【Passionate Undercurrents Series: Wife's Incest】(1-4) Author: Yi Ming

Author: Yi Ming
Word Count: 11897

(1) Xin Yan and I

walked through the slowly expanding smoke rings and watched Xin Yan clear the table, pondering the words she had just said.

"Being a bridesmaid can save on wedding gift money."

Before today, this sentence would have been like a thousand everyday conversations between husband and wife, disappearing into
thin air .

Mei Ying chose to hold her wedding on the 28th of this month, which is tomorrow. It should have been
natural Firstly, Mei Ying was her best friend in college, and secondly, Mei Ying was Mei Ying
's bridesmaid when I got married.

"Why did you decide to be Mei Ying's bridesmaid again today..."

"Oh, you know how persistent she is..."

"I mean you should have agreed to give it to her a long time ago."

I suddenly changed the subject, and the bowls and plates that Xin Yan had just picked up made a "clink".

"You know how much they used to prank other people's wedding night..."

Although Xin Yan didn't finish her sentence, she had already expressed two meanings. First, according to local custom
, the more enthusiastically you tease someone else's wedding night, the more severe the retaliation you'll face when you get married. Second, bridesmaids often become
the main participants in the wedding night pranks, especially if they're already married.

"You decided so late, is there enough time to prepare?"

"Actually, there's not much to prepare, the bridesmaid dresses are all ready-made."

Xin Yan seemed to have been waiting for me to ask those two questions, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when I said that.

I shifted my body, which was sunken in the living room sofa, and watched Xin Yan turn around and sway as she walked into the kitchen.
Beneath her sky-blue dress, her full, elastic hips trembled slightly with each step, the thin fabric quivering. That layer of fabric
suddenly transformed into a nearly transparent white veil, dancing in the wind, barely concealing her alluring body.
Perhaps there was another side hidden beneath.

Xin Yan was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. At 28 years old, she was fuller than when she was in college
, her 1.65-meter-tall figure exuding a mature charm amidst her curvaceous figure.

The first time I met her in college, I was captivated by her almond-shaped eyes, especially those dark
pupils that seemed to read your mind. Her oval face and straight nose made her small, playful
chin accentuate her full, luscious lips.

When Yang Mi first debuted, Xin Yan immediately earned the nickname "Little Yang Mi." Xin Yan's fair and flawless
skin was so striking that when she first presented herself to me, the tuft of shiny black
hair on her lower abdomen seemed particularly out of place. This contrast was so strong that it was forever etched in my memory.

I was only a few months older than her, with a standard height of 1.8 meters, handsome features, and a chiseled face. In
college, my attraction to women was obvious. When I met a girl face-to-face, if she immediately
looked ahead and pretended to be innocent, the more turbulent her inner feelings were. Some girls will
subconsciously tilt their faces slightly to show off what they think is their most beautiful angle.
If you turn around and see her after passing by, and she immediately relaxes, some might even look down and reflect on their behavior, because their
heartstrings have just been plucked hard.

The first time I bumped into Xinyan on campus, her behavior was exactly the same as other girls. Meiying was
right next to her that time, and as I approached, the two of them immediately stopped talking, their two pretty faces turning in different directions,
trying to show me their most beautiful angle. Not long after that, I easily defeated Xinyan's many suitors and
won this beauty's heart.

After being immersed in sex, many girls become vulgar, even crude, like angels fallen to earth. But
in Xinyan, the release of desire made her less naive and more gentle; physical maturity made her less
immature and more composed. I think this is not only because she comes from a highly educated family, possessing an innate pure
temperament and refined upbringing, but also because she has a kind and peaceful heart.

Xinyan is the kind of woman who is intensely beautiful in a subtle way. She always presents herself neatly and cleanly, and every gesture
, every smile, every word exudes a subtle and captivating charm. Even in
moments , her hesitation, cooperation, gentleness, and intensity are all perfectly timed and deeply moving.

Having an unparalleled woman can ignite your boundless imagination and endless sexual desire. When these
two things come together, the energy generated is enough to drive any woman from the brink of ecstasy to
an irresistible urge , until finally, a raging inferno of desire. Will a woman reborn in this way ultimately become insatiable?
At that time, I was too naive to seriously consider this.

