Chapter 1: The Beginning

As the first rays of morning sunlight spread across City A, the city that had been sunk in sleep slowly began to wake. Street cleaners, vendors selling breakfast, young people out for an early workout, office workers rushing to catch the first bus of the day... like the red blood cells of the city, once they moved, the whole place seemed to pulse with energy.

And yet the villa district, where the average housing price in City A was highest, was unusually calm. The people living here were never busy with survival. Some were still sleeping in bed, some were up early exercising, some had not even come home all night. This place and the world outside it were truly two different realms.

Standing in front of one of the villas were two elegant women and a young man. Judging from the charm radiating from the women, they were probably close to forty, yet they had been maintained astonishingly well. Their skin was as fair and smooth as a woman in her twenties. Their figures were equally voluptuous, with full breasts and rounded hips displaying the mature allure unique to married women. Once they put on high heels, their height of well over 175 centimeters became even more striking.

Compared with them, the young man beside them looked a little short. He appeared to be in his early twenties, standing a little over 160 centimeters tall, but his face was handsome and refined, and his build was somewhat sturdier than most men his age. At the moment, however, he looked rather unhappy. With his hands behind his back, he paced around the two beautiful women, occasionally kicking at a stone on the road to show his dissatisfaction.

The two women were standing together and talking. Their faces were somewhat alike, as if they were sisters: one was generous and steady, with a touch of aristocratic poise, while the other had brows like drawn blades, stern and cool. What they shared was the same full, enticing figure and beautiful mature face.

"Sis, then I'll take Xiaohao with me first. If you miss him later, come over to my place and see him. We can catch up as sisters too."

"Mm, then I'll have to trouble you."

Mom stroked my head and said, "Xiaohao's grades aren't actually bad. He just loves to play, so his exam scores go up and down. I hope going to your place this time will help him shake off those bad habits."

The young man called Xiaohao suddenly darted behind his mother, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pressed himself tightly against her back, greedily breathing in the faint clean fragrance coming off her body. In an intentionally spoiled, slightly childish voice he said, "No, no, Mom, don't send me to Auntie, okay? I'll definitely change and stop fooling around. Don't send me away, please?"

He was joking, of course. His aunt might have looked elegant, dignified, and gentle, but when it came to teaching, she was famous at school for being strict. Even the school leaders had to speak politely to her. The students in her classes privately called her the Iron Nun. Of course, her success as an educator was undeniable as well. Ever since she became a homeroom teacher, the classes she had led had seen a huge improvement in grades compared with before. At times, even the average score of a key class could rival that of the experimental classes.

"Your aunt is standing right here, and you're still making a scene," Mom said, clearly annoyed. Her jade-like arm swept backward, and she pinched my ear with effortless accuracy. In that instant I felt a cool touch on the tip of my ear. Before I could even react, she tightened her fingers.

"Ow, it hurts, it hurts! Mom, stop pinching me. I'll go to Auntie's place. I'll go, okay?"

I let go of Mom's waist and rubbed my ear in defeat. Standing to one side, Mom folded her arms over her chest. The pressure from her arms made her already generous breasts push out even more. She frowned and said, "You brat, you're leaving in a few days and I've been way too gentle with you. Now you're pushing your luck?"

As the mother of my aunt's older sister, Mom wasn't a teacher by profession, but her temperament was somewhat similar to my aunt's. When she got angry, she still had considerable authority.

Looking at Mom's stern expression when she was angry and Auntie's cold, serious manner, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: I wondered if Mom and Auntie would still look this cool and distant in bed.

At that thought, I shivered and cursed myself inwardly. What the hell was I thinking? Those were your mother and your aunt.

"All right, it's getting late. Go with your aunt now. If you need anything, call me. Mom will come see you in a while," Mom said softly.

I was still a little reluctant. Just as I was about to say something, I felt a jade hand pinch the back of my neck. The scraping sensation of fingernails on both sides made every hair on my body stand on end.

"With Xiaohao here, you can rest easy. I guarantee that under my care his grades will improve, and he'll become more sensible too. Xiaohao himself will also reflect on his mistakes and work hard. Isn't that right, Xiaohao?"

Meeting Auntie's ill-intentioned gaze, I was almost in tears. She really deserved the nickname Iron Nun; her presence pressed down on me until I could barely breathe. Under her control, I could only obediently slip into the front passenger seat. After she got in, she greeted Mom and drove off with me...

Watching the scenery flash by outside the window, my thoughts gradually drifted away as well. I was born into a wealthy family. My father worked in foreign trade and spent most of the year abroad negotiating business. Although we rarely saw each other, the family's income was firmly at the top of the high-income bracket. My family had bought a villa in the city's villa district, and we never had to worry about food, clothing, or daily expenses. Because we had money, it had been easy to arrange for me to study at my aunt's key academy, though for me that was hardly a good thing.

