I carefully restored Zhao Chenyu's computer screen and desktop to their original state, then quietly slipped out of the office.
Standing outside the break room door, I took a few deep breaths and checked my phone again. A single question lingered in my mind:
What am I even doing here?
"Beep—"
I entered the passcode, and as the lock clicked open, I gripped the handle tightly, knuckles turning white, terrified of making even the slightest sound.
Pushing the door open slowly, the scene inside remained as familiar as ever—clean, tidy, and clearly well-maintained. I stood at the doorway, gazing across the empty room toward the bedroom. Step by step, I tiptoed closer, yet it felt as though the bedroom was drifting farther away—no, it seemed to be retreating from me, as if trying to escape, unwilling to let me see what lay inside.
But it was all just a figment of my anxious imagination. I eventually reached the bedroom door and quietly pressed myself against it. Even before peering through the broken peephole, my heart sank—I could hear the sound of running water from the shower.
Like a peeping thief, I leaned against the bedroom door, not daring to put any weight on it. This sense of helplessness filled me with sorrow.
Through the tiny peephole, the sight that greeted me stole my breath. It was still the same small yet cozy bedroom, with its understated but luxurious decor. The curtains were drawn shut, lending the room an air of secrecy. But inside was a man who shouldn't have been there—Zhao Chenyu. He was tidying the bed, dressed in a way he shouldn't have been—wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Completely naked otherwise, I could even see his thick, imposing member swaying loosely beneath the towel.
What was going on? Had they already finished?
The intermittent sound of water from the bathroom suggested Aunt Ouyang was inside.
No way… They just got off work. Could they have already…?
Impossible!
And Zhao Chenyu was making the bed, even excitedly pulling out a small box, as if preparing for something.
So, they were just getting started, not finishing. I had arrived at the perfect time.
Perfect timing… The thought brought another wave of sorrow, tinged with self-mockery.
"Splash, splash…" The water stopped, leaving only the faint rustling sounds of Zhao Chenyu tidying up. A moment later…
"Xiao Yu—zi! Come in and blow-dry my hair…"
"Coming!"
Aunt Ouyang's call sent a jolt through me. So it was true—Aunt Ouyang was going to be with Zhao Chenyu today… Hearing her call, Zhao Chenyu jogged out of my line of sight.
About ten seconds later, the sound of a hairdryer started up, accompanied by Aunt Ouyang's laughter. But to my ears, that laughter sounded especially bleak…
When I had asked Mu Lingze earlier, I'd only told her to keep an eye on whether Zhao Chenyu was overstepping his bounds. I never imagined—and neither did she discover—that after their physical intimacy, Zhao Chenyu and Aunt Ouyang's relationship would progress so rapidly.
Xiao Yu-zi… Hah… Not Zhao Chenyu, not Xiao Yu, but the intimate, affectionate "Xiao Yu-zi," even deliberately drawn out with a lingering tone…
Could it be that the physical body is truly the key to a woman's heart?
"Creak!" Before I could let my thoughts run wild, a door inside the room swung open, followed by the sound of somewhat hurried footsteps.
"Well, well, Xiao Yu, I never expected you to be so good at blow-drying a woman's hair..."
Accompanied by this cool, feminine voice, the Aunt Ouyang I had been longing for casually took small, delicate steps. Her fair, slender legs, with their well-proportioned muscle lines, trembled slightly, reflecting a large, enticing milky-white glow under the light. Her delicate figure was wrapped only in a white bathrobe, which barely covered her perky, beautiful buttocks. With each step she took, the smooth, firm flesh of her buttocks rhythmically alternated between exposure and concealment, exuding a hazy allure. Her fragrant shoulders were half-bare, her jade-like legs swayed gently, and her slender, pale fingers combed through her voluminous, silky waves. She slowly walked to the bedside, twisted her body, crossed her long legs, and sat on the bed with a natural, dizzying laziness. Her delicate, jade-like feet arched slightly, revealing the snow-white soles tinged with a faint blush—an unintentional tease that radiated endless charm.
"Hehe, I used to work part-time at a barbershop. When I was an apprentice, I never got to cut hair—just swept the floor, washed hair, and did odd jobs like blow-drying. But some customers did ask me to blow-dry their hair because I'd always take a minute or two to massage their heads and help them relax, hehe..." Zhao Chenyu followed behind Aunt Ouyang. After she sat down, he stood to the side, grinning as he recounted his past. Aunt Ouyang, with her elbows resting on her knees and her chin propped in her hands, twirled the ends of her hair while listening attentively to Zhao Chenyu.
