Now, I finally understood. I understood why she had been squeezing me dry. She couldn't get satisfaction from my cousin, so she used me as a substitute, making me jerk off so many times just so she could watch my body and get some kind of physiological thrill.
And I, like a diligent gardener, had silently endured the agony of being emptied, all to cater to her slightly twisted little fetish.
But then again, she was a traditional woman. She would rather drain me than mess around outside her marriage. I could understand her plight. We were both adults. Who doesn't have needs?
It was just... the way she openly mocked my cousin's sexual prowess in front of me, even comparing me to him, was incredibly awkward. I was her husband's younger cousin, a virgin who had never even had a girlfriend. I couldn't handle her graphic descriptions.
So, I patted her back and gently coaxed her to sleep. Soon, her breathing became even and steady.
The fabric of her nightgown had been torn during their fight, and it barely covered the pale expanse of her chest. Her two small, pink nipples were exceptionally tempting. Shit, she wasn't wearing a bra.
In the past, I definitely would have taken advantage of the situation. But things were different now. She was hurt. She needed to be cared for. If she caught me doing something, it would be like pouring salt on the wound.
I carefully lifted her into my arms. Her body was so soft and hot, like a searing potato I couldn't hold. I tried my best not to think any impure thoughts as I carried her to her room. I tucked her in, then set the air conditioner to twenty-seven degrees, the perfect temperature for sleep.
The awkward part was, she was clutching my fingers and wouldn't let go. Her brow was furrowed as she murmured, "Stay with me, okay?"
She must have been having a nightmare. I coaxed her for a little while longer before I managed to pull my hand free. If I stayed, there was no telling what kind of absurd thing might happen. She was just too tempting, like a ripe peach exuding a captivating fragrance. I was afraid I wouldn't have the willpower to resist.
After I was done, I went back to my room, my heart a tangle of emotions. All the sweetness and intimacy from yesterday was just an illusion. My cousin was a real piece of work. I remembered their wedding so clearly, how he had vowed to treat her well for the rest of their lives. Now, it was all just smoke. Maybe the temptations of the city were the true test of a man's character.
Last night, I couldn't sleep a wink. Tonight, I slept like a log. In my dream, I was eating the most authentic Tianjin Goubuli steamed buns. The skin was thin, the filling was soft, and they were so juicy. The buns were so big I couldn't even hold one in my hand. But it seemed I didn't have any money, and the lady boss wouldn't let me take them.
In a daze, I heard my sister-in-law's soft moan. My nose felt itchy. I groggily opened my eyes and found her right in front of me, her face full of anticipation.
"Sister-in-law, these Goubuli buns are delicious. You should try one," I mumbled, shifting slightly. It didn't help. I just felt something soft and supple. I instinctively looked down. Oh my god. These weren't Goubuli buns. This was the very thing I had been dreaming of for so long.
"Have you squeezed them enough?" she asked, her cheeks so flushed they looked like they would drip water. In the faint moonlight, she was as beautiful as a fairy, yet here she was, right beside me.
"I... I wasn't..." I was so nervous I couldn't even speak properly. I quickly let go. Holy crap. She was still wearing that torn nightgown. I had seen everything, things I should and shouldn't have seen.
Wasn't she asleep? How did she end up in my room? And she smelled of alcohol. I pieced it together. She must have woken up, gotten angry thinking about my cousin, and then, in a drunken haze, climbed into my bed.
"I'm sorry, I thought I was dreaming," I apologized quickly. Her body was exposed, but she made no move to cover herself. I had no choice but to turn my head away. I'm a man of principles. We hadn't even reached the goal we agreed on. How could I just touch her like that?
"It's fine. Consider it a reward. And I have another gift for you," she giggled. In that moment, she exuded the unique, flirtatious charm of a young wife. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
"You don't have to..." Before I could finish, she suddenly sat on top of me. The soft, hot flesh of her ass ignited a deep-seated desire within me, but I was also instinctively nervous.
"Sis... Sister-in-law, what are you doing?!" I was like an ant on a hot pan. Seeing the mischievous smile on her face, I felt like I was asking a stupid question.
"Playing with you, silly," she said, reaching her delicate hand to unbutton my clothes. "No, no, no, Sister-in-law! You're drunk. You need to calm down."
Even as I tried to reason with her, the drunken sister-in-law was a full-on she-hooligan, not stopping for a second.
"I'm not drunk. I know exactly what I'm doing." With that, she grabbed my cock. It had been two days. I had missed her little hand. But I was fully aware of what was happening now.
My cousin had wronged her, not only hitting her but also stealing her jewelry. Her heart was shattered, and she hated him. The alcohol had acted as a catalyst, and she had thought of me. It's common in fights between couples to develop a competitive mentality. Since he had shamed her, she was going to make him a cuckold. This was purely out of revenge.
I sighed inwardly, feeling even more sympathy for her. But I couldn't use this as an opportunity to wrong my cousin.
"Don't, Sister-in-law," I begged. I was truly scared. When a beautiful woman gets aggressive, it's hard to resist.
"Hah. Your mouth says no, but your body is more honest than anyone's. It's fine, we'll use a condom. That way, it's not real contact. You'll feel better about it," she said, sharp as ever, seeing right through my hesitation.
What did she mean, "use a condom"? When something like this happens, it happens. Why deceive yourself? She was tickling me, torturing me. As a boy from the mountains, how could I not react?
"No, Sister-in-law. I can provide the 'face masks' for you, but this is something I can't do," I said, my tone firm. She paused, then asked curiously, "You don't want to, or you can't?"
Her question was more profound than any exam question. Faced with such a fiery woman, no one would believe me if I said I didn't want to. But if I admitted I did, she would surely press her advantage. I could never win a war of words with her.
"I don't want to, and I can't," I said, gently pushing her away and preparing to go sleep on the sofa.
She wouldn't let me. She grabbed my hand and shook her head.
"No. Wherever you go, I go. Ethan, are you going to abandon me too?" she asked pitifully, tears welling up in her eyes. The sight of a young wife crying with such sorrow was devastatingly effective.
I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. Women are fragile creatures. Her initial coldness was just a mask to hide her situation, unwilling to let me know about her family's shame.
"Fine, fine. We'll sleep together, okay?" I couldn't stand to see a woman cry; it made me feel like a monster. I grabbed a thin blanket, then went to the bathroom to jerk off. That way, I wouldn't have any ideas for a while.
She was an experienced woman. She quickly noticed my strange behavior. Suddenly, smack, she slapped herself across the face. The action terrified me. I sat up straight. "What's wrong, Sister-in-law?"
"Do you think I'm cheap and dirty?" she asked, biting her lip, her face pale.
"No, no, how could I?" I shook my head frantically. She slapped herself again. I grabbed her wrist, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free. A woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea. One moment, calm and peaceful, the next, the sky is falling.
"Sister-in-law, please don't be like this, okay?" I pleaded. Alcohol was a terrible thing. She was usually so composed, but now she was showing a completely different side.
After a while, she gradually calmed down. "Fine. Sleep. Since you find me disgusting, I won't make things difficult for you anymore."
Her words were a stab to the heart. How was this disgust? To put it bluntly, I would gladly drink her bathwater. It was just a matter of our positions, our principles. I couldn't let a moment of confusion lead to a lifetime of regret.
But along with my relief, I felt a strong sense of loss. It seemed like the chance to play with her without any inhibitions was gone forever.