Auntie's Breasts Feel So Soft
Liu Zichu had no idea how long he'd been running. He just felt like his stamina this time was bottomless, and he only stopped when hunger finally hit him hard.
These past few days had been paradise for Liu Zichu. Up on that mountain for half a year, life hadn't been fit for humans—he'd survived on veggies he'd planted himself and wild weeds he'd dug up. Only when a dumb bird blundered into his crude trap did he get a taste of meat.
Now in Chun Xue Cheng, he could eat whatever he wanted. Pure bliss.
He found a spot outside, scarfed down a hearty meal, then got a serving of lotus seed soup to go for his auntie.
Though she'd said she didn't need breakfast, it didn't matter if she ate it or not—what counted was showing the gesture. No chance to build favor could be wasted.
As Liu Zichu tiptoed upstairs with the packed soup, his heart fluttered a bit. This was the first time he'd dared come up here.
Ling Ru had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, but the footsteps made her open her eyes. Her fine brows furrowed slightly, her gaze icy. Daring to barge into my room?
Then came the knock.
"Auntie, I brought you breakfast."
Ling Ru's brow stayed creased as she pondered his intentions. "Come in."
Liu Zichu pumped his fist excitedly at the door. At least she was letting him in!
The rooms were all laid out similarly. He spotted his auntie in her rose-red gauze skirt, sitting on the bed, and on the table ahead, an opened paper bag that had been manually resealed—the green plum fruit he'd bought her yesterday. She'd brought it back? No clue if she'd tried it; that stuff was sour.
Liu Zichu grinned, holding up the box. "Didn't know what you'd like, Auntie, so I got lotus seed soup. Eat it while it's hot?"
Ling Ru just stared into his eyes. "I don't need food."
For some reason, a thought bubbled up in Liu Zichu's mind: Didn't you swallow my cum before? How's that not eating?
But he didn't dare say it. "Auntie, but... I already brought it back. Don't worry, no poison."
"I don't need it. You can go."
Ling Ru closed her eyes again, ignoring him.
Liu Zichu grimaced, backing out dejectedly and shutting the door.
Auntie really doesn't eat anything? he wondered oddly.
Thinking back, he hadn't seen her eat once these past days. Was this the legendary inedia?
Hiss... Auntie's a grandmaster at inedia?
What realm was inedia again?
Liu Zichu was a bit lost. He knew this world had cultivators—like his auntie—and the Liu family guards had plenty too. But the power rankings? Still fuzzy.
"Still... if it's inedia..."
Inedia meant no food, no grains. So Auntie was basically...
Sudden realization hit Liu Zichu. No wonder her ass got creampied the most—clean as could be...
By that logic, other female cultivators in inedia... their asses more popular with men too???
Liu Zichu slapped his face. What kinda nonsense am I thinking?
Auntie wouldn't drink the soup? Fine, he'd have it.
Ling Ru stayed in her room all day. Liu Zichu headed out too, not back till deep night.
As midnight struck and the watchman's drum echoed, Ling Ru opened her eyes. Liu Zichu still wasn't back.
Yesterday, he'd stayed out because of her pill-taking—avoiding suspicion. But today?
Then she chided herself: Why do I care if he comes back?
Footsteps sounded below—light, sneaky, trying not to make noise.
But Ling Ru was a cultivator; her hearing was sharp.
No lamp lit; she saw fine in the dark.
Liu Zichu crept up the stairs lantern in hand, terrified of waking Auntie.
Turning to his room on the second floor, his peripheral caught a figure at the top of the next flight.
Dead of night, pitch black, a silent red silhouette. Nearly scared him to death.
"Whoa—Auntie... did I wake you?" Liu Zichu said, a bit speechless.
Ling Ru gazed down at him. "Where were you?"
Liu Zichu's face flushed; he looked away, embarrassed. But no dodging—her question meant favor drop if unanswered.
Steeling himself: "Went... to Li Chun Yuan... and Jin Mei Lou..."
Ling Ru: "..."
Chun Xue Cheng's two biggest brothels.
So after her morning blowjob, he'd lost it and whored till late—at both?
A twinge of disappointment. Liu Zichu was Liu Zichu after all—lecherous to the core.
But she let it go quick. Men weren't exactly saints; why open a brothel otherwise?
Just a flicker of hope crushed. That's all.
Ling Ru said nothing, turning to leave.
"Auntie, it's not what you think!"
