That year, as my junior year ended and I was about to enter my senior year, Xiao Yue and I had been dating for over two years. Logically, it was time to meet the elders. During summer vacation, I suggested visiting her home in W City, Zhejiang Province, and Xiao Yue readily agreed.
Meeting my future in-laws for the first time, I couldn't help but be nervous. I specifically went to the barbershop for a haircut and bought a few fresh-looking clothes. Seeing me as if facing a formidable enemy, Xiaoyue teased with a smile, 'Feng, my parents are very easygoing, they won't eat you.'
Passenger traffic from Chongqing to W City was heavy, and sleeper tickets were hard to buy. A standing-room ticket for a journey of more than twenty hours would definitely be unbearable, so as soon as we got on the train we squeezed toward the dining car to buy an upgrade ticket. The carriage was crowded, and I held Xiao Yue’s hand as I sidled forward. She dragged her suitcase with one hand and held mine with the other; the pair of firm breasts on her chest occasionally collided with people around us. I deliberately slowed down, watching those “accidental” brushes out of the corner of my eye, and an indescribable excitement actually rose in my heart.
A bearded man in his thirties stood with his arms crossed in the aisle. When Xiaoyue passed by, he pretended to step aside, but his arm firmly brushed against her chest. I deliberately stumbled underfoot, making Xiaoyue’s body press against him even harder. By the time we got to the dining car, her collar was already a bit disheveled.
The sleeper car was relatively quiet, and the trip passed without incident. After we left W City Railway Station, the bustle and prosperity of the city hit us full in the face. After getting on the bus to Xiaoyue's house, more and more people got on. We boarded at the starting stop and had seats, but it quickly filled up with standing passengers. I noticed a slightly sleazy middle-aged man behind and to the side of us, his gaze always lingering on the neckline of Xiaoyue's loose round-neck T-shirt. The bus jolted, and gaps in the neckline kept showing; from his elevated angle, he could clearly see.
Later, an elderly couple came aboard, and we got up to give them our seats. Only after standing did we truly realize how crowded it was. The man somehow squeezed behind Xiao Yue, pressed tightly against her, his waist thrusting forward again and again. Xiao Yue was wearing a thin short skirt, and the flesh of her hips was separated from his by only a few layers of cloth. At first she thought it was just because of the crowding, but by the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late. The man wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, pressed his whole body against her and rubbed against her, even leaning close to her ear to whisper something. Xiao Yue turned and glared at him, but could not stop that hand from climbing onto her chest and kneading it through her clothes. She struggled hard, yet in others' eyes it looked as if she were holding the man's hand herself.
I watched with blood boiling, yet worried things might escalate. When I squeezed over to warn with my eyes, the man hurriedly let go and quickly got off at the next stop, slipping away. Xiaoyue looked somewhat downcast. I resisted the urge to question further, focusing first on the upcoming meeting with her parents.
Xiaoyue's home is a duplex in a good location. The door was opened by a beautiful middle-aged woman in her forties, Xiaoyue's mother. She welcomed us in and called upstairs for Xiaoyue's father. The father was tall, with bronze skin and sharp eyes, clearly having served in the military. I proactively shook hands and introduced myself; he was amiable, becoming more familiar when basketball was mentioned.
The dinner was sumptuous, and the atmosphere was harmonious. After the meal, I helped with the cleanup, but Xiao Yue gently pushed me away, saying, 'A man shouldn't do this.' That sentence warmed my heart. Around nine in the evening, Uncle and Aunt went back to their room to rest. I lay in the guest room for a long time, unable to fall asleep, missing Xiao Yue's warmth, so I quietly slipped into her room.
The door wasn't locked. Xiaoyue pretended to sleep with her back to the door. I hugged her from behind and tickled her, and she couldn't help but laugh. Soon the atmosphere changed; I turned over and pressed down to kiss her. At first, she reminded me to be careful not to be heard by her parents, but her body gradually softened. While caressing her, I kept asking for details about what happened on the bus that afternoon. Xiaoyue blushed and haltingly described how that person pressed against her from behind, rubbed, reached into her clothes to knead, and even pushed against her through her panties. Those images fueled my desire intensely, and in the end, I couldn't resist entering her, using the passion of the moment to override the restlessness of the day. When it was over, she leaned against my chest and whispered, 'Just this once,' then pushed me back to my own room.
The next morning, Xiao Yue's father mentioned that Uncle Li would be coming for dinner that night. Xiao Yue explained he was a comrade from her father's army days, they'd known each other for over thirty years, were very close, and he rarely came to W City. We went to the market to buy groceries. When Xiao Yue bent over to pick things, her wide-necked T-shirt and tight jeans inevitably revealed a bit, attracting many glances. Watching this stirred another wave of complex excitement in me.
