Chapter 7: His Sister-in-Law's Tiny Panties

He stared at the panties in his hand as if he were looking at his mother-in-law's mature body. His knuckles tightened, crumpling the fabric, and before he knew it, his cheek had pressed against it, rubbing hard against the soft spot steeped in her scent.

The head of his cock seeped clear, sticky fluid that slid down his shaft and dripped onto the edge of the sink.

"Mmm... ha..."

Chu Fan's hand moved faster and faster. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt, the glans red as if it might drip blood, the whole thing jumping like iron as the sound of his stroking mixed with his ragged breathing, making the bathroom feel filthy and obscene.

"Almost... almost there..."

He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tightening. His cock swelled fiercely below him, and thick fluid had already leaked from the head into his palm. It looked ready to burst at any second.

But just then—

"Click."

The bathroom door was shoved open.

A slender figure slipped inside, still carrying a lazy, absentminded tone. "My face wash... Mom, where did you put it? I was loo..."

The words cut off abruptly.

Chu Fan froze in place, his mind going "bang" as if it had exploded.

He turned on reflex.

At the doorway stood Song Zhiyu, his sister-in-law.

The woman was wearing a milk-white cotton nightdress. The hem hung only to the tops of her thighs, and the fabric was light and soft, clinging to her skin so clearly that her body was outlined at a glance.

She had clearly just finished showering. Her hair was half-dry, her cheeks lightly flushed, one hand braced on the doorframe as she leaned in.

That lean sent the hem of her nightdress forward too, exposing the full upper line of her thighs. Even the blurred shadow between her legs flickered in his sight for an instant, laid bare before him.

Worse still, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

Her breasts pushed softly against the fabric, their shape obvious. The tips of her nipples were even pressing hard enough to form two distinct little bumps, rising and falling faintly with her breathing.

"I-I fuck... what the hell are you doing!!"

Song Zhiyu finally realized what she was seeing and jumped in shock, her face burning red in an instant.

Even so, her eyes couldn't help darting toward Chu Fan.

That bare cock was still standing tall, red and hot, a string of gleaming fluid hanging from the tip, while in his other hand he was still clutching one of her own little panties.

The air seemed to freeze solid.

Chu Fan's mind rang with a dull boom, his whole body going rigid.

But his body reacted faster than his brain.

As the woman gasped in shock, flushed with shame and already backing away, the double stimulation of sight and smell burst through him all at once.

"Haa—"

He let out a low growl and suddenly locked his waist tight.

In the next second, the fiercely swollen cock jerked hard, and a thick stream of milky semen shot violently from the glans!

"Ahh—!"

Song Zhiyu screamed, far too late to dodge.

The hot white spurt hit her squarely across the chest.

The middle of her nightdress, right over those two soft mounds, was splashed with a huge wet stain. The nipples took the brunt first; the fabric was soaked through in an instant, clinging tight enough that the color of her areolas showed faintly beneath it.

More semen ran down from her chest, slipped along the valley between her breasts, and dropped onto her thighs. A few drops even clung between her legs, over the shadow that had just made him stare in a daze.

She stood there stunned, mouth slightly open, her eyes full of both rage and shock.

"Y-you... you're a pervert!!"

Screaming, Song Zhiyu was just about to run for the stairs when Chu Fan grabbed her wrist.

"Don't say anything... please, I beg you..."

Chu Fan's voice was hoarse, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his ears burning red.

The next second, Shen Rulan's gentle voice came from downstairs.

"Zhiyu? What's wrong? What are you shouting about?"

Song Zhiyu trembled all over. Her half-open mouth snapped shut at once, and her face went tight with embarrassment and anger.

Chu Fan seized the moment, yanking her hard and dragging her straight into the bathroom. With a bang, he locked the door, then leaned his back against it and gasped for breath.

Caught off guard, the woman was pulled inside and crashed into his chest, the wet, sticky stain on her breasts still clinging to her. The fabric pressed against her skin, cold and hot at once, sickening and somehow absurdly strange.

"Are you crazy..."

She growled under her breath, eyes reddening. She tried to shove Chu Fan away, but the man grabbed her shoulders at once.

"I was wrong, I really was..."

Chu Fan's voice was low and rough, panic all over his face. "Please, don't tell your mom, okay? I really beg you."

Song Zhiyu clenched her teeth hard and glared at him without saying a word.

The semen on her chest was still stuck there, a silent reminder of what had just happened.

Her cheeks were burning red, shame and anger tangled together with an emotion she'd never felt before.

This brother-in-law, the live-in son-in-law she called useless every day.

The man she always looked down on...

And yet just now, she had seen his... so big, so hard, and the way he shot so fiercely...

She didn't want to admit it, but her heartbeat still hadn't settled down.

"You want me to keep quiet?"

She lifted her chin and looked at him, biting her lip as she said in a low voice, "You think it works that cheaply?"

Chu Fan froze, then said in a hushed voice, "You say it. I'll do anything."

A glint flashed in Song Zhiyu's eyes, and some little scheme buried under her anger suddenly surfaced.

She thought of something. The day after tomorrow, she had arranged to go street racing with friends out in the outskirts, but no one wanted to go with her, and her friends had even laughed at her for being too timid to go alone.

She glanced at Chu Fan and a thought stirred.

"The day after tomorrow, come out with me. To that mountain bend outside town. All night long."

She glared at him, gritting her teeth. "If you dare stand me up, I'll tell my mom you molested me."

Chu Fan heard those conditions and didn't dare refuse for a second.

"Okay! I'll go, Zhiyu, I'll go with you - wherever you want to go, I'll go."

He nodded furiously, but his hand still hadn't let go of her shoulder, and because they were standing too close, his breath kept brushing her ear.

Song Zhiyu's eyes flickered, and suddenly she felt heat rising through her.

She slapped his hand away and turned her back on him, pressing both hands over the still-wet stain on her chest. Her voice dropped a little.

"Don't push your luck... If you don't come the day after tomorrow... you're dead."

With that, she reached for the door and ran out without looking back.

But the moment Song Zhiyu stepped over the bathroom threshold, she seemed to realize something and stopped short. She spun around at once.

Her eyes fell on Chu Fan's hand.

That crumpled pink pair of panties, still clenched in his palm.

Her expression changed, and her face flushed scarlet again. She hurried back without hesitation and snatched the little panties right out of his hand!

Chu Fan blinked in confusion. "What are you doing..."

"You still have the nerve to ask?!" She shot him a glare, her voice not loud, but full of anger. "You used my things to do that kind of thing!"

The instant she said it, even she felt the shame of it and couldn't bear it. Her whole face turned as red as if blood might drip from it.

She subconsciously clutched the panties behind her back, as if afraid someone might see them, but she was moving too fast. The white semen Chu Fan had sprayed onto her skirt shifted with her movement, making her look like she was on the verge of breaking down.

"You... you pervert, you even dare use the things I took off... go die!!"

With a stomp of her foot, she fled in near panic, clutching her little panties as she hurried back to her room and slammed the door hard behind her.

Chu Fan stood where he was, his mind still not catching up.

The texture of those panties, their scent, the hair and wet marks clinging to them -

None of it belonged to his mother-in-law.

It was hers.

They were Song Zhiyu's, his sister-in-law's.