Liu Zichu panicked, calling out. As he spoke, he'd eyed her panel—favor plunged from 6 to -1, -2, -3, -4...
Shit, can't take this! Auntie'd totally misunderstood.
"Auntie, hear me out." He rushed up, wanting to talk close.
"Didn't you say three days till the brothel staff arrives? Figured I'd scout the other brothels in town, prep ahead."
He stopped two meters away, not daring closer. "Auntie, I swear, didn't go in. Just watched from outside."
Ling Ru paused, then: "What did you see?"
"Tough to say."
He eyed the panel—favor stuck at -6, no worse.
Feigning difficulty: "Layout and decor? Easy, copy 'em. Services? I get the gist. But drawing customers? Big issue. Our spot's trash."
Ling Ru eyed his troubled look. "Your plan?"
Liu Zichu thought, serious: "Not solid yet, but ideas brewing. Two days left—I'll scout more tomorrow, figure something."
He explained his day's haul to Ling Ru.
At first, he'd thought: staff sorted by Auntie, so open for business once they arrived.
Then reality hit—he had no clue how to run a brothel. College didn't cover that.
So, check the competition.
That sparked original owner's memories.
That scumbag hit brothels constantly, carousing with rich heirs in Wei Qing Cheng's flower houses. Explains his brothel fixation.
Memories gave Liu Zichu a crash course: layouts, games, services. Like TV/novels, but real.
Side effect? Felt the original's thrills—soft girls in arms, heads bobbing on his cock, asses up for pounding and spanking.
Liu Zichu's dick hardened enviously. Torment—the memories teased without delivery, leaving him fired up.
Then, customers.
Who'd whore in this godforsaken spot? Beilu Street was a ghost town at night.
So he staked out Li Chun Yuan and Jin Mei Lou. No entry—just the tea stall outside. Bribed with tea cash, watched all day.
Customer types by dress and vibe. Traffic by hour. Peak times by class...
Market research, Liu Zichu-style. Better than blind.
Till stalls closed, yawning, he dragged home—mulling data, profiling their crowds.
"See, Auntie, Li Chun Yuan and Jin Mei Lou are Chun Xue Cheng's top dogs. Customers? Rich heirs, suave scholars—moneyed types."
"My take: they demand top-shelf girls. To poach 'em, we need quality and hype. Got a lead there, not fleshed out."
"But they take commoners and merchants too—high-end and low. Different treatment, sure."
He pondered: "Wei Qing Cheng's upscale—no commoners. Dunno their low-end perks, but I can guess. That's our poach pool."
"Smaller spots? Haven't checked, but town's small. Big two hog the elites. Rest get mid-to-low, leaning bottom—commoners."
"So, maybe snag clients from the small fries. Scout more tomorrow..."
Liu Zichu rambled—sharing with Ling Ru, self-analyzing.
Ling Ru stood silent, back turned, listening.
Liu Zichu realized: modern lingo, analysis beyond "him." Morning suspicion dodged—too sharp again?
Embarrassed, he trailed off, scratching head, heart pounding.
Night eerily still—bugs chirping, lantern flickering.
Silence. Then Ling Ru's cool voice: "All your own thoughts?"
Liu Zichu blinked, craving her face but scared. Panel: favor back to 6 from -6.
Relief. Phrasing carefully: "Yeah. Been to so many brothels, only thing I know."
Too right. Recalling original's debauchery—bountiful tits swaying, soul-melting bliss. Dick throbbed, unsated.
Crotch stiffened uncontrollably, body heating. Battle-hardened cock strained toward Ling Ru. Moonlit rose-red skirt alluring; her back hypnotic. Hands recalled whores' softness.
Liu Zichu shut eyes, shook head—useless. Her beauty, morning mouth-memory... cock swelled harder.
Gonna die!!!
Panic, heart racing, hands clamping dick—but breaths grew ragged.
Ling Ru still faced away, mid-turn to room.
Dead quiet, she heard his gasps, heartbeat. Silent.
Liu Zichu just wanted out—even a solo tug.
"Some business sense from your father, then."
Her cool murmur, like musing. Surprised—this from the slag? He'd changed.
Liu patriarch built empire from trade; talent not odd. Basics, really.
She glanced out the moonlit window. If old Liu Zichu showed any commerce spark, family'd groomed him.
Different outcome?
Didn't care for him—but her sister did. Sister's heartbreak at his "death"...
Soft sigh. Main reason for the chance: if he truly changed, self-reliant... sister'd rest easier.
