A while later, just when Lian thought his aunt was only joking and teasing him, a woman's moans actually came from his aunt's room. And that sound was all too familiar to Lian. Who else could it be but his aunt?
"Ah… ah… um… um…"
Lian immediately felt a surge of heat throughout his body.
He muttered to himself, "Is Auntie really masturbating or is she just making noises to tease me and then use it as an excuse to get rid of me?" The near-suffocation he experienced that morning had truly terrified Lian.
Thinking this, he didn't stop his breathing exercises.
However, Lian soon discovered that as long as he focused on his breathing, the heat within his body gradually dissipated.
"Taoist secret techniques" indeed had their merits.
After more than ten minutes, his aunt's moans suddenly stopped. Following a few squeaking sounds from the bed, her heavy breathing took their place.
A few minutes later, his aunt stood in her room's doorway, her eyes watery, her cheeks flushed, and her hair disheveled and loose over her shoulders. Lian stared blankly at his aunt; at that moment, he was certain that his aunt had indeed been masturbating.
"Is it pretty? That's how women look after they've had their fun." His aunt's physical pleasure hadn't subsided, but her voice had already returned to normal: "I'm going back to sleep. Go do what you need to do, don't bother me. Knock on the door at eleven to wake me up. I'm going to buy groceries and cook." She then closed the door.
Before Lian could recover from his shock, the door opened again, and his aunt poked her head out, warning fiercely, "When I'm sleeping, you better behave yourself and don't get any funny ideas, or I'll come out and kill you..." It was a clear threat.
In the evening, his aunt remembered she had some work to hand over to her colleagues, so she dragged Lian out the door.
His aunt worked for the government, responsible for public cultural and sports activities. Besides contacting and organizing various cultural and sports activities organized by government agencies at all levels, her main job was actually leading elderly women and middle-aged women who enjoyed outdoor activities in parks and city squares in the early mornings and evenings for exercise.
According to his aunt, she even had work targets to meet.
Each year, she needs to teach a set number of different aerobics and ballroom dance classes.
Now that his aunt had become a mid-level manager, she hadn't needed to personally lead outdoor exercises for several years.
That's why there was a saying: "She's just getting by with minimal efforts; it doesn't matter if she shows up for work or not." However, with several new activity venues recently added and the instructors, organizers, and responsible neighborhood offices still not finalized, his aunt decided to go to her workplace to coordinate these matters with the other mid-level managers.
Upon arriving at her workplace and parking her car, before even entering the office building, his aunt spotted his father's official car in the parking lot of the unit next door.
Next to the Cultural Bureau are the Committee's guesthouse and reception office.
After briefly settling things with the other managers in the office, she came out to find his father's car still there.
His aunt then pulled Lian along, saying, "Come on, let's go find your dad. Maybe we can invite him for dinner."
"How can you be so sure my dad will come by?" Lian deliberately argued with his aunt.
"What time is it now? They're still at the office. They must be working overtime." As a government employee herself, his aunt was very familiar with these routines.
Seeing his aunt's expression, Lian was happy to play along.
Since she had come to discuss work, his aunt hadn't gone grocery shopping. If they didn't eat out or get his father to pay for a meal, there would be no dinner.
Since several government departments were located here, in addition to their main entrances facing the street, they were all connected by back doors.
For convenience, the aunt and nephew went through the back door.
Passing a room on the first floor of the guesthouse, both of them heard "those" sounds coming from inside.
Lian blushed, but for his aunt, these things were nothing new.
Seeing Lian's expression, his aunt muttered disdainfully, "Useless! How are you going to pick up girls in the future? These guys, it's not even dark yet, and they're already doing it. Are they all looking for trouble?"
However, a male voice came from inside the room. Lian and his aunt immediately stopped in their tracks.
The voice was all too familiar to them.
"Dad?" Lian was initially surprised, but then, remembering the "fairy fight" he had witnessed outside his father's office, it seemed perfectly natural.
His aunt, however, froze, her face filled with disbelief.
The aunt and nephew exchanged a glance and, without tacit agreement, did the same thing: "peep."