After seeing Chen Xiao off, I bought a bowl of pork rib soup from a well-established restaurant on the roadside and took a ride-hailing service to hurry home.

I quickly took a cold shower to wash away the filthy smell, changed into my second set of clothes for the day, and packed the takeout pork rib soup into my own bowl and chopsticks. Ignoring the water droplets still dripping from my hair, I hurriedly headed to Song Yu’s house.

Before entering, I sent Song Yu a message asking if it was convenient for her to come in, and Song Yu quickly replied with a “okay”.

I entered the electronic lock code and pushed the door open. The spacious living room was completely empty.

I walked towards Song Yu’s bedroom.

“Ta-da…”

I knocked on the bedroom door twice: “Sister Yu, may I come in?” “Come in.”

I pushed open the door, and Song Yu was lying on the big pink bed, still wearing the nightgown I had left home, playing a little game whose name I didn’t know.

“Lin Yuan, come and sit down.”

Song Yu patted the bed next to her.

“good.”

I sat down next to her, carrying the pork rib soup.

Song Yu shook his phone at me: “Want to play a round?”

I touched my nose and said, “Never mind, I rarely play games.” Just kidding, I’m waiting to bring my mom lunch, where would I find the time to play games with you here?

Upon hearing this, Song Yu turned off her phone screen: “There are really very few boys who don’t play games these days.” I chuckled softly and didn’t respond.

Song Yu stretched: “From now on, you can come and go as you please in my house. You don’t need to message me beforehand anymore.” “How can I do that?”

Song Yu tilted her head and asked me, “Why not? Otherwise, why would I send you the password to my electronic lock?” I replied, “Alright, then I won’t be polite.”

Song Yu reached out and touched my bangs, asking curiously, “Why is your hair wet?” A rare and beautiful sight suddenly appeared before my eyes, making my breath quicken instantly. As Song Yu raised her hand, the neckline of her nightgown opened, revealing one of her snow-white breasts completely to me.

Her breasts were like snow-capped mountains or shattered jade, so white they shone and were almost cloying. Although not large, they were very firm, especially the slightly upturned, rosy nipples, which were incredibly alluring and aroused an urge to suckle them hard.

Damn it, I just ejaculated twice, and my penis is already throbbing again.

Could it be that in my past life I was a male prostitute in a brothel, born to satisfy women?

I discovered that Song Yu really dislikes wearing bras. I guessed that she had taken off her bra as soon as I left her house that morning.

Song Yu was completely unaware that she had exposed herself. Her warm fingers gently stroked my hair: “There are towels in the bathroom, go and dry yourself off.” I quickly looked away, not daring to let her notice anything amiss: “It’s so hot, it’s alright.” “Did you just come over from the shower?”

“Yes.”

I responded softly, “I smelled a lot of spices on me while I was making pork rib soup. I was afraid you wouldn’t like the smell, so I took a shower first. I was also afraid you’d be impatient, so I didn’t dry my hair.” Upon hearing this, Song Yu’s beautiful eyes flickered, a strange light flowing in them: “You don’t have to do that. If it’s delayed your business, I can order takeout next time.” “It’s okay, it’s no big deal.”

I brought over the pork rib soup: “Try it, it’s freshly made.” Song Yu took it with both hands, took a deep sniff of the rich aroma of the pork rib soup, and exclaimed, “It smells so good!” “Try it, I specially made these pork ribs, they should be good for your ankle.” Song Yu opened her moist lips and was just about to start eating when she suddenly stopped and asked me, “Have you eaten yet?” I chuckled and said, “Yes, I have.”

“It’s good that you’ve eaten.” Song Yu patted his bulging chest. “I was worried that I would eat your portion again.” Song Yu gently nibbled on the pork ribs, his white teeth cutting slightly as he ate with great pleasure.

She took a few bites, then suddenly looked around as if searching for something.

I quickly held out my palm: “Spit it into my hand.”

Song Yu mumbled indistinctly, “It’s very dirty…”

“It’s alright, how could a little brother complain about his sister being dirty?”

Upon hearing this, Song Yu’s eyes curved into a smile, and her red lips parted as she spat out piece after piece of bone into my palm.

