Evening.
The glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers shimmered with golden light under the setting sun. Neon lights flickered to life in the dimming sky, casting a dazzling array of colorful glows, like stars twinkling across the city.
After the intense release, a wave of emptiness washed over me, followed by regret. "How could I think of my own mother like that? Lu Haoran, you're truly a beast!"
Just as my finger hovered over the delete button for the novel, another voice echoed in my mind: "But didn't it feel good?"
"It felt amazing—too amazing! It's been a long time since I've felt this good from masturbating!" In the end, desire triumphed over reason. After tossing a large wad of tissues into the trash, though I felt guilty toward my mother, I still decided to keep this mother-son incest novel.
I stored it in my hidden folder.
Once that was done, I skillfully opened the window to air out the room.
Gazing at the setting sun outside and the gradually brightening city lights, I felt a sense of peace. Seizing this rare moment of clarity, I quickly sat down at my desk and focused on finishing today's homework.
Just as I was immersing myself in the world of studying, unable to pull myself away—
I heard the sound of the living room door opening, followed by a cheerful voice calling out, "Auntie, Ranran, I'm back!" Recognizing the familiar voice, I knew it was my mischievous cousin, Jiang Lan.
Jiang Lan is the daughter of my mother's older sister, my aunt Liu Ruoyuan. She's 24 years old, a full ten years older than me.
Despite her age, she acts like a child and loves to tease me, which is why I've nicknamed her "the little witch."
But she thought "witch" wasn't cute enough and insisted on adding "little" in front, making me call her "little witch." Under her domineering pressure, I had no choice but to address her as "little witch."
Just as I was contemplating whether to lock the door and pretend to be asleep for a while, my bedroom door swung open. A vibrant pink figure rushed up to me: "Little Ranran, your sister is here, and you didn't even come out to greet me! Do you want a spanking?" As she spoke, she pinched both sides of my cheeks and started shaking them.
"Little witch, don't go too far! I've grown up now—I'm not the little kid you could bully anymore!" I grabbed my cousin's hands to stop her shaking and stared into her eyes, trying my best to sound fierce.
"Giggle, giggle~" To my surprise, my threat didn't work at all. Instead, it made my cousin burst into a fit of laughter, causing her ample chest to jiggle along with her giggles. For a moment, I was completely mesmerized.
My cousin didn't notice my dazed expression and leaned in closer. "So our Ranran isn't a little kid anymore, huh? Come, let your sister check properly and see if little Ranran has really grown up~"
As she leaned forward, she didn't notice the chair leg in her way. She tripped, lost her balance, and with a startled "Oh no!" tumbled forward.
In the split second she fell, I reacted. In a flash, I managed to grab her left arm.
Due to inertia, my cousin spun 90 degrees in mid-air and landed sideways on my bed, while I was pulled by the momentum from the chair onto the bed as well.
To avoid stepping on her, I had to spread my legs and ended up sitting right on top of her.
As I fell, my hands instinctively searched for support and landed on my cousin's body.
Once I steadied myself, I realized the sensation under my hands felt strange—soft, bouncy, and almost like sinking into jelly. Without thinking, I gave it a gentle squeeze.
From the side, the scene looked rather peculiar: a young woman in her twenties lay on the bed, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
On top of her, a teenage boy sat astride her waist, blinking his eyes, leaning forward, his hands gripping her chest as if trying to confirm something. He even gave it another firm squeeze—a truly suggestive scene.
This intimate moment didn't last long before my cousin's soft, teasing voice broke the silence: "You little rascal, have you had enough of touching~"
Hearing her voice, I finally realized that the soft, bouncy sensation was my cousin's chest—no wonder it felt so nice.
I had always known my cousin had a great figure, but only now did I truly understand just how impressive her chest was.
Seeing the warning look in her eyes that seemed to say, "How much longer are you going to keep touching?" I reluctantly moved my hands away, giving one last nostalgic little squeeze as I did so.
In return, my cousin gave my thigh a sharp pinch, so painful I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"You little rascal, learning bad things!"
"Sis, sis, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise. Please forgive me!" I pleaded, grabbing her hand to stop her from pinching me again.
Perhaps our movements were too vigorous, or the tiny buttons had long been under too much strain. Just as my cousin and I were roughhousing, a button on her blouse suddenly popped off, instantly revealing a vast expanse of pale, creamy flesh. Against the backdrop of her pink lace bra, it appeared even more dazzling.
The sudden mishap left both of us frozen in place.
Glancing down, I saw my cousin with flushed cheeks, her breath as fragrant as orchids, her brows like delicate willow leaves, and shallow dimples gracing her cheeks—utterly enchanting. Her sparkling eyes, full of allure, seemed capable of drawing one's soul right in. She wore a pink blouse, now missing a button, exposing her snow-white cleavage and deep décolletage, which held my gaze captive. Below, a pink skirt hugged her rounded hips, while semi-transparent nude stockings traced the perfect curves of her legs.
This mesmerizing sight caused my already spent member to stand at attention once more, rigidly saluting my cousin.
"Ranran, get off me. You're making me uncomfortable," my cousin murmured, seemingly aware of the heat between her legs. Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she squirmed unconsciously, trying to push me off. Yet, her movements only heightened my arousal.
Feeling her shift beneath me, my member pressed deeper, and my mind went blank. Driven solely by the desire for more pleasure, I ignored her words entirely, as if possessed.
Just as I was lost in admiration of her body, ready to press further, my mother's voice rang out from the living room: "Dinner's ready! You two, stop fooling around and come eat!"