After graduating from university, I followed Xinyan to the medium-sized city in southern China where she was born, and began
a life busy making a living. Because her family was local and had many connections, Xinyan quickly found a stable job
, working in administration at a state-owned enterprise.

While I also received help from Xinyan and her relatives and friends, I struggled. I even tried starting my own
business and now work as a sales manager at a private company. This "sales manager" title is just
a figurehead ; I'm constantly running around to clients, collecting orders, sometimes delivering goods myself, and chasing payments.

Since I'm not the type to be good at networking, I can barely meet my monthly sales
targets , earning only a basic salary and bonuses. Now, even the mortgage and housing provident fund contributions are entirely covered by Xinyan.
Some of our friends, unaware of the situation, envy this pairing: one with a stable, worry-free job, the other venturing out into the world.

Xinyan's constant composure made me forget for a time my own precarious life;
her peaceful existence was a world apart.

In my second year of work, Xinyan, as always, chose to marry me. Five years into our marriage,
especially after moving into the apartment Xinyan's parents bought as a down payment, we truly enjoyed a period of blissful intimacy as a
couple . She was like a calm, clear lake, silently absorbing my increasingly anxious and turbulent emotions.

However, the ups and downs of life, especially the pressures of my work, continued to accumulate,
gradually eroding our relationship. Eventually, even our sex life couldn't escape this, degenerating into a weekly
routine. Xinyan, however, remained without complaint, continuing to maintain her composure and calm in the face of her incompetent husband.

The standard high-end furnishings and decorations in this two-bedroom apartment, purchased years ago, were all
paid . Whenever there was a temporary cash shortage, it was Xinyan who would borrow money from her parents.
My parents-in-law, who are quite amiable, rarely criticize our lives or ask us to repay the money. At most,
they urge us to have children when they meet. Whenever I think about the misalignment between Xinyan and me over the years, and the thought that she might have regretted
marrying me but accepted reality to avoid further complications, my heart is gripped by fear, self-blame, and suspicion.

I don't know when it started, but instead of showing disappointment or dissatisfaction with my declining sexual ability, Xinyan
has shown unusually strong reactions to stimulations that should be normal during sex.

At first, I thought she was being deceptive, merely hinting at her unsatisfied desires, or trying to
rekindle my former sexual fantasies and impulses. Later, I gradually came to believe that she was simply trying to savor every precious moment given the
reduced of our encounters.

I feel like I've unknowingly become a black hole at the bottom of a lake, swallowing Xinyan's heart.
The cascading water grows increasingly rapid, eventually turning the once calm surface into a huge whirlpool.

(2) Red Dust Inn

Not long ago, on a Friday evening, Xin Yan and I sat side by side on the sofa watching The Voice of China.

When the song "Red Dust Inn" came on, Zhang Yang sang in a unique tone,

"In the world of martial arts, fighting is nothing more than fame and fortune.
How can a person who cannot let go of the country in his heart be carefree and unrestrained?
I only ask to grow old with you."

Suddenly, countless emotions welled up in my heart. It seemed that all the disappointments of the past few years could
be .

Before, when Li Xingni's clear voice rang out, Xin Yan's eyes immediately became bright. Now the female voice
followed the male voice and sang,

"Who laughs at me? I only ask to hold you in my arms today.
Red Dust Inn, the wind is like a knife,
the rain falls, fate knocks."

Finally, the three words "fate knocks" broke through the female singer's throat, and the clear high register immediately stirred
the hearts of the listeners. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xin Yan raise her hands and gently touch her chest, as if afraid that her heart
would jump out of her throat. Her long eyelashes blinked frequently.

Next, the male and female voices sang a heartfelt duet,

"Let the martial arts world be led by anyone, I will only bow down for you. We'll cross
desolate villages and wild bridges to seek ancient paths
far from the hustle and bustle of the world, willow
catkins drifting , hand in hand, carefree and at ease.

" When they reached the line "I will only bow down for you," the female singer gracefully curtsied to the male singer, and Xinyan
nodded slightly, her eyes filled with happiness and contentment. Lost in the melody, she unconsciously bit her lower
lip , her head swaying gently, her newly styled, long, wavy hair, recently permed, playfully brushing
against her flushed cheeks.

I took Xinyan's hand, holding her soft, boneless hair in my palm, thinking how fortunate it was that
the Red Dust Inn existed in this world.

