Li Yun sat on the couch, imagining Su Yuya taking a bath in the bathroom. Suddenly, he felt like he was being naughty.
From the bathroom came the sound of water stopping, followed by the door opening and footsteps fading away. A delicate fragrance wafted over, and Li Yun turned his head to see Su Yuya standing right beside him.
She was wearing a black, gossamer-thin, chiffon nightgown that clung to her body like a second skin. Her figure was perfectly curved, her skin as smooth and creamy as fresh snow, and her cheeks, flushed from the hot water, looked like blooming peach blossoms—radiant and enchanting.
Her firm, full breasts seemed ready to burst out of her red, sexy bra. The ample cleavage was partially exposed, with just a hint of creamy skin peeking out from the edges.
Her flat, smooth stomach, her slender waist, her plump, rounded derrière, and her long, smooth legs were all accentuated by the thin, triangular panties that barely contained her curves.
Dressed in such a seductive nightgown, Su Yuya didn't seem to mind being in front of him at all. Was he that trustworthy to her?
After her bath, it was naturally Li Yun's turn. It was a hot summer night, and even with the air conditioning on, he felt uncomfortable without a shower. He walked into the bathroom, which was quite spacious. There was a washing machine, Su Yuya's bath towels, and her toiletries, like shampoo and body wash. There was also a pristine bathtub.
The thought of taking a bath in the very tub Su Yuya had just used made Li Yun's heart race and his face flush. But he quickly reminded himself that Su Yuya was his mentor's wife, and he mustn't entertain any inappropriate thoughts.
Just as he was thinking this, Li Yun's excitement surged. He noticed a clothes hanger above the bathtub with three tiny, lacy panties hanging from it—each one more seductive than the last.
Any normal guy would be stirred by this sight. Li Yun stripped off his clothes and stood under the warm showerhead, letting the water wash away his fatigue and the frustration from Lin Yixin's departure.
After his shower, he dried himself off, put his clothes back on, but didn't leave the bathroom right away. Instead, he walked over to the washing machine, where there was a wicker laundry basket. He casually rummaged through it and found Su Yuya's freshly changed underwear, still waiting to be washed.
He carefully unfolded her panties—a purple, lace-trimmed pair with beautiful black roses embroidered on the sheer fabric. He noticed a faint, white residue on them, emitting a strong, musky scent. It was like a natural aphrodisiac.
Just a few whiffs sent a tingling sensation from his nose to his brain. The strange mix of scents was oddly captivating, and his body was already on fire.
"Is... is this how Auntie Su smells?" Li Yun brought the panties to his nose and couldn't resist licking the residue. He'd done this before, but with Lin Yixin.
Gently, he placed the panties back in the basket. Despite his excitement, he felt a wave of shame. It was as if he had violated Auntie Su's privacy, as if he had mentally assaulted her.
Su Yuya was lying on the couch, watching TV. When Li Yun came out of the bathroom, he saw that she had dozed off. Her snow-white legs were exposed beneath her black silk nightgown, incredibly tempting.
He turned off the TV and walked over to her. "Auntie Su, Auntie Su, you should sleep in the bedroom," he whispered.
Gritting his teeth, Li Yun picked her up, not noticing the slight flutter of her eyelashes. Holding her warm body close, his heart pounded uncontrollably. He carried her to the master bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.
Standing upright, Li Yun looked at Su Yuya on the bed. Her body was like a sculpture of ice and jade—translucent, smooth, and delicate. Her curves were soft and smooth, her skin tender and flawless. Her long, silky hair lay flat and shiny, emitting a subtle fragrance.
Her dreamy, enchanting face was fair and delicate, pure and ethereal. Her cherry-red lips were plump and pretty. Her cheeks were soft and lovely, her neck slightly curved. Her shoulders were slender and round, and her arms were as white and soft as lotus roots. Her slender fingers were so delicate they seemed almost transparent, like ice and jade.
Asleep, Su Yuya looked like a shy little girl, but Li Yun knew she wasn't a little girl. No little girl had such full breasts. Her two firm mounds were like ripe peaches, teasing his sanity.
Her long legs were partially exposed from under the nightgown, which had ridden up when he carried her to bed. Li Yun could see the edge of black lace at the end of her thighs.
"Are her panties also black?" Li Yun's breathing quickened as he pondered this. He glanced around furtively, like a thief about to steal something.
There was no better way to describe Li Yun at this moment than "boldly daring." But when he lifted the hem of her nightgown, he realized he was wrong. The answer was that the elegant, refined Auntie Su wasn't wearing any panties at all.
Taking a deep breath, Li Yun forced himself to calm down. He took off her slippers and gently covered her with a blanket. After tucking the blanket in, he stood there, quietly admiring her sweet, sleeping form. After a while, he sighed, "Auntie Su is just so beautiful."
He turned to leave the room, and as he reached the door, he softly said, "Goodnight, Auntie Su." He turned off the light and quietly closed the door behind him.
Not long after Li Yun closed the bedroom door, Su Yuya's eyes suddenly opened. She quietly propped herself up, peeking at the door. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. She quickly shut her mouth, lay back down, and swiftly pulled the blanket over her head, curling up into a ball beneath it.