He stared at the underwear in his hand as if he were looking at his mother-in-law's mature body. He gripped the fabric tightly with his knuckles, wrinkling it. Unconsciously, he pressed his cheek against it and rubbed it hard against the soft, scented area a few times.
A clear, sticky fluid oozed from the glans penis, sliding down the shaft and dripping onto the edge of the sink.
"Ugh... Ha..."
Chu Fan's hands moved faster and faster, his penis throbbed painfully, the glans was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and the whole thing throbbed like iron. The sound of his hands stroking it mixed with his rapid breathing, making it sound particularly lewd in the bathroom.
"It'll be soon... soon..."
He gritted his teeth, his whole body tense, his penis throbbing violently, the glans pressing against his palm, thick fluid already seeping out, about to gush out—
But just then—
"Clap."
The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
A slender figure darted in, her tone still carrying a hint of lazy casualness: "My face wash... Mom, where did you put it? I'm looking for it..."
The words were cut short before they could be finished.
Chu Fan froze on the spot, his mind going blank.
He instinctively turned his head to look—
Standing at the door was Song Zhiyu—his sister-in-law.
The girl was wearing a cream-colored cotton nightgown, the hem of which only reached her upper thighs. The fabric was thin and soft, clinging to her skin, and the outline of her body was clearly visible at a glance.
She had clearly just taken a shower; her hair was still damp, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was leaning forward slightly as she leaned into the doorway, one hand still holding onto the door frame.
As he leaned forward, the hem of his nightgown drooped forward, clearly exposing his entire upper thigh. Even the blurry shadow between his legs flickered slightly in front of his eyes, and he saw it all clearly.
What's worse, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Two soft mounds of flesh on her chest stretched the fabric, their shapes distinct, with the nipples even being pressed tightly against the fabric, forming two clear little dots that rose and fell gently with her breath.
"What the hell... what are you doing?!"
Song Zhiyu finally realized what was happening in front of her, jumped up suddenly, and her face flushed red.
But she couldn't help but stare at Chu Fan—
The naked penis was still erect, red and hot, with a string of glistening fluid hanging from the tip, while in his other hand, he was tightly clutching one of his own panties...
The air seemed to freeze suddenly.
Chu Fan's head buzzed, and he froze.
But his body acted faster than his mind—
As the girl was startled, blushed, and stepped back, the dual stimulation of sight and smell suddenly erupted.
"ha--"
He let out a low growl and suddenly tensed his waist.
The next second, the engorged penis throbbed violently, and a thick stream of white semen gushed out from the glans!
"ah--!"
Song Zhiyu screamed in surprise, but she couldn't dodge at all.
Warm, scalding white semen sprayed directly onto her chest—
The area in the center of the nightgown where the two soft mounds were splattered was covered with a large patch of splatter, with the nipples being the first to be hit. The entire piece of fabric was instantly soaked and clung tightly to the skin, and even the color of the areolas was faintly visible.
Thick semen continued to flow down her chest, dripping along her cleavage and finally splashing onto her thighs, with a few drops even hanging between her legs, on the shadow that had just made him lose his focus.
She froze, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and anger.
"You, you...you're a pervert!!"
Song Zhiyu screamed and was about to run towards the stairwell when Chu Fan suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Don't speak...please, please..."
Chu Fan's voice was hoarse, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and even his ears turned bright red.
The next second, Shen Rulan's gentle voice came from downstairs:
"Zhiyu? What's wrong? Why are you shouting?"
Song Zhiyu trembled, her mouth, which had just opened, immediately closed, and her face turned tense and ashamed.
Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Fan suddenly pulled her into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it, panting heavily.
The girl was suddenly pulled in and bumped into his arms. There was still a wet, sticky stain on her chest. The fabric clung to her skin, feeling both cold and hot, which was both disgusting and strange.
"Are you crazy...?"
She growled in a low voice, her eyes reddening, and tried to push Chu Fan away, but the man grabbed her shoulder.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
Chu Fan's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes filled with panic, "I beg you, please don't tell your mother, okay? I really beg you."
Song Zhiyu gritted her teeth and glared at him without saying a word.
The stain of semen still clung to her chest, a reminder of what had just happened—
Her cheeks were burning red, a mixture of shame and indignation, along with a chaotic emotion she had never felt before.
This brother-in-law is the live-in son-in-law she calls a good-for-nothing every day.
The person she dislikes...
But just now, she saw his...so big, so hard, and he ejaculated so violently...
She didn't want to admit it, but her heart was still pounding.
You want me to keep quiet?
She looked up at him, gritted her teeth, and said in a low voice, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."
Chu Fan was taken aback, then said in a low voice, "You can do whatever you want."
Song Zhiyu's eyes flashed, and the little thoughts that had been suppressed under her anger suddenly popped up.
She suddenly realized that she had arranged to go racing in the suburbs with her friends the day after tomorrow, but no one was willing to go with her, and her friends even laughed at her for being "too timid to go alone."
She glanced at Chu Fan, a thought flashing through her mind.
"Come with me on a trip the day after tomorrow, to that bend in the mountain road, all night."
She glared at him, gritting her teeth, "If you dare stand me up, I'll... I'll tell my mom you molested me."
Upon hearing these conditions, Chu Fan dared not refuse.
"Okay! I'll go, Zhiyu, I'll go with you—I'll go wherever you want to go."
He nodded vigorously, but his hand hadn't let go of her shoulder yet. Their bodies were so close that his breath was on her ear.
Song Zhiyu's eyes flickered, and she suddenly felt a little hot.
She slapped his hand away, turned her back, and covered her still-wet chest with both hands, her voice lowered:
"Don't push your luck... If you don't come back to lick my boots later... your uncle is dead."
After saying that, she reached out to open the door and ran out without looking back.
But as soon as Song Zhiyu stepped out of the bathroom, she suddenly seemed to realize something, paused, and turned around abruptly.
Her gaze fell on Chu Fan's hand—
The crumpled pink underwear was still clutched in my palm.
Her eyes changed, her face flushed red, and she turned back in a few steps, grabbing the panties back without hesitation!
Chu Fan was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "What are you doing..."
"How dare you ask?!" She glared at him, her voice low but filled with anger, "You used my things to do that kind of thing!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt unbearably ashamed, her face turning as red as if it could bleed.
She instinctively covered her underwear behind her back, as if afraid of being seen, but the movement was too hasty, and the white fluid that Chu Fan had ejaculated was still stuck to her skirt. With every movement, it swayed, making her almost collapse.
"You, you pervert! You even dared to take my things that I took off... Go to hell!!!"
She stomped her foot and practically fled, grabbing her panties and heading back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Chu Fan stood there, still not quite processing what had happened.
The texture, the scent, and the hair and dampness clinging to those underwear—
None of them belong to the mother-in-law.
It's hers.
It belongs to my sister-in-law, Song Zhiyu.