Jacking off every day... not even a Japanese porn star could handle that, let alone me. Lack of sleep made me doze off in class. The teacher called me out several times, and my classmates laughed at me, saying I was getting thinner by the day from jerking off too much. I finally had a showdown with my sister-in-law. I told her if she threatened me again, I'd call the cops.
Even though I was dead serious, she just found it amusing. "Call the cops? And say what? That you stole your sister-in-law's panties to do naughty things? How about this: you can take a few days off. I've got a stockpile anyway. From now on, every time you provide, I'll reward you with a hundred yuan. And I'll let you touch my tits for one minute. Deal?"
My heart leaped. I'd had the privilege of touching her breasts before, so soft and supple. But one minute was too short. I haggled it up to three. We also swore to keep it a secret.
After a few days' rest, we were back at it. She was true to her word. Every time I shot my load, she gave me the money and let me grope her chest. Even though it was through her bra, the feeling of "striking the cow through the mountain" was incredible.
Honestly, I couldn't figure out what she needed so much of my essence for. At first, she used it herself. Then she told me she was giving some to her best friend. Later, she started using condoms to get me off, then she'd tie them up, put them in a small bag, and store them in the freezer. She had at least seven or eight in there. Over the past month, I must have shot my load more than twenty times. I'd saved up a few hundred yuan, but it wasn't easy money. My legs felt weak when I walked. If this kept up, I was going to die.
After thinking it over, I decided to move out. Even renting a place would be better than this. Fondling her breasts was amazing, but doing it through a bra always left me wanting more. She wouldn't let me slip my hand inside, saying we could "negotiate" after I kept this up for two months. I was afraid I'd be a dried-up corpse before two months were up.
So, I secretly called home. The guy from the village, "Spud", asked me a million questions and said he wanted to come to the city to visit me during the holidays so we could check out girls together. To be honest, I had zero interest in women right now, unless it was for actual sex. I told him with the gravity of a wise old man that "a field is never ruined by plowing," and that he should focus on his studies. It probably sounded like a well-fed man lecturing a starving one, but it was how I truly felt. Right now, all I wanted was to study, but I just didn't have the energy.
I called my mom but didn't mention any of this. I just said that I had late classes and got home late, and I was worried about disturbing my sister-in-law's rest. I told her I had saved up some money from a part-time job and was planning to move out. Mom readily agreed and even praised me for being so motivated.
Then she asked me if the eggs she had sent with me were good. Just the mention of it made me depressed. The first day I arrived, my sister-in-law had thrown them all in the trash to put me in my place. It felt like my heart had shattered. She hadn't just thrown away eggs; she had thrown away the fragile bond of our family. Those were eggs my parents had saved up, never willing to eat them themselves. But my sister-in-law claimed they were unsafe and could carry germs. I argued with her, but she just shot back, "If you don't like it, you can get the hell out." I had no choice but to shut up.
Now that my mom was asking, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I told her my sister-in-law loved them. Mom was so happy and said she'd bring more next time. A wave of bitterness washed over me. This evil woman didn't appreciate my family's kindness and was now trying to squeeze me dry. I had to get away from her.
After hanging up, I excitedly started packing. But my sister-in-law burst in, a displeased look on her face. "Ethan, you've gotten bold, haven't you? Made a little money and now your wings have grown? Planning to move out!?"
I was screwed. My mom was a great person, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She must have called my sister-in-law. This was a disaster.
"Why didn't you tell your mom about stealing my underwear to jerk off, trying to get your sister-in-law pregnant?" she demanded, poking me in the forehead.
I could only manage a bitter smile. The first part was true, but the second was ridiculous. My biology was good enough to know that sperm dies within a few hours outside the body. How could she possibly get pregnant? This wasn't some trashy porn novel where you could get pregnant from shower gel or using the wrong towel.
"Sister-in-law, please, spare me. I don't want to die young," I begged. I had used a classmate's phone to look it up. Jerking off too much could easily lead to impotence and premature ejaculation. It wasn't worth sacrificing a lifetime of sexual pleasure for a little bit of money.
"I'll be nicer to you from now on. Isn't it great living here? You don't have to worry about food or drink, why move out? I already told your mom, and she's a hundred percent behind you staying here. If you don't want to do it, I won't force you. Of course, if you can shoot fifteen loads a month, I'll let you feel me up without a bra." As she said the last part, her face turned red, as if she was a little excited herself.
Oh my god. It felt amazing even through her bra. If she took it off, I'd be in heaven.
I made my decision. I would rest up and conserve my energy to meet this goal. A wonderful life was waving at me.
I had to admit, my sister-in-law knew how to dangle a carrot. I even suspected my cousin was so completely drained by her that he had to go on business trips all the time. Having a succubus for a wife... was it a blessing or a curse? After all, my cousin's scrawny frame was no match for mine.
She had praised my strong build more than once, sometimes with a look of admiration in her eyes. She wasn't cold to me anymore. In fact, she went out less often. When I came home late from school, she would always order takeout for me: barbecue, skewers, and beer. Life couldn't get any better. This rare display of thoughtfulness made me feel at home.
I even had the delusion that she wasn't my cousin's wife, but my own little wife. Of course, it was just a thought.
Just as I was about to reach the agreed-upon goal, my cousin came home.
He was dragging a large suitcase, his face etched with fatigue. When he saw me doing my homework, he came over to say hello, holding some local specialties. "Ethan, I bought these pastries for you at the Nanputuo Temple. And this, a stationery set I got specially for you. It's been blessed. It'll help you get into a good university."
A shiver went down my spine. I had a strange feeling I couldn't describe. Was my cousin being cuckolded? Probably not, right? I hadn't actually done anything with my sister-in-law. My cousin had always been good to me, but my relationship with his wife had undergone a subtle change. I didn't want him to be so nice to me. I felt like a piece of shit, doing all these absurd things while he was away.
I regretted it. If he had been cold to me like his wife used to be, I would have felt better. But he had gone out of his way to bring me gifts from his business trip. Dammit, I was a monster.
"Thanks, cousin," I said, keeping my head down and forcing a smile.
He sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting with me, asking how I was doing and if his wife had been treating me poorly. I just lied through my teeth.
"Come watch TV when you're done with your homework! This variety show is pretty good, it'll help you with your studies!" he called out. I took a deep breath, trying to act as if nothing had happened.
I went to watch the show with him. He yawned, then suddenly stood up and walked towards the fridge. My facial muscles twitched.
"Cousin, what are you doing?!" I asked, my expression turning ugly. The fridge was where my billions of future children were stored. As a married man, there was no way he wouldn't know what that was.
"Huh? Getting a drink. Want one?" he asked, opening the top freezer compartment. I let out a sigh of relief. The small bag was hidden in the bottom drawer.
"Uh, anything is fine," I stammered. My overreaction could have given me away.
But he couldn't find any drinks in the top freezer. "Man, your sister-in-law is so thoughtless. It's so hot, and she didn't even stock up on drinks." With that, he started searching the bottom freezer.
I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest, but I didn't know how to stop him. He pulled out every drawer, complaining, "No popsicles either. Hey, what's this?"
In the very bottom drawer, he found the small bag. He squeezed it twice. It was filled with more than a dozen condoms.
"Face... face masks. My sister-in-law freezes them specially," I blurted out, as if possessed. He didn't even question it and just tossed it back in.
Holy shit, that nearly gave me a heart attack.
I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon. My cousin watched TV for a while, then went into his room to play on his computer.
Around five, I went to the kitchen to start making dinner. Suddenly, my sister-in-law burst in excitedly. "Ethan, look what I brought you! Garlic oysters! You have to eat a lot..."