Her slender waist and firm, rounded buttocks glistened with a damp sheen, her pubic area plump and rounded, a patch of soft white skin between her legs highlighting the sparse strands of pubic hair.
Between her plump thighs, a glistening sheen of moisture trickled down her inner thighs to her calves.
Clearly, the girl had been eagerly anticipating this. She had just finished bathing and, without even drying herself, had sneaked in naked.
But facing Lingxuan, who seemed so expectant, I…
"Brother Xing…"
The girl's starry eyes were hazy. Swaying her round, smooth bottom, she crawled from the edge of the bed to between my legs. Her small hands skillfully grasped my soft, slippery penis. Then, with a soft moan, I heard her take it into her warm, wet, narrow space.
Her little tongue teased it incessantly, her head slightly turned back, her eyes glazed, her lips trembling and making soft, wet sounds as she sucked.
Her breathing grew heavier. I looked down at Lingxuan, diligently sucking. Her two tender red lips repeatedly pulled the penis in and out, leaving a glistening trail, over and over again, tirelessly.
But the penis didn't seem to get much of arousal.
I panted, a pang of guilt rising in my heart… to say something somewhat unpleasant to the two sisters, I felt like something was missing.
Although not quite as beautiful as Xue Tang, the two girls were still impeccably beautiful. Ling Xuan was charming and adorable, and in bed, she was passionate as fire and shy as a white flower. However, they seemed to lack something that attracted me.
It wasn't that I disliked them, but rather something closer to instinct. Each ejaculation brought an inexplicable sense of loss and weakness, which gradually accumulated, making recovery and the duration of intercourse shorter and shorter.
At the same time, a strange, inexplicable anxiety arose within me. Instinct seemed to urge me to search for something, yet I was lost and confused.
"Hmm?"
Time passed in a daze. The girl released the wet, semi-erect penis, tilting her head, looking cute yet slightly puzzled.
"Brother Xing...you..."
"Xuanxuan, sleep."
The girl paused, then gently slumped down, her soft breasts pressing against me. Her two exceptionally full and erect nipples seemed to silently protest something.
But I had no time to pay attention, because suddenly a strange, intense drowsiness overwhelmed me, making me close my eyes irresistibly.
......
A strange feeling washed over me.
It was as if my consciousness was being stretched, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I don't know how long I waited, but I went through a process similar to "awakening."
Throughout this process, I couldn't feel my body at all; it was as if only a lonely mass of consciousness was floating in the air.
So when I was fully "awake," I couldn't see anything. Time seemed to pass in a second, then in a year, until finally, a sliver of light appeared "before my eyes."
A scene unfolded like ink dripping into water, blurring and gradually becoming clear.
It was a dimly lit room, the surrounding scenery indistinct due to the rising incense smoke from two bronze censers.
In front stood a large, striking bed, neatly made up. Kneeling on it were two handsome young Taoist boys with their hair tied in buns. Beside them stood an elderly man with a youthful face, white hair, and a ruddy complexion.
The two young boys were quite young, very cute and endearing, with bright, dark eyes and red lips and white teeth.
Before them were two small tables, but instead of tea, they held two bottles of essential oils, two pairs of small silver bells, and two smooth metal objects, each with a ruby end, resembling stoppers yet excessively smooth.
Furthermore, there was a smooth, glistening sandalwood phallus covered in growths.
This feeling felt somewhat familiar; it seemed like another dream…
The scene was remarkably similar to a lucid dream I'd had before. The only difference was that everything—faces and objects—was crystal clear, without any obstruction.
The scene remained unchanged, unmoved. If it weren't for the swirling wisps of smoke, I would have thought it was frozen in time.
Unlike that previous lucid dream, which was both a beautiful erotic dream and a terrifying nightmare, this one felt different.
Unlike other dreams whose memories are fleeting, the sounds and images in this dream were like a powerfully moving film; every detail was vivid and unforgettable.
Even now, thinking about it brings a lingering, faint pain…
If this dream had simply continued like this, perhaps it would have just been a slightly strange dream.
At least it wouldn't have been as unforgettable and deeply etched in my memory as the last one.
Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, the old man sitting on the futon suddenly stood up. His movements were elegant and agile, with a touch of rabbit-like nimbleness.
The camera seemed to follow him, shifting the scene to the doorway, where two beautiful, slender figures appeared. Their hair reached their waists, and they seemed to have just emerged from a bath. A faint blush tinged their fair skin, like jade.
Their eyes were captivating, displaying a clear wariness, yet also an undeniable allure.
Moreover, the two beauties appeared to be of very different ages. One was voluptuous, with large breasts, a wasp waist, snow-white skin, cherry lips, and bright, alluring eyes. Judging from her appearance, she could be described as a newlywed in her twenties or a mature woman in her thirties.
Age seemed to have left no trace on her face; the closer one looked, the more stunning her beauty became.
The other was clearly a young girl, not very old. She had a delicate oval face with large, watery eyes, a small, soft nose, and lips as pink and plump as newly opened, juicy water chestnuts. Her features were exquisite and charming, indescribably beautiful and delicate.
While her figure couldn't compare to the other beauty, she was still slender and graceful, with a small waist and rounded hips. Her breasts were two firm, pointed mounds, yet full and rounded like two melons.
Both were dressed very simply. The beautiful woman wore a slightly sheer long dress, and it was clear she was wearing a lace-trimmed undershirt. Her large breasts, full and hesitant, swayed with every movement.
It was obvious that there was nothing underneath the undershirt, and her snow-white feet wore high-heeled sandals, revealing smooth, white insteps and ten small, delicate toes as white as cardamom.
Her shapely calves disappeared into the hem of her skirt, their graceful lines still faintly visible. Her stunningly full, rounded buttocks, like ripe peaches, accentuated her exceptionally slender waist.
The girl was simply wrapped in a bath towel, revealing her long, jade-like neck, rounded shoulders, and even her smooth collarbones. Two thin nylon straps extended from the towel, tied in a knot behind her neck.
Upon seeing the faces of these two beauties, my mind went blank for a moment, as if countless memories were flooding back—familiarity, intimacy, excitement, joy, melancholy—a multitude of emotions surged forth.
It was as if a boulder weighing down my memories had been slightly pried open, and their faces immediately connected with two unforgettable names.
That was…
Aunt Yingji?
Yutang?
Countless intimate scenes flashed through my mind. For Aunt Yingji, it was a deep, unwavering affection, a bond thicker than blood. For Yutang, it was a mixture of tender love, a touch of guilt, and an indescribable, poignant emotion.
Thinking of them felt like carrying a heavy treasure in my heart.
I wanted to rush over and meet them, but I forgot I was in a "lucid dream," forced to remain seated like a moviegoer.
The old man approached them, a cheerful smile on his face. "Yingji, Yutang, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Aunt Yingji frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with the intimate address, but then, as if remembering something, she acquiesced.
She said, "Enough talk, let's begin."
The old man remained unhurried. He sat back down on the cushion and gestured for the two beauties to get into bed.
Neither Aunt Yingji nor Yutang moved an inch, clearly showing their strong wariness of the sprightly old man with his youthful face and white hair.
The old man wasn't angry at all, and smiled, "To treat that kind of problem, physical contact is naturally unavoidable."
"If you don't trust me, let them do it for you..."
The old man's voice was warm and amiable, his eyes slightly narrowed, truly giving him an air of otherworldly grace, kind and gentle.
The two beauties turned to look at the two handsome young Daoist boys kneeling on the bed, their expressions seemingly relaxing somewhat.