As the commercials began, Xinyan grinned and reached out to pinch my crotch. Suddenly, I had the urge
to do it with her now, so I wouldn't miss the show later. So I reached out and pulled her bathrobe off
her shoulders .

Xinyan glanced at me shyly, then stood up and, mimicking the female singer's gesture, gave me a curtsy.
Her snow-white C-cup breasts, round and full, swayed seductively with her movements
, her light brown areolas adorned with erect nipples that hadn't yet hardened. Then, Xinyan untied the belt of her bathrobe, letting it slide
to the floor, and gracefully walked up to me.

Naked, she knelt on the floor as usual, slowly pulling down my only piece of clothing—my
shorts . As I slightly raised my buttocks, she stared intently at my gradually exposed abdomen. Each time her erect
penis sprang out, she would smile with satisfaction.

Xinyan began to suck and swallow that grotesque organ with relish, her delicate face distorted by
exaggerated . Moved by the song, my gaze lingered on Xin Yan's face, trying to find the goddess I once admired, the one
I would have willingly bowed down to.

The sucking sounds around me grew increasingly unrestrained, and for a moment I found her focused oral sex on me lewd.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and lightly slapped her a few times. Xin Yan, with that bulging vein in her mouth, let out
a soft , then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

I had never been rough with Xin Yan before, even in moments of extreme sexual arousal, I was always mindful of her delicate skin,
with its blue veins, afraid of accidentally damaging this gem. Seeing
the complex longing in her eyes, I slapped her cheeks repeatedly, the
sound of the slaps echoing.

Xin Yan closed her eyes, letting out a high-pitched moan, and red handprints quickly appeared on her fair cheeks.
I felt her lips tremble as they enveloped my hard member, and I continued hitting her until her cheeks began to swell.
As soon as I stopped, she immediately began to shake her head back and forth, continuing the piston-like motion with her mouth, occasionally pushing it desperately
into her throat.

For some reason, I found it incredibly satisfying to treat a woman so wantonly, so I reached out and pinched her
already hardened nipples with my fingers, twisting them hard. Xin Yan initially managed to keep up the rapid swallowing and spitting, but as her breathing grew
heavier, she suddenly spat out the dark red, enormous thing, letting out a soft "Ah!" from her throat, a thin line of clear saliva still
clinging to .

"Harder, harder… Ah… Hmm…"

Xin Yan's whole body trembled, her head thrown back as if trying to straighten her throat, emitting a loud groan.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Squeezing…"

"Squeezing what?"

"Squeezing, squeezing the breasts, the nipples…"

Xin Yan had never spoken the names of her body parts like this before; she always referred to them as "here" or "there."

"Slut, slut!"

With each curse, Xin Yan's body swayed back and forth, as if in response.

"Who's a slut?"

"I am, I am..."

"What are you?"

"I am, I am a slut, a slut..."

"Say it again!"

"I am a slut!"

The moment Xin Yan's high-pitched "slut" burst from her throat, I abruptly released my grip. Her previously
tense body jerked, then she slumped softly onto her heels, panting heavily, her
round breasts trembling uncontrollably.

I was surprised that I would do this, as I ran my toes between her legs and played with the tuft of stiff pubic hair. What surprised me even more...
To my surprise, she parted her thighs and immediately pressed her private parts against my toes.

"What is this?"

Xinyan opened her eyes, her bright eyes staring at my cold expression through her messy hair.

"It's, it's a little sister..."

"A little sister?! What does a slut look like?!"

"It's, it's, it's a cunt."

Xinyan looked at me earnestly, pronouncing the word "cunt" very clearly, especially
the dirty word, which sounded like she was taking a crunchy bite of an apple. Although I deliberately forced her to say this
word full of malice towards female organs, I didn't expect that when that word pierced her mouth for the first time, I would feel
a feeling even stronger than when I had just molested her body.

