Dragon Tattoo - Chapter 22: Doing Homework

"Don't pull it out." Aunt Hui's eyes once again brimmed with charm.
Although she was unwilling, she still couldn't quite articulate her understanding of Aunt Hui. Her penis throbbed a few times in her hand, then Aunt Hui's hand gripped the base, pinching the frenulum. Her desire surged within her scrotum a few times before she suppressed it.
Aunt Hui looked at him apologetically, "Save your energy."
Although Wenlong didn't get his venting, he was still grateful for Aunt Hui's actions, as this would give him more energy to roll around on Shishi that night.
As the moon gradually rose, the part of the west wall that was obscured felt even more eerie. While Aunt Hui was tidying up, they heard Uncle Cen's voice.
"Go wash up." After putting on his baggy pants, Aunt Hui moved the wooden basin aside and, seeing his still-present groin swelling, teased, "You really are something else?"
"What's wrong? You're all down already?" Forgot to smile and glance at her. "You're not made of paper."
Aunt Hui was silent for a moment, then filled the basin with water. "Don't try to be brave, it might wilt in a little while."
"No way—" He recalled the madness of last night and wanted to show off his achievements in front of Aunt Hui. "Ask your daughter."
"Hehe, you think I don't know?" Aunt Hui said this with a hint of sourness, not expecting that her words would reveal the secret.
"What do you know?" To cover up his misunderstanding, he went over and tickled her.
"Haha—no—" Aunt Hui dodged, laughing as she ran around on the floor with the wooden tray in her hand. Seeing that he wouldn't let it go, she stopped looking at him. "Shishi came back last night." The implication was clear: you think I don't know?
Wenlong stopped too, and said to her in a shameless manner, "She's back, so what?"
"What's wrong? Someone can't pull their legs."
"Nonsense!" he said defiantly.
"Who's talking nonsense? Looking at you during the day, you were even walking with your back bent. You were obviously exhausted. Didn't you stay up all night?"
"See if you keep talking nonsense!" he threatened her, reaching out to pinch her arm.
Aunt Hui pouted at him, a little coquettishly, "After my daughter came back from her competition this afternoon, she kept asking me, looking quite anxious. I knew she missed you, so I said, 'Didn't you see your Wenlong dad?' My daughter blushed and ran into the house to put down her schoolbag. Hehe, I knew you two must have done something naughty. Sure enough, my daughter couldn't stand my questioning, her face turned red to the roots of her neck, and she stammered that she came back last night."
"You're such a devil, you don't even trust your own daughter."
"You heartless wretch, still not at ease? Who was it that set you two up in the first place? You two really got together last night, and now you're cursing me and avoiding me." Aunt Hui's words left Wenlong speechless. If it weren't for Aunt Hui's matchmaking, he and Shishi wouldn't be where they are today. What was he still hiding from her? What was there left to hide?
Seeing his embarrassment at being scolded, Aunt Hui softened her tone and playfully pinched his ear, saying, "Hurry up and confess! Was my virgin pussy very tight? Was there a lot of blood? Was it comfortable? Did you not come all night?"
Wenlong covered her hands with both hands to prevent her ears from being lifted up, and grimaced, "How could I have that ability, Aunt Hui? Don't you know that?"
"What do I know? All I know is that you're quite capable with me, and you must be even more so with our daughter, practically melting into her. Tell me, how many times did you do it last night?"
Wenlong held up three fingers and pointed them at her, "Just the last three."
"Just three times? Bah, shameless!" Aunt Hui let go of his hand, not even glancing at him, and walked away with the wooden basin, leaving him standing there awkwardly. To be honest, Aunt Hui's questioning was reasonable. It was a miracle he hadn't died on Shishi's belly the first time he deflowered her. He remembered that last night, Shishi was begging him at the end, "Dad, be gentle." He had been thrusting so hard, as if he wanted to penetrate Shishi's uterus, drawing blood every time. With Aunt Hui by his side tonight, would he dare to be so unrestrained?
Feeling refreshed after washing up, he thought about tonight's events, perhaps Shishi would give him a little kiss, pinching his testicles and cleaning those areas carefully. When he turned and went back inside, Shishi was gone.
The lights inside were exceptionally bright, but moths and insects fluttered about. Aunt Hui was nowhere to be seen; she stood there alone, feeling abandoned. Aunt Hui looked around at this all-too-familiar place. The bed was now covered with brand-new sheets. This was once the bridal chamber of Cen Sigang and Xue Huizhen. Sigang had loved her then, and she had loved Sigang. When Cen Sigang and Xue Huizhen first met, their parents had invited relatives and neighbors. In their area, there was a saying that for the first three days of marriage, there were no distinctions of seniority; that is, regardless of the elders' generation, everyone could joke and play with the bride. However, on the second day, the handkerchief placed under the bride's body had to be shown. In the countryside, a woman's first time was highly valued, and that handkerchief was the testament to the bride's virginity.
Xue Huizhen was a genuine virgin. The day after Cen Sigang deflowered her, he proudly displayed her outside. His father and mother also glanced at her with smiles, then pursed their lips and happily went to the neighbor's house. He knew that this trip would surely bring him great pride, and they could confidently tell their neighbors that their wife was a genuine original.
