Song Zhiyu slammed the door shut, then pounced onto the bed as if she were on fire, clutching her pillow and burying herself inside.
"Pervert...psychopath..."
She cursed through gritted teeth, her voice trembling.
But she could still feel the damp heat on her body—
The sticky fabric on my chest felt icy against my skin, and my nipples were hard and swollen, rubbing uncomfortably with every movement.
The inner thighs under the skirt felt even more uncomfortable—they were slippery, and liquid was slowly flowing down the tender flesh of the inner thighs.
"How did I end up... going into that shabby bathroom..."
"Damn it...pervert...wolf..."
She cursed as she frantically ripped off her skirt, pulling off her underwear along with it, and threw it into a corner of the room. After changing into another set of clothes, she felt a little better sitting on the bed.
But the next second, as if remembering something, she turned her head and glanced at the pile of clothes that had just been taken off—above the clothes, there was a faint white residue mixed with some slightly yellow dried marks, as if… it had been there for a long time.
She walked over, squatted down, and pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers.
The aroma was irresistible.
Mixed with sweat, semen, and a little bit of... something familiar.
It was her own scent.
She froze for a moment, then brought her nose even closer, taking another breath—
"Ugh... fuck..."
She shivered slightly.
The smell was so strong it was almost fishy, but somehow it brought back the image of that hard, veiny penis to her mind.
I felt nauseous, yet a strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.
My phone suddenly dinged; it was a green bubble voice message.
[He Xiaoyao]:
"Hey? Zhiyu, what's up? Are you coming the night after tomorrow or not? Didn't you say you made plans to go to 'Crazy Bend' with someone?"
Song Zhiyu bit her lip, stared at her phone for a long time, then turned on her microphone and said in an annoyed tone:
"Come on, take my good-for-nothing brother-in-law with you."
[He Xiaoyao]:
"Huh? You mean your live-in brother-in-law, that gigolo? He dares to come here?"
"That's hilarious... I hope he doesn't wet his pants from fright."
Song Zhiyu didn't reply, but just bit her lip, staring at her phone screen. Suddenly, she grabbed a tissue from the table and wiped her chest in frustration.
The moment I pressed it, my nipple hardened instantly, as if it still remembered the burning sensation of the hot liquid gushing out from it.
She wiped herself hard a few times, her movements getting faster and faster, but after she finished wiping, she hesitated to let go of the tissue and instead looked down at her chest.
Her breasts were white and full, slightly deformed when she wiped them, with pink nipples that were round and erect.
She suddenly remembered how Chu Fan looked back then.
The image of him holding her panties in his hand and rubbing his face against them was like...like licking her little...
"You're insane..."
She muttered a curse under her breath, but her legs unconsciously squeezed together.
She walked back to the bed, plopped down, her entire bottom sinking into the soft cushion. She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and as she lifted and lowered her legs, the lingering warmth and wetness between her legs remained.
Just then, the phone vibrated again—
[He Xiaoyao]:
"Hey, hey, hey, you're kidding me, aren't you? You're really bringing your brother-in-law? You'll be responsible if he gets scared and cries!"
Song Zhiyu did not reply.
She looked down at the red mark on her inner thigh—
I can't tell if it was from the friction just now, or from when I accidentally squeezed it...
How disgusting!
Oh my god!
That damn piece of trash...
Using your own panties to do that kind of thing...
But her mind kept replaying the force with which his hands pressed against her shoulders, and the warm breath he took when he spoke and panted against her ear.
She had never felt that way with any boy before.
"abnormal."
She cursed again, turned her head away from the pile of clothes by the bed, but couldn't help glancing at them again.
The scent was still slowly spreading in the air, seeping into her nostrils little by little, mixing with the air in the room, and quietly entering her body.
Song Zhiyu frowned deeply, a surge of inexplicable irritation rising in her throat.
"Damn it..."
"Disgusting trash..."
She gritted her teeth and cursed, but couldn't help taking another breath. The smell became clearer, very familiar, like the moist smell of somewhere inside her body.
"Oh my god..."
She covered her face with her hands, her ears burning as if they were on fire. She huddled on the edge of the bed, feeling like her mind was about to explode.
