By the seaside road, Aunt slammed on the brakes.
Then, rolling down the window and gazing at the beach under the night sky, she said casually, "I've seen it all! No wonder people always say: 'A scoundrel isn't scary; it's a scoundrel with culture that's scary.' Lian, you're the first cultured scoundrel Auntie has ever encountered."
"My dad, is he a scoundrel too?" In Lian's memory, this was the first time Auntie had called him anything other than his name; before, she had always called him "Lian."
This proved that Auntie's attitude toward him had undergone a huge change and the direction of that change depended on his subsequent behavior.
So he didn't back down at all and continued to press on.
He needed Auntie to see him with the same eyes she used to see a peer and to give emotional support to Auntie only peers could give emotional support from Auntie.
Auntie said softly, "Don't mention him anymore. Mentioning him makes me sad. My heart really can't take any more pain." In the sea breeze, Lian saw tears glistening on her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Auntie," Lian's voice softened.
"Tell me, what do you want? What do you want from your Auntie?" Auntie's voice trembled with sobs.
Lian was silent for a moment. "It's you, Auntie..."
Auntie suddenly took a deep breath but continued to look at the beach.
"Your Auntie is much older than you. Right now, you're still young, but when you grow up, your Auntie will be old. You'll find another woman to replace your Auntie then."
Lian thought for a moment, then decided to tell the truth: "I don't know if I'll find another woman in the future, but I'm sure of one thing: I will always love my Auntie. Even when you become an old woman. Because you are my Aunt! But you are a beauty, Auntie, even when you're old, you'll still be a beautiful old woman!"
Hearing Lian's last sentence, Auntie finally chuckled and turned her head away. Her tears were still wet, but her smile was radiant.
"Your father is a hypocrite and you are a real villain! I don't know who is worse, you or him!"
"Of course, it's me." Lian smiled. The knowledge accumulated in his mind clearly told him that he had won the gamble! At this moment, he had won the heart of the beautiful woman before him.
Auntie's pretty face was lovely. Lian straightened up, brought his face close to hers, and gently kissed her. Auntie naturally closed her eyes. Lian wasn't kissing her rosy lips, but rather the tears in her eyes.
Just as Lian reached for Auntie's chest, wanting to feel its softness, her fingers touched his lips, a gesture of silence that sometimes meant to stop.
Lian was startled. Wasn't this the perfect moment to deepen their connection?
Why was Auntie suddenly telling him to stop?
However, Lian's consideration for Auntie's feelings far outweighed his physical desires.
So when Auntie made this gesture of refusal, Lian withdrew, a hint of regret on his face.
"I know you want it, but you'll have to hold back today," Auntie explained softly. "Last night was your first time. And I know you didn't sleep well last night and I've been keeping you busy all afternoon. Doing it now won't be good for your body. I've been there, I know what's important."
Hearing Auntie say this, Lian felt overwhelming joy. For the first time, he felt genuine care from his lover. Seeing Lian's happy expression, Auntie blushed and lightly patted him.
"Don't get too excited yet. Auntie isn't some little girl. To put it bluntly, you don't know anything yet. If we actually get in bed together, you'll just ejaculate and have your fun,, Auntie will be left half-satisfied. Am I supposed to masturbate myself afterward? Why should I make it that easy for you?" Her words revealed her fierce nature.
It also completely shattered the little confidence Lian had just built up.
"So, Auntie, did you have any fun last night?" Lian couldn't help asking.
Auntie rolled her eyes at him. "Kid, you've still got a lot to learn! First rule: never ask a woman if she 'had fun' or if she had an orgasm. Only a virgin would ask such a stupid question!" With that, she slammed on the gas, sending Lian crashing into the front seat.
Auntie turned on the music and played it as loud as it could go!
She kept speeding up, letting out a bright, happy laugh.
They left the road by the sea. Lian thought they were going back home, but Auntie took him to the movie theater. It was a local comedy that was so bad it was almost not a real movie. But Auntie was laughing like she couldn't stop.
After the movie, Lian thought it was time to go home, but Auntie dragged him to karaoke, turning the private room into her personal karaoke room!
It wasn't that Lian disliked music; on the contrary, he loved it, but his tastes were vastly different from Auntie's.
Leaving the karaoke bar, Lian thought it was time to go home, but Auntie dragged him to a roadside food stall for a late-night snack. It was already 4 a.m. when it all ended.
Lian, dragging his nearly exhausted body, followed Auntie, whose steps were light and agile, back to their residence.
When the warm bed came into view, Lian practically collapsed onto it and began to snore.
Auntie covered him with a blanket.
Then, leaning close to Lian's ear, whether he could hear her or not, she whispered, "Second point: You have to know how to have fun… You need to know what makes a woman happy!" She gently kissed his forehead and closed the door behind her.