Although our family was wealthy, my mother did not spend her days lounging around in comfort. For years she had been running a high-end care home, and in the facility she usually worked as the head nurse.

Of course, as a woman, Mom also paid extremely close attention to her looks and figure. Aside from the nutritional supplements at home, she regularly went to upscale beauty salons for maintenance. At home she also exercised every day, doing stretches, yoga, and other workouts. Even though she was already thirty-nine, she looked very young, and her proudly curved figure carried the dignified, mature charm that only a woman of her age could possess.

What excited me the most was seeing Mom in yoga practice, wearing a fiery red form-fitting yoga suit that outlined her perfect body to the fullest. The pair of breasts on her chest were round and full like ripe peaches, as if a gentle squeeze could make sweet juice spill out. Her hips were even more gorgeous, plump but not greasy the way some women looked; instead, under the yoga suit they appeared even more rounded and proportionate. The two sides of her buttocks were tightly packed together, and when she bent down, her hips looked like an upside-down heart, enough to make anyone's imagination run wild. But aside from me, no other man ever got the chance to feast his eyes on Mom's alluring yoga figure. Thinking of that, I couldn't help grinning smugly.

"You brat, not saying a word and just sitting there grinning like an idiot. What dirty idea are you thinking about?"

A sharp rebuke jolted me out of my fantasies. It turned out that Auntie had seen me staying silent for so long and thought I was plotting some way to dodge the studies that lay ahead. I innocently replied, "Auntie, I'm thinking about how to study well and not embarrass Mom and you in class."

"Really?"

"Really!"

I nodded furiously, like a chick pecking at rice.

Auntie pushed up her gold-rimmed round glasses and shot me a disdainful look. "I've taught more students than you can count. Don't think I don't know what nonsense is going through your head. I'm telling you in advance, whether or not you think you'll study hard, once you get into my class, slacking off won't be so easy. Don't come crying to your mom when you can't take it anymore. That would really embarrass her!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, my dear aunt."

Her words made me grind my teeth in frustration, but under her overwhelming authority I could only lower my head and accept my fate. I thought to myself, Why are you being so fierce? Just wait until I get a chance someday. I'll teach you a lesson for sure.

Then no one in the car said anything else, and I could only idly watch videos on my phone. After driving for more than two hours, we finally arrived at Auntie's neighborhood. My butt was practically numb from sitting that long. After getting out, I put on my backpack, dragged my suitcase, and followed her upstairs. When we reached the door, Auntie took out a key ring, quickly found the right keyhole, and slid it in. The heavy steel door opened at once.

"Take your shoes off before you come in."

Even before I entered, Auntie started laying down the rules. She didn't hire a cleaner, and she handled the housework herself, so the household wasn't all that casual. Everyone wore slippers indoors.

"So troublesome," I muttered under my breath. Just as I was about to take off my shoes, I saw Auntie already bending down on her own. The originally loose shirt instantly tightened from the movement, clinging to her proud curves like a second skin; the short skirt was tugged upward as well, rising to the level of her round, fleshy hips and revealing her long, straight legs wrapped in sheer stockings. Only then did I notice that Auntie wasn't wearing pantyhose, but knee-high stockings with openings at the tops of her thighs.

Under the light, the stockings wrapped around her jade-like legs and gave them a faint fleshy sheen. The edges were trimmed with delicate lace, and the band at the top cinched slightly, indenting the soft flesh of her thighs. Between the stockings and the short skirt, a strip of uncovered thigh remained, its pale, tender skin exposed to the air, as if telling anyone who saw it exactly what kind of temptress this dignified, beautiful woman really was.

Although I saw Mom's perfect figure all the time, this was my first time seeing Auntie's smooth white thighs. Besides, Auntie dressed extremely conservatively at school, usually wearing a slightly longer skirt with a high-neck blouse and those gold-rimmed round glasses, giving off the impression of an intelligent, dignified, and capable mature teacher. Add to that her serious, cool demeanor and icy eyes, and nobody dared to be too frivolous with her, not even with their gaze.

The sight of Auntie's beautiful and seductive back made my mouth go dry. Her back was exposed defenselessly before my eyes, and the slim curve of her waist, her full, perky ass, all of it made me nearly lose control. I almost stepped forward to touch her beautiful rear...

After changing shoes, Auntie straightened up and glanced back. I was standing obediently by the door, and she felt a little puzzled. "Why do I suddenly feel uncomfortable behind me just now?"

She took it as an illusion, but her sixth sense really was sharp. Even a slightly lustful look from me had already been noticed. I'd better pay more attention from now on.

"Come in. You'll sleep in your cousin's room from now on."

"My cousin's room? Where did my cousin go? And where's my uncle? I haven't seen either of them yet," I asked in confusion.

"Your cousin is in his third year of high school, so his semester started early. He's studying at your uncle's school, which is far away, so he doesn't come home often. You can just sleep in his room," Auntie said calmly.

