[Urban] Illegitimate Daughter Yilian (Complete) - 16-18

Volume 1, Chapter 1: The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili.

There is a very famous Italian film starring the supermodel Monica Bellucci, which is also her breakthrough role. The film is called "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili," and it tells the story of a small town during Mussolini's rule in Italy during World War II. It is an extremely beautiful story, the story of a naive young boy and a stunningly beautiful young woman.

When I was thirteen years old, I saw that movie in a private video arcade and became infatuated with my next-door neighbor on the same floor, a beautiful young woman ten years older than me, whom I should nominally call Auntie. She had worked in a profession that always filled men with filthy fantasies—a nurse.

I was born in a small village in the south. When I was a few years old, my parents died in an accident. I was adopted by a couple who could not have children. My adoptive father was a county official, and my adoptive mother was a teacher, but she also passed away when I was eight years old. My adoptive father, devastated by the loss of his wife, was also implicated at work and dismissed from his public service position. He went into business and quickly built a successful business. Because his company was located in another city, he was rarely home, and I lived a lonely but free and materially comfortable life.

My adoptive father never bought property in the small county town, so I continued to live in my old residence, left behind by my adoptive father, a civil servant for his entire life. It was an old-style, square-shaped residential complex, somewhat like a courtyard house in Beijing. All four sides were six stories high, and on the side facing the road, there was a wide, one-story-high passageway. At the entrance was a small mailroom where an old man lived as the gatekeeper. His job was to open the iron gate every morning, monitor the flow of people in and out, and lock it again at night. His salary was originally paid by the government, but later it was shared by the residents of the complex.

Inside the residential complex, there's a courtyard surrounded by houses, where residents relax and play. In the courtyard stands a tall, ever-lush autumn jasmine tree, said to be several hundred years old. There are many households in the complex; when I first arrived, I counted them carefully—thirty-two in total.

Our family lives on the second floor, on the north side, the second apartment on the left. Next door is the Zhou family, who also live with Zhang Xueyan. Zhang Xueyan is the beautiful young woman I've been infatuated with since I was thirteen.

I first saw Zhang Xueyan when I was ten. It was summer, hot, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly in the autumn jasmine tree. In short, it was a very irritating day. I was shirtless, leaning on the railing, staring blankly at the ground. Sunlight and the shadows of the leaves fell on it, rippling like water.

Suddenly, laughter and chatter came from inside the courtyard. I glanced up, but saw nothing. Then I heard the clear clatter of high heels on the floor. It was an era when not everyone could afford high heels. I heard that Old Wang's wife upstairs bought a pair when she got married, but she only wore them on holidays. Soon

, two figures came into view: Zhou Yatong from next door was leading a woman. The woman had a long ponytail, wore a white dress with light red flowers, revealing her slender legs, and wore white high heels. Each step made a soft, melodious sound, like short, intermittent musical notes. The dress cinched at the waist like a willow branch. Before I even entered puberty, in my naivety, I already had an appreciation for beauty. Perhaps that's inaccurate. Appreciation of beauty shouldn't be limited by age; men should be born with an appreciation for beauty.

So, my inherently lewd nature as a man led me to judge from her back view alone that she must be a beautiful woman. Eager to catch a glimpse of her lovely face, my gaze followed them intently. After they entered the stairwell, I quickly shifted my focus to the exit of the second-floor left staircase. My spirits lifted considerably; before, I'd been completely listless.

Their figures gradually emerged from the stairwell, and just their faces were enough to leave me speechless. Back then, my vocabulary was limited, and I just thought, "Wow, there are women this beautiful in the world!" Later, as my vocabulary expanded, I tried to apply those words of praise to her, but no matter how I tried, they always felt inadequate, failing to adequately describe her. Her figure was, of course, undeniably stunning, but at the time, I wasn't particularly interested in her other features and didn't pay much attention to them. At that age, a boy's appreciation of a woman is probably limited to her face.

Zhou Yatong whistled at me and shouted, "Hey kid, what are you staring at?"

"Looking to see which girl you brought back today,"

I retorted, whistling back without backing down.

This worked. Zhang Xueyan stared intently into his eyes, while Zhou Yatong explained with a forced smile, "Don't believe him, that kid's just talking nonsense."

He raised his fist at me, "You better watch out, or Uncle Tong will teach you a lesson." I stuck my tongue out at him and quickly ran inside. Hearing the door close

next

door, I rushed over and pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop. Moments later, I heard that familiar moaning sound. At that moment, I would lean over the balcony and shout, "There's a pervert! Everyone come and catch the pervert!"

After shouting, I would run downstairs, hide in a corner of the yard, and then see Zhou Yatong rush out of his house, look around, curse a couple of times, and then go back inside. I could then swagger home.

Zhou Yatong was a celebrity in our neighborhood, even a big celebrity in our area. His father was the deputy director of a county-level unit; he hadn't studied much, but thanks to his father's connections, he had a stable job. I heard from the people in the courtyard that he never went to work, only going to his workplace to collect his salary on the 30th of each month. He had a large group of friends and a notorious nickname: "Little Tyrant of a Hundred Flowers." The implication was that he was not only extremely promiscuous but also domineering and tyrannical. All the children in the courtyard were afraid of him, except for me. This was because my adoptive father was his father's boss.

I knew his character very well, but I never envied his many brothers or women, nor was I jealous of his glamorous life. In fact, I didn't need my adoptive father's guidance or instructions; I told myself from the bottom of my heart that I must never become like Zhou Yatong. I despised his character. He had squandered all the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. At the time, I truly felt that way; I was too heavily brainwashed. I deeply believed in the civilized dogmas of society.

After that first encounter, I often saw Zhang Xueyan. She seemed very arrogant and never gave anyone in the courtyard a second glance. At the end of that year, Zhou Yatong actually married Zhang Xueyan. Everyone was very surprised. After all, his reputation was that of a womanizer; no one had ever seen him stay with any woman for more than three months. He had settled down, and the only ones who should be relieved were his family. Everyone, however, couldn't help feeling sorry for Zhang Xueyan. How could such a beautiful girl end up with such a scoundrel? The more they thought about it, the angrier they became, until they were practically grinding their teeth in hatred. For Zhang Xueyan, she had successfully married a privileged son of an official, quitting her job as a nurse at the hospital to become a full-time housewife.

Logically, Zhou Yatong, having married such a stunning beauty as Zhang Xueyan, should have cherished his good fortune and lived a peaceful life. Of course, these were just other people's opinions. If Zhou Yatong thought that way, he wouldn't be Zhou Yatong. He quickly grew tired of Zhang Xueyan and resumed his old ways of fooling around, his scandalous affairs spreading like wildfire.

Many people were heartbroken and felt indignant for Zhang Xueyan. They just couldn't understand it. Many of them felt that they would die happy if they could sleep with Zhang Xueyan, but Zhou Yatong treated their goddess that way; he was utterly inhuman.

One night, I heard a commotion next door, followed by Zhou Yatong slamming the door and leaving, and Zhang Xueyan weeping pitifully. Their arguments and fights became more and more frequent, almost a daily occurrence. If they didn't argue for a few days, everyone would find it strange. Even stranger was that despite enduring so much grievance and pain, Zhang Xueyan never considered divorce.

Someone answered my question: she couldn't bear to give up the good life in the Zhou family.

For the first two years of their marriage, I remained an observer. Finally, at thirteen, that film led me into Zhang Xueyan's later life.

In the late 1980s, China began to lift restrictions. Karaoke parlors and similar establishments appeared and quickly spread, enriching people's otherwise dull leisure time. Zhou Yatong was a frequent visitor to karaoke parlors. The year I entered puberty, video arcades reappeared on a large scale. They played all sorts of good movies, especially Hong Kong films. Stephen Chow's comedies always made people laugh uncontrollably. Beautiful actresses like Joey Wong and Maggie Cheung became national sweethearts. Most single men's homes had posters of them on their walls.

That year, I had just started junior high school and had one yuan a day for living expenses. At noon, I would endure hunger to buy two steamed buns, and use the remaining fifty cents to go to the video arcade to watch movies. Back then, all video arcades were the same: it cost fifty cents to enter, and they would play one movie after another, enough to watch all day. But once you left, you had to pay again to go back.

It was Friday. On my way to school, I saw a poster for a Stephen Chow movie on the sign at my usual video arcade. I patted my stomach, knowing I'd have to diet again for lunch.

After school, Xu Xiaohu, who lived in the same building as me, chased after me, tugging at my sleeve and saying, "Shen Nan, let's go watch a video arcade together."

His parents were factory workers, and his family was poor. I asked, "Where did you get the money?"

He patted his pocket: "I saved it by being frugal. Come with me today, I'll take you to a video arcade, it's cheap and the movies are good." "Do they have Stephen Chow

movies

?"

I was eager to see his comedies, so I pressed on.

Xu Xiaohu paused for a moment and said, "Yes, they have all kinds of movies. I guarantee that if you come with me this time, you'll want to go again next time."

I followed him in the opposite direction from home, and after walking for more than ten minutes, he led me into a residential building.

I asked suspiciously, "Are you taking me to see a movie, or to steal something from someone's house?"

Xu Xiaohu, a fat man, panted and pointed upstairs, saying, "Don't rush, the video arcade is on the top floor."

"What kind of video arcade is it? How did you find it in this godforsaken place?"

"Someone brought me here."

When we got to the third floor, I noticed a line of words written on the wall. I leaned closer and examined it carefully for a while, recognizing the words: "Pistol for sale, birth permit processing, professional abortion clinic, etc. Contact: A-Gui, Address: Under the first crooked jujube tree on the south slope of the back hill of East Street."

I caught up with Xu Xiaohu and said, "Let's go back and take a look, I found something new."

Xu Xiaohu said dismissively, "I already knew what was written on the wall."

I said with great interest, "Brother, let's go to the south slope and take a look, he's selling pistols."

"Damn, we're not gangsters, why would we buy a pistol?"

Xu Xiaohu stopped, leaned against the wall, and took a couple of deep breaths, saying, "Besides, do you know where there's a crooked jujube tree there..."

I thought about it and realized it was true; I'd been to the south slope many times and had never seen a crooked jujube tree.

After he had rested, we went up to the sixth floor in one go. At the door of the attic, sat an old man with a white beard, holding a large handful of loose change. He was resting with his eyes closed. Hearing the commotion we made upstairs, he only slightly opened one eye.

Xu Xiaohu turned back, took the money from my hand, walked up to the white-bearded old man, and said rudely, "We've come to see a movie."

The old man squinted as he took the money and called into the house, "Third brother, open the door."

The iron door to the attic opened, and a middle-aged man with a full beard poked his head out. He said to the old man, "Dad, did you take the money?"

"Yes,"

the old man replied.

The middle-aged man glanced at the two of us and waved for us to come in: "Hurry up, I'm just changing to a new movie."

After going inside, I was startled because it was pitch black inside, with only the screen's brightness constantly changing, and more than a dozen heads appearing and disappearing.

Xu Xiaohu grabbed me: "Let's sit in the front, we can see better."

We groped our way to the front and sat down, where several adults were sitting next to us. Suddenly the lights came on, and the middle-aged man who had opened the door for us went straight to the television. I looked around and found there were at least twenty or thirty people watching the movie, twice as many as I had expected. Most were adult men, the rest were a few young people, and the only students were Xu Xiaohu and me.

"Kid, you're here for this?"

the adult sitting next to me asked with a smile.

I retorted, "If you can watch it, of course I can too."

After the movie started, the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. I'll give you a brief introduction to this film. It's a foreign film called 'The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili.' It's a very good film and has won many international awards... Okay, I won't take up any more of your time. Please enjoy the movie."

The middle-aged man left just as the prologue finished. The beginning of the film immediately captivated me. So that's how you look at beautiful women?

The film begins with the young protagonist getting a bicycle and rushing to show it off to his classmates. He happens to be told that they are chasing after the most beautiful woman in town, Marilyn, their teacher's woman. Marilyn's appearance drew a chorus of exclamations from the dimly lit room. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Marilyn walked away from the boys on the street. The boys quickly hopped on their bicycles and went to the next intersection to wait for her. It seemed they were just stopping for a rest.

As the story unfolded, I became completely engrossed, wishing I were the young protagonist. After that first viewing, the boy, as the protagonist, fell deeply in love with Marilyn. He often went to Marilyn's house, peering through the windows and indulging in all sorts of bold and imaginative fantasies. But reality unfolded in the exact opposite direction. News arrived from the front lines that Marilyn's husband had been killed in action. Then, all sorts of men began appearing in Marilyn's house. In those harsh wartime conditions, to survive, Marilyn even sold her body. The boy watched helplessly as all this happened. The surge of adolescent hormones led him to commit shameful acts. After his father discovered this, instead of scolding him, he understandingly took him to a brothel to satisfy his physical needs.

Volume 1, Chapter 4: Adolescence.

No matter how much those women flaunted their breasts and tried to seduce him, he remained completely unmoved. Instead, a woman leaning against the door, ignoring him, won his favor. Simply because that woman resembled Marilyn…

The ending of the story is hard to say whether it was good or bad… The war ended, Mussolini fell, Marilyn's husband returned, and the boy said goodbye to Marilyn on the street.

After watching, someone immediately suggested, “Boss, let’s replay the movie.”

“Yes, replay it,”

someone echoed, “It was so good.”

Xu Xiaohu said to me, “Let’s go, we still have to go back to do our homework. Today’s movie wasn’t as good as the one from the other day.”

I said, “Let’s watch it again, we can do our homework later.”

Xu Xiaohu said unhappily, “It’s not good, let’s go back.”

I rolled my eyes at him, thinking he was very tactless. But seeing that he really wanted to leave… I could only say, "Let's look at it again. Look how beautiful that woman is, and how great her figure is, especially those big breasts. I really want to take a bite."

Xu Xiaohu poured cold water on my enthusiasm, saying, "Do you think these are your own steamed buns, to be eaten whenever you want?"

I needed his help, so I couldn't get angry and patiently begged him to let me look at them one more time. As we left, the middle-aged man told us to come back again, but not to let our families or teachers know. By

the time we left the building, it was already dark. I rushed home, only to be met with a beating and scolding from Xu's father, who was waiting at the courtyard gate. Afraid of being implicated by Xu Xiaohu,

I ran back to my own house as fast as I could. Just as I was about to set up the stove to cook, the sound of high heels burst in. I knew it was Zhang Xueyan as soon as I heard the familiar voice. We'd lived next door for several years, and I was always polite and helpful to her. She was kind to me, often bringing me food. So, we had a pretty good relationship. I always considered her an older sister.

As I washed the pots, I called out, "Aunt Yan, you're here?"

I might need to explain here that although Zhou Yatong's father was my father's deputy, I had never been polite to Zhou Yatong. But Zhou Yatong is indeed a generation older than me. I can only call his woman "Auntie." Treating her like an older sister is purely my own choice.

Zhang Xueyan walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door, and glanced into the pot: "What are you planning to make?"

"Noodles,"

I answered simply. I usually eat noodles for dinner.

Zhang Xueyan came up, gently pushed me away, and turned off the stove. She put her slender hand on my shoulder and said, "Come on, let's go to Auntie's house to eat."

I asked, guessing, "Did Uncle Tong and you have a fight while you were cooking, and then he left without even eating?"

Zhang Xueyan didn't answer, but just put her arm around my shoulder and walked outside together. I knew my guess was correct. Wanting to cheer her up, I said, "Uncle Tong is really inconsiderate. Even if you argue, at least eat before you leave."

Zhang Xueyan said, "So, according to you, if you argue with your wife, you'll have to make her cook for you? After you've eaten and drunk your fill, you'll abandon her and go out to be with other women."

"Pshaw, I won't. I'll only ever love one woman in my life,"

I said confidently, my tone expressing more contempt for people like Zhou Yatong.

