"Buy, buy, buy! Buy, buy, buy!" In the evening, at Jingyan's home, inside her bedroom, she lay on the bed with a phone in her left hand, a tablet in her right, and a laptop resting on her thighs—all of them displaying shopping apps without exception.
"Jingyan, I'm telling you, the Double Eleven sales aren't that much cheaper than usual. And with our family's financial situation—we're the kind of people who shop at malls without even glancing at price tags—why bother joining this frenzy?" Every year around this time, Mom, Xuanman, Jingyan, and Auntie Ouyang would all start staring intently at their phones, as if late October and early November were their annual internet addiction season.
"Ah, you just don't get it. Today is Double Eleven itself—it's bound to be lively! Shopping is all about joining the excitement. I bought you a bunch of clothes; they'll arrive in a few days, so remember to try them on." Jingyan excitedly glanced left and right, her eyes fixed on the three screens.
"But do you really need three screens open at once? You look more flustered than I do when I'm running experiments," I asked.
"Let me tell you, Zhao Chenyu gave me a little program earlier that compares prices and helps snag coupons—it's super convenient. He said it was written by some programming expert called 'Kua Feng Deng Yue'—really impressive stuff. Xuan Yu, do you know how to do that?" Jingyan's question not only hit the sore spot in my heart—the name "Zhao Chenyu"—but also poked at my professional pride. However...
"Landing on the moon? I might as well land on Mars! We're both in engineering, but our fields are completely different." That was all I could say because it was the truth.
"Alright then..." Jingyan continued staring at her screens, while my thoughts drifted to the room next door—Auntie Ouyang's bedroom.
Knock, knock, knock! I nervously tapped on the door.
"Come in!" Since no one else was home besides Jingyan and me, Auntie Ouyang simply called for me to enter.
Flustered, I straightened my collar—even though my pajamas didn't have one.
Pushing the door open, I saw Auntie Ouyang lying in bed, wrapped in a fluffy silk quilt, her wavy hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Despite it being winter, she wore a luxurious yet simple red spaghetti-strap nightgown—the kind of contrasting sensuality seen on a mature woman at home, all the more captivating.
She was intently scrolling through her phone, not even looking up to see who had entered.
Creak! I quietly closed the door, but the sound of it shutting and locking seemed amplified tenfold in my mind.
"Hmm?" Auntie Ouyang's soft, questioning hum reached my ears clearly.
"Oh, it's my dear little Yu. What's up?" Auntie Ouyang looked up and beckoned me over.
"What are you up to, Auntie?" I walked to the bedside. Auntie Ouyang grabbed my arm, pulling me into her embrace while lifting a corner of the quilt, signaling for me to take off my shoes and slip inside.
A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into my nose. With the back of my head resting against Auntie Ouyang's soft chest, that all-too-familiar warmth instantly dissolved every trace of my earlier nervousness.
Is this what family feels like?
"Help me take a look. I want to replace my monitor—the one at the office isn't working well anymore." Auntie Ouyang's arm wrapped around my neck as she showed me her phone, displaying a product page on JD.com.
"What kind are you looking for?" Just as I asked, I suddenly felt pressure on my thigh—Auntie Ouyang's leg had naturally draped itself over mine.
"I want... the kind that can display a lot of content, but not too big." Aunt Ouyang pondered as she asked, her other hand slipping into my collar, caressing my chest, her middle and index fingers pinching my nipple.
I felt a stirring... while she remained as calm and composed as ever.
"The kind with an ultrawide screen, the long ones." I took my phone and searched for it.
"That'll do. Just pick one and order it directly." Aunt Ouyang handed the phone to me, letting me choose.
"Don't you want to think about it, compare a few options?" I asked, as Aunt Ouyang's other hand, now free, wandered over my waist and abdomen.
"No need, just pick any. Price doesn't matter." Aunt Ouyang was fiddling with something behind me, and I felt something soft yet firm pressing against the back of my head.
"All done." After placing the order, I handed the phone back to Aunt Ouyang.
"Just leave it aside." Both of Aunt Ouyang's hands had now slipped into my pajamas, each pinching one of my nipples.
"Ah... Auntie, please stop pinching." My face flushed crimson. Really, what am I here for?
"Silly girl, you've forgotten what I told you again." Aunt Ouyang leaned close to my ear, her breath as gentle as an orchid.
"What... oh, I remember... Lan... Lanlan..." I whispered.
"Mmm, my dear Xiaoyu..." Aunt Ouyang's hands roamed freely over the front of my body.
