seat available, which I gave to my aunt. To ease the awkwardness from the bus ride, I joked, "Auntie, you have to sit, you're old and frail." My aunt joked back, "You know how to respect the elderly now. How about I give you my seat?" I said, "No, no, no." The bus started moving, heading back stop by stop.

There weren't many people heading back, but there were no seats available. Seeing how tired I was, my aunt felt sorry for me and said, "Why don't you sit down?" I replied with a laugh, "Wouldn't that be incredibly disrespectful?" My aunt said, "Then you sit down and I'll sit on your lap." I had no choice but to agree. After I sat down, the scent of my aunt's perfume wafted towards me again, and I felt a little intoxicated. The bus became increasingly bumpy. In preparation for hosting the Asian Cup, which would embarrass Chinese football, the entire road network in Jinan was being rebuilt, resulting in uneven and bumpy roads.

My aunt swayed back and forth on my legs as the car bumped along. I supported her waist with both hands. Because she was wearing a short skirt, she was afraid of exposing herself if she looked outwards, so she wrapped her arms around my neck instead. I, on the other hand, wasn't as reserved. I put one arm around her waist and the other on her thigh. My aunt asked me if I had ever hugged any other girl like this before, besides her aunt. I nodded shyly. I was a little intoxicated by my aunt's fragrance and a bit sleepy. In my drowsy state, my left hand pinched my aunt's thigh, just a little bit, but I immediately woke up. As soon as I took my hand away, my aunt looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, "Hold on tight, do you want to drop me?" So I hugged my aunt again. My aunt, meanwhile, was looking out the window, and her hand around my neck would occasionally pinch my earlobe with her fingers. We didn't say a word the whole way.

When I got home on the thirteenth, there was still a lot of food left because of the heat, so I ate a little. My aunt went to take a shower. After she finished, she wore a loose, semi-transparent nightgown, her hair down, and sat on the sofa watching TV. I seemed to have lost my usual restraint at home. I looked at her, and my aunt asked me what I was looking at.

I said, "Auntie, did you wear this nightgown specifically for your soldier boyfriend to see?" My aunt chuckled and said, "But he saw it too, didn't he?" I said, "Please don't! I didn't see anything." My aunt hit me with a magazine from the sofa. "So you mean you wanted to take a good look, huh?" I said, "What a huge injustice! I might have the desire, but I didn't dare!" My aunt immediately sat on my lap, just like she had on the bus that morning, and asked, "Kid, tell me the truth, what were you thinking behind me this morning?" My face suddenly turned red. I said, "What was I thinking? Didn't you think about why certain parts of your body reacted?" I chuckled mischievously and said, "What did I react to?" My aunt chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you've gone astray now." I asked her how I'd gone astray, and she gave me a strange look, as if to say, "I know it myself. You should probably be introduced to a girlfriend by now."

My aunt continued to snuggle against my legs. She asked me what kind of girl I liked. I said, "Well, how should I put it? First of all, she has to be a good person." My aunt asked, "What does 'good person' mean?" I replied, "First of all, she has to be filial." My aunt looked at me with exaggerated eyes, "I didn't know my nephew would think of filial piety." I said, "Of course, filial piety is the most important thing." And then, my aunt asked, "She can't be promiscuous." This made my aunt laugh. She smiled and asked, "Do you know what 'promiscuous' means?" I said, "Well, it's equivalent to promiscuity." My aunt laughed again, "Oh, you've grown up! What do you understand now? What else?" I said, "Furthermore, she must be beautiful, and at least 1.65 meters tall." My aunt said, "That's definitely how it has to be. My nephew is so handsome." As she spoke, she put her arms around my neck and touched my hair. "And what else?" I said, "Her figure must be S-shaped." My aunt cupped my face in her hands and laughed, "Baby, do you know what an S-shape is?" "I know, the chest should be perky, and the butt should be perky," my aunt said. "That's quite a specific requirement." I said, "Of course." My aunt laughed and asked, "How perky is considered perky?" I felt we were already on good terms, so I pinched the lower part of my aunt's breast and said, "It's definitely more prominent than yours." My aunt giggled and slapped my hand, saying, "You naughty boy, your aunt already has a devilish figure!" I said, "I didn't notice." My aunt suddenly stood up and spun around. This spin caused her sheer nightgown, tied around her waist, to fly up, and I could clearly see the red thong she was wearing. I was sitting, and my aunt was standing, so the thong was almost horizontal in front of my eyes. Every time my aunt turned around, I felt like her firm, upturned buttocks were a blazing fireball burning my eyes. The breeze from her nightgown, swept by as she spun around, felt like a scorching wave that incinerated me. I could clearly see the fullness surging in her pubic area. Seeing me staring blankly, she turned around, grabbed my earlobes with both hands, and shook me hard. I snapped out of it and quickly pinched my thigh hard to force the thoughts to stop. My aunt scolded, "Have you seen enough? If you keep looking, I'll tape your eyes shut so you won't look so disrespectfully!" I came to my senses. Hehe, Auntie, you made me dizzy. I just wanted to see your... "Was I as pretty as you when I was young?" my aunt asked. "Go home and ask your dad, he'll know soon enough." She smiled and said, "Look around, is there anyone prettier than your aunt?" I replied, "My dear aunt, you should only tell your nephew, don't tell anyone else, it's too embarrassing!" I said jokingly. My aunt jokingly sat on me, "Little brat, daring to tease your aunt? Come on, give your aunt a kiss!" At this point, the atmosphere was actually very harmonious. I tilted my head and said, "Absolutely not!" My aunt firmly cupped my face and said, "Hurry up, you dare to disobey me!" I saw my aunt's white, rabbit-like breasts swaying under her nightgown again, and I felt a little... Bewildered, I realized my aunt wanted me to kiss her cheek. She continued tilting her head, begging for a kiss. I turned and kissed her red lips, just once, in a second. My aunt's face immediately turned red, and she playfully slapped me. "You naughty boy, daring to steal a kiss from me!" I was actually quite flustered. To maintain a harmonious atmosphere, I joked, "You asked me to kiss you, didn't you?" My aunt blushed and said, "I asked you to kiss my cheek, not my lips." I said, "Isn't it the same? It's my first kiss, I don't care." My aunt looked especially beautiful then, and continued to hug my neck, saying, "I have a question for you, tell me the truth." I said, "Of course."

This weekend, my relationship with my aunt was unusually harmonious for the first time, and I felt less self-conscious about what I wore at home. In the mornings, I often went to the bathroom in my underwear, just like when I first arrived, and my aunt often wore her nightgown at home. There wasn't much awkwardness between us; of course, this was a tacit understanding between family members. I never went back to that job; my work commitment officially failed. Other students who were working summer jobs felt the same way. Finding a job in freshman year was actually quite difficult. Tutoring jobs didn't seem to hire freshmen; you could only find menial work. One of my roommates called me that day, suggesting we get together. This made me ecstatic; I'd spent a whole month at home... Suddenly, my buddies came to visit, and I was overjoyed. Most of my roommates were working in Jinan, and they were all there that day. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the lively conversation, I suddenly realized I was already quite drunk. We drank at the night market until after 10 p.m. Actually, I can't hold my liquor, but that day, I was so happy that I started to stagger. My aunt kept calling, and finally, she got angry and said sternly on the phone, "If you don't come back soon, I'm calling your mother. I can't handle it; let your mother handle it." Hearing this, I could only stagger back home. When I got home, I sat down on the sofa. My aunt asked me how much I had drunk, and I said I didn't know, I forgot. My aunt was indeed very angry and asked me, "What's going on with you? How am I going to explain this to your mother?" My aunt stood to the side with her arms crossed. I waved my hand and said it was okay, we're all classmates. My aunt said to wash up and go to bed. I said I didn't want to wash up, I wanted to go to bed. My aunt said, "Don't be so disgusting, you're covered in sweat." I was really drunk. I said, "Then wash me." My aunt didn't say anything, she went to get a towel and wiped her down like I used to when she was sick. She filled a basin with water, soaked the towel and wiped me down. When she was wiping my chest, I suddenly felt something cool and sobered up a bit. I quickly said to my aunt, "No need, no need." My aunt said, "Hurry up, look how drunk you are." I said, "What do you mean I'm like? I'm perfectly sober." As I was talking, I vaguely pulled my aunt into my arms.

My aunt said, "Let go of me. Look at your breath, it reeks of alcohol. If you turn around, I won't tell your mom. You learned to drink after a year of college." I said, "Do I need to learn to drink? I learned in middle school," I said nonchalantly. My aunt said, "Look at your face, it looks like a monkey's butt. It reeks of alcohol, it's disgusting." I said, "What's disgusting about it?" Actually, at that moment I was really intoxicated by the alcohol, I couldn't tell if I was drunk or not. My aunt wrinkled her nose, and I picked her up and kissed her for several seconds. My aunt was also bewitched by my actions at that moment. She didn't resist, you could even say she was a little intoxicated. Of course, maybe it was just my feeling. After several seconds, we were both very sober. My aunt said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late." I got up awkwardly and went back to my room, unable to calm down for a long time. My aunt next door probably wasn't asleep either. I told myself clearly, "You're drunk, it's okay." In a daze, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up at ten o'clock. I found myself still reeking of alcohol, as if it had seeped into my bloodstream. My head felt incredibly heavy. My aunt had gone to work early and sent me a message saying there was milk, so I should drink some myself. She also said things like, "You bad guy, you dared to molest your aunt last night!" Only then did I remember what had happened the night before. It felt like a dream. I asked myself if it was real. I couldn't believe it because I couldn't remember what I had done. But seeing my aunt's message, I had to believe it. Suddenly, I felt ashamed and even wanted to pack my things and run away from home. Suddenly, I felt ridiculous. I figured I was just drunk, so I gave myself a plausible excuse. The reason was that I ate a rather boring meal, turned on the computer, and started playing games. I sat in front of the computer all day. When my aunt came home from get off work in the afternoon, I still felt a little embarrassed, but it disappeared in an instant. My aunt said in a teasing tone, "What's wrong? Not going to drink? Go ahead and drink, you look so all red and swollen from drinking!" I immediately became cheeky and said, "Oh, it's just a little wine, is it really that big of a deal, Auntie?" My aunt said, "Don't give me that! You were so drunk last night that you molested me!" To cover up my embarrassment, I could only continue to smile and say, "No way, my dear auntie!" My aunt also felt that she couldn't continue, so she told me seriously, "Okay, you're not allowed to drink like that again. If you drink again, I'll really tell your mother." I nodded in agreement.

Seventeen. My relationship with my aunt grew closer day by day. I spent the hot summer in Jinan at home, while my aunt went to work. Our relationship became very harmonious. Occasionally, during breaks from work, my aunt would send me a text message to ask what I was doing, usually in a humorous tone. I would reply with a very humorous tone in return. After work, we spent our time in an even more cheerful atmosphere. My aunt would cook in the kitchen, and after dinner, we would watch TV on the sofa. Occasionally, my aunt would ask me to hug her, and I was no longer as reserved as before. Under the same roof, in the sweltering summer heat, we inevitably bumped into each other wearing light clothing, but we no longer felt awkward. We would often joke around, like "You're showing too much skin," and sometimes we would talk about sensitive topics, as if there was a hint of flirtation in our familial relationship, but we still maintained a fairly rational attitude, even though we were no longer used to being apart for more than a day.

At that time, I still firmly believed that this was a close and intimate familial bond.

My Aunt's Story, Episode 18: It was almost the end of July, and the weather in Jinan was still scorching. My aunt's company had selected three employees to go on a trip to Hangzhou because of their outstanding performance that month, and my aunt was one of them. If she brought a relative, she only needed to pay 800 yuan, and the company would cover the rest—much cheaper than going with a tour group. My aunt asked if I wanted to go, and I said I didn't have any money. I'd spent the whole summer playing and hadn't earned any. I suggested she go with her soldier brother, but when she called him, he said he had to go back to school to protect the campus. Then my aunt had a huge argument with me, slamming the phone on the bed. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe. That evening, my aunt said to me, "You should go too. I'll give you the money." I joked, "I can't let you give me charity. I eat your food, stay at your place, and now I have to ask you for money for the trip?" I asked my mom for money, but my aunt said irritably, "What do you mean, 'ask for money'? I told you to go, so you go? Why make such a fuss? Pack your things tomorrow, get ready to leave." I made an exaggerated expression and tacitly agreed.

The other two people at my aunt's company were a man and a woman, each with their partner. My aunt was the only one with her nephew. At first, people thought I was her brother, but later they found out I was her nephew. My aunt was in a bad mood before boarding the plane, which I completely understand. Everyone else was in pairs, while she was all alone. In reality, my presence didn't alleviate her loneliness; it only made her appear solitary. Since we weren't in a tour group, we had more freedom. It was a week anyway. After a two-hour flight, we arrived in Hangzhou. After getting off the plane, we boarded a bus to West Lake. My aunt and I sat next to each other. She was wearing large sunglasses and quietly looking out the window. From the moment she boarded the plane... She barely spoke, which made me feel quite uncomfortable. I gently asked my aunt what was wrong, and she said nothing. I said, "Is it because of the argument? Don't take it so seriously. Since we're out having fun, why not have fun in a good mood? It's not like we're just out for the first time." After I finished speaking, my aunt turned to look at me, smiled slightly, and said, "You can even comfort people now." Seeing my aunt smile, I happily said, "Of course! I might not be able to do that for others, but I can certainly do it for my aunt!" As I spoke, I tugged at my aunt's hand and shook it. Perhaps because I looked so obedient, my aunt laughed even more, and my previous gloom instantly vanished. My aunt pulled her hand away and gently tapped my forehead with her index finger, saying, "My good boy, with you by my side, how can I be unhappy?"

The car ride took about two hours, so my aunt quickly got tired and soon fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I secretly observed my aunt, wondering whether it was right or wrong for such a beautiful and sensitive girl like her to choose a soldier as her boyfriend. Only my aunt herself could figure it out.

Episode 19 of "My Aunt's Adventures": We arrived at West Lake around 7 PM, but it wasn't dark yet. After getting off the bus, we immediately looked for a hotel. The two couples had booked standard double rooms, while my aunt and I wanted to each have a single room. However, the hotel said they didn't have any. I suggested we go somewhere else, but my aunt's colleague, who was already very tired, said, "Since you're mother and daughter, just get a double room; you won't be sharing a bed." I felt a little embarrassed, but my aunt said, "Okay, then." The hotel room was quite clean. My aunt, being a woman, couldn't withstand the fatigue of the journey and immediately collapsed onto the bed. I, on the other hand, didn't seem that tired. Arriving in Hangzhou, for someone who had never traveled far before, filled me with uncontrollable excitement. Most importantly, Hangzhou had always been a place I longed to visit. It has Wansong Academy, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Su Xiaoxiao, Xin Qiji, Yue Fei and Qin Hui, and so on—culture, love, literature, legends, backpackers from the north, and the local, petite, and beautiful women of Jiangnan… Everything here was a dreamlike paradise that I had longed for countless times in my books, in my heart, and in my mind.

I opened the window, and West Lake was indeed a very beautiful place. In the evening, the sky over West Lake was still a deep green, like another West Lake reflected in the sky.

There was no horizon here, and it was surrounded by mountains on all sides. Under the approaching night, the sky seemed about to kiss the earth... My aunt and I took showers separately, and the other two couples came over to invite us to go out for dinner. The streets were still full of tourists at night. Since we were in Hangzhou, they all suggested trying West Lake's specialty snack, thousand-layer beef vermicelli. Actually, I had eaten enough vermicelli and rice noodles at school, so I wasn't very interested in that, but I could only go along with them. After dinner, the other two couples were quite interested in walking around, but my aunt was probably still in a bad mood and said she was tired and wanted to go back. I was also very excited, so I had no choice but to go back with her.

Episode 20 of "Things with My Aunt": I was suddenly woken up by a noise this morning. Listening closely, I realized it was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Seeing that my aunt wasn't in bed, I knew she had gone to take a shower. I never sleep well in a new place, so I turned on the TV and watched some really bad dramas. Just then, my aunt came out. She hadn't expected me to wake up so early; she went in wearing only her underwear and came out still wearing that. She was drying her hair as she came out when she realized I was awake and staring at her. A moment of awkwardness ensued. The bright colors on her clothes were very stimulating to me, especially since it was morning, and for a young boy, certain parts of his body are most active in the morning. Luckily, she was covered by a blanket. My aunt also felt embarrassed, so she grabbed a towel and... I wrapped myself up and turned my head back to watch TV. The air was somewhat quiet. To break the silence, I joked, "Don't go swimming anymore, or you might get harassed by hooligans!" My aunt chuckled and said, "Why would I need to harass you at the swimming pool? There's a handsome guy around all the time who would be harassing me, even on the bus, haha..." I suddenly realized my aunt was talking about me, but I no longer felt shy. I wanted to tickle her, but when I lifted the blanket, I realized some parts of me were still erect. I quickly covered myself up, and my aunt saw everything. In episode 21 of "Those Things About My Aunt," my aunt said, "The young man's exposed!" I chuckled and said, "You got lucky!" My aunt picked up a pillow and pretended... The accusation was thrown at me. Kids, why are you making such a fuss? I also begged for forgiveness, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong!" Things calmed down again. There weren't many programs on TV, so I asked my aunt if she wanted to sleep a little longer. She said her hair wasn't dry yet. I said I'd lie down for a bit. She took the remote. Just as I lay down, I suddenly heard a banging sound from next door. It started slowly, then gradually quickened, and some intermittent, low moans reached my ears. I'd heard this sound before at my aunt's house, and hearing it again made my heart race. I secretly glanced at my aunt; her face was a little red. I couldn't tell if it was from taking a shower or from hearing this. I didn't know. I turned the TV up really loud, but it still couldn't drown out the sound of the impact. A feeling of tension and inexplicable excitement I'd never experienced before reached my ears. I reached down and grabbed my crotch… My aunt said, "What are you doing?" I suddenly stopped, unsure what to do. My aunt, wrapped in a towel, ran over and lay down beside my bed, saying, "Let's talk. The neighbors are so annoying." I turned around and saw my aunt's face was flushed. She said, "What's annoying?" and gave me a mischievous smile. My aunt looked exceptionally beautiful then, absolutely charming in certain places. Years later, when I held someone else's crotch and did whatever I wanted, I didn't feel the same way. In episode 22 of "Those Things About My Aunt," I could only describe my feelings as "agony." I

could tell my aunt was also nervous, so we remained silent, or perhaps we were both trying to find something to break the awkward silence. My aunt probably didn't know what to say either, so she got up and went to the balcony, leaning against the railing to look at the colorful night view of West Lake.

I was bored too, so I casually copied a page from a West Lake tourist guide and started reading.

The two couples who came with my aunt, I don't know if they were too excited to be in Hangzhou or if they were treating this trip like a honeymoon, but the soundproofing in this hotel is really terrible. The room to my left has quieted down, I can hear the running water and laughter coming from the bathroom.

But the battle has started again in the room to my right, and it sounds even more intense than the couple in the room to my left. It seems like their bed is right next to the wall, I can feel the wall vibrating. I pulled the blanket over my head, but the moaning was even clearer. The more I tried not to listen, the clearer it became, my god! I definitely have to change rooms tomorrow. My aunt is okay, but I'm like a volcano with high blood pressure, I'm afraid I might erupt and burn her. Thinking of my aunt's figure, her expression, her gracefulness, her charm... my lower body is aroused again. Thinking of this, I slapped myself hard to control my emotions.

Suddenly, I felt suffocated. I yanked off the covers, gasping for breath. My aunt was still on the balcony enjoying the night view. I could see her silhouette from the bed; she had changed into her pajamas. Her mature figure looked even more alluring from that short distance of 5-6 meters, her firm buttocks hidden beneath the white gauze nightgown… I tried to control my thoughts. My aunt was so beautiful. Not only did she have such a perfect figure, but her heart was also so kind and beautiful. I hated why she was my aunt, and why her older sister was my mother.

Just then, the sound of running water from the bathroom next door gradually subsided, but suddenly an even more violent "slap slap" sound rang out again. Damn it! This was a nightmare. I got up and went to the balcony. My aunt was resting her chin on her hand, seemingly deep in thought, unaware that I was standing right behind her. Suddenly, I had a mischievous idea to scare her. I reached behind her and grabbed her, pretending to push her off. My aunt screamed, "Ahhh!" and instinctively turned her head. Because I was holding her from behind, her turn resulted in her wet, soft lips pressing against mine. She turned her head away, saying, "What are you doing? You scared me to death! Let go!" I was still dazed and intoxicated by the "kiss" and didn't let go. But my lower body was already pressed tightly against my aunt's buttocks, and my unruly little brother was acting up again, suddenly becoming erect. My aunt felt it clearly, letting out a soft moan. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and pushed me away, yelling, "You little rascal, are you trying to kill me? You scared your aunt to death!" I suddenly woke up, feeling extremely embarrassed about my prank, and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

In episode 23 of "My Aunt's Stories," my aunt, realizing her earlier lapse in composure, quickly changed the subject. "Look," she said, "the night view of West Lake is so beautiful!" I leaned against the railing with her, watching the night scene together. The distant lights twinkled like stars, connecting with the starry sky above and merging with the lights reflected in West Lake below, creating a sea of stars. My aunt said, "Close your eyes, face the wind, and listen to the stars' conversation." I closed my eyes like her, and a gentle breeze brushed past my ears, cool and comforting. A feeling of overflowing happiness welled up inside me. I asked her, "Do you think Rose and Jack, standing on the bow of the Titanic, felt the same way?" My aunt said, "Yes, it's so beautiful and romantic."

I said, "Rose's arms are outstretched, like she's flying." My aunt closed her eyes, opened her arms, and breathed in the wind. She said, "Yes, it feels so beautiful, but it seems like something's missing."

I cautiously told my aunt that in the movie, Jack was holding Rose. My aunt remained motionless and silent, still in her flying pose. I said, "Then I'll be Jack, and you'll be Rose." My aunt agreed. So I walked behind her, gently embracing her slender waist. We breathed in the fresh air together, sharing the beautiful night. We closed our eyes, and it felt as if we were standing on the bow of the Titanic, with surging waves beneath our feet and seagulls flying all around us… …We stayed like that for a long time. I wished we could stay like that forever, always this close.

My aunt, still with her eyes closed, sighed and said, "Jack and Rose didn't end up together. It's a tragedy."

I was suddenly speechless, unsure how to respond to her words.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I think I must have fallen in love with my aunt, but it's clearly hopeless. My aunt was asleep, her pajamas lightly wrapped around her body. Suddenly, a feeling welled up inside me. I turned on the lamp and wrote a poem, "Ma Liang's Magic Brush": Ma Liang's Magic Brush How I long to have Ma Liang's magic brush to paint a beautiful young girl. I imagine she must be fair and delicate, perhaps with cascading black hair, or with an elegantly tied-up beard and high bun. Her eyes, bright and clear, are serene and beautiful, her delicate eyebrows shyly concealed. How I long to lean against her, her waist gently swaying. In her gauze skirt, she danced a flowing, graceful dance. I, like Ma Liang before a painting, was most able to express the beauty of a poem flowing from my brush, a poem about a beautiful night with her. I finished writing it, and my aunt suddenly turned over and went back to sleep. I got up, pushed the blanket to the corner of the bed, and covered her up again. I folded the poem into a paper crane and placed it beside her face. I turned off the lamp, and listening to my aunt's soft breathing, I slowly fell asleep. In my dream, my aunt wore a pure white wedding dress, dressed as a beautiful bride. (Episode 24 of "Those Things About My Aunt") The next morning, my aunt woke up earlier than me. "Hey! Jack, Rose is already up! You're still lying in bed! Be careful, your aunt will expose you!" I felt that the poem I wrote last night shouldn't have been placed on my aunt's pillow. Getting up, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and eating breakfast, my heart was pounding. But my aunt seemed not to have seen the poem; she just seemed more radiant than usual.

I decided not to think about it anymore. Oh well! So what if it's embarrassing? It's just my aunt and nephew, no big deal.

Since this trip was specifically to Hangzhou, we had plenty of time. After a quick pack, I set off with my aunt's colleague from next door. The hotel was actually quite a distance from West Lake, but thankfully there was a direct bus stop right in front of the hotel.

At night, it didn't seem like much, but during the day, West Lake revealed its extraordinary beauty. To me, West Lake is a misty pool of clear water, a piece of translucent jade, a graceful love poem, a portrait of a woman from Jiangnan. She is always surrounded by so many fragrances and beauties, some strong, some subtle, just like my aunt—emerald green, clear and pure, gentle and beautiful.

Before, my understanding of West Lake from books, television, and poetry seemed far removed from the real West Lake; it only described its beauty, but not its spirit.

Before approaching her, I was filled with trepidation, nervousness, and anxiety, as if I were about to meet a beautiful young woman I had long admired, someone I had only heard of for her captivating charm, her talent and beauty, her delicate and tender nature, but had never actually met her.

Not far from West Lake, a dozen or so small bridges connect the surrounding area, and a narrow road gently winds its way across them like a green ribbon.

The car we were in undulated along this ribbon, each bridge we crossed feeling like a series of small waves we were leaping over on a floating board.

My aunt and I sat side-by-side in the last row. She looked a little pale. I asked her what was wrong, if she wasn't feeling well. She supported her forehead with her hand, her eyebrows furrowed. Perhaps the car had been bobbing up and down for too long; I was feeling dizzy. I took her hand, patted her back, and told her not to look out the window, as it would only make her dizzier.

My aunt closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded weakly.

I held her in my right arm. Seeing that she was feeling better, I looked out the window at the West Lake with relief. We were almost there, but I felt uneasy. I didn't know how to meet her, just as I didn't know how to continue our relationship. The lush trees along the lake were interwoven in a neat and orderly fashion, like a green gauze skirt on the beautiful West Lake. Only the shimmering light reflected from the lake surface filtered through the leaves. It seemed that the shy West Lake wasn't willing to reveal herself to me all at once.

The final stop was on the north bank of West Lake. After getting off the bus, I bought a bottle of mineral water for my aunt. I told her colleague, "You guys go ahead. My aunt is carsick. She'll rest for a bit and then catch up with you." Her colleague saw that my aunt was alright and said, "We'll contact you by phone later. We're going now. Take good care of your aunt."

My aunt drank a few sips of water, looked at the green hills surrounding West Lake, and felt better. Her cheeks regained their former rosy glow. "Come on, son, help your aunt up!" I said, "Okay!" I stretched out my big hand and pulled my aunt up. My aunt giggled, "You're quite strong, young man! Your aunt is sick now, and you'll have to take care of the wounded later." I asked, "How will you take care of me?" My aunt said seriously, "Carry me on your back."

I said, "Okay, I'll carry you on my back today. When you see your soldier brother later, you have to return him to me and make him carry me around a few laps too." My aunt said, "Okay, you decide. I'm just thinking of teaching that rascal a lesson."

Because I carefully read the illustrated West Lake scenic spot guide last night, I had a basic understanding of West Lake. I told my aunt, "What we're standing on is Su Causeway." My aunt asked, "Su Causeway seems very important. Was it built under the direction of Su Dongpo?" I said, "Yes, Su Shi was not only an accomplished official, but also a genius of his time."

I felt it was time for me to showcase my talents, so I couldn't help but boast to my aunt that Su Shi was once captivated by the exquisite beauty of Xi Shi.

"The shimmering water is beautiful on a sunny day, the misty mountains are enchanting even in the rain."

"To compare West Lake to Xi Shi, whether adorned or plain

, she is always beautiful." His poem "Drinking on the Lake After Rain" describes West Lake as possessing a graceful and delicate beauty. West Lake, like Xi Shi, has a natural beauty, needing no embellishment; even the subtle charm revealed unintentionally is enough to captivate. Whether heavily made up or lightly painted, it is always charming and graceful; whether in sunshine or rain, in the morning flowers or evening moon, it is incomparably beautiful and enchanting.

My aunt said, "Wow! I didn't realize my nephew had such literary talent; he speaks eloquently! " I chuckled and said, "Auntie, if West Lake were a woman, she would have the same charm and beauty as you." My aunt said, "Good job, young man, you

even

noticed that."

I thought to myself, "My aunt is really not modest."

After resting for a while at Jia Gong Pavilion and taking a photo, I said, "Auntie, look, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the water is rippling, the lake and mountains are beautiful..." "I can see everything here. If only I could live here," my aunt said. "Then you should study hard, learn some real skills and work hard so you can earn lots of money and buy a villa here. Oh, then your aunt can move in and enjoy a life of leisure."

I said, "I don't mind if you move in, but where will you leave your soldier brother?" My aunt scolded, "Go away, you brat! You keep talking about your soldier brother. What do you know? I can live just fine without him."

I said, "Yes, yes, I was wrong. The soldier brother is yours. I won't mention it again."

My aunt seemed to suddenly become a little downcast and said softly, "Don't mention it."

Before me, half a pond of pink lotuses and a pool of green lotus leaves, with a few small boats vaguely visible coming and going, a poem welled up in my heart: "The West Lake in June is truly unique, its scenery unlike any other season. The lotus leaves stretch endlessly to the sky, a boundless green, while the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, are a vibrant red." "

Auntie, look at this expanse of lotus leaves stretching to the horizon, meeting the vast blue sky. The bright sunshine and the vibrant red lotus blossoms complement each other beautifully. The beauty of West Lake is revealed here in a more splendid and vivid way, so captivating! Yang Wanli's 'Leaving Jingci Temple at Dawn to See Lin Zifang Off' is the perfect verse to capture the beauty of West Lake in midsummer."

Unexpectedly, Auntie then softly recited: "Layered lakes and overlapping peaks, clear and beautiful, with osmanthus blossoms in autumn and lotus flowers for ten miles."

"The Qiang flute plays in the clear weather, the water chestnut song floats on the night, the fisherman and lotus-picking girls laugh and play," I said. This is Liu Yong's poem "Looking at the Tide," Auntie, you've memorized it too? Auntie laughed and said, "Yes, you're allowed to recite poems, but I can't sing lyrics?" She continued, "This is the second half of the poem. Liu Yong vividly depicts the scenery of West Lake: the overlapping mountains, the glistening osmanthus blossoms on the branches, the lotus leaves in the lake, the white-haired fisherman playing the Qiang flute, the lotus-picking girls singing water chestnut songs… West Lake is thus portrayed as round as a precious mirror, reflecting purity and stillness, while also…" While retaining its cheerful and bright spirit, its charm and atmosphere have already left a subtle sense of freshness and leisure in the hearts of visitors.

At this point, my aunt seemed to be completely absorbed in the scene and atmosphere. I was quite surprised; it turned out she had such a deep understanding of classical literature. I suddenly realized I couldn't be careless and let her catch me off guard.

I needed to carefully consider whether my recitation of poems was appropriate.

My aunt seemed to have more to say, murmuring, "In fact, West Lake has both serene beauty and melancholy: 'Day after day I pass West Lake, its cold waters soaking the jade-like lake.

Though the mountain scenery is said to be picturesque, it's hard to capture in a painting.

The sounds of music and bells, sometimes broken, sometimes continued.

The lotus blossoms bloom in succession, and several small boats race by.'

'Beyond the mountains, green hills rise; beyond the buildings, more buildings stand. When will the songs and dances of West Lake cease? The warm breeze intoxicates the visitors, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.'" "

Expanding the land to drink from the Yellow Springs, their ambitions should be fulfilled, yet the mud-covered soldiers still wet the Chiang Kai-shek Temple; crying out to heaven for the iron statue, this injustice remains unavenged, the stone horse often weeps at Zhaoling."

Xin Qiji's "Good Things abound," Lin Sheng's "Written at Lin'an Inn," and Zhang Dai's elegiac couplet commemorating Yue Fei, a famous general who resisted the Jin dynasty during the Song dynasty, all briefly or not mention the scenery of West Lake, shifting their focus from West Lake to a sense of concern for the world, a deep indignation at the weak Southern Song rulers' confinement to a corner of the country. West Lake is thus imbued with profound patriotic sentiment, endowed with the iron will and unyielding spirit of patriots.

I think West Lake is a beautiful woman, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, don't you think? I suddenly feel a little speechless. My aunt's literary skills are truly remarkable, and for the first time, I feel her gentleness... Beyond its outward beauty, it also possesses a unique strength and boldness.

I changed the subject, saying, "Auntie, in my opinion, only love truly embodies the unique essence of West Lake, with its subtle tenderness and poignant sadness." My aunt agreed, saying, "

Oh, that's Xiling Bridge up ahead, isn't it? Come on, let's go take a look." She then grabbed my hand and ran forward.

Standing on Xiling Bridge, the Mu Cai Pavilion, just a few meters away, was nestled beside it. I told my aunt, "The Mu Cai Pavilion is in memory of Su Xiaoxiao, isn't it?" Instead of answering, my aunt asked, "Su Xiaoxiao was very pitiful, wasn't she?" I said, "Su Xiaoxiao was a famous courtesan from Qiantang during the Southern Qi Dynasty, according to legend..." That was her grave.

I continued, telling her that she was a woman truly nurtured by the milk of West Lake, with a face like a painting, and unparalleled beauty; Su Xiaoxiao was naturally quiet and intelligent, with graceful and elegant manners; she was poised and generous, always traveling in a luxurious carriage; she often played the zither in pavilions or danced on illuminated pleasure boats.

My aunt asked, "Who was the person Su Xiaoxiao was waiting for? Who was so heartless, refusing to come see her even until her death?"

I told my aunt that the person was the son of the Prime Minister, named Ruan Yu. From their initial love at first sight to their love of music, chess, poetry, and wine on the pleasure boat, from their mutual appreciation to their secret vows of eternal love. Throughout his life, he couldn't break free from the shackles of feudal social hierarchy. When Ruan Yu returned home, he told his father, the prime minister, that he wanted to marry Su Xiaoxiao, a famous courtesan from Jiangnan who only sold her art, not her body . His father was furious, scolding his son, "You brat, don't you want to be an official anymore? Do you want to be like that brothel-dwelling Liu Yong? Do you want to utterly disgrace me?" "

And what happened?" my aunt asked. I said there was no result.

My aunt suddenly became angry, saying, "How could he say that? Since he couldn't marry Xiaoxiao, he should have sent a message instead of making her wait like this. "

I continued, "I ride in an oil-painted carriage, my lover rides a fine horse.

Where shall we pledge our hearts? Beneath the pines and cypresses of Xiling."