Zhang Xueyan patted my shoulder and said happily, "Our Shen Ning is great! When you grow up, never be like that bastard Zhou Yatong."

I persisted in seeking the truth, asking, "Did he really just leave?"

Zhang Xueyan sighed softly, biting her red lower lip, "He hasn't come back for three days. He must have gone to that vixen's place."

I thought to myself, is there really someone in this world more like a "vixen" than you? I used "vixen" entirely in a positive sense, to praise her beauty. Because in books and movies, the fox spirits I saw were always beautiful, sexy, and alluring.

We sat opposite each other at dinner. During one of our casual glances, I suddenly noticed something. My gaze never left her face.

Zhang Xueyan quickly realized my infatuation. She looked at me strangely and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

I snapped out of my reverie, shook my head, and looked away. Zhang Xueyan put food on my plate: "Eat more, you're growing during puberty."

Watching her slender, white fingers waving in front of my eyes, I became even more convinced of my belief: she looked remarkably like Marilyn from *Malèna*. Although it's extremely unlikely that Asians and Caucasians would look alike, that's what I truly believed at the time. And this wasn't just about physical appearance.

I said, "How did you know I'm going through puberty?"

"Of course I know,"

Zhang Xueyan said with no small amount of pride. "Your voice has changed, and your Adam's apple is becoming more prominent." (

Volume 1, Chapter 5)

As I ate, I started staring at her again. She was wearing a red long-sleeved shirt; it wasn't too hot yet. The sleeves were very thin, just a thin layer of fine gauze, and even above her chest, it was just a thin veil, revealing her snow-white skin clearly. Below that, nothing was visible except for two high, towering breasts. I didn't know what was going on, but a stranger thought suddenly popped into my head. I was comparing and guessing whether her large breasts hidden under her clothes were as big as Marilyn's in the movies.

Marilyn's large breasts had appeared in movies many times, full and enormous. At home, when she took off her tank top to wash her breasts, she couldn't even hold them in her hands. When that wicked lawyer assaulted her, his filthy hands couldn't even properly grasp her large breasts; instead, they deftly slipped away from his grasp.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Xueyan asked, a little annoyed.

I said sheepishly, "You look a lot like the female lead in a movie."

"Who?"

she asked, her anger turning to delight.

"A foreign film, I forgot the name,"

I deliberately concealed, "Anyway, the female lead in it is as beautiful as you."

Zhang Xueyan covered her mouth and laughed, "You've really grown up a lot; you can even appreciate beautiful women now."

I just smiled. After dinner, as she got up to clear the dishes, I finally saw that Zhang Xueyan was wearing a skirt of the same color, the hem reaching her calves, with a dark red lining underneath, so I couldn't see anything.

Zhang Xueyan came out of the kitchen and said, "Shen Ning, don't go back tonight, sleep at our house."

"Aren't you afraid to sleep alone?"

I asked, puzzled.

Zhang Xueyan pointed to the floor, her face filled with fear, and said, "Old Wang's son downstairs was released today, wasn't he? He saw me today and even came over and sat for a while. I'm afraid he'll come knocking on the door tonight. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here."

"Okay, then where will I sleep?"

"The room isn't that big, you'll have to make do for one night. You can sleep on a makeshift bed next to my bed."

"Is that appropriate?"

"You're just a kid, what's inappropriate about that?"

Zhang Xueyan said nonchalantly.

I nodded in agreement. I couldn't quite explain it myself, but I suddenly had a delusional urge to be close to her.

To avoid being disturbed by Old Wang's son downstairs, we didn't watch TV in the living room. We turned off the outside lights and went back to our room to sleep on the floor.

Zhang Xueyan said, "Lie down for a while, I'll go take a shower and then come back to relieve you."

I'd been in her room many times before, and I had no interest in looking around carefully. I lay down on the makeshift bed and closed my eyes. It was too early to feel sleepy at all. Then, scenes from "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili" began to flash through my mind. There was a rather long fantasy section in the story. One scene depicted Marina bound to a high platform by a group of savage tribesmen, clad only in thin clothing, her long, slender legs completely exposed. The tribesmen cheered and shouted, seemingly intending to sacrifice her to their gods. At the crucial moment, a young man appeared. He descended from the sky, machine gun in hand, and opened fire on the crowd. Terrified screams erupted as the crowd scattered. The young man landed safely on the platform, untied Marina, and easily laid her down. It seemed the only outcome of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress was for the woman to offer herself in return. The young man deftly parted her thin clothing, revealing most of her full, round breasts. Their lips met without hesitation.

I closed my eyes, lost in thought, even imagining myself as the young man.

"Shen Ning, go take a shower."

The door opened, and Zhang Xueyan entered.

So engrossed in my dream that I was startled by a sudden noise. Seeing me sit up in fright, she took a step back, frowning at me, her hand to her chest, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She had changed into her pajamas, pale yellow, the fabric seemingly revealing only a glimpse of her skin underneath.

"Having a sweet dream,"

I said, slipping on my slippers and heading outside.

As I passed her, Zhang Xueyan slapped my bottom. I turned around in surprise, saying, "Why did you hit me there?"

Zhang Xueyan laughed, raising her hand and slapping me again, saying, "I just hit you, so what?"

I understood that she was simply expressing affection for a child. But I wasn't a child anymore, so being slapped by a woman caused me confusion.

I dodged her, saying, "It's okay, men don't have butts."

I went into the bathroom, still able to hear her laughter coming from the room, like a series of melodious musical notes.

Humming a tune, I took off my clothes and hung them on the hook, two bright red undergarments catching my eye. I don't know what it was about them that attracted me, but I actually reached out to touch them, though I knew there was a real desire to do so. The moment I touched them, it felt like a thin current traveled from them to my fingers. I felt like I'd been pricked by a needle, and immediately pulled my fingers back, only to reach out again, unwilling to give up, until I had the bright red bra completely in my hand. The fabric of the bra was smooth and soft; I held it in my hand, gently caressing it. In the quiet bathroom, I could clearly hear my own heart pounding. (

Volume 1, Chapter 6: A Beautiful Neighbor)

Holding Zhang Xueyan's bra, her large breasts immediately appeared in my mind, followed by her face. But then it wasn't her anymore, but Marina from the movie. I shook my head, trying to recall Zhang Xueyan's face. I imagined her face, marveling at her beauty, and how she would look wearing that bright red bra. But all of this was too unreal. In "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili," Marina's enormous breasts were the first time in my life I'd ever seen a woman's pair of breasts. So even if I tried my best to fantasize about Zhang Xueyan, it was all just a fantasy of Marina.

Marina was a woman with a natural fragrance; I knew that the first time I got close to her. It was a genuine natural fragrance, like the delicate scent of orchids. It was nothing like the vulgar odor emanating from women who wore perfume, which could be smelled from afar. I brought my bra to my nose and smelled the same scent as hers.

After putting the bra back, I stared at the panties next to me and walked away completely unconcerned. My manhood had somehow become erect. After showering and returning to the room, Zhang Xueyan was already asleep on the bed, a thin blanket covering her. All I could say was that her breasts were incredibly large and full; you could clearly see the rise and fall of her body, her chest standing high. I stared at her for a while, then turned off the light and lay down on the floor.

When I was woken up, the light stung my eyes, and it was still pitch black outside. I sat up and saw Zhou Yatong standing in the doorway, staring at me in shock.

"So you know how to come back?"

Zhang Xueyan also sat up.

Zhou Yatong said coldly, "I lost, so I came back to get some money."

My back ached from sleeping on the floor, so I threw back the covers and got up, saying, "Uncle Tong, it's good that you're back. I'm going back to my own place to sleep."

"You can sleep here. I'll leave right away,"

Zhou Yatong said, rummaging through drawers and cabinets for something.

I turned my head angrily and said, "Couldn't you have left earlier? It's not uncomfortable for me to sleep on the floor."

Zhou Yatong stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhang Xueyan standing to the side, saying, "Why did you let him sleep on the floor?"

Zhang Xueyan said, "Old Wang's son is out, and I'm afraid he'll come knocking on the door at night. You're not home, so I had to call Shen Ning over to keep me company."

"That bastard's out,"

Zhou Yatong said with a laugh, "I bet you guys he'll be back in less than three months."

I teased, "Uncle Tong, you'd better watch yourself out there, don't end up in there too." "Tch,"

Zhou Yatong scoffed, "You're not a kid anymore, don't be so disrespectful to me."

With that, he grabbed a small black bag and was about to leave. I quickly stopped him, but he glared at me, brushed my hand away, and walked away.

Looking at the closed door, I said to Zhang Xueyan, "Auntie Yan, you're just going to let him leave like that?"

Zhang Xueyan went back to bed, pulled up the sheet, and hugged her knees, saying, "If I didn't let him leave, did I expect him to beat me up before he left?"

I said, "Are you used to it?"

"Anyone would be used to it,"

Zhang Xueyan said.

I turned off the light and went back to the narrow floor mat. Zhang Xueyan grabbed my arm: "The floor mat is uncomfortable, come sleep on the bed."

"How can I? I'm an adult, how can I sleep with you?"

I said embarrassedly.

Zhang Xueyan said, "You're an adult my foot, I told you to come up and sleep here."

I hesitated for a while, thinking that since Zhou Yatong hadn't said anything, there really wouldn't be any problems. So, after her third urging, I tiptoed onto Zhang Xueyan's bed.

Zhang Xueyan moved to the other side and lay down. When I lay down to pull her sheet up, she snatched it back: "Cover your own, who told you to share a bed with me?"

"Oh."

I then pulled the sheet from the floor mat onto the bed.

The bed wasn't very big, but because I was lying against one side of the bed, there was enough space in the middle.

After I heard the sound of her turning over, Zhang Xueyan said, "Shen Ning, do you think it's a good idea for me to divorce Zhou Yatong?"

"Are you willing to do that?"

"Why wouldn't I be willing?"

Zhang Xueyan's tone was like that of a wronged little girl: "He's not good to me at all. He beats and scolds me all the time, you know that best. I have several small scars on my body that I can't get rid of. What else can I do if I don't divorce him? You don't want to watch me be beaten and tortured to death by him, do you?"

I said bluntly, "But everyone says that you can't bear to part with the Zhou family's wealth. Grandpa Zhou and Uncle Tong both have jobs, and their family is very rich."

"Oh dear."

Zhang Xueyan pinched me unhappily. "Are you even on my side? You're just listening to the gossip in the yard. Even if the Zhou family is well-off, how well-off can they be? His father is a deputy director, and your father is a director. Zhou Yatong found a civil servant job because of his father; won't you be able to benefit from your father's connections in the future? If we're talking about good conditions, wouldn't your family be even better off? If we're only looking at conditions, then why did I choose him instead of you?"

I

chuckled. "Aunt Yan, don't tease me. I'm ten years younger than you. You can't choose me anyway."

Zhang Xueyan let out a short, clear laugh, and her hand actually touched my face. She said, "Who says I can't? I can choose you anytime I want. It's a piece of cake."

Not quite understanding the meaning behind her words, I thought she was teasing me. I said with great dissatisfaction, "I'm a member of the Communist Youth League, I won't fall for your sweet talk, I can withstand any test."

Zhang Xueyan couldn't help but laugh at my words. After laughing, she suddenly rolled over and whispered in my ear, "Don't tell anyone what I told you tonight."

I turned my head away and said, "Okay."

My actions were purely instinctive. In my youth, everyone was relatively conservative, but deep down we all yearned for openness. So, from the bottom of my heart, I wanted to get closer to her, ideally with some intimate gestures.

Zhang Xueyan added, "Actually, I really am planning to divorce Zhou Yatong. I've only told you this secret, so please keep it a secret."

I nodded firmly.

She told me this secret because we were close, like siblings. Secondly, I was probably the only person in the courtyard she trusted.

Since marrying Zhou Yatong, Zhang Xueyan hadn't worked, so she had no social connections. No one else in the courtyard was close to her. The men liked to look at her and get close, but that was all lust for her beauty, with ulterior motives. The women in the courtyard were either jealous of her looks or worried that she would bewitch their men, so they harbored strong hostility towards her. Naturally, she had no close female friends.

Unfortunately, before Zhang Xueyan could finalize her divorce, something unexpected happened. Soon after, a major incident occurred in the courtyard.

After telling me her secret, Zhang Xueyan lay back down in her original spot.

I couldn't sleep, feeling somewhat agitated. I wasn't entirely sure why, but I knew it was related to Zhang Xueyan.

After a long while, Zhang Xueyan said, "Why aren't you asleep? You're tossing and turning, keeping me awake too."

I said, "I'm a little scared."

Zhang Xueyan reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "How about this? When I was at home, my younger brother needed to hold my hand to fall asleep."

In a daze, I climbed on top of Zhang Xueyan. She seemed to know what I wanted to do, spreading her legs and wrapping her arms around my back. I thrust into her dark, pubic area. An indescribable sensation instantly spread throughout my body.

With a gasp, I opened my eyes. It was already dawn, and the first rays of sunlight were creeping up the window. I recalled the dream I'd just had, and turned to look at Zhang Xueyan. She was sleeping peacefully. Our hands were still clasped together. I gently squeezed hers; the delicate feel made me reluctant to let go.

Just then, Zhang Xueyan's eyelashes fluttered, and the first ray of sunlight streaming through the window fell on them, refracting into tiny sparkles. She opened her eyes, turned to look at me, and asked, "Awake?"

I said, "Just woke up."

Zhang Xueyan tried to pull her hand away, but I held on tightly. She said, "What are you doing? Taking advantage of your auntie?"

I shamelessly said, "I want to sleep a little longer."

Zhang Xueyan said, "I can't sleep anymore. I have to get up and cook. You can eat here for breakfast."

I nodded and closed my eyes, unwilling to let go of her hand. Zhang Xueyan had no choice but to tickle my armpit, which finally allowed her to remove her hand.

"Shen Ning, what's that strange smell? Can you smell it?"

Zhang Xueyan suddenly said.

I sniffed. "I can't smell anything."

"This smell comes from the bed,"

Zhang Xueyan said, pulling back the covers. Then she exclaimed, "Oh, it's you..."

I sat up, puzzled, and looked in the direction she was looking. My crotch was wet. I was so ashamed I wanted to die. How could a grown man like me wet the bed? I quickly moved away; thankfully, the sheets weren't wet.

"How many times has this happened?"

Zhang Xueyan asked softly.

I was too embarrassed to answer. I didn't even grab my clothes and ran straight home. I closed the door and quickly changed my underwear. Lying on my bed, I tossed and turned, wondering how I would ever face Zhang Xueyan again.

Not long after, Zhang Xueyan knocked on the door. I opened it after a while. When I saw her smiling face, I quickly lowered my head.

Zhang Xueyan said, "Come on, come eat with me."

I turned around and leaned against the door, "No, I'm too embarrassed to face anyone."

Zhang Xueyan said, "It's okay, men are like this during puberty. Women are even more embarrassed during puberty."

I thought she really didn't know how to comfort people, and retorted, "Who said men wet the bed during puberty?"

Volume 1, Chapter 8, Physiological Reactions

"Bedwetting?"

Zhang Xueyan was taken aback, then laughed and said, "You think you wet the bed... Hahaha... Did you waste your junior high school years? Didn't your biology teacher teach you physiology?"

I roughly understood now, and said, "It's not bedwetting, it's a physiological reaction during puberty?"

Zhang Xueyan nodded. I confirmed again, "Are you sure you're telling the truth?"

"Oh dear."

Zhang Xueyan impatiently took my arm, "Come eat with me first, and after we eat, I'll find you a book, and then you'll understand everything. It's really nothing, you should be worried if you don't have these reactions during puberty."

I believed her, but I still felt a little embarrassed, after all, the woman I dreamed about last night was her. I kept my head down the whole time we ate.