I stared blankly at this scene, feeling another wave of discomfort in my heart.
My Aunt Ouyang—how many people usually tried to send her gifts or seek her help, just to have her listen to their requests? They had to go through great lengths just to see her, and even then, she would give them a strict time limit, leaving without mercy once it was up. When had Aunt Ouyang ever been so patient, listening to some nobody share his boring life story?
"Hmm, that's quite clever. So, you're pretty good at it, then?" Aunt Ouyang raised her peach-like eyes, looking at Zhao Chenyu with keen interest.
"I... I'm alright..." I saw Zhao Chenyu's knees buckle involuntarily under Aunt Ouyang's gaze, as if he wanted to kneel before her, but his pride as a man kept him standing.
"Alright, alright, I don't care for those old-fashioned rules anyway. I just wanted you to know your place earlier. Now that you understand, that's enough..." Aunt Ouyang noticed Zhao Chenyu's awkwardness and waved her hand dismissively.
"Of course! I understand, I understand..." Zhao Chenyu nodded like a pecking chicken. Though I couldn't see his expression, it must have been utterly shameless.
"You said you know how to massage, right? Come on, give me a try!" Aunt Ouyang uncrossed her legs, straightened her back, and patted the bed behind her.
Zhao Chenyu kicked off his shoes and hopped onto the bed in an instant.
"Oh, slow down! So impatient..." Auntie Ouyang chided him lightly, yet there was no trace of disgust in her tone. In fact, this brief exchange gave me a sudden sense of familiarity, reminiscent of how Auntie Ouyang and Uncle Qin used to interact...
"Got it, got it!" Zhao Chenyu responded with a silly grin. After climbing onto the bed, he knelt behind Auntie Ouyang, his rough hands gently smoothing her soft, wavy hair. Auntie Ouyang cooperated by gathering her hair to one side, and as their hands brushed against each other, there was not a hint of awkwardness between them.
"Here I go, Auntie Ouyang!" Zhao Chenyu spread his fingers into a claw-like shape, pressing his fingertips against her scalp and kneading gently. This instantly reminded me of when I was little and followed Auntie Ouyang to the hair salon. The hairdresser had placed a large helmet-like device with wires attached over her head. Back then, I was so terrified that I cried and hit the hairdresser, thinking he was trying to kill Auntie Ouyang. She had laughed and comforted me while staying perfectly still.
Looking back now, I realize she was just getting a perm... But watching Zhao Chenyu's hands gently massaging Auntie Ouyang's head, I felt as if my innocent, beautiful memories had suddenly been tainted by something dirty. From now on, whenever I recall the sweet moments I shared with Auntie Ouyang, I couldn't help but think of this scene—like the saying goes, it's like wet hands touching flour: impossible to shake off, impossible to clean.
But my thoughts were useless. In my line of sight, Auntie Ouyang closed her eyes, enjoying Zhao Chenyu's ministrations.
"Aah—"
Zhao Chenyu's hands gripped and kneaded Auntie Ouyang's neck, seemingly with considerable force. Auntie Ouyang merely furrowed her brows slightly and let out a soft moan, making no move to stop him.
His hands traveled up the sides of her neck, cupping her ears and gently rubbing the lobes back and forth with his fingertips.
"Mmm..." Auntie Ouyang let out a soft murmur, her expression completely relaxed.
I was stunned by her reaction. How could she let Zhao Chenyu massage her ears? Wasn't that something adults did to scold children when they were little?
Yet Auntie Ouyang's expression remained utterly serene. Her previously upright upper body gradually leaned back toward Zhao Chenyu. As she did so, her loose bathrobe shifted, and from Zhao Chenyu's angle, a single downward glance would reveal the fullness of her chest and the deep cleavage beneath.
And Zhao Chenyu did exactly that. Kneeling upright behind her, with Auntie Ouyang's head resting against his torso, his small eyes remained fixed downward, staring intently at the snowy curves of her bosom.
"What are you looking at?" Auntie Ouyang seemed to notice something amiss. Opening her eyes, she immediately understood and spoke with playful reproach.
"Admiring the beautiful view, Auntie Ouyang..." I expected Zhao Chenyu to panic and apologize, but instead, he answered bluntly.