I was amused that while she was satisfying my strange desires, she was also trying to tell me that beneath her pure and elegant appearance, there was a corner of her that had always been hiding some lewdness, and that grass had grown
on her calm and calm heart . The pinched nipples quickly swelled back to their full size after the pressure was released. Xin Yan's private parts gripped my toes like suction cups, slowly engulfing them, shamelessly transferring their warmth and moisture to me. Xin Yan began to move her hips, scraping herself there. Suddenly, I felt I couldn't continue touching her in such a shameful way, especially her most tender parts. I used to cherish her body more than Xin Yan did, afraid that even the slightest force would leave bruises on her delicate skin. "Ah..." she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly biting her lower lip. "Why are you so shameless!" "Because I love you..." "Nonsense, why are you so shameless!" "Because, because, I'm no different from other women. No... I, I'm even more ... even more shameless than other women!" Xin Yan reached out and grasped her full breasts, kneading them into various strange shapes, the pubic hair on her genitals continuing to rub against my toes. To my astonishment, I discovered that within this trembling, struggling body, a restless little beast was already trapped. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Xin Yan's eyes were glazed, staring at the hard, erect member between my legs. With each utterance, filthy words poured from her lips. I entered the overflowing Xin Yan in the most fitting rear-entry position, enjoying the friction and impact of our flesh as the fullest part of her white, tender buttocks trembled like ripples on water. I frequently slapped her firm buttocks, each crisp "smack" accompanied by a pleasurable moan from her. "Want more, you slut?" "Yes, yes... faster, fuck me, fuck this slut to death..." "Slut, is it good?" "Yes, yes... harder, faster, harder..." "Slut, where does it feel good?" " My cunt feels good, my cunt feels so, so good..." I reached out and grabbed her long, glossy black hair, and Xin Yan turned her head back, revealing her profile, allowing me, in my confusion, to recognize that the flesh pounding in front of me was none other than her. When Xin Yan came to orgasm, it was very obvious; the trembling inside her body vibrated her skin, and when her whole body tensed up, she threw her head back and let out a hoarse moan. "Ah... ah, all, all of it inside my cunt..." The still rapidly moving hard object was already covered with a layer of white semen, but I was far from feeling like I was going to ejaculate. I slapped her plump buttocks, which were covered with handprints, a few times, and that flesh immediately straightened her slender waist, . In the end, Xinyan and I both collapsed, naked, embracing each other on the sofa. In my drowsy state, the song "Red Dust Inn" echoed in my ears again. At that moment, I secretly thought that Xinyan was still two years away from turning 30, but I didn't expect that the wolf inside her had already grown so amazingly. Today, holding you in my arms, can I really hold your hand and be carefree? (3) On the wedding night , Xinyan first mentioned Meiying's wedding during dinner. I had just picked up a piece of stir-fried pork kidney with my chopsticks and paused noticeably . I glanced at Xinyan across from me, and she was carefully observing my expression. "Dawei is so crazy when he makes a ruckus in the bridal chamber. He and Meiying are going to have a hard time now." As soon as I said that, Xinyan realized that she had accidentally touched a sore spot and quickly changed the subject. But the floodgates of my memory had already been opened. Dawei and Meiying started dating in middle school. After graduation, Meiying was admitted to our university and soon met Xinyan, who was from the same city. The two immediately became best friends. After Xinyan and I started dating, I learned that Meiying had noticed me even earlier than she had, but unlike some best friends, they didn't fall out over men. Dawei graduated from a local second-tier university and had been working in this city ever since. He got a job at Xinyan's state-owned enterprise and is doing quite well. He's the kind of person who's outspoken and always talking big. Although he was one of the first friends I made after arriving in this city, we never really became close. At first, Xinyan always encouraged me to get to know him better, partly because he was her best friend's boyfriend, and partly because she hoped I could leverage his social connections. The year Xinyan and I were preparing for our wedding, I was working quietly and unnoticed at my first job. My department wanted to sell a batch of equipment to the state-owned enterprise where Xinyan worked. I told Xinyan, whom I was living with, about it, and she immediately brightened up and told me that Dawei was in charge of the procurement. Xinyan immediately arranged a meal for Dawei and Meiying. During the meal, she and Meiying chimed in, and Dawei thumped his chest repeatedly, calling them "brother" and saying he'd take care of everything. Knowing Dawei as I did before weren't going well. After confirming with Xinyan several times, I finally mustered the courage to tell my boss that I'd already made some connections. Our company was facing several strong competitors at the time, so my boss was overjoyed to hear that I'd gotten Dawei's support and immediately promoted me to head of the sales project . Then came my wedding day with Xinyan and me. The unmarried Meiying was naturally the obvious . The wedding night festivities were the most exciting for the guests and the most nerve-wracking for the newlyweds. According to local custom, all the had to be men, and the number had to be a multiple of nine. When 18 men crowded into our small bedroom, Xinyan, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, was already sitting on the edge of the bed. I don't know if it was because she'd drunk...

