The toilet started flushing, but after about half a minute, there was still no movement inside.

At this moment, is Song Yu pouting her ample buttocks, one slender hand holding the toilet seat, the other slender hand reaching between her legs to gently wipe her pink labia wet with urine?

Will that thin tissue be soaked with Song Yu’s urine, thus wetting her fingertips?

The more I thought about it, the heavier my breathing became, and the harder my penis got. I shook my head repeatedly to dispel the evil thoughts in my mind.

About half a minute later, Song Yu came out of the bathroom.

Her slender hands were wet, with glistening water droplets still dripping from them.

I helped her to sit down on the bed, rubbing my nose, and said, “Sister Yu, may I use your bathroom?” Song Yu looked at me with a slight reproach, “Why are you asking me about such a small thing? Just use it.” “The bathroom is such a private place, I definitely need your permission first.” Song Yu’s face showed displeasure, “If you keep being so polite, don’t come and bring me food anymore.” I laughed, “Since Sister Yu says so, then I’ll treat this place as my home from now on.” Hearing this, Song Yu’s tone carried a hint of joking, “Why did I give you the door lock code? Isn’t it so you can treat this place as your home? I don’t have any relatives or friends in Wanghai City, I have to rely on you for everything~” “No problem…”

Seeing that Song Yu was joking, I patted my chest and assured her, “Whatever Sister Yu needs, I will fulfill it.” Song Yu didn’t respond, but just gave me a slight glare with her beautiful eyes.

I closed the bathroom door behind me, and the moment I stepped into the bathroom, the excitement I had been suppressing surged forth uncontrollably.

I walked quickly to the laundry basket and took out the pair of underwear that had been eagerly waiting for me.

The underwear Song Yu is wearing is also made of ice silk, but it’s completely different in color and style from the one I hand-washed for her today.

With one hand, I pried open Song Yu’s thin underwear to examine it closely, while with the other hand, I guided the glans towards the toilet bowl and began to flush.

Sure enough, there was a dried smut stain in the middle of Song Yu’s underwear, which was quite conspicuous.

I muttered to myself, “So sensitive…”

Once we’re in bed, she’ll probably be another unsatisfied little slut.

I took a light sniff of Song Yu’s underwear. Although it wasn’t as intoxicatingly fragrant as my mother’s, it still had a faint fishy smell, the scent of hormones, the best aphrodisiac for men.

I deliberately tensed my waist and hips, making the urine flow even more violently, splashing and making a splattering sound in the toilet.

Based on the noise I heard Song Yu urinating outside the door just now, Song Yu should have heard it clearly right now.

I’m not sure what my purpose was in doing this. Was it to make Song Yu feel embarrassed on purpose? Or was it to demonstrate my powerful sexual ability by urinating?

As the urine gradually drained, my previously limp penis became fully erect, hard and thick, with the huge glans pointing upwards and standing proudly.

I shook my penis, letting the urine drip off, and hesitated before tightly wrapping Song Yu’s underwear around my large, burning glans.

The ice silk material glided over my sensitive glans, and the tingling, itchy sensation made me hiss softly.

The moment it was put on, Song Yu’s underwear, pressed tightly against the glans of my penis, was soaked with the remaining urine in my urethra.

However, I wasn’t worried at all. In such hot weather, Song Yu’s underwear would be air-dried in no time.

After pressing the flush button, I faced another problem.

I glanced at my erect penis, thinking, “I can’t just go out like this, can I?”

To avoid making Song Yu overthink things, I opened the bathroom door and showed half of myself, washing my hands at the sink while waiting for my penis to shut off on its own.

I washed for quite a while, and my penis was still erect and proud.

Song Yu’s puzzled voice came from outside: “Lin Yuan, what are you doing? Why are you taking so long to wash?” “Uh…” I replied awkwardly, “Washing my hands more thoroughly makes them cleaner.” After a while, Song Yu heard the continuous sound of running water in the bathroom. She seemed to realize something and suddenly shouted at me urgently: “Lin Yuan, you don’t need to wash my other pair of underwear!” At the same time, there was a series of rapid “thump-thump” sounds outside the bathroom door. My expression changed slightly. Not daring to let Song Yu see the scene between my legs, I quickly shouted loudly: “Sister Yu, don’t come over, I haven’t washed!” However, this sentence was of no use. Song Yu hopped quickly from outside the door on one leg. Her swift steps were completely different from when I had to help her to the toilet.

I frantically moved towards the sink, trying to cover up the prominent tent.

Why are you hiding?

Song Yu, not understanding what was going on, thought I was holding her underwear and pulled me over.

When she saw the tent I had created in my pants, her expression changed slightly, and her already slightly flushed cheeks instantly turned as red as a monkey’s bottom.

“You…you…!”

Song Yu didn’t say a word for a long time. Finally, she spat lightly, “What are you doing here?” I covered my still erect penis with a resentful expression, “Sister Yu, has anyone told you that many boys get… get an erection when they pee?” Song Yu turned her pretty face away shyly and saw the underwear she had just taken off that morning in the laundry basket.

