Chapter 29.1 - Late Night Talk (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

Song Mo was twenty-eight years old and still unmarried.

He was not the type to indulge in carnal pleasure without restraint, but since the first time he had a wet dream, he had lost count of the number of times he jerked himself off over the years.

No matter how rarely he thought about such things, he was still a man, and it was impossible for him to have no sexual desire all year round.

But he didn’t expect the sensation of being touched by his niece to be so different from touching himself.

“Jin-”

“Uncle, what is this? How could there be a stick in the blanket? How strange,” Tang Huan spoke before he could stop her. When he dodged backward, she inched closer to him, refusing to let him run away. As for the ‘stick’ down there, she only held the front section without touching his leg, so she could feign ignorance and naively ask her beloved uncle what it was. Of course, this was because Jinzhi was an inexperienced young virgin.

She asked him what was that…

Song Mo was about to go crazy!

He wanted to leave before his niece came to the realization of what she was grabbing, but just as he reached for her hand, she suddenly pressed her index finger on the tip and rubbed it lightly, at a part of his body he had never touched before himself. In an unprepared moment, Song Mo uncontrollably let out a low, muffled groan.

That was a pretty nice-sounding groan!

Captivated by his groan, Tang Huan extended her hand and touched his leg.

“Ah, this is…”

She hastily retracted her hands, hugged his waist with both hands, and buried her face in his chest, feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to cry. “I didn’t mean it, Uncle. I really didn’t mean it. I just wanted to touch your stomach, but I didn’t know you were so big down there and accidentally touched it… Wuuu, Uncle, I really didn’t mean to do that…”

The softness at her chest was still pressed against his chest!

Song Mo couldn’t take it any longer. He just wanted to let it all out.

He grabbed her shoulders and tried to push her away. “Jinzhi, get up first. Un-uncle needs to step out for a while.”

Tang Huan hugged him even tighter, her voice pleading, “Is Uncle is mad at Jinzhi? Uncle, please don’t go! I really didn’t mean it! Uncle…Uncle… Please don’t abandon me. Jinzhi doesn’t dare to sleep alone.”

“No, Uncle is not angry. Uncle just wants to-”

“Ah, Uncle, why does this thing on your body keep poking at my leg?”

Tang Huan interrupted him once more, and her small hand gripped his rod again, tentatively drawing it towards her. Her voice was a mix of three parts crying and seven parts curiosity of a newbie. “Uncle, you are so big down here. It’ll surely bulge when you put on trousers, but I usually don’t see anything. Uncle, why is that so?” Her hand slid from the middle to the front, then back again gently.

Song Mo felt as if his soul had gone to her hands and swayed along with her movements as her hand moved back and forth skillfully.

It was a temptation impossible to resist.

Song Mo wanted to get up and leave while he was still barely conscious, but every time he made up his mind, a voice in his head kept telling him that since his niece didn’t even understand this, she’d have no idea what she was doing if he asked her to stroke it for him.

No, he was her uncle. How could he have had such a beastly thought?

“Jinzhi…”

“Please tell me, Uncle. Why is this thing so big? I don’t think it was this big in the morning… Ah, was it bitten by a bug and became swollen?” Tang Huan, worried, made the gesture of standing up. “Uncle, rest assured. I’ll light a candle and take a look at it for you. If it’s really swollen, you need to apply ointment right away!”

It wasn’t clear if Song Mo was afraid that she would actually light a candle to look at it, or if he was reluctant to let her hand leave him, but Song Mo held her shoulder in time and explained in a hoarse voice, “Uncle is fine, Jinzhi. Q-quickly let go of your hand…”

Tang Huan refused to let go, her tone anxious. “Uncle, you don’t have to comfort me. If you are fine, why is this place swollen? Ah, Uncle, it seems to be getting even bigger! Uncle, don’t frighten me. You are Jinzhi’s only family. If something happens to you, Jinzhi will no longer have anyone to rely on!”

She leaned into his arms, clutching his rod tightly with one hand and shaking him pleadingly with the other.

Song Mo’s final sliver of reason vanished with the rubbing of her chest, the grasp of her hand, and her cries of fear. After a few struggles, he told her the truth, “Jinzhi, Un-uncle is not swollen down there. I-i-it’s uncomfortable…”

“Uncomfortable?”

Tang Huan wanted him to say it more clearly, so she continued to tease him, “Is it terribly painful? What kind of disease is this? Don’t scare me, Uncle!”

Song Mo closed his eyes and breathed heavily. “I-it’s not a disease; it’s just very itchy. Jinzhi, let go of your hand. Uncle needs to go outside. I will be a-all right in a little while.”

“It’s itchy? Then I’ll rub it for Uncle. Don’t worry, Uncle. Jinzhi will definitely help Uncle relieve the itching.” Tang Huan pressed her body close to him and slowly moved her hand. “Uncle, does this make you feel more comfortable?”

The man’s body was tense like a string on a bow. The softness against his chest, the soft and gentle words that floated into his ears, and the movements that were supposed to be inexperienced but unusually sultry, all compelled him to hug her tightly. He just wanted to rub her into his chest and cover her mouth, so that she could stop talking. If she didn’t speak, he could imagine her as a woman he didn’t know in his dream, instead of…

“Jinzhi, don’t-don’t make a sound. Un-uncle is uncomfortable and doesn’t want to talk.”

His soul floated back and forth in her grasp, and his voice trembled along with it.

“Mhm, if Uncle is no longer itchy, remember to inform Jinzhi.” Tang Huan stifled her laughter. She stopped teasing him and devoted herself to the act of filial piety in helping her uncle relieve his itching. Of course, she didn’t forget to take advantage of him. Although she couldn’t enjoy this superb dish due to her untimely menstruation, she could at least lick him lightly to get a taste, right?

She kissed his chest, her little tongue flitting all over his body.

Song Mo inhaled sharply and put his palm over her mouth. “Don’t…”

Tang Huan’s muffled voice came from under his hand, “Uncle, when I had a cut on my finger as a child, you licked my wound for me. I thought I could make you feel better this way.”

Song Mo shut his eyes.

He did feel good, but he couldn’t stand the intimacy. When her hand touched him, it was just a touch, even if the place she touched was too private. However, if it was the lips, no matter where it landed, it would be considered a kiss. How could he let her kiss him?