She was blushing, perhaps from the lack of alcohol or shyness.

"My girlfriend is my bridesmaid today, so please be polite."

"Brother Dawei, I knew you'd look after me."

I seized every opportunity to flatter Dawei, something Xinyan had been asking me to do lately.

"Oh dear, that's not quite right. I was telling them to be polite, not me. Besides, today is a
joyous occasion, a once-in-a-lifetime event, so we must enjoy it to the fullest. Unless you want to do it a few more times, I can
oblige , but I'm afraid Xinyan won't agree."

The local wedding night pranks didn't involve biting apples, but instead, they started with something risqué,
constantly introducing new twists.

"Will you be wearing the same pants when you live together in the future?"

I was prepared for this, so I chuckled and took off my suit pants to hand to Xinyan, but Meiying
snatched them away halfway.

"Xinyan, you're wearing his pants, so you'll have to listen to him from now on."

Meiying finished speaking and tossed my pants behind the crowd, covering her mouth and laughing along with everyone else. I had worn beach shorts
beforehand , and although I didn't embarrass myself, I was startled by Meiying's sudden action.
Generally, bridesmaids are supposed to help the bride, and if a bridesmaid betrays her, the bride will be in big trouble.

"Meiying is right, our Xinyan will be in charge of her husband in the future, and make him listen to her."

"Yeah..." Everyone held back their laughter and agreed with Dawei.

"But I look like this today..." Xinyan glanced at Dawei, pointed to her wedding dress, and looked at Meiying,
not knowing what to do.

"You're not wearing anything underneath, are you? Why are you in such a hurry to get down to business?"

Dawei led the way in laughing unrestrainedly. Meiying didn't try to smooth things over at this time, but instead smiled and reached out to push Xinyan
to take it off quickly.

Xinyan's face turned bright red, and she had no choice but to stand up, turn her back to everyone, and lower her head to struggle to lift up her skirt, revealing
two beautiful legs wearing white stockings.

"Stockings won't do, those are socks, not pants."

Before Xinyan could even roll up the stockings completely, Dawei interrupted and rejected her. Xinyan rolled her eyes at Dawei, and
as she reached to take off her underwear, the hem of her skirt was lifted up to almost reveal her thighs.

Dawei, oblivious to her beauty, stared at Xinyan's legs as she moved gracefully,
only to be punched in the chest by Meiying. Instead of stopping, he reached out and lifted Xinyan's skirt. Xinyan quickly squatted down; although she wasn't completely exposed,
half of her fair buttocks was still visible to everyone.

Hearing the laughter and the sounds of people swallowing saliva around me, I really wanted to curse. But remembering Xinyan's
earnest advice that to improve my position at work, I had to cultivate a good relationship with Dawei, I had to suppress
my sympathy for her.

"Ah, why are you only wearing one pair? Meiying, why didn't you prepare something better for Xinyan?" Dawei said
innocently , which only elicited more laughter.

When Xinyan stood up and handed me the white panties rolled up in a small ball, Dawei reached out as if to force her, which
startled her so much that she jumped into my arms. She tripped over her skirt and almost fell, but luckily I caught her in time. Xinyan
wasn't angry at all; instead, she looked up at everyone with a smile, secretly pinching me to tell me not to get upset.

According to local custom, if the bride or groom loses face during the wedding night pranks, they'll
often quarrel .

I chuckled and unfolded Xinyan's panties to see that they were actually thongs. Turning my head, I saw
Xinyan, who had just sat back on the edge of the bed, secretly pinching Meiying's waist. Seeing Meiying's playful dodging, I realized that Dawei
and Meiying had come all out to tease us tonight. I thought to myself, "It'll only be a little while anyway, let's see
what they can do to us."

"Small is good, small is wonderful. The smaller, the tighter I can control her. I want to be my wife's henpecked husband."

I said, deftly slipping the tiny thong over my beach shorts and walking around
confidently in front of everyone, making them laugh uproariously.

"That's right, see? I told you to wear a thong, didn't I?"

Meiying jumped up and clapped, giving Dawei a knowing, half-smiling look, seemingly mocking his failure.

"Being henpecked isn't enough. A good husband has to make his wife comfortable too. Hurry up and touch the water, hurry up and touch the water."