"What are you doing in Lanlan's room?" Aunt Ouyang asked.
"N-nothing... I just haven't chatted with you in a while, so I came to keep you company... you." Ever since learning about Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu, I realized I rarely initiated intimacy with her.
"Is that so? Then you little rascal... why did you lock the door?" Aunt Ouyang chuckled softly, her tender lips gently nibbling my earlobe.
Right? Why did I lock the door? What am I here for? Why am I like this again?
No! No!
"Because..." I turned over to face Aunt Ouyang. Her delicate face was slightly flushed, her mature beauty tinged with a peach-blossom pink, as if intoxicated. I continued, "I came to be intimate with Lanlan!"
"Mmm." A muffled moan escaped Aunt Ouyang's lips as my mouth met her soft ones.
"Mmm... smack..." My arms tightly embraced the alluring figure beside me. Even through the thin robe, I could feel that long-missed, familiar softness.
Aunt Ouyang's hands were not idle either. She gripped my back tightly, her hands alternating as they caressed me, as if my kisses had stirred deep emotions within her.
"Mmm..."
"Mmm... smack!"
"Mmm... ah... smack!"
Opening my eyes, Aunt Ouyang's captivating face came into view once more. Unlike before, it was now flushed with rosy hues, her eyes shimmering like spring water, overflowing with boundless desire.
"You little rascal, finally you know how to kiss Lanlan!" Aunt Ouyang wrapped her arms around my neck and buried herself in my embrace. My Adam's apple was enveloped in warmth, but why was my chin wet too?
I looked down. Two glistening teardrops had traced their way down Aunt Ouyang's eyes.
"Lanlan, you... mmm!" This time, it was my turn to be kissed by Aunt Ouyang.
"Mmm..." Auntie Ouyang's soft lips, her delicate moans, and the fragrant breath that enveloped my face completely ignited my desire to conquer. With my eyes closed, I fumbled for her hands, grasped her wrists, and pressed my body down, shifting our position from lying side by side to me on top.
"Mmm—hmm~" The change in position drew an even more alluring moan from Auntie Ouyang's throat. With her arms pinned beside her head, her body relaxed completely, and I felt a soft, winding sensation around my waist—her slender, jade-like legs had wrapped themselves around me.
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" I released her lips and planted messy kisses all over her flushed, intoxicated face.
"Mmm! Hmm! Mmm! Ah—" Each kiss was met with a seductive, even wanton, cry of pleasure.
My mouth trailed down along the elegant curve of Auntie Ouyang's chin, kissing lower and lower. She tilted her head back, offering her fair, delicate neck for me to savor as I pleased.
"Mwah" As I kissed her passionately, my body wriggled downward under the covers like a worm until my hands found their way to the softness of Auntie Ouyang's breasts, my face pressed against the smooth, tender flesh through her nearly slipping nightgown.
"Mmm, you naughty Xiaoyu! Go ahead, taste it." Auntie Ouyang stroked the back of my head, gently twisting her arm to let one shoulder strap slide off, revealing a perfect breast to my gaze. Half bathed in warm lamplight, half veiled in the shadow of the blanket, the delicate pink nipple at its peak lay half-hidden, half-exposed, offering a glimpse of enchanting allure—like the first ray of dawn shyly piercing the quiet of night, a masterpiece of light and shadow.
I stared, mesmerized by this breathtaking sight, until a warm touch gently slid from the back of my head down to my neck.
I could hold back no longer.
"Ah—"
I lowered my head to suckle Auntie Ouyang's cherry-like nipple, while my other hand was busy too, grasping her breast, my palm pressing against its full, firm softness as I caressed and kneaded it wildly.
"Mmm... you little rascal! Ah, that feels so good." Auntie Ouyang moaned loudly, making no effort to control her volume. Her delicate, cooing cries stimulated my nerves, sending a rush of heat through me. All my attention was focused on the pair of incredibly soft, tender breasts before me.
"Mmm, slurp" Lying atop Auntie Ouyang, suckling her breast, the delicate nipple in my mouth, my tongue teasing it, I could feel it hardening with desire; when my teeth grazed it, it yielded with an intoxicating softness.
A strange familiarity flooded my entire body, as if something long sealed away in my mind had cracked open again, releasing a warm, flowing sensation that enveloped me.
"Mmm... you little devil! Naughty Xiaoyu! Ah—you were this forceful even as a child... and now you're grown... ah, still so forceful... don't you know how to be gentle with your Auntie Ouyang... ah... it feels so good... I love it! Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
"Mmm... Lanlan loves Xiaoyu so much... loves you to death..."
