At the bottom of the dry well, those faces wrapped in bandages sent chills down your spine.
"You shouldn't have followed..."
"Go back."
Han Xiangxun's voice came from ahead, without a trace of warmth, colder than the damp, mossy stone walls of the well, like a shard of ice smashing into your heart.
You gripped the letter in your hand, the one you had crumpled and smoothed out repeatedly. Your throat ached, and the corners of your eyes reddened uncontrollably. "What else have you been hiding from me... Aunt Han? And who is Chu Qingquan?"
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't."
"Go back to your room."
She spun around abruptly, her brows knitted together, her tone heavy as a command. "This is not something you can get involved in."
"In your eyes, will I always be just the little heir of Heaven's Pier who never grew up?" You clutched Chu Qingquan's crumpled letter, your fingertips white from the pressure.
Han Xiangxun was silent. The wind at the bottom of the well, carrying a damp, chilling moisture, seeped into your collar, threatening to freeze your heart. In the end, she didn't answer your question. She just turned away, avoiding your reddened eyes, her voice losing its previous harshness but gaining a note of exhaustion. "Stop making a scene. Go back to your room quickly."
"I am a bitter soul; you should pity me." This phrase whipped through your mind repeatedly, like a poisoned thorn, stinging your already swollen eyes until tears welled up.
"Fine. I understand."
You didn't press further, didn't linger. When you turned, your steps were unsteady. The moss on the stone steps dampened the corner of your clothes, but you didn't notice—compared to the chill of the well, Han Xiangxun's evasive response made your heart feel even colder.
Back in your room, you threw yourself onto the bed, clutching desperately at the quilt sewn with red silk—fabric originally meant for Han Xiangxun to make herself clothes. You suddenly remembered when you were little and had a fever; Aunt Han would stay by the bed all night, wiping your forehead with a warm cloth over and over. You remembered Aunt Han chasing your bouncing, energetic self with a measuring tape. You remembered pretending to be sick to skip school and avoid medicine, but accidentally taking anesthetic powder and fainting on Aunt Han's bed for a whole day.
Thinking back, Aunt Han's bed was so soft and fragrant. You couldn't help but sigh... just as Uncle Tian said, "Even after you're cured, you'd still drool thinking about it."
How ridiculous it was in the end. The Aunt Han who always shielded you was now pushing you far away, refusing to give even an explanation.
The sky outside the window had changed. Wind whipped rain against the window paper, the rustling sound irritating your heart. You turned over, blew out the candle on the table, and finally couldn't hold back your tears. They fell, hitting the brocade quilt, leaving small, dark wet patches.
It wasn't that you insisted on involving yourself in the things Han Xiangxun kept from you. You were just afraid—afraid that the person Han Xiangxun always held in her heart was that dead man; afraid that your own sordid feelings would be exposed; afraid that one day, even the title "Aunt Han" would become a distant formality.
You let the tears flow silently. In your heart, you knew the invisible chasm between you had deepened again. At this thought, you couldn't help but stumble up, grab the strong liquor Brother Yi Dao had left with you, tear off the seal with trembling fingers, and pour the spicy liquid mixed with sourness down your throat. It made you cough uncontrollably, but your tears flowed even harder. Until the jar was empty, you lay on the bed, the wine jar blurring before your eyes, the sound of rain outside fading, only Aunt Han's words "Stop making a scene" echoing in your mind.
After who knows how long, the door was gently pushed open. Wind carrying a familiar scent of herbs, mixed with a chill, came in. You squinted, looked up, and actually grinned. You swayed as you tried to sit up, your voice drifting: "Aunt Han... why are you here? Didn't you tell me to... go back to my room?"
She walked over quickly, reached out to steady you. When her fingertips touched your burning wrist, she paused noticeably, her brow instantly furrowing: "Why did you drink so much?"
"I feel terrible..." You tried to stand, but your feet gave way and you fell straight into her arms. She hastily reached out to hold your waist. You crashed into her embrace, your nose brushing against the warmth of her lapels. The alcohol completely overwhelmed your reason. You actually grabbed her collar, buried your face in her neck and nuzzled, your voice muffled: "Why won't you tell me anything... Why do you always push me away... Do you only have that Chu guy in your eyes... What is your relationship with him..."
