“Actually, that time, the person outside the window was me.”
Zhao Ran was lost in thought when Wu Dan’s voice suddenly spoke up, pulling him back from his memories.
Hearing her words, Zhao Ran couldn’t help but laugh. “So, after that day, you stopped letting me walk you home. Were you afraid I would make a move on you?”
Wu Dan shyly turned her head away. “No, that’s not it…”
Zhao Ran understood what she meant and decided not to tease her further. To distract himself, he asked, “Wu Dan, about what we did today… you won’t tell Auntie, will right?”
He really didn’t want to end up being chased down and beaten by his aunt later.
However, Wu Dan replied, “Well… that depends… It all comes down to how you bribe me.”
Zhao Ran was both annoyed and amused. “Oh no, now you’ve got me by the short hairs.”
“I don’t want to grab you by the short hairs… I’d rather grab…” Wu Dan’s voice grew softer and softer as her small hand, which had been resting on Zhao Ran’s abdomen, slid down to his crotch and began gently stroking it.
Zhao Ran could feel her body pressed against his back growing hotter, and the little cherries on her soft, round breasts were standing erect, firm and taut.
Just as things were getting heated and Zhao Ran was about to take action, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Snapping back to reality, Zhao Ran quickly patted Wu Dan’s hand. Startled, she immediately sat up.
The two hurriedly adjusted their clothes and then walked out of the room.
Speak of the devil—when Zhao Ran opened the door, standing there was Wu Dan’s mother, also known as Zhao Ran’s aunt, Zhou Jing.
Auntie was wearing a silk dress that ended just above her thighs, with a pair of high heels in the same color adorning her fair feet. Her long black hair was tied up into a bun at the back, giving her a mature and elegant aura.
Auntie looked very similar to Zhao Ran’s stepmother, and both had equally curvaceous S-shaped figures. However, upon closer observation, Zhao Ran had noticed that the shape of Auntie’s breasts was different from his stepmother’s. While his stepmother’s breasts were hemispherical, Auntie’s were pendulous—what people often referred to as voluptuous, full breasts.
It was said that women with such breasts had ample estrogen, making them exceptionally maternal and more inclined to be attracted to younger, “little brother” types of men.
Back when Zhao Ran was tutoring Wu Dan every Friday during high school, he often saw Auntie dressed in provocative outfits.
Even at home, Auntie disliked wearing bras, finding them too restrictive.
During Zhao Ran’s tutoring sessions with Wu Dan, even though Auntie wore casual home clothes, they always looked incredibly sexy on her.
Zhao Ran could almost imagine her cherry-sized nipples pressing against the thin silk of her nightgown, as if struggling to break free.
At this moment, Zhao Ran’s thoughts began to wander. Zhou Jing was the first to greet him.
“Xiao Ran, you rascal, you’ve finally come back.”
Zhao Ran returned the greeting. “Auntie, what brings you here?”
Zhou Jing walked in, carrying groceries in her hand. “Your stepmother’s friend is getting married today, so she went to attend the ceremony. She asked me to come cook for you guys today. Auntie is going to show off her skills for you.”
Seeing that it was her mother, Wu Dan was overjoyed and rushed over to her. “Mom, what are you doing here?”
Zhou Jing set the groceries aside and patted her head. “Silly girl, you’re already in high school, but you’re still so immature.”
Wu Dan wrapped her arms around her neck and cooed, “Mom~ With you here, I don’t need to be mature.”
Zhou Jing couldn’t stop smiling but still patted her hand. “Alright, save the sweet talk for later. It’s already noon—let me cook for you two first.”
Wu Dan nodded and finally let go.
Zhao Ran, who had been standing to the side the whole time, was pleased to see them getting along so well.
Zhou Jing was happily busy cooking in front of the stove. Zhao Ran offered to help, but he only occasionally lent a hand, spending most of his time just watching from the side.
Standing behind his aunt, Zhao Ran suddenly noticed what seemed like the indentations from her underwear straps pressing against her full hips, visible through her long dress—an infinitely tantalizing sight.
This allure was just like his stepmother’s, making him restless with desire.
Moreover, still aroused from his earlier encounter with Wu Dan, Zhao Ran’s physical desires were particularly intense. His aunt’s attire fueled his wild fantasies—he desperately wanted to step forward, embrace her, and caress and play with her voluptuous, ample hips.
As if sensing Zhao Ran’s lustful thoughts, Wu Dan, who had been standing outside, walked over, took Zhao Ran’s arm, and pressed it against her full breasts before pulling him upstairs to her room.
Once they left the kitchen and began ascending the stairs, watching Wu Dan’s swaying little butt, Zhao Ran could no longer restrain himself.
In the stairwell, holding her soft hand, Zhao Ran’s mind flashed back to the sensation of her softness against him on the motorcycle.
Overcome with excitement, he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her lips.
With Auntie right downstairs in the kitchen, Wu Dan couldn’t make too much noise. Thus, her soft, voluptuous body remained tightly enveloped in Zhao Ran’s embrace.
Gradually, their passion intensified. Zhao Ran turned her around, pressed her against the stairs, and made her bend over, raising her skirt. Her butt, clad in white lace panties, was now right in front of him.
Perhaps because she was aroused, her panties were already soaked. Zhao Ran could clearly see her delicate folds opening and closing, with her juices continuously trickling out.