After dinner, Zhang Xueyan cleaned up in the kitchen while I watched TV in the living room. I was eager to go home, but I was worried about the book she had promised me, and I was too embarrassed to ask for it, so I had to hold back for now.

Not long after, Zhang Xueyan came out of the kitchen. Looking at the television, she asked knowingly, "What are you watching?"

I pointed to the TV: "Xiao Yi's *Gan Shijiu Mei*."

Zhang Xueyan nodded gently: "This is good! I've even read the original novel."

I was overjoyed, jumping up and grabbing her shoulders: "Really? Give it to me, I want to read it!"

Zhang Xueyan said reluctantly, "A child should be studying, not reading novels."

I squatted down, hugging her thigh and pleading, "Auntie Yan, please! Just let me see that book, and I can grant you three wishes."

Zhang Xueyan smiled and leaned back on the sofa, tapping her thigh with her long, slender fingers: "Give me a massage."

I had never done this before, and said awkwardly, "Auntie Yan, I don't know how."

Zhang Xueyan's red lips curled slightly, seemingly arrogant yet coquettish: "You said it yourself, to grant me three wishes."

Since it was a debt I owed, I had no choice but to repay it myself. I placed my hand on one of her legs, gently massaging it through her thin jeans. "Alright then, I'm the magic lamp of Aladdin, now I'll grant you your first wish."

After a while, Zhang Xueyan actually closed her eyes in enjoyment, her face showing complete relaxation and contentment. She was wearing a pink short-sleeved top, which was already short, and with her movement, it revealed her navel. Her slender waist was fair and smooth, without a single blemish. I don't know what I was thinking, but I really wanted to kiss her waist. Of course, I didn't have the courage.

I switched to her other leg and continued massaging. The contentment and relaxation on Zhang Xueyan's face were no longer visible; I guessed she must have fallen asleep. To be safe, I softly called, "Auntie Yan, Auntie Yan."

Zhang Xueyan didn't respond. I cautiously glanced at the window, then looked at Zhang Xueyan again, and then leaned in and gave her a light, fleeting kiss on her waist. After all, it was my first time kissing a woman, and my face immediately turned red; I could feel it burning.

"Ahem."

I turned my head at the sound and saw a fleeting figure at the window disappear in an instant. I opened the door and chased after her

. The courtyard was bathed in sunlight, and birdsong could be heard from time to time, but I didn't see a single person. I held my burning face, recalling the scene just now, and finally concluded that I was just too nervous and was hallucinating. "Shen Ning..." "Coming."

Before entering the house, I looked around suspiciously.

Zhang Xueyan stretched and straightened her legs, saying, "Where did you run off to? I asked you to massage my legs for a while, but you didn't want to... Hey, why is your face red?"

I looked outside and said, "I got sunburned just now."

Zhang Xueyan said disbelievingly, "Liar, did you stick your face to the sun?"

I stared at her slender waist that was still exposed, pursed my lips, and said, "Aunt Yan, I've already massaged your legs, so give me the book."

"No."

Zhang Xueyan said, "You've only fulfilled my first wish. I'm a little thirsty, go get me some water."

I poured her some water, and she took it with a smile, saying thank you. After taking a sip, she covered her chest, and I didn't know what her reaction was. But one thing was very clear: her large, prominent breasts almost covered the area below her neck and above her stomach, so her hand was actually on her breasts.

For many years, I've had a question: when women with large breasts put their hands on their breasts, can they really feel their heartbeat? As soon as

Zhang Xueyan put down her cup, I eagerly asked, "Auntie Yan, what's your third wish?"

Zhang Xueyan thought for a moment, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I haven't thought of one yet. Can you grant it for me when I've thought of one?"

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling; that sounded like a line from a movie.

I stepped forward and pleaded, "What about the books I wanted?"

Zhang Xueyan didn't answer, got up, went into the room, and slammed the door shut. A short while later, she came out with two books in her hands. I reached out to grab them, but she held them protectively in front of her chest.

Volume 1, Chapter 9: Puberty Physiology Class.

I immediately changed my expression, pretending to be very obedient and extending my hands. Zhang Xueyan was finally satisfied and handed me the first book: "This is it, it's brand new."

Seeing the title, *Gan Shijiu Mei*, I excitedly let out two strange laughs. Zhang Xueyan glanced at me, and the other book landed in my hands as well. She said, "Take a good look, *Puberty Physiology Lessons*. Read it carefully when you get home."

I said rather embarrassedly, "No need, I can just ask you if I don't understand anything."

Zhang Xueyan playfully slapped me, scolding, "You're taking advantage of your aunt again, aren't you? Take it home and read it yourself. Don't make a fuss over every little physiological change."

I chuckled, put *Gan Shijiu Mei* on top, and without saying goodbye, ran straight home.

I leaned back in my chair, casually tossing aside *Puberty Physiology Lessons*, and opened *Gan Shijiu Mei* to read. It took me a whole day to finally finish the book. I was overjoyed, feeling like I had found a treasure. At the same time, I began to feel dissatisfied with the TV series because too many plot points deviated from the original story.

Because I had been looking down while reading, my neck was stiff and sore. I twisted and rubbed it for a while, but the pain persisted. So I went downstairs for some fresh air. The sunset was a beautiful red, and a gentle breeze was blowing. The streets were filled with people hurrying home after work.

In those days, women's clothing was somewhat conservative, but in the summer, women still vied to wear skirts. Some were long enough to reach their rounded ankles, while others were short enough to reveal only a small section of thigh, mostly knee-length skirts. The calves were completely exposed, making it immediately clear whether they were long and sexy. This was far less prevalent than the later era of miniskirts and black stockings.

Black stockings, while adding charm and sexiness, also had a certain corrective effect on leg shape. Therefore, I've always thought that in the era before black stockings were popular, it was truly an eyesore for women with thick legs to expose their legs.

Of course, in those days, there were still women in the small town who were at the forefront of fashion. They paraded around in clothes that were considered bizarre at the time, becoming the object of pointing fingers, even ridicule and slander from other women who were far behind in fashion.

It seemed to be a beautiful evening. After reading a martial arts novel I liked, I unexpectedly encountered a woman dressed in strange clothes on the street. She was sitting on a stone bench by the roadside, wearing a pair of large sunglasses, with a large, leafy tree above her head. Her sunglasses almost covered half of her face, and she wore a white hat with a wide brim. Her long hair was loose. She wore a dress without sleeves, with two knots at the shoulders, and the neckline was low, seemingly revealing a glimpse of the scenery. Below, her snow-white thighs were exposed, her legs were very slender, and she wore a pair of white high heels. Her outfit earned her a 100% head-turning rate.

I admired her attire, but seeing her sitting alone on that long stone bench, I was too embarrassed to approach her. Because of my family background, I've always been quite bold, except when it comes to women, I'm particularly awkward. This is probably because I grew up in a single-parent family.

To see her a little longer, I sat down on the stone bench opposite her, pretending to wait for someone, acting nonchalant each time I glanced at her. Soon, someone sat down next to her, and one after another, the stone bench opposite her filled with people, all men. I was convinced that every one of them had ulterior motives.

Someone started talking to her; she nodded, whispered something, stood up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked straight towards me. I quickly turned my face away. The passing crowd seemed to turn black and white, except for her, who was now in color and approaching me. Sure enough,

she sat down on the stone bench next to me.

"Little brother, can you do me a favor?"

Hearing her voice, I was secretly pleased, but I had to pretend to be nonchalant. Turning my head, I saw her take off her sunglasses. Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She was certainly beautiful, with a lovely round face, but it was a pity she looked to be nearing thirty; I had imagined she was a girl in her early twenties.

"Go ahead and say it,"

I replied in a flat tone, but politely.

She smiled, pursed her lips, and pointed at the men opposite her with her sunglasses, saying, "Come sit with me on the left. They'll definitely come back to sit here later. I hate them. You're a little man, protect your aunt, okay?"

Afraid that agreeing would make me seem frivolous, I haughtily replied, "Why would I sit there? I don't like sitting with women."

She chuckled and said, "Just help your aunt, okay?"

I thought for a moment and finally nodded, "Okay. But you have to understand, you're the one asking me to help you. I'm not like those hooligans."

"I know,"

she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stone bench beside her. " You're so clever for your age."

(Chapter 10, Volume 1: The Secret Discovered )

Once seated, she couldn't resist chattering away, asking all sorts of questions. My adoptive father had strict rules against revealing my family background, so most of my answers were lies. During our conversation, I learned her name was Zhou Li, and she had a six-year-old daughter.

As Zhou Li had said, the person sitting opposite quickly moved over. The man next to me, who had been holding back for a while, started chatting with me when Zhou Li turned to look at her pager. He asked to switch seats with me and even offered me a dollar to bribe me. I had my hands in my pockets, wanting to pull out a ten-dollar bill and give it to him to get lost, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Zhou Li put the pager back in her bag, stood up, and said, "My husband and daughter are waiting for me up ahead, I have to go now. Thank you for today, little brother. You're welcome to come to my house sometime."

I said, "But I don't know the way."

She thought for a moment, sat down again, took out a pen and paper from her bag, wrote down the pager number, and handed it to me: "When you're going, just page me, and I'll call you."

I thanked her and waved goodbye. Looking back at the many green, wolfish eyes, I clutched the piece of paper with Zhou Li's pager number tightly and ran away.

I bought two packs of instant noodles at a store near my house and took them home. The Zhou family's house was pitch black; I didn't know where Zhang Xueyan had gone. While I was eating my noodles, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw it was Old Wang's bastard son.

I feigned surprise and said, "Brother, when did you get home?"

He sat down before saying, "Not long ago. You've been living the good life at home, haven't you? Your dad's out there eating and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Why don't you go along and sneak a bite?"

I said, "I'm fine with noodles... Is there something you need? My dad usually stays at his workplace and doesn't come home."

"Oh,"

Old Wang's son nodded in response, "I'm not looking for your dad, I'm here to see you."

"Looking for me?"

I was completely baffled.

He said definitively, "I came here specifically to see you..."

He paused and said, "I just got out of school, and I'm really short on cash. I'm asking to borrow some money from you, and I'll definitely give it to you in a few days."

I immediately refused, "Brother, don't joke around. I'm just a middle school student, where would I get any money? My weekly allowance isn't even enough. Otherwise, I'd be eating instant noodles."

Old Wang's son sat down in the chair opposite me, lit a cigarette, and slowly said, "I don't need much, just two or three hundred will do."

I was puzzled. He didn't seem like he came to borrow money at all; he was clearly here to collect a debt. I immediately felt annoyed. It was one thing for him to bully others, but he was even bullying me! My adoptive father was a county-level official, after all. How could I let him act so arrogantly in front of me?

I put down the bowl and said bluntly, "I don't have any money to lend you. If you want to borrow, wait until my dad comes back."

Old Wang's son flicked his cigarette butt: "When I passed by the Zhou family's window today, I saw you and Zhou Yatong's wife being quite affectionate. You not only touched her thigh, but also kissed her waist..."

I was horrified. I never imagined that the fleeting figure was him. Only then did I realize he was trying to blackmail me.

My face flushed red as I denied it, saying, "Don't talk nonsense! I was just massaging Aunt Yan's legs to borrow books."

Old Wang's son changed to a harsh tone: "That's your business. I only believe what I see. Zhou Yatong will be back tonight, right?"

His words really frightened me, after all, I did kiss her. If Zhou Yatong found out, or if the people in the courtyard found out, I probably wouldn't be able to hold my head up in public anymore. As the old saying goes, "Starving to death is a small matter, but losing one's chastity is a great matter."

Without hesitation, I replied, "I don't have that much money. Could you ask for less?"

"Two or three hundred isn't much,"

Old Wang's son said, looking up. "Your dad's a high-ranking bureau chief, you can't expect less pocket money!"

Hearing him accuse my adoptive father of being a corrupt official made me very unhappy, but I didn't dare show it. I said, "I really don't have much pocket money. How about I give you a hundred?"

Old Wang's son thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Here you go, you're getting a good deal."

I went back to my room, locked the door, took out the metal biscuit box hidden under the bed, counted out a handful of loose change, and handed him a hundred.

After carefully counting it, Old Wang's son said with dissatisfaction, "You're too poor, kid. I heard that the son of a section chief gets two or three hundred a week for living expenses. I really don't know how your dad became a bureau chief." With

that, he looked around my house, shook his head, and left.

05-11
Volume 1 Chapter 11 Seeing Black

Hair Xu Xiaohu came knocking on the door early in the morning. I opened the door, rubbing my eyes, and asked, "Isn't it Saturday? What are you doing up so early?"

Xu Xiaohu pulled out five yuan from the pocket of his baggy shorts and waved it in front of me: "My mom gave me money, come play with me."

I thought he was joking and said arrogantly and disbelievingly, "You're just bragging. Your mom would give you money for no reason? ...Damn, you don't want me to go with you to buy soy sauce again, do you?"

"No, it's really for me."

Xu Xiaohu said seriously, "I promised my mom I would go to art class starting this weekend, and she was so happy that she gave me five yuan. You and I are so close, I feel bad spending it alone. Let's go out and play together, and then go see a movie this afternoon."

I thought for a moment, then leaned closer to his ear and said, "Can we see that movie we saw last time? I really want to see that one."

Xu Xiaohu immediately realized: "Are you talking about The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili?"

I nodded vigorously, my smile bordering on sly. "

Yeah, right,"

Xu Xiaohu said smugly. "It's easy. I'm practically family with the owner of that video arcade. I can guarantee he'll show it to you. You're not being nice, are you? Just tell me what's up."

I grabbed a light jacket from inside and rushed downstairs with him. We bumped into Zhang Xueyan, who was carrying her small white bag. She was wearing a light red dress with a bow-tied belt around her waist and high heels. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and her figure was stunning. What I loved most about Zhang Xueyan was her always subtle makeup, so elegant and serene, like a fairy descending from the clouds.

I waved and greeted her, "Auntie Yan, you're back?" Zhang

Xueyan parted her red lips slightly, smiled faintly, and didn't answer.

We watched her walk into the building, feeling puzzled. She had never acted like this before.

Xu Xiaohu shook his head and said, "What a pity, what a pity."

"What's a pity?"

I asked, puzzled.

Xu Xiaohu said impatiently, "What do you mean by 'what's a pity'? A good cabbage wasted on a pig."

I understood that he was referring to Zhang Xueyan and Zhou Yatong. I whispered, "I have inside information. This good cabbage hasn't been eaten by that pig for years. That pig has no sense of right from wrong. Why doesn't he just die?"

Xu Xiaohu put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me outside, saying, "I know why you want Zhou Yatong to die."

Living in the same courtyard, Xu Xiaohu naturally knew more or less about Zhang Xueyan and her husband.

I said angrily, "Because he treats Aunt Yan badly. I think he's out of his mind. He holds a gold ingot but treats her like scrap metal. Don't you think such a person deserves to die?" “

Wrong.”

Xu Xiaohu shook his index finger. “The direct reason you cursed Zhou Yatong to death isn’t that. It’s…”

I ignored his hesitation. Seeing this, he had no choice but to continue, “Look how beautiful Aunt Yan is, you treat her like your dream girl. Once Zhou Yatong dies, you’ll have an opportunity…”

I punched him randomly, “Don’t talk nonsense, I’ve never thought that way.”

Xu Xiaohu, clutching the spot I'd hit, said with a pained expression, "Trying that with me won't work. I won't yield to force. If you like Aunt Yan, just admit it. I have a dream girl too."

I was shocked and quickly asked curiously, "Who is she? Tell me the truth."

Xu Xiaohu played hard to get: "I can tell you, but you have to tell me first, is Aunt Yan your dream girl?"

This question really stumped me. To say yes or no, it seemed like no; to say no, among all the women I know, Aunt Yan is probably the closest to me. Of course, from a male perspective, she's probably my favorite woman, especially after watching the movie "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili."