Han Xiangxun's body stiffened suddenly. The hand on your waist instantly tensed, veins bulging, then quickly relaxed a little. Her voice was hoarse: "You've had too much to drink. Do you know I am your..."
"I don't care who you are!" You looked up, your drunken, hazy eyes fixed on her lips. The alcohol made you forget all boundaries, and you leaned in to kiss her. She jerked her head away sharply, her pupils contracting. But you wouldn't let go. Your fingertips slid down her lapels.
"Get a hold of yourself," she tried to push you away, but you clung tightly to her hand, instead pressing closer into her embrace.
This subconscious movement of Han Xiangxun's made your eyes instantly redden. Tears fell like pearls, drop after drop, unstoppable. "Don't push me away anymore, Aunt Han."
She looked at your face, tear-streaked like a little kitten, at the letter crumpled again, at all your recent unusual behavior. Something seemed to tug at her heart, and suddenly, she understood.
In the end, she reached out and pulled your broken self into an embrace. She let out a long sigh, her voice filled with an inescapable helplessness: "Silly child, there's nothing between him and me. Stop crying, hmm?"
Right now, you could hear her heartbeat, slightly faster than usual, transmitted through the fabric, colliding with your own heartbeat, chaotic as the rain outside. You looked up and saw the tenderness in her eyes, but then feared that tenderness was just the pity of an elder for a child.
"What about me then? Aunt Han, I love you. It's the kind of love that wants to be closer to you, wants to be with you. Aunt Han, can you love me too, please..."
All the hurt and frustration surged up. As you spoke, you leaned in to kiss her. A wave of sadness rose in Han Xiangxun's eyes. It seemed she anticipated it, but this time she didn't move away. The hand on your waist slowly loosened its grip, instead gently cupping the back of your head. The restraint in her eyes was slowly cracking—those feelings hidden for years, bound by the identity of "foster mother," those unspeakable thoughts, the pain that lingered every time she thought of you tormenting yourself out of jealousy. The moment you made your feelings clear, this defense line completely collapsed.
The scent of herbs mixed with the smell of alcohol spread in your mouths. Han Xiangxun's response carried a hint of flustered uncertainty.
"Silly child..."
Her fingertip lightly touched her own chest.
"There's no one else here..."
Hearing the suppression in her throat, feeling her fingertips gripping your clothes as if struggling, yet holding you tighter in her embrace.
Heartbeats were as chaotic as knocked-over scrolls, but courage wildly grew. Although your mind was dizzy, your hand seemed to have a mind of its own, precisely grabbing the sash at Han Xiangxun's waist. With a slight pull, her red outer garment fell open, revealing the inner lining.
Your mischievous wrist was suddenly caught. The sash in your palm was taken away. The next second, that strip of fabric, still bearing her warmth, was looped around your own neck, loosely tied, making you look like a little beast wagging its tail, obediently waiting for its master's affection. You didn't even have the strength to struggle.
"Be good, don't move..." Her voice was laced with breath, landing on your ear, hot and numbing.
Before the words faded, her kiss covered you, as if pouring out all the emotions hidden over the years.
Mmm...!
You were claimed until you couldn't breathe, your chest heaving violently, a blush spreading across your cheeks. This flustered yet vulnerable appearance actually made her pause for a moment, stunned.
The next second, her kiss fell light as snow on your furrowed brows, gently smoothing away that panic, then sliding down to your crying-red nose tip, bringing a slight itch as it traveled downwards, finally landing on your slightly swollen lips. She held your upper lip, gently sucking, then moved to the lower one... Patient, like when she fed you milk as a child, always using the gentlest force, afraid you would choke... That familiar tenderness welled up, and your tense body slowly relaxed, gradually adapting to her rhythm.
