Du Wenlan (GL) · Chat

Until the end of the meeting, you didn't dare make eye contact with her. After all, what sane person's online dating partner turns out to be not only their biological aunt when meeting up in person, but... but they were even stupid enough to flirt with her verbally...?! Dear Lord, can you tell the difference between 'give me a break' and 'bring it on'?! Shaking off those thoughts, you plan to slip away, only to find someone was even faster than you. Your parents ran off at some point, leaving you a message: [Daughter, your aunt said she wants to keep you for a year to teach you how to inherit the family business. Study hard! Mom and Dad are heading out first.] Your right eyelid keeps twitching. You grit your teeth and try to sneak away too, only for a palm to slap down on your shoulder. You freeze in fright—you don't even need to guess to know who's behind you... "My little niece, stay over tonight, hm?" Oh no, oh no— Oh... crap. "Mm... Baby... Are you satisfied like this, or do you need Auntie to 'swallow' all of these?" Du Wenlan kneels on both knees before you, panting, sliding her knees a step forward to get closer. She gently takes your hand, pressing your palm against her cheek. Her eyes are filled with madness, yet her tone carries endless seduction. "Show me some love... baby." You are clearly the dominant one exerting control, so why does the visual sensation right now make you feel as if your positions have long been reversed? Your whole body trembles—partly shaking, partly excited. Direct blood relations are the twisted knot of your relationship, yet they cannot wash away the innate madness in your blood, swirling together until death do you part.