Chapter 9: Taboo (1)

“Oh!” Qiao San, agile and vigorous, couldn’t help but exclaim in frustration. Although the space behind the statue was barely sufficient for two people to hide by overlapping, the bottom was extremely narrow, barely enough room for one foot.

The side door creaked open slowly. Qiao San had no time to search for another hiding place. As the shadow of the approaching figure floated across the threshold, he dared not delay any further. Instantly quickening his pace, he swiftly darted behind the statue.

At the very moment the last bit of his robe vanished from sight, a middle-aged nun pushed the door open and entered. Strangely, she too was proceeding with the utmost caution, gently and quietly closing the door tightly behind her!

“Ahh—” A long, drawn-out shriek echoed in Qing Niang’s heart. Although it seemed like a long story, in reality it was only a brief moment. By the time the gentle beauty recovered from her panic, she and her young brother-in-law had already arrived behind the statue.

The cramped space forced the aunt and nephew into close proximity. Qiao San pressed tightly against the wall while Qing Niang leaned against the statue. Qiao San had no choice but to lift his sister-in-law up with his large hands, and Qing Niang had to wrap her smooth, shapely legs around his thighs. Only then could they barely fit.

“Dear sister-in-law, I must apologize! After they leave, I will beg your forgiveness!” This intimate contact between uncle and aunt was already the most embarrassing kind—face to face, chest to abdomen, pressed tightly together!

“Hmm…” Qing Niang bit her red lips hard with her white teeth. The strange sensation left her heart in turmoil. Reality was completely different from imagination, a thousand tangled feelings swirling about, making it hard to think clearly. Meanwhile, her young brother-in-law’s soft words whispered into her ear sent waves of warmth straight into her heart, stirring up a deep, aching longing within the mature beauty’s long-neglected heart!

Oh heavens, how embarrassing! But San Di had no choice, she couldn’t be angry, couldn’t… mustn’t think improper thoughts, absolutely mustn’t! She just needed to endure a little while longer!

“Thud… thud…” A strange knocking sound began again. Yet the nun was not frightened at all; instead, she looked delighted. She walked skillfully to the corner and opened a hidden mechanism. Qiao San, peeking out, finally understood. So that’s how it worked! Heh heh…

“Sister-in-law, don’t be afraid. It’s not a ghost—it’s the nun having a secret lover!” Seeing Qing Niang still trembling with fear, Qiao San whispered affectionately into her ear, trying to comfort her. Naturally, his voice was soft and intimate, his warm breath unavoidably brushing against Qing Niang’s delicate, crimson earlobe.

“Mmm…” Qing Niang’s face flushed crimson. The composed, elegant beauty had never imagined she would find herself in such an intimate situation with a man other than her husband. Ashamed and flustered, she tried to turn her face away. But this small movement only caused her entire body to rub against her young brother-in-law.

Her full, high breasts, soft flat stomach, smooth, shapely thighs, and the hidden paradise beneath her thin summer clothes—all brushed against Qiao San’s masculine frame.

A tingling sensation like an electric shock spread through their bodies. Qiao San felt his mind heat up, his spine tingle, and the manhood between his legs awaken like a dragon rising. In an instant, it stiffened and pressed firmly against Qing Niang’s abdomen.

“Ahh…” A moan mixed with surprise finally escaped Qing Niang’s lips. The thin layers of clothing could not block the searing heat. Sensitive and delicate, she could clearly feel the shape of the man’s hardness, its proud angle and unyielding firmness.

Oh heavens, so big, so long… just like that day when she had seen it… Oh no! What was she thinking? How could she be so shameless?

Clamping her teeth tightly, Qing Niang pinched herself hard with her fingers, finally snapping herself out of her daze. She could only wish for the couple outside to leave quickly.

“Huh, what was that sound? Did you hear it?” In the center of the hall, the nun listened cautiously. An affair between nuns was unacceptable to the world, so she naturally had to be extremely careful.

“Heh heh… baby, I’ve missed you so much! Come here quickly!” The burly man emerging from the secret tunnel cared little for caution. Eagerly, he grabbed the nun, threw her onto a prayer mat, and began kissing and biting her passionately. “Baby, you must’ve imagined it. Come on, take off your clothes…”

A raw, passionate struggle unfolded before the statue, while the uncle and aunt behind it endured a torment of body and soul!

The continuous sounds of flesh pounding flesh reached Qing Niang’s ears. Instinctively, she withdrew her small hands that had been resting on Qiao San’s chest. Although she covered her ears, her delicate body involuntarily pressed closer.

This sudden movement caused her full, perky breasts to press heavily against Qiao San’s chest, her soft, full bosom spreading outward. The hardened pink nipples, already erect, clearly pressed against Qiao San’s skin, their sensitive tips fully feeling the man’s strength and masculinity.

Moreover, Qiao San’s thick shaft was first pushed slightly downward, then defiantly sprang upward. His extraordinary manhood, separated only by fabric, passed between his sister-in-law’s thighs and pressed against her lush buttocks, firmly lifting the exquisite beauty upward.

Qing Niang felt a hard, burning object fiercely pressing against her most private valley, then seeking out the soft crevice of her buttocks from behind. The dignified young wife’s heart was filled with shame and anxiety. No, absolutely not! Enough already, she mustn’t allow her young brother-in-law to continue…

Thinking thus, the virtuous beauty placed her hands back on Qiao San’s chest and pushed hard, finally separating their tightly pressed bodies. However, even with this small distance, it was practically nonexistent. The uncle and aunt remained extremely close, and the faint, intermittent touches became even more tantalizingly ambiguous.

“Sister-in-law…” Qiao San’s voice had already changed, hoarse and passionate, filled with both guilt and excitement. Never had he imagined he would have such intimate contact with his beautiful sister-in-law. This excitement was incomparable to the mere act of peeping!

“San… San Di, stay calm…” Qing Niang had just tried to extinguish Qiao San’s passion with a cold gaze when, unexpectedly, the passionate cries from outside surged in again. The loud sounds of flesh colliding like thunderclaps struck the uncle and aunt’s hearts repeatedly!

“Sister-in-law, you’re so beautiful!” This sentence had lingered in Qiao San’s heart for years. At this moment, it finally poured into Qing Niang’s heart, spoken in a daze. Along with his words, Qiao San’s large hand began to explore his sister-in-law’s buttocks.

His fingers pressed onto the smooth, tender flesh of her hips, pressing deeply. At once, a soul-stealing “whirlpool” sucked away his spirit.

“Swish—” As his fingers relaxed, the fragrant, soft flesh sprang back. Although the whirlpool vanished, the intoxicating undulations of her hips continued in endless waves—layer upon layer… intensely seductive!