Identity Exposed?
Ling Ru frowned. Why was Liu Zichu here? Hadn't he gone to the brothel? Wait, that was just her assumption. So had Liu Zichu leaned against this wall and slept the whole night? What was he doing sleeping out here?
Ling Ru couldn't quite figure out Liu Zichu's moves. Then she remembered—he'd said yesterday that he was leaving to avoid suspicion, so he wouldn't come back at night. And he really hadn't. Instead, he'd slept out here by the door all night?
Ling Ru was stunned. Was this something that arrogant scum Liu Zichu could pull off?
Her eyes turned icy as she snapped, "Liu Zichu!"
Liu Zichu jolted awake, eyes flying open. He looked around in a daze. "Who... who called me?"
Then he saw his aunt, her face frosted with chill, and all his sleepiness vanished in an instant.
"Auntie! Good morning, Auntie!"
His heart was pounding with guilt. The plan had been perfect, but who knew if it would actually work? What if she was still mad? That icy expression on her face—shit, was he in real trouble now?
Liu Zichu's face stiffened, but Ling Ru noticed the dewdrops still clinging to his hair tips, the bruises on his cheeks not yet faded.
Those bruises on his cheeks—from when he'd flashed his wealth buying medicine for her and gotten jumped by robbers.
Ling Ru: "……"
For some reason, her heart softened. Her voice gentled as she said, "What are you doing out here?"
Liu Zichu grinned through the pain he'd only just noticed on his face after waking up. Had those two punches yesterday been a bit too hard? "Auntie, I told you—I was afraid you'd misunderstand, so I didn't dare come back in."
At that, his eyes lit up as he remembered the pill. The words tumbled out: "Auntie, how was that pill of mine? Did it..."
But as he spoke, he caught sight of Ling Ru bathed in the dawn light. The faint rays gilded her rose-red water silk dress with threads of gold.
Liu Zichu couldn't help but stare, blurting out, "Auntie, you're so beautiful. Even more than yesterday."
Then his cock surged to full erection down below, rock-hard. Morning wood from a guy.
But Liu Zichu freaked out. Holy shit, he thought, my little brother down there just stabbed me in the back. Why the hell now of all times?
He hurriedly tried to cover the bulge in his pants, shooting a terrified glance at Ling Ru. He was scared shitless she'd blow up again.
But Ling Ru just watched him silently. His praise for her beauty left her unmoved. Even his raging hard-on didn't faze her much. She was studying his face, every detail, hunting for proof he was faking it.
Then she said, "Even if you didn't come back, you could've stayed at another inn. Why sleep on the street?"
Liu Zichu pulled a miserable face. "I asked around—the cheapest inn charges a whole tael of silver for one night. Felt too pricey. I couldn't bring myself to spend it."
He really couldn't. He had less than 120 taels on him—not even enough to open a brothel—and some inn wanted a full tael? The nerve.
So he'd figured he could use this chance to farm some more favor with Auntie anyway.
You could never farm too much goodwill. That's why he'd hunkered down here to sleep.
Suddenly, Liu Zichu wrinkled his nose, mouth gaping wide. "Achoo!" A massive sneeze exploded out.
The force tugged at the bruises on his face and nose, making him yelp in pain, teeth gritted. "Ow, ow, ow..."
Ling Ru took it all in. Even when he said he couldn't bear to spend a tael on an inn, her heart inexplicably fluttered with a pang of sympathy.
It made no sense. Why feel sorry for this scumbag nephew?
"Ah, fuck, almost caught a chill." Liu Zichu rubbed his nose and quickly said to Ling Ru, "Auntie, it's cold out this morning. You should head inside. What do you want for breakfast? I'll grab something and bring it back."
He said it while hunching over—his morning wood wasn't going down easy, especially not with a fairy-like auntie right there, her plump breasts half-exposed. It was pure torture.
Come to think of it, why hadn't he noticed how stunning she was the past few days? She was beautiful then too, but today she was on another level.
Was it that pill of his?
Excitement bubbled up inside him. If so, his favor-farming plan had worked. One step closer to fucking Auntie, plunging his cock into her tight pussy.
His dick throbbed even harder.
Liu Zichu: "……"
He wanted to slap himself. What the hell am I thinking?
That flicker of lust in his eyes didn't escape Ling Ru—she'd been watching him like a hawk. When he looked at her, raw desire flashed clear as day, proven by the twitch in his pants.
