Chapter 682 Auntie, I'm Sorry
"Ah..." Kevin's face turned red as he heard Daisy's words, surprised to be caught red-handed again. He stuttered, "Aunt, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay," Daisy comforted Kevin, saying, "It's normal for boys your age to be curious about women's bodies. By the way, wait here for a moment." With that, she got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Kevin was puzzled, not sure what Daisy was up to. Hopefully, she wouldn't ask him to see her naked again or model some sexy lingerie for him to admire. But then again, Kevin thought he might be overthinking it. Daisy wasn't like Audrey; the last time she showed him her body was just to steer him away from the wrong path, not to seduce him.
After a while, Daisy came out of the bedroom with two thick albums in hand. Placing them on the coffee table, she smiled and said, "Kevin, these are my personal collections, never shown to anyone before. Not even Laura's dad has seen them. You're the first person to lay eyes on them."
Kevin was instantly curious about what was inside the albums. Seeing Daisy's encouraging smile, he reached out and flipped open the first art book. The first page shocked him—it depicted a naked woman, a blonde foreigner with a voluptuous figure, fair skin, full and firm breasts, lying on a soft cushion with her back and round buttocks exposed, exuding a serene and elegant aura.
"Aunt, what is this?" Kevin was astonished, seeing something like this for the first time. It looked like a photograph, but not as clear as a photo. It didn't give off the same lewd vibe as online nude photos; instead, it exuded a strong sense of aesthetics and artistry.
"This is a classic nude painting," Daisy patiently introduced to Kevin. "This oil painting is called 'The Great Concubine,' created by a French painter named Angell. The model in the painting is a concubine from the Ottoman Empire. This painting is his masterpiece. Look at how the female body in his painting exudes beauty. Western artists often start by learning to draw the human body because humans are the epitome of all things. The male body is full of vitality and strength, while the female body is graceful and balanced, representing the essence of nature. You need to learn to appreciate the human body from an artistic perspective, especially the female form."
Kevin felt a bit ashamed. He didn't expect Daisy to educate him using oil paintings. He lowered his head and flipped through the exquisite paintings, each one showcasing renowned artists' depictions of the human form. As Daisy quietly explained the names, authors, and stories behind each piece, Kevin learned to appreciate the essence of the artworks.
Soon, Kevin finished flipping through the thick art books. Daisy smiled and asked, "Kevin, what do you think? Any feelings?"
"Aunt, these paintings are amazing," Kevin's initial confusion and surprise had turned into a sense of awe. He didn't expect Daisy to teach him so earnestly. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I won't have wild thoughts anymore. I will study hard from now on."
"That's the spirit," Daisy said reassuringly. Handing Kevin another album, she blushed slightly and said, "You can take a look at this album too, but don't tell anyone, okay?"
Intrigued by Daisy's mysterious tone, Kevin opened the album only to find Daisy's personal photos. She was wearing only a thin red bra that barely covered her perky white breasts, almost completely naked below with just a small pair of panties covering her voluptuous mound. Her pert buttocks and long, fair legs made her look much younger than she was now, likely taken when Daisy was younger.
Kevin's blood rushed to his head as he looked at the photos. His body felt hot and restless, his manhood hardening. Although he had seen many nude photos of women online, those women were strangers. The woman in the album was sitting right next to him, alive and real, which made the experience incredibly stimulating.
Seeing Kevin's tented pants, Daisy's cheeks flushed. She had hesitated in the bedroom about showing Kevin this album of her personal photos from her younger days. But in the end, she had made up her mind. Only through this method could she help Kevin truly understand the female body and stop him from having inappropriate thoughts.
"Like what you see?" Daisy took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. "I had these photos specially taken by a professional photographer in France years ago. It cost me a fortune. Look at the play of light and shadow in these photos. The composition is truly ingenious."
Kevin had no interest in the lighting or composition. His eyes were fixed on the naked beauty in the photos, feeling his manhood getting harder and his body getting hotter. Strangely, he hadn't been this excited when faced with Daisy's naked body last time. It was looking at the album that made him feel uncontrollably aroused.
The photographer's skills were indeed exceptional. Daisy had a hot body when she was young, with fair and supple skin. The photographer had captured all of Daisy's best features, making every pose alluring. The slim waist, perky buttocks, large breasts, and long legs were all on full display.
What tempted Kevin the most was a photo of Daisy imitating the iconic look of the famous American actress Marilyn Monroe in a white short skirt. The skirt was blown up by the wind, revealing her long, fair thighs. Daisy's hands pressed down on the skirt, but a corner of her black lace panties was still visible. The half-hidden, half-revealed sensation made his blood boil, feeling like his nose might start bleeding. He thought Daisy was quite daring back then, daring to take such revealing photos. Even in today's society, few women would dare to pose for such provocative shots.
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