Daniel stepped into his room and carefully placed the bamboo stear atop a pot of boiling water, the rising steam curling into the air. anwhile, Tressa sank onto the bed with quiet composure, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on every movent he made.
"How long will it take, Daniel?" she asked with a curious expression.
"Just a few minutes Aunt," he replied calmly.
Then, without warning, a wild idea sparked in his mind.
"Aunt, can you help with this?" Daniel asked with a neutral expression.
Tressa leaned forward. "Of course. Just tell what to do."
Daniel instructed her to place ten at pouches on each layer of the bamboo stear carefully, while he held the top layer steady.
Tressa nodded happily and stepped forward to help. She lifted the wooden plate piled with raw at pouches, each dusted generously with flour to keep them from sticking, and placed them carefully onto the stear.
’Hehe... now ti to execute my plan,’ he thought, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.
Daniel waited patiently, his eyes fixed on her fingers. With every touch, a thin layer of flour clung to her delicate skin.
Once she had placed the final piece, Daniel closed the top of the bamboo stear and set it over the pot, allowing it to cook slowly in the rising steam.
"Thank you, Aunt," he said, gently taking the plate from her hands.
Tressa chuckled softly. "It’s my pleasure... Daniel."
They exchanged warm smiles. Tressa dipped her flour-dusted fingers into a bucket of water, gently washing them clean, while Daniel turned and walked toward his wardrobe.
"Umm... Daniel, do you have a towel?" she asked, her voice calm and soft.
Daniel grinned, as if he had been waiting for those words to leave her lips.
"Yes Aunt. Just a second," he replied in a steady tone.
Daniel took a towel from his wardrobe and walked toward her. But instead of handing it over, he gently caught her wrist and began wiping her hands himself, without saying a word.
Tressa smiled, impressed by his gentlemanly behavior. But then her expression shifted instantly. A soft blush spread across her face at the warmth of his touch.
’Mm! Why am I suddenly feeling so warm right now?’ she wondered, her eyelids fluttering half-shut. ’Fuck, my pussy... agh, I want to rub it so badly!’
Her legs clamped together, rubbing slowly and deliberately on pure instinct. Daniel sensed the sudden shift in her body, the subtle tremor rippling through her.
’Heh... just a little more marination,’ he thought, fighting to stay calm.
The steaming aroma of the at pouches filled the room in savory waves. Tressa caught the scent, but her mind was drowning in lust, her forbidden side clawing its way out.
"D-Daniel, I think the at pouches are ready," she stamred, her voice dropping low on every syllable.
Daniel lifted his chin, and their eyes collided.
Her body ignited in a swift, uncontrollable rush of heat, her mind howling for sex, but she resisted, clenching every muscle to stay calm, and forced her gaze away, fixing it on the bamboo stear.
"Not yet, Aunt," he replied warmly. "But you’re ready, Aunt."
He slowly closed the distance between them, then released her hand. The mont she lifted her gaze toward him, he was already poised to strike, swift and sudden, like a leopard stalking its prey.
*SMACK*
Daniel seized her mouth in a desperate kiss.
Her eyes snapped wide in shock as his lips crashed against hers with raw, unbridled hunger. His tongue plunged deep, claiming her in aggressive strokes that shattered her resistance.
She tasted him fully, the hot rush of his breath, the sharp tang of his need, the salty urgency flooding her senses.
"Mmmnh~ Mhnn~ Mmmh~" she tried saying sothing, but her muffled syllables were swallowed by Daniel.
’Ahh... what is this feeling? Why am I enjoying this... I should stop him, but—’ she thought, her hands hands shot up, then froze midway.
anwhile, Daniel slowly raised his hand, brushing it lightly against her arm before gently taking her hands in his.
*Chu~
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