She instantly realized she had misunderstood me, and stammered, “I…I’ve never had a boyfriend, how would I know?” I feigned shyness, “Sister Yu, could you please leave first?”

Seeing my expression, Song Yu suddenly chuckled. She was no longer reserved and gently punched my shoulder, saying, “What’s there to be shy about, you’re a grown man?” After saying that, she covered her red lips and let out a string of silvery laughter, then leaned against the wall and retreated out of the bathroom.

As I watched Song Yu’s retreating figure, a smile gradually spread through my heart.

Chen Xiao’s choice to bring Song Yu pork rib soup today was definitely the right one, marking another big step forward in winning over Song Yu.

I gently rubbed my penis a few times, then raised my wrist to check the time; it was almost 1:30 PM.

A wry smile crept across my face. My mother had probably already finished lunch. Oh well, since it’s already late, there’s no need to rush.

However, I still had to be attentive to my mother today, because that’s how the bond between mother and son can grow stronger… I only left the bathroom after my lower body calmed down.

Song Yu lay on the bed and played games again, her two smooth, bare legs stretching out from under her nightgown and overlapping, her injured little feet swaying in the air.

Song Yu didn’t even look up, his tone casual: “Finished?”

I gave a wry smile: “Sister Yu, why does your statement sound ambiguous?” Song Yu’s ears turned red, but she didn’t say anything more. I sat down next to her, leaning against the headboard.

He was so close to her on the bed to test her reaction.

Song Yu remained expressionless, continuing to fiddle with her phone.

A slight thrill welled up inside me. I glanced at her phone screen, then chuckled to myself, “Sister Yu, you’re already dead, what are you still doing?” “Huh?!…Really?”

Song Yu gripped her phone frantically, her pretty face no longer showing the composure she had just maintained.

I chuckled inwardly; Song Yu’s acting was truly clumsy.

Her beautiful feet traced alluring arcs in the air, and my heart stirred slightly. I boldly reached out and grabbed her injured foot again: “Let me see how your ankle is?” Song Yu’s body stiffened noticeably, but she didn’t pull away, though she uttered words with a hint of resistance: “It’s only been half a day, how much better can it be?” I reached out and pinched the sole of her foot, while my other hand gently massaged her injured ankle: “A little massage always does some good.” Song Yu’s bright eyes stared at my profile, silently allowing me to gently massage her.

After massaging her for quite a while, my fingers began to wander restlessly across the soles and tops of her feet.

Seeing that Song Yu still didn’t react much, I tentatively rubbed her cute, white toes slightly, and Song Yu still didn’t refuse.

Seeing Song Yu’s reaction, I became bolder. What was called a massage was actually a way of playing with her beautiful feet.

After I had had my fill of touching her, I finally put Song Yu’s delicate, fair feet back down.

Lying on the bed, Song Yu was clenching her teeth tightly, her blood-red face already as beautiful as a flower.

She suddenly spoke up: “You little pervert? Had enough touching?”

“Well…”

I hadn’t expected Song Yu to take the initiative to break down this ambiguous barrier. After a moment of stunned silence, I declared righteously, “Sister Yu, you can’t have misjudged me. I’m upright and have nothing to hide.” Song Yu retorted playfully, “Nobody believes you! You little rascal, you’ve been up to no good since this morning.” “Hehe…”

Seeing that Song Yu had taken the initiative to break the ice, I stopped hiding my feelings and chuckled, “Who can resist being so beautiful, Sister Yu?” I then swore with my fingers together, “But don’t worry, Sister Yu, everything I did was out of concern for you!” Song Yu rolled her eyes at me, “I’ve known you for half a year, and I’ve only just discovered how glib you are. Today I’ve finally seen your true colors.” I boldly took Song Yu’s beautiful foot in my hand and gently played with it, “Sister Yu, that’s not right. I’m just trying to help your injury heal faster.” Song Yu lightly kicked me, the action carrying a hint of flirtation, “Trying to take advantage of me, huh?” “I’m not trying to take advantage of you, I’m just massaging you to help you heal faster.” Song Yu smiled mischievously, “Then why are you holding my uninjured foot?” “Uh… really?”

I pretended to be confused and gently stroked her smooth feet with my fingers.

How could I not know that I was holding Song Yu’s uninjured, beautiful foot?

Song Yu curled her jade-like feet under the silk quilt—”Alright, you little rascal, you’ve taken enough advantage of me today, go back now.” “Well… okay.”

I reluctantly got out of her bed: “Sister Yu, call me if anything comes up.” “Do I call you so you can come over and take advantage of me?”

“Your understanding is too simplistic. Do you think I’m that kind of person?”

Song Yu and I joked around as we packed up the trash from her house and took it downstairs.

When I got to the apartment building, I couldn’t help but imagine what positions Song Yu would be in on the bed.

No, having sex in the wild with Song Yu seems even more exciting.

After all, he usually slept with either his aunt, Chu Ning, or other beautiful young women in their thirties, or Chen Xiao, a naive sixteen-year-old underage girl.

I’ve never experienced a 25-year-old beauty like Song Yu, who hasn’t completely lost her youthful innocence yet is still mature. I must savor the charm of a woman in this age group when the time comes.