Under the dim lighting, clothes were scattered haphazardly: a discarded blazer, a pencil skirt, a purple lace bra…
A middle-aged man sat on an armchair, legs spread wide, eyes closed in blissful comfort, moaning softly. A near-perfect naked body knelt before him, thick, jet-black hair cascading over her smooth, fair skin. From behind, her shoulders were slightly broad, rounded, and sculpted.
Down from her shoulders, her beautiful back roughly formed an inverted triangle. Her armpits were smooth and hairless, revealing firm breast muscles, with two rounded curves protruding along the full lines.
Further down the snowy ridge, one finds a firm yet slender, graceful waist, its narrowest point breathtakingly concave, its lines delicately rounded, never appearing abrupt in its slenderness. The lines extend to the hips, where they rise smoothly and fullly, like a ripe, large peach, the indentation between the two rounded curves inviting contemplation.
Her jade-like legs, still clad in black stockings, squat on the ground, their calves and thighs taut and beautifully contoured, her high heels slightly raised…
One small hand tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, while the other strokes the base of his large, dark penis. Her head rises and falls slowly; against the backdrop of five delicate, slender fingers, as white and translucent as snow, the penis appears even more menacing and terrifying.
The beauty raises her head, her moist lips parting from the glistening, large penis, glancing at the middle-aged man, her beautiful eyes flashing. "You just fed Luo Qin?"
The middle-aged man, Luo Shaowen, gently stroked Xue Tang's slightly flushed face and sighed, "Isn't it because you're not here, my niece Xue Tang?"
"Luo Qin is only good for temporary use; how can she compare to my dear niece?"
Xue Tang's beautiful eyes welled up with tears. She glared at him slightly, then turned her gaze to the penis in her hand, and said with a slight reproach, "Isn't Luo Qin your niece too?"
Luo Shaowen smiled wryly and said, "Besides my good niece, even Yu Tang... I don't love her."
Xue Tang blinked her long, curved eyelashes, her breathing becoming slightly heavier, a blush appearing on her pretty face. She spat and said, "Isn't what you love... tying my hands to the headboard and forcibly teaching me those 'things'?"
"Who told my niece Xue Tang to resist to the death back then? I had no choice but to use some forceful methods." Luo Shaowen revealed a peaceful, nostalgic smile, like that of a kind neighbor. Xue Tang bit her lip, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of melancholy and longing… Her thoughts drifted back to several years ago, shortly after he disappeared.
A beautiful girl with cascading black hair and a slightly flushed complexion around her eyes, hugged her rounded knees and gazed out the window. She saw the last cherry blossom fall gracefully to the ground from the cherry tree in the garden.
The ground was covered in petals. She couldn't help but recall the scene of the boy and girl playing together under the cherry tree. Most of the time, she was the one teasing him, but occasionally his "retaliation" would make her blush. For example, when he caught her off guard, he placed a wreath of various flower petals on her head, the size and shape just right.
"Silly boy…" the girl bit her cherry lips, her thoughts floating in the air, neither up nor down.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by a steady and loving voice: "Niece Xuetang, your uncle is here."
The girl on the bed, Luo Xuetang, hearing her long-unheard uncle's voice, felt her eyes redden. Unable to suppress the grievances in her heart, tears streamed down her face…
Because her father, Luo Shaoliang, was extremely busy with work, Luo Xuetang had always been deeply attached to this uncle who had shown her exceptional love and care since childhood.
Almost every birthday she had as a child was celebrated by her uncle, Luo Shaowen, who had taken her to places like Paris and Tokyo. In the girl's heart, he was more like a father figure than her own father.
So when the door opened, the barefoot girl rushed into her uncle's arms, her small hands clutching his clothes. She inhaled the scent of his unknown perfume, carrying a strong, mature masculine aroma, and while a strange sense of peace welled up within her, tears streamed down her face. Her delicate shoulders trembled, and she began to sob softly. Turning to the side, her dark, lustrous hair was slightly disheveled, her face streaked with tears, a beautiful yet tragic sight.
Her uncle gently held her, his hands stroking her shoulders and waist, comforting her, "You're both seventeen or eighteen, young ladies, yet you're still so clingy to your uncle... Tell me, who has offended our Miss Xue Tang this time?"
Xue Tang, unusually childlike, nestled in Luo Shaowen's arms, pouting her cherry lips, "It's all his fault... He didn't say a word... I can't find him anywhere..."
Luo Shaowen, of course, knew about this. He sighed, "There's nothing I can do about it. I've mobilized people these past few days, but we still can't find any trace."
The girl gently gripped her uncle Luo Shaowen's broad chest, "But it seems like Father is hiding something from me."
"Good niece, don't be discouraged... Your uncle is here."
Seeing the girl seem quieter now, Luo Shaowen's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, then he suddenly swept her up in a princess carry and headed towards her bed.
Xue Tang stiffened slightly at first, but after all, he was her doting uncle; what bad intentions could he possibly have?
Her delicate body went limp again in an instant, but for some reason, even after they were on the bed, her uncle didn't put her down…
The girl's toes curled slightly, and she suddenly and quietly squeezed her legs together. A flush rose on her pretty face, a hint of something unspeakable troubling her.
That was, she suddenly felt a slight ache and swelling down below, somewhat like the usual urge to urinate, but much more intensely tingling. Squeezing her thighs together gently didn't stop the urge like urination; instead, it felt like being lightly tickled by a feather, like scratching an itch through a boot—it didn't relieve the ache at all, but rather made it even more tingling.
"Uncle~" After a long while, Xue Tang's face changed from a sorrowful paleness to a blush tinged with a hazy, spring-like blush. "I…" The girl opened her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to speak of this extremely embarrassing symptom in front of her closest relative.