Touching the water is a rather nasty way of teasing newlyweds in the area these past two years, where the groom has to touch the bride's private parts
and then show his wet hand to everyone. I glanced at Xinyan, who was secretly
pushing something she had tucked into her skirt.

I thought to myself, thank goodness I was prepared, and chuckled as I squatted down, reaching between Xinyan's legs to find the small bottle
of glycerin . I pretended to be fiddling between Xinyan's legs, squeezing some glycerin onto my hand. I didn't realize I'd squeezed too much
when .

"Damn, the bride's got so much fluid! The groom might ruin his health tonight!"

No matter what Dawei said, I could only raise my hand and smile sheepishly at him.

"Spread your fingers."

Without thinking, I separated my glycerin-covered fingers, feeling a little confused.

"Oh dear, no stringy stuff. It's fake, or maybe you touched pee. Haha."

I suddenly understood what Dawei meant, and my smile froze. Under everyone's gaze, I stared
blankly at my fingers, and even stupidly spread them apart a few more times.

"You big man, how can you not even tell if a woman's fluids are real or fake? Want me to touch
Meiying and show you?"

Before Dawei could finish speaking, Meiying's giggles and "You're so annoying!" came through the phone.

Xinyan, all smiles, grabbed my hand, gesturing for me to squat down and put my hand back under her skirt. She
bent down and whispered in my ear, "Don't be angry, please don't be angry."

My fingers slid across her almost dry private area, unsure what to do.

"Put it in," Xinyan whispered, gently lifting her hips.

When I inserted my fingers into Xinyan's body, I dared not move too much in the wetness, afraid of making
embarrassing splashes. Behind me, all was quiet; everyone held their breath with ill intent.

When I held my fingers up to everyone again, my fingertips, still wet with Xinyan's fluids, felt a little cool. I hesitated, wondering whether to
separate my fingers.

"Stop dividing it up, the bride just lifted her butt, it can't be fake. Haha."

Dawei and everyone's burst of laughter echoed in the small room, like thunderclaps hitting my eardrums.
I glanced at Xinyan's smiling face and her dazed eyes, cursing inwardly while laughing even harder.
They were hysterical.

The subsequent oral sex with cucumbers, breastfeeding, etc., were no longer a problem for me. I don't remember when we got to
the point where someone reminded us not to stay out too late, and everyone dispersed.

When Xinyan and I saw Meiying and Dawei off at the door, the two women were still whispering and laughing,
completely unconcerned about Dawei's earlier antics.

As soon as we closed the door after seeing everyone off, Xinyan turned around and hugged me tightly, rubbing her burning face against my
darkening face, saying, "Good husband, you did a great job tonight. It's all for our future."

I was slightly taken aback, reached out and hugged Xinyan tightly, silently vowing to take better care of
her from now on.

(4) Meiying's wedding photo

Xinyan's kind wishes did not work in the mundane business world. Dawei's sales deal was ultimately not closed
, and rumors circulated that he said I had no guts and didn't want to do business with someone like me.

Not long after, I lost my first job because of this, and my career became increasingly unsuccessful.

After that, Xinyan didn't dare mention Dawei in front of me anymore, and she was very careful every time she talked about Meiying.

"Being a bridesmaid can save money."

Xinyan's tone remained as calm as usual, trying to avoid making me feel embarrassed by the increasing
topic of saving money, and also to pull me back to reality from my reverie.

"I think they should find an unmarried bridesmaid."

"Yeah, I think so too. Then I'll go explain to her."

In the following days, Xinyan didn't mention Meiying's wedding again, I think she must have already declined.

That night before going to bed, I took a shower and returned to the bedroom, Xinyan wasn't in bed. I leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette,
and casually scrolled through WeChat, but she didn't come in until I finished the cigarette.

I remembered that she had received a phone call before dinner and went to the study to talk for a while before coming out. I casually asked
who called, and Xinyan was slightly taken aback, then immediately said it was Ruoxin. Ruoxin is Xinyan's twin sister.

I got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, saw light coming from the half-open door of the study, so I went over and pushed the door open.
Xinyan, sitting at her computer desk, abruptly turned off the screen. I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a
wedding photo.

"It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?" Xinyan turned and gave me a gentle look.

"I was waiting for you. Was that Meiying and her husband's wedding photos?"