In the evening Uncle Li arrived. He pushed a stroller, and inside was his fifteen-month-old grandson Beibei. Uncle Li was also broad-shouldered and strong; when he saw Xiaoyue, his eyes lit up, and he praised her for becoming more and more beautiful. Xiaoyue picked up Beibei affectionately, but the little one suddenly bit down and began sucking at her chest, wetting a small patch of her T-shirt. The scene was somewhat awkward. Uncle Li hurriedly took the child away, but his gaze furtively swept across Xiaoyue's chest.
At the dinner table, father and Uncle Li were drinking heavily, and Xiao Yue and I also had a few glasses. As the alcohol kicked in later, Xiao Yue fell asleep leaning on the sofa, and father was even more drunk and unconscious. Uncle Li seemed to still be holding up; after helping me upstairs, he said he would take Xiao Yue back to her room.
Not long after I returned to my room, I felt uneasy. I quietly went out and found Xiao Yue's door slightly ajar. Through the crack, I saw Uncle Li sitting by the bed, gazing at Xiao Yue, who had already changed into pajamas. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, gradually moving to her lips, his tongue probing in. His hands also began to wander, sliding from her face to her chest, kneading through her pajamas, then reaching inside her clothes to push aside her bra and directly touch her skin. His other hand slipped into her pajama pants, his movements growing more intense. Xiao Yue, half-asleep, thought it was me and murmured, 'Tomorrow...' When she finally opened her eyes and saw it was Uncle Li, she was so frightened she tried to scream, but he covered her mouth.
Uncle Li whispered, urging her not to alarm the family, while his fingers quickened their movements. Xiao Yue's body went limp, and her resistance gradually weakened. Uncle Li simply picked her up horizontally and carried her downstairs back to his own room. My heart pounding with fear, I followed to the door. Through the crack, I saw Xiao Yue had already been stripped naked, only her discarded clothes left beside her. After undressing, Uncle Li revealed a robust body and an astonishingly large organ, then pressed down on her.
Xiaoyue cried, begging him to stop, but was forcibly entered. The large size made her moan in pain. Uncle Li ignored her pleas, began thrusting, uttering vulgar praises. Xiaoyue gradually shifted from pain to sobbing moans, her body reacting under alcohol and stimulation. Uncle Li changed positions—from behind, sideways—each time going deep. Later, Xiaoyue was dazed, even asked to clean with her mouth. Only after finishing did Uncle Li stop.
I quietly returned to my room, my emotions extremely complex. Excitement, anger, and guilt were all mixed together. In the end, I could only take care of it myself once before falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning when I woke up again, it wasn't yet dawn. I couldn't help but go downstairs to check. Xiaoyue's voice came from Uncle Li's room again. She was lying on her side, Uncle Li entering her from behind, his hand still kneading her chest. Xiaoyue complained he was too much, but Uncle Li said once wasn't enough, he wanted her body to remember. They did it again, and this time Uncle Li didn't pull out, directly ejaculating inside. Xiaoyue cried, begging him not to, but was powerless to stop him.
At noon, Uncle Li took his leave. Father even warmly told him to come often. Uncle Li smiled and said that in the future he would bring his business to W City, so they could meet often.
After the guests left, peace returned to the house. Xiao Yue seemed somewhat absent-minded all day, and her walking posture was slightly unnatural. I pretended not to notice anything, talking with her, watching TV, but I didn't go to her room again that night.
In the dead of night, I lie in bed and think back to everything that happened these past two days. The harassment on the bus, crossing the line at night, the continuation in the morning... Xiaoyue's body went through too much in such a short time. And I, as her official boyfriend, derived twisted pleasure from peeping, and even failed to truly stop it.
This family visit trip, originally just an ordinary itinerary to meet the parents, has completely changed something. Will Xiao Yue still trust me like before? How should I face her, and face that dark excitement within my own heart?
The answer might not be revealed until much later. And at this moment, the summer night breeze blew in from the window, carrying a hint of barely perceptible coolness.
That night I barely slept. My mind kept replaying the scene from Uncle Li's room: Xiaoyue's naked body, her suppressed sobs, Uncle Li's heavy panting, and that final phrase, 'make her body remember.' These images were terrifyingly clear, and so stimulating I got hard again and again. I ended up taking care of it myself twice before finally closing my eyes just before dawn.
The next morning at breakfast, the atmosphere was somewhat delicate.
Xiaoyue was clearly not in good spirits, with slight bloodshot eyes and a slower pace than usual when walking. She helped her mother serve porridge and pick up dishes, but her movements seemed somewhat absent-minded. Her father, on the other hand, had fully regained his energy and was still chatting with her mother about how much fun he had drinking with Uncle Li last night. I sat to the side, trying hard to appear normal, but couldn't help glancing at Xiaoyue out of the corner of my eye.