In the end, Su Xiaoxiao died in lonely sorrow and desolation. She ultimately failed to fulfill her wish of spending her life with him.

"The orchid in the dew, like weeping eyes.

Nothing can bind our hearts together, fireworks cannot be cut.

Grass like a carpet, pines like a canopy, wind as a garment, water as a pendant.

An oil-painted carriage, awaiting you at dusk. "

"The cold green candle, its light faded.

Beneath the Western Hills, wind and rain blew."

The brilliant poet Li He, in his tragic poem "The Tomb of Su Xiaoxiao," poured out Su Xiaoxiao's endless longing and profound sorrow for Ruan Yu! Later generations admired her talent and character, recalling their tragic love story, and built the "Pavilion of Admiring Talent" beside the thatched cottage by the lake where Su Xiaoxiao waited for Ruan Yu.

Hearing this, my aunt was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Do you think he's worth waiting for?" I didn't know how to answer. I knew my aunt was talking about her soldier boyfriend, and I knew her sorrow. Her love was so difficult, and I couldn't help but feel resentment towards her soldier boyfriend.

My aunt's small hand remained firmly in my palm, warm... Warm and soft, my aunt let me gently and naturally take her hand. In a daze, I felt as if I were strolling hand in hand with my lover along the West Lake, surrounded by pure beauty and free from all distractions.

After walking along a tree-lined path for a while, the Broken Bridge at the foot of Gem Mountain came into view. I led my aunt up to it and took a deep breath. My aunt seemed to still be recovering from her earlier sadness. She said softly, "Was this where Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi met?" I said yes, and that they held hands like this back then too! My aunt blushed slightly and tried to pull her hand away, but I let her.

My aunt seemed to be talking to herself, wondering if the ethereal beauty of the White Snake Lady lingered on this Broken Bridge. Her thoughts seemed to clear again, yet a trace of melancholy remained. I asked her, "On this Broken Bridge, in that gentle rain, under a silk umbrella, in a small ferry boat, how did the thousand-year-long, poignant love story of Xu Xian and the White Snake Lady unfold?" My aunt said, "Fate brings them together from a thousand miles away." I laughed and replied, "Fate brings them together from a thousand miles away!" My aunt pinched my waist, "Be serious! I'm your aunt, what are you thinking about!" Then she giggled to herself.

My aunt seemed to be asking me, and also asking herself: Did they really meet in the springtime of West Lake in March? Was the spring rain then as light and fine as mist? Did it exude the mellow fragrance of flower petals like fine wine? Was the White Snake Lady meditating beneath Leifeng Pagoda on the northern edge of Nanping Mountain across the river? I said, "Auntie, stop getting emotional. Look over there, that's the East Lake of West Lake. Legend says it's where Fahai's alms bowl turned into virtue?" Auntie said, "I think that looks more like Xu Xian's tears of longing." I said, "Yes, soldiers have almost that many tears!" Auntie suddenly punched me hard, it really hurt to the bone. I never thought a woman would be so savage when her sore spot was touched. "

Auntie, let me recite a poem for you." Auntie asked, "Which ancient poet's poem do you want me to recite?" I said, "Xu Zhimo's 'Leifeng Pagoda.'" Auntie happily said, "Okay, okay, I really want to hear it, I love Xu Zhimo's poems the most."

I lowered my voice, trying to make it sound magnetic: "That poem is about the ancient tomb of Lady White Snake, / The boatman's finger points deep into the wild grass; / Guest, you know the legend of West Lake, / Lady White Snake was a passionate demon.

/ Because of her passion, she suffered, / She loved a good-for-nothing Xu Xian, / Her lover; / He listened to a monk, and in a moment of folly / He used a bowl to cover his wife's true form.

/ Now, thousands of years have passed, / Poor thing, she is suppressed at the bottom of Leifeng Pagoda, — a dilapidated ancient pagoda, desolate, / solemn, alone in the evening bells of Nanping!" After reciting the poem, I saw that my aunt seemed to have more to say, so I continued, saying that Xu Zhimo, in his poem "Leifeng Pagoda," recorded three such people with complex emotions: a good-for-nothing doctor, a passionate snake demon, and a "rape of an old monk" ("rape of an old monk" is a phrase from the "lakeside poet" Wang Jingzhi).

My aunt didn't comment on the poem, but instead asked me, "Do you think I'm sometimes very sentimental?" I laughed and said, "I wouldn't call myself sentimental, but you certainly resemble a snake demon!" My aunt said, "Okay, I'm a snake demon, then you must be that 'old monk'!" I continued, "You say I'm an 'old monk,' so who did I 'rape'?" My aunt couldn't answer and blushed furiously.

I chuckled and said, "Auntie, let me tell you a joke." My aunt glared at me and said, "I bet you can't say anything nice," deliberately covering her ears with her hands, "I won't listen! I won't listen!" I reached out to grab her hands, "You have to listen, since you called me an old monk. Well, I'll be an old monk for once and rape you!" My aunt shouted, "I hate you! I'm leaving, I'm not talking to you anymore!" After saying that, she got up and ran off. I chased after her and grabbed her back, but she tripped and fell on the lawn. And, unfortunately, I landed squarely on her back.

Because it happened so suddenly, I didn't get up immediately. The scent of her hair filled my senses, intoxicating me. She pushed me away, sat up, rubbed her knee, and said, aggrieved, "You naughty boy, you hurt me!"

I looked closer and saw, oh dear, her knee was really red and bruised. I didn't know what to do, and awkwardly rubbed it for her. She cried out, "Ouch! Don't move! It hurts!" So I knelt down, lifted her injured leg, and placed it on my knee, gently blowing on it. Looking at her reddened knee, I broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing my clumsy attempt, she suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh dear," she said, "it seems my kindness to my nephew wasn't for nothing. I didn't expect my good boy to be so filial."

Seeing that he was alright, I felt much relieved, but I was still resentful of her mockery. So I lifted her other leg. My aunt, who was sitting on the ground with her hands supporting her weight, was suddenly thrown back onto the lawn. Suddenly, I saw her flesh-colored underwear under her short skirt, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly got up and carried her to the side,

too embarrassed to look again. My aunt seemed embarrassed too, so she straightened her clothes, slowly stood up, and said to me, "Kid, your aunt's leg is on temporary leave. Now keep your promise." I said, "What promise?" My aunt pouted, "No cheating! Carry me!" Sigh, I really regretted my boast when I got off the bus. I had no choice but to carry my aunt forward. My aunt wouldn't let me off the hook, laughing all the way, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" I was so angry, but thankfully, my aunt was slender and shapely, and she wasn't heavy or cuddly on my back. She was plump and chubby, and carrying such a beautiful woman attracted envious glances from passersby, which was actually quite enjoyable.

After walking for a few minutes, my aunt, still concerned for me, said, "Alright, alright, that's enough. Even though your aunt is injured and sick, you still need to take care of your nephew. I'll get off and walk by myself." I immediately agreed. My aunt tugged at my ear, "You really don't stand on ceremony with your aunt!" I said, "This is what your soldier brother owes me. Put it on his tab for now."

My aunt rolled her eyes at me, "You're so annoying!" Then she stretched out her arm and helped me walk.

I said, "Okay, this is easy!" We bought tickets and boarded the painted boat moored by the winding bridge. My aunt and I sat together on the wooden seats on the upper deck of the boat. The wind on West Lake was moist and cool. As the boat moved, the water of West Lake slowly receded beneath it, leaving a long, winding ripple on the still lake surface, like the whisk held by a Taoist priest from Laoshan.

Before we knew it, we had reached the center of the lake. My aunt pointed to three pagodas protruding from the water not far from the side of the boat. "Look!" she exclaimed. "Three Pools Mirroring the Moon!" (One of the three islands in the lake, with three platforms in the middle; this refers to the Three Platforms, also known as Three Platforms Reflecting the Moon.

) The three pagodas emerged from the water like three white agates inlaid on a mirror, shimmering gently with the ripples and waves on the lake. I said that it was only beautiful when the moon was full, and under the bright moonlight, the five moons would gather together in a beautiful scene. My aunt said, "Then next time we come, let's come when it's the full moon." After saying that, my aunt stood up, leaning on the wooden pillar of the pavilion. She carefully touched the carved flowers and feathers, the light silk curtains and gauze between the boats, like an ancient dancer. My aunt was so beautiful; every time I quietly observed her, I was captivated. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a painted boat from the Song Dynasty? How many beautiful women and courtesans had danced and played music on this painted boat? Are their spirits still lingering here, unwilling to leave? Is my beautiful aunt the reincarnation of Su Xiaoxiao? Gazing around, I see the vast expanse of West Lake, its waters hazy and misty, willows swaying in the breeze on the banks, and the swirling clouds adding to its dreamlike quality, inexplicably casting a faint melancholy over my heart. My aunt seems still lost in the beauty of the scenery inside and outside the painted boat. To me, she is like a beautiful young woman from Jiangnan, with a slender waist, leaning against the boat pillar, her eyebrows delicate, a slight smile on her face. Suddenly, she holds a sachet of lotus flowers in her hand, her slender fingers playing with a handful of lotus seeds. I can't help but recall a poem: "The boat moves, the lake shimmers in the autumn light, I watch the young man drift by. For no reason, I toss lotus seeds across the water, and am ashamed for half a day when someone sees me from afar." Could Huangfu Song's "Picking Lotus Seeds" have been written for this moment, a thousand years later—for my aunt before me? Extremely moving, extremely divine, extremely wonderful. I picked up my camera and took pictures of my aunt. I didn't ask her to pose; her natural beauty didn't need the affected mannerisms of ordinary people. Her casual smile was enough to leave behind a classic , timeless beauty. The painted boat stopped at the foot of Phoenix Mountain on the southern edge of West Lake. I helped my aunt off the boat and told her that this was Wansong Academy. The Wansong Academy complex was built along Wansong Ridge, simple and ancient. It was the largest, longest-lasting, and most influential gathering place for literati in Hangzhou during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Statues of great Ming and Qing scholars such as Wang Yangming and Qi Zhaonan were there. They once lectured here. Yuan Mei, the "Poet of Suiyuan" who lived a life of "plum blossoms as his wife and cranes as his children," also studied here (I studied Chinese literature, so I had some knowledge of these literary things, and I showed off a bit to my aunt).

My aunt said, "I'm not interested in these ancient people. Let's go somewhere else. It's too tiring to go up there; my legs hurt so much!" I told her that the beautiful legend of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, who "studied together for three years, slept together without realizing it, and were separated by thunder and their coffins splitting into butterflies," happened here. I didn't care, but Aunt, you're so old, don't you want to go up and ask for a peach blossom fortune? My aunt pretended to be in a business mood, "Am I that old? Look at your cheeky face. If you don't watch your mouth, you might never find a wife and stay a bachelor your whole life." I chuckled, "I don't need a wife. I'm satisfied just being able to play with you every day. Besides, if I had a wife, would I be so carefree as to travel a thousand miles to meet you?" My aunt flicked my nose with her fingertip and said, "If you keep acting so disrespectfully, I'll send you to my older sister to be properly disciplined." I said, "No, please! I'm scared, okay? Let's go up and take a look." My aunt said, "Okay, these steps are so high, don't carry me on your back, just pull me up." I took my aunt's hand and walked up the long stone steps step by step. My aunt said, "Let's look for Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai first." We went straight to the "Lecture Platform" at the highest point of the academy. To the right, there was a stone-carved path winding northeast, hidden among the lush green pines. Dozens of feet away, there was a reclining cloud stone. The West Lake scenic spot guide I read last night was definitely worth it. This place played a decisive role. I could always tell my aunt many stories and legends at just the right time. I told my aunt that this was the place where Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai often came to recite books and play.

My aunt's eyes lit up, and the weariness on her face vanished. I helped her climb the Woyun Stone to rest. Pairs of butterflies fluttered among the flowers and grasses, chasing and brushing against each other. Looking at them, my aunt said, "Are these butterflies dancing a tragic dance for Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? Are they their beautiful reincarnations through countless lifetimes?" I replied, "These butterflies have come here to tell us that poignant and beautiful love story.

When Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were tired from studying, they often stood here to admire the beautiful scenery of West Lake below. They would often sneak out of class to play together by the lake.

" My aunt asked, "In that era, weren't they afraid of the constraints of scholarly etiquette? Weren't they afraid of the strange looks from passersby?" I said, "They disregarded all of that." My aunt asked why, and I answered, "They loved each other."

A deep sadness seemed to creep into my aunt's expression. I didn't know what she was thinking then; perhaps she was confused, or perhaps lost, heartbroken for her and the soldier, or saddened by something else entirely. I had no idea.

My aunt held my hand tightly, refusing to let go.

I, meanwhile, gazed at West Lake below, but my view was obstructed by the dense foliage. I tiptoed, and now I could see through the pine needles. West Lake appeared languidly asleep, like a weary maiden, drifting off to sleep under a silk quilt. The contours of her jade-like form were alluringly alluring, and my mind wandered.

I said to my aunt, "Let's go down the mountain." She asked, "Why so soon?" I said mysteriously, "Look at West Lake, doesn't it look like a beautiful woman sleeping naked? I want to touch her, to kiss her passionately!" My aunt said, "Why such a comparison? Have you seen a beautiful woman sleeping naked, or a beautiful woman sleeping naked? What are you thinking about at such a young age? Look at your wicked face! Luckily it's me; if someone didn't know better, they'd immediately reach for their phone. Why would someone reach for their phone instead of running away?" My aunt covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, "Let's call 110!" Her smile was absolutely beautiful. I wondered if I was Liang Shanbo (a legendary figure known for his tragic love story), but I had no doubt that my aunt was the beautiful Zhu Yingtai (another legendary figure known for her tragic love story). Every gesture she made exuded a touch of youthful awkwardness and shyness,

like a character finally appearing after a long wait. Her captivating charm and allure, like a woman half-concealing her face with a pipa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), made my heart flutter. We joked around, and I found it so easy and wonderful to be with her. We walked down the mountain to the station by West Lake. My aunt looked at West Lake, her eyes fixed on the surrounding green hills and trees, and said softly, "West Lake wouldn't be rich enough without a stroke, and too much would make it too shallow." I replied, "Auntie, guess what I see in your eyes?" My aunt said she didn't know, so I said you are like a West Lake in my heart. She didn't say anything. I said, "Auntie, let me recite a poem for you." She said, "Okay." So I softly recited the poem "Lakeside Residence" by Li Huanyi: "I have traversed life's journey, / I came to the lakeside residence as promised, / West Lake in the misty rain, / Like a hazy poem, / And like a hazy love.

/ Gentle, nourishing, melancholic… / A cup of Longjing tea, fragrant, elegant, / Is the rare essence of West Lake… / West Lake, who says you are a beauty past your prime? / Your natural beauty, has washed away the makeup, / Bright eyes and white teeth, are even more graceful, / Stepping out of history… Ah, / Like a lotus emerging from clear water, / Standing tall and elegant without rouge."

"A misty drizzle.

/ In the heart of the lake, sparse lights stir ripples.

/ Beautiful in a hazy way, but not lost in the mist.

/ Half-awake, half-asleep, as if whispering secrets."

"At this moment, West Lake is like a tender maiden... Tell me: West Lake, / For a thousand years, your beloved soul—your first love, to whom did you give it?" "Tell me: West Lake, who? Who? / Who cleansed your historical luster?

/ So beautiful, so lovely / So fragrant with orchids and osmanthus."

I said I had finished reciting, and my aunt only asked me one question: "Am I really West Lake in your heart?" I stared into my aunt's eyes and said yes. I noticed a deep sorrow flash across my aunt's watery eyes.

My aunt's silence and sad eyes made me dare not look into her eyes anymore. I turned around to look elsewhere. My aunt was behind me, and I dared not turn back to look at her again.

That's how my trip to West Lake ended. Although my aunt was inexplicably a little sad, my usually lively and cheerful aunt's occasional melancholy made her even more charming. It

was almost 8 pm when my aunt's colleague and I returned to the hotel. I suggested that we all go to Pizza Hut and then go to the hot springs.

My aunt shook her head, saying she was tired and wanted to rest. But seeing her colleagues all so excited and urging her to come along, she didn't want to spoil their fun, so she agreed.

When they arrived at Pizza Hut, her phone rang. She pulled it out, her eyes immediately lit up, and she seemed like a completely different person, full of energy. She said, "You guys go in first, I need to take this call," and skipped off to answer it. I immediately guessed it was her soldier boyfriend calling. Before, when my aunt talked to him on the phone, I never thought anything of it, but suddenly I felt a strange unease about her answering his calls. It was as if she didn't want him to see her. My aunt, struggling to suppress her excitement, asked in a deliberately indifferent tone, "Hello? Who is this?... Oh, it's you. You're still alive? What do you need?" They started off talking normally, but my aunt seemed increasingly agitated—not with joy, but with anger. "Why haven't you contacted me in so long...?" The more I listened, the more uneasy I felt. Finally, she practically roared, then hung up. Only then did she notice me still standing there waiting for her. I asked what was wrong. She waved her hand, "Nothing, let's go in." Her colleague had already taken a table. We sat down facing each other. I ordered some of her favorite desserts, but she didn't seem to have much of an appetite. She just kept cutting the egg tarts on her plate with her spoon, showing no intention of eating them.

My aunt's colleague asked if she was carsick or too tired, suggesting Cheng Guo take her home to rest. My aunt smiled faintly and said she was fine. She ate a few bites, and everyone was talking about their travel experiences. My aunt didn't say a word during the meal. Seeing her expression, I knew she had a bad argument with her soldier boyfriend and was probably really upset.

After leaving Pizza Hut, my aunt said she'd take a walk with me. I agreed, said goodbye to her colleague, and we walked side by side on the sidewalk for a long time. My aunt didn't say anything, and I didn't ask her about them. We just walked side by side, and I thought to myself, if it could make my aunt happy, I'd be willing to walk with her like this forever.

We turned a corner and came to a park with lush trees. There were many couples there.

I said to my aunt, "Let's go to the park to rest for a bit." She didn't object, so I led her to the lighthouse base in the central square of the park. I squatted down and blew away the dust on the steps, then wiped them clean with my hands. "Auntie, sit down," I said, "it's clean now." She glanced at me and sat down. I stood in front of her without saying a word. She took a tissue from her LV bag and wiped the stone steps next to her clean, then asked me to sit beside her. Suddenly, she asked me, "Chengguo, if a girl gives you everything, will you cherish her and love her forever?" I said, "Yes, definitely."

She then asked, "Is it true that a man only finds a woman lovable when she gives him something?" Without hesitation, I answered, "That's not necessarily true. For example, you. Even if you do nothing, I think you're the most lovable woman in the world, worthy of any man pursuing you, cherishing you, and loving you."

My aunt asked, "Why? Just because I'm a little bit pretty?" I replied, "Of course it's good for a woman to have a beautiful figure and face, but that's not everything. You're innocent, kind, lively, cheerful, mischievous, and adorable—that's the most precious thing. Some women are very beautiful but have a dirty heart, like those prostitutes in the red-light district who live by selling their bodies. Some women are beautiful both inside and out, like my dear, beautiful aunt..." My aunt suddenly interrupted me, saying warily, "Chengguo, tell me the truth, have you ever been to the red-light district?" I was engrossed in my conversation when my aunt asked this. I immediately wanted to get angry with her. I said irritably, "Why do you think of me like that? You watched your nephew grow up; I've inherited your personality and temperament. If you haven't been to the red-light district, why would I go to a prostitute?" Seeing my flushed face, my aunt couldn't help but giggle. I knew she'd recovered from her earlier distress, so I pressed my advantage. "Auntie," I said, "if I'm not mistaken, you were upset with your husband, weren't you? Cheer up! You've given him everything, how could he not cherish you? He's probably just busy with military affairs, don't overthink it."

My aunt raised an eyebrow. "Why are you calling him 'brother-in-law' now? And explain yourself! How did I give him everything? What did I give him?" I pretended to be profound, saying, "I don't know, you know more about this than I do!" My aunt, realizing she was guilty, covered my mouth with her hand, pretending to be fierce, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut!" I removed her hand and refused to let her off the hook, continuing, "That's right, I'm not a child anymore, I know everything about you two!" At this moment, my aunt used her killer move, reaching out to tickle my ribs. To be honest, this was my aunt's trick that I was most afraid of since I was a child. I have sensitive skin, and every time my aunt tickled me, I would laugh half to death. But that was when I was little. Now it's different. I'm a grown man now. I don't run away when my aunt points her finger at me like I did when I was a child. This time, I reached out and grabbed both of my aunt's hands. My aunt tried to break free from tickling me, so I simply hugged her entire upper body. This way, my aunt couldn't move at all and became my prisoner.

My aunt said, "Auntie's too old, I can't tickle you anymore, please let go, I beg you!" I said, "How could I let you off so easily?" I chuckled mischievously, "The grudge you made me tickle when I was little, now's the time to get revenge!" My aunt curled up from my tickling and laughed until she was half-dead. "Please, I won't do it again, I won't do it again, Cheng Guo... Oh, my dear nephew... please forgive me!" ... Seeing that my aunt was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, I finally let go. Then I noticed that my aunt was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face. Her long, messy hair was spread over her shoulders, and two buttons on her already few-buttoned shirt had been accidentally tickled open, revealing most of her full, firm, and fair breasts. A cleavage stretched from the center to the unseen depths of darkness, which, illuminated by the light from above, gave her a unique charm and allure.

I was stunned, staring at her.

My aunt also noticed that two buttons were undone and her black lace bra was askew to one side. She hurriedly covered her chest and scolded, "You naughty boy, what are you looking at!" "Look what you've done to my clothes! You have three seconds to get out of my sight!" I snapped out of my daze and quickly turned my back. After a while, I asked, "Hurry up, are you done yet? I'm turning around!" I heard my aunt whisper behind me, "Wait, you little rascal, you tore my bra clasp off, I can't fasten it back on..." I knew it wasn't appropriate to turn around now; I couldn't very well fasten my aunt's bra myself. So I just stood there with my back to her, not moving or saying a word. I could tell she was getting anxious behind me. Finally, unable to complete her "task," she spoke up, "Hey, nephew, don't you have any sense? Can't you see your aunt is worried? Come to the back and help your aunt fasten the clasp. Oh, no looking! Turn around with your eyes closed! No cheating, you little rascal!" I said, "Auntie, I don't have hands on my back. Besides, even if I had hands on my back, I don't have eyes on the back of my head. I can't exactly button your clothes with my hands behind my back, can I?" My aunt said, "Stop being silly. Can't you even do this? He can usually button mine up with his eyes closed..." I exclaimed, "Huh?!" My aunt suddenly stopped, knowing she shouldn't say such things to a junior like me who had no experience in this area.

She paused, then said, "Then turn around. Just don't look around." I couldn't bear to see my aunt continue to expose herself, so I reluctantly said, "Then please forgive my nephew's intrusion." I turned around, forgetting my embarrassment, and didn't want to look at anything else on her body. I reached my hand inside her shirt from behind, inwardly marveling at how smooth her back was, like a piece of silk. This was the first time I'd had such extensive contact with a woman's body. My little brother seemed to be straining to stand up, but afraid of being seen by my aunt, I... I squeezed my thighs together tightly. They say an arm can't beat a thigh, let alone my poor little brother. Anyway, I finally managed to button the shirt, but it kept popping open. I tried two or three times, but it still wouldn't work. In my panic, my hand slipped, and three fingers of my hand slid under my aunt's armpit, brushing against her soft, tender breast through the sparse armpit hair. My aunt let out a soft "Ooh," and scolded, "Chengguo, behave yourself! I'm your aunt! If you keep moving around, I'll get angry!" I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't mean to. Your button was pulled too loose, it came off as soon as I buttoned it, and I couldn't get it back up." Auntie said not to button it anymore, and asked me to put my hands on her back, saying, "Please hold it down for me. It's too bright here, it would be embarrassing if someone saw us. Let's go to the woods over there and I'll fix it myself." I said, "Okay, fine." So, I stiffly pressed my hands against Auntie's back, carefully helping her into the depths of the dark woods… The woods must have been watered during the day; there were small and large puddles of mud on the ground, vaguely reflecting… The dim light of the distant lighthouse cast faint shadows of my aunt and me on the cobblestone path beneath our feet, illuminated by light filtering through the treetops. From here, we could see most of the park centered around the lighthouse, with pavilions in the Jiangnan style winding above the black-tiled corridors. The moon had risen high in the clear sky, and in the woods, the lighthouse's glow gave way to the ever-brighter moonlight. The woods and the outside world were two separate realms; the world within the woods was slowly being enveloped by the moonlight, and even the dim, yellowish light filtering through seemed to be swept away by the gentle breeze.

Perhaps the birds, soothed by the moon, were silent, except for the soft rustling of leaves in the wind; the sound of the wind rustling the leaves had clearly awakened the slumbering insects. Here, there was no worldly clamor, but rather the tender warmth between my aunt and me.

My aunt said it was very quiet here, and I said yes. She said there was no one around and it was quite dark, so I should try again. I reached out to try, but it still didn't work. I told her I really couldn't fasten the clasp, and as I said this, I pinched the thin straps on both sides of the bra and asked her if she could just tie it up. She said it was a shaping bra, quite tight, and wouldn't hold.

She said, "Never mind, I'll take it off. It's better than the straps falling down and showing halfway down the street." After saying that, she looked at me, and this time I understood. Before she could say anything, I turned around and quickly stepped several feet away, hiding to the side. She said, "Now you're acting all clever, aren't you? Why did you run so far?" Hearing her say that, I felt a chill and wondered to myself, "Does she want me to take off her bra?" I nervously replied, "Auntie, it's such a small 'clothes,' you should take it off yourself. It's not appropriate for me to take off your clothes."

My aunt almost burst out laughing. "You little blockhead, who told you to take your clothes off? I told you to come back and keep an eye on people for me!" I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed by what I had just said.

After my aunt finished tidying up, I said, "Let's go, it's getting late." She straightened her hair, picked up the bra, and asked, "Where do I put this?" I said, "Put it in your LV bag." She replied, "This only holds cosmetics and my wallet, there's no room for it!" I thought my aunt couldn't exactly carry a bra around in public, so I said, "It's broken anyway, just throw it away. Don't you have a pink one? Go back and change."

My aunt playfully hit me, "You naughty boy, how did you know I had a pink one?" I said, "Last night on the balcony, we were so close, even if I were blind, I could tell the color by touch!" My aunt seemed embarrassed after hearing my explanation, but still said kindly, "Chengguo, you can't look around like that anymore, I'm your aunt!" I scratched my forehead and said, "Okay."

My aunt smiled and said, "Kids should be like that, they should listen to adults." She glanced at the small item in her hand and said with difficulty, "But I can't throw this away! It's a French Farmanl brand, someone bought it for me for over 400 yuan!" Seeing her reluctance, I generously said, "Alright! Auntie, be the hero and save the beauty, I'll take it!" My aunt looked at her tight top and short skirt, and there was really nowhere to put it, so she had to let me carry it. I took it and walked away, and my aunt followed me out. Once we were out of the park, my aunt couldn't help but giggle behind me. I asked, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?" My aunt said, "A tall guy, 1.8 meters, walking down the street carrying a bra... it's hilarious!" She then clutched her stomach and squatted down, laughing so hard she almost fell over.

I suddenly realized how embarrassing it would be if someone saw this. Then I thought, I'm helping my aunt out of a predicament, and she's laughing at me like this! I got angry and said, "Auntie, if you laugh again, I won't care about you anymore! You can keep it yourself!" My aunt finally stopped laughing and said, "Look at you! Don't you know how to fold it and hold it in your hand?" I already felt that touching my aunt's underwear was inappropriate enough, and embarrassing enough, so I didn't even think about folding it.

My aunt was indeed skillful; she came to me, took the bra, and after a few folds, the falling-down bra became a small square, just the right size for me to hold. Anyone else would just think I was holding a cotton handkerchief.

My aunt, seeing my expression, couldn't help but laugh again. We walked back side-by-side until we reached the hotel entrance and lobby, when we realized many people were staring at us. We were both puzzled. My aunt and I looked at each other, wondering what was wrong. What were they all looking at? Suddenly, I realized that because the hotel entrance and lobby were brightly lit, and my aunt wasn't wearing a bra, her full breasts had two peanut-sized protrusions. How could such a tight, thin dress be concealed without a bra? "Ah!" my aunt gasped softly, quickly grabbing her LV bag to cover her chest. Without waiting for me, she ran to the elevator alone.

Two receptionists at the lobby were watching me, giggling.

I felt incredibly embarrassed too, clutching my things tightly, and, not waiting for the elevator, ran straight up the stairs.

………………………………………………………After arriving at the room, I rang the doorbell and waited a while before my aunt opened the door. She had already changed her clothes, and perhaps because of the embarrassment of what happened in the lobby earlier, her face was still flushed. I closed the door, and my aunt murmured shyly, "I really had a terrible day today! Luckily it was just the two of us. If my two colleagues had been here, I would have drowned myself in West Lake!" I comforted her, "It's nothing. Compared to the girls at my school, this is nothing." My aunt asked curiously, "What? Do your female classmates dare to run around naked?" I said seriously, "Not really, but quite a few girls don't wear underwear to class." My aunt looked at me with disbelief and scolded me, "Can't you speak like a normal person? What are you thinking all day? Stop making up nonsense to amuse your aunt!" I said seriously, "It's true, this is popular now." My aunt looked at me suspiciously and asked, "How can you young people be so open-minded? It's really outrageous! Chengguo, you have to remember this, stay away from those girls, don't get corrupted."

I said, "How could I! I'm very chaste."

Then, I teased my aunt, "You told me to stay away from those girls, and that's what I thought too, but how am I supposed to tell which girls are wearing underwear and which aren't? Do I have to lift up their shirts one by one to check and then tell them, 'You're not wearing underwear, my aunt told me to stay away from you…'" Before I could finish, my aunt picked up a pillow and hurled it at me. In a panic, I stretched out my hands to block it, managing to block the pillow, but the bra I'd been clutching fell to the ground. My aunt picked it up and walked away, saying, "You're getting more and more outrageous, Chengguo!" Seeing my aunt's serious expression, I knew she was genuinely offended by what I'd just said. But what I said about some girls not wearing underwear to class was absolutely true. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have made that up.

Seeing that my aunt was ignoring me, I could only apologize. "I'm sorry, Auntie, what I said was true. If you don't want to hear it, just pretend I didn't say anything. I won't talk

about school stuff anymore. I apologize, don't be angry." Seeing my aggrieved look, my aunt said, "Well, how can I put it? But you must prioritize your studies at school. Dating girls isn't wrong, the key is moderation, remember?" Seeing my aunt's tone soften, I flicked my sleeves, took a step forward, knelt on my left knee, and playfully greeted her like a Qing Dynasty prince bowing to the emperor, saying, "Your son—! I remember Father's teachings: I will never marry someone who doesn't wear underwear!" My aunt was amused by my antics and burst into laughter. She turned and sat upright on the edge of the bed behind her, mimicking the Qianlong Emperor from a TV drama, saying, "This nephew is teachable. Rise." I, too, couldn't help but laugh at her antics.

My aunt went to take a bath as usual. She was a clean girl, always keeping herself impeccably groomed. In people's eyes, she was like a piece of jade, clear and transparent, pure and beautiful, like a snowflake, giving a spotless, cool, and refreshing feeling.

I don't compare my aunt to a flower or a fairy; I only compare her to a fresh vegetable, verdant and nutritious, qualitatively different from those pretty but empty-faced girls.

The hotel's computers were from before 2002 and weren't very reliable. I plugged in my aunt's computer and browsed some information casually. My aunt came out after her shower and saw me still on the computer. She made me a cup of chrysanthemum tea and placed it beside me. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't play for too long. Go to bed early after your shower. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now." My aunt's fragrance was as intoxicating as ever, like a drug. I took a deep breath to suppress my racing heart and said, "You go to sleep, Auntie, I'll sleep later.

" After saying that, my aunt affectionately scratched my head and joked, "See you tomorrow, young man!" Without turning around, I replied, "Goodnight, beautiful, see you tomorrow!"

Although I felt quite tired after a long day, I still couldn't fall asleep. My aunt seemed genuinely exhausted from playing; she lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. I turned off the computer, changed into my pajamas, and went to take a shower. My mind was filled with thoughts of everything I had done with my aunt during the day. The warm shower water seemed to amplify some latent, restless energy within me. My aunt's charming smile, her playful words, her slender figure, her sexy body, the glimpse of her flesh-colored underwear when she lay on the grass, her torn bra… I couldn't help but fantasize about everything beneath her thin gauze skirt… …I vaguely felt that my aunt's body temperature and unique fragrance still lingered on my hand holding the bra. That sinful desire that I least wanted to see finally broke through the constraints of morality. I reached out and grasped the hardness of my genitals. In my subconscious, I saw an image of my aunt lying naked on the bed, stripped of her clothes. We were embracing each other like burning fireballs, hot and scorching. At that moment, my body was burning. I was like a blade of grass thrown into the lava of a volcano, like a small boat tossed into the rolling waves of the Yangtze River… …In the instant of the eruption, I collapsed to the ground. After the calm, the excruciating guilt was as dark and heavy as the night that covered the earth. I had nowhere to hide, and everything was buried.

…Seeing my own filthy state, I slapped myself a dozen times with all my might, but even that didn't hurt! A few tears welled up in my eyes… I hated myself for washing myself so clean. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom, feeling utterly shameful and disgusting. My aunt—my mother's sister—had become the object of my fantasies. A beast lurked within me, causing me to lose all moral and ethical boundaries. I was consumed by deep self-reproach and guilt.

I dared not look at my aunt, who was fast asleep in bed, again. I went to my bedside, opened her laptop, and casually browsed some messages. But half an hour passed, and I had no idea what I had read; my mind was a complete mess.

The chrysanthemum tea my aunt had brewed had gone cold. I drank it numbly, sip by sip. An hour passed like this, and gradually, my mind calmed down.