The pressure of your locked lips deepened, carrying a burning heat, carefully tracing the shape of your lips and teeth. Each lingering touch felt like a whisper, kneading your fragmented gasps and heartbeats into this inseparable contact. Her tongue probed, pried open your teeth. The soft touch was like a feather lightly brushing the tip of your heart. Your breathing quickened. You felt entirely drawn into a warm, soft vortex, even your fingertips tingling with numbness.
You tried to imitate Aunt Han's way of responding, your tongue intertwining with hers in lingering entanglement. The ambiguous sound of wetness filled the air. Her breathing also quickened, and together you fell into deeper intimacy...
After who knows how long, she slowly released you. A thin, silken thread still connected your lips. Your cheeks burned, even your ears were completely red, as if they might bleed.
"Weren't you just quite bold? Why are you shy now, hmm?" As she spoke, she gently cupped your chin, her thumb tenderly wiping away the leftover moisture at the corner of your mouth. You only felt even more shame and hurriedly turned your head away.
She pulled you into her arms again, lightly kissing your burning earlobe. The kiss carried her cool, elegant fragrance, traveling down from your earlobe, across your neck, finally stopping at the hollow of your collarbone. Her fingertips deftly opened your sash. As the fabric slid down, her teeth gently nibbled and sucked on your delicate collarbone, leaving behind red marks of varying shades.
"Mm..." You couldn't help but moan.
Hurriedly lowering your eyes, you saw your inner garment's ties had been undone by her. The loose fabric slipped off your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.
"Mmm... Aunt Han... don't... don't look..." Shame instantly surged through you. Panicking, you grabbed the sash from your neck and tried to cover your eyes with it.
Han Xiangxun chuckled softly, her breath brushing your flushed ear: "Silly child..."
Darkness descended, senses amplified. Her lips left your collarbone, trailing down your chest. Her tongue flicked over your nipples, first one, then the other, circling each sensitive bud until they hardened under her attention. She sucked gently, then with more pressure, drawing moans from deep in your throat. Her hand roamed down your stomach, fingers tracing the muscles there, feeling them tense and jump under her touch.
"You're so responsive," she murmured against your skin.
Her hand traveled lower, finally wrapping around your cock. You gasped sharply—her touch was both shocking and incredibly arousing. She stroked slowly at first, learning the length and thickness of you, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that had already started leaking.
"So hard already," she observed, a note of pleased surprise in her voice. "You really want this, don't you? You've been wanting your Mommy Han, haven't you, baby?"
"Yes, Aunt Han," you gasped out. "I've wanted you for so long. Please, I need you..."
"Then you'll call me what I want to hear," she said, squeezing your cock firmly. "Call me Mommy Han when I'm fucking you. You belong to me, understand?"
"Y-yes, Mommy Han," you stammered, the name sending a jolt of arousal straight through you.
She increased the pace of her strokes, her grip firm and sure. Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing her touch. The pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in your belly.
"Not yet," she said, releasing you just as you approached the edge. You groaned in frustration, but she just smiled. "We have all night, my good boy. And Mommy's going to use every part of you."
She pushed you onto your back and straddled your face, positioning her dripping wet cunt directly above your mouth. At the same time, she lowered her head and took your cock into her mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming—her warm, wet mouth enveloping your cock, her tongue swirling around the head while the sight and smell and taste of her cunt filled your senses. You gripped her thighs and pulled her closer, your tongue diving into her folds, tasting her arousal, sweet and musky. She moaned around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. You licked and sucked at her clit, finding the rhythm that made her gasp and buck against your face.
"That's it, baby," she gasped, releasing your cock for a moment. "Eat Mommy's pussy like a good boy. Make me come on that talented tongue of yours."
You redoubled your efforts, fucking her with your tongue while your nose bumped against her clit. At the same time, she worked your cock with her hand and mouth, taking you deep into her throat, then releasing to lick along the shaft, her fingers cupping and gently massaging your balls. Pre-cum was leaking steadily from your cock, and she licked it all up greedily.
"Taste so good," she moaned. "Your cock tastes so good, baby. I'm going to make you come so many times tonight."