Once, she looked up and met my gaze. In that instant, a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes before she quickly looked down again. My heart tightened sharply—had she noticed something? Or was she simply feeling guilty because of last night's events?
After the meal, father went for a walk in the neighborhood, and mother went into the kitchen to clean up. Only Xiao Yue and I were left in the living room.
The silence lasted a long time.
In the end, she spoke first, her voice very low: 'Feng... did you hear anything last night?'
My heart skipped a beat, and I forced myself to stay calm: 'Hear what? I drank too much and fell asleep as soon as I lay down. What's wrong?'
Xiaoyue stared at her fingers for several seconds before gently shaking her head: "It's nothing. Maybe I'm overthinking it."
She didn't press further, and I didn't bring it up again. But at that moment, I knew some cracks had already appeared.
In the morning we went out shopping together. Xiaoyue changed into a loose long-sleeved shirt and long pants, wrapping her body tightly. In the past, she liked wearing short skirts and camisoles most in summer, but today she was completely different. Walking along the pedestrian street, she would occasionally unconsciously cover her chest, or avoid crowded places.
At noon while eating in the restaurant, she ordered only light dishes and ate very little. I tentatively asked whether she was feeling unwell. She just smiled and said maybe she had drunk too much wine last night and her stomach felt a little upset.
On the bus back in the afternoon, there were more and more people again. Xiaoyue stood pressed close to me, one hand gripping the hem of my clothes tightly. As the bus swayed, someone behind her inevitably pressed up against her. Her body visibly stiffened, and she subconsciously leaned toward me. I reached out to put my arm around her shoulder and held her in my embrace.
At that moment, she whispered, 'As long as you're here, it's enough.'
The voice was very soft, yet like a needle, pricking into my heart.
After returning home, my father received a call from Uncle Li again. The two of them laughed heartily on the phone and agreed that when Uncle Li came to W City next month to discuss business, they would definitely get together again. After hanging up, my father even told us: “Old Li is straightforward and generous, and he treats Xiaoyue like his own daughter. When he comes in the future, you two should get closer to him too.”
Xiaoyue lowered her head and responded, but her fingers secretly twisted her clothes tightly.
While washing up in the evening, I heard faint sounds of water from the bathroom. The door wasn't fully closed, and through the crack, I saw Xiao Yue facing the mirror, gently pressing her chest and lower abdomen, with a somewhat pained expression. Hot water streamed over her body, her eyes closed, shoulders trembling slightly.
That night, I did not go to her room again.
But insomnia became the norm for the next few days.
Every time I close my eyes, the image of Uncle Li pressing down on her appears before me. Sometimes it's anger, sometimes a darker excitement. I even fantasize about what would have happened if I had pushed the door open then—would I have exploded on the spot, or... joined in? These thoughts make me both disgusted with myself and unable to control them.
There was also a noticeable change on Xiaoyue's side.
She became quieter than before, and would occasionally fall into a daze. Once I hugged her from behind, her body instantly tensed up, and it took several seconds before she relaxed. At night, although she would still let me into the room, she was much less likely to respond actively as she had before. Sometimes, halfway through, she would suddenly push me away with red eyes and say she was tired.
I know she's forcing herself to act normal.
And I was also forcing myself to pretend I knew nothing.
What truly shattered the peace was a phone call one week later.
That afternoon, Xiao Yue went to school to handle some credit-related matters, and I was home alone. My father's phone was on the coffee table and suddenly rang. The screen showed Uncle Li's number. I hesitated for a few seconds, but still pressed answer, though I didn't make a sound.
Uncle Li's somewhat hoarse voice came from the other end of the line: 'Old Ning? Are you there? I just wanted to ask, how has Xiao Yue been lately? That night... cough, I mean, has she had any discomfort?'
I didn't answer.
Uncle Li seemed to think the signal was bad and added: "Tell her that I'll come to W City next month and bring her something. I left in a hurry last time, and there were some things I didn't finish saying. You can have her answer the phone too."
I listened quietly until he hung up.
At that moment, I suddenly realized this matter was far from over. Uncle Li obviously wanted to continue. And Xiao Yue seemed to have become an object he could demand from at any time in his eyes.
After Xiao Yue returned at night, I told her about the phone call—of course omitting the part where I eavesdropped, only saying that Dad mentioned Uncle Li was concerned about her.
Xiaoyue's face instantly turned pale.
She sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the bedsheet tightly with both hands. It took a long time before she said in a low voice, “Feng... if he comes again, what should I do?”
I sat down beside her and took her hand. 'What do you want to do?'
