Chapter 1. Spring Days (Slight H)

The school was closed for National Day, and on the afternoon of the 30th, after school, Chen Jiashu squeezed onto the bus home with her school bag on her back.

Originally, Chen Jinnan said he would pick her up in his car, but she refused, lest the old demonic woman rolled her eyes again when she saw her.

Her father, Chen Jinnan, was a standard soft-boiled man [1],  so if he had to pick between his domineering wife and his ex-wife’s daughter, he would naturally pick the former.

He had originally asked in a half sincere and half polite tone, so for her to be able to get home by herself worked out great for him.

Chen Jinnan then complimented her reassuringly, “Jiashu has grown up and understands things.”

Chen Jiashu ended the call and rolled her eyes towards the sky. She put the phone back into her pocket, folded her practice clothes, and placed them into her school bag. Halfway through zipping it up, she remembered that she had to take the exam this semester. She quickly raised her arms and took the compulsory mathematics and physics books from the shelf. Now, a stack of books filled her bag, which was not too big.

She picked up her bottle of water and carried it in her hand, “I’m going.”

“Bye.” Her roommate waved her hand and didn’t look up from her work at the desk.

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On today’s holiday, no one bothered to hold on to discipline, so Chen Jiashu arrived unimpeded at the school entrance. During this time, she attracted a lot of eyes. Shock, curious contempt, and even greasy lewdness, which she just pretended not to see.

Chen Jiashu had been receiving these kinds of stares for years, on and off stage, from people. She had gradually come to the conclusion that the best way to maintain sensitive perception internally was to be numb externally. This way, she was always able to cope with all the stimuli that the outside world threw at her.

For example, Chen Jiashu saw a Porsche parked in front of the school, from which Chen Jinnan peered out and waved, shouting with all sincerity, “Here, son!”

Following his gaze, Chen Jiashu saw Chen Du, who was ten metres away from her.

Chen Du turned his head and saw her too.

At the entrance of the school, they looked at each other for a few seconds. Chen Jiashu took the lead, pretending not to see him, and turned around to get on the bus.

She had never had much contact with her stepmother’s son. This year, Chen Du was in his first year of high school and happened to go to the same school as her. They didn’t know each other well; one went to school from home and the other boarded at school. One was picked up every day; the other had to take the bus home, so how well could they know each other? 

They didn’t see each other more than a few times a year, and even when they did, they didn’t say hello.

Chen Jiashu had been in this family for six years, but Chen Du had never called her sister.

When she got on the bus and swiped her card, she found a corner where there were not so many people so she could lean back. She raised her hand to wipe off the sweat. Her transfer to the subway was still six stops ahead.

Chen Du was holding the car door, looking at something with his head in a daze.

Chen Jinnan followed his line of sight and only saw a bus that had just left.

Chen Jinnan called out to him, “Son, what are you looking at?”

“Oh,” Chen Du turned back, “I’m not looking at anything.” He pulled open the door and sat inside.

The car was spacious and comfortable. The air conditioning was blowing, and there was the juice that had been prepared earlier.

Chen Jinnan, as usual, was concerned about Chen Du’s school life. Chen Du, however, had been talking less and less since he started high school. He spoke even less today, as he looked out the window with his drink. He occasionally answered with a few words and mostly returned a “hmm”. Adolescent boys were always extraordinarily difficult to get to speak.

“Oh, by the way, Jiashu is home today too.” Chen Jinnan glanced at him in the rear-view mirror.

Chen Du leaned against the back of the seat, still looking out the window, nodding his head with little reaction. “Mm.”

Chen Jinnan then left him alone and continued to focus on driving.

In the back seat of the car, Chen Du clutched his drink bottle silently.

Chen Jiashu’s lazy, cat-like eyes came back to him. They were bright and cold, frowning slightly with a world-weary attitude.

After a long time, they once again looked at each other.

Chen Jiashu had grown into a top-notch young woman. With her ponytail tied high and her pretty white face beneath her loose, flyaway hair, she was a beauty. Her apricot eyes and nose, coupled with her long, slender neck and beautifully straight shoulders and back made her a sight to behold. The two thin straps of her top dangled from the soft peach-like curves of her br*asts, exposing a large area of white, smooth skin.

Behind her were rows of camphor trees. She was surrounded by the shade of the greenery, standing curvaceous and blindingly fair.

When Chen Du returned home, he knelt down to unlace his shoes. He noticed there was a pair of size 37 shoes lying in the corner of the entrance hall, half new.

Wen Yun stood on the stairs looking at him with the usual pride and relief of a mother facing her smart and excellent son.