The evil demons that had been lurking in my heart had slowly dissipated. Looking back at my aunt's voluptuous figure, her luscious lips, and her serene and beautiful sleeping posture, I sighed inwardly. Such a sleeping beauty, a beautiful princess in everyone's eyes—who could win her heart? Who could marry her? Who had such great fortune? Who would be my aunt's bride? Her soldier brother? No, no, that man is completely unworthy of my aunt. He doesn't know how to cherish her. He doesn't call for so long, and when he does, he gets angry and argues with her. For some reason, her soldier brother has now become a hideous and repulsive figure in my mind. If my aunt were to marry him, it would be like a beautiful flower being wasted on cow dung… In my mind, I repeatedly condemned that soldier brother to the point of being utterly despicable. But then I reflected on myself. Was I jealous of her soldier brother, or resentful that out of billions of people in the world, I had to become my aunt's nephew? I calmed myself down, found a few gentle melodies, and listened to them at a low volume. I then looked through the oil paintings I had created last semester on my personal blog, flipping through them one by one. Among the dozen or so works, I was most satisfied with "Church" and "The Petrel." "Church" depicts several white doves perched on the cross at the top of a church, while "The Petrel" portrays a sea with towering waves, with a seagull soaring and weaving between the waves. My heart slowly cleansed itself, and all the distracting thoughts and immoral ideas were swept away. My aunt was like the white doves in my heart, fluttering their wings and flying gracefully, holy, beautiful, and inviolable. I was like a gray seagull soaring on the waves, strong and agile, singing against the wind and waves... I understand that doves and petrels are not spirits that can coexist in the sky, just as my aunt and I cannot live together. However, we share a common resonance and understanding: we are both birds in flight, with wings.

Thinking of my aunt's beautiful appearance on the West Lake pleasure boat today, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart. A unique emotion urged me to write her down. I opened WPS Writer, and a poem flowed effortlessly. My overflowing emotions flowed like a spring from the keyboard beneath my fingers. I simply followed my feelings, letting them guide my thoughts and my writing: "The graceful willow sways, its thick black hair veiled by a murmuring stream; like cherry blossoms in full bloom, delicate hands leisurely brush against a wisp of..." If the sorrow of smoke and clouds shines so brightly in the starry night, the languid gaze holds the infinite allure of the moon, and just a casual glance back dissipates the blush of shyness on my cheeks. In an elegant attic, after much thought, I named the poem "There is an Attic There—To Zihan." I turned off the computer, lay on my bed, turned to my side, and looked at my aunt. I believe my face was filled with a sweet smile as I looked at my sleeping aunt. That night, I slept soundly and sweetly, just like my aunt, who slept just as soundly and sweetly.

Five short days in Hangzhou passed quickly. My aunt was clearly very happy that I accompanied her on this trip; she insisted on holding my hand wherever we went to feel satisfied. We often encountered people mistaking us for a couple, which was quite embarrassing. However, after being mistaken for each other everywhere, we gradually got used to these "beautiful misunderstandings." Perhaps we had forgotten our familial bond and only had this hazy, almost romantic, feeling left. So later, when we were mistaken for lovers, we became too lazy to explain that we were aunt and nephew, not lovers. But there were also some funny and frustrating moments. The most infuriating was on the fourth night when I went downstairs to the newsstand to buy a magazine. The newspaper vendor turned out to be from Shandong! Meeting a fellow countryman, although my eyes weren't watering, I couldn't help but exchange pleasantries. When I mentioned she was my aunt, the vendor, with a straight face, said, "You're her nephew? No way! You look about the same age as my son!" Then, pointing to my aunt, he said, "Even my youngest of four sisters-in-law is a full twelve years older than her!" As he spoke, he glanced at our hands, and my aunt, realizing it was inappropriate, quickly pulled her hand back.

I blushed and said, "She's my aunt! I wouldn't get paid to lie to you!" My aunt, embarrassed, tugged at my sleeve and subtly waved her hand, signaling me to stop talking. I thought about it; people from Shandong are stubborn as mules, and seeing the uncle's persistent look, I couldn't be bothered to explain further.

On the way back, I joked with my aunt, "Auntie, it seems we're in a complicated situation. Why don't we just be lovers for a couple of days? Didn't you say I should find a girlfriend? But I have no experience pursuing girls."

My aunt chuckled and said, "Aren't you quite theoretically minded?" I said, "A great man said that theory must be linked to practice!" So let's test the truth together through practice. You can be my teacher while you're my lover, my aunt scolded. "I won't be your lover, but being your teacher is fine," I said. "Okay, whatever you say goes. I hate having to explain our relationship to people every time." My aunt said, "Just explain what needs explaining, so people won't have any psychological trauma." I chuckled and said, "Since the soldier isn't here, your nephew really couldn't bear to see you all alone, Auntie! Consider this filling the emotional void in your heart, and it's a small token of my filial piety!" Hearing this, my aunt was embarrassed and raised her foot to kick me. I jumped away and continued teasing her. "Ha! You've already gotten into character so quickly! I haven't even finished speaking, and you've already become Jun Ji-hyun. I'm not Cha Tae-hyun, I don't want a savage girlfriend!" I ran away as soon as I finished speaking, and my aunt chased after me furiously until I went upstairs to my room. That's when her cruel side appeared. I had nowhere to hide, so she grabbed my arm, pulled me behind my back, and kneed me in the back of the knee. My calf went numb, and I lost my strength and fell onto the bed. My aunt then straddled my back, grabbed my ears, and shook them violently. I winced in pain. My aunt, panting heavily, said, "Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, you brat! I'm going to empty your head and see what kind of bad ideas you have! I'll teach you a lesson for being so disrespectful! Tell me! You dare to do it again?" I was dizzy from my aunt's antics, but I was still wondering how she had such skills. While begging for mercy, I didn't forget to ask her, "My dear aunt, when did you learn kung fu? It's so amazing, you took me down in no time!" My aunt softened her grip and said, "Tch, look at you, your auntie has taken down countless hooligans!" I teased my aunt, "How many did you put in total?" She thought for a moment and said three or four. "Oh, and you, you little rascal, count that too!" I chuckled to myself. My aunt seemed to realize she'd been tricked, because she was still straddling my lower back. So she leaned down, grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled it back. I felt like my neck was about to break, and reflexively turned my body and head towards her. The result was that she pulled my face into her chest. I felt an unprecedented softness and tenderness envelop me, a gentle warmth accompanied by the unique, faint scent of her breasts. In a daze, I felt as if I had fallen asleep in the depths of the ocean. The rapid, thumping heartbeat of my aunt's chest seemed like some strange, exhilarating signal coming from the ocean depths… …In a daze, I seemed to hear my aunt let out a soft moan, “Ah…oh…”. It was my aunt who stopped the flow and snapped out of the chaos first. She was extremely embarrassed and stood up in a corner of the room, her chest heaving rapidly with tension, looking completely at a loss. I also hurriedly sat up and leaned against the wall on the edge of the bed. We didn’t know how to end this, our eyes met, and we could hear each other’s pounding hearts. I don’t know how my aunt was, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. We stood there frozen for almost a minute, and then we said the same thing almost at the same time: “I…uh…I’m sorry!” My aunt stumbled and rushed into the bathroom, washing her face as if trying to clear her head. After a while, I got up, opened the curtains, and opened the window, hoping the wind outside would blow away the allure that filled the room, but there was no wind.

After I finished writing, I didn't fold it into a paper dove, nor did I stuff it under my aunt's pillow. Instead, I tore it into countless pieces and scattered them unhesitatingly into the world outside the window.

Because an aunt is an aunt, and a nephew is a nephew; that can never be changed.

God ordained that my aunt would be born before she was born, and that I would be born as her nephew before I was born. This is all preordained; my aunt cannot change it, and neither can I.

Mary does not belong solely to me; she belongs to all living beings in the world. What virtue or ability do I possess? This poem also belongs to the earth; I tear it up and return it to the earth, I will not possess it.

Today is my fifth and final day in Hangzhou. Our flight was originally scheduled for 3 PM tomorrow, and everyone had packed their bags and gone their separate ways to make the most of the last day to "shop" for things they liked, because we didn't know when we would be back. Just as everyone was planning their return trip, the company suddenly called my aunt to inform her that they planned to expand their market to major cities in the south. They had already accumulated some information on important clients and had made initial business contacts with them. They were now sending people to meet with these clients to hear their opinions and requests, in addition to consolidating their cooperative relationships. In addition, a market research report needs to be prepared. The company requires the other two to return to the company as scheduled, while my aunt will stay and go directly to the four neighboring cities of Suzhou, Nanjing, Wuxi, and Shanghai from Hangzhou. She will not need to return and will conduct a two-week market research trip to these four cities. When she returns, she needs to bring a complete and detailed feasibility study report on market expansion. The company specifically instructed that, in order to maintain the company's image, she must rent a luxury car of the BMW level when meeting with potential business partners in various places. The relevant information of business partners in various places has been sent to my aunt's company email address. She can download and save it using her laptop. The travel expenses of 30,000 yuan have also been transferred to my aunt's account.

Why did the company send my aunt? Let me briefly explain. She has outstanding performance in business development, ranking among the best of her age group. A year ago, she was the company's sales representative and assistant regional manager for Shandong, Hebei, and Shanxi provinces in northern China. Such a young and beautiful woman achieving such results and quickly rising to middle management naturally attracted many suitors. However, she remained devoted to her soldier boyfriend, clinging to her romantic dream. But that's another story. The company's decision to send her to investigate the market was probably due to their appreciation of her excellent and keen market insight. My

aunt briefly explained the situation to me. I spread my hands, making a helpless expression, and said, "Auntie, it seems you've been exiled." She asked what my plans were—whether I'd go back with them (her colleagues) or come with me to broaden my horizons in the four cities. I said I wanted to go back; I'd spent most of the summer here with you.

My aunt laughed, "What? Did I treat you badly by letting you eat and drink with me?" I quickly explained, "No, no, no!" My aunt pressed on, "Then why are you so eager to go back?" I said, "You have so much work to do this time, you must be very busy. I don't want to interfere with your work!" My aunt said, "I didn't realize you were so sensible. I'm not spending all my time talking to clients. I get bored the rest of the time too." I said unhappily, "Yes, you feel bored after you finish your business meetings, but I feel bored when I meet clients too!" My aunt seemed to be losing patience and said to me, "I've figured it out! You little ingrate, I'll remember this! So tell me, are you coming with me or going back?" Seeing that my aunt was genuinely reluctant, I considered it for a moment and said, "Fine! I'll risk my life to accompany this 'tiger'!" My aunt's face immediately brightened, but she seemed to hold onto the word "tiger" I had just used. "Who are you calling a tiger?" I joked. "They say women are like tigers at thirty and wolves at forty. Aunt, you're almost at the age of tiger and wolf!" My aunt picked up a pillow and threw it at me, "Where did you hear that kind of vulgar line!" I chuckled and said, "I was just teasing you, Auntie. You took me down in a few moves yesterday, I suffered so much, how could I not be scared? That's why I said you're a female tiger, how about that, apt? Right?" Auntie pretended to be fierce, "You can say whatever you want about me, I'll even accept being a tiger, but you said I'm 30 or 40 years old, I'm going to teach you a lesson, let you know the consequences of slandering my appearance!" Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I quickly shouted, "Auntie, you can't touch my face, not even if you're 30!" Auntie thought for a moment, then gently changed her expression, regaining her charming demeanor, and brought her lips close to my ear, saying, "Boy, are you ready?" Confused and bewildered, I looked at Auntie. She gently blew a breath onto my face, and I nervously said, "Auntie… what… what are you going to do?" My aunt's bright eyes sparkled, and she spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "Gently killing you..." Then, she yelled, "Nephew! Prepare to die! Haha!" Needless to say, what followed was a kind of painless, almost painful, physical agony that descended upon me—a bittersweet experience—a tickling sensation. After seeing my aunt

off to her colleagues, we had nothing to do. My aunt went shopping, while I spent half the day playing CS:ON, getting tickled by zombies countless times. Just as I was getting frustrated, my aunt returned, carrying three large bags. I exclaimed, "What delicious food? So much!" My aunt scolded, "You only remember to eat!" "Look for yourself," she said. I opened the bags and saw a full Etam outfit and a pair of Gucci shoes. "Auntie," I said, "wow, how much did this cost?" She replied, "Over 2000 yuan." I exclaimed in surprise, "You really spared no expense! That's enough for half a semester's worth of oil painting supplies!" My aunt tossed me a square black bag. "Here, this is for you. See if it fits." I swiped it and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! Adidas RWB023! It's real!" My aunt clicked her tongue and said, "Don't go around saying that, or people will think you're a country bumpkin! This is genuine, you really look down on your aunt?" I didn't have time to reply. I turned the shoes over and over to examine them several times. Actually, I didn't understand them either. I rarely wore Adidas, and several of my pairs were high-quality fakes from Guangzhou. Although this was the first time I'd seen an Adidas RWB023, I'd heard so much about it—purely imported, made in Germany, not produced domestically. Even the physical education students at my school couldn't keep up with more than three pairs.

However, I was still incredibly excited, so I picked up my aunt and spun her around twice, loudly praising her: "I have the utmost respect for my mother's sister, my great grandmother's equally great aunt! Your noble sentiments are so moving.

In today's materialistic society, to still meet someone with such a kind heart is undoubtedly the greatest fortune of my life.

It has made me deeply feel the greatness of humanity! These adidas-rwb023s are like lightning piercing the night sky, like sunlight tearing through the clouds, instantly making me feel as sweet as drinking sweet wine." "You showed me that the adidas-rwb023 really exists in this world.

Only a beautiful lady like you, Auntie, with such a broad mind and abundant wealth, could be the sole buyer of these adidas-rwb023s!" Hearing this, Auntie couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle. I continued, "Looking at these adidas-rwb023s has made me think seriously. I believe that not wearing adidas-rwb023s would be a betrayal of Auntie." Betrayal is a huge compromise with high-quality counterfeits.

Therefore, I decided to wear them without hesitation! My aunt chuckled, "Alright, stop flattering me. This is a reward for staying with your aunt! Hurry up and try them on!" I got up and put on the adidas-rwb023, feeling like I could fly. The excitement and joy in my heart hadn't subsided. I went up and grasped my aunt's hands, saying, "Before meeting you, I doubted whether real adidas-rwb023s existed in this world; but now, I finally believe..." "Wow! I was once obsessed with the Adidas RWB023 in my dreams, I was amazed by the Adidas on other people's feet, I used to linger in Adidas stores; but now, I realize how shallow I was! My aunt's shoes are just too good.

It's my great fortune that I can wear the Adidas RWB023 that my aunt gave me in my lifetime!" My aunt covered her ears, saying, "Okay, okay, if you keep nagging, I'll return the shoes. I'm glad you like them. Seeing how happy you are makes me happy too!" I said sincerely, "Auntie, from now on I have a belief." My aunt's dark eyes flashed and she asked, "What belief?" I said seriously, "I can lose my head, I can bleed, but I can't lose these Adidas!" My aunt laughed so hard she fell off the bed.

Looking at the perfectly fitting Adidas on my feet, I chuckled to myself.

I realized I made a mistake. Accompanying my aunt on this four-city trip was nothing like the pleasant and joyful experience I had in Hangzhou. Most of the time, I was the one wandering around, while my aunt was constantly traveling to meet with business partners. I noticed she had a particular fondness for Mini Coopers; no matter which city we arrived in, the first thing she did was rent one from the largest VIP car rental company. They were all rose-red, exquisitely compact models, and with my aunt habitually wearing her (Bolo) motorcycle, she was undoubtedly a striking sight wherever she got out of the car. This northern girl made the local Jiangnan beauties pale in comparison.

My aunt seemed to have excellent meetings with every business partner, and she always returned radiant and happy. This was evident from the numerous phone calls she received from these business partners inviting her to dinners, parties, and so on. I think her stunning beauty was one of the reasons her company assigned her this task.

Sometimes, you can't help but believe it. Besides personal cultivation, a woman's stunning looks, fair skin, graceful figure, refined conversation, cheerful personality, and elegant demeanor are often the quickest steps to the pinnacle of success.

Speaking of myself, I've become a lazy bum, spending my days eating and drinking and then taking taxis to famous tourist attractions. After just over a week, I'm so depressed I'm practically dying. I keep complaining to my aunt, accusing her of tempting and deceiving me. My aunt, puzzled, asks, "How did I deceive you? What could I possibly offer you as a temptation?" I lifted my foot and pointed to the Adidas shoes, saying, "This is the evidence that you tempted me." My aunt said that after we finished talking to this client, she would take me out for a crazy time. But as soon as my aunt finished talking to one client, another one came along. At the same time, she also had to figure out how to politely decline invitations to banquets and dances from clients she had talked to before. So I secretly hoped that one of my aunt's clients would not go well and would come back looking dejected, so that we could have a chance to go out and have fun together. Although this was just something I said in anger, I didn't expect it to actually come true.

It was the Kaiyuan Hotel (a 4.5-star hotel, almost a 5-star) on Xiangjiang East Road in Suzhou. It was around 10 pm, and my aunt still hadn't returned. I was worried and called her countless times, but no one answered. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. My aunt is such a beautiful girl, and she drives a car. She sometimes drinks red wine when socializing, and my biggest worry was that she might have been drinking and driving home. I kept dialing her number, and I was even about to call the police. Just then, my phone rang. It was my aunt. I answered immediately, but there was a lot of noise on the other end. There was no sound for more than 10 seconds. I asked anxiously, "Hello! My dear aunt, where are you? Why aren't you back yet?"... Your nephew is so worried about you!... Suddenly, my aunt's voice came through. It sounded very intoxicated, and her speech was obviously slurred. I couldn't understand what she was saying. I asked her, "Auntie, you're not driving, are you? Please don't drive! Where are you?" "I'll come pick you up," my aunt said, taking a long time to recall which dock she was at. I told her, "Park your car, I'm coming now, please wait for me." She mumbled an agreement. I went downstairs and hailed a Texaco. Once in the car, I asked the driver if there was a dock nearby. He said there was only one, the Suzhou dock. I asked, "Are you sure there's only one?" He glanced at me and said, "I'm a taxi driver!" I said, "Then please take me there quickly." He didn't hesitate and arrived in about 20 minutes. Through the car window, I could see my aunt's Mini Cooper parked on the side of the road, the door open, but I couldn't see my aunt.

I told the driver, "Stop, we're here." Ignoring his change, I waved him off and opened the door to get out. The driver looked at the Mini Cooper not far away, took the red bill I had just paid him, glanced at me again, and said thank you with extra respect.

I got out of the car and took a few steps to the front. I saw a sight I'd never seen before… My aunt's drunken state was something I'd never seen before. She was hunched over, leaning against the car door, seemingly struggling to break free. From the other side of the car, I couldn't see anyone there, but now, as I got closer, I noticed a neatly dressed man, around 40 years old and looking quite energetic, behind the door she was leaning against. His left hand was around her lower back, and his right hand seemed to be pressing against her chest. My aunt was clearly unable to break free. I was instantly enraged. I stepped forward and shoved my aunt to the side of the road. She looked at me blankly, seemingly unaware of my presence.

Without a word, I grabbed the man's collar with my left hand, clenched my right fist, and punched him hard in the chest and stomach. He was stunned for a moment, and I knocked him to the ground. I yelled, "You scumbag, you dare touch my aunt? I'll beat you to death today!" The man tried to get up several times, but I kicked him hard to the ground each time. This didn't satisfy me at all. I raised my foot and kicked his shoulder hard. He got up once, and I kicked him again. He got up again, and I kicked him again. Just as I was about to grab his collar and slam his face to the ground, my aunt hugged me from behind and said, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Let's go!" Just then, a heavily dressed, wealthy woman suddenly rushed out of a white sedan not far away and ran towards me, followed by two men in black. As she ran, she shouted at the two men, something like, "Hurry up..." The two men stepped forward and, without a word, pushed me to the ground. The wealthy woman glanced at one of the men, kicked him, and he tried to get up with a few grunts, but fell to the ground twice. The woman seemed to snort in her stomach, then spat at the man. Without looking at me, she went straight for my aunt. Suddenly, she screamed wildly, grabbed my aunt's long hair, and started slapping her face repeatedly, "Pia! Pia!" She yelled, "Vixen! Lang (I'm so confused about the 'lang' part; it took me a long time to find it)! You're seducing my husband!" My aunt groaned in pain as the woman hit her. I was completely enraged by the wealthy woman's actions; my anger surged like a raging torrent, igniting a torrent of fury within me! No one had ever dared to treat my aunt like that. I struggled free from the two men, rushed forward, and kicked the woman to the ground, then delivered a vicious kick to her fat buttocks. The two men in black, forgetting about chasing us, rushed to help the screaming, pig-like woman.

Taking advantage of this moment, I grabbed my aunt and ran to the car. I grabbed the door, turned the key, and floored the gas pedal. The car lurched forward, and the two men in black who tried to stop the car were forcefully pushed to the sides by the car. To avoid being chased, I drove with the navigation on, taking my aunt on a circuitous route back to the Kaiyuan Hotel. I helped my aunt, who was still terrified by what had just happened, upstairs to her room.

I put my aunt on the bed, and only then did tears well up in her eyes. I wanted to scold her, but she buried her face in the pillows and sobbed softly. So I suppressed my anger, turned on the water dispenser to fill a basin with clean water, took a glass of ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them in the water, soaked a towel in the ice water, and went to the bedside to gently turn my aunt onto her side. I saw that there were still red handprints on her face. Seeing her aggrieved look, I felt sorry for her and wanted to cry too. I didn't say anything, but used my fingers to smooth her long hair to both sides, picked up the cool towel that had been soaked in ice water and gently wiped her face. I filled the water container and placed it by the bedside. I helped her sit up. My aunt nodded slightly, bent forward, and held onto the edge of the bed with both hands, stretching her legs out under the bed. My aunt wanted to take off her shoes, and I said I would do it. My aunt looked at me with dreamy eyes and did not refuse. I squatted down and helped my aunt take off her shoes. At this moment, my aunt's pair of fair feet were completely exposed in front of me. I carefully held my aunt's feet in my hands. This was the first time in my life that I had carefully appreciated a woman's feet. They were no more than 20 centimeters long, medium to small, soft and boneless, smooth and supple. The toes were neatly attached to each other, without showing the sharp joints and bones. Every part of the skin was smooth and moist.

Her feet were slender, with white insteps and smooth, even surfaces… I carefully massaged my aunt's feet in the water, gently pressing the soles, intently feeling the subtle, interwoven lines. My fingers traced the gaps between her toes all the way to her rounded heels. The soft, warm soles trembled slightly under my touch. My aunt seemed uncomfortable and shifted her hips slightly, but I was completely captivated by her fair, tender feet. I paid no attention to her "discomfort" and continued my elaborate movements, like a child playing with a toy he had never seen before. I could see that my aunt was enduring a kind of "torturous longing"… …My aunt's breathing gradually became rapid. Although she tried to suppress it, I could still clearly smell the faint, sweet scent of red wine on her lips. She seemed to be unable to bear it, so she put her hands behind her back, tilted her head back, and mumbled, "Sung-guk... um... that's enough... um... are you done washing?" ...Oh~...that's enough... I seemed to be bewitched by the smell of alcohol on my aunt's lips, completely forgetting myself and unconsciously kneading her feet even harder. My aunt could no longer hold on, her body trembled and she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving rapidly, her mouth uttering indistinctly, "I...oh~...I'm so tired...Chengguo...Okay, that's enough..." I raised my aunt's small feet to an angle level with my face, carefully examining the soles of her feet. The lines on the soles of her soft feet were clear, slightly pink, plump and cute, with five round nipples clinging to each other. Her soles were soft, smooth, and felt like the feet of a baby who had never walked.

Her ankles were so slender, and her feet were even more intoxicating. If it were said that there were many men in this world who would rather be trampled on by those feet, no one would doubt it.

But after admiring my aunt's feet, I realized that one's gaze can meander at this moment. My eyes naturally followed the instep of my aunt's feet, through her straight and slender calves... past her two gently sloping knees... and further up were her full and firm thighs... and then into the mysterious dark forest, or perhaps a black hole in the vast universe, formed when a star has completely burned out and is rapidly contracting and cooling, capable of resisting gravity and even completely absorbing all light. My gaze was completely absorbed by that mysterious darkness... Unable to move my gaze any further, I suppressed the surging emotions within me, forcing my eyes to pierce past her rounded hips and slender waist, until they were completely blocked by my aunt's proud, heaving breasts. I shifted my gaze slightly upwards and saw her chin and her disheveled hair… I involuntarily stood up, my arms outstretched on either side of her waist, tense yet resolute, bowing halfway towards her. I don't know how to express the strongest, deepest impression my aunt left on me—was it her full, slender figure? Her fair skin? Her dark, deep eyes? Her small, rosy lips? But there was also an indescribable, elusive grace stirring my heart… Ah, at this moment, my aunt was truly a graceful, jade-like statue! Translucent and crystalline.

Her oval face was so fair, her arched eyebrows so long and delicate; her watery eyes, bright and clear even in their hazy depths! Her full, sensual lips moved, yet no words came out.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at directly; coupled with such a body, who in the world could truly resist? Even a blind man could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her, and hear the soul-stirring whispers swirling within her.

It was something no man could resist, and at that moment, I was such a man—a truly masculine, passionate, and surging man.

My aunt was clearly burning with desire at my leaning body; my hot breath seemed to have dried her out. She lightly flicked her tongue, swallowing the sweetness in her mouth. I could no longer resist, and my body sank down on her. My body pressed heavily against hers, and a groan escaped from the depths of her throat, a sound of sudden pressure. Although the sound was deeply suppressed within her body, the close contact made it clear to me. Her body stiffened slightly from the sudden pressure, but the hazy look in her eyes deepened, infecting me and making her appear even more dazed. The alcohol was still working in her system; her gaze seemed particularly expectant, hazy and pitiful. Suddenly, I turned away in frustration and stood up, saying, "Auntie, you go to sleep. I'll go get some water."

Ignoring my aunt's insistence on carrying the basin of water, I went into the bathroom. Looking at my own eyes and hands in the mirror, I thought about how sinful and unforgivable I was. Yet, I couldn't suppress the deep longing for my aunt that welled up inside me. But a relationship between aunt and nephew was absolutely impossible—it was outrageous, immoral, unforgivable, and deserving of scorn.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I went back to my room, grabbed a t-shirt, slammed the door, and went downstairs. I wandered aimlessly through the streets, passing a bar. The bright lights and vibrant atmosphere drew me in. I sat at the bar, got drunk, and let my sorrow, with each glass of strong liquor, go to hell! Within half an hour, I was completely drunk. I chased away several girls who tried to flirt with me. The melancholy in my heart was slowly being diluted by the alcohol. I paid the bill and left, gazing at the neon lights and the still-dense crowds despite the late hour. I thought bitterly, "There's probably no other unlucky soul in the world like me, falling in love with his aunt."

Alcohol is sometimes a wonderful thing;

it can make you forget the pain, both mental and physical.

Now, dragging my heavy head and blurry vision, I returned to the hotel, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. But how could I possibly fall into a deep sleep? Who could understand the complex mix of anxiety, pain, longing, anticipation, and nameless fear of the unknown future within me? Who could understand the torment of a nephew falling in love with his aunt, and his aunt repeatedly crossing boundaries and silently accepting it? The struggle between genuine affection and naivety, the agonizing conflict between love and betrayal? I don't even know if I've become a pervert, or if I have some kind of psychological problem. Why didn't my aunt firmly reject my outrageous behavior? If she had slapped me or kicked me out from the beginning, why would this inappropriate relationship have developed? ... I understand. At first, my aunt was indeed feeling lonely and sad because her soldier boyfriend wasn't around, which inevitably led to an emotional void. And I just happened to come into her life at that time, intruding into her emotional world and shedding a tear in her heart. I wish I had treated my relationship with my aunt as a substitute to fill that void for her, but what about now? Now I can clearly feel my aunt's deep dependence on me. She hasn't even mentioned her soldier boyfriend to me for so long, and it's not because she's afraid I'll feel jealous. I even stubbornly believe that the soldier boyfriend only left her with a hint of melancholy that occasionally flashes in her eyes. I understand that initially, I was indeed attracted to her kind demeanor and stunning beauty, captivating a naive young man. Of course, this was only unintentional; no woman in the world would intentionally captivate her nephew.

But later, I truly felt that my aunt's dependence on me stemmed more and more from her most genuine feelings, without any other impurities. If we had physical encounters multiple times, I would rather consider it a spontaneous blossoming of affection.

Neither my aunt nor I intentionally provoked or seduced anyone. To put it bluntly, neither of us actively tried to seduce the other. Everything was like a geological cave in the south; no one knew that the thousands upon thousands of winding passages within, sculpted by the relentless flow of water over hundreds of millions of years, had created that intimate connection and ever-present, passionate freedom. All

I want to say is that my feelings for my aunt have transcended familial affection, crossing into a kind of love that morality forbids. It's a knot, but a knot tied so clearly and distinctly… Neither my aunt nor I are destined to escape it… Yet, I am also destined to try to escape it. It's already midnight, but my aunt still hasn't returned. However, I have no desire to go find her. In a daze, I drift aimlessly through these chaotic

thoughts.

Dejected, struggling, conflicted… My head throbbed with pain; the more I tried to calm down, the more these hurtful thoughts flooded my mind.

I stumbled into the bathroom, supporting myself against the wall. I stripped naked and lay in the bathtub, turning on the water to slowly submerge myself. The stillness of the water calmed me. I wanted to remain submerged forever, to become water, to evaporate… to vanish… without even a cloud remaining, a pure disappearance… leaving no trace… I quietly buried myself in the cool water, letting the current envelop me. At first, I would occasionally lift my head to breathe, but gradually the air felt oppressive and exhausting. So I lay flat on the bottom, no longer wanting to struggle to surface for air. Only the cool water felt comfortable… Was it 30 seconds? …Was it a minute? …I felt my body growing heavier and heavier, my eyes growing more and more tired. So heavy I didn't want to get up anymore, so tired I just wanted to fall asleep. Perhaps I really had fallen asleep by now, because I could no longer hear the tranquil sound of the flowing water. Slowly…slowly, the water seemed to become rapid…but then suddenly it became still again, repeating this several times. Then the water became slower and slower, colder and colder, until it chilled me to the bone…In the icy cold…my world went blank…a vast, empty void. I ran forward frantically, trying to reach the end…I strained my eyes, but it was still blank…blank…blank! This emptiness terrified me… I cried out for my aunt… Aunt… but I knew I hadn’t made a sound… because, at that moment, I had truly fallen asleep… I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt the cool water on my face turn into a warm current. In that emptiness, which seemed to stretch into the distance, I heard my aunt’s voice, “Sung-guk… Sung-guk… my Sung-guk… I’m here… come and take my hand…” In the depths of that emptiness, I saw my aunt’s shadow. Only then did I realize how much I needed her. I ran towards her desperately, but I couldn’t catch her no matter what I did. Yet, her voice grew closer and closer. I felt as if I had reached her side. The familiar scent, the soft skin… I felt a long-lost warmth slowly seep into my body from the icy chill… They lifted me up… lifted me up… lifted me up again… The blankness before my eyes slowly disappeared, and I saw large, white clouds directly above, soft and gentle, with tiny raindrops dripping onto my face, so comforting… But then the buoyancy beneath me vanished… and I fell back into the boundless blankness… like falling rapidly from an unknown height… The blankness grew thinner and thinner… until there was no blankness around me anymore, only darkness… My aunt's voice grew fainter and fainter, more and more distant… until it disappeared completely. Darkness gradually enveloped me… I was completely enveloped by the cold darkness… stiff and terrified… Aunt… I miss you… This was the last and only thought I had… The vast blankness, the thick darkness, and the coldness clinging to my skin slowly dissipated, and I felt my own existence again. A warm stream flowed down, filling my entire body, swirling and circling, seemingly a comfortable and pleasant enjoyment. I knew in my heart that I was dreaming, because I could clearly recognize that I was embracing my aunt, yet I felt no conflict or guilt, only the scent and warmth of my aunt surrounding me… That warm current flowed into my lips, across my stiff tongue, throat, chest, heart, and lungs, filling my entire body with an addictive intoxication… I was afraid to open my eyes as if I were afraid of waking up… In this intoxication, my mind slowly cleared… A turbulent feeling suddenly surged through my chest, and that previously comfortable warmth suddenly boiled and erupted violently from my mouth… At that moment, I heard my aunt's clear, tearful voice… “Sung-guk… Sung-guk… Wake up… How could you be so foolish… Sung-guk…” I struggled to open my sleepy eyes, and through the hazy light, I saw my aunt's eyes...eyebrows...face...I called out, "Auntie..." but no sound came out...I called out louder, but apart from gulps of water, there was no pause to utter a single word...Slowly, silence returned to my ears, and then I saw my lower body lying on the bathroom floor, while my aunt was already holding me in her warm embrace. I opened my eyes and saw that my aunt's once bright eyes were now misty with a thick layer of tears, glistening. Her thin clothes seemed to be soaked and clung tightly to her chest, and my face was pressed against her warm and soft breasts. Yet, at that moment, my heart remained peaceful and serene. Such warmth, such softness, such intimacy, such closeness, such a mingling of flesh and blood...My chest... The water was slowly poured out as I vomited. It turned out that what I felt wasn't a dream at all; it was all real. I had simply been unconscious in the bathtub, submerged for a few minutes. Of course, I wished those few minutes would never pass, that I could simply vanish completely into this painless, vast emptiness and thick darkness. But my beloved aunt, my goddess, my fairy, wouldn't let me go, wouldn't allow me to part from her in this way. My aunt's eyes were red, she hugged me tightly, her voice trembling with grievance as she spoke to me, almost as if talking to herself, "How could you be so foolish? You're a big idiot, a big bad guy. Did you want to leave your aunt like this… did you want your aunt's heart… to break?" It was a summer evening. I finished my night shift early and, bored, wandered aimlessly around the factory, unknowingly arriving at the hospital.

I looked up and saw faint lights in the surgical ward, so I decided to go up and chat with the nurses or doctors on duty.

Because everyone except those on duty had gone home, the entire building was pitch black.

I made my way to the third floor and arrived at the surgical ward. I peered into the dimly lit room through the glass door.

No one was inside, and I was about to leave, disappointed.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang from inside. "Someone's here!" I thought suspiciously and looked in again. This time, I saw a figure moving behind a screen in the corner.

"What are they doing hiding there?" I wondered. I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

I thought I'd play a prank on the person inside, so I took out my ID card, slipped it into the crack, and gently pried open the old-fashioned four-way lock. I tiptoed inside.