Under his persistent questioning, I finally nodded and admitted it.

Xu Xiaohu chuckled and said, "Brother, you have good taste. From today onwards, I'll curse Zhou Yatong with you."

I found his words too insidious and retorted, "Have you no shame? A real man should act openly and honestly, not sneakily."

Xu Xiaohu feigned remorse. I also asked him about his dream girl. He told me she was also a young married woman. His mother liked playing mahjong, so she had many mahjong partners, mostly young married women. The young woman Xu Xiaohu liked was not only quite beautiful but also fashionably dressed. Several times, standing behind her, he had glimpsed her large, white breasts through her neckline. The most memorable time was last summer when the young woman came to his house to play mahjong. Because it was hot, she lifted her skirt up to her knees and spread her legs. The sight of Xu Xiaohu crouching down was unforgettable.

I pressed him, both excited and eager, "What did you see?"

Xu Xiaohu turned his head and whispered, "I saw her leopard-print panties, so small and delicate, and lots of curly little black hairs."

"That's it?"

I asked, still wanting more. Xu Xiaohu nodded, "Yeah, it was just one chance, what a pity, I didn't really see what a woman's private parts look like."

I clicked my tongue, feeling sorry for him. In my opinion, he had always been a "progressive young man" when it came to matters of the heart. Xu Xiaohu continued, "Although I haven't seen it in real life, I've seen it in movies. But I don't know if Aunt Yue's private parts are the same as the women's in the movies." I asked, "What's your Aunt Yue's name?" "Xue Yue," Xu Xiaohu said sweetly. I said, "So, do you think there's a chance between you two? What does her husband do?" "He's a salesman, rarely home," Xu Xiaohu said. "I think there's a chance for us. I've heard those aunties talking about her, saying she's very open-minded, and it seems like she's seeing someone else?" I said dismissively, "From your description, she's quite attractive. Her standards for a lover must be high. Do you think a high school student like you has a chance?" Xu Xiaohu thought for a moment and said, "I'm trying to create a miracle. I think I have a good chance. Every time we meet, she's very enthusiastic towards me. Never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore. After I succeed, if you beg me, I'll pass on my secrets to success." I scoffed dismissively. We spent the whole morning wandering around the park, and at noon we each ate a bowl of noodles for one yuan. I paid for it; he needed to save his money for the movies. The afternoon was harder to endure because the video arcade didn't open until four or five in the afternoon. We had no choice but to go to the skating rink to watch others skate. Finally, the time arrived, but compared to Xu Xiaohu's excitement, I hesitated. I said, "Xiaohu, do you think it's appropriate for people our age to watch those kinds of movies?" Xu Xiaohu nonchalantly replied, "What's inappropriate about it? It's a living, breathing sex lesson. You should go with an educational purpose, not to watch pornographic films." I clenched my fist, ready to punch him again. Xu Xiaohu noticed and quickly dodged. He made a defensive gesture and said, "Don't think your fists are that strong. I've been practicing Tongbei Quan recently." I lunged at him, shouting, "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!" "Little Li Flying Dagger!" Xu Xiaohu pretended to throw a dart, then dodged my attack. After a while of fooling around, we finally climbed back up the stairwell to the video arcade, panting. This time, however, the doorman was a different woman. Xu Xiaohu boldly stepped forward and asked, "What movies are good today?" The woman smiled deliberately and asked, "What kind of movie would you like to see?" "A movie where no one is wearing clothes," Xu Xiaohu said without batting an eye. I awkwardly turned away, looking elsewhere. Just then, the curtain leading to the balcony was lifted, and a woman walked in. She looked quite nice, wearing a long white dress, and was slender. She glanced at us, smiled slightly, and greeted us, "Hey guys, come in and watch the movie, it's changing soon." Xu Xiaohu responded enthusiastically, "Coming!" I felt a little strange; why would a woman come to see that kind of movie? Xu Xiaohu paid and pulled me, saying, "Come on in, don't act like some bureau chief's son." I turned my head away, embarrassed to face the smiling doorman. Now I understood why this video arcade chose to show a movie at this time. I've never been a radical youth, so I don't object to this kind of "spiritual pollution." But because of my family background, I value my reputation highly, and I'm worried that if word gets out that I'm here, I'll be ruined. Last time I came to this video arcade, I wasn't too worried because I didn't know much about it. Since the woman who went in earlier only left the door slightly ajar, it was dark inside, just like last time. Only the television at the front of the room was flashing a colorful picture, accompanied by moaning sounds. We sat down in the second row, and I cautiously looked around to make sure I didn't recognize anyone, which reassured me a bit. On the television, a naked man and woman were on screen, the man holding the woman close to him, the woman wrapped in her arms around the man's neck, both of them moving up and down together. The woman's large breasts bounced up and down with their movements. Gasps and moans filled the air. As the man's movements quickened, Xu Xiaohu became increasingly engrossed. I, on the other hand, was starting to panic. This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. If watching *The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili* was a work cloaked in artistic garb, filled with a naive yearning for sex, then the film playing on TV was a completely naked portrayal of the lewd lust between men and women. In my traditionally educated mind, such a film was practically poison; a natural aversion arose within me. But on the other hand, I couldn't completely resist its mystery and allure. During the viewing , I struggled internally, sometimes openly appreciating it, sometimes closing my eyes to avoid it. But avoidance only brought another intense stimulation; the lingering sounds from the TV felt like tiny insects crawling on my heart, their delicate tendrils tickling my restlessness. Suddenly, Xu Xiaohu shoved me. I opened my eyes, looking at him with displeasure. He said irritably, "Are you going to watch or not? I paid for it." I said, "I've been watching the whole time, haven't I?" "Then why are you closing your eyes?"

Xu Xiaohu questioned, "Let me tell you something: if you're a prostitute, don't expect to maintain a virtuous image. Since you're here, just look openly. What's wrong with that? We're not doing anything wrong. We're learning. If you don't watch this first, you won't know what to do when you get married."

I said, "You're talking nonsense. It's not as serious as you make it out to be."

His words still stung me. Hmm, I thought he was right, so I stopped being coy.

After a long time, the woman's private parts that we wanted to see still hadn't appeared. I asked impatiently, "Is it showing up or not? It's been almost half a day, and it hasn't been shown at all."

Xu Xiaohu looked confused, "It'll be soon, just wait a little longer. Isn't it pretty good like this? Look at that woman's breasts, they're really big. It would probably take the two of us and four hands to hold them up."

After the film ended, the woman who seemed to be completely naked didn't actually reveal her private parts. I was furious and angrily questioned, "Are you deliberately lying to me? There was nothing wrong at all!"

Xu Xiaohu said, somewhat aggrieved, "How should I know? This is my first time seeing this movie too."

I ordered, "Go tell the projectionist to show 'The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili' next."

Xu Xiaohu nodded, calmly got up, and walked away. A while later, Xu Xiaohu returned, followed by a woman—the one in the white dress we had seen outside earlier.

After Xu Xiaohu sat down, the woman stepped over his legs and sat next to me. She placed her hand on my lap and said, "Young man, do you want to see 'The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili'?"

"Are you the projectionist?"

I retorted.

She shook her head and smiled, saying, "No, but I can show you movies."

I asked, somewhat confused, "What do you mean?"

Xu Xiaohu coughed, and the woman continued, "Is this your first time here? Let me tell you our rules. If a customer wants to request a movie, they must accept our service."

"What service?"

She moved closer, placing her other arm on my shoulder, which I instinctively flinched away from. She put her arm around my shoulder and said, "What's there to be shy about? Listen to me. Give me five yuan, and I'll show you a movie, and you can even hold me while watching. You can touch me wherever you want."

I looked her over; she seemed alright, except her breasts were rather blurry.

So, I refused her service. Because I've always believed that the first time I do "that" with a woman should only be with the woman I like the most.

The woman said again, "Then I can't play the movie you want. If you don't have anything else, I'll be leaving."

Watching the woman get up to leave, Xu Xiaohu hurriedly stood up and tried to persuade her to stay.

"You really don't want to watch it?"

Xu Xiaohu said resentfully.

I said, "Of course I want to watch it, but she won't let me."

Xu Xiaohu didn't give up and explained in detail. After he finished his earnest explanation, I nodded in agreement. I took out ten yuan and gave it to him, asking him to call the two women behind me.

Besides the woman in the white dress, there was another woman in a red skirt; she was of average appearance and older. She came over and sat down next to me, placing her hand on my leg, just like the other woman. I didn't like her and quickly removed her hand. She didn't give up and placed her hand on my leg again. I frowned, annoyed.

The other woman changed the movie and came back to sit next to Xu Xiaohu. I was even more displeased.

The woman in the red miniskirt said to me, "Hey buddy, don't be scared. There's no one behind us now. Even if someone comes, it's dark and you can't see anything."

I ignored her and said to Xu Xiaohu, "Let's switch."

Xu Xiaohu grabbed the woman's hand warily, "No."

I raised my voice and said, "Are you going to switch or not? I'm the one who pays for you to play with women."

As soon as I said that, Xu Xiaohu was in trouble. Although extremely unwilling, he still accepted the woman in the red miniskirt.

After the woman sat down next to me, she smiled and agreed. I said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't you just sit next to me? Why did you go sit with him again?" She retorted coquettishly, "You have the nerve to blame me? Didn't you look down on him earlier?" I explained, "No, I just wasn't ready." She rested her head

on my shoulder, "Don't be angry, I'll make you feel good later." I said, "I'll just touch you, I won't do 'that' with you." She giggled, "Get lost, who wants to do 'that' with you? Even if you wanted to, five dollars wouldn't be enough." The movie had already started, and I sat up straight, saying, "Don't talk, I want to watch." As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." She didn't let me concentrate on the movie; instead, she very professionally touched and rubbed me all over. This made me lose interest in the movie, and I became increasingly uneasy. The thing in my crotch, which had started as a small caterpillar, quickly became a small steel rod, even a little painfully hard. She noticed my reaction and placed her slender fingers on it. It was better not to touch it; once she did, I couldn't resist. I really wanted to be like the male protagonist in those movies, grab a beautiful woman, strip her naked, and start doing it. I grabbed her hand and tried to stop her, saying, "Don't touch me there, it's uncomfortable." She withdrew her hand and pulled mine, saying, "Then touch me, come on, put your arms around my waist." Her long skirt was thin, and it felt nice to the touch; her waist was slender and graceful. As my hand climbed upwards, I touched the bra strap of her bra. My longing for a woman's body undoubtedly gave me some stimulation. I carefully explored along the bra strap. She turned her head and said, "Want to put your hand inside and touch?" I nodded. She lifted her buttocks, pulled up her skirt, and wrapped it around her waist. Her thighs were completely exposed. Because of the dim light, I couldn't see her skin tone, and I couldn't appreciate her private parts. At that moment, I didn't hesitate at all; I placed my hand on her thigh and stroked it. Her legs had skin as smooth and delicate as cream. I couldn't bear to take my hands off her. Seeing that I had both hands on her thighs, she said, "You can touch inside too." I asked in surprise, "Can I touch that place too?" She smiled and nodded. One hand returned to her waist, while the other continued its exploration, starting with her flat stomach. She willingly parted her legs and pulled my hand down to caress her. Through her panties, I felt a soft mound inside, and after a few touches, some fluid seeped out. I had never experienced this before and wondered if she had urinated. I quickly withdrew my hand and gently reminded her, "You're wet there." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and in the light from the television, I could see her cheeks flushed. She pulled my hand back to hers: "It's okay, you can touch it."

I thought she hadn't understood me, so I repeated myself. She didn't speak, but suddenly sat up and hugged my head. Then I felt two cool, thin lips press against mine. Although I didn't know much about relationships, I felt none of my previous awkwardness or inner struggle in the face of her actions. It was as if it were innate; I also tightly embraced her waist, kissing and licking her red lips.

After kissing her lips for a while, I continued kissing her cheeks and neck. Her neck smelled wonderful, but her face smelled a little unpleasant, made my lips sticky.

I asked, "Are you wearing makeup?"

She nodded, "Next time you come, I won't wear makeup."

I laughed and said, "If you don't wear makeup, won't you be less pretty?"

"Didn't you see me outside just now?"

she said, "Don't you think I'm quite pretty?"

"Mmm,"

I replied. I moved closer to her face, "I want to kiss your lips too."

"Go ahead."

As I kissed her, my hands were no longer around her waist, but instead, they were groping for her bra strap through her clothes. I desperately wanted to slip my hand inside, but there was nowhere to go.

She skillfully guided me from a lip-to-lip kiss to a deep French kiss. Her red lips were cool, like the taste of mint candy. We kissed for a long time until I felt tired, and then I reluctantly let go.

I said, still wanting more, "Let me rest for a bit, I want to kiss you again later."

She wiped her lips, saying, "No, you've kissed me for so long, they'll definitely swell up later."

I said, "Okay then, I'll come back to you next time. You have to let me kiss you as much as I want."

"Sure,"

she replied easily, leaning against me. "You're young, but you're quite tall. Do you still want to touch me down there?"

I answered directly with my actions; it was even wetter than before. I knew it definitely wasn't urine. So I asked, "Can you tell me why you're wet down there?"

She bit my earlobe and whispered, "I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else."

I thought to myself, am I asking for trouble? I'm not going to tell anyone about this.

In Chapter 15 of Volume 1,

she continued, “Women get wet down there when a man touches them. But I’ve been here for over ten days, and you’re the first man to make me this wet. When other men touch me, I just treat it as a transaction. But I’m serious about you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you kiss me for so long.”

“Why?”

I asked, puzzled.

She thought for a moment and said, “I think it’s because you’re so young. I’m twenty-seven, and you’re at most thirteen or fourteen. I’ve never let such a young boy touch me. When you touch me, my body reacts very strongly; it’s so stimulating.”

I mischievously said, “Don’t you think what we’re doing is incestuous?”

She secretly pinched my arm: “What nonsense are you talking about? We’re not related.”

My hands were sticky, so I wiped the sticky stuff directly on her thigh. She didn’t seem to blame me at all.

I reached my hand to the edge of her panties: "Can I put my hand in and touch it? I've always wanted to know what a woman's genitals look like."

"If I let you touch it, you can figure out what a woman's genitals look like?"

I said, "No, but at least I can get a general feel for what it looks like."

She nodded: "Then go ahead and touch it. Actually, I never let men touch me directly there with their hands. They're not clean, and I'm afraid of getting gynecological diseases."

I said, "You're lying. If someone puts their hand in there, it's easy for them to put their hand inside."

“I’ve been doing this for about a year,”

she said. “In my experience, dealing with men isn’t that hard. The moment their hands touch a certain part of my body, I immediately know what they’re going to do next. Besides, look at the situation. What man would dare to be too presumptuous?”

I said skeptically, “So, this is the first time I’ve ever been the first man to put his hand inside and touch someone?”

She chuckled and elegantly covered her mouth with her hand. “Of course not. Some men have put their hands in, but none of them have stayed inside.”

I touched a clump of soft hair, and she reminded me, “Not here, further down.”

Immediately afterward, I touched a wet, moist opening. I played with it carefully, feeling that her vulva was like a seashell with its mouth open. And more and more sticky, wet fluid was being secreted.

She leaned completely against me, and I heard her softly hum twice, saying, "I feel so uncomfortable."

I didn't want to pull my hand away, and retorted, "Isn't that how men touch women in movies?"

"They do that in movies too, but we can't do that,"

she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Actually, she felt uncomfortable, but I felt even more uncomfortable. Restraining our desires was a mutual choice. I think her restraint was largely due to her profession.

She kissed my neck, even gently biting it. She made muffled sounds, suppressed, muffled noises.

"Please stop touching me, I really can't take it anymore."

She reached out to pull my hand away, but she seemed to have no strength.

