Auntie said it was no trouble and then asked me how I had injured my leg. I told her about what had happened the previous night in the alley near the barbecue street.
Auntie lamented how terrible the public security in Shanghai had become, remarking that despite the advanced modernization, such incidents still occurred. She then asked to take a look at my wound. I told her it had already been bandaged by a doctor and there was no need to bother, but she insisted that it wouldn't hurt to check. So, she wheeled me into a private room, closed the door, and asked me to take off my pants. Blushing, I said, "Auntie, that's really not necessary."
Auntie replied, "How else am I supposed to check your wound? Should I cut your pants off with scissors? Or are you afraid I'll eat you?"
"I... I..."
While I hesitated, Auntie swiftly pulled my pants down, leaving me in nothing but a pair of gray cotton underwear.
Kneeling in front of my legs, Auntie examined my knee and said, "The bandaging is fine, but the disinfection wasn't thorough. That doctor was irresponsible. It's already festering, which isn't good for healing. Let me take care of it for you."
After saying that, Auntie turned around to look for tools in the cabinet. She was wearing a standard pink nurse's uniform with a matching pink cap, semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose on her legs, and pink cloth shoes. As she bent over, the alluring scenery under her skirt was fully revealed. Her buttocks were large and plump, resembling a ripe peach. The area covered by the pantyhose, like an absolute territory, had a deeper hue, and her white cotton panties were tightly stretched over her full mons pubis, with a few strands of pubic hair faintly visible at the edges. Seeing this enticing, voluptuous peach-like rear, I instantly became hard.
When Auntie turned around with the items, I hadn't had time to cover myself, so my fully erect penis, which was tenting my underwear, was completely exposed to her.
She froze for a moment, then chuckled, "You little rascal, getting turned on by your own aunt? Have you no shame?"
"I..." I was left speechless.
Auntie, acting as if nothing had happened, knelt in front of me and removed the old gauze from the wound on my knee. After examining it, she said, "I'll disinfect it for you. It might hurt a bit, so bear with it."
I grunted in acknowledgment, and Auntie began applying alcohol to my wound with a cotton swab. It stung, but I held back from making a sound. Then she applied a few other ointments whose names I didn't know before finally re-bandaging my knee with fresh gauze.
"All done! In no more than three days, you should be able to move around normally!"
After saying this, she noticed my dick was still hard and hadn't softened.
She flicked my forehead and scolded, "You brat, is your little brother still standing at attention for your aunt? Do you have a death wish?"
"I... I want it to go down, but it just won't."
"What do you mean? Shifting the blame? It's attached to you and under your control. If your self-control wasn't so weak, would it disobey you?" Auntie crossed her arms as she spoke.
"I..."
Auntie grabbed my pants, which were pooled around my ankles, and tried to pull them up, but they got stuck at the crotch because of my erect penis.
Auntie frowned slightly. "Hurry up and put it away. What's the point of staying hard like this?"
I didn't know what was going on either, but today my dick was unusually hard and refused to soften no matter what.
After a standoff between us, Auntie clearly couldn't just push me out without my pants on. To my shock, I heard her say, "Forget it, I'll help you take care of it."
"Wha—?!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"What do you mean, 'wha'? We can't just let you stay hard like this forever. If your penis stays engorged for too long, the tissue could necrotize."
"But... but..."
"I'm a nurse. In my eyes, you're just a patient. Don't overthink it. Besides, you're my nephew. What is there to be shy about? I'm not even embarrassed."
Without giving me a chance to respond, she gripped the seam of my underwear and, with a firm tug, pulled them down from my hips. My stiff penis sprang up with a "swish," nearly hitting Auntie in the face. Startled, she covered her mouth and gasped, "Wow, it's... this big?"
"I..." I stammered, unable to form a coherent response.