She let out a breath. Whatever. It didn't matter.
The old Liu Zichu would've shown his lust for her in the grossest ways—fucking a maid nearby, then pulling out to jerk off at her, or groping her tits out of nowhere. A lawless piece of trash.
But now? He still wanted to fuck her, sure, but he was hiding it. Even embarrassed about it.
Liu Zichu, embarrassed about wanting to fuck a woman? Impossible.
Ling Ru said lightly, "I don't need breakfast. Handle your business, then come find me."
With that, she turned and went back inside, leaving Liu Zichu standing there in a daze. Then joy exploded in his heart.
Clearly, the favor had gone up. Why else would her attitude shift so much?
Forget breakfast—Liu Zichu scurried after her. "Auntie, I got nothing to handle. Whatever you need, just say the word. I'll take care of it all."
He was striking while the iron was hot. But right there in front of him, her ass strained against that water silk dress—plump, round, perky. The thought hit him unbidden: This ass has been held by seven men, creampied 6,775 times...
Slap! Liu Zichu smacked his own face. Shit, now his cock was even harder.
Hearing the sound, Ling Ru glanced back, lips parting slightly in curiosity at what he was doing.
Up close like this, her beauty was overwhelming—those half-bared tits so soft and smooth. Those huge breasts had titfucked men's cocks 481 times, milking out 395 loads of cum.
Auntie on her knees, cradling her tits around a cock, rubbing until it blasted cum across her gorgeous face. Would she catch it with her mouth?
Liu Zichu sucked in a sharp breath. Glancing at her lips sparked the thought—and he looked. Those alluring red lips had wrapped around seven men's cocks, swallowing 4,116 loads.
So much cum—did she gulp it all down?
He was doomed. Staring at her panel data yesterday had burned it into his brain. Now it was reflex: her pussy creampied 5,341 times...
His mind flooded with imagined scenes of her getting filled. They flashed like a carousel, his cock straining to burst his pants.
Ling Ru's gaze turned frigid again, boring into him. She didn't know his secret, but his ragged breathing and hunched posture screamed it—he was hiding that erection.
Her heart chilled. This scum really couldn't hold back, could he? She was his aunt, for fuck's sake.
Before she could dwell, Liu Zichu shouted, "Sorry, Auntie! I... I'll go grab some breakfast first!"
He bolted, hunched over. No choice—her perfect curves, those lewd stats etched in his memory. Who could resist? If his lust showed too much, all that favor-farming was wasted.
Ling Ru watched him flee in silence.
Her feelings toward Liu Zichu were getting complicated.
His behavior these past days was nothing like before.
His eyes still burned with lust—he still wanted to fuck her—but he held back. No moves, no teasing. He even dodged the awkwardness.
Was this still Liu Zichu?
She could tell he'd been suffering just now, yet he hadn't touched her, hadn't flirted. He'd just run.
She desperately wanted it all to be an act—proof he was still that scumbag. But who could fake it this well?
And... could the old Liu Zichu even act? No way. That trash didn't have the brains for subtlety.
She didn't believe he'd reformed. But she didn't believe he was acting either.
Everything felt off.
"Liu Zichu!"
Her sharp call made him jump even as he ran.
"Auntie... I didn't mean to!"
He turned back, still hunched, heart sinking. Had the favor-farming been for nothing? He cursed himself for staring at her panel yesterday—his damn brain and perfect memory, locking in every filthy detail of her being fucked and creampied.
Ling Ru ignored him, face blank. "Come back."
Liu Zichu's body froze, anxiety spiking. Her emotionless chill gave nothing away—was she pissed or what?
But she said come back, so he did.
Luckily, the scare had softened his erection a bit—just like him, the coward. Good thing; now he could straighten up.
As he entered the room, Ling Ru's icy eyes fixed on him. "Stand up straight."
Liu Zichu: "……"
Straighten up? I'm fucked!
He screamed internally. Auntie was trying to kill him.
He straightened, hands clamped over his crotch. Useless—the tent in his pants was obvious.
"Hands down."
Liu Zichu: "……"
Broken and defeated, he dropped his hands. Exposing his erection to Auntie like this... Then her face hit him, those lewd stats flashing back. He frantically recited pi in his head to fight them off.
Pi was starting to win when Ling Ru said coolly, "You want to fuck me, don't you? Shove your cock in me and ravage me, right?"
Liu Zichu: "……"
Pi? Obliterated. Blood rushed straight to his dick.