I was almost losing control myself too, and with a determined heart, I decided to pull my hand away quickly. If I really did *that* with her, the aftereffects would be numerous. I didn't want to harm myself.

I abruptly pulled my hand back, closed my eyes, and lay back in the chair to calm myself. She helped me wipe my hands clean.

Just then, a strange groan came from behind me. I turned around and saw that Xu Xiaohu and the woman in the red dress had moved to the back row. He was leaning back in his chair, his brow furrowed, seemingly in great pain, while the woman in the red dress was constantly waving her hand around his crotch.

I didn't know what they were doing, so I stared intently. The woman next to me nudged me and said, "They're masturbating, let me give you one too."

"No,"

I refused, "I'll just watch them."

"Ahhh..."

Suddenly, Xu Xiaohu couldn't help but scream loudly, and the woman in the red dress also let out an alluring, melodious moan.

Seeing Xu Xiaohu's frightening appearance, I was terrified. After screaming a few times, Xu Xiaohu seemed exhausted, leaning back in his chair without moving. The woman in the red dress threw herself on him and hugged him tightly. Seeing this

, I quickly turned around and hugged the woman next to me as well. She said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Just a hug, we're leaving soon."

We separated when Xu Xiaohu patted my shoulder from behind. For some reason, Xu Xiaohu ran straight out. I glanced at the TV; "The Beautiful Legend of Kekexili" was already playing its ending credits.

I stood up and leaned down to kiss the woman's red lips again: "Will you still be here?"

"Yes,"

she said with a smile, "You can come find me here this afternoon."

I nodded, said goodbye, and left.

I didn't see Xu Xiaohu at the entrance of the building; the woman collecting tickets said he had just gone downstairs. I saw him crouching by the wall, crying, at the corner on the second floor.

I

crouched down and asked, "Xiaohu, why are you crying?"

Xu Xiaohu raised his tear-streaked face, punched himself twice, and said, "I hate myself. How could I not resist temptation? Now look what happened, my first time was with a prostitute. This isn't what I imagined my first time would be like."

I couldn't help but ask curiously, "What was it like then?"

Xu Xiaohu said matter-of-factly, "Of course, it was with Aunt Yue. I like her so much. Even if it wasn't with her, it should have been with Cheng Xiaoman. I've always had a crush on her."

Cheng Xiaoman, whom he mentioned, was a girl in our class; she was quite pretty.

I really didn't expect Xu Xiaohu to do this. But seeing how much he regretted it, I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with my own self-control.

I comforted him, saying, "You're overthinking it. You didn't actually do it with her."

Xu Xiaohu said, "How can you say it wasn't real? She even kissed my...that."

I thought about it and agreed with his point of view; it seemed like they really did do it. I tried to comfort him again, saying, "Why are you like this? Didn't you ask to go find her yourself? Now you regret it. What do you have to regret? You're not a woman. Only women have to cherish their first time."

Xu Xiaohu retorted with tears in his eyes, "Then why don't you do it with the woman in the white dress?"

I was speechless and changed the subject, saying, "Don't cry, let's hurry back. If we're late, your dad will block the door and beat you up again."

Xu Xiaohu wiped away his tears and hurriedly left with me.

From the yard, I saw the front door of the house was open, and I knew it must be my adoptive father returning. I led him to the front door and saw my adoptive father and Zhang Xueyan sitting in the living room, both of them looking quite serious.

I knocked on the door, and they all turned around. I greeted them one by one. My adoptive father smiled and nodded, "Come in quickly, we've been waiting for you."

I said "Oh," and sat down next to Zhang Xueyan. There was a bit of a superior-subordinate relationship between my adoptive father and me; whenever they were together, I always appeared very submissive. I wondered if it was because I had been in a position of authority for so long, but I rarely saw his gentle side.

I stood up again and said, "Dad, what brings you back today? Let me make you some tea."

My adoptive father waved his hand, "You sit down, I have something important to tell you."

Zhang Xueyan put her hand on my shoulder, and I had a bad feeling. Zhang Xueyan's gesture was tantamount to telling me that what my adoptive father was about to say was quite serious. Her gesture was a way of giving me encouragement and comfort in advance.

It turned out that my adoptive father had been called to the school yesterday, and the rest is history; the teacher wouldn't hide my academic performance.

Finally, my adoptive father said, “I’m busy with work and hardly have time to take care of you. You’ve been living a carefree life at home. But if this continues, it won’t be good for your future. No matter how high I climb in the ranks or how rich I become, you’ll squander the family fortune. Now, while you’re still young and growing, I have to discipline you strictly.”

I felt uneasy, but dared not ask a question.

My adoptive father continued, “Your Aunt Yan and I have discussed it, and she will take care of you from now on. You’ll have to listen to her in everything. She will also report everything to me. If I find that your grades aren’t improving or that you’re causing trouble outside, I’ll have someone send you to a juvenile detention center for a few years.”

I was so frightened that I quickly stood up and apologized, “Dad, I will definitely study hard from now on.”

My adoptive father nodded, paused, and said, “I have to go on a business trip, probably for three to five days.” I won't be back until next month. I've given your Aunt Yan all the money I need for this time. Just ask her if you need any more money."

I asked with concern, "You went abroad for an inspection or to conduct research in other places?"

My adoptive father didn't answer, but got up and walked to Zhang Xueyan. "Xueyan, thank you for your help. I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning, and I need to go back to my place tonight to pack. I'm leaving Shen Ning in your care."

Zhang Xueyan said, "Director Shen, don't worry. I'll take good care of Shen Ning... I'll have to trouble you with Ya Tong's matter."

"We're not strangers, I'll do my best. You can stay home and relax."

My adoptive father patted Zhang Xueyan's shoulder.

We saw him off to the gate of the courtyard. He took a few steps, looked back at me, hesitated for a moment, came up, and took out two hundred yuan for me. "Don't waste money, take it to buy food. Look how much you've grown this year."

I felt a little reluctant to part with him; he was my only family now. I chased after him and said, "Dad, take good care of yourself while you're away. Next time you come home, I'll get into the top three and show you."

My adoptive father happily replied, "I'll be waiting! We Shen family members don't keep our word."

"Okay."

Watching my adoptive father's car disappear into the distance, I suddenly felt so lonely, like an orphan. This wasn't just a fleeting feeling; whenever I saw other families of three together, I would feel a pang of sadness.

I turned back to look at Zhang Xueyan, such a beautiful guardian.

(Chapter 17, Volume 1: The Toilet Door Lock is Broken)

I stood in front of Zhang Xueyan, bowed, and, mimicking a line from a Japanese drama, said, "Aunt Xueyan, please take care of me in the future."

Zhang Xueyan readily agreed, placing her hands on her lower abdomen and nodding, saying, "Shen Ningjun, please take care of me."

Then, we both laughed.

Just as we entered the courtyard, Old Sun's son emerged from the house. He was shirtless, his shirt draped over his shoulders, his jeans ripped in several places, and he wore flip-flops. He squinted, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

I grabbed Zhang Xueyan, who was heading towards the left stairwell, and she immediately understood. We turned and walked towards the opposite stairwell.

"Ningzi, where have you and your Aunt Yan been?"

Old Sun's son shouted.

Without turning around, I replied, "My dad's back."

"Oh."

Reaching the building entrance, I looked back to see Old Sun's son already walking out of the courtyard.

Zhang Xueyan said, "You're not even afraid of Zhou Yatong, why are you afraid of him?"

"Why would I be afraid of him? Impossible,"

I said casually. I wasn't afraid of him normally, but now he had something on me, so how could I not avoid him? What I feared most was him coming to blackmail me again; people like him have no integrity. If I hadn't mentioned my adoptive father's return, he would have definitely stopped us. Every time he encountered Zhang Xueyan alone, he would verbally tease her.

We went upstairs and entered the house. Zhang Xueyan said, "Starting today, I'm moving into your house. You don't object, do you?"

I was overjoyed: "Really?"

Actually, I knew she was teasing me. Even if she was entrusted by my adoptive father to help look after me, living next door meant there was no need to move in together. Besides, even if she wanted to, Zhou Yatong wouldn't agree.

"Of course it's true,"

Zhang Xueyan said seriously. "How about I start moving today, or you and I move in together tomorrow morning?"

I still couldn't believe it and questioned, "Doesn't Zhou Yatong have any objections?"

Zhang Xueyan brushed a strand of hair from her forehead: "What could he possibly mean..."

She paused, then continued, "To tell you the truth, something happened in our family, and we can't live in that house anymore."

"Did Zhou Yatong lose money and have to sell the house to pay off his gambling debts?"

I immediately realized.

But I was wrong. Zhang Xueyan shook her head and said, "It's not convenient to tell you everything now. You'll know in time."

I wondered if they had divorced, but I immediately dismissed the thought. It was completely impossible. If they had divorced, Zhang Xueyan would have moved out. How could she possibly accept my father's request?

I stopped asking and happily helped Zhang Xueyan clean out the long-abandoned room, then moved some of her things home. Xu Xiaohu was naturally called over to help. That guy was a lecherous bastard, always looking for any opportunity to touch Zhang Xueyan's body. And Zhang Xueyan was completely unaware of his evil intentions. After all, in her eyes, we were still just children. Even if I intentionally tried to be intimate with her, she would just think it was "childish cuteness." After moving her things, Xu Xiaohu pointed to the living room table and asked, "Aunt Yan, are we moving this over too?"

Zhang Xueyan replied, "No, we don't need any of these. Someone will come and take them away tomorrow."

I already had a premonition that something big had happened to their family.

Xu Xiaohu ate dinner at our house, and while Zhang Xueyan was washing dishes in the kitchen, I urged him to leave.

Xu Xiaohu refused to leave, saying, "I'll stay at your house tonight."

I said impatiently, "What do you mean?"

Xu Xiaohu glanced at the kitchen and whispered, "Life is so unpredictable. We were gone for a day, and Aunt Yan has already moved into your house. Shen Ning, do you think your dad let her stay here to take care of you, or is he after Aunt Yan and wants to make a move on her?"

I said disapprovingly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xu Xiaohu realized I wouldn't let him stay, so he asked me to take him home. If he went home by himself, he would be questioned by his family.

In the hallway, he stomped his foot, the motion-sensor light turned on, and he said, "You should have taken note of what I just told you. If your dad really has feelings for Aunt Yan, getting her will be a piece of cake. You're completely out of luck."

I raised my fist and said, "You dare say that again?"

Xu Xiaohu quickly ran a few steps, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "You're only tough in front of me. Why didn't you dare do 'that' with the woman in the white dress at the video arcade today?"

He shouldn't have mentioned it; it made me want to laugh because I could picture him squatting in the hallway, crying.

I got home and saw Zhang Xueyan coming out of her room with a nightgown. She said, "You're back. Why don't you take a shower first?"

I collapsed onto the sofa: "You shower first, I'll watch TV for a bit."

"Okay, I'm done. I've run the water for you, you can go in and shower later,"

Zhang Xueyan said.

She'd only been inside for two minutes when she called out, "Shen Ning, why isn't your bathroom door locked?" "I broke it last time, so I locked it," I replied. "If

you can't lock it, how am I supposed to take a shower?" Zhang Xueyan called from inside. "Come and take a look." I went in, and Zhang Xueyan shook the door, saying, "What do we do now?" I grabbed a stool from beside me and handed it to her. "Use this to prop it up from the inside. I'm alone here; no one will peek at you." Zhang Xueyan went in and closed the door. As I turned to leave, she poked her head out again and said, "Lock the outside door. Don't open it until I'm finished showering, no matter who knocks." "Okay." About ten minutes later, I heard the door open. When Zhang Xueyan walked up to me, I was startled. She was wearing a light blue off-the-shoulder nightgown; the neckline revealed a prominent patch of white skin, and her legs below looked long and straight. I felt like I was about to have a nosebleed. I couldn't help but say, "Aunt Yan, you're so beautiful." Zhang Xueyan smiled and pretended to hit me, "Are you done yet? How many times have you said that? It's like we're just meeting." I said, "You're right, every time I see you, it feels like the first time." " You're so glib," Zhang Xueyan said reproachfully. "We used to be neighbors, and you couldn't get enough of looking at me. Now that we live together, you can look all you want. My nephew wants to see if you really can't get enough of looking at me." I said, "I mean it, I'm not just trying to flatter you. All the men in the yard say they can't get enough of you." Zhang Xueyan didn't like hearing that and rolled her eyes at me. I quickly tried to appease her, "I'm sorry, I misspoke. But it's because you're really beautiful that I said that." Zhang Xueyan said, "Alright, I didn't really mean it... Shen Ning, Aunt Yan has a question for you, you have to answer me honestly." "Go ahead," I nodded. Zhang Xueyan smiled, a little embarrassed, and said, "I mean, when you grow up and get married, will you still think I'm the most beautiful, and dare to say that to your wife's face?" I scratched my head and said, "I really don't know. I won't get married for many years. But I really hope my future wife will be as beautiful as you." "There are plenty of women more beautiful than me," Zhang Xueyan said, "but there aren't many as easy to please and devoted as me." At this point, I naturally cursed Zhou Yatong again. Zhang Xueyan put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards the bathroom: "Let's not talk about him. The bathwater is ready for you, go take a bath." She treated me like a child, never imagining that I already had uneasy feelings for her. After I went in, Zhang Xueyan instructed, "Make sure you close the door behind you." " When I hung up the clothes, I saw all her clothes that she had changed out of hanging on the hanger, her clothes lined up in a row from underwear to outerwear. (First published on Yanyu Hongchen Novel Network) The bright red bra and matching panties, with their eye-catching lace trim, were particularly striking. At that moment, what happened in the video arcade replayed in my mind. With doubt and curiosity, I took down her panties, and suddenly felt a little nervous. I quickly hung them back up, made sure the door was blocked with a stool, and then took them back in my hands. After turning them over, I did see some sticky liquid in the middle. For a moment, my feelings became complicated. The woman who had been intimate with me in the video arcade had clearly told me..." A woman only produces a sticky substance after receiving a man's caresses. Zhang Xueyan was home alone; how could she have this on her underwear? I considered several possibilities, but even I couldn't believe them—they were all too absurd. With these doubts, I put her underwear back. The bra hanging nearby caught my attention this time. It was not only attractive but also very large. I took it down, trying to determine the exact size of Zhang Xueyan's breasts by observing it. But what ultimately gave me the accurate information was the label on the bra: "Li" (励). At the time, I only knew that this number and letter indicated a large bust; I learned more about it later.

I thought of the woman in the video arcade. I hadn't really seen her breasts clearly then; my memory of them was hazy. They certainly couldn't compare to Zhang Xueyan's. Even so, I still regretted it. Why hadn't I thought to touch them? My image and memories of women's breasts were all tied to breastfeeding mothers, because women only exposed their breasts when breastfeeding, regardless of the occasion.

Late at night, I had another erotic dream about doing that kind of thing with a woman. I sat on the bed, sweating profusely. It was pitch black outside. I started missing the woman I'd been intimate with in the video arcade.

(Chapter 19, Volume 1: Where Are You Looking?)

I got up early to wash the shorts I'd soiled last night.

"Hey, what are you doing? You woke me up."

Zhang Xueyan leaned against the doorframe, still sleepy, her long hair a little messy.

"I didn't do anything, I'll keep it down, you should go back to sleep."

I turned off the water and tucked the shorts into the basin with both hands, trying to keep them from being noticed.

Zhang Xueyan noticed and walked towards me. I turned around warily and stopped her, saying, "Don't come any closer, I'm just washing a pair of socks."

Zhang Xueyan laughed and said nonchalantly, "No need to hide it, I know what you're washing. What's there to be ashamed of? Just leave them there, I'll wash them for you."

I said somewhat awkwardly, "You don't need to bother with this."

"Okay, go ahead and wash them. I'll go make the bed."