"Is it nice to look at?" I thought Auntie Ouyang would be angry, but she wasn't. Instead, she smiled softly and turned the question back to him.
"Beautiful, absolutely stunning. So fair and tender, Aunt Ouyang must take great care of herself—she looks even fairer and softer than milk." Zhao Chenyu finally found an opening to flatter her and eagerly poured out all his sweet talk.
"Alright, alright, I've heard you say these things several times already." Aunt Ouyang quickly cut him off, though the smile at the corner of her lips remained impossible to hide.
But I caught the implication in Aunt Ouyang's words—several times? What did she mean by several times? Complimenting Aunt Ouyang's breasts? Besides this occasion, what other situations could there be to praise Aunt Ouyang's breasts?
"Ah... I'm getting old..." Aunt Ouyang's smile suddenly faded, and she sighed—a side of her I had never seen before.
"What nonsense! You're lying. I don't even want to use 'you' respectfully anymore—I'll just use 'you' casually." Zhao Chenyu said with a laugh.
"Pfft, what does a little brat know about lying? Go on, get out of here." Aunt Ouyang glanced up at him with her dark eyes, but her upper body straightened slightly, causing the bathrobe that was already struggling to conceal her beautiful breasts to slip down a little. From my angle, I could see nearly half of the "northern hemisphere." Could Zhao Chenyu already see the delicate pink tips of her peaks?
"Little Yu, do you think I'm old?" Aunt Ouyang asked softly, enjoying Zhao Chenyu's massage on the back of her neck.
But Zhao Chenyu didn't answer. Instead, he suddenly reached out a hand and covered Aunt Ouyang's mouth.
"Mmph!" Aunt Ouyang reacted instantly, quickly standing up and turning to question him, "Why did you cover my mouth?"
"Hehe..." Zhao Chenyu remained completely unruffled, rubbing his hands together as he said, "I just thought that since Aunt Ouyang always lies, she deserves a little punishment. Hehe..."
"Look at your beautiful, delicate body. If I were lucky enough to walk hand-in-hand with you on the street, people would think we were in a movie." Zhao Chenyu posed a riddle.
"Beauty and the Beast?" Aunt Ouyang's reaction was the same as mine.
"No, no, no..." Zhao Chenyu shook his head.
"Then what is it?" Aunt Ouyang shifted her hips to face him directly.
"It's that kind of... um... AV movie about a sugar daddy and his sugar baby." Zhao Chenyu stroked his chin, pretending to think.
"You little rascal, you little servant, how dare you make fun of me!" Just as I thought Aunt Ouyang would be furious, she instead reached out with her delicate hand and pinched Zhao Chenyu's thick thigh several times. Zhao Chenyu merely chuckled, not even attempting to dodge.
"Why aren't you dodging? Are you stupid? If you're a stupid servant, then get lost!" Aunt Ouyang said disdainfully.
"No, it's just that Aunt Ouyang seems upset. My skin is thick and rough—if hitting me a few times makes you happy, then that's enough." Zhao Chenyu grinned foolishly, reminding me of the person who had begged me earlier. I couldn't help but wonder again—is this guy really that good at acting?
"That's more like it." Aunt Ouyang slapped his thigh again, but as she withdrew her hand, she gently stroked it. Then she added, "Your mouth isn't proper either. You talk about giving a massage—it feels good, but it's no different from when you usually rub my shoulders."
Usually? Shoulder rubs? Why hadn't Mu Lingze mentioned any of this to me? My already slightly furrowed brows suddenly tightened. It seemed I would have to ask Mu Lingze about this.
"Auntie, why don't you lie down and let me give you a full-body massage?" Zhao Chenyu said excitedly.
"A full-body massage? Is it proper?" Auntie Ouyang asked.
"Not proper at all!" Zhao Chenyu replied so bluntly it left me speechless.
"Pfft!" Auntie Ouyang's brows furrowed slightly, but her face was full of smiles. She found Zhao Chenyu both exasperating and amusing, even reaching out to pinch his cheek and calling him a "naughty servant."
"Come on, come on~ Let this humble servant attend to you... hehe." Zhao Chenyu got off the bed to tidy up, wearing a cheeky grin, while Auntie Ouyang cooperatively lay down.
This atmosphere? How is it completely different from the first time? The first time, the two of them seemed like a queen and her male pet, but this second time, even though the "servant" title remained, they were already communicating as equals with a tacit understanding.