"Xiaoyu drinking Lanlan's milk... I fed you as a child... and I'll feed you now that you're grown... I'll feed you..."
Auntie Ouyang kept murmuring, pouring out her feelings, expressing herself freely.
What was she murmuring?
What was she pouring out?
What was she expressing?
I had no energy to think.
"Pop! Mmm... Hmm..." My head bobbed between two breasts, the inexplicable warmth in my mind and the genuine softness in my mouth making me reluctant to let go, almost to the point of tears. I was so intoxicated, so entranced, that I just wanted to sink into a deep sleep like this.
I felt strangely familiar... with this sensation of sinking into a deep slumber...
But the constant throbbing of my cock reminded me that I was no longer who I used to be.
"Pop!" I took a heavy suck on the soft breast, opened my eyes, and stared at the two mounds of flesh glistening with saliva before me—delicate, smooth, plump, and tender, truly exquisite.
And now, they were mine.
"Lanlan... Lanlan's breasts are so tender, just like a young girl's." I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but it was my instinctive thought.
"Mmm... Lanlan's body, spending so much money on maintenance every year, is all for Xiaoyu to enjoy..." I lifted my head, and my gaze met Auntie Ouyang's watery, spring-like eyes. Even though I had known Auntie Ouyang for decades, in her dark pupils now, I saw a seductive, submissive shade of purple, mixed with a warm, loving pink, rippling with desire and sparkling with joy.
This kind of look... I had never seen Auntie Ouyang look like this before.
With Uncle Qin? I hadn't seen it.
With Dad? With Mom? With Jingyan? I hadn't seen it.
With Zhao Chenyu? Impossible! It wasn't this kind of look!
So beautiful...
"Lanlan, I can't hold back anymore." My hands slid downward, slipping into Auntie Ouyang's thin nightgown. Sure enough, there was no trace of underwear.
And Auntie Ouyang cooperated perfectly, her jade-like legs releasing my waist, obediently spreading wide, automatically forming an M-shape, even inadvertently trapping my hand between her thigh and slender waist.
So, did that mean Auntie Ouyang had nothing on below?
Could I...? I looked up at Auntie Ouyang again. She had her arms crossed in front of her, her elbows just covering her two pink nipples, her fists clenched lightly, blocking her moist red lips. Her head was turned to the side, showing a rare, shy expression.
And just as I looked at her, she slowly closed her spring-like, peach-blossom eyes, as if telling me:
"Come on, Lin Xuanyu..."
"Do whatever you want..."
"Lanlan is yours."
I stared fixedly at Auntie Ouyang's shy face, reached out to hook the waistband of my pants, and prepared to free my already hardened cock.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
A sudden knocking at the door instantly interrupted my impulse.
"Mom! Is Xuanyu in your room?"
Jingyan's gentle, sweet voice now felt like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing all my desires. I hurriedly pulled my hand out and crawled out from under the covers.
"Mom! Why did you lock the door?" Jingyan's voice came from outside, accompanied by the sound of her twisting the doorknob.
"It's fine..." Auntie Ouyang's words eased my tension. She lifted the covers, put on her robe, and turned over.
"Go open the door."
I could only wipe my mouth in a panic, trembling as I walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw Jingyan's utterly bewildered expression.
"Xuanyu, come over and give me a shoulder rub," Auntie Ouyang called from behind me. I hurried back, too afraid to look at Jingyan's face.
"Mom, why did you lock the door? And why did it take so long to open?" Jingyan sat at the nearby dressing table, her jade-like legs crossed, arms folded, questioning.
"Before even stepping inside, I could hear you calling for your boyfriend. If you come in, won't you just snatch him away? Can't your mother enjoy a little service from her son-in-law?" Aunt Ouyang wasn't the least bit flustered; she even shot Jingyan a retort. My eyes lit up—a true master, this one.
"Mom!" Jingyan was left speechless by the comeback, because she had indeed come looking for me.
"Oh, you're a grown woman about to have a baby, yet you're still calling for your mom all the time. Xuanyu, right here on the neck—yes! That feels good." Aunt Ouyang pointed to her neck, and I carefully massaged it.
"What do you mean, have a baby? How am I about to have a baby? Your generation's thinking is so outdated, always going on about having babies. I'm not having one!" Jingyan pouted in frustration, turning her face toward the dressing table and ignoring us.
It suddenly occurred to me—once again, it was just me, Aunt Ouyang, and Jingyan alone together. Would the two of them start arguing again later?