Her moon-gazing silhouette stoked Liu Zichu's heat. Skirt-hid curves recalled her nude glory—nosebleed blackout, but etched vivid.
Atmosphere unbearable. Hands on bulging pants, swallow. "Gonna head back," he thought—but words stuck, urge surging.
Dick craved not hand—her pussy. Original wanted to fuck blood-aunt; now he did too, post-stats.
Favor under 10? Pipe dream. Even blowjob redux risky—pummeling likely.
But lust peaked—psych and phys screaming for her back.
Cock ached to hike her leg, plunge in. Odds abysmal; favor crash probable.
Worst case, another beating?
"Auntie..."
Heavy breaths. Ling Ru no reply, no move.
Fists clenched: "Auntie... can I hug you?"
Heart thundered, eyes hopeful-fearful on her back. Boldest ask—even original-hate made it excessive.
Ling Ru: "..."
No words, no motion, no emotion.
Silence. Liu Zichu panted, waiting—accept or not, fine. But nothing.
Liu Zichu: "..."
System, scan Auntie's mind? Panel stared; system knew her fuck-history.
No response.
But no favor drop on "hug"—no disgust?
No hate, yes, no, no leave...
Fists tight, test-step. No reaction.
Step two, three, four...
Fifth: behind her. Bulging crotch to her plump ass outline. No turn, no flee—obvious.
No yes, no no.
Got it. Heart leaping, cock vein-popping. Breaths steadying—fail. Her body cock-length away.
Trembling hands up, nostrils heating—nosebleed incoming?
Arms round front to belly, pressing rose-red gauze. Hugged auntie from back. Palm-sensation short-circuited brain.
Hands on belly, not tight—cock'd jab ass.
But... no resistance. Permitting.
Test: body to her back. Pants grazed skirt. Arms tightened gradual, cock pressing skirt down—tip met soft.
Soft intensified. Hugged closer—back to chest near, cock slid up ass-elasticity.
Fully embraced, heart hammered her back. Cock glued to small of back thru cloth. She felt it.
Warm jade in arms, scent intoxicating. Hair trailed shoulder, fragrance teasing nose—cock twitched eager. Want to bury in her...
Hands gripped harder, mashing bodies. Bliss. Hair/body perfume; belly-hands twitched, instinct-upward.
Body screamed for tits—his and original's dream, knead auntie's rack.
Don't reject. Silence good—even favor hit worth it.
Hands hit soft mound. Swallow. Palm tilt up—cleavage arc under collar. Gauze-silk + tit-soft nearly blew load on back.
Palms peaked tits. Fingers quivered, light grope dented soft.
So soft!!! Auntie's tits—I'm groping them!!!
Eyes wide, fingers dug—craving more.
Gauze sheer, collar gaped to deep cleavage.
Palm grazed smooth titflesh. No bra—undergarment? None. Confirmed morning nude-flash knockout.
"Mm~"
Couldn't cup fully, but squeeze dimpled snow-white. Ling Ru soft moan; nipple hardened thru thin cloth.
Nipple... Auntie's nipple...
Excitement wordless. Knead up-down, nipple skating palm. Fingers sank plush—ineffable heaven.
Thrilled, he ground cock on back thru pants. Not enough—hands to collar, aiming cleavage-dive, bare tit-palm.
"Hugged enough?"
At lust zenith—skirt-lift urge—cool voice doused him.
Hands froze on tits, reluctant.
"Enough? Rest."
Flat tone, emotionless. Nephew-hug, tit-grope, cock-grind? Non-issue.
Liu Zichu dazed—hated ending. But she shifted—tits shoved hands away, broke free. Door-bound, silent.
He posed tit-hug, watched her enter, door shut.
Grin, deep breaths. Hands, then crotch-bulge.
"Auntie's tits... so soft..."
Room lit, bedded. Bittersweet.
Palms relished tit-soft. Shirt on, pants off—thick cock rampant, tip drooling.
Stared hands, right gripped shaft, stroked.
Such beauty—pussy/ass thousand-fucked, cum-shot myriad—yet he jerked? Sad irony.
But... tits so soft...
Recalled tit-plush, blowjob bliss—manic strokes. Lewd haze peaked: cock ballooned, quaked, ropes arced ceiling.
Eyes rolled bliss, fantasy: creampie-ing pussy, her riding moaning, tits jiggling climax, then cuddly sleep.