Chapter 65: The Unlocked Door (R-18)
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and orange as Kai walked out of the Academy gates. The heat of the day was fading, but the heat in his blood—ignited by Li Hua’s arrogant display in the courtyard—was still simmering.
He adjusted his bag, remembering his promise.
"Yun Xi," Kai muttered, turning his steps toward the residential district. "Study session."
He bypassed the grand estates of the noble clans and headed toward the clustered, humble rows of the commoner district. The houses here were small, built of wood and gray stone, standing close together like huddled sheep.
It didn't take long to find it. At the end of a quiet lane stood a modest, single-story house. A wooden plaque hung crookedly by the entrance, the characters [Xi Family] painted in fading black ink.
"This must be it."
Kai walked up the two stone steps. He raised his hand to knock, his knuckles brushing against the wood.
Creak.
The door wasn't latched. It swung open silently under the weight of his hand, revealing the dimly lit interior.
Kai stepped into the entryway. "Hello? Yun Xi?"
The words died in his throat.
The front room was small and simple, smelling of lemon soap and damp wood. But Kai wasn't looking at the furniture.
In the center of the room, a woman was cleaning the floor.
She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the wooden planks with a wet rag. But as she reached forward to scrub a stubborn spot, she shifted into a deep squat, her heels raised, her knees spread wide for balance.
Her back was to Kai.
She was wearing a faded, simple house dress made of coarse gray cotton. It was an old garment, washed so many times that the fabric had become dangerously thin, almost threadbare in places. And it was clearly too small for the woman wearing it.
The fabric strained tightly across her massive, expansive hips. As she squatted, the dress pulled taut over the curve of her buttocks.
Kai’s enhanced vision (Intelligence 11) locked onto a specific detail.
Right in the center of her rear, along the seam of her buttocks, the fabric was worn completely through. A vertical tear, frayed at the edges, had opened up from the strain of her position.
And through that tear, Kai saw skin.
Pale, creamy, plush flesh.
"She's not wearing anything underneath," Kai realized, his throat going dry.
Because of her deep squat, her cheeks were spread wide. Through the worn hole in her dress, Kai had a direct, unobstructed view of her asshole. It was a tight, pink pucker, winking at him from the shadows of her glutes, completely exposed to the cool evening air.
She scrubbed vigorously, her body rocking back and forth. With every movement, her heavy, uncontained ass jiggled like gelatin, the tear in the dress widening and closing, giving him a rhythmic, hypnotic show of her most private place.
Kai stood frozen, his erection from the morning twitching back to life instantly.
He cleared his throat loudly.
"Ahem."
The woman froze. Her entire body flinched.
"Oh!"
She scrambled to stand up, dropping the rag. She spun around, her face flushed with exertion and surprise.
"Who are you?" she gasped, clutching the cleaning rag to her chest.
Kai blinked. If the view from the back had been erotic, the view from the front was devastating.
She was older than Yun Xi—clearly her mother—but she possessed a ripe, overwhelming sensuality that the shy student lacked. She was gorgeous in a soft, maternal way.
Her body was lush. Her waist was not slim; it was thick and soft, with a little chubby roll of flesh that looked incredibly pinchable hugging her hips. But it was her chest that stole the show.
Her breasts were enormous.
They were heavy, natural, and incredibly loose beneath her thin dress. They hung low and wide, swaying heavily with her frantic breathing. They looked like massive water balloons filled to the bursting point, soft and fluid.
Because the dress was old, the neckline was stretched out. As she breathed, Kai saw a distinctive black beauty mark on the upper slope of her left breast, peeking out from the fabric.
"I... I am Kai," he managed to say, tearing his eyes away from her chest to look at her face.
She had a kind, round face with a small, adorable mole right near the corner of her lips. Her skin was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the cleaning, making her look dewy and fresh.
"I am a friend of Yun Xi," Kai explained, trying to sound polite despite the raging lust in his veins. "She invited me to study tonight."
The woman’s eyes widened in recognition. Her tense shoulders relaxed, causing her heavy breasts to bounce with a soft thud against her ribs.
"Oh..." she breathed, a sweet, relieved smile spreading across her face. "Yes... I remember now. She said that one of her group members was coming."
She brushed a stray lock of damp hair from her forehead.
"I am Xi Lan, her mother," she introduced herself, her voice soft and apologetic. "I am so sorry you had to see this mess. I was just cleaning the floor."
She laughed nervously, a breathless sound.
"I know it's not that big, and I'm a bit unkempt..." She gestured to her worn dress, unaware that her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. "But Yun Xi is in her room studying. She is always studying."
She smiled adorably, her eyes crinkling. "She's a good girl. Go on in."
She took a step toward him to guide him to the hallway.
"Here, let me show—"
She stepped directly onto the wet, soapy patch of wood she had just been scrubbing.
Her worn shoe found no traction.
Squeak.
"Ah!"
Her leg flew out from under her. Her arms flailed, the rag flying from her hand.
Time seemed to slow down for Kai. He watched as Xi Lan lost her balance completely. Her heavy, soft body tipped backward. Her massive breasts heaved upward, nearly spilling out of her dress, and her chubby, soft hips began the inevitable descent toward the hard, wet floor.