Chapter 972 Teasing
In truth, Bella’s skin wasn't bad either, fair and delicate, but her face was marred with acne, unlike Audrey's smooth, flawless complexion reminiscent of the finest silk.
Audrey recalled how, ever since she made love with Kevin, the warm, viscous essence he left inside her seemed to work wonders on her body. Her skin had turned whiter and softer, her whole being glowing with radiance and undeniable allure. She couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and frustration. It was Kevin who constantly fondled her breasts and played with her buttocks, making them larger and increasingly sensitive—they even reacted to Bella’s playful touching.
Her mind wandered back to when Alissa first started her relationship with Kevin. She had transformed overnight, looking more vibrant. At the time, Audrey was bewildered, thinking Alissa had simply decided to take better care of herself, without realizing it was Kevin’s influence. Reflecting now, the whole male-female dynamic seemed magical. Audrey and her husband had been separated for half a year, devoid of sexual intimacy, leaving her perpetually stressed and unmotivated. Yet a few encounters with Kevin had revitalized her completely, lifting her spirits immeasurably. No wonder Alissa risked her reputation to maintain her clandestine affair with Kevin. Audrey had once looked down on Alissa for seducing a student, but now she had succumbed to the same temptation. Perhaps she had always been predisposed to such carnal desires.
"Alright, hurry up and take your bath," Audrey, flushing crimson under Bella’s touch and noticing the curious glances from nearby women, hurriedly suggested Bella move over. Once Bella had stepped away, she adjusted the shower to the right temperature and began washing herself. Streams of water cascaded over her milky, voluptuous body, shattering into glistening pearls upon the tiles.
The bathhouse grew busier, filled with the chatter of women. As Audrey washed her hair, familiar dialects filled her ears, bringing a nostalgic freshness. Glendor, nestled over a hundred kilometers and into the mountains, had a distinct accent. Ever since university, Audrey had spoken standard Mandarin, rarely using her native tongue. The familiar sound made her feel like she was back in high school.
Back then, she had studied in a county high school, staying in the dormitory and only returning home once a month. Her mother would stuff her backpack with food, worried she wouldn’t eat well at school, and her older brother would pedal her back on his bicycle. The roads were bumpy, and by the time she reached school, her bottom would be numb, and even her breasts would ache. Reflecting on those times brought a pang of bittersweet sorrow.
Lost in thought, Audrey suddenly felt a quick touch on her buttocks. Assuming it was her cousin Bella teasing her, she ignored it, knowing that reacting strongly would only encourage her. But when the touch came again, more insistent this time, even probing between her cheeks, she realized something was amiss.
Spinning around, she was startled to see a seven- or eight-year-old boy standing stark naked before her, grinning mischievously, his little member pointed directly at her. She let out a shriek.
Bella, hearing the commotion, came rushing from the adjacent stall, enraged. "Whose brat is this? How shameless! Call the police!"
A middle-aged woman approached, yanking the boy by the ear and snapped, "What are you screaming for? He’s just a child—he doesn’t know any better. What’s the big deal if he looks at you?"
"He’s still a child, but he shouldn’t be in the women’s bathhouse," Bella retorted, fuming. "Look at him—does he seem innocent to you?"
Indeed, the boy's shifty eyes were glued to Audrey’s large, white breasts, his little member standing erect. Embarrassed, Audrey covered herself with a towel and gently reproached the woman, "Ma’am, a child his age is already developing sexual awareness. You’re only harming him by letting him stay here. Please take him out."
The surrounding women all chimed in, shaming the woman. She shot them a venomous glare, dragged the boy out, scolding him, "You little brat, so what if her boobs are big? What’s there to see, you shameful creature? Get home now!"
Her own flaccid breasts swung like deflated water bags, eliciting a mix of laughter and pity.
Shaken, Audrey quickly rinsed the areas the boy had touched, dried off, and left the bathhouse. Bella followed, dressing quickly while giggling, "Sister, you’ve got quite the charm, getting groped by a little boy. I guess you attract men of all ages. By the way, has that cousin of yours ever tried anything cheeky with you?"
"Stop talking nonsense," Audrey’s heart skipped a beat. She hastily defended, "Auntie is very strict with Kevin. He’s an excellent student—he ranked top five in his class last term and first in English. Not everyone thinks about these things like you."
"So what if he’s a good student? Does that mean he isn’t attracted to pretty women?" Bella sneered, adjusting her bra. "Men are all the same from ninety to nine—they’re all perverts. I bet he’s had some thoughts seeing his pretty cousin. Unless he’s a great actor, be careful. He’s at an age where he knows a lot more than you think. Have you ever seen Kevin's dick? Is it big?"
"That’s enough! One more word and I’m telling Auntie," Audrey threatened, though her mind involuntarily drifted to Kevin’s thick, lengthy member. The memory of their passionate encounters left her abdomen feeling ablaze, her nipples hardening and her vagina softly contracting at the thought.
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