...
Chu Fan quickly finished his shower and returned to his room. He slammed the door shut behind him with a click, locking it from the inside. He leaned against the door as if his body had been hollowed out, his chest heaving violently.
That familiar scent still lingered in my nasal cavity—
The woman's body fragrance, mixed with shower gel, and... the fishy smell of semen.
He looked down at his left hand.
It was still hot, and the skin on my palms seemed to still remember the feel of those little panties—soft, moist, still warm, and with a faint, girlish scent.
"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, a sudden tightness in his chest, and his penis twitched inappropriately in his crotch.
That scene was crystal clear.
The sister-in-law stood there screaming, her chest filled with his semen, her nipples soaked, and even the shadow under her skirt was stained with semen, which slid down her legs.
She stood there stunned, cursing, glaring at him, and finally snatched the item back...
"These are my panties!"
The words kept replaying in his ears.
Those underwear...
It's not my mother-in-law's, it's hers.
She's my sister-in-law's younger sister.
Chu Fan clenched his fist tightly, his fingers turning white, but he couldn't suppress the increasingly strong reaction.
He's not shameless—
But at that moment, he was genuinely excited, like a freak.
This sister-in-law who looks down on him, despises him for being a son-in-law who married into the family, and doesn't even give him a second glance—
He ejaculated his hot semen onto her body—
He ejaculated onto her breasts, which had only recently begun to develop.
He even ejaculated on her vagina...
He slammed his fist on the edge of the bed, but he couldn't calm down at all.
My body is still trembling.
The penis was still throbbing.
My mind is filled with her image—
The shadows swaying beneath her skirt, her soft breasts that seemed to burst through the fabric, and her legs trembling with panic as she glared at him, her face flushed.
Chu Fan closed his eyes, his mind still a jumbled mess, like a pot of porridge that had been stirred up.
But just then, another figure burst in.
Shen Rulan—his mother-in-law.
That woman who carried the unique fragrance of a mature woman.
The woman whose waist swayed slightly and whose hips were rounded as she walked.
The woman in the silk dress, whose collar slipped down when she bent over, revealing her two full breasts.
Those breasts—white, large, and soft—made his blood boil every time he caught a glimpse of them.
The mother-in-law had a more mature charm than her sister-in-law Song Zhiyu, and a more gentle and romantic air than her wife Song Zhiyao.
Every time I get close to him, the faint fragrance of her body when she speaks, her long hair smelling of shampoo, and the snow-white breasts that are inadvertently revealed in front of him...
Even for just a second, it made his blood boil and his breath catch in his throat.
He knew this was wrong.
—She is his mother-in-law.
But the body is often more honest than reason.
The more he told himself "I can't," the clearer the image became...
"No, I can't let my mind wander like this..."
Chu Fan gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into his thigh, trying to force himself to calm down.
But in that instant, a familiar, piercing memory surged up from the depths of my heart—
Deep within my mind, images of another world surged forth like a tide:
On a sweltering summer night, the stench of blood permeated the mud-walled house.
He hid behind the woodshed and watched helplessly as his father was slashed down with a knife and his mother was beaten until she was covered in blood.
The drug dealer, his leather shoes stomping on the altar in his home, laughed and said, "What a meddlesome old dog."
He was only ten years old that year.
He was an orphan who grew up in a village in southwest China, near the border, where people made a living by drug trafficking for many years.
The death of his parents left a mark on his mind.
From that day on, he never played or laughed again, and he dared not think about words like "woman," "family," or "warmth."
He endured the harsh winters and scorching summers alone, gritting his teeth to study, train, and take the police academy entrance exam—with only one thought in mind: to catch drug dealers and avenge his parents.
He practically risked his life on drug trafficking routes, tracking, infiltrating, and arresting suspects, cracking case after case and becoming the most daring and ruthless person in the entire police force.
But because he was so reckless, he became a thorn in the side of drug dealers. He was struck in the abs by one of their drugs, and suddenly everything went black.
When he woke up again, he was Chu Fan.
He became the useless son-in-law of this family.
He became Shen Rulan's son-in-law, Song Zhiyao's husband, and Song Zhiyu's brother-in-law.