The dual stimulation was almost too much. Your hips thrust up into her mouth as you devoured her cunt, both of you lost in giving and receiving pleasure. You could feel her getting closer, her thighs tightening around your head, her moans growing louder and more desperate. You focused on her clit, sucking it gently while your tongue flicked rapidly.
"Fuck, yes, baby, just like that—I'm going to come—" She cried out, her body shuddering as she came hard on your face, her juices flooding your mouth. At the same time, she sucked you even deeper, and the combination of her climax and her mouth on your cock pushed you over the edge. You came with a groan, shooting your load into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every drop, then lifted off you, both of you gasping.
"That was..." you started, but couldn't find words.
She just smiled, kissed you deeply so you could taste yourself on her lips. "We're just getting started, baby. Mommy's not done with you yet."
She positioned herself beside you, then pulled you closer. "Roll over," she commanded. When you did, she straddled your chest, her perfect breasts hanging above your face. She took your cock in her hand and pressed it between her breasts, squeezing them together around your shaft.
"Oh fuck," you groaned as the soft, warm flesh enveloped you.
"That's it, baby," she purred, beginning to move up and down, her tits sliding along your cock. "Look at Mommy's tits fucking your cock. You like that, don't you? You like Mommy's tits on your dick."
"Yes, Mommy Han," you gasped. "Feels so good."
She leaned forward, letting her breasts envelop more of your cock, the head poking out at the top near her mouth. She flicked her tongue out to lick the tip every time it appeared, driving you crazy. Her movements grew faster, more urgent, her breath coming in gasps.
"Look at you," she moaned. "So hard for Mommy. So thick. I can feel your cock twitching between my tits. You want to come, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy, please—"
"Then come for Mommy. Cover my tits with your cum."
That was all it took. With a groan, you erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum between her breasts. Some splashed up onto her chin, some dripped down her stomach. She kept moving, milking every drop with her tits until you were completely spent.
She sat up, looking down at the mess on her chest with satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, scooping up some cum with her finger and licking it clean. "You taste so good. But we're not done yet."
She positioned herself over you, then guided your still-hard cock to her entrance. You felt the head press against her wet folds, then slowly, inch by inch, she sank down onto you. The heat and tightness were incredible—so much better than your own hand, so much more than you'd ever imagined. You gripped her hips as she took all of you inside her.
"Fuck, Mommy Han," you groaned. "You feel so good. So tight around my cock."
"That's right, baby," she moaned. "Mommy's pussy was made for your cock. You fill me up so perfectly."
She began to move, rising up and then sliding back down, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Her inner walls gripped you perfectly, squeezing you with every stroke. You thrust up to meet her, burying yourself as deep as possible. Her head fell back, moans falling from her lips. You reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between your fingers. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on your chest, and increased her pace.
"Whose pussy is this?" she demanded, riding you harder.
"Yours, Mommy Han," you gasped. "All yours."
"That's right. And whose cock is this?" She reached down and squeezed your balls, making you hiss.
"Yours, Mommy. My cock belongs to you. Everything I am belongs to you."
"Good boy," she purred. "Now fuck me. Fuck Mommy's pussy like you mean it."
The sight of her riding you, her body moving with such grace and power, was almost enough to make you come right there. But you held on, wanting to make this last. You sat up, wrapping your arms around her, and flipped her onto her back without breaking your connection. Now you were on top, your weight pressing her into the bed. You pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard. She cried out, wrapping her legs around your waist.
"Yes, like that," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy hard."
You did. You fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, each one driving you both closer to the edge. The sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room, along with her moans and your grunts.
"Tell me you're mine," she demanded, her nails digging into your back. "Tell me no one else will ever have this cock but me."
"No one else, Mommy," you groaned. "Only you. Always you. I've only ever wanted you."
"Fuck, yes," she cried. "You're mine, baby. My good boy. My perfect boy with his perfect cock."
You could feel her inner walls starting to flutter around you, signaling her approaching climax. You reached between your bodies and found her clit, rubbing tight circles as you kept thrusting.
"Come for me, Mommy Han," you growled in her ear. "I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeeze every drop out of me."