She shook her head, tears suddenly falling. "I don't know. That night I drank too much, at first I thought it was you... by the time I woke up, it was too late. I was afraid to cry out, even more afraid my parents would find out. Later he... he went too far. The next morning he came again, I couldn't push him away at all. My whole mind was foggy, I just wanted it to end quickly."
She grew more agitated as she spoke, finally almost crying as she leaned on my shoulder.
“Am I very dirty? Do you dislike me now?”
I tightened my arms, holding her tighter. 'No. You're the victim. He's the one at fault.'
But even saying that, the twisted excitement in my heart surged again. The scene of Xiao Yue being forced by the elder she respected, being penetrated, being ejaculated inside, clearly replayed in my mind. I hated myself for having such a reaction, yet I could not deny its existence.
That night we didn't have sex. I just held her until she cried herself to sleep.
In the following days, an eerie calm was maintained.
Xiaoyue began intentionally avoiding any chance to see Uncle Li alone. When her father brought it up again, she excused herself with school matters. I also cooperated, trying to prevent any possibility of them being alone together.
But Uncle Li doesn’t seem to plan on letting go easily.
Half a month later, he came to W City again. This time, on the pretext of discussing business, he stayed at a hotel in the city center. Father enthusiastically invited him to our home for dinner, but Li Shu said it would be inconvenient and instead invited our whole family to the hotel restaurant.
Xiaoyue hardly spoke that evening. During the meal, Uncle Li glanced at her several times, and she quickly avoided his gaze. After dinner, her father and Uncle Li went to the hotel lobby to smoke and chat, and her mother went to the restroom. Xiaoyue and I were left alone in the private room.
The air was terrifyingly quiet.
Xiaoyue suddenly grabbed my hand, so hard it hurt a little. "Feng, let's leave early. I don't want to stay here anymore."
I nodded.
Just as we were getting up to leave, the private room door was pushed open. Uncle Li walked in, with no one else behind him.
He closed the door, his face flushed from alcohol and openly displaying desire.
“Xiaoyue, come out for a moment. Uncle has a few words he wants to say to you alone.”
Xiaoyue's body stiffened. I stepped in front of her, my voice calm: "Uncle Li, if there's anything, you can say it in front of me."
Uncle Li looked at me and smiled. "Xiao Feng, some matters aren't convenient to discuss in front of you. Don't worry, I'm just concerned about her. I left in a hurry last time and wanted to make it up to her a little."
He took a delicate box from his pocket and put it on the table. “A bracelet, brought back from abroad. For Xiaoyue.”
Xiaoyue did not go to get it.
Uncle Li wasn't angry either. He just took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Xiao Yue, what I did that night was excessive. But you can't blame me entirely. Your body... it's really too hard to resist. I came this time to properly apologize to you. And also... to make it up to you."
His gaze openly raked over Xiao Yue’s body.
I felt Xiao Yue's fingers trembling. I gripped her hand tightly and looked directly at Uncle Li: 'Uncle Li, that's enough. If there's a next time, I won't be polite.'
Uncle Li was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter. "Good, good. Young people have spirit. Alright, Uncle will act like this never happened today. You two go ahead first. I'll have a couple more drinks with Old Ning."
He stepped aside. We almost fled the hotel.
In the car, Xiao Yue remained silent. Not until we were almost home did she softly say, 'Feng... thank you.'
I responded, but in my heart, I knew clearly that someone like Uncle Li wouldn't just let it go at that.
Sure enough, three days later, Xiao Yue received a text message from an unfamiliar number.
The content is very simple: next Friday night at 8, same hotel. Room xxx. Whether you come or not is up to you. By the way, that partnership your dad's company has been discussing recently—I have some connections. Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I understand too.
When Xiaoyue handed me her phone to see, her hand was shaking.
“He’s threatening me.” Her voice was dry. “With Dad’s business.”
I am silent for a long time.
Finally, I asked her, 'Do you want to go?'
Xiaoyue looked up sharply, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... what did you say?"
“What I mean is, if you think you have to go, I’ll go with you. Or... we can find a way to solve it once and for all.”
Xiaoyue stared at me for a long time. Suddenly, she smiled, a somewhat desolate smile. "Feng, do you know? Sometimes I really can't tell whether you feel sorry for me, or... actually want to see me get touched by him again."
That sentence was like a knife, precisely stabbing into the place I least wanted to face.
I couldn't refute it.
Because even I don't know the answer.
That night, Xiaoyue didn't let me stay in her room. She said she wanted to be alone and quiet.
Lying in my own bed, listening to the faint noises from next door—she probably spent a long time in the bathroom again. After the water stopped, there was silence for a long while.
I know, no matter what choice she ultimately makes, things between us can never go back to how they were.
That door, once forcibly opened, could never be closed again.
And the wind still blew in from the window, carrying the uniquely humid and ambiguous scent of a summer night.
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