My cousin and uncle don't usually come home? Heh, then wouldn't that mean it's just Auntie and me in the house? My uncle really trusted her, leaving his beautiful wife alone at home and now living apart from her with his nephew.

Still, it made sense. Auntie's height was already quite impressive for a woman, probably around 175 centimeters. As for me, I was still in the middle of my growth, and compared with Auntie my body was rather slight. The only thing that had developed beyond the ordinary was my penis. When it got hard, it was like a thick cucumber. Besides, Auntie had spent years in education and carried an inherent air of stern cool beauty. She probably thought a little punk like me would be completely under her thumb.

But there is no such thing as absolute certainty in this world. My uncle could never have imagined that the warm, cozy home he trusted would turn into a nest of lust, with the bedrooms, living room, kitchen, and bathroom all filled with the filthy, erotic air of men and women fucking. Of course, that was a story for later.

That night I had a strange dream. In it, Auntie was wearing the same fiery red yoga suit as Mom, sprawled in front of me with her round, tight ass thrust up toward me. I didn't hesitate at all and reached out to touch it. The moment my hand landed, it felt warm and fine. As I kept stroking, the expensive yoga fabric, with its unique velvety texture, rubbed against my palm under the support of the flesh beneath it. The sensation was wonderful, and it ran up my arm and straight into my heart, leaving me practically drunk on it.

Just as I was getting off on it and about to move to the next step, I heard someone call my name, "Xiaohao." The voice was lazy and delicate, full of a languid sweetness. I looked up and suddenly found that the owner of the butt was also turning back to look at me. And the face that had belonged to Auntie had turned into Mom's face. Mom's cheeks were flushed, her red lips slightly parted, and she seemed badly stimulated as she panted heavily.

"Xiaohao, what are you doing?"

"Uh? Ah! Mom, I, I was..."

Just as I was panicking in the dream and stumbling over my words, I suddenly felt someone kick me in the ass.

"Ow!"

I cried out and sat up, and when I opened my blurry eyes I saw Auntie standing rigidly beside my bed.

"Well, well, the young master is finally awake. What kind of sweet dream were you having?"

Apparently Auntie had kicked me awake because I hadn't gotten up. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was only 6:30! I pulled the blanket over my head, flopped back onto the bed, and cried in misery, "Auntie, school hasn't even started yet. Why are you waking me up so early? You, you let me sleep a little longer..."

Auntie frowned and lifted her black-stockinged leg, kicking my butt again.

"Lu Xiaohao, listen carefully. I'm not your mother, so I won't coddle you. If you still don't get up, don't blame me for getting physical."

So kicking doesn't count as getting physical, does it... I complained inwardly, but there was nothing I could do. With the situation already this far, I could only throw off the covers and get up.

Seeing that I was finally moving, Auntie nodded in satisfaction. "In a few days, when school starts, you have to get up at six every morning. If you don't start getting used to early mornings now, it'll only be worse later. Breakfast is on the table. Wash up, eat it, and stay home properly today. Auntie has to go to school and prepare for the start of term."

As she spoke, Auntie had already left on her own. By the door, I saw her slide her jade foot into a pair of high heels with transparent straps. What she wore today was a little more conservative than yesterday, and her skirt had changed to a slightly longer straight-cut dress. It looked like the way Auntie dressed at school was exactly in line with her school persona, all dignified and austere like an abstinent old nun.

With a crisp slam, the door pulled my thoughts back. Auntie had already left, and footsteps in the hallway were fading farther and farther away. Only when the sound had completely disappeared did I finally relax. After all that commotion, I was no longer sleepy at all. I shook my head with a wry smile. It had only just begun, and already it was this exhausting. How was I supposed to get through the days ahead?

After washing up, I thought back to the dream from last night. The feel of that butt in the dream had been so soft and real that even now, remembering it made my mind wander. But what surprised me was that the dream's main characters had been my aunt and my mother. I'd had wet dreams before, of course, but the women in them had always been celebrities or some other fantasy figures. I'd never once dreamed about my own blood relatives, and this time I had somehow gotten two of them at once.

I spread my hand out and pinched at the air a couple of times, recalling that faint, elusive sensation in my mind. It actually still made me feel a little excited. If it already felt that good in a half-awake dream, wouldn't touching them for real make me soar straight into the sky?

Just thinking about Mom and Auntie's proud figures and their dignified, cold beauty, I found my lower body hardening before I even realized it. But reality quickly slapped me in the face. Under Auntie's icy aura, even making eye contact with her was difficult, let alone summoning the nerve to touch her ass. Unless...

"Damn it, that's your aunt. What the hell are you thinking about, Lu Xiaohao?"

I cursed myself inwardly, shook my head, and cleared those filthy thoughts before starting on breakfast. As for whether that forbidden thread of desire had really been driven away, or whether it had simply been buried deep inside me waiting for the right moment to awaken, who could say?