That pushed her over. She screamed, her body arching off the bed as her cunt clamped down on you in waves of contractions. The feeling of her climax triggered your own. You buried yourself deep and came with a roar, shooting your seed into her, feeling it pulse out of you in long, hot streams. You collapsed onto her, both of you breathing harshly, sweaty and satisfied.
"Mine," she whispered, holding you tight. "All mine."
After a short rest, she pushed you onto your back again and straddled you, this time facing you. Your cock, still semi-hard, twitched at the sight of her. She reached down and guided you inside her again, both of you moaning at the sensation. Then she began to ride you, setting a fast, bouncing pace. Her breasts bounced in front of your face, and you leaned up to suck them, taking each nipple into your mouth as she fucked herself on your cock.
"God, yes," she panted. "Suck Mommy's tits while she rides your cock. You love Mommy's tits, don't you?"
"Love them, Mommy," you mumbled around her nipple. "Love everything about you."
She rode you harder, faster, her movements growing more desperate, more frantic. You could feel your cock hitting deep inside her with every bounce. You reached down and grabbed her hips, helping her, guiding her.
"This pussy is yours, baby," she moaned. "Only yours. Say it."
"Your pussy is mine, Mommy," you groaned. "Only mine. No one else will ever have you."
"That's right," she cried. "I'm yours, and you're mine. We belong to each other."
She came with a cry, her body shuddering above you. You were close again too, and with a few more thrusts up into her, you came again, pumping more cum into her already-filled cunt.
She turned over, getting on her hands and knees, presenting herself to you. Her ass was perfect, round and firm. You positioned yourself behind her and pushed into her wet, waiting cunt from behind. She moaned, pushing back against you immediately.
"Yes, fuck me like this, baby," she begged. "Fuck Mommy from behind. Own this pussy."
This angle was incredible—you could see your cock sliding in and out of her, coated with your combined juices. You grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, fast, each stroke driving deep. She braced herself on the bed, her moans turning into screams of pleasure.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder, baby. Spank Mommy while you fuck her."
You delivered a sharp slap to her ass cheek, leaving a red mark. She cried out in pleasure, pushing back harder against you. You spanked her again, then again, each slap making her clench around you.
"You like that, Mommy?" you growled. "You like my cock in your pussy and my hand on your ass?"
"Yes, baby, yes! Fuck, you're so deep! You're going to make me come again!"
You reached around and found her clit, rubbing it as you fucked her from behind. It only took a few strokes before she was coming again, her cunt milking your cock. You kept thrusting through her climax, chasing your own. When you came, you pulled out and shot your load across her ass and back, watching the white streaks paint her skin.
"That's for you, Mommy," you gasped. "All for you."
She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. You lay beside her, catching your breath. After a moment, she turned to you, a wicked gleam in her eye.
"I want you inside me here," she said, reaching back and touching her asshole. "I want your cock in my ass, baby. I want to feel you claim every part of me."
Your cock, despite just coming, immediately hardened again at the thought. "Are you sure, Mommy?"
"I'm sure. I want all of you. I want to feel you in my ass, filling me up. You're mine, and I want every inch of you inside me."
You retrieved the vial of oil she kept on her nightstand and coated your fingers generously. You started with one finger, gently circling her tight entrance before slowly pushing inside. She gasped but nodded for you to continue. You worked your finger in and out, adding a second when she relaxed. She moaned, pushing back against your fingers.
"More, baby," she begged. "Stretch Mommy's ass. Get it ready for your big cock."
When you added a third, stretching her, she was panting with need. "Now," she demanded. "Put your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass, baby. Claim every part of me."
You positioned yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock pressing against her tight hole. Slowly, carefully, you pushed inside. The tightness was incredible—even more intense than her cunt. She cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure, not pain.
"Fuck, Mommy, you're so tight," you groaned.
"Yes, baby, yes! All the way. Put it all the way in my ass. Fill me up."
You pushed deeper, inch by inch, until you were fully buried in her ass. The feeling of her tight hole gripping your cock was almost indescribable.
