Somewhat shyly, under the dim moonlight, she examined her own body.
Those tender pink nipples, never touched by anyone else, had become swollen and red from her father-in-law's kneading.
Now exposed to the air, Li Jiaojiao couldn't help but gasp as she recalled the terrifying scene from earlier.
Her whole body tensed up, her face burning hot with embarrassment, yet a strange sensation quietly rose from deep within her, only to vanish in an instant.
Covering her breasts in shame, the delicate beauty felt her little hole twitch unnaturally a few times, startling her into frozen stillness.
She quickly hid under the covers! But lying there, listening to the pounding of her own heartbeat, she found it impossible to calm down.
Her entire body felt unbearably hot, especially her lower half, which kept trembling and faintly leaking liquid.
Biting her soft pink lips, the beauty couldn't resist temptation any longer.
She stealthily moved her fingers downward, her slender jade-like fingers gently rubbing the plump, bun-like little slit.
The silence around her made her own heartbeat and breathing seem extremly loud.
Dazed and muddled, her delicate fingers carefully kneaded the restless, twitching hole inch by inch. Closing her eyes, she silently defiled her own little pussy.
It felt as if she had found a sliver of release, her body growing lighter.
After all, she was a grown woman, unlike Liu Dagen. On long nights, she sometimes sought ways to relieve herself, just like now.
For some reason, being molested by her father-in-law had stirred up her desires, leaving her feeling like she'd gone bad.
Now, she was using her fingers to comfort her own hollow, empty heart.
Soon, the highly sensitive beauty's waist tightened, followed by a light, euphoric sensation.
A wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body.
Her milky-white thighs clamped around her own hand, her calves tensing tightly, her grape-like toes curling involuntarily.
With her delicate face tilted upward, she panted silently, her cheeks flushed as she released a gush of lewd fluid.
Her body went limp as if drained of strength, collapsing onto the bed before she slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, as usual, Liu Dagen woke up early.
Rubbing his eyes groggily, the burly man, who bore a strong resemblance to his father, quickly got up to dress, planning to have some porridge before heading to the fields.
But as soon as he rose, he caught sight of the small figure bundled under the blankets on the kang. Dagen couldn't help but swallow hard.
Like all farmers, Dagen wasn't indifferent to the idea of a wife, children, and a warm bed.
On the contrary, he longed for a woman more than anyone else, eager to have a wife and raise a few little ones.
Only later did he realize he wasn't like other men. Though he had that thing between his legs, it was utterly useless.
Despite his wife being fair-skinned and tender, her eyes always glistening seductively, her skin as soft as fresh tofu, he couldn't get it up.
Thanks to his father's connections, he had managed to marry such a pretty little wife, but Liu Dagen was incapable of doing the deed.
Pretending he wasn't upset would be a lie. So, from the start, he had planned to fool her with his fingers and leave it at that.
Surprisingly, he had succeeded a few times, until he was finally caught red-handed.
Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but feel ashamed. With a soft sigh, he dismissed the thought of kissing his little wife and walked out instead.
"Dagen, yesterday at Aunt Zhang's place, I saw her eldest grandson. Do you have any thoughts?"
The Liu family's dining table was set near the kitchen. Seeing her son awake, Madam Liu hurriedly served him porridge.
Noticing that her husband had gone out early and her daughter-in-law was still asleep, she glanced furtively at the curtain of their room and whispered her question.
"W-what thoughts?"
Unlike Li Jiaojiao, Liu Dagen was a man with a guilty conscience. Hearing his mother's words, his heart trembled, and his speech faltered.