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Chapter 6 Part 2 Guesthouse Banquet
Her face burst crimson. She opened her mouth, lips trembling yet only hard, deflecting words emerged:
"Come eat, brat."
She left quickly.
Qi hurried to wash up.
At the sink, toothbrush in mouth, the memory of nearly suffocating replayed. Shocking, terrifying... yet somewhere within it, he extracted a shred of pleasure.
The realization staggered him. "Wasn't that bondage-like torture? And I felt joy? Do I have a masochistic streak? Am I... perverted?"
The thought sickened him. Combined with toothpaste, he gagged, retching over the basin.
She appeared again at the doorway, voice cold:
"So kissing Aunt made you feel sick, did it?"
Startled, Qi gulped down mouthwash by accident, doubling over choking and retching harder. Behind him her laughter pealed, manic and merciless.
At breakfast, she sat in a tight top and shorts, legs crossed, posture languid yet provocative. Her breasts, firm and massive, stretched taut against fabric, nipples visibly pressing points at the tip. Her waist slim, hips broad, thighs glowing pale, thick; clamped and crossed, they outlined the curve of her bulging mound beneath panties.
Qi's heart pounded. She was absolutely flaunting herself deliberately. Nervously, he kept his head bowed, chewing bread.
She sucked at her straw of milk playfully, staring steadily at him.
Then spoke:
"So what will you do next? Drug me and force me? Hide a camera in the bathroom and threaten me? Hire some thugs? Or just wave cash?"
Qi gaped. He couldn't comprehend her words.
"You read quite a number of novels, haven't you? Those are all plots from them. So tell me what other schemes will you use to get me?"
Her tone turned mocking as she leaned closer, tilting her head, long neck bared, daring him.
Qi exploded in laughter, choking on his bread. Mouthful sprayed out across the table.
She dodged swiftly, or else might have been splattered.
Still laughing, Qi gasped:
"Ha! I knew it! Auntie, you've been browsing filthy novels on porn sites... you even like incest stories!"
Her face flushed crimson.
Yet she put on a serious front, growling:
"So what if I do? I'm grown. I have self-control. Can't I look at what I want?"
Struggling down his laughter, Qi straightened, speaking clearly:
"I swear on my life I've never once done any of that. If I'm lying, may I be a dog."
Her eyes widened, incredulous. "Then how did you know phrases like those?"
Calmly, he rattled off:
"I've got classmates. Some are boys. Some are precocious. Some of the precocious have mother-complexes. Some with mother-complexes like the internet. Some of them roam around spreading stuff. Naturally, I'd eventually hear..."
He spilled the chain of logic all in one breath.
She blinked, stunned speechless. But soon eye met eye. They both broke into grudging chuckles. The heavy awkwardness of earlier seemed to melt away like mist in the morning.
After breakfast, Qi sat cross-legged in the living room to practice the Taoist breathing exercises taught by Pingshan.
Aunt lounged on the sofa, watching with boredom until she rose to return to her room.
"Aunt, what are you going back for?" Qi asked absently.
"Since yesterday, I've been pissed. Heading back to finger myself," she replied casually, like stating the day's weather.
His brain short-circuited.
She smirked at his stunned look. "Want to watch? Go ahead... but don't get in the way, or I'll kill you."
She walked away. Didn't even close the door.
Minutes later Qi heard moans.
"Ahh... ahhh... mmm..."
His body burned.
"Can it be true? Is she actually... or is she just teasing, baiting me, waiting to punish?"
But focusing on breath, his agitation diminished. The Taoist practice indeed tempered desire.
After a long chorus of breathing, the moans faded. The bed creaked. Then only deep gasps remained.
Soon she reappeared cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, eyes wet.
She smiled faintly:
"See? This is how a woman looks after climax. Now I'm sleeping again. Wake me at eleven. I'll go shop and cook."
Then she shut her door.
A moment later it reopened. Fierce eyes glared.
"And while I sleep don't you dare try tricks. Or I'll kill you."
Her threat was unmistakably real.
Evening approached. She remembered matters at work, needing to pass notes to colleagues. She dragged Qi along.
She worked at the municipal Bureau of Culture, managing communal recreation. Much was paperwork now assigning tasks, scheduling dance teams.
But she still went to coordinate with mid-level staff.
Driving in, she noticed a familiar car his father's official sedan parked at the government guesthouse next door.
Qi followed her inside to her office for a few minutes of talk. When she emerged, the car was still there.
"Come," she grinned. "Let's find your father. Maybe scrounge a nice dinner."
"How do you know he won't just come home?"
"Still here after dark in the guesthouse? Foolish question. Clearly, it's a banquet." Aunt gave a playful squint.
Qi agreed eagerly since they hadn't bought groceries, they'd otherwise have no dinner at all.
Both slipped through the interconnected back halls linking the government buildings.
As they passed one room, unmistakable sounds leaked through the door. Groans. Slaps.
Qi blushed furiously.
But Aunt only scoffed, muttering, "Pathetic. So eager they can't wait till night."
Yet suddenly a male voice rang out within.
Both froze.
That voice they knew it well.
"Father?" Qi whispered, stunned.
It seemed obvious now, remembering what he'd once witnessed in Father's office.
But Aunt... her face stiffened, pale in disbelief.
They looked at one another.
Without a word, nephew and aunt shared the same impulse both leaned in, choosing to spy.
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