Ling Ru eyed his face, the throbbing bulge. "Take off your pants."
Liu Zichu: "……"
A wild thought hit: Auntie saw how hard he was suffering and wanted to comfort his cock with her pussy.
Too wild—he didn't buy it. Sure, favor up, but not this much. Wanted to kill him yesterday, fuck him today? No way.
So why make him strip?
Miserable, he said, "Auntie, no need, right?"
She didn't budge, voice cold. "Didn't you used to flash your cock at me all the time? Or do you want to grope these first?"
Her slender white hands tugged her collar aside. A pair of snowy tits bounced free, huge and flawless, filling his vision.
Auntie's tits... titfucked cocks 481 times, milked 395 loads...
Hiss...
Liu Zichu gasped. Heat flooded his nose—a trickle of blood streamed out.
Too stimulating. Too sudden. Too fucking perfect.
He didn't even wipe it, eyes locked on those tempting tits, the crimson nipples.
He swallowed hard, then wrenched his gaze away. He was scared he'd lose it.
Yeah, he wanted to fuck her—but her mood was a mystery. One wrong step, game over. Play safe.
Ling Ru kept her composure, but inside she was shocked.
She'd imagined his reactions: drooling stares, groping hands, maybe more fake denial.
But a nosebleed? The guy who'd fucked countless girls half a year ago, who'd barge in on his own sisters bathing—this beast nosebleeding from her tits?
It almost made her laugh. Liu Zichu, nosebleeding from a woman's body? Total act, clumsy and illogical.
But how? Did he predict this? It was her spur-of-the-moment idea.
Her hands released; the dress slid down her silky skin. A breathtaking nude.
Liu Zichu caught it from the corner of his eye, glanced back—and jerked away at the sight of her fully naked.
"Auntie, what the hell?!"
He panicked.
But Ling Ru advanced, displaying her flawless nude body. "Don't you want to fuck me? Touch my tits?"
Arms out, she presented her heavy breasts and perfect curves. "I'm naked now. Look, touch all you want. Even pull out your cock and fuck me."
She watched for his reaction. No way this scum had reformed—but no way he had the depth to fake it this well either.
Had he changed? She didn't believe it.
Acting? She didn't buy that from the old trash either.
Contradictions tore at her. Unable to tell truth from lie, she went direct: strip his mask.
He wanted to fuck her? Fine, offer it up. Would he take it? Touch?
His lust hadn't changed. No need to pretend now.
She showed off her pulse-pounding figure without shame—countless gangbangs had burned that out long ago.
She just wanted his real reaction. Final judgment.
Then, the unbelievable happened.
Facing his naked, advancing aunt—telling him to strip and fuck—the overload hit. His eyes rolled back, blood gushed from his nose, and he toppled.
Thud. He crashed unconscious.
Ling Ru: "……"
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She lowered her arms, staring silently at the fainted Liu Zichu on the floor.
Ling Ru: "……"
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She tried to speak, to think—failed every time.
His faint wrecked all her plans.
Fainted—the girl-fucking beast, nosebleed from tits, blackout from full nude.
What did it mean? Proof he was faking? No. Proof he'd changed? Impossible.
But... how to explain this?
Ling Ru felt her thoughts in chaos.
When Liu Zichu slowly came to, his head throbbed. He winced, memories flooding back—then full panic.
"Holy shit, Auntie!"
He yelled, trying to sit up and check the situation.
But... he couldn't move.
Liu Zichu: "……"
He tried his hands—nope.
His body—nope.
Sleep paralysis? His eye twitched. That hits when you're asleep, not awake!
"Who are you?"
A familiar, icy voice rang out.
Liu Zichu realized only his eyes could move. Not even his head.
Staring at the ceiling—his room's ceiling. So he was inside.
"Auntie? I can't move. What's going on?"
Bad vibes.
Ling Ru stayed out of sight, but her cold voice pressed: "Who are you?"
His heart dropped. Identity busted? No way.
"Auntie, it's me, Liu Zichu! You still won't believe me?" He stressed desperately.
Suddenly, a rose-red figure filled his ceiling view—his auntie, staring down.
Even upside down, her face was stunning.
Ling Ru glared coldly. "Liu Zichu is my nephew. I know exactly what he's like. You're not him. So who are you?"
Liu Zichu squeezed his eyes shut, terrified his gaze would betray him.
We're fucked. Identity exposed.