Her oily red lips would occasionally brush against my palm, stirring a slight flutter in both of our hearts.

Song Yu ate slowly and deliberately, not quickly.

My heart was burning with anxiety; in a little while, Mom would probably have finished lunch.

Fortunately, Song Yu didn’t have a big appetite. She ate about half a portion of ribs and then let out a burp: “Burp… I’m full.” Suddenly, she noticed that I was there, and her eyes were filled with shyness, and she looked a little embarrassed.

“It’s so delicious.”

Song Yu rubbed her stomach: “But I haven’t moved all morning, and the food I ate this morning hasn’t digested yet. I can’t eat anymore.” “It’s okay.” I threw the bone in my hand into the trash can and walked towards the bathroom: “Eat as much as you can. Why force yourself to finish it?” I had just pressed the hand sanitizer a few times when my eyes were suddenly drawn to the laundry basket in the bathroom.

In that dirty laundry basket, there was surprisingly a pair of delicate little underwear.

I paused slightly. Didn’t I just wash Song Yu’s underwear this morning? Why is there another pair here?

The image of Song Yu leaning against the door frame with her legs slightly clenched together in the early morning flashed into my mind.

No way, is Song Yu that sensitive too?

Time didn’t allow me to think too much; the time it took to wash my hands was simply not enough for me to carefully examine the marks on Song Yu’s underwear.

My face regained its composure as I stepped out of Song Yu’s master bedroom bathroom. “Sister Yu, what would you like to eat tonight? I’ll cook for you.” Song Yu shook her head repeatedly. “No need, I never eat dinner.” “How can you not eat dinner? It’ll hurt your stomach.”

“If I’m hungry, I can just heat up the ribs you brought.” I hesitated slightly, then stopped insisting: “Okay, but if you’re hungry, you have to tell me.” Song Yu smiled sweetly: “Alright, alright, I know, you number one sweetheart.” As soon as she finished speaking, she waved to me, signaling me to help her up from the bed.

My heart skipped a beat. She could have done such a simple thing by herself, yet she insisted on asking me for help.

It seems that Song Yu has developed a certain dependence on me.

I put slippers on her delicate feet, then put my arm around her soft waist and helped her slowly stand up from the bed.

Song Yu leaned half her body against my chest, and she reached out her slender fingers to tidy the messy strands of hair by her ear: “I’ve been lying in bed all morning, I need to go to the bathroom.” “Okay, I’ll help you in.”

I kept my arm around Song Yu’s shoulder and my hand on her waist as I helped her slowly walk into the bathroom.

When I got to the toilet, I left without waiting for Song Yu to speak.

After closing the bathroom door, the sound of water dripping could be heard shortly afterward. At first, there were only a few drops, like pebbles falling into a lake, causing slight ripples on the surface.

Then the sound of water gradually became more rapid, followed by a splashing sound that lasted for a long time.

That was the sound of Song Yu’s urine hitting the toilet bowl. Listening to the increasingly urgent sound, it seemed Song Yu had been holding it in for quite a while… I listened quietly to the water’s sound, and couldn’t help but imagine Song Yu urinating:

Standing by the toilet, Song Yu lifted her thin nightgown, revealing her round, jade-like buttocks. As she spread her long legs apart on either side of the toilet, her two full buttocks also parted slightly.

Did Song Yu wear underwear? Probably not, since she doesn’t like wearing bras, and by the same token, she probably doesn’t like wearing underwear either.

Song Yufeng slowly sat down, revealing a mysterious pink slit and a tender anus.

I took a deep breath. If only she had sat on my waist instead of the toilet.

I will definitely fill her up completely with my own penis.

With a slight effort from Song Yu, a crystal-clear jet of water broke through the barrier of two delicate labia, shooting out from the narrow pink urethra and splashing into the toilet bowl. As time passed, the surging jet of water gradually turned into a gentle stream, long and thin, until finally it became sparse, crystal-clear urine droplets, falling into the toilet bowl one by one, creating gentle ripples.

As I thought about it, the scene of Chen Xiao losing control of her bladder from my licking reappeared in my mind. I have to say, the way a woman loses control of her bladder when she’s enjoying it is really tempting, adding so much fun and excitement to sex.