"Wow, I didn't expect someone so young to have such a big thing down there. I've underestimated you," Auntie said as she put on rubber gloves, examining my penis closely, turning it left and right. She leaned in so near that I could even see the fine pores on her face. "Goodness, such a healthy penis. You won't have any issues with fertility in the future. Your wife will be lucky. I wish you and your future wife a happy married sex life in advance."
I was stunned by Auntie's boldness. I had always known she had an open personality, but I never imagined it would go to this extent.
Auntie, wearing rubber gloves, stroked my cock a few times. "So many blood vessels, no wonder it's been swollen and hard all this time. No wonder it won't go down!"
As she spoke, she shot me an annoyed glance, then brushed aside a strand of hair from her forehead and began to move her hand up and down my penis.
"Ah," I moaned, lifting my head. Under the movements of Auntie's gloved hand, my foreskin slid back and forth, the head of my penis appearing and disappearing, the friction bringing immense pleasure.
Auntie kept watching my expression, a strange look on her face.
My cock began to twitch and throb, the blood vessels becoming even more prominent, the entire shaft turning a deeper shade of red.
Seeing that I was about to ejaculate, Auntie quickly grabbed a small glass container to catch my semen.
But just as the excitement reached its peak, I couldn't seem to release. My lower back felt intensely hot, yet I couldn't quite cross that threshold.
This felt incredibly intense—I could experience the pleasure of ejaculation without actually releasing. For most people, the pleasure of ejaculation lasts only a few seconds, but I could enjoy it continuously.
Auntie noticed something was off. "Wh-why aren't you cumming?"
All I knew was that I felt incredibly good, but I didn't understand why. "I... I don't know."
"Is... is it not stimulating enough?"
I was too overwhelmed to answer Auntie, feeling as if my entire body was about to burn up.
Seeing this, Auntie gritted her teeth, took off the latex gloves, and began stroking my cock directly with her bare hand.
The touch of Auntie's soft, slightly cool hand rubbing against the head of my penis and my foreskin brought an immense surge of stimulation. Within seconds, I let out a low groan, and my abdomen began to convulse violently.
Auntie quickly bent my cock downward, covering it with the glass container. Thick, white streams of semen spurted from the tip into the container. While an average person might release about ten milliliters, my semen quickly filled the fifty-milliliter container to the brim.
After ejaculating, I felt a mix of emptiness and indescribable pleasure. I couldn't believe my aunt had just masturbated me with her hand. I began to worry about how to handle the aftermath and how I would face her from now on.
Auntie blushed slightly as she looked at the overflowing semen in the small glass bottle, her lips parting slightly. I saw her throat move as she swallowed.
"You little rascal, you came so much!"
Auntie stood up, placed the glass bottle on the nearby table, then took a tissue and knelt back down. With one hand, she squeezed my cock, and with the other, she gently wiped the head of my penis with the tissue, cleaning off the remaining semen.
After cleaning up, she brought the tissue close to her face and sniffed it. "Goodness, the smell is so strong!"
She then tossed the tissue into the trash, tucked my dick back into my underwear, and helped me pull up my pants.
"I asked, 'Auntie, did you... often help other patients like this before?'"
Auntie shot me a glare. "You little rascal, what nonsense are you talking? As a head nurse, why would I need to do such things?"
"What about before you became head nurse?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"I... I'm just curious."
"You little rascal, could it be that after just one time helping you out, you've developed feelings for your aunt and are starting to get jealous now?"
Auntie leaned in with a sly grin, chuckling right in front of me.
"What if I have? What if I haven't?!"
"Don't worry, nothing like that ever happened. What kind of person do you think your aunt is? Why would I need to do such dirty, exhausting work? I'm a medical school PhD—after graduating, would I really come to the hospital to help patients ejaculate?"
"Then, how did you learn? Didn't you have any when you were learning?"
"Silly, don't you know there's something in this world called models?"
"Oh!" Even though I've always had decent intelligence, I don't know why I've been so slow-witted lately.
My aunt stood up and said, "Wait here for a moment. I need to go over there."