"Yes, they sent them to me so I could help them choose."

"Oh, let me see too."

"Never mind, it's too late. Besides, they're all pretty good, there's nothing to choose for them." "

Oh, then go to sleep early."

Xinyan accompanied me back to the bedroom and onto the bed, making small talk before turning over and going
to sleep.

I turned off the bedside lamp, staring at the dark ceiling, wondering why she hadn't mentioned Meiying's
wedding . Suddenly, I felt something was off; it seemed she was hiding something from me. I really wanted to know
what Xinyan had been looking at on the computer.

I heard Xinyan's even, deep breathing and touched her arm to make sure she was asleep. I
immediately tiptoed out of bed and out of the bedroom, quickly closing the door and turning on the computer as soon as I entered the study.

In the "Photo Collection," I found a new folder called "Meiying's Wedding Photos." Clicking
on it immediately brought up several subfolders. I first opened the first one, "Western Classics," and started browsing
. In each photo, Dawei, dressed in a white or black tuxedo, and Meiying, in a white floor-length wedding dress,
her hair meticulously styled and topped with a floral crown, posed in various
typical wedding photo poses against different indoor and outdoor backdrops.

I had actually noticed Meiying in college, and if it weren't for Xinyan, I think I would have been attracted to
her. Meiying has a full forehead and a round, silver-toned face—completely different from Xinyan. It
seems my taste in women is rather broad, or perhaps it's just because I like the
style of women from small towns in southern China.

Meiying's bridal makeup wasn't too heavy; her bright, expressive eyes and playful nose
already made her face look radiant enough. Perhaps due to the lighting, Meiying's neck,
shoulders, and arms, with her partially exposed cleavage, appeared more slender and fair than I had imagined. Her face radiated happiness, and her slightly mature
femininity would captivate many men. As I flipped through the photos, I thought that if Dawei hadn't
been dating her since middle school, Meiying might have married a better man.

Suddenly, Xinyan appeared in one of the photos, wearing a white off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress and white
lace gloves, holding a bouquet of colorful roses just like Meiying.

No wonder Xinyan had been avoiding me earlier. Seeing her secretly acting as Meiying's bridesmaid in the wedding photos, I
realized I had underestimated the disappointment that opposing Xinyan's bridesmaid role would cause these two best friends. I even had the urge
to persuade Xinyan not to attend Meiying's wedding at all, but the thought filled me with a wave of guilt.

Next came folders like "Chinese Classical Style," "Daily Life," and "Outdoor Adventure," filled
with various trendy wedding dress sets. Meiying and Dawei, dressed in different outfits,
struck . Xinyan often appeared in the last few photos, serving to enhance the scene.

Intrigued, I clicked on the "Beach Swimsuit" set. What greeted my eyes was Dawei, with his bulging,
square face and tight swim trunks revealing his white, fleshy body. It was a pity about Meiying's
alluring figure. Her breasts were fuller than I'd imagined, especially when she changed from a one-piece swimsuit to a bikini;
her heavy breasts seemed about to burst out of her bra. Later, when she changed into a particularly revealing bikini,
most of her breasts were exposed.

Looking at the small triangle of underwear that outlined the lines of her flesh below Meiying's relatively flat stomach, I
eagerly flipped through the photos. When Xinyan finally appeared in the picture wearing the same bikini, I couldn't help but be
a little surprised.

The first picture showed Meiying and Xinyan, both wearing bikinis, lying on two side-by-side beach chairs, with a backdrop of
blue sky, white clouds, and white sand. Dawei was also accompanied by a young man;
judging from his muscular physique, dark, healthy skin, and handsome features, he was probably a male model. The two men, wearing only tight swim trunks, were making a
whispering gesture, as if commenting on the two swimsuit-clad women before them.

In the second picture, Meiying and Xinyan both sat up from the beach chairs, the two men holding sunscreen in one hand and...
Each man pointed at a woman's body, as if volunteering to serve the two women. The two beautiful women feigned
surprise , covering most of their exposed breasts with their hands.

The third photo was even more outrageous. Dawei stood in front of Meiying, hands on his hips, sticking out his plump belly
towards her. Meiying, still sitting on the beach chair, pulled down Dawei's swim trunks, peeking inside with
an exaggerated expression of surprise. Next to them was a handsome man with his arms crossed, deliberately tensing his chest and arm muscles,
also sticking out his abs.