Zhang Xueyan hadn't taken a few steps when she suddenly turned back and said, "Hey, who did you dream about last night?"

I shook my head. She smiled and walked away.

I felt like I'd been granted a pardon, and quickly washed the shorts and hung them on the small balcony of my room.

Until breakfast time, Zhang Xueyan was still wearing her off-the-shoulder, low-cut, light blue nightgown. I sat opposite her, and whenever I lifted my eyelids, I could see a small patch of her white flesh and the deep cleavage between her breasts. At first, I thought she was wearing a bra, but a casual movement allowed me to glimpse the two small cherries on her large breasts. Her chest was pressed against the edge of the table, making the shape of the cherries particularly clear.

My indecent behavior was immediately noticed by her. She glared at me and said, "Where are you looking? I'm your aunt, don't be rude."

I retorted unwillingly, "It's not my fault, you dressed like this yourself."

Zhang Xueyan frowned, "Oh, you've learned to talk back to me now. You're so precocious. Last time you were telling me what you wanted to be when you grew up. I think you'll definitely be a bad guy, a pervert... It's also my fault for being used to being home alone. I need to pay attention to my clothes from now on, so that if you turn bad in the future, your dad won't blame me."

I muttered, "I won't turn bad."

After breakfast, I said, "Aunt Yan, please don't make breakfast anymore. I can just eat something on my way to school."

“How can that be?”

Zhang Xueyan said. “Your father entrusted you to me, so it’s only natural that I take good care of you.”

I joked, “Since he’s so attentive, did he give you a lot of money?”

Zhang Xueyan said, “Not a lot, just enough for the two of us to live on for a year or two before we leave.”

Her words startled me. How could my adoptive father give her so much money? Wasn’t he afraid she would give it to Zhou Yatong to gamble away? If that happened, there would be no way to recover the loss.

Zhang Xueyan had always been very good to me, and our relationship was excellent. So I didn’t pry further, lest I upset her. On second thought, my adoptive father must have considered this carefully.

As I was leaving, Xu Xiaohu came downstairs.

I said, "I had a horny dream last night. I got up early this morning to wash my shorts, and Aunt Yan found out."

Xu Xiaohu said, "I also dreamed about the woman I slept with yesterday, but unfortunately nothing happened in the dream. I feel like I'm a man now, and I think about 'that' all the time."

I teased, "Then drop out of school, find a woman and get married, and you can do whatever you want every day."

Xu Xiaohu shook his head, discouraged, and said, "Impossible, I can't get past my family. Besides, I'm so young, who would marry me..."

I chuckled to myself.

When entering the classroom, Xu Xiaohu and I went in through the front door and the back door, respectively. He sat in the first row, while I, because of my poor grades and tall stature, sat in the last row, and the seat next to me was empty. But during self-study periods, classmates would always come up to me to play, not because I was particularly friendly or enthusiastic, but because they all knew I was the bureau chief's son. Being materialistic and opportunistic seems to be innate. Although I'm a bit of a jerk, I'm generally quite amiable. So I got along well with them.

During morning self-study, the homeroom teacher led a tall girl into the classroom. She was wearing a different school uniform than ours. Because she was slender, the uniform looked particularly loose, and she had a long ponytail tied behind her head. Her profile revealed her somewhat pale skin.

The homeroom teacher tapped the blackboard eraser on the podium, and everyone quieted down. She said, "Classmates, we have a new student in our class. Please welcome her and ask her to introduce herself."

The girl stepped forward, raised her head, and her pure eyes scanned the classroom as she said, "Hello everyone, my name is Xia Qing, I am 18 years old, and I transferred from Nandu No. 2 Middle School. I hope we can become good friends in the future. Thank you."

After the applause, the homeroom teacher pointed at me and said, "You'll have to make do for now and sit in the empty seat next to Shen Ning."

Chapter 20 of Volume 1: Going to the Video Hall to Find Her

. I was very unhappy when I heard this. This homeroom teacher had always been suppressing me. I had also subtly mentioned this to my adoptive father. To my surprise, this became his reason for blaming me for not studying hard. Only then did I realize that they were on the same team. As for whether there was anything else between them, I had no idea. If not, normally she shouldn't have treated me that way. Several of my teachers were quite attentive to me. They would often ask, "Director Shen, are you busy lately?"... You must tell Director Shen about this when you get back.

After Xia Qing looked up, I could see her clearly. She had a pure beauty, but she looked very weak, perhaps because she was ill.

Out of consideration for my new classmate, I took out my tablecloth and wiped her half of the table and chair.

Xia Qing nodded and smiled, saying, "Thank you, my name is Xia Qing."

"My name is Shen Ning,"

I replied.

Even though we already knew each other's names, I still did this unnecessary thing.

After she sat down, I asked bluntly, "Xia Qing, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm anemic,"

Xia Qing said softly.

"Oh,"

I replied, taking out my Chinese textbook and placing it on the table.

"Can we read together? Our books are a little different from yours; the teacher said she'd give me my books in a couple of days,"

Xia Qing said.

I pushed my book to the middle: "Then let's read together."

I thought her gentle and delicate nature would make it hard for anyone to refuse her request.

In class, I deliberately said, "Your handwriting is so beautiful; can you help me take notes? We can keep them as a souvenir after graduation."

She nodded and picked up her pen. I nudged the student in front of me in the back and slumped onto the desk.

When school let out in the afternoon, several students from the next class were waiting at the classroom door. One of them shouted, "Xia Qing, come out quickly, I'll take you home."

I recognized them; they were the school's so-called "Five Tigers," a group of troublemakers. This blatant provocation was too much for the boys in our class to bear, so they all went to chase them away. No one could tolerate this. A beautiful girl had finally transferred to our class, and before our classmates could even begin their "friendship first, girl second" competition, these guys were already trying to steal her away.

I asked her, "Do you know them?"

Xia Qing shook her head. "I went to the teacher's office this morning, and they were being reprimanded there. They must have heard my name then."

I deliberately asked, "Did they take you?"

Xia Qing shook her head quickly, startled. "No... but how am I supposed to get out?"

I picked up her schoolbag, pulled her to the back door, and shouted to the students in front, "Comrades, cover us! We're getting out of here!"

I pulled Xia Qing downstairs, and she clutched her chest, panting, "Let's hurry, they'll definitely chase after us."

I looked at her and said with concern, "Still running? Look how pale you are!"

She touched her cheek, looking somewhat sad. I led her into a small room to rest for a while.

I handed her her schoolbag. "Now you can go home. They should be gone."

Xia Qing nodded, and we walked out of the classroom together. After saying goodbye, I walked quite a distance, then glanced back and noticed she was still standing there. I turned back and asked, "What's wrong? Can't you walk?"

Xia Qing nodded again and whispered, "Could you take me home?"

I felt a pang of pity; this girl was so pitiful. I said, "If you're not afraid of your parents making wild guesses, I can take you."

She said, "It's okay, I live with my grandma. My parents are in Nandu."

"Okay then."

I reached out and took her schoolbag.

I walked her all the way to the gate of her courtyard. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

I thought to myself, I never intended to go in anyway. I didn't want to get scolded by her grandma or chased out with a broom.

Watching Xia Qing leave, I suddenly realized she looked a lot like the female lead in a movie.

Walking out of the alley, I realized her place was very close to that video arcade. I looked up at the closed window of the video arcade, feeling restless. I felt the money in my pocket, gritted my teeth, and dashed into the stairwell.

The doorman was the same one from yesterday. I paid and went in. I noticed there were quite a few onlookers and regretted coming. There were two women inside, but because of the dim lighting, I couldn't tell if the woman I'd played with yesterday was there. I went to my seat from yesterday. At first, there was someone sitting in the same row as me, but he left after a short while. And he didn't leave alone; he waved, and several people followed.

I waited anxiously, not paying attention to the intense physical battles on TV.

"Hey, you're here."

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind.

I turned around happily and saw the woman I'd played with yesterday. I said happily, "I came to see you."

She came over, sat down next to me, and said coquettishly, "I've been waiting for you for so long."

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Volume 1 Chapter 21 Short Skirts Are Convenient

"You knew I was coming back?" I asked doubtfully.

"Of course I knew."

She unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt. "I also knew you'd come back tomorrow."

I naturally reached my hand into her neckline. "I won't come tomorrow; I don't have that much money." She

smiled. I reached inside and touched a small, soft area; her breasts were almost entirely covered by the bra. I felt the lace trim and asked, "Your bra is so pretty."

She said, "You can tell it's pretty just by touching it."

"Is it lace? I've seen it before."

"Yes."

Just imagining the lace trim made me feel excited. I forgot my original intention of putting my hand inside and instead placed one hand on the bra, feeling the smooth touch of the lace.

As she continued unbuttoning, she said, "Did you feel it? The bra has a layer of lace tulle on the outside."

I nodded and squeezed it hard in response, "It feels so good." She

lifted her clothes, revealing her breasts. When the light from the television shone on her, I saw that her bra was covered in black lace, with red underneath.

I had never seen such a beautiful bra before, and for a moment I was delighted. Then came disappointment. I scolded her, "Sister, it's such a waste for you to come out to do business dressed like this. Letting those men grope you is such a waste of good things." "I only dressed like this

because I knew you would come," she said. "If it were for other men, I wouldn't want to wear such beautiful lingerie." I knew perfectly well that she was just flattering me. Perhaps she would have said the same thing to the last man who groped her. Having a foster father who was an official had given me the ability to discern flattery and sycophancy from a young age. Even so, I still felt happy; I'm a rather vain person. I pushed her bra up a little and said, "Can you take it off? I want to touch your breasts." " She said, 'Sure, but you have to take it off yourself before I'll let you touch it.' 'Where do I untie it?' My hands groped around her chest, unable to find the row of small zippers. 'The back,' she instructed. 'Put your hand behind my back and find it yourself.' I did as she said, quickly finding the row of small zippers, but I couldn't find them for a long time, and I was sweating with frustration. My clumsiness made her laugh. I waved my hand away angrily and said, 'You're messing with me, I'm not touching you anymore, and I'm not giving you the money.' She stopped laughing and kissed me on the cheek: 'Don't be angry, I'll untie it myself.' I don't know how she did it, but I reached my hand behind my back and immediately pulled it back. But the bra wasn't in her hand. Confused, I asked, 'Is it untied or not?'" She nodded, pulling my hand back inside her clothes. I felt around and realized she'd already unbuttoned it; with a gentle pull, her bra was up. I greedily grabbed it; it wasn't big, just enough for one hand to hold, and the nipples were quite long. I greedily rubbed them, saying, "This is the first time I've ever touched a woman's breasts. It feels so good." She chuckled breathlessly, shifting closer to me: "Then I'll sit on you, and you can hold me in your arms and touch me, okay?" I looked back at the dark crowd behind us; there was no one there. She sat on my lap, one arm around my neck: "Don't be afraid, it's still early, there aren't many people yet. It'll be busier at night." I reached out and wrapped one arm around her slender waist, continuing to squeeze with the other: "So you'll still be doing business here tonight? With so many people, how can anyone touch you?"

"You dare watch porn videos, so why would you care about hugging and touching?"

she said dismissively. "Lots of women come here looking for business at night. I usually go home around eight o'clock. I'm worried about my daughter being home alone."

"How old is your daughter?"

I moved my hand to one of her breasts. "Could you take it off? It's not very convenient to touch like this."

"Just touch it like this. The bra strap is hanging on my shoulder. To take it off, I'd have to take off my outer clothes."

She said reluctantly, "You didn't realize, did you? My daughter is seven years old and in first grade."

"Does she know you do this kind of work?"

"Of course not. If my daughter knew, I wouldn't be able to face her."

She whispered, "Be gentle, you're hurting me."

I withdrew my hand and focused on pinching her nipple. "I'm sorry. Actually, I came here specifically to touch your breasts. I didn't get one last time, and I regretted it when I got home. I couldn't sleep all night."

She smiled and said, "Did you dream about me?"

"No, I don't dream much at night."

I didn't want her to know I'd had a wet dream.

After hugging and stroking her for over ten minutes, she said, "Do you still want to touch me down there? I'm wearing a short skirt today, it's very convenient."

I buried my head in her chest, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from her body: "I want to kiss you."

Chapter 22 of Volume 1, I can't hold it in any longer.

"No," she hesitated for a moment and said, "Not today, maybe next time, okay?"

"You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

She assured me, "How could I lie to a little kid like you? If I don't keep my word, you don't have to give me money next time."

I believed her, and she got off my lap and sat down next to me. She proactively spread her legs: "Come on."

I said, "I'll go wash my hands first."

"...Okay. Come with me."

She got up and took my hand and led me away.

We went out through the balcony door, thinking that the rooftop balcony was just outside, but it turned out to be a room. She led me to the sink and turned on the faucet for me to wash my hands. After washing my hands, she dried them with a towel. I looked her over; she was a pretty woman with a charming demeanor.

I said regretfully, "Sister, it's such a waste that you're doing this."

She seemed used to hearing this, and said indifferently, "I don't know how to do anything else, and I have a daughter to support. What else can I do?"

"Doesn't your husband earn money to support the family?"

"He..."

Her tone turned cold: "He's dead."

I felt pity and grabbed her hand, saying, "Sister, you've really had a hard life."

She forced a smile: "It's nothing, let's go back and watch a movie."

Back at the video arcade, we sat in our usual seats. Knowing her family situation, I felt sorry for her and couldn't bear to continue touching her. Otherwise, I would feel like a bad person.

Seeing that I didn't move, she asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, looking at her face, not knowing what to say. She didn't see through my thoughts. She pulled my hand and put it inside her short skirt.

I touched a wet patch there, and she said, "Why is it like this again? You touch me down there and it gets incredibly wet. Even before the divorce, my husband never reacted this much when he touched me."

Seeing the inconsistency in her statements, I asked, "Sister, are you divorced or widowed?"

After a moment, she whispered, "He killed someone and went to jail. To protect the children, we divorced. We lied and said he was dead."

I sighed, unsure how to comfort her.

I touched her panties, which were also lace, and said, "They feel so good, just like a bra."

"It's a set,"

she said.

I touched the panties for a while, then made a further request, "I want to put my hand inside again, like yesterday."

She nodded in agreement. She still nestled against my shoulder, humming softly.

"Can I touch you too?" she asked

, her hand lightly stroking my crotch.

I couldn't bear it any longer, but I really didn't want to do *that* with her in this place. I said painfully, "Sister, I can't hold it in anymore."

She then reached directly into my crotch and grabbed my erect penis. Her delicate, cool fingers made me feel like I was about to explode.

I refused, saying, "Sister, I don't want to masturbate."

She hummed and said, "I won't give you a handjob. If you really can't hold it in, I'll use my mouth to make it come."

I quickly objected, "How can that be? It's dirty."

"It's not dirty... um."

She said, also in pain, "Do you know, I'm even more uncomfortable than you right now. It feels like countless ants are crawling all over my body, scratching my heart."

I pulled my hand out from under her skirt, "Then I'll give you the money, let's finish."

She didn't answer me, but just quickened her movements. I realized what she was going to do. I anxiously pressed her hand down, not wanting to press too hard and hurt my own penis.

She said, "Are you scared?"

I nodded and pulled her hand out. She was completely aroused, turned around and hugged me, kissing me on the lips. Soon our tongues were intertwined.

After a long while, she wiped the drool from her lips and said, "Will you come see me again tomorrow? We won't play here anymore. I'll take you to my house."

"Isn't your daughter home?"

"She won't be back until evening."

She said, "Would you like to come?"

I hesitated, not knowing what to do. If I didn't go, I would definitely feel bad; if I went, the two of us would definitely do everything that's considered intimate between men and women.

"Come on, please."

She took my arm and pleaded, "I won't take your money. You can touch me wherever you want. Just think of it as helping your sister out, okay?"