"Whose ass is this?" you demanded, grabbing her hips.
"Yours, baby," she moaned. "My ass is yours. Every part of me belongs to you."
"Good. Now I'm going to fuck it. I'm going to fuck your ass until you come again, Mommy."
You began to thrust, slowly at first, letting her adjust. But soon the pleasure took over and you were fucking her harder, faster, your cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit as you fucked her, both of you chasing that peak.
"Yes, baby, fuck my ass," she cried. "Fuck Mommy's ass with that big cock. Make me come on your cock in my ass."
You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your balls growing unbearable. "I'm going to come, Mommy. I'm going to fill your ass with my cum."
"Do it, baby," she begged. "Come in my ass. Fill me up. Mark me as yours."
That was all the encouragement you needed. You thrust deep one last time and came, shooting your load into her ass, feeling it pulse out of you in long, hot streams. At the same time, she cried out, her body shuddering as she came on her own fingers, her ass clenching around your cock as you both rode out your climaxes.
You collapsed beside her, both of you utterly spent. For a long moment, neither of you moved, just breathing together in the aftermath.
Then she turned to you, pulling you into her arms. You went willingly, burying your face in her neck.
"Are you okay, baby?" she asked softly, her hand stroking your back.
"More than okay," you murmured. "That was incredible, Mommy."
She chuckled, the sound vibrating against your cheek. "You did so well, my good boy. So well. I'm so proud of you."
You lay there, wrapped in each other, as the sweat cooled on your skin. She reached for a cloth and gently cleaned you up, then pulled the blanket over both of you. You snuggled closer, your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.
"I love you, Mommy Han," you whispered.
"I love you too, my silly child," she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're mine now. Forever."
"Forever," you agreed. "I never want to be anywhere else."
She held you tighter, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "You're my good boy. My perfect boy. And I'm going to take such good care of you."
You felt safe and loved in her arms, more than you ever had before. The rain had stopped outside, and the world felt peaceful. You drifted off to sleep, still wrapped around each other.
...
In the evening, you were sticking close to Aunt Han without leaving her side, helping her work in the kitchen. Every movement reminded you of the night before—the ache in your back, the tenderness in certain places, the marks she'd left on your skin. But you didn't mind. You welcomed every reminder.
Yi Dao strode in forcefully: "Oh, little rascal, busy with Aunt Han?"
He changed the subject: "Where's that jar of liquor I left in your room before?"
"Where did you hide it?"
Earlier, he'd seen your door open, went in to look around, didn't see you, and the liquor was also gone.
"Hey, hehe... Brother Dao, that liquor of yours... how about I trade you some Parting Tears for it?"
"Did I hear that right? When did this little whelp become so generous?"
"It's only right, no worries. After all, you can't get any from Aunt Han anyway. Right, Aunt Han?"
Han Xiangxun only gave you a faint glance and didn't respond, but you caught the slight smile at the corner of her lips.
"Aiya, Brother Dao, just go pick any jar from the cellar, put it on my tab."
"Got it. Rare to see the little whelp being straightforward for once." Yi Dao laughed, turned, and walked briskly towards the wine cellar.
You stared at the dish bubbling in the pot, secretly rubbing your aching lower back. You wanted to help Aunt Han pass a bowl, but your whole body was limp and weak; even raising your hand felt difficult.
"I'll do it. Go wait at the table. It'll be ready soon." Aunt Han's voice was softer than usual, and she shot you a look that was full of meaning—tenderness, possession, promise.
At the dinner table, before Yi Dao returned, Han Xiangxun spoke: "Does Yi Dao often go to your place? From now on, just come stay in my room."
Your eyes instantly lit up.
She added: "Also, your bed is too hard. It's not good for your back." The way she said it, you knew she meant more than just sleeping.
"Okay, I understand, Mommy Han." This time you said it deliberately, quietly, just for her.
Her eyes softened, and she reached under the table to squeeze your thigh. "Good boy."
You curved the corners of your mouth, smiling especially sweetly, knowing that tonight, and every night after, you would be exactly where you belonged—in her arms, in her bed, hers completely.