She could only wriggle slightly in Luo Shaowen's arms, completely unaware of the extent to which her actions were so devastating to the man.
However, Luo Shaowen seemed remarkably composed; he remained smiling and unmoved, a demeanor that would likely make even Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity) envious.
"Good niece, what's wrong?"
"I…I need to pee, I need to go to the toilet…" Xue Tang ultimately couldn't tell Luo Shaowen the truth. Even with their close relationship and dependence, her uncle was still a male relative; how could she reveal such a shameful matter concerning a young girl?
Luo Shaowen chuckled without speaking. Just as Xue Tang was twisting her thighs, seemingly impatient, she suddenly heard her uncle say, "Oh, I'm afraid it's not that you need to pee."
"Eh?" The girl was completely unprepared for her uncle's answer. She twisted her thighs and cried out urgently, "Re-really... ahh!"
Before she could finish speaking, a large hand with a few hairs on its arm slipped under her armpit and waist, as if it were perfectly natural, directly into the plump triangle between her thighs. The middle finger hooked into the slightly concave cleft of her legs, skillfully parting the small silk panties and sliding into the two soft, tender labia, like oil-soaked, succulent flesh.
Stimulated by this, Xue Tang's beautiful eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, almost speechless. But for some reason, when the large fingers slid into her tender crevice, what she felt most was not disbelief and shame, but a tingling, pleasurable sensation, like being scalded by boiling water and then cooled by ice.
However, just as ice only provides temporary relief, an even more intense, itchy sensation quickly surged up from below. Then, her uncle's fingers began to move. His slightly rough fingertips, coated in a slippery liquid, slid back and forth within her vulva, from top to bottom. The most sensitive spot, the soft, tender labia, and the unusually sensitive, hot, tingling opening were all aroused and intensified under the skillful manipulation of his fingers.
The nectar flowed from her vulva, quickly wetting her full labia and soaking her panties.
The "sizzling" sound of his fingers probing and digging within the tender flesh transformed into a series of sizzling, stirring sounds.
His fingers lightly probed the entrance, a thin, sticky strand clinging to the budding flower at the top of the flower chamber. With a gentle flick, he pulled a tender, supple bud from the creamy flesh—a small, incredibly moist yet firm and resilient growth. Pressing and twisting it, the bud swelled and swelled, as if clinging to his fingertip.
"Ah…!"
Xue Tang suddenly arched her long, slender neck, her delicate neck muscles stretching, emitting a soft, almost melancholic moan.
Her snow-white thighs clamped tightly together, finally beginning to struggle. Her delicate, breast-like hands gripped Luo Shaowen's arm, trying to pull away his wicked hands. But she suddenly found her strength had vanished, and this was not due to her own shortcomings. Xue Tang had focused on training since childhood, and by the age of twelve, she was already an amateur black belt in karate.
She could easily subdue ordinary homeless men, but now she seemed to have been injected with muscle relaxants; ordinary movements were fine, but any exertion brought waves of soreness and weakness.
She couldn't get free from her uncle's large hand, which continued to press between her snow-white thighs. Her clitoris was kneaded and twisted, then repeatedly hardened, each time more swollen and erect, bringing a stimulating, electric-like pleasure that made Xue Tang's delicate body tense and relax, trembling and pulsating, emitting alluring, animalistic moans.
"Ugh...no, Uncle...I'm...ah...your niece...ugh~"
Xue Tang groaned, her neck arched. This girl wasn't some naive young lady; seeing her most trusted relative, her uncle, suddenly act like this...
She thought her uncle had forgotten the place, who she was, mistaking her for one of those prostitutes in an amusement park. In that instant, she couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.
Luo Shaowen chuckled, his laughter carrying his usual calm and affection. "My dear niece, I haven't mistaken you for someone else."
"Then...ah...why..." Xue Tang bit her red lips, tilting her head, a bead of sweat glistening on her cheeks, as she looked at her uncle.
"Because...I want to sleep with you, my niece."
Luo Shaowen leaned close to Xue Tang's flushed ear, his tone finally changing, carrying a strong hint of ambiguity.
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Shaowen hooked his finger around her soaked panties, pulling them from her long, shapely thighs to her delicate feet, and tossed them aside.
Then, right before Xue Tang's eyes, his large hand slipped inside the hem of her white, strapless nightgown. The girl's breasts, now fully developed and rounded, almost beyond the "bamboo shoot" shape, were now in Luo Shaowen's hands, like oval-shaped pendants. These past few years…
Especially after confirming her relationship with Li Dong, her two pert breasts, like balloons, had transformed before his very eyes into full, round, soft, yet unyielding, proud breasts.
Luo Shaowen's large hand grasped them; the soft, smooth skin, like semi-solidified milk, allowed the youthful breasts to deform freely in his hands. Thanks to their amazing elasticity, no matter how much he squeezed and kneaded them, changing their shape from pointed to round, they would always spring back to their original, proudly erect form.
"I wouldn't trade my niece's breasts for a billion dollars."
Luo Shaowen withdrew his hand from between her breasts, then slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the row of small buttons on Xue Tang's blouse, revealing her alluring cleavage. He could almost see the bottom edge of her full, heavy breasts. Then, with a pull, Xue Tang's exquisite, lithe body, like a white lamb, was completely naked before Luo Shaowen.
He laid Xue Tang flat on the slightly disheveled bed. Her glossy, fine hair flowed like silk, spreading beside the pillow, and her pretty face was slightly flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with misty eyes.
On her slender chest, her breasts, plump and rounded, stood erect, their rims full and rounded, the pointed, pale pink nipples resembling two juxtaposed peaches. The base of her breasts was rich and full, slightly encroaching on her armpits, almost touching her jade-like arms, yet without any outward spread—a breathtaking beauty.
Further down, her waist was rounded and slender, her buttocks exquisitely rounded and voluptuous, and her long, slender legs, flawless and smooth like solidified milk…
Below, the curve of her abdomen, forming a delicate Y-shape, arched high, snow-white mounds, like freshly steamed white buns, without a single hair, white and fragrant, their slits tightly closed like threads, like those of a young girl.
One almost wanted to take a bite, to see just how soft and delicious these full, juicy white peaches were.