What exactly is going on?
Zhao Chenyu pulled out his small case.
"What's this? Even Lingze was curious and wanted to take a look, but you wouldn't let her..." Auntie Ouyang asked curiously as well.
"Nothing much, just some essential oils and incense," Zhao Chenyu said.
"No need to use your oils. Go look in that drawer over there—there are some inside," Auntie Ouyang pointed to a drawer in the nearby cabinet.
Zhao Chenyu took out an exquisitely packaged box from it. I frowned, trying to recall—it seemed like a gift Auntie Ouyang and my mother had received from the organizers of some event.
"Wow, this stuff... it's really expensive..." Zhao Chenyu glanced up at Auntie Ouyang, as if asking for permission.
"Open it. It's just sitting there anyway..." Auntie Ouyang said lightly.
Zhao Chenyu opened the box, took out a small bottle, and lit some incense. He looked quite professional.
"You... seem so skilled at this. If I hadn't thoroughly checked your background, I'd have thought you were some kind of professional masseur," Auntie Ouyang remarked, watching Zhao Chenyu.
Thoroughly checked? So Auntie Ouyang had already investigated Zhao Chenyu thoroughly behind the scenes. Of course, with someone like him, it made sense to be cautious.
But then I remembered the "Conqueror Forum" on Zhao Chenyu's computer. Did Auntie Ouyang know about that too?
"I was a sports student, after all. I picked up a few things, and I also taught a bit when I worked as an assistant at the gym," Zhao Chenyu explained as he worked.
"You really... can do everything," Auntie Ouyang murmured softly.
"Right now, I only know one thing—to make Auntie Ouyang happy and comfortable," Zhao Chenyu said with a playful grin, sitting sideways next to her.
"Mhm, good. You're quite sensible," Auntie Ouyang nodded in approval.
"First, lie on your stomach..." Zhao Chenyu instructed. Auntie Ouyang turned over and lay face down on the bed. Her slender figure, draped in a bathrobe, flowed smoothly all the way to the gentle, sensual curve of her hips. Her long legs stretched out, utterly alluring.
Zhao Chenyu did not rush to remove Aunt Ouyang's bathrobe, nor did he eagerly touch her body. Instead, he applied oil to his hands and walked to the foot of the bed. With his already dark and glossy hands, he grasped Aunt Ouyang's ankles, pulling her legs gently up and down, left and right. Her well-proportioned legs seemed to ripple with subtle waves, starting from her ankles and traveling all the way to her hips. The firm, rounded flesh of her buttocks trembled slightly, as if trying to break free from the confines of the bathrobe. This also caused Aunt Ouyang's previously tense body to relax instantly.
It was then that I wondered—was Aunt Ouyang not wearing any underwear? From Zhao Chenyu's angle, could he see everything clearly?
"Mmm... wait a moment, I'll take it off..." Aunt Ouyang let out a soft moan as she lay on her stomach, tossing the bathrobe aside and revealing her completely naked body. Any lingering doubts in my mind were instantly dispelled.
I had imagined many scenarios in which Zhao Chenyu would remove Aunt Ouyang's bathrobe, but I never expected her to take the initiative to undress herself.
Why had Aunt Ouyang become so proactive? It had only been a few days...
"You're truly beautiful, Aunt Ouyang," Zhao Chenyu couldn't help but praise her. He then moved to her side, pouring an entire bottle of oil into the small of her back. The transparent, viscous liquid pooled in the hollow of her waist, not a single drop spilling over—a sight that left me utterly astonished.
"Auntie's body is so incredibly sexy..." Zhao Chenyu murmured as he spread the oil evenly upward with both hands. His rough, dark palms glided over Aunt Ouyang's elegant spine before finally settling on her fragrant shoulders, where he kneaded them gently.
"Mmm..." Aunt Ouyang let out another soft moan, closing her eyes in enjoyment.
Zhao Chenyu's hands slid downward once more, following the perfect curve of Aunt Ouyang's body as he applied the oil to her firm, rounded buttocks. The pale, tender flesh instantly took on a shimmering glow, as captivating as sparkling jewels.
"Ah..." Zhao Chenyu shifted his position again, moving to the foot of the bed and standing between Aunt Ouyang's widely spread legs. His hands did not linger on her shapely buttocks but continued downward, leaving a trail of oil on her thighs. It was as if her entire lower body was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
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