In the dim light, I reached the screen and, through the crack, saw two naked bodies rolling around on the examination bed—it was Huang Guiping and Secretary Xie! I was stunned! After staring blankly for a moment, I snapped out of my daze. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath as I quietly picked up the clothes the two had placed on the chair. Lost in their pleasure, they were completely unaware. I gently carried the clothes out the door, then tossed Lao Xie's clothes outside and hid Huang Guiping's clothes in a nearby room.

Finally, I returned to the room, closed the door from the inside, turned on the light, and quickly walked up to the two of them, who stood frozen in shock.

It was all so rushed that Lao Xie hadn't even had time to climb off her.

I grabbed Lao Xie and said, "Don't move! Or I'll call for help!" Lao Xie was drenched in sweat from the vigorous activity of intercourse, and the sudden shock had left him ice-cold.

Trembling with fear, he asked, "Who are you? What do you want?" "Ask me? And what are you doing? If I shout, I'm sure many people will come to see what's going on.

But then, Lao Xie, you'll probably lose your job and all your power!" I continued to threaten.

"No, no, no! What do you want then?" Old Xie hurriedly replied.

"Waaah..." Huang Guiping, who had been stunned for a while, suddenly started crying under him.

"Cry! Cry as hard as you can! A bunch of people will come soon, and they'll all have a good look at you, this naked little slut!" I said gleefully.

"Stop crying.

Do you really want to attract people?" Old Xie said anxiously to her.

Hearing this, Huang Guiping dared not cry anymore, only sobbing softly.

Old Xie seemed to realize something at this moment, pushed me aside, jumped up, and ran to the chair.

I said with a grin, "Looking for clothes? I took them a long time ago!" Upon hearing this, Old Xie stood there dumbfounded.

"Don't rush me. As long as you agree to my conditions, I'll give you the clothes, and no one will know about it,"

I said calmly.

"What conditions do you want?" Old Xie asked, trembling.

"The conditions aren't too difficult for you! Give me 20,000 yuan as hush money, and we'll pretend this never happened.

How about it?" I said.

"But I don't have that right now!" Old Xie replied.

"Of course, I'll give you time, within a week! But, to prevent you from going back on your word later, you have to give me a written agreement!" I added.

"Okay... fine, you have to keep your word!" Old Xie felt relieved seeing that I only wanted money.

"Then write me a confession! Write down everything you did today!" I said, pointing to the pen and paper on the table.

"No, no, no! I'll definitely give you the money, just don't write it."

Old Xie, knowing the power of a written confession, said.

"No! If you don't write it, I'll expose you right now!" I said firmly.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Old Xie had no choice but to pick up the pen and prepare to write.

"Listen to my report, and you write it down! First, write a confession, then write today's date, year, month, day, and time.

Next, the location, and your full name. Since you and Huang Guiping were messing around here, just write 'having sex'! Finally, sign your name and the time."

I commanded smugly.

He finished quickly .

I looked at it, satisfied, and put it away. Then I called over the naked Huang Guiping and made her write one too.

Although she was hunched over, her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover herself, her large breasts still swayed in front of me, making my eyes widen.

'Damn! Not bad, damn it, if this old dog can fuck you, why can't I? I'll fuck you to my heart's content later!' I thought to myself.

"We've all written it, you… can you give our clothes back now?" Old Xie's words interrupted my reverie.

"Not yet,"

I said, snapping back to reality.

"You… are you going to back out?" Old Xie panicked.

"No! You haven't finished writing yet.

I also need you to confess how many times you've done this before, write it all down for me.

Secretary Xie, you write on the bed over there, and Xiao Huang, you write on the table. If your accounts don't match, then I'll..." I continued.

"What exactly do you want? I... I won't write!" Old Xie said.

"Won't write? Then I'll leave, and you two can stay here naked, so you can continue having sex with her! How about that?" I said, making a move to leave.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it today, Old Xie had no choice but to agree, so the two of them began to confess separately.

A moment later, they finished writing, and I compared them. Hey! They were really honest; they wrote down the time and place of four times today, exactly the same.

"Oh! They're quite honest. That's enough for today! Old Xie, your clothes are outside the door, put them on and leave quickly, don't let anyone see you.

Remember to give me the money within a week, otherwise this evidence will be known to everyone! Got it?" I said.

Hearing this, Old Xie, as if granted a pardon, thought to himself, "I'll definitely give it to you. Don't go back on your word. I'll give

you the money, and you'll return the item." "Don't worry, I'll definitely exchange money for goods,"

I replied.

Only then did Old Xie feel relieved and rush to the door, open it, quickly put on his clothes, and disappear into the darkness without looking back.

After watching him leave, I closed the door and went back to Huang Guiping.

"Where are my clothes? Please give them back! I beg you!" Huang Guiping pleaded. "

You! Your attitude is bad. You'll just have to wait here naked until dawn!" I threatened.

"No, do you want money? I'll give it to you, just let me go!" She knelt down in fear.

I walked over and sat on a chair, saying, "Look, Old Xie left without looking back. He doesn't care about you at all. You'll have to solve your own problem."

"What do I have to do for you to let me go?"

she cried.

"It's nothing. You've been with so many men, let me have some too. If I'm satisfied, everything will be fine!" I said lewdly.

"You...I...you mean what you say?" she asked after a slight hesitation.

"Of course! Now lie face down on the table, stick your ass up high, spread your legs a little, I'm going to fuck you,"

I said.

Now calmer, she walked to the table and lay down as I said. Looking at her snow-white, pink ass sticking out in front of me, I quickly stripped off my clothes, releasing my already erect penis.

Then I walked behind her and without hesitation thrust into her vagina from behind.

I aimed at her vagina, gritted my teeth, and thrust my waist. Because there hadn't been any foreplay, there wasn't a drop of moisture in her vagina, and the fluid that Lao Xie had created earlier had either dried up or run dry, so her vaginal opening was very dry.

My penis was rubbed a little painfully when it went in! Because of this, she was in even more pain, and the pain made her cry out, "Ah!" Accompanied by her pain, I gripped her white, round, plump buttocks with both hands and twisted my waist to fuck her.

My huge cock thrust in and out relentlessly, without any tenderness. Each time I pulled out, it was only to the very edge of her vagina before being pushed back in, and each insertion was relentless, going all the way to her cervix, and at an incredibly fast and powerful pace! This time, she really suffered. With each powerful thrust of my cock, the erect glans repeatedly rubbed against the dry vaginal walls, like a small file scraping inside.

The pain made her moans distorted: "Ahhh...please...it hurts so much...please...you're going to kill me...please...let me get ready before you play...ah...please don't...ah..." She moaned pitifully as she twisted her body, trying to pull my huge cock out of her vagina.

This was the effect I wanted, this almost rape-like feeling. It was incredibly stimulating, and it excited me even more, making me fuck her even harder! Seeing that she was trying to pull my cock out, I quickly gripped her hips tightly and thrust my cock even harder into her vagina.

Her vagina was extremely narrow, and each time my penis entered, the immense pressure sent a jolt of electric-like pleasure through my cock. The warm, tender vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly; the sensation was unimaginable without experiencing it firsthand. The

delicate, red flesh at the entrance of her vagina concave inwards with each thrust, only to be pulled back out with each withdrawal. Her labia were repeatedly pulled in and out, causing her excruciating pain with each stroke.

A series of screams followed: "Help! No... please stop... don't do it anymore... it hurts so much... please..." Her head swayed with each thrust, her long hair flying wildly.

The glans scraped against the dry vaginal walls, each time eliciting a painful groan from her: "Ah..." My large penis plunged deeper and deeper into her vagina, the pain causing her to instinctively try to close her thighs, but this only intensified her suffering.

I held her round, big buttocks and swayed from side to side, letting my penis rub against her vagina, the head of my penis repeatedly grinding against her cervix. "Ah...ah..." she moaned, her whole body trembling.

"This is amazing! Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly, it feels so good!" I cried out in pleasure, thrusting my penis even harder and more violently.

Then, I reached forward and grabbed her clitoris, her lower abdomen, and her pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..." she screamed, her body leaning forward: "Please stop...ah...it hurts..." Seeing her face contorted in pain in the mirror and hearing her pleas, my penis grew even larger, and I thrust faster and faster, my whole body twisting violently.

While continuing to fuck her pussy, my right hand vigorously rubbed her large breasts.

At this moment, I was in a state of extreme excitement, my left hand moving upwards along her white, slender thighs, suddenly pinching her clitoris hard.

Under my almost perverse ravaging, she could only plead, "No more...please spare me! Do me a good deed...let me go! Ah...woo...woo..." I gradually reached my climax, squeezing her breasts hard with both hands, pulling them downwards, and pinching her erect, sensitive nipples with my thumbnails. Her beautiful, firm breasts changed shape under my rough hands.

"No...ah...ah...no...ah...woo...woo..." she cried out in pain, "I can't take it anymore...no...I can't take it...please!" Perhaps because of fear, there was no fluid flowing from her vagina, and her cries eventually turned into muffled groans as she shook her head.

My strong hands continued to knead her full breasts, occasionally pinching her erect nipples with my nails. The intense shame and pain brought tears to her eyes: "woo...woo..." "You really do look like a virgin!" I shouted happily, cupping her smooth buttocks with both hands and thrusting powerfully inside! Thrust! Thrust again! My penis encountered a powerful contraction, and I roared with joy, "Ah! You stinky cunt, fucking you is really good! Enjoy my cock! Old Xie definitely hasn't let you taste such a great cock! Today I'll let you taste a cock like never before!" Intense excitement led me to lewdly insult her with obscene language, my cock still thrusting tirelessly, my lower abdomen slamming against her beautiful buttocks again and again. Her head was pressed tightly against the mirror, her hands could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support herself against the mirror.

The intense pain made her scream incessantly, but soon she ran out of strength, and even her screams stopped, leaving only "Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Finally, my climax arrived.

After thrusting into her for about twenty minutes, my first climax came! "Oh! I'm going to cum..." I shouted, and the speed of my thrusting reached its limit, my lower abdomen hitting her beautiful buttocks, making a "slap slap slap" sound.

I thrust even more frantically into her vagina. "Ugh...ugh..." she cried out in pain, her body writhing like a snake with the last of her strength.

At that moment, my glans swelled even more, and I finally ejaculated violently. I reached my climax, my penis erupting like a volcano, spraying streams of white semen into her vagina. She convulsed uncontrollably in extreme pain.

With my last ounce of strength, I continued to thrust my penis relentlessly, copious amounts of semen spraying onto her cervix.

"Ah...ah..." she moaned, but I continued thrusting, as if trying to inject the last drop of semen into her.

I rocked my hips back and forth, swaying my penis from side to side, watching her nearly die from my fucking, and I couldn't help but laugh excitedly.

"Ugh...ugh..." she cried incessantly.

"Your cunt is so good..." I said, pulling my now limp penis out of her vagina and plopping down in a chair, panting heavily.

She lay face down on the table, her large breasts exposed by her body, her buttocks still dangling off the edge, white semen constantly leaking from her vagina, her long, beautiful legs bent limply.

Her head rested weakly on the table, she gasped for breath and cried out, "Ugh...ugh..."

I looked at her naked body, but quickly regained my composure.

This woman's buttocks were so beautiful, just looking at them was exciting! My eyes were fixed on her beautiful buttocks.

I reached out and grabbed her mound of flesh, "Ah..." Her buttocks trembled violently, the shame and sorrow of her most intimate parts about to be exposed making her extremely distressed.

I pulled her mound of flesh apart, she desperately shook her head and twisted her body, but her buttocks were still exposed, "Ugh...ugh..." she let out a mournful cry from intense shame.

In the buttocks cleft, two slightly raised petals parted slightly to the left and right, their surface sticky with sweat, emitting a bright pink color.

Above the petals was a chrysanthemum-like brown anus, the labia parted to reveal a deep red mucous membrane, and an opening leading to the abdomen.

What a beautiful back door! I've never done it from behind before (I mentioned it to my wife, but she wouldn't let me, so I had no choice). So I grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth; I didn't want to attract attention.

Then I positioned my glans against her anus. "Plop!" My penis slammed against her chrysanthemum.

"Ah..." The intense pain made her scream, her upper body arching upwards, her breasts swaying.

It was so tight to insert my thick penis; the opening of her anus widened, but her sphincter still resisted penetration. I thrust forward forcefully, "Oh... ooh..." a painful moan escaped her lips.

Despite the fierce resistance from her anus, my glans slowly slid in.

"Heave-ho!" I yelled, thrusting hard, the entire glans entering her anus. "Oh..." she cried out in pain.

Once the glans was inside, even with the sphincter contracting, it couldn't push it out.

Then, I pulled out my underwear; I didn't want to miss hearing her moans! She was in excruciating pain, tears streaming down her face, screaming, "It hurts! It hurts...it hurts! It's going to split open! I'm going to die! Ah...don't go in any further! Please pull it out! I'm going to die! It hurts..." She screamed and desperately twisted her hips, trying to shake my penis out.

"Keep your voice down, or I'll call someone and I won't care!" I said, continuing to push my penis inside.

Hearing this, she clenched her teeth, her sweaty face contorted in pain.

My penis finally reached the base, and the excitement was completely different from the feeling of penetration.

"Ugh...ugh..." she groaned.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass?" I asked.

"No, no, please don't...please fuck my pussy instead? I'm dying of pain,"

she begged.

The base of my penis was gripped tightly by the sphincter muscles, but the deeper part was much more relaxed.

This wasn't an empty space; the rectal mucosa gripped the penis tightly. The surface of the rectal mucosa was relatively firm, unlike the softness of the vaginal mucosa. When the penis was thrust in and out, it produced a sensation like seeing stars.

Ignoring her pleas, I began thrusting. "Ah...ah..." she groaned in pain, her body leaning forward, her breasts hitting the table and deforming.

My thrusting gradually intensified, "plop...plop..." the sound of the penis rubbing against the rectal mucosa began to appear.

The intense pain contorted her face. The penis moved firmly in and out of her rectum, the glans making a "plop plop" sound.

Entering the rectum, the rectum burned like fire. "Ugh...ahhh..." her breathing became intermittent, large beads of sweat dripping from her body.

"Ah...ugh..." she groaned continuously. The thick, red-hot iron rod inserted into her anus was extremely painful, as if fire was burning her anus. "Ah..." she screamed.

My penis continued its piston-like motion. "Ah..." she cried out in a daze.

Soon, I began a vigorous thrusting. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated, this round lasted a full hour, my hair soaked with sweat.

With waves of tingling sensation from my tailbone, I increased the speed of my thrusts, faster and faster… Finally, my vision went black, and my hot glans ejaculated again inside her rectum… After resting, I got up, dressed, went outside to get her clothes, and tossed them to her: “Hurry up and get dressed, the bus is leaving soon, or we’ll miss it.”

Hearing this, she struggled to get up and began to dress, enduring the pain.

“Where…where are my underwear?” she asked, unable to find her panties and bra.

“Keep them as a souvenir!” I said with a smile.

She didn’t say anything more, silently dressed, and we went out together and got on the bus.

On the bus, I pulled her to sit in the last row. Because there weren’t many people on the bus, and the surroundings were empty, my hands became restless. My left hand reached under her skirt, probing her vagina, while my right hand slipped inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts.

"No, no! Someone will see!" she whispered, pushing me away.

"It's okay! Nobody will see! I was in a rush just now, I didn't get enough pleasure! If you don't let me have some fun with my hand, then I'll..." I threatened in a low voice, and she had no choice but to let me do as I pleased.

So, for the entire half-hour drive, I groped her wantonly, even making her masturbate me, until my semen covered her hands.

The next day at work, I called her to my private office, and I fucked her for a full three hours, playing with her anus once, giving her oral sex and breast sex once, and her vagina twice.

The best was the last time; she had her hands on the table, and I fucked her from behind, sometimes penetrating her vagina, sometimes her anus, making her moan incessantly, her juices flowing freely.

From that day on, she became my sex slave, a sex slave I could have whenever I wanted.

Of course, I didn't skimp on the money; as for the evidence! Of course, I didn't return it! Otherwise, how could Huang Guiping be so freely manipulated by me? Seeing my aunt's listless and infinitely aggrieved expression, I smiled to myself. My aunt said, "Chengguo, you big bad guy, you're still smiling!" As she spoke, she gently placed her small fist on my shoulder, while her jade-like fingers spread into soft palms and gently patted my cheek. The millions of alcohol molecules that had entered my bloodstream seemed to still be running freely in my veins. My aunt's beautiful and delicate face was hidden in her water-soaked, black, wavy hair, looking as pitiful as a little girl who had been frightened and was crying alone. Resisting the urge to touch my aunt's fair and rosy cheeks, I stretched out my hand with a little effort and gently pinched my aunt's cheek, smiling weakly, "Auntie, you don't know, sleeping in the water is very comfortable!"... My aunt scolded me with infinite resentment, "If you scare me again, I'll leave you and never see you again, and I mean it."

I stuck out my still-stiff tongue and obediently agreed, "I'll never drink so much again, at least I'll never sleep in the bathtub after drinking again... I don't want you to worry anymore..." After saying that, I looked into my aunt's eyes and found that the tears that had been welling up there were now streaming down her face. I felt that the atmosphere was too... awkward, so I joked, "Auntie, what exactly happened just now?" Seeing that I was recovering well, my aunt tapped my forehead with her finger and said, "You still ask? When you went out, you seemed very down. I was worried something had happened to you, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I went to look for you. I didn't take my phone, and I searched several streets nearby but couldn't find you. I called the hotel front desk and told them you had just returned, so I rushed back to find you. When I entered the room, I realized something was wrong. I called you, but you didn't answer. I could only hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, but it didn't sound like you were taking a shower. I called you twice, and you answered..." At this point, my aunt's face immediately flushed with embarrassment. She looked away from my face and continued, "I couldn't be embarrassed and went into the bathroom, only to find you submerged in the bathtub... without even clothes on... You naughty boy... You shouldn't scare your aunt by being naked!"... After saying this, the aunt's embarrassment deepened... But she didn't stop there and continued, "That's not all! You little rascal, do you know how I woke you up?" I shook my head blankly… My aunt smiled sweetly… “I won’t say anything about that.”

I immediately understood, and said ingratiatingly, “I know, Auntie, you kissed me!” My aunt said angrily, “That was CPR! What time is it? I can’t care about that now…” I put on a sincere expression and asked, “Auntie, how did it feel?” My aunt turned her face away and said, “I didn’t feel anything.” I pressed, “How did it feel?” My aunt said in a low voice, “Whatever you feel, that’s what I feel…” As soon as my aunt entered the room, she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing.

Suddenly, I heard my aunt calling from the bathroom. It turned out that my aunt had forgotten to bring her bra. I opened my aunt’s suitcase and took out the bra. It seemed that something else had fallen out with it. I bent down to pick it up and was immediately stunned.

Three condoms were lined up in my hand.

I didn’t dare to look and quickly stuffed them back in. I went to the bathroom and handed the bra to my aunt.

Back on the bed, my mind was racing. Was my aunt hinting at something? Why else would she ask me to bring her a bra, and what a coincidence—the condom was inside!

A wave of nervousness washed over me, mixed with a strange excitement. My

aunt came out after her shower, wearing a pinkish-purple nightgown. Her bra and panties were faintly visible under the light.

She stretched lazily by the bed, smiling at me, and said, "Little devil, have you seen enough? Come over and massage my feet." She then stretched her legs out in front of me.

When my fingers touched her alluring little feet,

my last line of defense finally crumbled.

I slowly moved my hands upwards, tentatively asking, "Auntie, something fell out when I was getting your clothes." My

aunt blushed, laughing and scolding, "You naughty boy, why are you rummaging through my things? You saw everything! I prepared that thing thinking I could come with him, but now I don't need it."

She then gave me a knowing look.

I gently massaged my aunt's feet, slowly moving upwards, to her calves and thighs.

My aunt seemed to enjoy it, her eyes tightly closed.

I pulled her close, hugged her tightly, and passionately kissed her lips, earlobes, and… My aunt kept her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased.

I held my aunt and lay down on the bed… After a passionate night, when I woke up in the morning, my aunt nestled tightly in my arms, gently rubbing my nose. "You little rascal, haven't you been wanting this for a long time?"

I kissed my aunt's face and said tenderly, "Auntie, I want to love you forever." My aunt sighed softly and said, "You're such a child."

That trip with my aunt was like a romantic one, enjoying love and sex.

Later, my aunt left the city to develop her career in Shenzhen, and I got my first girlfriend.

But deep down, I still deeply loved my aunt.

Chapter One:

My name is Cui Chengguo. Five years ago, I was a college student at a university in Jinan, majoring in oil painting and writing poetry in my spare time. Actually, I wasn't very good at oil painting, but I did achieve some success in poetry. I'm not very talented, but I joined the city's writers' association at the end of my freshman year.

I want to talk about the most important woman in my life. Everyone calls her Zhang Zihan, but I can only call her Aunt.

Aunt is my real aunt, only three years older than me. She's my mother's youngest sister. My mother has four sisters; she's the eldest, and Aunt is the youngest. My mother is 21 years older than Aunt. Don't be surprised, and don't doubt it. I can only tell you one reason: it's true.

Even everything in this story is based on real events, which were hidden in my heart before I had the courage to write them down.

My maternal grandmother passed away early. Why early? Because she died in childbirth while giving birth to Aunt. She was 45 years old that year.

My mother doted on my aunt, who was raised on my mother's breast milk. I know that milk was probably shared with her by my older brother, who was a year older than me. Unfortunately, he was lost when he was two. Perhaps he's living in a new family now, maybe even with a wife and children of his own. I often prayed this with my mother.

I don't know if it was because of losing my brother that my mother gave birth to me.

From as far back as I can remember, I slept with my aunt. She could count all the moles on my body with her eyes closed, and she would pat my back like an older sister to lull me to sleep.

Chapter Two

In 2005, my aunt, who had already graduated from university, found a translation job at a foreign company in Jinan. That year, I was already a freshman in college. My aunt's boyfriend was the military instructor who had trained her during her university years. The budding girl's admiration for soldiers led my aunt to fall in love with this soldier. My grandfather, mother, second aunt, and third aunt did a lot of talking to her about it, but believing that she was old enough, my aunt insisted on overcoming the family's resistance and started dating this soldier. They dated for several years. Fortunately, this soldier was very hardworking. In 2003, in his fourth year as a soldier, he was admitted to a military academy in Beijing.

The SARS outbreak in 2003 caused panic throughout China, and Jinan was also in a state of tension. In fact, only a few cases were found in Shandong. Summer vacation seemed to come particularly early that year. Before I knew it, Jinan, the "furnace of China," was very hot. As my first summer vacation in college, I, who had always longed for independence, especially wanted to find a job and earn my own money. However, because of SARS, my mother did not want me to come home. But because I was her only son, she was still very worried about me and called my aunt, who also worked in Jinan, to ask her to take good care of me.

The school was completely cleared out, and suddenly I didn't even have a place to live, leaving me feeling lost. I had no choice but to call my aunt. She told me to come to her place first. Her house was in the east of Jinan. After taking a bus for more than an hour, I arrived at the entrance of her apartment complex. My aunt was already waiting for me at the door. Because we lived far apart, I hadn't seen her for several months. She was wearing summer clothes and looked particularly slender. My aunt was 170cm tall, which seemed about the same height as me, who was 180cm. She said that the girl she shared an apartment with had gotten married, and they had paid a year's rent together for a two-bedroom apartment. They were planning to find someone to share it with. She told me to come and stay with her. I said okay, I'll pay you the rent when I get my salary. She laughed and said, "You haven't even found a job yet, and you're going to pay me rent? Don't be angry with me. I'm pretty scared to be alone anyway. Consider you my bodyguard."

We made our way up to my aunt's apartment on the third floor. I was carrying my heavy bags, sweating profusely. As soon as we entered, my aunt told me to go to the bathroom to wash my face. Inside, a round clothes rack was covered with underwear of various colors. My face suddenly turned bright red. My aunt came over and saw my embarrassment. She laughed and said, "My nephew has grown up!" Then she took the clothes rack out, making me even more embarrassed.

After washing my face, I finally got a good look at my aunt's house. The furniture was from a rented apartment; it was quite simple—just a sofa, a coffee table, and what looked like a 25-inch TV. But my aunt had decorated it very warmly. Women will be women. My aunt cut me some watermelon, and as I ate, she asked what kind of job I was planning to look for. "You haven't even graduated yet," she said, "you're only looking for a summer sales job." I asked how much she'd pay. She said, "Are you greedy? With all the fuss this year, they don't even know if they're hiring salespeople anymore. Let's see what happens. If you can't find one, you can just settle down in Jinan and enroll in a tutoring program to learn something."

Although I'm not much younger than my aunt, she's still an elder, so I didn't say anything. But I knew I had to find a job.

After dinner, my aunt said, "Let's go for a walk. Your auntie is already so fat, she'll be too embarrassed to show her face in public if she gets any fatter." My aunt always speaks to me in a very lively tone. Once we were out, my aunt said, "Let's look at watches. I'm planning to buy one to match my clothes this summer." In a shopping mall, my aunt saw a Swatch women's watch that cost over 800 yuan. My aunt asked me if it looked good, and I said it was too expensive. Unexpectedly, the salesperson said, "It's not expensive, handsome. Your girlfriend wearing a luxury watch makes you look classy." My face turned bright red again, and before I could explain, my aunt laughed and said to the salesperson, "This is my nephew." The salesperson was also very embarrassed and apologized profusely. My aunt bought the watch. With a monthly salary of over 8,000 yuan, she always seemed to spend money without batting an eye. After buying the watch, we walked back, and my aunt linked arms with me. We got a lot of stares along the way because my aunt's height, figure, clothes, and appearance were all quite "trendy."

Chapter 3

After arriving home, my aunt went to take a shower first, while I used her laptop to use QQ in her room. After a while, my aunt came out, wearing a rose-red nightgown. I glanced at her and felt a little strange. I could only stare at the computer screen. My aunt said, "Stop playing, let's chat." I looked at my aunt and felt even more embarrassed. I asked the computer again, "What should we talk about?" My aunt asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, "If I had a girlfriend, would I still be staying here?" My aunt said, "What are you thinking, kid? Let your auntie check your girlfriends." I said, "Okay, but I don't know where they are." I asked her how things were going with her and her soldier boyfriend. She said, "Why do you care so much about kids?" After saying that, my aunt seemed a little sad and continued, "Because of FD, we haven't seen each other for half a year. He was supposed to come to Jinan to see me during the May Day holiday, but I don't understand his feelings. He said he wouldn't come."

Seeing my aunt's pitiful look, I couldn't help but feel pity for her for the first time, or perhaps something else entirely. I quickly laughed it off, "I just came to see you." My aunt rolled her eyes at me, "What do you know, you little brat? Go take a shower and go to bed. "

Chapter Four

: Waking up in the morning, I started doing my "morning combat exercise" again, my underwear bulging. Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. Naked, I went to the toilet, pushed open the door, and as I was about to pull down my underwear, I saw my aunt sitting on the toilet watching me. I screamed and quickly backed out, running to my room. Only after hearing my aunt return to her room did I rush back to the toilet to relieve myself. When my aunt called me for breakfast, I noticed she seemed a little embarrassed, and I felt even more awkward.

After breakfast, my aunt said she would contact one of her classmates, a sales manager at an appliance store, who was hiring summer promoters. She suggested I try it out. My aunt and I went out together; she went to work, and I went to the store. The job was actually quite simple: a promoter for a certain brand, with a base salary of 900 yuan and a bonus of 500 yuan per month. It sounded easy, so I agreed. The manager, who was also my aunt's classmate, kept asking about my aunt's current situation. I guess he was a fan of hers back in college. My first day was actually quite simple: I wore an advertising banner and stood next to some TVs handing out brochures. It was simple but not easy, and my first day ended in exhaustion.

When I got home, my aunt was already home and had dinner ready. She asked how my first day was, and I said I was tired. My aunt chuckled and said, "Now you know how hard it is to earn money, right? Come on, eat. Call your mom after you eat." After dinner, my aunt called my mom first, then handed the phone to me. My mom asked how work was, and I, knowing to only report good news, told her it was great, the work was easy, and I made about a thousand yuan a month. Then my mom told me to eat well and listen to my aunt, and so on.

After dinner, my aunt showed her authoritative side, telling me how to get along with colleagues and bosses at work, etc. I listened attentively, of course. After her lecture, my aunt said, "You can go online now, I'm going to take a shower." I said, "Take the computer out." My aunt said, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" The internet cable in my bedroom is a hassle. I suggested going over there, but I said no, and ended up watching TV. I flipped through several channels, but nothing interesting happened. Bored, I watched a bit of Hunan TV's "Brave and Intelligent Challenge," a rerun of the evening show. Watching the contestants swagger through the challenges was both comical and uninteresting. I thought to myself, how could these people be so bored, traveling all the way to Hunan to "take a bath" in a dirty, muddy pool?

From the bathroom came the sound of rushing water, my aunt rubbing her body with her hands ("pia pia~~~"), and the "glug~~~" of lathering soap. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation in my lower body, and I couldn't help but imagine my aunt bathing in there, her body smooth as silk, soft as cotton. I even smelled a strange fragrance; I couldn't tell if it was the scent of shampoo or the natural body odor of a young woman.

Another contestant fell into the water on TV, and my thoughts snapped back to reality. I thought to myself, "How wicked I am!" I quickly stopped myself and focused on watching the contestant's bathing performance.

But I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting to the blurry projection of my aunt's body on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

Just as I was lost in thought, the frosted glass door opened, and the room was instantly filled with a fragrance that made me a little dizzy. My aunt came out, drying her hair with a towel. She was only wrapped in a bath towel, and perhaps because the towel was wrapped too tightly, her deep cleavage looked mysterious and alluring. I bit my lip hard to stay awake. This is your aunt, your own aunt! You can't let your mind wander like that! My aunt noticed me staring at her blankly and teased me, "Son, make sure someone's not in the bathroom before you go in, okay?" She then gave an awkward laugh. I, of course, could only awkwardly agree. My aunt put on a face mask and started a long phone call with her boyfriend. She didn't seem to care much about my presence; affectionate words like "baby" kept popping from her lips. The gist of the conversation was that her boyfriend's school had lifted the pandemic restrictions and he was coming to Suzhou to visit her. My aunt was beaming with joy.

After about half an hour, she was even more excited than a typical schoolgirl. She stood up, picked me up from the sofa, and kissed me. I lost my balance and accidentally pressed my face against her chest, feeling incredibly embarrassed. My aunt, ever the shrew, quickly turned away, saying she needed to go buy some nice clothes so her "uncle" would be stunned when he arrived! I quickly picked up the conversation, "Hey, my dear auntie, be careful your soldier boyfriend doesn't fall for you! That's a hereditary condition, bad for our family's future generations!" My aunt lightly tapped my forehead with her index finger, "What do you know, little brat? Go away!" Then, humming a little tune, she skipped back to her room.

The awkwardness from before was finally resolved, but seeing my aunt's excited expression, I couldn't help but marvel at the madness of women in love.

Chapter Five:

The second day's work was the same as the previous day, but my initial excitement had worn off. My legs felt like they were cramping. With the arrival of summer vacation, the mall seemed a bit more crowded, and I was exhausted. After work, I seemed to understand why there's an idiom for "walking with difficulty." I finally made it home, but my aunt wasn't there. On the coffee table were the things I'd bought from the Ginza supermarket. Feeling hungry, I looked in the bag to see what was in it—mostly puffed snacks and cookies. As I emptied the bag onto the sofa, two boxes suddenly spilled out. They had "Sixth Sense" written on them. At the time, I didn't know what that meant. My sixth sense kicked in, and when I picked it up and saw the small print: "Ultra-thin condoms," I suddenly felt uneasy. I thought my aunt had prepared them for her boyfriend. Just as I was about to put them back in the plastic bag, my aunt came back. I was so embarrassed. My aunt saw them too and said, "Why did you pour them all out? You're going to eat this too?" I said, "I'll save them for my soldier boyfriend." My aunt smacked my head and took the two boxes to her room. After dinner, my aunt was on the phone in the living room, and I went to her room to go online. I was on the phone for another half hour. After she finished, she excitedly ran over and hugged my head from behind, telling me very excitedly that her soldier boyfriend would arrive in Suzhou the next afternoon. Then she smacked my head a few times.

Chapter Six:

The third day of work was still repetitive. In the afternoon, my aunt suddenly came to see me, saying she wanted to leave work early and go out for dinner together. I half-jokingly said, "You two are on a date, what am I supposed to do?" My aunt said, "Kids have so many things to worry about, go home early." I agreed. On the third day of work, I completely lost faith in my job. Repetition, endless repetition. Once again, I made it to the end of the workday. Just as I arrived at the apartment complex, my aunt and her boyfriend were already downstairs. It was the first time I'd seen her boyfriend. He had dark skin, looked about the same height as my aunt, and had rather large eyes. However, from a man's perspective, he wasn't exactly handsome. What my aunt liked about him was unknown. Suddenly, I didn't know… What should I call him? This soldier was more easygoing and greeted me first. My aunt was in a hurry to go out for dinner. After leaving the neighborhood, we got into a taxi and suddenly didn't know what to eat. My aunt suggested Japanese food. My aunt and her boyfriend were in the back, and I was in the passenger seat. My aunt's happiness didn't diminish because of my presence. She hugged his neck and kissed him from time to time. All of this was seen by me and the driver in the rearview mirror. The meal was rather boring. I'm not a fan of Japanese food, but at my aunt's urging, I drank two glasses of sake with her boyfriend. I felt a little dizzy and finished quickly. They seemed a little impatient and said, "Let's go home." I casually agreed, got into the taxi, and drove in silence.

Back home, remembering my "sixth sense" from yesterday, I wisely went back to my room. The sake had quite a strong aftereffect; my head felt heavy. My aunt and he were chatting and laughing outside. I lay on the bed, and under the influence of the alcohol, I gradually fell asleep... My dreams were chaotic. In my dream, many women were shouting at me, their voices sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes high, sometimes low, as if they were in danger. But I couldn't understand them at all. And so, the night passed in a daze.