This bed has been with Uncle Cen and Aunt Hui for over a decade. But who could have imagined that Uncle Cen would first suffer a stroke and become paralyzed, then fall into a coma. He barely escaped death and awoke, only to find his mental capacity had regressed to that of a child—a strange illness that renders a man no longer a man. Uncle Cen was completely unable to have sex, while Aunt Hui was at the age where she was most sexually active, inevitably creating a rift between the couple. Just as she was feeling restless and uneasy, she received the nourishment of Wenlong. Now that her husband, Cen Sigang, had become like this, her sister-in-law, Cen Sijin, had tacitly accepted Wenlong as the pillar of the family, allowing him to openly act as the male head of the household. Uncle Cen had become the son, Long'er the father, and Shishi the daughter. Faced with fierce competition from the Song and Pan families, in order to keep Long'er physically and emotionally, Aunt Hui actually made him the groom on this very bed, making him the groom in her own daughter's body.
Last night, the night he deflowered Shishi, as her lover, he was filled with anxiety, worry, and joy that he couldn't shake off all day. Shame, happiness, and smugness made him unconsciously smile secretly. Aunt Hui's forbearance and encouragement rekindled his idea of stopping after just one time. Faced with fresh, vibrant, and alluring flesh, he couldn't resist.
He found satisfaction in his daughter time and again, with each encounter more intense and flamboyant than the last. He was practically inseparable from Shishi's body.
"Are you done washing?" Aunt Hui appeared behind me without my noticing.
Where did you go?
"I went to buy pencils for Sigang. Your daughter is teaching him to draw." Aunt Hui knew Wenlong's longing and called out loudly to the neighbor, "Shishi, isn't that enough yet?"
"That's all." Shishi's voice was sweet, so sweet it warmed your heart.
"Then come and do your homework in this room." Aunt Hui smiled at Wenlong after saying that, and then quickly went to Cen Sigang's room.
"Mom—I'm going too." Cen Sigang was probably used to being pampered by Aunt Hui, and he stammered as he twisted his neck and tried to coax her.
"What are you going to do? You won't be able to study properly if you're with those two."
“Who doesn’t want to learn? I still need my sister to teach me to draw.” Cen Sigang also kept kissing Shishi.
“Your sister still has homework tonight. I’ll teach you to draw tomorrow!” Aunt Hui ignored him, and Uncle Cen pouted and didn’t say anything.
Shishi knew exactly what her mother was doing. She hesitated for a moment, then said to Aunt Hui, "Mom, I'm going over now." After saying that, she skipped and hopped to Wenlong's room.
"Dad." She was taken aback when she saw Wenlong, then walked in shyly. "I'm doing my homework."
Wenlong didn't know how to answer. Aunt Hui was there tonight, and as a man, he couldn't speak up. Seeing that he ignored her, Shishi didn't say anything and sat down at the table to open a book.
He could only climb into bed, fold his arms behind his head, and lean against the covers, quietly thinking as he watched Shishi's retreating figure. Shishi was already 14 years old. At 14, she understood many things. Didn't she know that what they were doing was wrong? Or was it, as others said, that all young girls have an Oedipus complex?
The room was very quiet; even the rustling sound of Shishi writing her homework could be heard. Sitting upright at the table, she looked even more delicate and pretty. Her figure was neither too fat nor too thin, and her curves were all in place. From the side, her breasts appeared quite large. He knew that she had inherited everything from Aunt Hui. Aunt Hui had large breasts from a very young age, so she was known as "Big Breasts." Shishi was clearly not far behind; her breasts were so large that it felt like you couldn't even grasp them all.
"Why isn't Dad and Mom coming over yet?" Shishi asked while doing her homework, her tone sounding a little flustered.
Wenlong shifted his position, and under the light, Shishi's face looked remarkably fresh; even the fine hairs on her face were clearly visible. Before he could answer, Aunt Hui had already pushed open the door.
"Still not asleep?" she said softly to him. "Why are you so quiet?"
Aunt Hui went to great lengths for him, but she herself felt a little embarrassed.
"Shishi, didn't you say a word to Wenlong's dad?"
"I still have homework to do." Shishi was also making excuses. She turned around, smiled at Aunt Hui, and shook her head. "Dad—come here, I have a question." She then became shy.
"Go quickly," Aunt Hui urged him. Wenlong got off the bed with his buttocks askew and stood behind Shishi. Shishi seemed very nervous and pointed with her pen to tell him what was going on. He had to bend down, and Shishi's hair touched his face. He unconsciously reached out and stroked Shishi's head.
"Shishi, do your homework later, spend some time with Dad."
"Mom, I haven't finished my homework yet."
Seeing that Aunt Hui wanted to speak, Wenlong quickly stopped her with a look, "Let her do it."
Aunt Hui also breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let Wenlong's dad help you."
Shishi remained stiff and motionless, but she shifted her position slightly to make room for Wenlong to sit down next to her, his hand gently around her waist. Aunt Hui was already lying in bed, asleep with her face turned inwards.

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