“You’re back? Just in time for dinner.”

She watched Chen Du stand up after untying his shoelaces, like a tall building rising flat on the ground. Had he grown taller again? During that time, at the beginning of the year, he had only just passed one meter eight.

“Mmm.” Chen Du answered and headed for the dining room.

Chen Jinnan came down from the first floor and was talking to Wen Yun about something on the stairs.

  

He heard his mother’s impatient voice as he passed by, “If you don’t want to eat, just don’t eat at all! Whoever spoiled the stink [3], let her stay in her room for seven days! “

Wen Yun came down the stairs with her sleeves flung out, and Chen Jinnan followed behind resentfully.

Chen Du asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Yun sneered, “Your father called her and she acted like she didn’t hear him. The missy is putting up a show.”  

She never called Chen Jiashu by her name; she always used “her” instead.

Pulling out the dining chair she said, “Don’t come if you like, three is just right.”

Chen Jinnan, after all, was weak-hearted. He said a couple of soft words before sitting down to greet Chen Du and eat.

“I’ll put my school bag away.” Chen Du turned around and went upstairs.

When he went up to the first floor, the door to Chen Jiashu’s room was closed tightly, and there was no sound inside.

After lingering for a moment, Chen Du went back to his bedroom first to put down his school bag, then came out to the door of her room and knocked on the door.

“Chen Jiashu.”

No one answered.

He paused and called out again, “Chen Jiashu.”

He reached out and was about to knock on the door when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind.

“Why are you standing at my door?” Chen Jiashu suddenly appeared behind him, her voice rising slightly, with a very clear, girlish tone.

Chen Du turned his head. She was still wearing the black camisole, and when she got closer, he realized he was almost a head taller than her. He could easily see the fair, plump bre*sts in the gap right in the centre of Chen Jiashu’s cavity.

Chen Du averted his eyes after just one glance and said, “Go downstairs for dinner.”

Chen Jiashu said, “Oh.” Her eyes rolled around, “Chen Jinnan told you to come?”

“What? Ah, no. “

“Well, got it.”

Chen Jiashu opened the door to her room and entered. She was shoeless, walking with a pair of white socks on the floor. No wonder there was no sound just now. Due to her years of ballet practice, she walked lightly. Her shoulders flat and her back straight with a pair of butterfly bones jutting up on her solid white back, fluttering lightly in Chen Du’s vision.

She pushed open the wardrobe door and reached in with her hand. She tugged a few times while taking off her camisole with the other hand. She turned back halfway through. Seeing that Chen Du was still standing there, she immediately pulled the clothes back, and her cheeks were stained with a tinge of red.

Her two eyebrows knitted together and she glared at him, her rosy mouth opening and closing as she said, “I’m undressing. Would you like to see it? “

Chen Du took three or two steps down the stairs, almost fleeing. His heart was beating so fast it was about to burst out of his chest. The blood flowed fast throughout his body, his vision blurred before his eyes, and the soles of his feet faintly tingled.

Chen Jiashu put on slippers and came downstairs. Her upper body was covered by a wide t-shirt with her blue and white school uniform underneath. Her entire body was very relaxed, like a lazy cat.

She sat down opposite Chen Du and served herself a bowl of soup. She placed it next to her to cool and picked up a green vegetable, holding it on a plate,  and eating it in small bites.

She ate as soundlessly as she walked. It was as if she were invisible, completely isolated from the conversation of the rest of the people at the table. Rarely looking up and eating even less, her chopsticks basically only moved the dishes on the two plates in front of her. She finished her soup, put down her chopsticks, and stood up, uttering the first words she had said since coming downstairs: “I’m done.”

When she was finished, she went into the kitchen to wash her own dishes. She dried her hands and came out. When she passed the table, Chen Jinnan called out to her and said, “You ate so little? Do you want some more shrimp? “

“No.” She didn’t stop. Instead, she went upstairs without looking back.

Chen Jiashu’s figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and Wen Yun’s blank eyes rolled up to the first floor: “I told you to ignore her. When she comes back, she puts on a dead face. Am I not giving her food or clothes?”

Chen Jinnan was busy peeling a shrimp for his wife: “Okay, okay. It’s just children. “

There was an incessant buzzing in his ears and the drunken goose [4] on his plate tasteless. Chen Du put the bowl aside. He pushed away from the dining chair, and stood up, “I’m going to do my homework.”

“No more food? Have another bowl of wormwood soup. Really, what’s the point of working so hard when you’re on holiday? ” Wen Yun helplessly watched his back as he went upstairs.

The door to Chen Jiashu’s room was still closed, and a ray of dim light leaked through the doorway..