The next day, I could still see the blush on my aunt's face. Fortunately, her boyfriend was going home to see his parents, and I felt a sense of relief. My aunt, however, seemed extremely unhappy, pouting like a little girl and acting coquettishly. I ignored all of this, ate lunch, and went to work. Sitting on the bus, I thought to myself, "Humans are such strange creatures..." I was already numb to work, and I truly understood that money wasn't so easy to earn. My aunt's friend, on the other hand, was quite caring and didn't ask for much. In the afternoon, with half an hour left, he told me to go home early. I returned home gratefully, but my aunt wasn't home yet. When I went to the bathroom, I saw her various colored underwear in a basin, unwashed. They were probably from last night. Suddenly, I felt very wicked and quickly washed my face with cold water.

My aunt came home quickly, still radiant, whether from work or the glow of newly found love, I don't know. As for me, I felt incredibly tired. I listlessly stared at the TV, which was playing [a certain show/program]. My aunt noticed I seemed unhappy and laughed, saying I looked like Yang Rui from the show. I jokingly replied that Yang Rui wasn't as handsome as me. My aunt laughed and said, "Yes, yes, yes," and then went to cook. After dinner, she asked about my work and then went to take a shower. I went back to my room and started playing my games. I casually opened my email and found a bunch of rejection emails. I felt quite upset and lost all interest in playing on the computer. I lay on the bed, lost in thought, thinking, "These damn editors are bastards! They show no mercy even to writers' association members' work! They rejected it all!" My aunt came into my room after taking a shower, combing her hair as she asked why I was going to bed so early. I said I was bored. She sat down on the edge of my bed and said, "Let's chat for a bit, so we don't have a generation gap." I laughed and said, "We're only a few years apart." As I said this, her breasts were faintly visible under her nightgown... I quickly looked away. My aunt, busy combing her hair, didn't seem to notice. I started a conversation, saying, "Auntie, your soldier brother is only staying one night and then leaving?" She replied with a hint of resentment, "What can I do? My parents are more important than my wife." I chuckled and said, "You'll be more important after we get married, your husband will be with you every day." My aunt glared at me and said, "What do you mean? Are you implying I'm destined to be an unfilial wife?"

I half-jokingly said, "What do you mean 'seems like'? It's definitely true, haha." After saying that, my aunt raised her comb like a knife and said, "You little brat, how dare you talk about your aunt like that!" She was about to chop me when I blocked with my hand. She stepped forward, and my hand just touched her chest. I pulled my hand back as if I'd been electrocuted. My aunt noticed and went back to sit down. We both felt awkward. My aunt said, "Drink some water and go to bed early." I agreed, and she left. Her silhouette in the background, even in her pajamas, was still so alluring… Chapter Seven:

Time seemed to pass peacefully in the repetition of these days. More than half a month had passed since I started working, and my aunt seemed to be working too. My life after get off work is monotonous, and I've become increasingly numb to the mall's promotions. My mother often calls to ask about my well-being and work, and I always complain, "Your own sister is here, why aren't you worried?" My mother always says, "Don't just eat all you want, help your aunt with some chores." I usually find my mother nagging, perhaps because of my age at that time. Actually, during the time I stayed with my aunt, she cooked for me. I know she couldn't cook before going to university, but now she cooks reasonably well. But I feel that even if I can't cook, I shouldn't just let her buy things. So after work, I went to the supermarket and bought some ribs, mushrooms, etc. When I got home, my aunt was already back.

I put my things in the kitchen and called out to my aunt. She answered and said she was in her room. I went back and saw her leg on a chair, her ankle swollen badly. I asked her what happened, and she was almost in tears.

With a pained expression, she said that the elevator at her company was broken today, and while walking down the stairs in her 8-point heels, she tripped and fell. Luckily, a colleague caught her. At the hospital, the checkup showed no bones, just swelling. I jokingly said, "Looks like I had a feeling. I just went to buy you some ribs." My aunt said, "Don't you have any conscience? I've fallen like this, and you're still joking!" I had to become serious and ask her, "Then how are you going to work?" She said, "Why would I go to work? They'll bring the documents home for me tomorrow, and I'll cook at home." "Oh dear, how are you going to eat?" I said, "Don't worry about me. You're like my mom. I'll cook for you." My aunt chuckled, "Kid, you should treat me like your mom." She raised an eyebrow, "How can I cook?" I'll give a salute, and I guarantee it'll be cooked! Chapter Eight:

This dinner was hastily prepared by me under my aunt's remote commands from her bedroom. Actually, it was all cooked in a pressure cooker, but there's not much skill involved; the ribs were already very tender. My aunt even praised me while eating, saying, "Not bad, you can cook now." I said, "Of course! My mom never got this treatment." My aunt laughed even more. "I'm not your mom!" I said, "You're my aunt, and a little aunt at that!" My aunt laughed even more. Dinner proceeded in a very harmonious atmosphere. My aunt was genuinely touched by my performance, saying that I've really learned to take care of people since starting university, and my future girlfriend will be lucky. I asked my aunt, "Aren't you happy now?" My aunt said, "Happy? So happy! My little nephew who used to fight with me all the time when he was a kid has now learned to be considerate."

I said, "Then I'll wish you happiness for a few days." My aunt agreed. I don't know how much I was staring at her from a third-party perspective. My aunt was eating and didn't notice my gaze. My brain was in turmoil again. My reason told me not to look, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "What are you looking at!" My aunt's words brought me back to reality. I lowered my head in embarrassment. My aunt said, "What are you looking at, little brat? You're all grown up now. When you get a girlfriend, you can look at her as much as you want." I never expected my aunt to say that. Embarrassed, I quickly cleaned up and washed the dishes.

I bent down and lowered my head, lifting my aunt's arm so she could put it on my neck, and limped back to the room. The perfume she wore made me feel a little dizzy, even a little impulsive, but I quickly calmed down. I said, "Auntie, did you spray insecticide on yourself? Why does it smell weird?" My aunt said, "You're teasing me again, aren't you? I could buy dozens of boxes of insecticide with this Chanel No. 5." I chuckled. I think my aunt is a very clean person, but now she can't take a shower. So I went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, soaked my aunt's towel in it, and brought it to the room. I said, "Auntie, wipe your face." My aunt seemed touched and said, "Thank you so much for being so thoughtful." I asked how old I was, and she said, "No matter how old you are, you're still my nephew." I said, "Of course." After wiping my face, she said, "Could you change the water and help me wash my back?" I felt embarrassed and didn't say anything. My aunt noticed and said, "It's okay, it's just the two of us, why are you shy? You go out first, I'll change out of my pajamas." I went out to get a basin of water, and my aunt had already changed out of her pajamas. This time she was wearing a two-piece set instead of a nightgown. My aunt said, "I'll lie down here, can you wash my back?" I said, "Okay." I suddenly thought of a movie I watched in my first year of university called "Jan Dara," which seemed to have something like this... The thought of that scene made me stop abruptly, because my aunt had already taken off her clothes and was lying down. Her back was incredibly smooth, and I was gently wiping it with a towel. She, still lying there, said, "Wipe harder." Facing that white back, I felt incredibly awkward. My face turned bright red, and my heart raced. I froze, holding the towel in my hand. Suddenly, I wanted to touch it. At that moment, it seemed my brain and hand were separate; my mind was in a state of internal conflict, yet my hand reached down, and my mouth followed suit. I said, "Auntie, let your nephew give you a massage." My aunt, half-buried in a cushion, tilted her head and hummed in agreement. "Okay, son, go ahead and massage me," I said, gently tracing my aunt's back with my fingertips. Starting from the back of her neck, I used my index and middle fingers to lightly slide along both sides of her spine to the middle of her S-shape, at the junction of her waist and hips. I stopped, then returned and repeated the same route. My aunt seemed to enjoy it, almost as if she were asleep. After about a minute, she murmured "Mmm~~" and then suddenly woke up, saying, "Okay, I was asleep." She then took off her clothes herself. I could see her face was flushed. A little flustered, she said, "Okay, go back to sleep." I slowly left the room, slapping myself hard in the face.

I spent a guilty and unbearable night.

Chapter Nine

. The morning felt quite muggy. I didn't know if it was because Jinan was in its hot season or if I was just feeling hot-tempered. I got up early, went out of the neighborhood, bought some fried dough sticks and soy milk, and quickly ate a little. My aunt hadn't gotten up yet. I said goodbye to her and went to work. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. My aunt's leg was so bad that it would be difficult for her to eat lunch. Anyway, I wasn't very interested in this job, so I decided to go back and take care of her for a few days. When I got to the mall, I met my aunt's classmate and told him about the situation. He was quite enthusiastic and said, "No problem, go ahead." He even asked with great concern how she was doing and whether he should come and see her. I said no, she would be fine in a few days. He even specifically asked me to pass on his regards. I found it quite funny. She's about to get married, what's the point? Haha. Of course, this person was still very nice to me.

After taking leave, I asked around and found a market. I bought a whole chicken. I didn't really know what else to buy, but I vaguely remembered that when I was little, my mother ate chicken and bones every day after I injured my leg in an accident. After buying the chicken and some vegetables, I went home. My aunt was sitting on the bed, a laptop on her lap, and some documents on the bed. She was working. She asked me why I was back. I said I'd had enough. Besides, with your leg like that, how will you eat? Your soldier brother isn't here. My aunt laughed and said, "If he's not going, he's not going. He can stay home and read." I was about to start cooking when I noticed that my aunt was only wearing a silk tank top and shorts because of the heat. Her hair was loose, and she was focused on her computer work. A unique charm of an intellectual woman was evident in her. I stopped myself again and quickly went to prepare the meal.

Lunch was served in a very harmonious atmosphere. My aunt was really touched by my behavior. She said that I had really learned to take care of people since I went to university, and my future girlfriend would be happy. I asked my aunt, "Aren't you happy now?" My aunt said she was so happy, so incredibly happy. Her little nephew, who used to fight with me all the time, had now learned to be considerate.

I said, "Then I'll call you 'Happy for a few days,'" and she agreed. I don't know how much I was staring at her then, from a third-person perspective. My aunt was eating and didn't notice my gaze. My brain was in turmoil again; reason told me not to look, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "What are you looking at!" my aunt's words brought me back to reality. I lowered my head in embarrassment. My aunt said, "What are you looking at, little brat? You're all grown up now. When you get a girlfriend, you can look all you want." I never expected my aunt to say that. Embarrassed, I quickly cleared the dishes and helped my aunt back to the bedroom.

Chapter Ten:

My aunt's leg wasn't swollen much anymore. She said she wanted to walk slowly in the afternoon and asked me to accompany her. I supported her from the front, and she walked slowly on tiptoe, barefoot. We used a makeshift support to walk step by step around the living room. After walking just one lap, she probably put some weight on her injured area and felt a sharp pain. She suddenly collapsed into my arms, and I hugged her waist. I suddenly realized she was crying. I asked, "Does it hurt a lot, Auntie?" Her tears continued to flow, and she said, "It's nothing, I just feel wronged." I asked, "What are you wronged about?" She said, "It's nothing, help me back." I helped her back to bed and asked her again why she was crying. She said, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that other people's boyfriends are with them every day, but I don't even have anyone to be with me when I fall." I said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here to keep you company." My aunt wiped away her tears and laughed. "Okay, I'm happy to have you with me. Don't cry anymore." I continued to comfort her, "Auntie, don't cry. Get well soon and introduce me to a girlfriend." This time, my aunt was really happy. "What's wrong? Missing a wife?" "Love isn't something that can be introduced. It takes feeling. My nephew is so handsome, he must have many female classmates pursuing him." I said, "No way! Alright, alright, you're still a kid. Wait a few more years, no rush." I laughed out loud. I'm not old, but my hormones are already at an adult level. My aunt tapped me on the head, "Don't act like a hooligan, kid."

My Aunt's Story, Part 11: My aunt stayed home for a whole week, and I took care of her for the same entire week. She was going back to work, and the weather in Jinan was at its hottest. I really didn't want to go back to that sales job; I had a strange fear of it. Seeing my attitude, my aunt, because she was entrusted by my mother, didn't ask me for anything. My aunt went to work, while I spent my days cooped up in this tiny apartment, staring at the computer, doing nothing but QQ and playing multiplayer games. The hot days passed by in this boredom, while my aunt continued to go to get off work and come home every day. Before I knew it, it was the weekend again. My aunt asked me if I had visited any tourist attractions during my year of schooling in Jinan. I said no, and then my aunt... We suggested going to Jinan Park, but I'm not really interested in springs or anything like that. My aunt was so enthusiastic, though. Jinan is incredibly crowded on weekends; buses were packed like sardine cans. My aunt suggested going to Daming Lake first, which is about a dozen bus stops from our apartment complex. Seeing so many people, she was ready to take a taxi. I said it was fine, we had nothing to do on the weekend, why be so extravagant? She didn't say anything. Finally, we got on a bus, and after a lot of effort, we squeezed in. My aunt and I only had a tiny bit of space to stand; she was in front of me, and I was behind. The bus had air conditioning, so it wasn't too stuffy. And so began our journey across the "City of Springs," which lasted over an hour.

The bus got increasingly crowded, squeezing my aunt and me tightly together. My aunt was wearing a white jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, and I was pressed tightly against her buttocks from behind. At first, I didn't feel anything, but as the bus swayed, I felt something strange. However, it was summer, and her clothes were too thin, so she quickly noticed. Because of the Asian Cup being held in Jinan, the roads were under construction and particularly difficult to travel, making the ride increasingly bumpy. To keep us from swaying, I held onto her waist. She glanced back at me, and I saw the blush that had appeared on her face before, but there was nothing I could do now. The bus was getting more and more crowded, and our bodies were starting to tilt. My aunt then let me put my arm around her waist. I felt the area where we were touching was very hot. Finally, we reached the final stop and got off the bus. My aunt's face was very red, and her eyes looked so unnatural.

My trip to Daming Lake was marred by what happened on the bus, leaving me feeling quite flustered. My aunt was quiet, and I felt even more embarrassed. We quickly strolled around Daming Lake and left. My aunt suggested going to Thousand Buddha Mountain, but I said it was too hot and suggested we go to Quancheng Square instead. My aunt agreed, so we walked there. The square was bustling with people on the weekend. After a short walk, I could already feel the scorching sun. My aunt was already scared of the direct sunlight and said, "Let's go back, the UV rays are too strong." I said, "Okay, it's too hot." We got on the bus again. This time there was still a seat available, which I gave to my aunt. To ease the awkwardness from the bus ride, I joked, "Auntie, you have to sit, you're old and frail." My aunt joked back, "You know how to respect the elderly now. How about I give you my seat?" I said, "No, no, no." The bus started moving, heading back stop by stop.

There weren't many people heading back, but there were no seats available. Seeing how tired I was, my aunt felt sorry for me and said, "Why don't you sit down?" I replied with a laugh, "Wouldn't that be incredibly disrespectful?" My aunt said, "Then you sit down and I'll sit on your lap." I had no choice but to agree. After I sat down, the scent of my aunt's perfume wafted towards me again, and I felt a little intoxicated. The bus became increasingly bumpy. In preparation for hosting the Asian Cup, which would embarrass Chinese football, the entire road network in Jinan was being rebuilt, resulting in uneven and bumpy roads.

My aunt swayed back and forth on my legs as the car bumped along. I supported her waist with both hands. Because she was wearing a short skirt, she was afraid of exposing herself if she looked outwards, so she wrapped her arms around my neck instead. I, on the other hand, wasn't as reserved. I put one arm around her waist and the other on her thigh. My aunt asked me if I had ever hugged any other girl like this before, besides her aunt. I nodded shyly. I was a little intoxicated by my aunt's fragrance and a bit sleepy. In my drowsy state, my left hand pinched my aunt's thigh, just a little bit, but I immediately woke up. As soon as I took my hand away, my aunt looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, "Hold on tight, do you want to drop me?" So I hugged my aunt again. My aunt, meanwhile, was looking out the window, and her hand around my neck would occasionally pinch my earlobe with her fingers. We didn't say a word the whole way.

When I got home on the thirteenth, there was still a lot of food left because of the heat, so I ate a little. My aunt went to take a shower. After she finished, she wore a loose, semi-transparent nightgown, her hair down, and sat on the sofa watching TV. I seemed to have lost my usual restraint at home. I looked at her, and my aunt asked me what I was looking at.

I said, "Auntie, did you wear this nightgown specifically for your soldier boyfriend to see?" My aunt chuckled and said, "But he saw it too, didn't he?" I said, "Please don't! I didn't see anything." My aunt hit me with a magazine from the sofa. "So you mean you wanted to take a good look, huh?" I said, "What a huge injustice! I might have the desire, but I didn't dare!" My aunt immediately sat on my lap, just like she had on the bus that morning, and asked, "Kid, tell me the truth, what were you thinking behind me this morning?" My face suddenly turned red. I said, "What was I thinking? Didn't you think about why certain parts of your body reacted?" I chuckled mischievously and said, "What did I react to?" My aunt chuckled, "You little rascal, you've gone bad now." I asked, "How have I gone bad?" My aunt gave me a strange look, "You know it yourself—it's time to introduce you to a girlfriend."

My aunt continued to snuggle against my legs. She asked, "What kind of girl do you like?" I said, "Well, how should I put it? First of all, a good person." My aunt asked, "What does 'good person' mean?" "First of all, filial piety, right?" My aunt looked at me with exaggerated eyes, "I didn't know my nephew could think of filial piety." I said, "Of course, filial piety is the most important thing." And then, my aunt asked, "Not promiscuous." This made my aunt laugh. She smiled and asked, "Do you know what promiscuous means?" I said, "Well, it's equivalent to promiscuity." My aunt laughed again, "Oh, you've grown up! What do you understand now? What else?" I said, "And then, she has to be pretty, and at least 1.65 meters tall." My aunt said, "Of course she has to be like that. My nephew is so handsome." As she spoke, she put her arm around my neck and stroked my hair. "And what else?" I said, "Her figure has to be S-shaped." My aunt cupped my face with both hands and laughed, "Baby, do you know what an S-shape is?" "I know, her breasts have to be perky, and her butt has to be perky." My aunt said, "Your requirements are quite specific." I said, "Of course." My aunt laughed, "How perky are breasts considered perky?" I felt we had reached a good understanding, so I pinched the lower part of my aunt's breast and said, "It's definitely more prominent than yours." My aunt giggled and slapped my hand, saying, "You naughty boy, your aunt already has a devilish figure." I said, "I didn't notice." My aunt suddenly stood up and spun around on the spot. This spin caused her sheer nightgown, which was tied around her waist, to fly up. I could clearly see the red triangle she was wearing. I was sitting, and my aunt was standing, so that triangle was almost horizontal in front of my eyes. Every time my aunt turned around, I felt like her firm, upturned buttocks were a blazing fireball burning my eyes. The breeze from her nightgown, swept by as she spun around, felt like a scorching wave that incinerated me. I could clearly see the fullness surging in her pubic area. Seeing me staring blankly, she turned around, grabbed my earlobes with both hands, and shook me hard. I snapped out of it and quickly pinched my thigh hard to force the thoughts to stop. My aunt scolded, "Have you seen enough? If you keep looking, I'll tape your eyes shut so you won't look so disrespectfully!" I came to my senses. Hehe, Auntie, you made me dizzy. I just wanted to see your... "Was I as pretty as you when I was young?" my aunt asked. "Go home and ask your dad, he'll know soon enough." She smiled and said, "Look around, is there anyone prettier than your aunt?" I replied, "My dear aunt, you should only tell your nephew, don't tell anyone else, it's too embarrassing!" I said jokingly. My aunt jokingly sat on me, "Little brat, daring to tease your aunt? Come on, give your aunt a kiss!" At this point, the atmosphere was actually very harmonious. I tilted my head and said, "Absolutely not!" My aunt firmly cupped my face and said, "Hurry up, you dare to disobey me!" I saw my aunt's white, rabbit-like breasts swaying under her nightgown again, and I felt a little... Bewildered, I realized my aunt wanted me to kiss her cheek. She continued tilting her head, begging for a kiss. I turned and kissed her red lips, just once, in a second. My aunt's face immediately turned red, and she playfully slapped me. "You naughty boy, daring to steal a kiss from me!" I was actually quite flustered. To maintain a harmonious atmosphere, I joked, "You asked me to kiss you, didn't you?" My aunt blushed and said, "I asked you to kiss my cheek, not my lips." I said, "Isn't it the same? It's my first kiss, I don't care." My aunt looked especially beautiful then, and continued to hug my neck, saying, "I have a question for you, tell me the truth." I said, "Of course."

This weekend, my relationship with my aunt was unusually harmonious for the first time, and I felt less self-conscious about what I wore at home. In the mornings, I often went to the bathroom in my underwear, just like when I first arrived, and my aunt often wore her nightgown at home. There wasn't much awkwardness between us; of course, this was a tacit understanding between family members. I never went back to that job; my work commitment officially failed. Other students who were working summer jobs felt the same way. Finding a job in freshman year was actually quite difficult. Tutoring jobs didn't seem to hire freshmen; you could only find menial work. One of my roommates called me that day, suggesting we get together. This made me ecstatic; I'd spent a whole month at home... Suddenly, my buddies came to visit, and I was overjoyed. Most of my roommates were working in Jinan, and they were all there that day. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the lively conversation, I suddenly realized I was already quite drunk. We drank at the night market until after 10 p.m. Actually, I can't hold my liquor, but that day, I was so happy that I started to stagger. My aunt kept calling, and finally, she got angry and said sternly on the phone, "If you don't come back soon, I'm calling your mother. I can't handle it; let your mother handle it." Hearing this, I could only stagger back home. When I got home, I sat down on the sofa. My aunt asked me how much I had drunk, and I said I didn't know, I forgot. My aunt was indeed very angry and asked me, "What's going on with you? How am I going to explain this to your mother?" My aunt stood to the side with her arms crossed. I waved my hand and said it was okay, we're all classmates. My aunt said to wash up and go to bed. I said I didn't want to wash up, I wanted to go to bed. My aunt said, "Don't be so disgusting, you're covered in sweat." I was really drunk. I said, "Then wash me." My aunt didn't say anything, she went to get a towel and wiped her down like I used to when she was sick. She filled a basin with water, soaked the towel and wiped me down. When she was wiping my chest, I suddenly felt something cool and sobered up a bit. I quickly said to my aunt, "No need, no need." My aunt said, "Hurry up, look how drunk you are." I said, "What do you mean I'm like? I'm perfectly sober." As I was talking, I vaguely pulled my aunt into my arms.

My aunt said, "Let go of me. Look at your breath, it reeks of alcohol. If you turn around, I won't tell your mom. You learned to drink after a year of college." I said, "Do I need to learn to drink? I learned in middle school," I said nonchalantly. My aunt said, "Look at your face, it looks like a monkey's butt. It reeks of alcohol, it's disgusting." I said, "What's disgusting about it?" Actually, at that moment I was really intoxicated by the alcohol, I couldn't tell if I was drunk or not. My aunt wrinkled her nose, and I picked her up and kissed her for several seconds. My aunt was also bewitched by my actions at that moment. She didn't resist, you could even say she was a little intoxicated. Of course, maybe it was just my feeling. After several seconds, we were both very sober. My aunt said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late." I got up awkwardly and went back to my room, unable to calm down for a long time. My aunt next door probably wasn't asleep either. I told myself clearly, "You're drunk, it's okay." In a daze, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up at ten o'clock. I found myself still reeking of alcohol, as if it had seeped into my bloodstream. My head felt incredibly heavy. My aunt had gone to work early and sent me a message saying there was milk, so I should drink some myself. She also said things like, "You bad guy, you dared to molest your aunt last night!" Only then did I remember what had happened the night before. It felt like a dream. I asked myself if it was real. I couldn't believe it because I couldn't remember what I had done. But seeing my aunt's message, I had to believe it. Suddenly, I felt ashamed and even wanted to pack my things and run away from home. Suddenly, I felt ridiculous. I figured I was just drunk, so I gave myself a plausible excuse. The reason was that I ate a rather boring meal, turned on the computer, and started playing games. I sat in front of the computer all day. When my aunt came home from get off work in the afternoon, I still felt a little embarrassed, but it disappeared in an instant. My aunt said in a teasing tone, "What's wrong? Not going to drink? Go ahead and drink, you look so all red and swollen from drinking!" I immediately became cheeky and said, "Oh, it's just a little wine, is it really that big of a deal, Auntie?" My aunt said, "Don't give me that! You were so drunk last night that you molested me!" To cover up my embarrassment, I could only continue to smile and say, "No way, my dear auntie!" My aunt also felt that she couldn't continue, so she told me seriously, "Okay, you're not allowed to drink like that again. If you drink again, I'll really tell your mother." I nodded in agreement.

Seventeen. My relationship with my aunt grew closer day by day. I spent the hot summer in Jinan at home, while my aunt went to work. Our relationship became very harmonious. Occasionally, during breaks from work, my aunt would send me a text message to ask what I was doing, usually in a humorous tone. I would reply with a very humorous tone in return. After work, we spent our time in an even more cheerful atmosphere. My aunt would cook in the kitchen, and after dinner, we would watch TV on the sofa. Occasionally, my aunt would ask me to hug her, and I was no longer as reserved as before. Under the same roof, in the sweltering summer heat, we inevitably bumped into each other wearing light clothing, but we no longer felt awkward. We would often joke around, like "You're showing too much skin," and sometimes we would talk about sensitive topics, as if there was a hint of flirtation in our familial relationship, but we still maintained a fairly rational attitude, even though we were no longer used to being apart for more than a day.

At that time, I still firmly believed that this was a close and intimate familial bond.

My Aunt's Story, Episode 18: It was almost the end of July, and the weather in Jinan was still scorching. My aunt's company had selected three employees to go on a trip to Hangzhou because of their outstanding performance that month, and my aunt was one of them. If she brought a relative, she only needed to pay 800 yuan, and the company would cover the rest—much cheaper than going with a tour group. My aunt asked if I wanted to go, and I said I didn't have any money. I'd spent the whole summer playing and hadn't earned any. I suggested she go with her soldier brother, but when she called him, he said he had to go back to school to protect the campus. Then my aunt had a huge argument with me, slamming the phone on the bed. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe. That evening, my aunt said to me, "You should go too. I'll give you the money." I joked, "I can't let you give me charity. I eat your food, stay at your place, and now I have to ask you for money for the trip?" I asked my mom for money, but my aunt said irritably, "What do you mean, 'ask for money'? I told you to go, so you go? Why make such a fuss? Pack your things tomorrow, get ready to leave." I made an exaggerated expression and tacitly agreed.

The other two people at my aunt's company were a man and a woman, each with their partner. My aunt was the only one with her nephew. At first, people thought I was her brother, but later they found out I was her nephew. My aunt was in a bad mood before boarding the plane, which I completely understand. Everyone else was in pairs, while she was all alone. In reality, my presence didn't alleviate her loneliness; it only made her appear solitary. Since we weren't in a tour group, we had more freedom. It was a week anyway. After a two-hour flight, we arrived in Hangzhou. After getting off the plane, we boarded a bus to West Lake. My aunt and I sat next to each other. She was wearing large sunglasses and quietly looking out the window. From the moment she boarded the plane... She barely spoke, which made me feel quite uncomfortable. I gently asked my aunt what was wrong, and she said nothing. I said, "Is it because of the argument? Don't take it so seriously. Since we're out having fun, why not have fun in a good mood? It's not like we're just out for the first time." After I finished speaking, my aunt turned to look at me, smiled slightly, and said, "You can even comfort people now." Seeing my aunt smile, I happily said, "Of course! I might not be able to do that for others, but I can certainly do it for my aunt!" As I spoke, I tugged at my aunt's hand and shook it. Perhaps because I looked so obedient, my aunt laughed even more, and my previous gloom instantly vanished. My aunt pulled her hand away and gently tapped my forehead with her index finger, saying, "My good boy, with you by my side, how can I be unhappy?"

The car ride took about two hours, so my aunt quickly got tired and soon fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I secretly observed my aunt, wondering whether it was right or wrong for such a beautiful and sensitive girl like her to choose a soldier as her boyfriend. Only my aunt herself could figure it out.

Episode 19 of "My Aunt's Adventures": We arrived at West Lake around 7 PM, but it wasn't dark yet. After getting off the bus, we immediately looked for a hotel. The two couples had booked standard double rooms, while my aunt and I wanted to each have a single room. However, the hotel said they didn't have any. I suggested we go somewhere else, but my aunt's colleague, who was already very tired, said, "Since you're mother and daughter, just get a double room; you won't be sharing a bed." I felt a little embarrassed, but my aunt said, "Okay, then." The hotel room was quite clean. My aunt, being a woman, couldn't withstand the fatigue of the journey and immediately collapsed onto the bed. I, on the other hand, didn't seem that tired. Arriving in Hangzhou, for someone who had never traveled far before, filled me with uncontrollable excitement. Most importantly, Hangzhou had always been a place I longed to visit. It has Wansong Academy, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Su Xiaoxiao, Xin Qiji, Yue Fei and Qin Hui, and so on—culture, love, literature, legends, backpackers from the north, and the local, petite, and beautiful women of Jiangnan… Everything here was a dreamlike paradise that I had longed for countless times in my books, in my heart, and in my mind.

I opened the window, and West Lake was indeed a very beautiful place. In the evening, the sky over West Lake was still a deep green, like another West Lake reflected in the sky.

There was no horizon here, and it was surrounded by mountains on all sides. Under the approaching night, the sky seemed about to kiss the earth... My aunt and I took showers separately, and the other two couples came over to invite us to go out for dinner. The streets were still full of tourists at night. Since we were in Hangzhou, they all suggested trying West Lake's specialty snack, thousand-layer beef vermicelli. Actually, I had eaten enough vermicelli and rice noodles at school, so I wasn't very interested in that, but I could only go along with them. After dinner, the other two couples were quite interested in walking around, but my aunt was probably still in a bad mood and said she was tired and wanted to go back. I was also very excited, so I had no choice but to go back with her.

Episode 20 of "Things with My Aunt": I was suddenly woken up by a noise this morning. Listening closely, I realized it was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Seeing that my aunt wasn't in bed, I knew she had gone to take a shower. I never sleep well in a new place, so I turned on the TV and watched some really bad dramas. Just then, my aunt came out. She hadn't expected me to wake up so early; she went in wearing only her underwear and came out still wearing that. She was drying her hair as she came out when she realized I was awake and staring at her. A moment of awkwardness ensued. The bright colors on her clothes were very stimulating to me, especially since it was morning, and for a young boy, certain parts of his body are most active in the morning. Luckily, she was covered by a blanket. My aunt also felt embarrassed, so she grabbed a towel and... I wrapped myself up and turned my head back to watch TV. The air was somewhat quiet. To break the silence, I joked, "Don't go swimming anymore, or you might get harassed by hooligans!" My aunt chuckled and said, "Why would I need to harass you at the swimming pool? There's a handsome guy around all the time who would be harassing me, even on the bus, haha..." I suddenly realized my aunt was talking about me, but I no longer felt shy. I wanted to tickle her, but when I lifted the blanket, I realized some parts of me were still erect. I quickly covered myself up, and my aunt saw everything. In episode 21 of "Those Things About My Aunt," my aunt said, "The young man's exposed!" I chuckled and said, "You got lucky!" My aunt picked up a pillow and pretended... The accusation was thrown at me. Kids, why are you making such a fuss? I also begged for forgiveness, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong!" Things calmed down again. There weren't many programs on TV, so I asked my aunt if she wanted to sleep a little longer. She said her hair wasn't dry yet. I said I'd lie down for a bit. She took the remote. Just as I lay down, I suddenly heard a banging sound from next door. It started slowly, then gradually quickened, and some intermittent, low moans reached my ears. I'd heard this sound before at my aunt's house, and hearing it again made my heart race. I secretly glanced at my aunt; her face was a little red. I couldn't tell if it was from taking a shower or from hearing this. I didn't know. I turned the TV up really loud, but it still couldn't drown out the sound of the impact. A feeling of tension and inexplicable excitement I'd never experienced before reached my ears. I reached down and grabbed my crotch… My aunt said, "What are you doing?" I suddenly stopped, unsure what to do. My aunt, wrapped in a towel, ran over and lay down beside my bed, saying, "Let's talk. The neighbors are so annoying." I turned around and saw my aunt's face was flushed. She said, "What's annoying?" and gave me a mischievous smile. My aunt looked exceptionally beautiful then, absolutely charming in certain places. Years later, when I held someone else's crotch and did whatever I wanted, I didn't feel the same way. In episode 22 of "Those Things About My Aunt," I could only describe my feelings as "agony." I

could tell my aunt was also nervous, so we remained silent, or perhaps we were both trying to find something to break the awkward silence. My aunt probably didn't know what to say either, so she got up and went to the balcony, leaning against the railing to look at the colorful night view of West Lake.

I was bored too, so I casually copied a page from a West Lake tourist guide and started reading.

The two couples who came with my aunt, I don't know if they were too excited to be in Hangzhou or if they were treating this trip like a honeymoon, but the soundproofing in this hotel is really terrible. The room to my left has quieted down, I can hear the running water and laughter coming from the bathroom.

But the battle has started again in the room to my right, and it sounds even more intense than the couple in the room to my left. It seems like their bed is right next to the wall, I can feel the wall vibrating. I pulled the blanket over my head, but the moaning was even clearer. The more I tried not to listen, the clearer it became, my god! I definitely have to change rooms tomorrow. My aunt is okay, but I'm like a volcano with high blood pressure, I'm afraid I might erupt and burn her. Thinking of my aunt's figure, her expression, her gracefulness, her charm... my lower body is aroused again. Thinking of this, I slapped myself hard to control my emotions.

Suddenly, I felt suffocated. I yanked off the covers, gasping for breath. My aunt was still on the balcony enjoying the night view. I could see her silhouette from the bed; she had changed into her pajamas. Her mature figure looked even more alluring from that short distance of 5-6 meters, her firm buttocks hidden beneath the white gauze nightgown… I tried to control my thoughts. My aunt was so beautiful. Not only did she have such a perfect figure, but her heart was also so kind and beautiful. I hated why she was my aunt, and why her older sister was my mother.

