He Became the Aunt of His Best Friend after Waking Up - Chapter 5 - In the Kitchen

Chapter 5: In the Kitchen
Translator: Léon
Although he slept alone, Shi Chen felt it was much more tiring than sleeping with a group of people. He had a lot of topsy-turvy dreams; in the dreams he was bullied by anyone he met no matter whether they knew each other or had a close relationship.

He was so scared that he cried and wet the pillow.

Feeling at ease to pin the blame on womanlike Ke Zhen, Shi Chen got out of bed, rubbing his red and swollen eyes and yawning. When he came out to have a look at the time, it was almost ten o’clock. No wonder he was hungry. Chen yawned widely again, and still felt sleepy. Drooping his head, Chen walked downstairs. On sight of three people sitting in the main sofa in the hall, Chen stopped moving, being a little confused.

Two people he knew, but the other one he didn’t.

They were all looking at him.

“Do you know what time it is?”

Chen turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall, “09:53.”

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Yunsheng Liang had a look at Shi Chen, and then looked down again at his mobile phone, while Qing Bo and the other person said in unison, “Come here.”

What was happening now? Chen stepped forward in confusion and stood in front of them.

“Sort out your clothes.” Bo put down the newspaper in his hand.

Chen looked down at his nightgown, raised his hand to sort it out, and finally looked at Qing Bo and then the man sitting opposite him, with no concealing of doubts in his eyes.

The strange man asked Chen, “Do you know who I am?”

Chen stared at him for a few seconds, “Brother?”

The man looked at Qing Bo and sneered, “You told me he lost his memory?”

Chen hurriedly added, “I do have lost my memory.”

“Then how do you know I’m your brother?”

“I just lost my memory temporarily, but my brain wasn’t damaged. You look so much like me, and you look older than me. You’re either my brother or father. You can’t be the latter, are you?”

The strange man, “…”

Judging from the expression on the man’s face, he seemed to be about to kick Chen’s ass.

Chen subconsciously took a step towards Yunsheng Liang.

“Come here.”

Chen soon remembered that he was now Bo’s wife, and thought that he should give him some face in front of the outsiders, so a few steps up, Chen sat swiftly next to Qing Bo. Chen secretly touched his arm, and whispered, “I am hungry.”

“Then still sleep till so late.”

Chen touched him again, “I’m really hungry. I have a stomachache.”

Yunsheng Liang put away his mobile phone and pointed to the direction of the kitchen, “Go to eat.”

Chen was so hungry that he was nearly set to run to the kitchen. But Bo grabbed him by his arm, and lifted his chin to Liang, who then got up and went to the kitchen.

“This is your brother, Xun Zhen.” said Bo.

Chen sat back obediently and said to Xun Zhen, “Hello, brother.”

Xun Zhen frowned and looked at Chen for a while, then asked Bo Qing, “What does the doctor say?”

What did the doctor say? Chen quietly pricked up his ears. He also wanted to know what the doctor said.

“It’s a temporary syndrome. No big deal.” Bo gently hugged the waist of Chen, “It will be all right after a period of time.”

Chen twisted his waist uncomfortably and nodded with him.

Bo took a look in the direction of the dining hall and patted Chen’s waist, “Go to eat.”

Chen stood up and nodded to Xun Zhen, “Then you talk, I’ll go.”

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Chen dragged the dining chair out, sat down, and drank more than half of the bowl of millet congee. Then he looked up and asked Liang, “What’s going on? What’s Ke Zhen’s brother doing here?”

Liang pressed his voice down and said, “Mind your words.”

“Mm-hmm.” Chen stuffed a jade shrimp dumpling into his mouth, and said ambiguously, “What is my brother doing here?”

“Take your time.” Liang handed Chen a piece of napkin and whispered, “He wants to take you home.”

“Ah? That’s not good.” Chen struggled to swallow the things in his mouth, took a sip of the milk in front of him, and frowned, “Shit, I thought it was soya-bean milk. This thing tastes terrible.”

Liang reminded him, “Ke Zhen likes to drink milk.”

Chen Shi put up a bitter face, “It’s like diluted semen, and tastes no good at all.”

Liang, “…”

Chen wiped his mouth with a napkin and approached Liang, “What does Xun Zhen mean?”

“He wants you and my uncle to be divorced.”

“Ha, he’s on our side then! I’ll go with him!” As he spoke, Chen reached for Liang’s crotch and touched it.