"Don't you want your father to come back?" Aunt Ouyang's tone suddenly turned serious.
"What does that have to do with me having a baby? They're completely unrelated, aren't they?" Hearing Aunt Ouyang's words, Jingyan turned back in confusion.
"Sigh—I might as well tell you." Aunt Ouyang thought for a moment before continuing, "Your father has stirred up quite a commotion this time. Otherwise, he could have gone over alone to keep an eye on things and make arrangements, then come back and bring someone else over later."
"Actually, that was his original plan, but... things don't always go as expected."
"But this time, it won't work. He has significant responsibilities, and the higher you climb, the more people are under you. Sometimes, you can't just act according to your own wishes."
"Right now, with work matters, I have no excuse to transfer your father back. So, it has to be a family matter—not too big, but there's no better reason than this. Once he's transferred back, we can keep him here or at least give him more time to come home, rest, and relax."
"So, when it comes to family matters, there are good ones and bad ones. Compared to you and Xuanyu getting married and having a baby, would you rather your mother say she got into a car accident?"
"Mom—what nonsense are you talking about?" Jingyan pouted and hurriedly refuted.
My hands grew absent-minded as I massaged, lost in thought over Aunt Ouyang's words.
"See? Alright, you two hurry up and have a baby," Aunt Ouyang teased.
"Oh, I... I... I'm going back first. Xuanyu, come with me to our room!" Jingyan couldn't sit still any longer. She sprang up and pulled me to leave.
"No! Your mother hasn't had enough yet. Xuanyu isn't allowed to leave!" As soon as Aunt Ouyang finished speaking, Jingyan scurried away.
Caught in a dilemma, I stayed behind.
"Ah, that feels so good..." The sound of the door closing echoed, and Aunt Ouyang gently twisted, turning over.
"Auntie, is what you said true?" My address shifted back to "Aunt Ouyang."
"Of course it's true! There's nothing bigger than you and Jingyan's matter." Aunt Ouyang's tone was very serious.
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly felt something on my waistband. Looking down, I saw Aunt Ouyang's hand had already slipped into my pants.
Before I could react, my scrotum was enveloped in a soft, warm sensation.
"Hiss—" I gasped sharply. But Aunt Ouyang seemed to have found amusement, her fingers trembling as she gently kneaded my testicles.
"Auntie, you..." I wanted to stop her but didn't dare, after all, having your lifeblood in someone else's hands is truly an unbearable feeling.
Amidst a rustling sound, a delicate body pressed against my back. Auntie Ouyang rested her head on my shoulder, gently nibbling my earlobe as she whispered, "Making a baby with Jingyan is important, but be mindful to save some for Lanlan. Once you've regained your strength, Lanlan is always ready..."
Before she could finish, Auntie Ouyang kissed my cheek, turned over, and pulled the covers over herself, even covering her head.
I thought it best to return to my own room.
Holding Jingyan's delicate form in my arms, my fiancée had already drifted into dreamland. Unfortunately, sleep eluded me. Guilt, like blood dripping into clear water, instantly flushed my face with a burning heat.
What I'm doing... there's truly no turning back now.
But wait, earlier, Jingyan mentioned something about "Climbing Peaks and Summiting Mountains"—why does that name sound so familiar?
...Climbing Peaks and Summiting Mountains... Summiting Mountains... Yue Feng?
That's right! I still have his forum username. Speaking of this guy, he really shatters my worldview—his mother, his wife, even his clients' wives and mothers have all become his women. Surely, he must understand such matters.
I think I should ask him.
I quietly slipped into the bathroom and opened the Conqueror Forum. What popped up was Zhao Chenyu's homepage—that scoundrel hadn't updated, and who knows where he was off to causing trouble with some young girl.
I switched to the following list and clicked the private message button for "Climbing Peaks and Summiting Mountains."
"Hello, Yue Feng. I'm Lin Xuanyu, the guy you met on the beach at the ** vacation villa. Lately, I've been having some confusion and wanted to consult and chat with you. Thank you."
After sending the private message, since he wasn't online, I closed the forum.
Just then, a message suddenly came through on WeChat—it was from my advisor, Li Zhun. What does this demon want from me?
"Lin Xuanyu, there's a seminar this weekend. You and Chu Yun prepare the data and accompany me."
Frowning, I glanced at the time—12:30 a.m. Professor Li, don't you sleep? Should I even acknowledge this message?
Forget it, I should sleep. Even if I can't, I have to try.
But little did I know, the sleep I got that night turned out to be the most restful I'd ever had.
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