Along the way, his aunt's face was ashen. Lian wasn't stupid; naturally, he wouldn't provoke her at this time.
Upon arriving at his aunt's apartment complex, he followed her upstairs and into the apartment.
His aunt opened a room, tossed Lian's bag inside, and said sharply, "You'll sleep here." Then she went back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Lian scratched his head, opened his bag, quickly unpacked his things, took off his clothes, and lay down on the bed.
With his hands behind his head, he muttered to himself, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise."
Unexpectedly, no sooner had he finished speaking than his aunt's door opened.
A second later, his aunt was standing in front of Lian again.
"Alright, tell me the truth. Besides your mother flirting with someone on the phone today, what else do you know? Stop playing dumb. Tell me everything. Otherwise..."
"No, Auntie, I'm your nephew! Are you really going to be so harsh on me?" Lian himself didn't understand why he had suddenly become so good at talking after eavesdropping on his mother's masturbation that afternoon.
He just felt a strange pleasure in teasing his aunt like this.
His aunt was stunned by Lian's reaction. This tone didn't sound like a nephew asking for forgiveness; it sounded more like a playful joke between lovers. She didn't know what to say next.
The two of them just stared at each other like that.
After a while, his aunt seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere and clearly didn't know how to handle it, so she could only turn around and go back to her room.
Unlike last time, the door closed quietly; it shouldn't disturb the neighbors.
Lian didn't get up to close his bedroom door. Deep down, he hoped his aunt would come to his room again, but unfortunately, she didn't come out of her room until he fell into a deep sleep.
That night, Lian had another dream. In the dream, both his aunt and mother appeared, their figures intertwined until they almost overlapped.
In the dream, Lian simply stood watching the two dancing figures. As he watched, he felt a surge of desire and then a hot stream gushed from his lower body.
When he woke up, it was already dawn.
Lian threw back the covers and saw another stain on the sheets, feeling extremely ashamed.
This was the second time, and it happened at his aunt's house.
Just as he was at a loss, his aunt came in. Lian tried to cover himself with the covers, but his aunt swiftly ripped them off.
Glancing at the bedsheet, his aunt said nonchalantly, "Why cover yourself? What's there to be ashamed of? Every man does it!" She then looked at Lian and teased, "Not bad, you even had a wet dream. That means you're in good shape. Get up right now. With that energy, why don't you come help me make breakfast?" With that, she turned and walked out.
Lian stared blankly at his aunt's retreating figure.
He knew his aunt had a fiery temper since childhood, but he hadn't expected her to be so casual about his wet dream. This suggested that his aunt was probably far more open-minded about relationships than he had imagined.
At this moment, Lian couldn't help but start recalling his aunt's past relationships: "I think there was one when I was five, but I can't remember what he looked like at all; then she changed boyfriends when I was six, and which one lasted longer, I think I even saw him with my aunt when my parents locked me in the house; the shortest relationship was in fourth grade, I only met him once, and he disappeared after winter break; then there was that one in fifth grade..."
Seeing that Lian hadn't come out for a while, his aunt stormed into Lian's room in a fit of anger, only to find Lian sitting on the bed, counting on his fingers and muttering to himself.
His aunt quietly leaned closer to listen, and realized that her little nephew was actually reminiscing about his aunt's past relationships and he was even counting on his fingers!
This was unacceptable!
His aunt rushed over to slap Lian, but her knee hit the edge of the bed, and she slid down the bed in front of Lian.
Lian looked up and the lips of the aunt and nephew touched.
Almost uncontrollably, Lian hugged his aunt tightly. Before his aunt could even understand what was happening, Lian forced his tongue through his aunt's lips and slipped it inside.
"Warm, soft, smooth..." Lian was smugly enjoying the sensation of his aunt's tongue when his aunt suddenly turned her head and pressed her face against his, her high nose instantly pressed against his, blocking his nostrils.
Then, his aunt's tongue slid into Lian's mouth, but in a completely different way. She not only wrapped her tongue around the base of his, but also pressed the tip against the back of his throat.
Then, his aunt's body pressed down on Lian, using her hands and feet to restrain Lian's limbs.
"Ugh..." Lian immediately found himself unable to breathe. Their eyes met, and Lian felt the burning anger in his aunt's eyes.
"Oh no! At this rate, Auntie will suffocate me! I'm doomed... I'm just a child, how can I possibly defeat Auntie?" Fear finally filled Lian's eyes as he desperately tried to break free from his aunt's control, his tongue pulling back as he tried to push hers out.
But what power did a 13-year-old boy have to escape the deliberate restraint of an adult woman?
The more he twisted and struggled, the more intense the pain became.
Lian's pupils involuntarily rolled upwards during the struggle.