Zhao Ran was afraid that once things started, they would spiral out of control.
Although sometimes in his dreams, Zhao Ran could do anything he wanted with his aunt on the bed—holding nothing back, giving her everything, while she would reciprocate with equal passion, even offering her own body.
But in real life, Zhao Ran couldn’t. Because Wu Dan was still upstairs and could come down at any moment.
His aunt was aware of this too. Before long, noises came from upstairs again. She and Zhao Ran ended their passionate kiss, and he noticed that the area around the crotch of her nightgown was completely soaked through, with crystal-like fluids clinging to the inside of the fabric.
When they said their goodbyes, Zhao Ran could see the disappointment in his aunt’s eyes.
In the years that followed, while Zhao Ran was in university, aside from occasional family visits during holidays, he and his aunt never saw each other, let alone had any opportunity to be alone together.
As time passed, the idea of making love to his aunt remained a persistent fantasy in Zhao Ran’s mind.
“Alright, Xiao Ran, thank you.”
His aunt’s voice brought Zhao Ran back from his memories.
Zhao Ran snapped out of it, met his aunt’s gaze, and casually said it was nothing before preparing to leave.
But just as he was about to go, he wasn’t sure if it was his imagination—
In his aunt’s eyes, he actually caught a glimpse of jealousy and resentment.
After mother and daughter had finally shopped to their heart’s content and bought enough clothes, they became interested in an exquisitely decorated hair salon. Zhao Ran inwardly groaned but had no choice.
It was his aunt who suggested that Zhao Ran go somewhere else first and come back later to pick them up. Finally freed, Zhao Ran found a tea house to relax on his own.
About two or three hours later, Zhao Ran received a call from his aunt. She told him that Wu Dan had run into a middle school classmate and had left with them, and that she was waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor of the mall.
When Zhao Ran hurried over, he almost didn’t recognize her.
His aunt, who used to have long black hair, had changed her hairstyle to one with a retro flair.
She had cut her hair into a bob—black and short, with inward-curving lines that followed the beautiful contours of her face. The straight-cut bangs and the length that revealed her earlobes complemented her perfect oval face perfectly.
She was wearing a blue low-cut lace dress. The lace-trimmed skirt was already short, barely covering her private areas, and as she sat on the sofa, the skirt rode up another few inches. With just a slight roll of about three centimeters, her lower body—clad in black lace panties—was exposed. He could clearly see the insides of her spread thighs, with a dark, shadowy purplish hue deep within.
That shadowy area was the mysterious part concealed by the sexy underwear.
She wore black sheer stockings with lace tops, the intricate straps visible against her skin. On her legs, which had beautiful curves, she wore blue patent leather ultra-high heels.
Her bare arms were smooth and flawless, soft and seemingly boneless, with round, snow-white shoulders. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, her phoenix eyes were always sparkling with a seductive, soul-stirring allure.
Just like two years ago, every time he saw his aunt’s full breasts, slightly rounded lower abdomen, perky buttocks, and the stockings on her shapely thighs, Zhao Ran felt an urge to take her.
In Zhao Ran’s memory, his aunt always wore fashionable, form-fitting dresses, her ample breasts seemingly ready to burst out. Her coquettish voice and flirtatious demeanor tempted every man, making them eager to try their luck. She was the kind of woman who made men want to ravish her.
“Xiao Ran, would you accompany your aunt for a walk? I’ve been driving since early morning, and my head feels a bit stuffy,” his aunt said, gazing at him with a deep, melancholic look.