Chen Du’s eyes strayed on her door for a while, but he didn’t stop. He returned to his room next door, put on his headphones, and spread out his books as usual. He did his homework until half-past ten before taking a shower and blowing out his hair. He turned his lights out and went to bed.

At two o’clock in the morning, he woke up with the urge to pee. He lifted the blanket off his bed and slipped on his slippers to go to the toilet.

Everyone was asleep at this time, and the house was quiet. The bathroom light was still on at the end of the dimly lit corridor. Apparently, someone had forgotten to turn it off.

Chen Du yawned, his eyes drowsy, and pushed the door open. The next moment, however, he jolted and froze in place.

Chen Jiashu, who had just finished her shower and was still naked, was also frozen.

She was a stone’s throw away from Chen Du, her face still flushed, with the egg that was stuffed in her lower body still buzzing.

The bathroom was quiet, amplifying the sound of the egg to infinity.

A moment later, Chen Jiashu pressed the switch off, pulled the egg out, and put it in the sink. She took her panties and bent over to put them on. She then slipped on her nightgown. She held the egg and placed one hand on the sink switch, turning her head to Chen Du, and said:

“Have you seen enough?”

Chen Du went to the ground floor to finish using the bathroom before returning to the first floor. The lights in the bathroom and Chen Jiashu’s room were both dark. He followed the moonlight back to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. The scene he had seen in the bathroom kept playing in his head.

Chen Jiashu was very slender, but not sickly thin. Her entire body was very plump and fair. Her waist was thin, bundled between the two plump br*asts and her full round buttocks.

Chen Du suspected that all of her excess flesh grew on her a*s. It was so round. The two globes of tender flesh desperately squeezed into the middle, forming a deep gap at the seam of her thighs. They looked so heavy that they looked warped with the pink x between her legs hidden. A thread was attached to the outside, and the vibrating egg inserted inside made her lower body shake and her fair buttocks tremble.

She propped herself up against the wall with one hand, her right hand gripping the vibr*tor and pumping it in and out of her hole. She pushed out her n*pples and played with them as she tilted her head back and half squinted, biting her lower lip. Her two slender legs shook as her m*sturbating hands played faster and faster. Her pleasure was so intense that she opened her mouth and screamed silently, her lips wet and her flushed face drenched from her org*sm.

The scene suddenly shifted as Chen Du held Chen Jiashu from behind her, pushing her black camisole up. His hot breath burned against her with his fingers pinching the red bead on her bre*st. He traced down her bre*st all the way to her a*s. The soft, full plumpness filled his hand.

He picked her up with one hand and pressed her against the sink, looking in the mirror at her flushed face and her two trembling bre*sts. He lifted her up a little higher and spread her legs, exposing her red lust-stained female centre in the mirror as well.

She was fully opened. He withdrew the vibrating egg from her core, bringing out a handful of clear fluid. Her hole was slightly open without the egg, liquid still dripping down, and her p*ssy stained red. Her eyes were narrowed and her clear voice was soft, charming, and cat-like as she kept calling his name: “Chen Du, Chen Du, mmm, come in, thrust in.”

She was wearing only an almost torn camisole, which had completely lost its function as a cover. Straps hung on the sides of her arms as Chen Du held her tightly. Her p*ssy was deformed by his fingers, and the red spot at the top of it was pinched between his fingers. He undid his k-strap and held the rising s*x organ and slowly inserted it.

Chen Jiashu swayed as he thrust incessantly, her two t*ts bobbing up and down like little rabbits. Her slender pronged legs hung off him, water still dripping down. Her p*ssy left a wet trail of water, as he pounded her again and again, causing her to close her eyes and shiver and weep, “Ah! I’m dying! It’s burning me to death!”

She came. Her legs flailed and her entire body was shaking. Her head was thrown back and she screamed as he pushed her down on the sink, red-eyed, and jerked her back, spraying her black camisole with cloudy white s*men.

Chen Du woke up with a start as the day dawned.

The room was bright and clear, the morning light filtering through the curtains. He sat up slowly, propped up on the sheets. His upper body reflected a long silhouette in the light.

So it was a dream.

Chen Du lifted the blanket, and his pants were wet.

He had had a wet dream.

 [1] Soft-boiled man- A weak-willed man/ a deadbeat man who sponges off of a woman.

[2] A phrase that refers to the hottest days of autumn.

[3] Basically calling her a “smelly girl” as an insult. 

 [4] Drunken goose is a goose prepared with red onions, garlic, bay leaves, cinnamon, and ginger mainly, among other common ingredients.