Just then, the sound of running water from the bathroom next door gradually subsided, but suddenly an even more violent "slap slap" sound rang out again. Damn it! This was a nightmare. I got up and went to the balcony. My aunt was resting her chin on her hand, seemingly deep in thought, unaware that I was standing right behind her. Suddenly, I had a mischievous idea to scare her. I reached behind her and grabbed her, pretending to push her off. My aunt screamed, "Ahhh!" and instinctively turned her head. Because I was holding her from behind, her turn resulted in her wet, soft lips pressing against mine. She turned her head away, saying, "What are you doing? You scared me to death! Let go!" I was still dazed and intoxicated by the "kiss" and didn't let go. But my lower body was already pressed tightly against my aunt's buttocks, and my unruly little brother was acting up again, suddenly becoming erect. My aunt felt it clearly, letting out a soft moan. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and pushed me away, yelling, "You little rascal, are you trying to kill me? You scared your aunt to death!" I suddenly woke up, feeling extremely embarrassed about my prank, and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

In episode 23 of "My Aunt's Stories," my aunt, realizing her earlier lapse in composure, quickly changed the subject. "Look," she said, "the night view of West Lake is so beautiful!" I leaned against the railing with her, watching the night scene together. The distant lights twinkled like stars, connecting with the starry sky above and merging with the lights reflected in West Lake below, creating a sea of stars. My aunt said, "Close your eyes, face the wind, and listen to the stars' conversation." I closed my eyes like her, and a gentle breeze brushed past my ears, cool and comforting. A feeling of overflowing happiness welled up inside me. I asked her, "Do you think Rose and Jack, standing on the bow of the Titanic, felt the same way?" My aunt said, "Yes, it's so beautiful and romantic."

I said, "Rose's arms are outstretched, like she's flying." My aunt closed her eyes, opened her arms, and breathed in the wind. She said, "Yes, it feels so beautiful, but it seems like something's missing."

I cautiously told my aunt that in the movie, Jack was holding Rose. My aunt remained motionless and silent, still in her flying pose. I said, "Then I'll be Jack, and you'll be Rose." My aunt agreed. So I walked behind her, gently embracing her slender waist. We breathed in the fresh air together, sharing the beautiful night. We closed our eyes, and it felt as if we were standing on the bow of the Titanic, with surging waves beneath our feet and seagulls flying all around us… …We stayed like that for a long time. I wished we could stay like that forever, always this close.

My aunt, still with her eyes closed, sighed and said, "Jack and Rose didn't end up together. It's a tragedy."

I was suddenly speechless, unsure how to respond to her words.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I think I must have fallen in love with my aunt, but it's clearly hopeless. My aunt was asleep, her pajamas lightly wrapped around her body. Suddenly, a feeling welled up inside me. I turned on the lamp and wrote a poem, "Ma Liang's Magic Brush": Ma Liang's Magic Brush How I long to have Ma Liang's magic brush to paint a beautiful young girl. I imagine she must be fair and delicate, perhaps with cascading black hair, or with an elegantly tied-up beard and high bun. Her eyes, bright and clear, are serene and beautiful, her delicate eyebrows shyly concealed. How I long to lean against her, her waist gently swaying. In her gauze skirt, she danced a flowing, graceful dance. I, like Ma Liang before a painting, was most able to express the beauty of a poem flowing from my brush, a poem about a beautiful night with her. I finished writing it, and my aunt suddenly turned over and went back to sleep. I got up, pushed the blanket to the corner of the bed, and covered her up again. I folded the poem into a paper crane and placed it beside her face. I turned off the lamp, and listening to my aunt's soft breathing, I slowly fell asleep. In my dream, my aunt wore a pure white wedding dress, dressed as a beautiful bride. (Episode 24 of "Those Things About My Aunt") The next morning, my aunt woke up earlier than me. "Hey! Jack, Rose is already up! You're still lying in bed! Be careful, your aunt will expose you!" I felt that the poem I wrote last night shouldn't have been placed on my aunt's pillow. Getting up, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and eating breakfast, my heart was pounding. But my aunt seemed not to have seen the poem; she just seemed more radiant than usual.

I decided not to think about it anymore. Oh well! So what if it's embarrassing? It's just my aunt and nephew, no big deal.

Since this trip was specifically to Hangzhou, we had plenty of time. After a quick pack, I set off with my aunt's colleague from next door. The hotel was actually quite a distance from West Lake, but thankfully there was a direct bus stop right in front of the hotel.

At night, it didn't seem like much, but during the day, West Lake revealed its extraordinary beauty. To me, West Lake is a misty pool of clear water, a piece of translucent jade, a graceful love poem, a portrait of a woman from Jiangnan. She is always surrounded by so many fragrances and beauties, some strong, some subtle, just like my aunt—emerald green, clear and pure, gentle and beautiful.

Before, my understanding of West Lake from books, television, and poetry seemed far removed from the real West Lake; it only described its beauty, but not its spirit.

Before approaching her, I was filled with trepidation, nervousness, and anxiety, as if I were about to meet a beautiful young woman I had long admired, someone I had only heard of for her captivating charm, her talent and beauty, her delicate and tender nature, but had never actually met her.

Not far from West Lake, a dozen or so small bridges connect the surrounding area, and a narrow road gently winds its way across them like a green ribbon.

The car we were in undulated along this ribbon, each bridge we crossed feeling like a series of small waves we were leaping over on a floating board.

My aunt and I sat side-by-side in the last row. She looked a little pale. I asked her what was wrong, if she wasn't feeling well. She supported her forehead with her hand, her eyebrows furrowed. Perhaps the car had been bobbing up and down for too long; I was feeling dizzy. I took her hand, patted her back, and told her not to look out the window, as it would only make her dizzier.

My aunt closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. I asked if she was feeling better. She nodded weakly.

I held her in my right arm. Seeing that she was feeling better, I looked out the window at the West Lake with relief. We were almost there, but I felt uneasy. I didn't know how to meet her, just as I didn't know how to continue our relationship. The lush trees along the lake were interwoven in a neat and orderly fashion, like a green gauze skirt on the beautiful West Lake. Only the shimmering light reflected from the lake surface filtered through the leaves. It seemed that the shy West Lake wasn't willing to reveal herself to me all at once.

The final stop was on the north bank of West Lake. After getting off the bus, I bought a bottle of mineral water for my aunt. I told her colleague, "You guys go ahead. My aunt is carsick. She'll rest for a bit and then catch up with you." Her colleague saw that my aunt was alright and said, "We'll contact you by phone later. We're going now. Take good care of your aunt."

My aunt drank a few sips of water, looked at the green hills surrounding West Lake, and felt better. Her cheeks regained their former rosy glow. "Come on, son, help your aunt up!" I said, "Okay!" I stretched out my big hand and pulled my aunt up. My aunt giggled, "You're quite strong, young man! Your aunt is sick now, and you'll have to take care of the wounded later." I asked, "How will you take care of me?" My aunt said seriously, "Carry me on your back."

I said, "Okay, I'll carry you on my back today. When you see your soldier brother later, you have to return him to me and make him carry me around a few laps too." My aunt said, "Okay, you decide. I'm just thinking of teaching that rascal a lesson."

Because I carefully read the illustrated West Lake scenic spot guide last night, I had a basic understanding of West Lake. I told my aunt, "What we're standing on is Su Causeway." My aunt asked, "Su Causeway seems very important. Was it built under the direction of Su Dongpo?" I said, "Yes, Su Shi was not only an accomplished official, but also a genius of his time."

I felt it was time to showcase my talent, so I couldn't help but boast to my aunt that Su Shi was once captivated by the exquisite beauty of West Lake. His poem

, "Drinking on the Lake After Rain,

" describes West Lake as possessing a graceful and gentle beauty. Like Xi Shi

, West Lake has a natural beauty, needing no embellishment; even the subtle charm revealed is enough to make one's soul flutter. Whether heavily made up or lightly painted, it is always graceful and charming; whether in sunshine or rain, in the morning flowers or evening moon, it is incomparably beautiful and enchanting.

My aunt exclaimed, "Wow! I never knew my nephew had such literary talent! He speaks eloquently!

"

I chuckled and said, "Auntie, if West Lake were a woman, she'd be just as beautiful and charming as you." Auntie said, "Well done, young man, you even noticed that."

I thought to myself, "Auntie's really not modest."

After resting for a while at Jia Gong Pavilion and taking a photo, I said, "Auntie, look, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the water is rippling, the lake and mountains are all within sight. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live here?" Auntie said, "Then you should study hard, learn some real skills and work hard, earn lots of money in the future, buy a villa here, oh, and then your auntie can move into your villa and enjoy a life of leisure."

I said, "I don't mind if you move in, but where will you put your soldier brother?" Auntie scolded, "Go away, you brat! You keep talking about soldier brothers, what do you know? I can live just fine without him."

I said, "Yes, yes, I was wrong. The soldier brother is yours, I won't mention it again."

Auntie seemed to suddenly become a little downcast, and said softly, "Don't mention it."

Before me lay a pond half-filled with pink lotus leaves and a pool of green lotus blossoms, with a few small boats gliding back and forth. A poem welled up in my heart: "The West Lake in June is truly unique, its scenery unlike any other season. The lotus leaves stretch endlessly to the sky, a boundless expanse of green, while the lotus blossoms, bathed in

sunlight, are a vibrant red." Auntie, look at this expanse of lotus leaves meeting the vast blue sky. The bright sunshine and the dazzling red lotus blossoms complement each other beautifully. The West Lake's beauty is revealed here in a more radiant and vibrant way, breathtakingly beautiful! Yang Wanli's "Leaving Jingci Temple at Dawn to See Lin Zifang Off" is the perfect verse to capture the essence of West Lake in midsummer.

Unexpectedly, my aunt then softly recited: "Layered lakes and overlapping peaks, clear and beautiful, with osmanthus blossoms in autumn and lotus flowers stretching for miles."

"The Qiang flute plays in the clear weather, the water chestnut song floats on the night, the fisherman and lotus-picking girls laugh and play," I said. This is Liu Yong's poem "Looking at the Tide," Auntie, you've memorized it too? Auntie laughed and said, "Yes, you're allowed to recite poems, but I can't sing lyrics?" She continued, "This is the second half of the poem. Liu Yong vividly depicts the scenery of West Lake: the overlapping mountains, the glistening osmanthus blossoms on the branches, the lotus leaves in the lake, the white-haired fisherman playing the Qiang flute, the lotus-picking girls singing water chestnut songs… West Lake is thus portrayed as round as a precious mirror, reflecting purity and stillness, while also…" While retaining its cheerful and bright spirit, its charm and atmosphere have already left a subtle sense of freshness and leisure in the hearts of visitors.

At this point, my aunt seemed to be completely absorbed in the scene and atmosphere. I was quite surprised; it turned out she had such a deep understanding of classical literature. I suddenly realized I couldn't be careless and let her catch me off guard.

I needed to carefully consider whether my recitation of poems was appropriate.

My aunt seemed to have more to say, murmuring, "In fact, West Lake has both serene beauty and melancholy: 'Day after day I pass West Lake, its cold waters soaking the jade-like lake.

Though the mountain scenery is said to be picturesque, it's hard to capture in a painting.

The sounds of music and bells, sometimes broken, sometimes continued.

The lotus blossoms bloom in succession, and several small boats race by.'

'Beyond the mountains, green hills rise; beyond the buildings, more buildings stand. When will the songs and dances of West Lake cease? The warm breeze intoxicates the visitors, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou.'" "

Expanding the land to drink from the Yellow Springs, their ambitions should be fulfilled, yet the mud-covered soldiers still wet the Chiang Kai-shek Temple; crying out to heaven for the iron statue, this injustice remains unavenged, the stone horse often weeps at Zhaoling."

Xin Qiji's "Good Things abound," Lin Sheng's "Written at Lin'an Inn," and Zhang Dai's elegiac couplet commemorating Yue Fei, a famous general who resisted the Jin dynasty during the Song dynasty, all briefly or not mention the scenery of West Lake, shifting their focus from West Lake to a sense of concern for the world, a deep indignation at the weak Southern Song rulers' confinement to a corner of the country. West Lake is thus imbued with profound patriotic sentiment, endowed with the iron will and unyielding spirit of patriots.

I think West Lake is a beautiful woman, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, don't you think? I suddenly feel a little speechless. My aunt's literary skills are truly remarkable, and for the first time, I feel her gentleness... Beyond its outward beauty, it also possesses a unique strength and boldness.

I changed the subject, saying, "Auntie, in my opinion, only love truly embodies the unique essence of West Lake, with its subtle tenderness and poignant sadness." My aunt agreed, saying, "

Oh, that's Xiling Bridge up ahead, isn't it? Come on, let's go take a look." She then grabbed my hand and ran forward.

Standing on Xiling Bridge, the Mu Cai Pavilion, just a few meters away, was nestled beside it. I told my aunt, "The Mu Cai Pavilion is in memory of Su Xiaoxiao, isn't it?" Instead of answering, my aunt asked, "Su Xiaoxiao was very pitiful, wasn't she?" I said, "Su Xiaoxiao was a famous courtesan from Qiantang during the Southern Qi Dynasty, according to legend..." That was her grave.

I continued, telling her that she was a woman truly nurtured by the milk of West Lake, with a face like a painting, and unparalleled beauty; Su Xiaoxiao was naturally quiet and intelligent, with graceful and elegant manners; she was poised and generous, always traveling in a luxurious carriage; she often played the zither in pavilions or danced on illuminated pleasure boats.

My aunt asked, "Who was the person Su Xiaoxiao was waiting for? Who was so heartless, refusing to come see her even until her death?"

I told my aunt that the person was the son of the Prime Minister, named Ruan Yu. From their initial love at first sight to their love of music, chess, poetry, and wine on the pleasure boat, from their mutual appreciation to their secret vows of eternal love. Throughout his life, he couldn't break free from the shackles of feudal social hierarchy. When Ruan Yu returned home, he told his father, the prime minister, that he wanted to marry Su Xiaoxiao, a famous courtesan from Jiangnan who only sold her art, not her body . His father was furious, scolding his son, "You brat, don't you want to be an official anymore? Do you want to be like that brothel-dwelling Liu Yong? Do you want to utterly disgrace me?" "

And what happened?" my aunt asked. I said there was no result.

My aunt suddenly became angry, saying, "How could he say that? Since he couldn't marry Xiaoxiao, he should have sent a message instead of making her wait like this. "

I continued, "I ride in an oil-painted carriage, my lover rides a fine horse.

Where shall we pledge our hearts? Beneath the pines and cypresses of Xiling."

In the end, Su Xiaoxiao died in lonely sorrow and desolation. She ultimately failed to fulfill her wish of spending her life with him.

"The orchid in the dew, like weeping eyes.

Nothing can bind our hearts together, fireworks cannot be cut.

Grass like a carpet, pines like a canopy, wind as a garment, water as a pendant.

An oil-painted carriage, awaiting you at dusk. "

"The cold green candle, its light faded.

Beneath the Western Hills, wind and rain blew."

The brilliant poet Li He, in his tragic poem "The Tomb of Su Xiaoxiao," poured out Su Xiaoxiao's endless longing and profound sorrow for Ruan Yu! Later generations admired her talent and character, recalling their tragic love story, and built the "Pavilion of Admiring Talent" beside the thatched cottage by the lake where Su Xiaoxiao waited for Ruan Yu.

Hearing this, my aunt was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Do you think he's worth waiting for?" I didn't know how to answer. I knew my aunt was talking about her soldier brother, and I knew her sorrow. Her love was so difficult, and I couldn't help but feel resentment towards her soldier brother.

My aunt's small hand remained firmly in mine, warm and soft. She let me hold her hand gently and naturally, and for a moment I thought I was walking hand in hand with my lover. On the shores of West Lake, there is pure beauty, free from worldly distractions.

Walking along a tree-lined path, the Broken Bridge at the foot of Gem Hill comes into view. I pulled my aunt up to it, and after a deep breath, she seemed still lingering in her earlier sadness. She murmured, "Was this where Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen met?" I said, "Yes, they held hands like this back then!" A hint of shyness flickered in her eyes as she tried to pull her hand away, and I let her.

She seemed to be talking to herself, wondering if the Broken Bridge still held the ethereal beauty of Bai Suzhen. Her thoughts seemed to brighten again, yet a trace of melancholy lingered. I told her, "On this Broken Bridge, in that gentle rain, a silk..." Beneath the umbrella, within a small ferry boat, how did the thousand-year-long, poignant love story of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen unfold? My aunt said, "Fate brings people together from a thousand miles away," and I jokingly replied, "Fate brings people together from a thousand miles away!" My aunt pinched my waist, "Be serious! I'm your aunt, what are you thinking?" Then she giggled to herself.

My aunt seemed to be asking me, and also asking herself: Did they really meet in the springtime of West Lake in March? Was the spring rain then as light and fine as mist? Did it exude the mellow fragrance of flower petals like fine wine? Was Bai Suzhen meditating beneath Leifeng Pagoda on the northern edge of Nanping Mountain across the lake? I said, "Auntie, stop expressing your feelings. Look over there is the East Lake of West Lake, where, according to legend, Fahai..." "A bowl transformed into virtue?" My aunt said it looked more like Xu Xian's tears of longing. I said, "Yes, soldiers have almost shed that many tears!" My aunt suddenly punched me hard, it really hurt to the bone. I never thought a woman would be so savage when her sore spot was touched. "

Auntie, let me recite a poem for you." My aunt asked, "Which ancient poet's poem do you want me to recite?" I said, "Xu Zhimo's 'Leifeng Pagoda.'" My aunt happily said, "Okay, okay, I really want to hear it, I love Xu Zhimo's poems the most.

" I lowered my voice, trying to make it sound magnetic: "That poem is about the ancient tomb of Lady White Snake, / The boatman's finger points to the depths of the wild grass; / Guest, do you know the legend of West Lake, / Lady White Snake was a passionate demon.

/ Because of her passion, she suffered, / She loved a good-for-nothing Xu Xian, / Her lover; / He listened to a monk, in a moment of confusion / He took a bowl and covered his wife's true form."

/For thousands of years now, /Poor thing, she is suppressed at the bottom of Leifeng Pagoda—a dilapidated ancient pagoda, desolate, /Solemn, alone in the evening bells of Nanping! " After reciting the poem, I saw that my aunt seemed to have more to say, so I continued, saying that Xu Zhimo, in his poem "Leifeng Pagoda," recorded three such people with complex emotions: a good-for-nothing doctor, a passionate snake demon, and a "rape of an old monk" ("rape of an old monk" comes from the "lakeside poet" Wang Jingzhi).

My aunt didn't express anything about the poem, but asked me, "Do you think I'm sometimes very passionate?" I laughed and said, "I wouldn't say passionate, but you certainly resemble a snake demon!" My aunt said, "Okay, I'm a snake demon, then you're that 'old monk'!" I replied, "You say I'm an 'old monk,' then who did I 'rape'?" My aunt couldn't answer and her face turned red with anxiety.

I chuckled and said, "Auntie, let me tell you a joke." Auntie glared at me and said, "I bet you can't say anything nice." She deliberately covered her ears with her hands, refusing to listen! "I won't listen!" I reached out to grab her hands. "You have to listen, whether you want to or not! Who told you to call me an old monk? Well, I'll be an old monk for once and rape you!" Auntie shouted, "I hate you! I'm leaving, I'm not talking to you anymore!" She got up and ran away. I chased after her and just as I grabbed her back, she tripped and fell on the grass. And, unfortunately, I landed squarely on her back.

Because it was so sudden, I didn't get up immediately. The scent of her hair filled my lungs, intoxicating me. Auntie pushed me away, sat up, rubbing her knees, and said aggrievedly, "You brat, you hurt me!"

I went closer to take a look, and oh dear, my aunt's knee was really red and bruised. I didn't know what to do, and awkwardly rubbed it for her. My aunt cried out, "Ouch, don't move, it hurts so much!" So I knelt down and lifted her injured leg onto my knee, gently blowing on it. Looking at her red knee, I was so nervous that I broke out in a sweat. My aunt saw my clumsy behavior and suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh my, it seems I haven't been so good to my nephew for nothing. I didn't expect my good boy to be so filial."

Seeing that she was alright, I felt much relieved, but I was still resentful of her teasing me. So I lifted her other leg. My aunt was sitting on the ground, supporting herself with her hands behind her, and suddenly I flipped her back onto the grass. Suddenly, I saw her flesh-colored underwear under her short skirt. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly got up and turned away, too embarrassed to look again.

My aunt seemed embarrassed too, so she straightened her clothes, slowly stood up, and said to me, "Kid, your aunt's leg is temporarily on leave for rest. Now keep your promise." I asked, "What promise?" My aunt pouted, "No cheating! Carry me!" Ugh, I really regretted my boast when I got off the bus. I had no choice but to carry my aunt forward. My aunt wouldn't let me off the hook, laughing all the way, "Giddy up! Giddy up!" I was so annoyed, but thankfully, my aunt was petite and slender, with curves in all her right places. She wasn't heavy or cuddly on my back, and carrying such a beautiful woman attracted envious glances from passersby—it was quite a treat.

After walking for a few minutes, my aunt still felt sorry for me. "Alright, alright, that's enough for now. Even though your aunt is injured, you still need to take care of your nephew. I'll get off and walk myself." I immediately said okay. My aunt tugged my ear, "You really don't stand on ceremony with your aunt!" I said, "This is what your soldier brother owes me. Put it on his tab."

My aunt rolled her eyes at me, "How annoying!" Then she offered her arm to help me walk.

I said, "Okay, this is easy!" We bought tickets and boarded the pleasure boat moored by the winding bridge. My aunt and I sat on the wooden seats on the upper deck of the boat. The wind on West Lake was damp and cool. As the boat moved, the water flowed slowly beneath it, leaving a trail of ripples on the still surface, like the whisk held by a Taoist priest from Laoshan.

Before we knew it, we had reached the center of the lake. My aunt pointed to three pagodas protruding from the water not far from the side of the boat, "Look! Three Pools Mirroring the Moon!" (One of the three islands in the lake, with three terraces in the middle; this refers to the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon, also known as Three Terraces Reflecting the Moon.

) The three pagodas emerged from the water like three white agates set in a mirror, shimmering and sparkling with the ripples and waves.

I said it's only beautiful when the moon is full, and under its glow, the five moons gather in a beautiful scene.

My aunt said, "Then next time we come, let's come when the moon is full." After saying that, she stood up, leaning on the wooden pillar of the pavilion. She carefully touched the carved flowers and feathers, the light silk curtains and gauze, like a dancer from ancient times. My aunt is so beautiful. Every time I quietly observe her, I am always captivated. I can't help but wonder if this is a painted boat from the Song Dynasty? How many beautiful women and courtesans have graced this painted boat? Do their souls still linger here, unwilling to leave? Is my beautiful aunt the reincarnation of Su Xiaoxiao? Looking around, I see the vast expanse of West Lake, its waters hazy and misty. The willows on the shore sway in the wind, and the misty clouds cast a hazy veil over West Lake, also inexplicably staining my heart with a faint melancholy.

My aunt seemed still lost in the beauty of the scenery inside and outside the painted boat. To me, she resembled a beautiful young woman from Jiangnan, with a slender waist, leaning against the boat pillar, her eyebrows delicate, a slight smile on her face. Suddenly, she held a sachet of lotus flowers in her hand, her slender fingers playing with a handful of lotus seeds. I couldn't help but recall a poem: "The boat moves, the lake shimmers in the autumn light, I'm so captivated by the youthful spirit that I let the boat drift by.

For no reason, I toss lotus seeds across the water, and when others see me, I feel ashamed for half a day."

Could Huangfu Song's "Picking Lotus Seeds" have been written for this moment, a thousand years later—for my aunt before me? So evocative, so divine, so exquisite.

I picked up my camera and took a picture of her. I didn't ask her to pose; her natural beauty needed no affectation like ordinary people. A casual smile was enough to capture a timeless beauty.

The painted boat docked at the foot of Phoenix Mountain on the southern edge of West Lake. I helped my aunt off the boat and told her that this was Wansong Academy. The Wansong Academy complex, with its ancient and simple architecture, winds its way up Wansong Ridge. It was the largest, longest-lasting, and most influential gathering place for literati in Hangzhou during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Statues of great Ming and Qing scholars such as Wang Yangming and Qi Zhaonan stand here, and they once lectured here. Yuan Mei, the "Poet of Suiyuan" who lived a life of "plum blossoms as his wife and cranes as his children," also studied here (I studied Chinese literature, so I had some knowledge of these literary things and showed off a bit to my aunt).

My aunt said, "I'm not interested in these ancient people. Let's go somewhere else. It's too tiring to go up there; my legs hurt so much!" I told my aunt that the beautiful legend of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, "studying together for three years, sleeping on the same bed without realizing it, when thunder struck and their coffins split open, transforming into butterflies," took place here. I didn't care, but my aunt, at your age, don't you want to go up and draw a peach blossom fortune stick? My aunt pretended to be doing business. "Am I that old?" she said. "Look at your cheeky face. If you don't watch your mouth, you'll never find a wife and will be a bachelor for life." I chuckled and said, "I don't need to find a wife. I'm satisfied with being able to play with you every day. Besides, if I found a wife, would I still be able to travel a thousand miles to meet you like this?" My aunt flicked my nose with her fingertip and said, "If you keep acting so disrespectfully, I'll send you to my older sister to be properly disciplined." I said, "No, please! I'm scared, okay? Let's go up and take a look." My aunt said, "Okay, these steps are so high, don't carry me on your back, just pull me up." I took my aunt's hand and walked up the long stone steps step by step. My aunt said, "Let's look for Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai first." We went straight to the "Lecture Platform" at the highest point of the academy. To the right, there was a stone-carved path winding northeast, hidden among the lush green pines. Dozens of feet away, there was a reclining cloud stone. The West Lake scenic spot guide I read last night was definitely worth it. This place played a decisive role. I could always tell my aunt many stories and legends at just the right time. I told my aunt that this was the place where Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai often came to recite books and play.

My aunt's eyes lit up, and the weariness on her face vanished. I helped her climb the Woyun Stone to rest. Pairs of butterflies fluttered among the flowers and grasses, chasing and brushing against each other. Looking at them, my aunt said, "Are these butterflies dancing a tragic dance for Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? Are they their beautiful reincarnations through countless lifetimes?" I replied, "These butterflies have come here to tell us that poignant and beautiful love story.

When Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai were tired from studying, they often stood here to admire the beautiful scenery of West Lake below. They would often sneak out of class to play together by the lake.

" My aunt asked, "In that era, weren't they afraid of the constraints of scholarly etiquette? Weren't they afraid of the strange looks from passersby?" I said, "They disregarded all of that." My aunt asked why, and I answered, "They loved each other."

A deep sadness seemed to creep into my aunt's expression. I didn't know what she was thinking then; perhaps she was confused, or perhaps lost, heartbroken for her and the soldier, or saddened by something else entirely. I had no idea.

My aunt held my hand tightly and wouldn't let go.

I, on the other hand, gazed at West Lake below the mountain, but I couldn't see far. The lush foliage almost completely blocked my view. I stood on tiptoe, and now I could see through the pine needles. West Lake now presented a languid sleeping posture, like a sleepy girl, drifting off to sleep with a silk quilt. The contours of her jade-like body were even more alluring, and my mind wandered.

I said to my aunt, "Let's go down the mountain." She asked, "Why are we going down so soon?" I said mysteriously, "Look at West Lake, doesn't it look like a beautiful woman sleeping naked? I want to touch her, to kiss her hard!" My aunt said, "Why such a comparison? Have you seen a beautiful woman sleeping naked, or have you seen a beautiful woman sleeping naked? What are you thinking about at such a young age? Look at your wicked face! Luckily it's me; if someone didn't know you, they'd immediately reach for their phone. I asked them, 'Why are you reaching for your phone instead of running away?'" My aunt covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, "To call 110!" My aunt's smile was simply too beautiful. I wondered if I was Liang Shanbo, but I had no doubt that my aunt was the beautiful Zhu Yingtai. Every gesture of hers exuded a touch of youthful awkwardness and shyness, like a woman finally emerging after much anticipation. Her captivating charm and allure made my heart flutter.

We joked around, and I found it so easy and wonderful to be with Yi Jiang. We walked down the mountain to the station by West Lake. My aunt looked at West Lake, her eyes fixed on the green mountains and trees around it, and said softly, "West Lake is not rich enough if you add one less stroke, and it loses its clarity if you add one more stroke." I replied, "Auntie, guess what you are like in my eyes?" My aunt said she didn't know, so I said you are like a West Lake in my heart. She didn't say anything. I said, "Auntie, let me recite a poem for you." She said, "Okay." So I softly recited the poem "Lakeside Residence" by Li Huanyi: "I have traversed life's journey, / I came to the lakeside residence as promised, / West Lake in the misty rain, / Like a hazy poem, / And like a hazy love.

/ Gentle, nourishing, melancholic… / A cup of Longjing tea, fragrant, elegant, / Is the rare essence of West Lake… / West Lake, who says you are a beauty past your prime? / Your natural beauty, has washed away the makeup, / Bright eyes and white teeth, are even more graceful, / Stepping out of history… Ah, / Like a lotus emerging from clear water, / Standing tall and elegant without rouge."

"A misty drizzle.

/ In the heart of the lake, sparse lights stir ripples.

/ Beautiful in a hazy way, but not lost in the mist.

/ Half-awake, half-asleep, as if whispering secrets."

"At this moment, West Lake is like a tender maiden... Tell me: West Lake, / For a thousand years, your beloved soul—your first love, to whom did you give it?" "Tell me: West Lake, who? Who? / Who cleansed your historical luster?

/ So beautiful, so lovely / So fragrant with orchids and osmanthus."

I said I had finished reciting, and my aunt only asked me one question: "Am I really West Lake in your heart?" I stared into my aunt's eyes and said yes. I noticed a deep sorrow flash across my aunt's watery eyes.

My aunt's silence and sad eyes made me dare not look into her eyes anymore. I turned around to look elsewhere. My aunt was behind me, and I dared not turn back to look at her again.

That's how my trip to West Lake ended. Although my aunt was inexplicably a little sad, my usually lively and cheerful aunt's occasional melancholy made her even more charming. It

was almost 8 pm when my aunt's colleague and I returned to the hotel. I suggested that we all go to Pizza Hut and then go to the hot springs.

My aunt shook her head, saying she was tired and wanted to rest. But seeing her colleagues all so excited and urging her to come along, she didn't want to spoil their fun, so she agreed.

When they arrived at Pizza Hut, her phone rang. She pulled it out, her eyes immediately lit up, and she seemed like a completely different person, full of energy. She said, "You guys go in first, I need to take this call," and skipped off to answer it. I immediately guessed it was her soldier boyfriend calling. Before, when my aunt talked to him on the phone, I never thought anything of it, but suddenly I felt a strange unease about her answering his calls. It was as if she didn't want him to see her. My aunt, struggling to suppress her excitement, asked in a deliberately indifferent tone, "Hello? Who is this?... Oh, it's you. You're still alive? What do you need?" They started off talking normally, but my aunt seemed increasingly agitated—not with joy, but with anger. "Why haven't you contacted me in so long...?" The more I listened, the more uneasy I felt. Finally, she practically roared, then hung up. Only then did she notice me still standing there waiting for her. I asked what was wrong. She waved her hand, "Nothing, let's go in." Her colleague had already taken a table. We sat down facing each other. I ordered some of her favorite desserts, but she didn't seem to have much of an appetite. She just kept cutting the egg tarts on her plate with her spoon, showing no intention of eating them.

My aunt's colleague asked if she was carsick or too tired, suggesting Cheng Guo take her home to rest. My aunt smiled faintly and said she was fine. She ate a few bites, and everyone was talking about their travel experiences. My aunt didn't say a word during the meal. Seeing her expression, I knew she had a bad argument with her soldier boyfriend and was probably really upset.

After leaving Pizza Hut, my aunt said she'd take a walk with me. I agreed, said goodbye to her colleague, and we walked side by side on the sidewalk for a long time. My aunt didn't say anything, and I didn't ask her about them. We just walked side by side, and I thought to myself, if it could make my aunt happy, I'd be willing to walk with her like this forever.

We turned a corner and came to a park with lush trees. There were many couples there.

I said to my aunt, "Let's go to the park to rest for a bit." She didn't object, so I led her to the lighthouse base in the central square of the park. I squatted down and blew away the dust on the steps, then wiped them clean with my hands. "Auntie, sit down," I said, "it's clean now." She glanced at me and sat down. I stood in front of her without saying a word. She took a tissue from her LV bag and wiped the stone steps next to her clean, then asked me to sit beside her. Suddenly, she asked me, "Chengguo, if a girl gives you everything, will you cherish her and love her forever?" I said, "Yes, definitely."

She then asked, "Is it true that a man only finds a woman lovable when she gives him something?" Without hesitation, I answered, "That's not necessarily true. For example, you. Even if you do nothing, I think you're the most lovable woman in the world, worthy of any man pursuing you, cherishing you, and loving you."

My aunt asked, "Why? Just because I'm a little bit pretty?" I replied, "Of course it's good for a woman to have a beautiful figure and face, but that's not everything. You're innocent, kind, lively, cheerful, mischievous, and adorable—that's the most precious thing. Some women are very beautiful but have a dirty heart, like those prostitutes in the red-light district who live by selling their bodies. Some women are beautiful both inside and out, like my dear, beautiful aunt..." My aunt suddenly interrupted me, saying warily, "Chengguo, tell me the truth, have you ever been to the red-light district?" I was engrossed in my conversation when my aunt asked this. I immediately wanted to get angry with her. I said irritably, "Why do you think of me like that? You watched your nephew grow up; I've inherited your personality and temperament. If you haven't been to the red-light district, why would I go to a prostitute?" Seeing my flushed face, my aunt couldn't help but giggle. I knew she'd recovered from her earlier distress, so I pressed my advantage. "Auntie," I said, "if I'm not mistaken, you were upset with your husband, weren't you? Cheer up! You've given him everything, how could he not cherish you? He's probably just busy with military affairs, don't overthink it."

My aunt raised an eyebrow. "Why are you calling him 'brother-in-law' now? And explain yourself! How did I give him everything? What did I give him?" I pretended to be profound, saying, "I don't know, you know more about this than I do!" My aunt, realizing she was guilty, covered my mouth with her hand, pretending to be fierce, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut!" I removed her hand and refused to let her off the hook, continuing, "That's right, I'm not a child anymore, I know everything about you two!" At this moment, my aunt used her killer move, reaching out to tickle my ribs. To be honest, this was my aunt's trick that I was most afraid of since I was a child. I have sensitive skin, and every time my aunt tickled me, I would laugh half to death. But that was when I was little. Now it's different. I'm a grown man now. I don't run away when my aunt points her finger at me like I did when I was a child. This time, I reached out and grabbed both of my aunt's hands. My aunt tried to break free from tickling me, so I simply hugged her entire upper body. This way, my aunt couldn't move at all and became my prisoner.