Xinyan, also sitting, had one hand hooked around the waist of the handsome man's swim trunks, the other covering her mouth, her face turned to the side
with an expression of unbridled joy. In the picture, because Xinyan's body was slightly tilted towards the camera, most of her exposed breasts
created a deep cleavage.

This last photo in the folder made my heart race. I'm not the conservative type of husband; I've even
taken Xinyan to public swimming pools a few times in a bikini. Every time, she complained that the fabric was too tight, and
she was extra careful whenever she came out of the water, afraid of accidentally exposing herself. I laughed at her for being overly sensitive, even though I had long noticed that she was always the focus of attention for men
wherever she went . Whenever those gazes brazenly caressed her exposed, fair
skin, I felt a complex mix of emotions—a sense of smugness at possessing a beauty, and a thrill of being challenged and
violated .

After returning to the previous folder, I rummaged through it for a while, trying to see if there were any other similar
photos . After a fruitless search, I released the mouse and slumped back in my chair. I pondered that
if what I had just seen was a story, it shouldn't end like this. I suddenly remembered the hidden folder and immediately
frantically started working on the computer again.

When the hidden folder finally appeared, the title "So Young" made my heart
pound . The folder was password protected, and I tried several of Xinyan's usual passwords, but none of them worked. I
hesitated for a moment before entering my birthday, and the folder opened.

Sure enough, it was a continuation of the "Beach Swimsuit" series.

In the first photo, Xinyan and Meiying had swapped poses from the last one. Meiying's fingers were hooked around
Dawei's swim trunks waistband, her face turned away, laughing uncontrollably. Xinyan pulled down Meinan's swim trunks, peeking inside like Meiying
had done , her face showing surprise.

In the second photo, Xinyan and Meiying were both back on the beach chairs, each raising one leg high,
while two men diligently applied sunscreen to their feet.

In the third photo, Xinyan and Meiying were both leaning forward, while two men applied sunscreen to their backs.
The women's bras were gone, and Meiying's hands were pressed against her D-cup breasts,
as if sinking into a pile of soft dough.

In the fourth photo, both women stood up, using only one arm to cover their vital parts.
Two men stood on either side of the two women, each holding onto the tie on one side of their swim trunks.
The women used their other hands to pull at the untied ties, their expressions a mixture of laughter and surprise.

My throat went dry, and my hand trembled as I clicked on the next photo. The two men moved to
the other , holding onto the other ties of their swim trunks. Xinyan and Meiying covered their chests with one hand and pressed down on
their half-drooping swim trunks with the other. The women laughed even more excitedly in the photo.

I can't describe the complex emotions I felt as I clicked the arrow to the next photo. In the photo, Xinyan and Meiying
were completely naked, only one hand covering their chests and the other their lower abdomens, playfully
sticking out their tongues at the camera. The two men twirled their swim trunks in the air, grinning broadly.

As I clicked on the next photo, I angrily muttered to myself, "I'll see how you play this game now." In
the picture , Xinyan and Meiying were facing the camera sideways, tightly embracing each other. Breasts pressed against breasts,
abdomens pressed against abdomens, they turned their heads to look at the men behind them. Dawei held sunscreen in one hand,
and his other hand was directly inserted into Meiying's buttocks. The handsome man was squeezing sunscreen onto Xinyan's bare, round buttocks, making
a .

When I saw the picture of Xinyan peeking into the handsome man's swim trunks, I was still wondering
how she wore anything underneath that small, tight swim trunk. Otherwise, based on my understanding of Xinyan, she would never have agreed to it. When I saw with my own eyes that
Xinyan was completely naked later, although she didn't expose any private parts, her pure image that
I had always held blurred instantly.

When the prompt for the last picture appeared on the screen, I felt a mix of emotions. Although Xinyan covered
her private parts in the picture, with such exposure during the photoshoot,
it was inevitable that people would see those parts that shouldn't be exposed.

The thought that Xin Yan, whom I had always revered as a goddess, had
been admired not only by this male model, but also by Dawei, and even by all the male staff in the photography studio, filled me with an inexplicable sense
of unease.

Going back to the previous folder, I saw the next subfolder was titled "Wild Youth," and my
heart sank. I fumbled for a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, held it in my lungs for a moment, and then forcefully
exhaled.

[To be continued]

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