I said stupidly, "Why? I can't marry you."

She laughed, "Who asked you to take responsibility for me? Stop being so presumptuous... I just... sigh, I'm not going to explain anymore. Come tomorrow if you want, otherwise don't look for me again."

Seeing that she was angry, I quickly said ingratiatingly, "I'll come and leave tomorrow."

She turned from angry to happy, "Okay, I won't take any customers tomorrow, I'll just wait for you here."

"Okay."

I suddenly regretted it, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Come on, touch my..." She grabbed my hands and placed them on her big breasts.

Chapter 23 of Volume 1: Sudden Change

I walked to the entrance of the stairwell and found that my face was still a little hot, so I ran back to the corner of the stairwell and waited in the dark corner until the intense emotions in my heart subsided. I whistled and left to hide my unease.

The first two times I came with Xu Xiaohu, I didn't feel scared or uneasy at all.

Passing through the market, I bumped into Xia Qing, who was carrying a vegetable basket.

"Xia Qing, buying vegetables?"

I greeted her.

She smiled slightly and said softly, "Yes, why aren't you home yet?"

I turned and pointed to a cluster of houses behind me: "A good friend of mine lives around here; I went to his house for a while."

"Oh,"

she nodded, "I can't chat with you anymore; my grandma is waiting for me to come home and cook."

"Okay."

I glanced at her basket: "Why are all the vegetables vegetarian? Don't you eat meat?"

She instinctively hid the basket behind her back, saying shyly, "My grandma is a Buddhist and only eats vegetarian food. I don't like meat either, so I didn't buy any."

I nodded and waved goodbye.

When I got home, Zhang Xueyan scolded me, "Did you study abroad? You're only coming back now."

"No, our teacher doesn't give us extra lessons anymore,"

I replied, shrugging. "You know I like to run off and play. Anyway, I finished my homework at school."

"Before, I couldn't control you. You could play however you wanted,"

Zhang Xueyan said solemnly. "But from today onwards, you have to come home obediently after school. Your dad gave me guardianship, you know."

I tugged at her arm playfully. "Auntie Yan, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely come home earlier from now on."

"You're promising so readily?"

Zhang Xueyan asked incredulously.

I smiled and nodded, "Of course! With such a beautiful guardian at home, I wouldn't want to go out even if you tried to kick me out."

"You smooth talker,"

Zhang Xueyan scolded verbally, but her face was beaming. "Go wash your hands, I've been cooking for an hour, just waiting for you to come home."

During dinner, I asked, "Aunt Yan, Zhou Yatong hasn't been back for several days. If he sees us like this when he gets back, he'll definitely ask you for money."

Actually, I was subtly reminding her not to let Zhou Yatong gamble away the money I gave her.

Zhang Xueyan said, "No, he hasn't been home much lately."

I teased her, "What, did he lose money gambling and get kidnapped to work in a coal mine in Shanxi?"

Zhang Xueyan smiled and glanced at me, "What nonsense are you talking about? He's like your dad, on a long business trip, and we don't know when he'll be back."

I clasped my hands together and prayed, "God help him, please let him turn over a new leaf."

The smile on Zhang Xueyan's face vanished instantly, and she said sadly, "Too late."

Combining what she had said these past two days, I realized that Zhou Yatong definitely hadn't just been on a business trip; something serious had happened to him.

I tentatively asked, "Aunt Yan, can you tell me about him?"

Zhang Xueyan said dejectedly, "Didn't I tell you yesterday? You'll find out naturally in time. I can't help him this time... My only task now is to take good care of you. You have to listen to me. Don't be like Zhou Yatong, always making me angry."

I nodded and tried to comfort her, saying, "After dinner, shall I wash the dishes today?"

Zhang Xueyan said, "No need for that. Let's go for a walk together later."

We went out, and in the yard, we met an older woman from the neighborhood. She smiled and came up to us, saying with concern, "Xueyan, I heard the rumors going around the yard about your Zhou Yatong... Could it really be that he's in his fifties or sixties? Is his father, Deputy Director Zhou, going to be stuck in jail for life...?" "I don't know."

Zhang Xueyan dodged her and walked straight outside.

"Auntie, what's going on?"

I asked inquiringly.

The older woman smiled smugly, "You still don't know? I think you've gone crazy from studying too much." "Your dad's workplace is in trouble."

Then she raised her voice, "It's all that stinking rat Fan's doing. Your dad, Director Shen, is such a good person, and he's been implicated too."

I was half-believing, half-doubting, and caught up with Zhang Xueyan to ask if it was true.

Zhang Xueyan walked with her head down, not saying a word. I knew it was true. Thinking about my adoptive father's sudden return home that day, and the arrangements he made for me and Zhang Xueyan, I was immediately terrified.

I said, "Aunt Yan, just answer one question for me. Will my dad also go to jail?"

Zhang Xueyan still didn't speak, and suddenly tears fell. My repeated questioning finally made her squat down and cry out loud. At that moment, I felt like the sky was about to fall. Her crying had already told me the seriousness of the matter; it was almost certain that my adoptive father would go to jail.

I, who had always been pampered, thought that I would have no one to rely on in the future, and that I would be far away from my only relative, and I also started to cry with her.

"Don't cry."

Zhang Xueyan wiped the tears from her cheeks, turned around and hugged me, saying, "This has nothing to do with you." "

I retorted, 'How can it be unrelated? My dad's no longer the bureau chief, he's in jail. What am I going to do? My own parents are gone, my adoptive mother is gone, and now even my adoptive father is gone.'" (

Volume 1, Chapter 24: Wash Up Early)

Zhang Xueyan stopped crying, her eyes red, and said, "Don't listen to that woman's nonsense. Your dad is really fine. At most, he'll just have a job transfer. The ones who embezzled and misappropriated public funds were Zhou Yatong and my father-in-law."

"Are you serious?"

I asked, half-believing.

Zhang Xueyan said confidently, "Why would I lie to you? Your dad told me everything, he'll definitely be fine. He even promised to help Zhou Yatong get a shorter sentence."

Hearing this, I felt relieved. But I was also worried for her. I said, "Aunt Yan, what are you going to do? He treated you so badly. Now that he's in jail, are you going to wait for him and live a life of widowhood?"

After a long silence, Zhang Xueyan finally said, "I guess this is my fate." She

told me that two days ago, after making her decision, she went to Zhou Yatong's workplace to discuss the divorce, but unfortunately, she ran into trouble. Earlier, Zhou Yatong and his son had been reported for embezzlement, bribery, and misappropriation of public funds. After gathering substantial evidence, the county discipline inspection commission, in conjunction with the police, detained the father and son. They also searched their office and residence, but strangely, they found no money. In other words, the embezzled and misappropriated money had already been sold off. The day Zhang Xueyan went to Zhou Yatong's workplace, the police and discipline inspection commission were searching the office, and she was immediately detained. She... As a family member, if she didn't go to Zhou Yatong's workplace that day, the police would come knocking on her door within a day or two, raid her home, and arrest her.

Because there was no evidence of her involvement, and the Zhou father and son testified that she wasn't involved, they released her the next day. That was the same day Xu Xiaohu and I went to the video arcade to find a woman. Since the apartment was provided by her work unit, and the Zhou father and son were in trouble, the unit naturally had to take it back, leaving Zhang Xueyan homeless. Moreover, the police imposed a harsh condition on her: even with the apartment reclaimed, she was not allowed to leave the courtyard and had to cooperate with the police and disciplinary committee's investigation at any time.

My adoptive father, as the head of the family, was undeniably responsible and was subsequently suspended from his work. He was most concerned about the progress of the Zhou family father-son incident, as it would affect his future career. At my adoptive father's request, and with the tacit approval of the Discipline Inspection Commission, he returned home and arranged for Zhang Xueyan to move into our house.

The house confiscation and search were completed the day after Zhang Xueyan moved in. I was at school that day and knew nothing about what happened. Zhang Xueyan said that our house had also been searched, but the process was very mild and peaceful, like a landlord inspecting his rental property.

After listening, I suggested, "Aunt Yan, isn't now a good time? You should quickly go to the police, ask to see Zhou Yatong, and then tell him you want a divorce. The police and the Discipline Inspection Commission will definitely support your divorce. Once you're divorced, you'll be free." Zhang Xueyan

shook her head: "No, when the Zhou family was powerful, I was their daughter-in-law. If I divorce them now that they've had a problem, wouldn't that be kicking them when they're down? People will be laughing at me behind my back."

Hearing her say this, I was worried for her. I said, "Are you stupid? Live your own life, why care what others say? Besides, even when the Zhou family was rich and powerful, you didn't have a good life. Everyone in the neighborhood knows how Zhou Yatong treated you. Just get a divorce already. If you're too embarrassed to say it, come find me, or talk to Zhou Yatong's boss."

Zhang Xueyan wiped away the last clear tear from her eyelids: "Don't say anymore. Zhou Yatong is so bad, do I have to be like him? I definitely have to get a divorce, but definitely not now."

I nodded: "Alright then, you decide for yourself."

I comforted her by placing my hand on her back: "Aunt Yan, I hope you can be happier and more joyful in the future. We'll live together, not only will you take care of me, but I'll take care of you too."

Zhang Xueyan leaned closer to me, her tears turning into a smile: "When did you become such a little man?"

I smiled without saying anything, thinking to myself, it's all because of you.

After returning home from my walk, I said, "Aunt Yan, it's quite hot. Let's take a shower early and watch some TV together."

"Okay, you go first,"

Zhang Xueyan said as she changed her shoes.

I quickly finished showering and then prepared the water for Zhang Xueyan. Zhang Xueyan walked past me with her nightgown in hand, saying, "When did you start taking care of people?"

After going into the bathroom, she called out from inside, "Shen Ning, are you looking for a girlfriend at school?"

I pretended not to hear her. When Zhang Xueyan came out, she was wearing a bright red two-piece nightgown set, with a slip dress underneath and a knee-length outer garment. The shoulders and neckline of the outer garment were made of transparent lace. The small section of her breasts that was exposed looked exceptionally white and tender. Sexy with a touch of cuteness, alluring with a hint of innocence…

In Chapter 25 of Volume 1, just as

Zhang Xueyan sat down, she deliberately gathered her nightgown and outer garment, crossing her legs. The hem of the nightgown rode up slightly as she sat down, and she tried to pull it down, but no matter what she did, it wouldn't cover her knees. A lewd thought suddenly popped into my head: was Zhang Xueyan wearing any underwear after her shower?

“Watching TV, what are you looking at me for?”

Zhang Xueyan frowned and asked me suspiciously.

I snapped out of my daze and chuckled, "No, I just think you look really good, even prettier than when you go out."

Zhang Xueyan gave a dismissive smirk, "What do you know? It's a nightgown, of course it's for home."

I deliberately asked, "If it weren't a nightgown, would you dare wear it out?"

Zhang Xueyan answered without hesitation, "Of course not, it's too fashionable. If I wore it out, people would gossip."

"Would they call you an indecent woman?"

I retorted, secretly amused.

Zhang Xueyan reached out and slapped me, "You're getting more and more rude talking to Aunt Yan."

I thought of the fashionable woman I'd met on the street last time, and told her about her outfit. Zhang Xueyan said, "Then she must have come back from outside. It's only in our remote little county that you see women in big cities dressed beautifully, competing to be the most fashionable."

I said longingly, "Aunt Yan, let's go live in the big city together."

"How?"

Zhang Xueyan asked, looking at me. "Will you take me with you when you earn money?"

"Do you dare?"

I asked, my words carrying a hidden meaning.

Zhang Xueyan said, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"Because of the big age gap between us,"

I said, making my point clear.

Zhang Xueyan seemed not to understand, and after thinking for a moment, said, "What are you talking about? I'm not going to go with you to be your wife. I'm your aunt. What's wrong with an aunt living with you?"

"Nothing, nothing,"

I quickly waved my hand.

While watching the second episode of the TV series, Zhang Xueyan yawned. I said, "Aunt Yan, are you sleepy?"

Zhang Xueyan nodded, "I didn't sleep well last night, but I really enjoy watching this TV series. I have to finish it before I go to sleep."

A little while later, she yawned again, her eyes blinking faster and faster. I tentatively suggested in a joking tone, "Aunt Yan, why don't you lean on my lap to watch? I'm afraid you'll roll off the sofa."

Zhang Xueyan said, "Oh dear, why didn't you say so sooner? Come on, sit at the other end of the sofa so I can lean on you."

My little trick worked, and I was overjoyed. Zhang Xueyan took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and as she lay down, she turned back to me and said, "So good."

I thought to myself, "Aunt Yan, you're the good one."

Zhang Xueyan leaned on my lap, and I supported her head with one hand. Her long, black hair was swept back. Because the sofa wasn't long enough, her body was slightly bent, her C-shaped figure perfectly proportioned. As she lay down, the hem of her nightgown slipped down to the back. Only then did I notice the thin floral pattern at the waist of her nightgown. Because her nightgown was loose, her slender waist wasn't fully revealed, but her pert little buttocks were still sticking out, making me restless and aroused.

Soon after, Zhang Xueyan fell asleep. I softly called, "Auntie Yan, Auntie Yan?"

Seeing no response, I raised my left hand, my gaze fixed on her pert little buttocks, the restlessness in my heart urging me to do what I wanted. Meanwhile, I was also worried, afraid that Zhang Xueyan would suddenly wake up and discover my scheme, which would be disastrous. Perhaps she would never speak to me again, thinking I was a particularly lecherous guy who had intentionally violated her. If that happened, I would definitely regret my mistake.

After struggling for a long time, I told myself, just touch it, just a quick rub. Didn't I kiss her slender waist last time? Why wasn't I so conflicted then? I didn't want to be someone who grew bolder with age.

In the end, I decided to touch her anyway, and even if I was discovered, I would say it was an accident. I slowly pressed my hand against hers; the silk pajamas were incredibly smooth. I tried to press my hand closer, and her breasts felt elastic and soft. I told myself to just give them a gentle squeeze.

"Hmm..." A reluctant groan startled me. Before I could react, Zhang Xueyan reached out and pushed my hand away.

My heart raced, and I softly called out again, "Aunt Yan, Aunt Yan, are you awake?"

Zhang Xueyan remained motionless, seemingly fast asleep. Only then did my tense nerves dare to relax. I thought she must not know what I had done to her; her reaction and actions were probably a response to a premonition. Perhaps she thought it was a mosquito biting her, or something else...

After a while, I dared to boldly look down at her. My gaze, already consciously directed downwards, fell upon her, and the barely concealed cleavage and protruding breasts made me gasp deeply.

Volume 1, Chapter 26: I Didn't Hug You!

This morning, while I was washing up, Zhang Xueyan said, "Shen Ning, if I hadn't woken up last night, were you planning to sleep on the sofa with me in your arms all night?"

Because I had taken advantage of her a little last night, I said embarrassedly, "It's okay, I saw you were asleep and didn't have the heart to wake you."

Zhang Xueyan nodded, turned around to leave, but suddenly turned back and said, "Hey, what did it feel like when you hugged me?"

I didn't expect her to ask such a question, but luckily I reacted quickly sometimes: "I didn't hug you, you were leaning against me. You're my aunt, how could I hug you?"

Zhang Xueyan nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. I asked you that on purpose, now I'm relieved, our Shen Ning won't turn bad."

I stuck out my tongue at her and gave myself a smug smile in the mirror.

When Xu Xiaohu and I arrived at school, Xia Qing was already there. She was buried in her desk, seemingly asleep. The other students were all gathered together, chattering about something. Xu Xiaohu, being a gossipy guy, went straight over.

As I put down my schoolbag, I tapped Xia Qing's head with it: "Hey, didn't you sleep well at home? What are you doing here so early?"

Xia Qing tilted her head, looked up, and saw two lines of tears on her face, which she quickly wiped away.

"You... what's wrong?"