My aunt said, "Auntie's too old, I can't tickle you anymore, please let go, I beg you!" I said, "How could I let you off so easily?" I chuckled mischievously, "The grudge you made me tickle when I was little, now's the time to get revenge!" My aunt curled up from my tickling and laughed until she was half-dead. "Please, I won't do it again, I won't do it again, Cheng Guo... Oh, my dear nephew... please forgive me!" ... Seeing that my aunt was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, I finally let go. Then I noticed that my aunt was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face. Her long, messy hair was spread over her shoulders, and two buttons on her already few-buttoned shirt had been accidentally tickled open, revealing most of her full, firm, and fair breasts. A cleavage stretched from the center to the unseen depths of darkness, which, illuminated by the light from above, gave her a unique charm and allure.

I was stunned, staring at her.

My aunt also noticed that two buttons were undone and her black lace bra was askew to one side. She hurriedly covered her chest and scolded, "You naughty boy, what are you looking at!" "Look what you've done to my clothes! You have three seconds to get out of my sight!" I snapped out of my daze and quickly turned my back. After a while, I asked, "Hurry up, are you done yet? I'm turning around!" I heard my aunt whisper behind me, "Wait, you little rascal, you tore my bra clasp off, I can't fasten it back on..." I knew it wasn't appropriate to turn around now; I couldn't very well fasten my aunt's bra myself. So I just stood there with my back to her, not moving or saying a word. I could tell she was getting anxious behind me. Finally, unable to complete her "task," she spoke up, "Hey, nephew, don't you have any sense? Can't you see your aunt is worried? Come to the back and help your aunt fasten the clasp. Oh, no looking! Turn around with your eyes closed! No cheating, you little rascal!" I said, "Auntie, I don't have hands on my back. Besides, even if I had hands on my back, I don't have eyes on the back of my head. I can't exactly button your clothes with my hands behind my back, can I?" My aunt said, "Stop being silly. Can't you even do this? He can usually button mine up with his eyes closed..." I exclaimed, "Huh?!" My aunt suddenly stopped, knowing she shouldn't say such things to a junior like me who had no experience in this area.

She paused, then said, "Then turn around. Just don't look around." I couldn't bear to see my aunt continue to expose herself, so I reluctantly said, "Then please forgive my nephew's intrusion." I turned around, forgetting my embarrassment, and didn't want to look at anything else on her body. I reached my hand inside her shirt from behind, inwardly marveling at how smooth her back was, like a piece of silk. This was the first time I'd had such extensive contact with a woman's body. My little brother seemed to be straining to stand up, but afraid of being seen by my aunt, I... I squeezed my thighs together tightly. They say an arm can't beat a thigh, let alone my poor little brother. Anyway, I finally managed to button the shirt, but it kept popping open. I tried two or three times, but it still wouldn't work. In my panic, my hand slipped, and three fingers of my hand slid under my aunt's armpit, brushing against her soft, tender breast through the sparse armpit hair. My aunt let out a soft "Ooh," and scolded, "Chengguo, behave yourself! I'm your aunt! If you keep moving around, I'll get angry!" I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't mean to. Your button was pulled too loose, it came off as soon as I buttoned it, and I couldn't get it back up." Auntie said not to button it anymore, and asked me to put my hands on her back, saying, "Please hold it down for me. It's too bright here, it would be embarrassing if someone saw us. Let's go to the woods over there and I'll fix it myself." I said, "Okay, fine." So, I stiffly pressed my hands against Auntie's back, carefully helping her into the depths of the dark woods… The woods must have been watered during the day; there were small and large puddles of mud on the ground, vaguely reflecting… The dim light of the distant lighthouse cast faint shadows of my aunt and me on the cobblestone path beneath our feet, illuminated by light filtering through the treetops. From here, we could see most of the park centered around the lighthouse, with pavilions in the Jiangnan style winding above the black-tiled corridors. The moon had risen high in the clear sky, and in the woods, the lighthouse's glow gave way to the ever-brighter moonlight. The woods and the outside world were two separate realms; the world within the woods was slowly being enveloped by the moonlight, and even the dim, yellowish light filtering through seemed to be swept away by the gentle breeze.

Perhaps the birds, soothed by the moon, were silent, except for the soft rustling of leaves in the wind; the sound of the wind rustling the leaves had clearly awakened the slumbering insects. Here, there was no worldly clamor, but rather the tender warmth between my aunt and me.

My aunt said it was very quiet here, and I said yes. She said there was no one around and it was quite dark, so I should try again. I reached out to try, but it still didn't work. I told her I really couldn't fasten the clasp, and as I said this, I pinched the thin straps on both sides of the bra and asked her if she could just tie it up. She said it was a shaping bra, quite tight, and wouldn't hold.

She said, "Never mind, I'll take it off. It's better than the straps falling down and showing halfway down the street." After saying that, she looked at me, and this time I understood. Before she could say anything, I turned around and quickly stepped several feet away, hiding to the side. She said, "Now you're acting all clever, aren't you? Why did you run so far?" Hearing her say that, I felt a chill and wondered to myself, "Does she want me to take off her bra?" I nervously replied, "Auntie, it's such a small 'clothes,' you should take it off yourself. It's not appropriate for me to take off your clothes."

My aunt almost burst out laughing. "You little blockhead! Who told you to take your clothes off? I told you to come back and keep an eye on people!" I immediately felt incredibly embarrassed by what I'd just said.

After my aunt finished tidying up, I said, "Let's go, it's getting late." My aunt tidied her hair, picked up the bra, and asked, "Where do I put this?" I said, "Put it in your LV bag." My aunt said, "This can only hold some cosmetics and a wallet, how can it fit?" I thought my aunt couldn't exactly carry a bra around in public, so I said, "It's broken anyway, just throw it away. Don't you have a pink one? Go back and change into it."

My aunt playfully hit me. "You naughty boy, how did you know I had a pink one?" I said, "Last night on the balcony, we were so close, even if I were blind, I could tell the color by touch!" My aunt felt embarrassed after hearing my explanation, but still said kindly, "Chengguo, you can't look around like that anymore, I'm your aunt!" I scratched my forehead and said, "Okay."

My aunt smiled and said, "Kids should be like that, they should listen to adults." She glanced at the small item in her hand and said with difficulty, "But I can't throw this away! It's a French Farmanl brand, someone bought it for me for over 400 yuan!" Seeing her reluctance, I generously said, "Alright! Auntie, be the hero and save the beauty, I'll take it!" My aunt looked at her tight top and short skirt, and there was really nowhere to put it, so she had to let me carry it. I took it and walked away, and my aunt followed me out. Once we were out of the park, my aunt couldn't help but giggle behind me. I asked, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?" My aunt said, "A tall guy, 1.8 meters, walking down the street carrying a bra... it's hilarious!" She then clutched her stomach and squatted down, laughing so hard she almost fell over.

I suddenly realized how embarrassing it would be if someone saw this. Then I thought, I'm helping my aunt out of a predicament, and she's laughing at me like this! I got angry and said, "Auntie, if you laugh again, I won't care about you anymore! You can keep it yourself!" My aunt finally stopped laughing and said, "Look at you! Don't you know how to fold it and hold it in your hand?" I already felt that touching my aunt's underwear was inappropriate enough, and embarrassing enough, so I didn't even think about folding it.

My aunt was indeed skillful; she came to me, took the bra, and after a few folds, the falling-down bra became a small square, just the right size for me to hold. Anyone else would just think I was holding a cotton handkerchief.

My aunt, seeing my expression, couldn't help but laugh again. We walked back side-by-side until we reached the hotel entrance and lobby, when we realized many people were staring at us. We were both puzzled. My aunt and I looked at each other, wondering what was wrong. What were they all looking at? Suddenly, I realized that because the hotel entrance and lobby were brightly lit, and my aunt wasn't wearing a bra, her full breasts had two peanut-sized protrusions. How could such a tight, thin dress be concealed without a bra? "Ah!" my aunt gasped softly, quickly grabbing her LV bag to cover her chest. Without waiting for me, she ran to the elevator alone.

Two receptionists at the lobby were watching me, giggling.

I felt incredibly embarrassed too, clutching my things tightly, and, not waiting for the elevator, ran straight up the stairs.

………………………………………………………After arriving at the room, I rang the doorbell and waited a while before my aunt opened the door. She had already changed her clothes, and perhaps because of the embarrassment of what happened in the lobby earlier, her face was still flushed. I closed the door, and my aunt murmured shyly, "I really had a terrible day today! Luckily it was just the two of us. If my two colleagues had been here, I would have drowned myself in West Lake!" I comforted her, "It's nothing. Compared to the girls at my school, this is nothing." My aunt asked curiously, "What? Do your female classmates dare to run around naked?" I said seriously, "Not really, but quite a few girls don't wear underwear to class." My aunt looked at me with disbelief and scolded me, "Can't you speak like a normal person? What are you thinking all day? Stop making up nonsense to amuse your aunt!" I said seriously, "It's true, this is popular now." My aunt looked at me suspiciously and asked, "How can you young people be so open-minded? It's really outrageous! Chengguo, you have to remember this, stay away from those girls, don't get corrupted."

I said, "How could I! I'm very chaste."

Then, I teased my aunt, "You told me to stay away from those girls, and that's what I thought too, but how am I supposed to tell which girls are wearing underwear and which aren't? Do I have to lift up their shirts one by one to check and then tell them, 'You're not wearing underwear, my aunt told me to stay away from you…'" Before I could finish, my aunt picked up a pillow and hurled it at me. In a panic, I stretched out my hands to block it, managing to block the pillow, but the bra I'd been clutching fell to the ground. My aunt picked it up and walked away, saying, "You're getting more and more outrageous, Chengguo!" Seeing my aunt's serious expression, I knew she was genuinely offended by what I'd just said. But what I said about some girls not wearing underwear to class was absolutely true. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have made that up.

Seeing that my aunt was ignoring me, I could only apologize. "I'm sorry, Auntie, what I said was true. If you don't want to hear it, just pretend I didn't say anything. I won't talk

about school stuff anymore. I apologize, don't be angry." Seeing my aggrieved look, my aunt said, "Well, how can I put it? But you must prioritize your studies at school. Dating girls isn't wrong, the key is moderation, remember?" Seeing my aunt's tone soften, I flicked my sleeves, took a step forward, knelt on my left knee, and playfully greeted her like a Qing Dynasty prince bowing to the emperor, saying, "Your son—! I remember Father's teachings: I will never marry someone who doesn't wear underwear!" My aunt was amused by my antics and burst into laughter. She turned and sat upright on the edge of the bed behind her, mimicking the Qianlong Emperor from a TV drama, saying, "This nephew is teachable. Rise." I, too, couldn't help but laugh at her antics.

My aunt went to take a bath as usual. She was a clean girl, always keeping herself impeccably groomed. In people's eyes, she was like a piece of jade, clear and transparent, pure and beautiful, like a snowflake, giving a spotless, cool, and refreshing feeling.

I don't compare my aunt to a flower or a fairy; I only compare her to a fresh vegetable, verdant and nutritious, qualitatively different from those pretty but empty-faced girls.

The hotel's computers were from before 2002 and weren't very reliable. I plugged in my aunt's computer and browsed some information casually. My aunt came out after her shower and saw me still on the computer. She made me a cup of chrysanthemum tea and placed it beside me. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't play for too long. Go to bed early after your shower. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now." My aunt's fragrance was as intoxicating as ever, like a drug. I took a deep breath to suppress my racing heart and said, "You go to sleep, Auntie, I'll sleep later.

" After saying that, my aunt affectionately scratched my head and joked, "See you tomorrow, young man!" Without turning around, I replied, "Goodnight, beautiful, see you tomorrow!"

Although I felt quite tired after a long day, I still couldn't fall asleep. My aunt seemed genuinely exhausted from playing; she lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. I turned off the computer, changed into my pajamas, and went to take a shower. My mind was filled with thoughts of everything I had done with my aunt during the day. The warm shower water seemed to amplify some latent, restless energy within me. My aunt's charming smile, her playful words, her slender figure, her sexy body, the glimpse of her flesh-colored underwear when she lay on the grass, her torn bra… I couldn't help but fantasize about everything beneath her thin gauze skirt… …I vaguely felt the warmth and unique scent of my aunt's body still lingering on my hand holding the bra. That sinful desire I least wanted to see finally broke through the constraints of morality. I reached down and grasped my erection. Subconsciously, I saw an image of my aunt lying naked on the bed, stripped of her clothes. We were embracing each other, burning like a blazing fireball. At that moment, my body was on fire. I felt like a blade of grass thrown into volcanic lava, like a small boat tossed into the surging waves of the Yangtze River… …In the instant of the climax, I collapsed to the ground. After the calm subsided, the excruciating guilt was as dark and heavy as the night that enveloped the earth. I had nowhere to hide; everything was swallowed up.

… …Seeing my filthy state, I slapped myself more than a dozen times with all my might, but even that force didn't feel any pain! A few tears welled up in my eyes… I hated myself for washing myself so clean. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom, feeling guilty and disgusting. My aunt—my mother's sister—had become the object of my fantasies. A beast lurked within me, causing me to lose all moral and ethical boundaries. I was consumed by deep self-reproach and guilt.

I dared not look at my aunt, who was fast asleep in bed, again. I went to my bedside, opened her laptop, and casually browsed some messages. But half an hour passed, and I had no idea what I had read; my mind was a complete mess.

The chrysanthemum tea my aunt had brewed had gone cold. I drank it numbly, sip by sip. An hour passed, and my heart gradually calmed down.

The evil demon from before had slowly dissipated from my heart. Looking back at my aunt's voluptuous figure, her luscious lips, and her serene and beautiful sleeping posture, I sighed inwardly. Such a sleeping beauty, a beautiful princess in everyone's heart—who could win her heart? Who could marry her? Who had such great fortune? Who will my aunt marry? Her soldier boyfriend? No, no, that man is not good enough for my aunt at all. He doesn't know how to cherish her. He doesn't call for so long, and when he does, he gets angry and argues with her. For some reason, her soldier boyfriend has become a hideous and repulsive figure in my mind. If my aunt marries him, it's like a beautiful flower being wasted on cow dung... I kept denigrating that soldier boyfriend in my mind, but then I reflected on myself. Was I jealous of her soldier boyfriend, or did I resent that out of billions of people in the world, I had to become my aunt's nephew? I calmed myself down, found a few gentle melodies, and listened to them at a low volume. I then looked through the oil paintings I had created last semester on my personal blog, flipping through them one by one. Among the dozen or so works, I was most satisfied with "Church" and "The Petrel." "Church" depicts several white doves perched on the cross at the top of a church, while "The Petrel" portrays a sea with towering waves, with a seagull soaring and weaving between the waves. My heart slowly cleansed itself, and all the distracting thoughts and immoral ideas were swept away. My aunt was like the white doves in my heart, fluttering their wings and flying gracefully, holy, beautiful, and inviolable. I was like a gray seagull soaring on the waves, strong and agile, singing against the wind and waves... I understand that doves and petrels are not spirits that can coexist in the sky, just as my aunt and I cannot live together. However, we share a common resonance and understanding: we are both birds in flight, with wings.

Thinking of my aunt's beautiful appearance on the West Lake pleasure boat today, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart. A unique emotion urged me to write her down. I opened WPS Writer, and a poem flowed effortlessly. My overflowing emotions flowed like a spring from the keyboard beneath my fingers. I simply followed my feelings, letting them guide my thoughts and my writing: "The graceful willow sways, its thick black hair veiled by a murmuring stream; like cherry blossoms in full bloom, delicate hands leisurely brush against a wisp of..." If the sorrow of smoke and clouds shines so brightly in the starry night, the languid gaze holds the infinite allure of the moon, and just a casual glance back dissipates the blush of shyness on my cheeks. In an elegant attic, after much thought, I named the poem "There is an Attic There—To Zihan." I turned off the computer, lay on my bed, turned to my side, and looked at my aunt. I believe my face was filled with a sweet smile as I looked at my sleeping aunt. That night, I slept soundly and sweetly, just like my aunt, who slept just as soundly and sweetly.

Five short days in Hangzhou passed quickly. My aunt was clearly very happy that I accompanied her on this trip; she insisted on holding my hand wherever we went to feel satisfied. We often encountered people mistaking us for a couple, which was quite embarrassing. However, after being mistaken for each other everywhere, we gradually got used to these "beautiful misunderstandings." Perhaps we had forgotten our familial bond and only had this hazy, almost romantic, feeling left. So later, when we were mistaken for lovers, we became too lazy to explain that we were aunt and nephew, not lovers. But there were also some funny and frustrating moments. The most infuriating was on the fourth night when I went downstairs to the newsstand to buy a magazine. The newspaper vendor turned out to be from Shandong! Meeting a fellow countryman, although my eyes weren't watering, I couldn't help but exchange pleasantries. When I mentioned she was my aunt, the vendor, with a straight face, said, "You're her nephew? No way! You look about the same age as my son!" Then, pointing to my aunt, he said, "Even my youngest of four sisters-in-law is a full twelve years older than her!" As he spoke, he glanced at our hands, and my aunt, realizing it was inappropriate, quickly pulled her hand back.

I blushed and said, "She's my aunt! I wouldn't get paid to lie to you!" My aunt, embarrassed, tugged at my sleeve and subtly waved her hand, signaling me to stop talking. I thought about it; people from Shandong are stubborn as mules, and seeing the uncle's persistent look, I couldn't be bothered to explain further.

On the way back, I joked with my aunt, "Auntie, it seems we're in a complicated situation. Why don't we just be lovers for a couple of days? Didn't you say I should find a girlfriend? But I have no experience pursuing girls."

My aunt chuckled and said, "Aren't you quite theoretically minded?" I said, "A great man said that theory must be linked to practice!" So let's test the truth together through practice. You can be my teacher while you're my lover, my aunt scolded. "I won't be your lover, but being your teacher is fine," I said. "Okay, whatever you say goes. I hate having to explain our relationship to people every time." My aunt said, "Just explain what needs explaining, so people won't have any psychological trauma." I chuckled and said, "Since the soldier isn't here, your nephew really couldn't bear to see you all alone, Auntie! Consider this filling the emotional void in your heart, and it's a small token of my filial piety!" Hearing this, my aunt was embarrassed and raised her foot to kick me. I jumped away and continued teasing her. "Ha! You've already gotten into character so quickly! I haven't even finished speaking, and you've already become Jun Ji-hyun. I'm not Cha Tae-hyun, I don't want a savage girlfriend!" I ran away as soon as I finished speaking, and my aunt chased after me furiously until I went upstairs to my room. That's when her cruel side appeared. I had nowhere to hide, so she grabbed my arm, pulled me behind my back, and kneed me in the back of the knee. My calf went numb, and I lost my strength and fell onto the bed. My aunt then straddled my back, grabbed my ears, and shook them violently. I winced in pain. My aunt, panting heavily, said, "Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, you brat! I'm going to empty your head and see what kind of bad ideas you have! I'll teach you a lesson for being so disrespectful! Tell me! You dare to do it again?" I was dizzy from my aunt's antics, but I was still wondering how she had such skills. While begging for mercy, I didn't forget to ask her, "My dear aunt, when did you learn kung fu? It's so amazing, you took me down in no time!" My aunt softened her grip and said, "Tch, look at you, your auntie has taken down countless hooligans!" I teased my aunt, "How many did you put in total?" She thought for a moment and said three or four. "Oh, and you, you little rascal, count that too!" I chuckled to myself. My aunt seemed to realize she'd been tricked, because she was still straddling my lower back. So she leaned down, grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled it back. I felt like my neck was about to break, and reflexively turned my body and head towards her. The result was that she pulled my face into her chest. I felt an unprecedented softness and tenderness envelop me, a gentle warmth accompanied by the unique, faint scent of her breasts. In a daze, I felt as if I had fallen asleep in the depths of the ocean. The rapid, thumping heartbeat of my aunt's chest seemed like some strange, exhilarating signal coming from the ocean depths… …In a daze, I seemed to hear my aunt let out a soft moan, “Ah…oh…”. It was my aunt who stopped the flow and snapped out of the chaos first. She was extremely embarrassed and stood up in a corner of the room, her chest heaving rapidly with tension, looking completely at a loss. I also hurriedly sat up and leaned against the wall on the edge of the bed. We didn’t know how to end this, our eyes met, and we could hear each other’s pounding hearts. I don’t know how my aunt was, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. We stood there frozen for almost a minute, and then we said the same thing almost at the same time: “I…uh…I’m sorry!” My aunt stumbled and rushed into the bathroom, washing her face as if trying to clear her head. After a while, I got up, opened the curtains, and opened the window, hoping the wind outside would blow away the allure that filled the room, but there was no wind.

After finishing writing, I didn't fold it into a paper dove, nor did I tuck it under my aunt's pillow. Instead, I tore it into countless pieces and scattered them without hesitation into the world outside the window.

Because an aunt is an aunt, and a nephew is a nephew—that can never be changed.

God had already decided before my aunt was born that she would be my aunt, and God had already decided before I was born that I would be her nephew. These are all preordained; my aunt cannot change this, and neither can I.

Mary does not belong solely to me; she belongs to all living beings in the world. What virtue or ability do I possess? This poem also belongs to the earth; I tore it up and returned it to the earth. I do not possess it.

Today is our fifth and final day in Hangzhou. Our flight was originally scheduled for 3 PM tomorrow, and everyone had packed their bags and gone off to make the most of the last day to "shop" for things they liked, since we didn't know when we'd be back. Just as everyone was planning our return trip, the company suddenly called my aunt to inform her that they planned to expand their market to major cities in southern China. They had already compiled some information on important clients and established initial business relationships with them. Now, they needed to send someone to meet with these clients to hear their opinions and requests, in addition to consolidating their cooperative relationships. In addition, a market research report needs to be prepared. The company requires the other two to return to the company as scheduled, while my aunt will stay and go directly to the four neighboring cities of Suzhou, Nanjing, Wuxi, and Shanghai from Hangzhou. She will not need to return and will conduct a two-week market research trip to these four cities. When she returns, she needs to bring a complete and detailed feasibility study report on market expansion. The company specifically instructed that, in order to maintain the company's image, she must rent a luxury car of the BMW level when meeting with potential business partners in various places. The relevant information of business partners in various places has been sent to my aunt's company email address. She can download and save it using her laptop. The travel expenses of 30,000 yuan have also been transferred to my aunt's account.

Why did the company send my aunt? Let me explain briefly. She has outstanding performance in business development, ranking among the best of her age group. A year ago, she was the company's sales representative and assistant regional manager for Shandong, Hebei, and Shanxi provinces in northern China. Such a young and beautiful woman achieving such results and quickly rising to middle management naturally attracted many suitors. However, she remained devoted to her soldier boyfriend, clinging to her love story. But that's another story. The company's decision to send her to investigate the market was probably due to their appreciation of her excellent and keen market insight. My

aunt briefly explained the situation to me. I spread my hands, making a helpless expression, and said, "Auntie, it seems you've been exiled." She asked what my plans were—whether I should go back with them (her colleagues) or come with me to the four cities to broaden my horizons. I said I wanted to go back; I'd spent most of the summer here with you.

My aunt laughed, "What? You've been eating and drinking with me all this time, haven't I treated you badly?" I quickly explained, "No, no, no." My aunt pressed, "Then why are you so eager to go back?" I said, "You have so much work to do this time, you must be very busy. I don't want to interfere with your work!" My aunt said, "I didn't realize you were so sensible. I'm not spending all my time talking business with clients. I get bored the rest of the time too." I said unhappily, "Yes, you feel bored after you finish your business meetings, but I feel bored when I meet clients too!" My aunt seemed to be losing patience and said to me, "I've figured it out, you little ungrateful rascal! I'll remember this. So tell me, are you coming with me or going back?" Seeing that my aunt was genuinely reluctant, I considered it for a moment and said, "Fine! I'll risk my life to accompany this 'tiger girl'." My aunt's face immediately brightened, but she seemed to hold onto the word "tiger girl" I had just used. "Who are you calling a tiger?" I jokingly said, "They say women are like tigers at thirty and wolves at forty. Auntie, you're almost at that age!" Auntie grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. "Where did you hear that kind of vulgar nonsense?!" I chuckled. "I was just teasing you, Auntie. Yesterday you took me down in a few moves, I suffered so much, I tasted all the bitterness. Do you think I wasn't scared? That's why I said you're a female tiger. How about that? Accurate, right?" Auntie pretended to be fierce. "You can say whatever you want about me, I'll even accept being a tiger, but if you say I'm 30 or 40, I'm going to teach you a lesson and show you the consequences of slandering my appearance!" Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I quickly shouted, "Auntie, you can't touch my face, not even if you're 30!" My aunt hesitated for a moment, then gracefully changed her demeanor, regaining her alluring charm. She brought her lips to my ear and said, "Boy, are you ready?" Confused and bewildered, I looked at her. She gently blew a breath onto my face. I nervously asked, "Auntie… what… what are you going to do?" Her bright eyes sparkled, and she spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "Gently kill you…" Then she yelled, "Nephew! Prepare to die! Hahaha!" What happened next is unnecessary; a kind of painless, almost pleasurable, physical discomfort descended upon me—a kind of "painful yet pleasurable" feeling—a tickling sensation. After seeing my aunt off

to her colleagues, we had nothing to do. My aunt went shopping, while I spent half the day playing CS:OL Online, getting tickled by zombies countless times. Just as I was getting frustrated, my aunt returned, carrying three large bags. I exclaimed, "What delicious food? So much!" My aunt scolded me playfully, "All you ever think about is food!" "Look for yourself," I said, opening the bag to find a full Etam outfit and a pair of Gucci shoes. "Auntie," I exclaimed, "wow, how much did this cost?" My aunt replied, "A little over 2000 yuan." I exclaimed in surprise, "You're really generous! That's enough for half a semester's worth of oil painting supplies!" My aunt tossed me a square black bag. "Here," she said, "this is for you. See if it fits." I swiped it and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! Adidas - RWB023! It's real!" My aunt clicked her tongue. "Don't tell anyone outside, they'll think you're a country bumpkin! This is genuine! Do you really think so little of your auntie?" I didn't bother to answer, turning the shoes over and over to examine them several times. Actually, I didn't really understand them. I rarely wore Adidas, and several of my pairs were high-quality replicas from Guangzhou. Although this was the first time I'd seen the Adidas-RWB023, I'd heard so much about it—purely imported, made in Germany, not produced domestically. Even the physical education students at my school couldn't possibly own more than three pairs.

Nevertheless, I excitedly picked up my aunt and spun her around twice, loudly praising her: "I deeply admire my mother's sister, my great grandmother, and my equally great aunt! Your noble character is so moving.

In today's materialistic society, to still meet someone like my aunt is undoubtedly the greatest fortune of my life.

It makes me deeply feel the greatness of humanity! These Adidas-RWB023s are like lightning piercing the night sky, like sunlight tearing through the clouds, instantly making me feel like I've drunk sweet wine." "You showed me that the adidas-rwb023 really exists in this world.

Only a beautiful lady like you, Auntie, with such a broad mind and abundant wealth, could be the sole buyer of these adidas-rwb023s!" Hearing this, Auntie couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle. I continued, "Looking at these adidas-rwb023s has made me think seriously. I believe that not wearing adidas-rwb023s would be a betrayal of Auntie." Betrayal is a huge compromise with high-quality counterfeits.

Therefore, I decided to wear them without hesitation! My aunt chuckled, "Alright, stop flattering me. This is a reward for staying with your aunt! Hurry up and try them on!" I got up and put on the adidas-rwb023, feeling like I could fly. The excitement and joy in my heart hadn't subsided. I went up and grasped my aunt's hands, saying, "Before meeting you, I doubted whether real adidas-rwb023s existed in this world; but now, I finally believe..." "Wow! I was once obsessed with the Adidas RWB023 in my dreams, I was amazed by the Adidas on other people's feet, I used to linger in Adidas stores; but now, I realize how shallow I was! My aunt's shoes are just too good.

It's my great fortune that I can wear the Adidas RWB023 that my aunt gave me in my lifetime!" My aunt covered her ears, saying, "Okay, okay, if you keep nagging, I'll return the shoes. I'm glad you like them. Seeing how happy you are makes me happy too!" I said sincerely, "Auntie, from now on I have a belief." My aunt's dark eyes flashed and she asked, "What belief?" I said seriously, "I can lose my head, I can bleed, but I can't lose these Adidas!" My aunt laughed so hard she fell off the bed.

Looking at the perfectly fitting Adidas on my feet, I chuckled to myself.

I realized I made a mistake. Accompanying my aunt on this four-city trip was nothing like the pleasant and joyful experience I had in Hangzhou. Most of the time, I was the one wandering around, while my aunt was constantly traveling to meet with business partners. I noticed she had a particular fondness for Mini Coopers; no matter which city we arrived in, the first thing she did was rent one from the largest VIP car rental company. They were all rose-red, exquisitely compact models, and with my aunt habitually wearing her (Bolo) motorcycle, she was undoubtedly a striking sight wherever she got out of the car. This northern girl made the local Jiangnan beauties pale in comparison.

My aunt seemed to have excellent meetings with every business partner, and she always returned radiant and happy. This was evident from the numerous phone calls she received from these business partners inviting her to dinners, parties, and so on. I think her stunning beauty was one of the reasons her company assigned her this task.

Sometimes, you can't help but believe it. Besides personal cultivation, a woman's stunning looks, fair skin, graceful figure, refined conversation, cheerful personality, and elegant demeanor are often the quickest steps to the pinnacle of success.

Speaking of myself, I've become a lazy bum, spending my days eating and drinking and then taking taxis to famous tourist attractions. After just over a week, I'm so depressed I'm practically dying. I keep complaining to my aunt, accusing her of tempting and deceiving me. My aunt, puzzled, asks, "How did I deceive you? What could I possibly offer you as a temptation?" I lifted my foot and pointed to the Adidas shoes, saying, "This is the evidence that you tempted me." My aunt said that after we finished talking to this client, she would take me out for a crazy time. But as soon as my aunt finished talking to one client, another one came along. At the same time, she also had to figure out how to politely decline invitations to banquets and dances from clients she had talked to before. So I secretly hoped that one of my aunt's clients would not go well and would come back looking dejected, so that we could have a chance to go out and have fun together. Although this was just something I said in anger, I didn't expect it to actually come true.

It was the Kaiyuan Hotel (a 4.5-star hotel, almost a 5-star) on Xiangjiang East Road in Suzhou. It was around 10 pm, and my aunt still hadn't returned. I was worried and called her countless times, but no one answered. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. My aunt is such a beautiful girl, and she drives a car. She sometimes drinks red wine when socializing, and my biggest worry was that she might have been drinking and driving home. I kept dialing her number, and I was even about to call the police. Just then, my phone rang. It was my aunt. I answered immediately, but there was a lot of noise on the other end. There was no sound for more than 10 seconds. I asked anxiously, "Hello! My dear aunt, where are you? Why aren't you back yet?"... Your nephew is so worried about you!... Suddenly, my aunt's voice came through. It sounded very intoxicated, and her speech was obviously slurred. I couldn't understand what she was saying. I asked her, "Auntie, you're not driving, are you? Please don't drive! Where are you?" "I'll come pick you up," my aunt said, taking a long time to recall which dock she was at. I told her, "Park your car, I'm coming now, please wait for me." She mumbled an agreement. I went downstairs and hailed a Texaco. Once in the car, I asked the driver if there was a dock nearby. He said there was only one, the Suzhou dock. I asked, "Are you sure there's only one?" He glanced at me and said, "I'm a taxi driver!" I said, "Then please take me there quickly." He didn't hesitate and arrived in about 20 minutes. Through the car window, I could see my aunt's Mini Cooper parked on the side of the road, the door open, but I couldn't see my aunt.

I told the driver, "Stop, we're here." Ignoring his change, I waved him off and opened the door to get out. The driver looked at the Mini Cooper not far away, took the red bill I had just paid him, glanced at me again, and said thank you with extra respect.

I got out of the car and took a few steps to the front. I saw a sight I'd never seen before… My aunt's drunken state was something I'd never seen before. She was hunched over, leaning against the car door, seemingly struggling to break free. From the other side of the car, I couldn't see anyone there, but now, as I got closer, I noticed a neatly dressed man, around 40 years old and looking quite energetic, behind the door she was leaning against. His left hand was around her lower back, and his right hand seemed to be pressing against her chest. My aunt was clearly unable to break free. I was instantly enraged. I stepped forward and shoved my aunt to the side of the road. She looked at me blankly, seemingly unaware of my presence.

Without a word, I grabbed the man's collar with my left hand, clenched my right fist, and punched him hard in the chest and stomach. He was stunned for a moment, and I knocked him to the ground. I yelled, "You scumbag, you dare touch my aunt? I'll beat you to death today!" The man tried to get up several times, but I kicked him hard to the ground each time. This didn't satisfy me at all. I raised my foot and kicked his shoulder hard. He got up once, and I kicked him again. He got up again, and I kicked him again. Just as I was about to grab his collar and slam his face to the ground, my aunt hugged me from behind and said, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Let's go!" Just then, a heavily dressed, wealthy woman suddenly rushed out of a white sedan not far away and ran towards me, followed by two men in black. As she ran, she shouted at the two men, something like, "Hurry up..." The two men stepped forward and, without a word, pushed me to the ground. The wealthy woman glanced at one of the men, kicked him, and he tried to get up with a few grunts, but fell to the ground twice. The woman seemed to snort in her stomach, then spat at the man. Without looking at me, she went straight for my aunt. Suddenly, she screamed wildly, grabbed my aunt's long hair, and started slapping her face repeatedly, "Pia! Pia!" She yelled, "Vixen! Lang (I'm so confused about the 'lang' part; it took me a long time to find it)! You're seducing my husband!" My aunt groaned in pain as the woman hit her. I was completely enraged by the wealthy woman's actions; my anger surged like a raging torrent, igniting a torrent of fury within me! No one had ever dared to treat my aunt like that. I struggled free from the two men, rushed forward, and kicked the woman to the ground, then delivered a vicious kick to her fat buttocks. The two men in black, forgetting about chasing us, rushed to help the screaming, pig-like woman.

