Passing by Uncle Luo's bedroom, I noticed the door was wide open, a rare sight for the meticulous Uncle Luo.
Just as I glanced over unintentionally, I suddenly saw a small black piece of fabric hanging on the edge of the somewhat disheveled bed.
The image of Uncle Luo in his bathrobe flashed through my mind again; his hair and skin seemed a little damp, as if he had just showered. Seeing this scene again, I couldn't help but swallow hard, completely able to imagine what had just happened in this room.
Uncle Luo and Aunt Luo are really… well, quite affectionate.
Meanwhile, Aunt Yingji had just aroused me, and now I felt a slight itch. Actually, apart from a few times with Xue Tang when I was seventeen, I basically had no experience with men or women, especially since I was usually confined to the base, with no place for romance.
"It wouldn't hurt to go in and take a look…" I couldn't resist my curiosity and walked towards the door.
The sheets on Uncle Luo's bed were disheveled, stained with sweat and puddles of some unknown liquid. Upon entering, a strange, indescribable odor filled the air—a peculiar, lingering fragrance, a mixture of ripe melon and honey, and the rich scent of orchids, with a strong hint of chestnut blossom.
Strangely enough, I thought I smelled a faint, almost imperceptible, orchid-like scent, very similar to Aunt Yingji's, mingled with the cloying, slightly rotten, decadent aroma.
I shook my head. I must have been mistaken…
I looked again at the head of the bed. There, draped the black cloth I had seen earlier, was draped. I picked it up. The straps were extremely thin, and in the center was only a tiny, triangular piece of semi-transparent lace—pity small, less than the size of my palm. I seriously doubted whether it could possibly serve any purpose.
Even the small piece of lace fabric was soaked through with a sticky, damp stain. Bringing it close to my nose, I could smell an alluring scent, like orchids and musk, or the first hint of ripe fruit. I couldn't resist taking a few more breaths, and my penis immediately became rock hard, almost bursting.
Aunt Luo was flirting with Uncle Luo wearing underwear like this?
I rubbed the dampness; it was sticky and slippery, strangely tempting. I played with the small, damp cloth in my hand, occasionally bringing it to my nose to sniff, and then…
…as if possessed, I put it in my pocket.
Leaving Uncle Luo's room, I felt a little guilty. I nervously looked around before going downstairs. Just then, I heard crisp, light footsteps in the hallway. I looked in the direction of the sound.
A beautiful, middle-aged woman with a graceful figure walked over. Her long, shapely legs were clad in snow-white stockings, and she wore silver high heels. This seemingly mismatched outfit looked incredibly alluring on her.
Seeing her, my heart skipped a beat. One hand clutched my soaking wet panties in my pocket, while the other hand awkwardly reached out to greet her: "Aunt Luo..."
She was Uncle Luo's wife, named Luo Qingying. She also shared the surname Luo, but she hadn't changed it after Uncle Luo. They were distant relatives. The Luo family was a top-tier conglomerate, naturally not just the Luo family in Shen City; even the Luo family in Shanghai had split into two branches.
Besides Luo Shaoliang, there was his elder brother, Luo Shaowen, who served as chairman and president of the Luo Shen Group in Shen City, respectively.
Aunt Luo's bright eyes lit up when she saw me. She waved her little hand, both happy and slightly reproachful, "Xiao Dong, I heard from Butler Qin that you're back! That's wonderful! Xiao Xue has been waiting for you for so long! You two can finally get married!"
I felt a little embarrassed. I'd been pressured to get married repeatedly today, but Xue Tang had indeed waited for me for far too long…
So long that I wasn't even sure if Xue Tang still loved me. What I saw today was exactly what I was worried about.
But I truly owed Xue Tang too much, and I felt too embarrassed to directly stop her. However, I would investigate whether Xue Tang had fallen in love with someone else and then have a proper talk with her. If she really had…
I would definitely silently wish her well, after all, Xue Tang hadn't done anything to wrong me.
It was me who had disappeared for seven years without explanation.
Aunt Luo took my hand and sat down with me, and we started chatting. Like Uncle Luo, Aunt Luo was a very considerate person. She didn't ask me too many questions that would make me feel awkward.
However, because of what was in my pocket…
I had been a little nervous, and I had been secretly observing Aunt Luo's expression. Seeing that she was neatly dressed and her expression was normal, my anxiety eased slightly, replaced by a sense of guilt. After all, Aunt Luo had always treated me like a son, and I had secretly taken her soaking wet underwear.
At this moment, the topic turned to Yu Tang, and Aunt Luo's expression darkened. She looked at me as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
I took the initiative to ask, "Where's Yu Tang? Isn't she home?"
Aunt Luo scratched her knee and said, "Little Yu, you haven't seen her for seven years…"
Like her sister Luo Xue Tang, Yu Tang was a natural beauty. At only ten years old, she had already blossomed into a graceful young woman, as cute and pure as a little angel. She had even told me before that she wanted to marry me along with her sister. Her innocent, adorable, and straightforward nature was incredibly endearing.
Now that Yu Tang is seventeen, I wonder what she looks like now, and a secret anticipation rises in my heart.
"Xiao Yu is almost never home these days," Aunt Luo said worriedly. "Someone saw her riding a motorcycle with a group of men. I suspect... she might be using psychotropic drugs."
Aunt Luo's words made me frown, reminding me of the MA gang I encountered on the street. Could Yu Tang be among them?
That angelic, adorable Yu Tang...
My heart clenched, and I asked in a low voice, "Is Yu Tang out now?"
Aunt Luo nodded. I asked again, "Do you have any way to find Yu Tang?"
"Xiao Yu didn't seem to ride her motorcycle today. It has her GPS tracker on it," Aunt Luo said after thinking for a moment.
Without a word, I immediately had her lead me to the garage. Seeing the motorcycle, my heart sank. It was exactly the same as the ones I'd seen on the street, all fitted with strange parts. This made me even more certain that Yu Tang had probably really been infected with that stuff.
My anxiety intensified, and I even felt a pang of regret. I'd had several opportunities to return to Shen City during my missions, but due to confidentiality regulations, I hadn't returned even once. But if I had known Yu Tang was infected, I would have returned even if it meant breaking the rules.
I rode Yu Tang's motorcycle, following the GPS directions through the streets of Shen City. It was already dark, and the city truly lived up to its name as "Magic City" at night. The streets were filled with various open entertainment venues, neon lights and 3D billboards flashing with iridescent red, orange, and purple glows. The streets were filled with modified vehicles and motorcycles, pedestrians staggering with bottles in their hands, and "corpses" lying on the streets everywhere.
With a deep, thunderous roar, like a distant rumble of thunder, I stopped in front of an entertainment venue. My GPS indicated I was less than a hundred meters from Yu Tang, and this bar was the only place nearby.
I looked up and saw a huge 3D sign on the ceiling. It featured a massive, pert buttocks, swaying towards passersby. Due to the 3D nature of the advertising, it looked as if it were peeking out of the screen. Between the two snow-white, round, peach-like buttocks, a deep cleft was wide open, revealing the beauty within.
I could see the delicate, warm, pinkish anus radiating from the center of the buttocks, and the plump, moist labia between the thighs. Two pink labia minora peeked out from the vulva, like a graceful butterfly unfolding above the full, moist cleft…
What caught my attention was a star tattooed on the inner thigh of the buttocks. I immediately recognized it as the girl who had made a face at me on the street earlier that day—it was exactly the same.
It seems this really is a gathering place for the MA Party.
The thought of Yu Tang being here sent a pang of anxiety through me, like a bee sting.