I was surprised. Why was she crying?

Xia Qing forced a smile.

"Shen Ning, come here for a second,"

a classmate called out.

I gave her an apologetic look and went over to their group. They told me that yesterday, when they were fighting off the "Five Tigers" from the next class, two of the top students were beaten up on their way home. They hadn't come to class today. The students were all blaming Xia Qing for being a jinx, causing trouble for everyone as soon as she arrived. One girl was particularly vicious; she spoke with a tone of hatred and jealousy, calling Xia Qing a vixen who had been flaunting herself everywhere since she arrived at school, attracting hooligans and causing trouble for everyone. As soon as she finished speaking, many classmates echoed her.

"Are you guys ever going to stop? Others are bullying our classmates, are we supposed to bully ourselves too?"

I said angrily.

One classmate urged, "Then go avenge them. Your dad's the bureau chief, they won't dare mess with you."

Another added, "Don't talk nonsense. Shen Ning, the Five Tigers know you took Xia Qing home yesterday, they might be watching you these next few days. Be careful, don't let them get you into trouble."

I got angrier and angrier: "What's there to be afraid of? If they want to mess with us, can't we mess with them?"

The classmate who had urged me immediately clapped: "Good job, Shen Ning! No wonder you're a 'high-ranking official's son,' your manner is so different from us 'workers' children.' We're just waiting for you to get rid of the Five Tigers and give us a taste of our own medicine."

I was already annoyed when he said that first sentence. Now I was completely furious. I grabbed his collar and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Stop gossiping in front of me. What high-ranking official's child? What worker's child? Aren't we all the same? Have I ever bragged about my family background in front of you? My hometown is in the countryside. You think you can mess with me? You're just talking nonsense."

Other classmates rushed to break up the fight. I was just trying to scare him because I couldn't stand his bragging. After everyone persuaded me, I let go.

I went back to my seat, secretly tugged at Xia Qing's clothes, and then went to the small room behind the dormitory. That was the infirmary.

I waited for a long time, but Xia Qing didn't come. I was so angry that I punched the wall.

During morning self-study, the homeroom teacher drove back. I opened my English book, held it up, and hid inside, saying to her, "What do you mean? I called you earlier and you didn't come?"

"Ah... you called me?"

Xia Qing looked completely unaware.

I was speechless with frustration and stopped dwelling on it. I told her about what happened this morning, telling her not to overthink it, and that things would be fine once everyone got to know her. I also said that yesterday's fight wasn't her fault.

Xia Qing, however, still blamed herself, saying, "How can it not be my fault? If it weren't for me, they wouldn't have come to our class to cause trouble, and those two classmates wouldn't have been beaten."

I deliberately said, "Maybe they'll beat me up after school today too."

Xia Qing looked troubled and guilty, biting her lip, unsure what to say. I couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Just kidding. I'll take you home this afternoon, so they won't bother you and you'll only have time to cry."

Xia Qing lowered her head and nodded gently.

I laid my book down and noticed the homeroom teacher walking past the window. I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief; if I had been a step off, I would have received another scolding. Before, when I sat alone, at most I'd be scolded for being lazy. Now, I'd definitely be accused of leading my classmates astray as well.

Near the end of class, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Xia Qing was staring at me. I turned to look at her. She was startled and quickly lowered her head.

I said narcissistically, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm handsome?"

Xia Qing looked up, her eyes innocent. She said, "No, you have a little piece of onion skin on your cheek." (

Volume 1, Chapter 27: Don't Rush)

On the way home that afternoon, after leaving the school gate, I took Xia Qing's schoolbag and slung it over my other shoulder.

Xia Qing awkwardly reached out to take it back: "I'll carry it myself. If my classmates see us and tell the teacher, they'll think we're dating."

"I don't like someone as young as you,"

I blurted out without thinking.

Xia Qing's cheeks flushed instantly. She said angrily, "Who said I like you? I meant I was afraid people would misunderstand. I'm so young, I wouldn't date a boy."

I then realized I had said the wrong thing, but thankfully Xia Qing didn't understand the deeper meaning of my words. I suggested, "How about this? If you run into classmates or acquaintances, just say I'm your cousin, a distant relative. They won't come to your house to ask anyway. Actually, I don't want people to misunderstand."

"Cousin..."

Xia Qing seemed a little hesitant to accept it.

I nodded, and she thought for a moment and said, "Okay then."

After seeing her off to her courtyard gate, I turned and ran. I was eager to find that woman at the video arcade.

The woman selling tickets gave me a strange look: "Young man, you seem to come to the movies every day?"

I awkwardly looked away. Inside, I found the woman and a man chatting on chairs near the entrance. I was instantly furious, but I couldn't show it. I silently walked to the second row and sat down.

"Hey, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for ages."

She appeared beside me.

I didn't even look at her: "What's the point of coming? Weren't you with another man?"

"No, not at all."

She took my arm: "He came to see a movie, and I chatted with him for a while because I was bored. He didn't have a single customer today. He took a nice bath last night, just in time to let you touch him."

Hearing this, and seeing how neat her clothes were, I believed her. I grabbed her hand and asked, "When are we leaving?"

"I'll go downstairs first and wait for you in the hallway. Wait a few minutes before coming down,"

she said.

As she stood up, I quickly stopped her and asked, "Sister, what's your name?"

She hesitated for a moment, probably not expecting me to ask her name. She smiled and said, "Li Lili."

I think she must be afraid the video arcade owner would see us leaving together. After she left, I waited anxiously for fifteen minutes before finally leaving myself. As I passed the ticket seller, I deliberately said in a huff, "I'm never coming back! The movies here are terrible."

Li Lili paced back and forth at the corner of the hallway, looking somewhat anxious. I ran downstairs and hugged her. "Sister Lili, I'm here!"

"Oh dear, why did you take so long to come down?"

Li Lili said suspiciously. "Did you want me to wait until dark?"

I explained, "I was afraid someone would see us."

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's go to my house,"

Li Lili said, taking my hand.

When we got to the building entrance, we quickly let go of each other's hands, instantly becoming strangers. I followed behind her, keeping a distance of about ten meters. More than twenty minutes later, we finally arrived at her house, a small courtyard on the edge of the small town, much older than where we lived.

Pushing open the green-painted wooden door, a faint fragrance wafted out. The interior was simply yet warmly furnished.

I looked her over as I went in and out, saying, "You actually live here? Is this your own house?"

She took a basin, went to the balcony, and turned on the tap. "Surprised? My dad used to work at that food factory up ahead, and he was allocated this house. Later, it became mine."

"Then why don't you go work at the food factory?"

I knew that when she was eighteen or nineteen, it was still popular to take over the family business.

"I did."

She turned off the tap and pulled a towel from the clothesline. "The wages were too low, just enough to support myself. What I do now is a bit dirty, but I earn much more than working in the factory."

"Aren't you afraid your daughter will find out?"

She finished washing her face and said, "No, I won't go there again. I've saved some money, and I'll start my own small business."

Hearing her say this, I felt a surge of joy, but also a sense of loss. I said, "So, does that mean I can't come to see you anymore?"

Li Lili put the water bottle into the pool, turned around and went into the house. "You're not that silly, are you? I've brought you here once already, and you still don't remember how to get to my house?"

"You mean, I can come to your house to see you from now on?"

I was overjoyed.

She smiled and nodded. "If you come, I won't close the door... but you can't come all the time, it will affect your studies."

Her words meant that I would be her only guest from now on. I shouted excitedly and hugged her from behind.

"Don't rush, let me take off my outer clothes first."

She didn't remove my hands, but instead lifted the hem of her clothes.

(Chapter 28, Volume 1) She gently

removed her outer garment, revealing a black short-sleeved tight-fitting undershirt with a low neckline, revealing the edges of her ample breasts. Because the clothes were thin, the outline of her dark red bra could be seen.

We stood facing each other. I buried my face in her chest, inhaling the alluring scent emanating from her, and complimented, "Lili, you look so beautiful. I never knew you were such a fashionable woman."

Li Lili said, "Of course, a woman should know how to dress herself up."

I swept her up in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, feigning surprise, "You little rascal, where are you taking me?"

I kicked open the half-closed door, but it only swayed slightly, so I had to push it open with my back. There were two beds in the room, one large and one small. I placed her on the large bed and then pressed myself down on top of her.

Li Lili's breathing quickened, "You little rascal, what are you trying to do? Don't bully your sister!"

I knew she was teasing me, and I couldn't help but kiss her on the lips. She naturally closed her eyes. Kissing was no obstacle for us. Whether it was the entanglement of our lips or the lingering of our tongues. I slipped my hand inside her sleeve and pulled out the bra strap. The stark contrast of black and red had a strange allure. I shifted slightly on top of her, making sure I could kiss her snow-white shoulder and the bright red strap with a simple movement. The next temptation was her deep, slender collarbone. Li

Lili suddenly giggled. I looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Lili said, "Your teeth hit my collarbone, it's so itchy."

I lowered my head again, only letting my lips touch her skin and collarbone, being extremely cautious.

As I kissed my way down to the edge of her breasts, Li Lili reached out and stopped me from going any further. She turned my face and said, "I'll go take a shower first, then we can do it, okay?"

I climbed off her and demanded, "Then you have to wear this after you shower."

She agreed, ignoring her high heels, and ran barefoot to the bathroom.

I took off my shirt, lay on the bed, and started planning what I should do next. She'd been in that line of work for over a year, and I don't know how many men had touched her. I wasn't completely unperturbed. But if I didn't go further, I wouldn't be satisfied. This was much luckier than the male protagonist in the movie *The Legend of the Beautiful Woman of Kekexili*, who ultimately failed to win her heart. I, however, unexpectedly gained the favor of a beautiful young woman. Although Zhang Xueyan was my "goddess Marilyn," in real life, romantic entanglements between a young man and a young woman are rare. In some ways, I was lucky. While many young men were still developing their romantic feelings, I was already gradually gaining a deeper understanding of women.

When Li Lili came out, I hadn't made a decision yet. She lay down beside me, kissed me, and said, "You should go wash up too."

I turned to face her, staring intently at her. … To keep her from knowing my thoughts, she smiled and slipped the bra strap that had been hidden under her shoulder.

After a long while, Li Lili finally asked, "What's wrong?"

I snapped out of my daze, shook my head, and buried my face in her fragrant shoulder, kissing it. I really wanted to taste the scent of her bright red bra strap. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to shower.

The architectural style here is unchanging, even more similar than if designed by the same architect. The toilets and showers are combined, so the toilets here are quite spacious. From the moment I took off my clothes until I dried myself, my erection never lowered its proud head. It was eager to join the battle. I had reached the point where I could only think with my lower body.

I returned to the room in my underwear. Li Lili was leaning against the headboard, a snow-white pillow behind her head. Her tight-fitting clothes fit her perfectly, tightly wrapping her figure and exquisite breasts. She wore jeans with a thin, golden leather belt. Her legs were long and straight, no less impressive than Zhang Xueyan's.

She put her slender, white index finger to her lips, and with a blink of her bright eyes, I felt completely captivated, as if the earth had cracked open and a fallen stone was sinking into a bottomless abyss.

I threw off my shoes and pounced on her impatiently.

"Ah!"

Li Lili screamed, and I quickly got up. She slapped my butt: "Be gentle, you're hurting me."

I clutched my groin, frowning: "I hurt myself down there too."

"Let me see."

Li Lili anxiously and concernedly pried my hand away, grasping the strange thing that had made her unconscious from the impact with her.

The pain was gradually replaced by comfort under the loving caress of Li Lili's jade-like hands, and in less than five minutes, it was erect again, just like before.

Li Lili flicked her smooth little head: "So big for such a young age, not cute at all."

I pounced on her again, our eyes met, we breathed into each other's mouths, and Li Lili's eyes darted around seductively: "You naughty boy, what do you want to do to me?"

Chapter 29, Volume 1, First Time.

I said with a grin: "Do what you want to teach me."

Li Lili said deliberately: "If you don't tell me what you want to do, how can I teach you?"

I placed one hand on her chest and leaned down to peck at the corner of her mouth: "I mean, do this."

She laughed, then said in a very serious tone: "You'd better think it over. I'm a woman who has given birth and been divorced. And you're still a boy in your adolescence. If we do that, won't you feel like you're getting the short end of the stick?"

Her reminder made me fall back into the same dilemma I had been facing. I lay on top of her, my lips touching her fragrant shoulder.

"What, are you regretting it so soon?"

she asked softly.

I asked slowly: "Do you think if we do that, will other people find out?"

"Will you tell anyone?"

she countered.

I shook my head. She lifted my clothes, and I leaned forward to let her help me take them off. She said, "If you don't tell anyone, I won't either. Are you afraid a third person will find out about us?"

"But..."

I hesitated.

She pouted coquettishly, "I'm not a bad woman. Since my divorce, no man has ever stepped into my house. You're the first. I know you won't believe me, but I assure you it's true. I've thought it through before bringing you home. I still don't understand why I react so strongly when you touch me. These past few days since you came to see me, I haven't been able to sleep at night, my mind filled with images of you touching me. The bed is like a water tank; I have to get up in the middle of the night to change my pajamas to avoid getting dirty water on the bed."

I was touched and asked, "You really haven't slept with another man yet?"

"Of course not. In the video arcade, I only let people 'flirt'. I wouldn't do 'that' with them even if they offered to pay more. I know that if you get too involved, you'll get sick. When you first came, I said it would cost extra to do 'that,' but I was just joking."

She said very sincerely, her tone as if she were confessing to a man she was attracted to, not to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

I was convinced and completely believed her. I rubbed my hand against her waist: "Take your clothes off too."

"Huh?"

She was startled, then straightened her slender waist: "Will you help me?"

Her bra was beautiful, a seductive bright red. It tightly supported her breasts, creating a thin cleavage that concealed three-quarters of their fullness. The other three-quarters of the bra was also covered with a thin layer of gauze, making it even softer and more dreamlike, with wavy lace trim around the edges.

I held it in my palm, rubbing it gently, and praised, "So beautiful."

She winked seductively, "Can you take it off too? It'll be even prettier."

I said, "No, I want to look at it a little longer."

After rubbing it for a while, I reached out and squeezed out the little cherry hidden inside. It was bright red, longer than the ones I'd seen on women in movies, like a plump, juicy grape.

It tempted me so much I could only swallow, but I hesitated to eat it because of my disgust.

Li Lili pinched one of her own little cherries, "Put it in your mouth, suck it like a child eating milk."

I pursed my lips and shook my head.

She guessed my hesitation and said, "Don't be afraid, I shower with soap every day, and sometimes I even use disinfectant. Kiss it, from now on, they'll only belong to you."

Then she lowered her head and put a cool little fruit in her mouth. Reason usually crumbles and flees in the face of temptation and allure.

She hummed twice, and I looked up to ask, "Was I too forceful?"

She smiled and shook her head, pressing my head back down. "I'm not a little girl anymore. Just suck as much as you want; it'll feel better if it hurts."

I did as she said, and Li Lili started moaning incessantly.

I suddenly stopped. Her eyes were alluring, her cheeks flushed. "What's wrong?"

I hooked the edge of her bra with my index finger. "Take it off. I want to touch and kiss it."

She blinked in response, reached behind her back, and quickly removed the bra strap from her arm. Before I could do anything, she covered her bra herself.

I asked, puzzled, "Why are you covering it?"

Li Lili smiled without answering, slowly lowering her bra, gradually revealing her breasts. Two firm, snow-white mounds immediately reminded me of a type of ice cream I'd eaten—all white at the bottom, with only a touch of red on top.

I happened to be holding one in each hand, and the little cherries mischievously peeked out from between my fingers.

Li Lili said shyly, "Isn't mine a little small?"

I shook my head: "It's very cute, it doesn't necessarily have to be big to be good."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

she said coquettishly.

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