Taking advantage of this moment, I grabbed my aunt and ran to the car. I grabbed the door, turned the key, and floored the gas pedal. The car lurched forward, and the two men in black who tried to stop the car were forcefully pushed to the sides by the car. To avoid being chased, I drove with the navigation on, taking my aunt on a circuitous route back to the Kaiyuan Hotel. I helped my aunt, who was still terrified by what had just happened, upstairs to her room.

I put my aunt on the bed, and only then did tears well up in her eyes. I wanted to scold her, but she buried her face in the pillows and sobbed softly. So I suppressed my anger, turned on the water dispenser to fill a basin with clean water, took a glass of ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them in the water, soaked a towel in the ice water, and went to the bedside to gently turn my aunt onto her side. I saw that there were still red handprints on her face. Seeing her aggrieved look, I felt sorry for her and wanted to cry too. I didn't say anything, but used my fingers to smooth her long hair to both sides, picked up the cool towel that had been soaked in ice water and gently wiped her face. I filled the water container and placed it by the bedside. I helped her sit up. My aunt nodded slightly, bent forward, and held onto the edge of the bed with both hands, stretching her legs out under the bed. My aunt wanted to take off her shoes, and I said I would do it. My aunt looked at me with dreamy eyes and did not refuse. I squatted down and helped my aunt take off her shoes. At this moment, my aunt's pair of fair feet were completely exposed in front of me. I carefully held my aunt's feet in my hands. This was the first time in my life that I had carefully appreciated a woman's feet. They were no more than 20 centimeters long, medium to small, soft and boneless, smooth and supple. The toes were neatly attached to each other, without showing the sharp joints and bones. Every part of the skin was smooth and moist.

Her feet were slender, with white insteps and smooth, even surfaces… I carefully massaged my aunt's feet in the water, gently pressing the soles, intently feeling the subtle, interwoven lines. My fingers traced the gaps between her toes all the way to her rounded heels. The soft, warm soles trembled slightly under my touch. My aunt seemed uncomfortable and shifted her hips slightly, but I was completely captivated by her fair, tender feet. I paid no attention to her "discomfort" and continued my elaborate movements, like a child playing with a toy he had never seen before. I could see that my aunt was enduring a kind of "torturous longing"… …My aunt's breathing gradually became rapid. Although she tried to suppress it, I could still clearly smell the faint, sweet scent of red wine on her lips. She seemed to be unable to bear it, so she put her hands behind her back, tilted her head back, and mumbled, "Sung-guk... um... that's enough... um... are you done washing?" ...Oh~...that's enough... I seemed to be bewitched by the smell of alcohol on my aunt's lips, completely forgetting myself and unconsciously kneading her feet even harder. My aunt could no longer hold on, her body trembled and she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving rapidly, her mouth uttering indistinctly, "I...oh~...I'm so tired...Chengguo...Okay, that's enough..." I raised my aunt's small feet to an angle level with my face, carefully examining the soles of her feet. The lines on the soles of her soft feet were clear, slightly pink, plump and cute, with five round nipples clinging to each other. Her soles were soft, smooth, and felt like the feet of a baby who had never walked.

Her ankles were so slender, and her feet were even more intoxicating. If it were said that there were many men in this world who would rather be trampled on by those feet, no one would doubt it.

But after admiring my aunt's feet, I realized that one's gaze can meander at this moment. My eyes naturally followed the instep of my aunt's feet, through her straight and slender calves... past her two gently sloping knees... and further up were her full and firm thighs... and then into the mysterious dark forest, or perhaps a black hole in the vast universe, formed when a star has completely burned out and is rapidly contracting and cooling, capable of resisting gravity and even completely absorbing all light. My gaze was completely absorbed by that mysterious darkness... Unable to move my gaze any further, I suppressed the surging emotions within me, forcing my eyes to pierce past her rounded hips and slender waist, until they were completely blocked by my aunt's proud, heaving breasts. I shifted my gaze slightly upwards and saw her chin and her disheveled hair… I involuntarily stood up, my arms outstretched on either side of her waist, tense yet resolute, bowing halfway towards her. I don't know how to express the strongest, deepest impression my aunt left on me—was it her full, slender figure? Her fair skin? Her dark, deep eyes? Her small, rosy lips? But there was also an indescribable, elusive grace stirring my heart… Ah, at this moment, my aunt was truly a graceful, jade-like statue! Translucent and crystalline.

Her oval face was so fair, her arched eyebrows so long and delicate; her watery eyes, bright and clear even in their hazy depths! Her full, sensual lips moved, yet no words came out.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at directly; coupled with such a body, who in the world could truly resist? Even a blind man could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her, and hear the soul-stirring whispers swirling within her.

It was something no man could resist, and at that moment, I was such a man—a truly masculine, passionate, and surging man.

My aunt was clearly burning with desire at my leaning body; my hot breath seemed to have dried her out. She lightly flicked her tongue, swallowing the sweetness in her mouth. I could no longer resist, and my body sank down on her. My body pressed heavily against hers, and a groan escaped from the depths of her throat, a sound of sudden pressure. Although the sound was deeply suppressed within her body, the close contact made it clear to me. Her body stiffened slightly from the sudden pressure, but the hazy look in her eyes deepened, infecting me and making her appear even more dazed. The alcohol was still working in her system; her gaze seemed particularly expectant, hazy and pitiful. Suddenly, I turned away in frustration and stood up, saying, "Auntie, you go to sleep. I'll go get some water."

Ignoring my aunt's insistence on carrying the basin of water, I went into the bathroom. Looking at my own eyes and hands in the mirror, I thought about how sinful and unforgivable I was. Yet, I couldn't suppress the deep longing for my aunt that welled up inside me. But a relationship between aunt and nephew was absolutely impossible—it was outrageous, immoral, unforgivable, and deserving of scorn.

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became. I went back to my room, grabbed a t-shirt, slammed the door, and went downstairs. I wandered aimlessly through the streets, passing a bar. The bright lights and vibrant atmosphere drew me in. I sat at the bar, got drunk, and let my sorrow, with each glass of strong liquor, go to hell! Within half an hour, I was completely drunk. I chased away several girls who tried to flirt with me. The melancholy in my heart was slowly being diluted by the alcohol. I paid the bill and left, gazing at the neon lights and the still-dense crowds despite the late hour. I thought bitterly, "There's probably no other unlucky soul in the world like me, falling in love with his aunt."

Alcohol is sometimes a wonderful thing;

it can make you forget the pain, both mental and physical.

Now, dragging my heavy head and blurry vision, I returned to the hotel, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. But how could I possibly fall into a deep sleep? Who could understand the complex mix of anxiety, pain, longing, anticipation, and nameless fear of the unknown future within me? Who could understand the torment of a nephew falling in love with his aunt, and his aunt repeatedly crossing boundaries and silently accepting it? The struggle between genuine affection and naivety, the agonizing conflict between love and betrayal? I don't even know if I've become a pervert, or if I have some kind of psychological problem. Why didn't my aunt firmly reject my outrageous behavior? If she had slapped me or kicked me out from the beginning, why would this inappropriate relationship have developed? ... I understand. At first, my aunt was indeed feeling lonely and sad because her soldier boyfriend wasn't around, which inevitably led to an emotional void. And I just happened to come into her life at that time, intruding into her emotional world and shedding a tear in her heart. I wish I had treated my relationship with my aunt as a substitute to fill that void for her, but what about now? Now I can clearly feel my aunt's deep dependence on me. She hasn't even mentioned her soldier boyfriend to me for so long, and it's not because she's afraid I'll feel jealous. I even stubbornly believe that the soldier boyfriend only left her with a hint of melancholy that occasionally flashes in her eyes. I understand that initially, I was indeed attracted to her kind demeanor and stunning beauty, captivating a naive young man. Of course, this was only unintentional; no woman in the world would intentionally captivate her nephew.

But later, I truly felt that my aunt's dependence on me stemmed more and more from her most genuine feelings, without any other impurities. If we had physical encounters multiple times, I would rather consider it a spontaneous blossoming of affection.

Neither my aunt nor I intentionally provoked or seduced anyone. To put it bluntly, neither of us actively tried to seduce the other. Everything was like a geological cave in the south; no one knew that the thousands upon thousands of winding passages within the cave had been sculpted and carved by the relentless flow of water over hundreds of millions of years, resulting in that intimate connection and ever-present, passionate freedom. All

I want to say is that my feelings for my aunt have transcended familial affection and crossed into a kind of love that is forbidden by ethics and morality. It's a knot, but a knot tied so clearly and distinctly… Neither my aunt nor I are destined to be free… Yet, I am also destined to be free. It's already midnight, but my aunt still hasn't returned. However, I have no intention of going to find her. In a daze, I'm

listlessly wallowing in these chaotic thoughts

, struggling, conflicted… My head is throbbing; the more I try to calm down, the more these hurtful thoughts flood my mind.

I stumbled into the bathroom, supporting myself against the wall. I stripped naked and lay in the bathtub, turning on the tap to slowly submerge myself. The stillness of the water calmed me. I wanted to stay submerged forever, to become water, to evaporate… to vanish… without even a cloud remaining, a pure disappearance… without leaving a trace… I quietly buried myself in the cool water, letting the current envelop me. At first, I would occasionally lift my head to breathe, but gradually the air felt oppressive and exhausting. So I simply lay down at the bottom, no longer wanting to strain to surface for air. Only the cool water felt comfortable… Was it 30 seconds? …Was it a minute? …I felt my body growing heavier and heavier, my eyes growing more and more tired. So heavy I didn't want to get up anymore, so tired I just wanted to fall asleep. Perhaps I really had fallen asleep by now, because I could no longer hear the tranquil sound of the flowing water. Slowly…slowly, the water seemed to become rapid…but then suddenly it became still again, repeating this several times. Then the water became slower and slower, colder and colder, until it chilled me to the bone…In the icy cold…my world went blank…a vast, empty void. I ran forward frantically, trying to reach the end…I strained my eyes, but it was still blank…blank…blank! This emptiness terrified me… I cried out for my aunt… Aunt… but I knew I hadn’t made a sound… because, at that moment, I had truly fallen asleep… I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt the cool water on my face turn into a warm current. In that emptiness, which seemed to stretch into the distance, I heard my aunt’s voice, “Sung-guk… Sung-guk… my Sung-guk… I’m here… come and take my hand…” In the depths of that emptiness, I saw my aunt’s shadow. Only then did I realize how much I needed her. I ran towards her desperately, but I couldn’t catch her no matter what I did. Yet, her voice grew closer and closer. I felt as if I had reached her side. The familiar scent, the soft skin… I felt a long-lost warmth slowly seep into my body from the icy chill… They lifted me up… lifted me up… lifted me up again… The blankness before my eyes slowly disappeared, and I saw large, white clouds directly above, soft and gentle, with tiny raindrops dripping onto my face, so comforting… But then the buoyancy beneath me vanished… and I fell back into the boundless blankness… like falling rapidly from an unknown height… The blankness grew thinner and thinner… until there was no blankness around me anymore, only darkness… My aunt's voice grew fainter and fainter, more and more distant… until it disappeared completely. Darkness gradually enveloped me… I was completely enveloped by the cold darkness… stiff and terrified… Aunt… I miss you… This was the last and only thought I had… The vast blankness, the thick darkness, and the coldness clinging to my skin slowly dissipated, and I felt my own existence again. A warm stream flowed down, filling my entire body, swirling and circling, seemingly a comfortable and pleasant enjoyment. I knew in my heart that I was dreaming, because I could clearly recognize that I was embracing my aunt, yet I felt no conflict or guilt, only the scent and warmth of my aunt surrounding me… That warm current flowed into my lips, across my stiff tongue, throat, chest, heart, and lungs, filling my entire body with an addictive intoxication… I was afraid to open my eyes as if I were afraid of waking up… In this intoxication, my mind slowly cleared… A turbulent feeling suddenly surged through my chest, and that previously comfortable warmth suddenly boiled and erupted violently from my mouth… At that moment, I heard my aunt's clear, tearful voice… “Sung-guk… Sung-guk… Wake up… How could you be so foolish… Sung-guk…” I struggled to open my sleepy eyes, and through the hazy light, I saw my aunt's eyes...eyebrows...face...I called out, "Auntie..." but no sound came out...I called out louder, but apart from gulps of water, there was no pause to utter a single word...Slowly, silence returned to my ears, and then I saw my lower body lying on the bathroom floor, while my aunt was already holding me in her warm embrace. I opened my eyes and saw that my aunt's once bright eyes were now misty with a thick layer of tears, glistening. Her thin clothes seemed to be soaked and clung tightly to her chest, and my face was pressed against her warm and soft breasts. Yet, at that moment, my heart remained peaceful and serene. Such warmth, such softness, such intimacy, such closeness, such a mingling of flesh and blood...My chest... The water was slowly poured out as I vomited. It turned out that what I felt wasn't a dream at all; it was all real. I had simply been unconscious in the bathtub, submerged for a few minutes. Of course, I wished those few minutes would never pass, that I could simply vanish completely into this painless, vast emptiness and thick darkness. But my beloved aunt, my goddess, my fairy, wouldn't let me go, wouldn't allow me to part from her in this way. My aunt's eyes were red, she hugged me tightly, her voice trembling with grievance as she spoke to me, almost as if talking to herself, "How could you be so foolish? You're a big idiot, a big bad guy. Did you want to leave your aunt like this… did you want your aunt's heart… to break?" It was a summer evening. I finished my night shift early and, bored, wandered aimlessly around the factory, unknowingly arriving at the hospital.

I looked up and saw faint lights in the surgical ward, so I decided to go up and chat with the nurses or doctors on duty.

Because everyone except those on duty had gone home, the entire building was pitch black.

I made my way to the third floor and arrived at the surgical ward. I peered into the dimly lit room through the glass door.

No one was inside, and I was about to leave, disappointed.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang from inside. "Someone's here!" I thought suspiciously and looked in again. This time, I saw a figure moving behind a screen in the corner.

"What are they doing hiding there?" I wondered. I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

I thought I'd play a prank on the person inside, so I took out my ID card, slipped it into the crack, and gently pried open the old-fashioned four-way lock. I tiptoed inside.

In the dim light, I reached the screen and, through the crack, saw two naked bodies rolling around on the examination bed—it was Huang Guiping and Secretary Xie! I was stunned! After staring blankly for a moment, I snapped out of my daze. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath as I quietly picked up the clothes the two had placed on the chair. Lost in their pleasure, they were completely unaware. I gently carried the clothes out the door, then tossed Lao Xie's clothes outside and hid Huang Guiping's clothes in a nearby room.

Finally, I returned to the room, closed the door from the inside, turned on the light, and quickly walked up to the two of them, who stood frozen in shock.

It was all so rushed that Lao Xie hadn't even had time to climb off her.

I grabbed Lao Xie and said, "Don't move! Or I'll call for help!" Lao Xie was drenched in sweat from the vigorous activity of intercourse, and the sudden shock had left him ice-cold.

Trembling with fear, he asked, "Who are you? What do you want?" "Ask me? And what are you doing? If I shout, I'm sure many people will come to see what's going on.

But then, Lao Xie, you'll probably lose your job and all your power!" I continued to threaten.

"No, no, no! What do you want then?" Old Xie hurriedly replied.

"Waaah..." Huang Guiping, who had been stunned for a while, suddenly started crying beneath him.

"Cry! Cry as hard as you can! A bunch of people will come soon, and they'll all have a good look at you, this naked little slut!" I said gleefully.

"Stop crying.

Do you really want to attract attention?" Old Xie said anxiously to her.

Hearing this, Huang Guiping dared not cry anymore, only sobbing softly.

Old Xie seemed to realize something at this moment, shoved me aside, jumped up, and ran to the chair.

I said with a grin, "Looking for clothes? I took them a long time ago!" Upon hearing this, Old Xie stood there dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, as long as you agree to my conditions, I'll give you the clothes, and no one will know about it,"

I said unhurriedly.

"So what are your conditions?" Old Xie asked, trembling.

"Conditions? I won't make things too difficult for you! Give me 20,000 yuan as hush money, and we'll pretend this never happened.

How about it?" I said.

"But I don't have that right now!" Old Xie replied.

"Of course, I'll give you time, within a week! But, to prevent you from going back on your word later, you have to give me a written agreement!" I added.

"Well... okay, you have to keep your word!" Old Xie felt relieved seeing that I only wanted money.

"Then write me a confession! Write down everything you did today!" I said, pointing to the pen and paper on the table.

"No, no, no! I'll definitely give you the money, just don't write it."

Old Xie, knowing the power of a written agreement, said.

"No! If you don't write it, I'll expose you right now!" I said firmly.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Old Xie had no choice but to pick up the pen and prepare to write.

"Listen to my report, and you write it down! First, write a confession, then write today's date, year, month, day, and time.

Next, the location, and your full name. Since you and Huang Guiping were messing around here, just write 'having sex'! Finally, sign your name and the time."

I commanded smugly.

He finished quickly .

I looked at it, satisfied, and put it away. Then I called over the naked Huang Guiping and made her write one too.

Although she was hunched over, her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover herself, her large breasts still swayed in front of me, making my eyes widen.

'Damn! Not bad, damn it, if this old dog can fuck you, why can't I? I'll fuck you to my heart's content later!' I thought to myself.

"We've all written it, you… can you give our clothes back now?" Old Xie's words interrupted my reverie.

"Not yet,"

I said, snapping back to reality.

"You… are you going to back out?" Old Xie panicked.

"No! You haven't finished writing yet.

I also need you to confess how many times you've done this before, write it all down for me.

Secretary Xie, you write on the bed over there, and Xiao Huang, you write on the table. If your accounts don't match, then I'll..." I continued.

"What exactly do you want? I... I won't write!" Old Xie said.

"Won't write? Then I'll leave, and you two can stay here naked, so you can continue having sex with her! How about that?" I said, making a move to leave.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it today, Old Xie had no choice but to agree, so the two of them began to confess separately.

A moment later, they finished writing, and I compared them. Hey! They were really honest; they wrote down the time and place of four times today, exactly the same.

"Oh! They're quite honest. That's enough for today! Old Xie, your clothes are outside the door, put them on and leave quickly, don't let anyone see you.

Remember to give me the money within a week, otherwise this evidence will be known to everyone! Got it?" I said.

Hearing this, Old Xie, as if granted a pardon, thought to himself, "I'll definitely give it to you. Don't go back on your word. I'll give

you the money, and you'll return the item." "Don't worry, I'll definitely exchange money for goods,"

I replied.

Only then did Old Xie feel relieved and rush to the door, open it, quickly put on his clothes, and disappear into the darkness without looking back.

After watching him leave, I closed the door and went back to Huang Guiping.

"Where are my clothes? Please give them back! I beg you!" Huang Guiping pleaded. "

You! Your attitude is bad. You'll just have to wait here naked until dawn!" I threatened.

"No, do you want money? I'll give it to you, just let me go!" She knelt down in fear.

I walked over and sat on a chair, saying, "Look, Old Xie left without looking back. He doesn't care about you at all. You'll have to solve your own problem."

"What do I have to do for you to let me go?"

she cried.

"It's nothing. You've been with so many men, let me have some too. If I'm satisfied, everything will be fine!" I said lewdly.

"You...I...you mean what you say?" she asked after a slight hesitation.

"Of course! Now lie face down on the table, stick your ass up high, spread your legs a little, I'm going to fuck you,"

I said.

Now calmer, she walked to the table and lay down as I said. Looking at her snow-white, pink ass sticking out in front of me, I quickly stripped off my clothes, releasing my already erect penis.

Then I walked behind her and without hesitation thrust into her vagina from behind.

I aimed at her vagina, gritted my teeth, and thrust my waist. Because there hadn't been any foreplay, there wasn't a drop of moisture in her vagina, and the fluid that Lao Xie had created earlier had either dried up or run dry, so her vaginal opening was very dry.

My penis was rubbed a little painfully when it went in! Because of this, she was in even more pain, and the pain made her cry out, "Ah!" Accompanied by her pain, I gripped her white, round, plump buttocks with both hands and twisted my waist to fuck her.

My huge cock thrust in and out relentlessly, without any tenderness. Each time I pulled out, it was only to the very edge of her vagina before being pushed back in, and each insertion was relentless, going all the way to her cervix, and at an incredibly fast and powerful pace! This time, she really suffered. With each powerful thrust of my cock, the erect glans repeatedly rubbed against the dry vaginal walls, like a small file scraping inside.

The pain made her moans distorted: "Ahhh...please...it hurts so much...please...you're going to kill me...please...let me get ready before you play...ah...please don't...ah..." She moaned pitifully as she twisted her body, trying to pull my huge cock out of her vagina.

This was the effect I wanted, this almost rape-like feeling. It was incredibly stimulating, and it excited me even more, making me fuck her even harder! Seeing that she was trying to pull my cock out, I quickly gripped her hips tightly and thrust my cock even harder into her vagina.

Her vagina was extremely narrow, and each time my penis entered, the immense pressure sent a jolt of electric-like pleasure through my cock. The warm, tender vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly; the sensation was unimaginable without experiencing it firsthand. The

delicate, red flesh at the entrance of her vagina concave inwards with each thrust, only to be pulled back out with each withdrawal. Her labia were repeatedly pulled in and out, causing her excruciating pain with each stroke.

A series of screams followed: "Help! No... please stop... don't do it anymore... it hurts so much... please..." Her head swayed with each thrust, her long hair flying wildly.

The glans scraped against the dry vaginal walls, each time eliciting a painful groan from her: "Ah..." My large penis plunged deeper and deeper into her vagina, the pain causing her to instinctively try to close her thighs, but this only intensified her suffering.

I held her round, plump buttocks and swayed from side to side, rubbing my penis against her vagina, the head repeatedly grinding against her cervix. "Ah...ah..." she moaned, trembling all over.

"So good! Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly, it feels so good!" I shouted with pleasure, thrusting my penis even harder and more violently.

Then, I reached forward and touched her clitoris, her lower abdomen, and her pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..." she screamed, her body leaning forward, "Please stop...ah...it hurts..." Seeing her face contorted in pain in the mirror and hearing her pleas, my penis grew larger and larger, and I thrust faster and faster, my whole body twisting violently.

While continuing to penetrate her cunt, my right hand forcefully rubbed her large breasts.

At this moment, I was in a state of extreme excitement, my left hand moving upwards along her white, slender thighs, suddenly pinching her clitoris hard.

Under my almost perverse ravaging, she could only utter cries of pleading, "No more...please spare me! Do me a good deed...let me go! Ah...woo...woo..." I gradually began to reach orgasm, squeezing her breasts hard with both hands, pulling them downwards, and pinching her erect, sensitive nipples with my thumbnail. Her beautiful, firm breasts changed shape under my rough hands.

"No...ah...ah...no...ah...woo...woo..." she cried out in pain, "I can't take it anymore...no...I can't take it...please!" Perhaps because of fear, there was no fluid flowing from her vagina, and her cries eventually turned into muffled groans as she shook her head.

My rough hands continued to knead her full breasts, occasionally pinching her erect nipples with my nails. The intense shame and pain brought tears to her eyes: "woo...woo..." "You really do look like a virgin!" I shouted happily, cupping her smooth buttocks in my hands and thrusting powerfully inside! Thrust! Thrust even harder! My penis encountered a powerful contraction, and I roared with joy, "Ah! You stinky cunt, fucking you is really good! Enjoy my cock! Old Xie definitely hasn't let you taste such a great cock! Today I'll let you taste a cock like never before!" Intense excitement led me to lewdly insult her with obscene language, my cock still thrusting tirelessly, my lower abdomen slamming against her beautiful buttocks again and again. Her head was pressed tightly against the mirror, her hands could no longer support her, and she could only use her elbows to support herself against the mirror.

The intense pain made her scream incessantly, but soon she ran out of strength, and even her screams stopped, leaving only "Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Finally, my climax arrived.

After thrusting into her for about twenty minutes, my first climax came! "Oh! I'm going to cum..." I shouted, and the speed of my thrusting reached its limit, my lower abdomen hitting her beautiful buttocks, making a "slap slap slap" sound.

I thrust even more frantically into her vagina. "Ugh...ugh..." she cried out in pain, her body writhing like a snake with the last of her strength.

At that moment, my glans swelled even more, and I finally ejaculated violently. I reached my climax, my penis erupting like a volcano, spraying streams of white semen into her vagina. She convulsed uncontrollably in extreme pain.

With my last ounce of strength, I continued to thrust my penis relentlessly, copious amounts of semen spraying onto her cervix.

"Ah...ah..." she moaned, but I continued thrusting, as if trying to inject the last drop of semen into her.

I rocked my hips back and forth, swaying my penis from side to side, watching her nearly die from my fucking, and I couldn't help but laugh excitedly.

"Ugh...ugh..." she cried incessantly.

"Your cunt is so good..." I said, pulling my now limp penis out of her vagina and plopping down in a chair, panting heavily.

She lay face down on the table, her large breasts exposed by her body, her buttocks still dangling off the edge, white semen constantly leaking from her vagina, her long, beautiful legs bent limply.

Her head rested weakly on the table, she gasped for breath and cried out, "Ugh...ugh..."

I looked at her naked body, but quickly regained my composure.

This woman's buttocks were so beautiful, just looking at them was exciting! My eyes were fixed on her beautiful buttocks.

I reached out and grabbed her mound of flesh, "Ah..." Her buttocks trembled violently, the shame and sorrow of her most intimate parts about to be exposed making her extremely distressed.

I pulled her mound of flesh apart, she desperately shook her head and twisted her body, but her buttocks were still exposed, "Ugh...ugh..." she let out a mournful cry from intense shame.

In the buttocks cleft, two slightly raised petals parted slightly to the left and right, their surface sticky with sweat, emitting a bright pink color.

Above the petals was a chrysanthemum-like brown anus, the labia parted to reveal a deep red mucous membrane, and an opening leading to the abdomen.

What a beautiful back door! I've never done it from behind before (I mentioned it to my wife, but she wouldn't let me, so I had no choice). So I grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth; I didn't want to attract attention.

Then I positioned my glans against her anus. "Plop!" My penis slammed against her chrysanthemum.

"Ah..." The intense pain made her scream, her upper body arching upwards, her breasts swaying.

It was so tight to insert my thick penis; the opening of her anus widened, but her sphincter still resisted penetration. I thrust forward forcefully, "Oh... ooh..." a painful moan escaped her lips.

Despite the fierce resistance from her anus, my glans slowly slid in.

"Heave-ho!" I yelled, thrusting hard, the entire glans entering her anus. "Oh..." she cried out in pain.

Once the glans was inside, even with the sphincter contracting, it couldn't push it out.

Then, I pulled out my underwear; I didn't want to miss hearing her moans! She was in excruciating pain, tears streaming down her face, screaming, "It hurts! It hurts...it hurts! It's going to split open! I'm going to die! Ah...don't go in any further! Please pull it out! I'm going to die! It hurts..." She screamed and desperately twisted her hips, trying to shake my penis out.

"Keep your voice down, or I'll call someone and I won't care!" I said, continuing to push my penis inside.

Hearing this, she clenched her teeth, her sweaty face contorted in pain.

My penis finally reached the base, and the excitement was completely different from the feeling of penetration.

"Ugh...ugh..." she groaned.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass?" I asked.

"No, no, please don't...please fuck my pussy instead? I'm dying of pain,"

she begged.

The base of my penis was gripped tightly by the sphincter muscles, but the deeper part was much more relaxed.

This wasn't an empty space; the rectal mucosa gripped the penis tightly. The surface of the rectal mucosa was relatively firm, unlike the softness of the vaginal mucosa. When the penis was thrust in and out, it produced a sensation like seeing stars.

Ignoring her pleas, I began thrusting. "Ah...ah..." she groaned in pain, her body leaning forward, her breasts hitting the table and deforming.

My thrusting gradually intensified, "plop...plop..." the sound of the penis rubbing against the rectal mucosa began to appear.

The intense pain contorted her face. The penis moved firmly in and out of her rectum, the glans making a "plop plop" sound.

Entering the rectum, the rectum burned like fire. "Ugh...ahhh..." her breathing became intermittent, large beads of sweat dripping from her body.

"Ah...ugh..." she groaned continuously. The thick, red-hot iron rod inserted into her anus was extremely painful, as if fire was burning her anus. "Ah..." she screamed.

My penis continued its piston-like motion. "Ah..." she cried out in a daze.

Soon after, I began to sprint, probably because of the previous shots, I lasted a full hour, my hair was soaked with sweat.

As a tingling sensation spread through my tailbone, I increased the speed of my thrusts, faster and faster… Finally, everything went black, and my hot glans ejaculated again inside her rectum… After resting, I got up, dressed, went out to get her clothes, and tossed them to her: “Hurry up and get dressed, the bus is leaving soon, or we’ll miss it.”

Hearing this, she struggled to get up and start dressing, enduring the pain.

“Where…where are my underwear?” she asked, unable to find her panties and bra.

“Keep them as a souvenir!” I said with a smile.

She didn’t say anything more, silently dressed, and we went out together and got on the bus.

On the bus, I pulled her to sit in the last row. Since there weren’t many people on the bus, and the surroundings were empty, my hands became restless. My left hand reached under her skirt and started probing her vagina, while my right hand went inside her clothes and began kneading her large breasts.

“No, no! Someone will see!” she whispered, pushing me away.

"It's okay! Nobody saw! I was in a rush just now, I didn't get enough fun! If you don't let me have some fun with my hand, then I'll..." I threatened in a low voice, and she had no choice but to

let me do as I pleased. So, for the entire half-hour drive, I groped her wantonly, even making her masturbate me, until my semen covered her hands.

The next day at work, I called her to my private office, and I fucked her for a full three hours, playing with her anus once, giving her oral sex and breast sex once, and her vagina twice.

The best was the last time; she had her hands on the table, and I fucked her from behind, sometimes penetrating her vagina, sometimes her anus, making her moan incessantly, her juices flowing freely.

From that day on, she became my sex slave, a sex slave I could have whenever I wanted.

Of course, I didn't skimp on the money; as for the evidence! Of course, I didn't return it! Otherwise, how could Huang Guiping be so freely manipulated by me? Seeing my aunt's listless and infinitely aggrieved expression, I smiled to myself. My aunt said, "Chengguo, you big bad guy, you're still smiling!" As she spoke, she gently placed her small fist on my shoulder, while her jade-like fingers spread into soft palms and gently patted my cheek. The millions of alcohol molecules that had entered my bloodstream seemed to still be running freely in my veins. My aunt's beautiful and delicate face was hidden in her water-soaked, black, wavy hair, looking as pitiful as a little girl who had been frightened and was crying alone. Resisting the urge to touch my aunt's fair and rosy cheeks, I stretched out my hand with a little effort and gently pinched my aunt's cheek, smiling weakly, "Auntie, you don't know, sleeping in the water is very comfortable!"... My aunt scolded me with infinite resentment, "If you scare me again, I'll leave you and never see you again, and I mean it."

I stuck out my still-stiff tongue and obediently agreed, "I'll never drink so much again, at least I'll never sleep in the bathtub after drinking again... I don't want you to worry anymore..." After saying that, I looked into my aunt's eyes and found that the tears that had been welling up there were now streaming down her face. I felt that the atmosphere was too... awkward, so I joked, "Auntie, what exactly happened just now?" Seeing that I was recovering well, my aunt tapped my forehead with her finger and said, "You still ask? When you went out, you seemed very down. I was worried something had happened to you, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I went to look for you. I didn't take my phone, and I searched several streets nearby but couldn't find you. I called the hotel front desk and told them you had just returned, so I rushed back to find you. When I entered the room, I realized something was wrong. I called you, but you didn't answer. I could only hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, but it didn't sound like you were taking a shower. I called you twice, and you answered..." At this point, my aunt's face immediately flushed with embarrassment. She looked away from my face and continued, "I couldn't be embarrassed and went into the bathroom, only to find you submerged in the bathtub... without even clothes on... You naughty boy... You shouldn't scare your aunt by being naked!"... After saying this, the aunt's embarrassment deepened... But she didn't stop there and continued, "That's not all! You little rascal, do you know how I woke you up?" I shook my head blankly… My aunt smiled sweetly… “I won’t say anything about that.”

I immediately understood, and said ingratiatingly, “I know, Auntie, you kissed me!” My aunt said angrily, “That was CPR! What time is it? I can’t care about that now…” I put on a sincere expression and asked, “Auntie, how did it feel?” My aunt turned her face away and said, “I didn’t feel anything.” I pressed, “How did it feel?” My aunt said in a low voice, “Whatever you feel, that’s what I feel…” As soon as my aunt entered the room, she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing.

Suddenly, I heard my aunt calling from the bathroom. It turned out that my aunt had forgotten to bring her bra. I opened my aunt’s suitcase and took out the bra. It seemed that something else had fallen out with it. I bent down to pick it up and was immediately stunned.

Three condoms were lined up in my hand.

I didn’t dare to look and quickly stuffed them back in. I went to the bathroom and handed the bra to my aunt.

Back on the bed, my mind was racing. Was my aunt hinting at something? Why else would she ask me to bring her a bra, and what a coincidence—the condom was inside!

A wave of nervousness washed over me, mixed with a strange excitement. My

aunt came out after her shower, wearing a pinkish-purple nightgown. Her bra and panties were faintly visible under the light.

She stretched lazily by the bed, smiling at me, and said, "Little devil, have you seen enough? Come over and massage my feet." She then stretched her legs out in front of me.

When my fingers touched her alluring little feet,

my last line of defense finally crumbled.

I slowly moved my hands upwards, tentatively asking, "Auntie, something fell out when I was getting your clothes." My

aunt blushed, laughing and scolding, "You naughty boy, why are you rummaging through my things? You saw everything! I prepared that thing thinking I could come with him, but now I don't need it."

She then gave me a knowing look.

I gently massaged my aunt's feet, slowly moving upwards, to her calves and thighs.

My aunt seemed to enjoy it, her eyes tightly closed.

I pulled her close, hugged her tightly, and passionately kissed her lips, earlobes, and… My aunt kept her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased.

I held my aunt and lay down on the bed… After a passionate night, when I woke up in the morning, my aunt nestled tightly in my arms, gently pinching my nose. "You little rascal, haven't you been wanting this for a long time?"

I kissed my aunt's face and said tenderly, "Auntie, I want to love you forever." My aunt sighed softly and said, "You're such a child."

That trip with my aunt was like a couple enjoying love and sex.

Later, my aunt left that city to develop her career in Shenzhen, and I got my first girlfriend.

But deep down, I still deeply loved my aunt.

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