"Where are you going?"
My aunt picked up the semen bottle from the table. "Such good sperm would be a waste not to store. Wait for me, I'll be quick."
I stared blankly as my aunt walked out of the hospital room holding the glass container filled with my semen, then closed the door behind her.
Even now, I still feel a bit dazed, unable to believe that I was just masturbated to orgasm by my own aunt—with nothing between us but her hand.
The sensation was thrilling and addictive, making me almost afraid to dwell on it, worried I might get lost in it. The forbidden, taboo feeling of it all made my heart race and my chest tighten with anxiety.
A few minutes later, my aunt returned, and the semen bottle was indeed gone.
I asked, "Auntie, did you really go store it?"
"Of course. Why would I lie?" My aunt came behind me and pushed me out of the hospital room.
As we passed another room, a female nurse walked out. My aunt saw her and asked, "Xiao Lan, how is it?"
"Chen Xixuan is recovering well. She's mostly healed," the nurse replied.
At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I froze. Chen Xixuan?! She's hospitalized? Here?
After finishing her conversation with the nurse, my aunt was about to continue pushing me forward when I stopped her. "Auntie, did she just say Chen Xixuan?"
"Yes, why? Do you know her?"
"Yeah, she's my classmate. Can I go in and see her?"
"Of course," my aunt said, pushing me into the room. The girl sitting on the bed under the covers looked over at the sound. Though much of her face was covered in bandages, I still recognized her as Chen Xixuan.
"Xixuan, it's me, Xia Ming." My aunt pushed me to the bedside, and I spoke to Chen Xixuan.
"Xia Ming?! What are you doing here?" Chen Xixuan seemed surprised, but then she panicked, covering her face with her hands. Realizing it was pointless, she simply turned her head away.
Seeing her like this made my heart ache. After all, I bear some responsibility for her ending up like this.
My aunt tactfully slipped out quietly and closed the door behind her.
I said, "Xixuan, don't be like this. It's okay, you'll get better. Also, I'm sorry. I got you involved in this."
Chen Xixuan didn't listen to me. "Xia Ming, I don't blame you. Gao Tianjian is the real jerk."
"What did the doctor say?"
"He told me not to worry. It's just some superficial injuries, and they won't affect my appearance."
"That's good. You're still the most dazzling school belle in our school."
"More like a laughingstock. I've become an object of scorn for everyone now."
"That's just because they can't see your beauty. It doesn't negate how radiant you truly are."
Chen Xixuan suddenly turned back to face me. "Really?"
I was taken aback. "Of course."
"Then why won't you agree to be my boyfriend?"
"I... I don't want to be in a relationship right now."
A hint of loneliness flickered in her eyes. "You're just looking down on me, aren't you?"
"No, don't misunderstand."
"Then agree to be my boyfriend."
"I..."
Just as I was struggling to figure out how to respond, the door opened and in walked a middle-aged man with a prominent belly, carrying two bags in his hands. He ignored me and went straight to Chen Xixuan. "My dear daughter, your dad is here to see you."
A hint of a smile appeared in Chen Xixuan's eyes. "Dad, what delicious treats did you bring me?"
"Everything you like. So, I was only gone for two hours—you're not mad at your dad, are you?" The man sat down by the bed, took Chen Xixuan's hand, and gently patted her head.
"If you'd been any later, it might have been a different story!" Chen Xixuan's tone was a mix of pride and coyness.
I quietly watched the father and daughter chatting affectionately. Finally, the man noticed my presence. He looked over and asked, "Is this your classmate?"
"Yeah," Chen Xixuan hesitated for a moment before nodding.
I said, "Hello, Uncle. My name is Xia Ming. I'm Chen Xixuan's classmate."
The man froze for a second, then suddenly flared up, grabbing my collar and lifting me out of my wheelchair. "You're Xia Ming? You're the one who got Xixuan into this state, and you have the nerve to show up here?"
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