Liang almost jumped up and said, “What are you doing?”

“Just have a touch.” Chen was a little embarrassed. “I had sex dreams last night.”

Liang blushed with anger, “What does it have to do with me?”

“I get hard. But I can’t make it ejaculate in the bathroom. It’s a torture.” Chen looked at Liang and said, “Didn’t we always help each other before? I just want to see if you’re hard, and if you’re hard, we can help each other.”

Liang moved back with the chair, “You restrain yourself a little bit!”

“It’s been a lot of restraint. It’s been long since I last masturbated.” Chen frowned and stretched his hand from underneath his nightgown.

Liang’s face changed color suddenly, “What are you going to do?”

“I found that Ke Zhen was really interested in your uncle. He just had his arm around my waist, and I almost didn’t hold it. Don’t be afraid. I don’t do it. I’ll just have a touch.” With a look of distress on his face, Chen sighed as he touched his penis, “To tell you the truth, your uncle is really attractive.”

“Really? Do you want me to help you?” Bo’s voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Chen’s hand shivered and almost broke his own manhood.

God damn it! This man always walked like a ghost.

“Uncle!” Liang got up, standing between them intentionally as a block. “We are just …”

Chen poked his head out from behind Liang, “Having a joke.”

“Hmm.” Bo said to Liang, “Get out of here.”

Liang stood still.

“What, you don’t listen to your uncle’s words now?”

Liang put one of his hands back and took away Chen’s hand, which was pulling his clothes. And then Liang silently walked out of the restaurant.

Chen got up and cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, with his two legs tense under his nightgown.

“What?” Bo asked interestedly, “No more touching?”

Chen closed his eyes speechlessly, held up the dishes and turned around to smile at Bo, “Excuse me.”

“Are you going to wash the dishes?”

“Yes.”

Bo nodded and stepped aside. With his head half bowed, Chen almost rushed out of the dining hall at the speed of 100-meter race to the kitchen. Chen finished washing the dishes swiftly. He then wiped his hands and turned around, almost knocking into Bo.

Chen stepped back immediately and stared up at Bo, “Can you stop popping up like this and scaring me?”

“Turns out you can really handle with the dishes.”

Was he kidding? He had been a dishwasher! Chen implicitly rolled his eyes, “Haven’t you ever seen a pig run if you really haven’t eaten the pork? How simple it is.”

Bo looked down at him for a few seconds and suddenly pushed Chen against the wall. Chen was shocked, and no sooner had the word “You” come out of his mouth than his nightgown was lifted up.

Qing Bo caressed Chen’s penis through his underwear. “You’ve been cuter and more diligent.”

Chen shivered and his face warmed up. “You … We’re now in the kitchen …”

“Not in the kitchen?” Bo bowed his head, brushing up the warm air across Chen’s ear, “Then go back to the dining hall?”

Remembering the scene just now, Chen’s face was even hotter. And Bo exerted some dexterity in his hands, causing Chen to frown and murmur, with his waist and legs softened. Holding Chen’s waist, Bo bowed his head and kissed the tip of Chen’s reddish ear, “So fast to have the feeling, huh?”

Chen did have the feeling and felt he was about to ejaculate. Damn it, it’s humiliating.

Qing Bo pulled off Chen’s underwear and moved his hands much more quickly. Sticking to the principle of “the less words, the better”, Chen buried his face in Bo’s chest silently, gasping for breath.

In the end, Chen ejaculated all on Bo’s hand. The whole ejaculation process took less than five minutes.

Getting back to himself, Chen pushed Bo away, covered his face and set to run out of the kitchen. But he didn’t know how Qing Bo could let him leave so easily. Bo turned around and dragged Chen into his chest by his waist. “So impatient to leave after getting satisfied, huh?”

His arm was like an iron clamp, which held him firmly. Chen struggled for several times and couldn’t get away, so he had to replied embarrassedly, “I’m going to have a wash.”

“You’ve made my clothes dirty, too.” Bo turned over Chen’s body and pressed him against the wall again. “Wait till later to wash together.”

This position was too fucking dangerous! Chen was strongly alert, “What are you going to do?”

“Hasn’t the school ever taught you the idiom that courtesy demands reciprocity?”

Hearing the unzipping sound, Chen was frightened pale and struggled violently.

Bo pressed Chen’s shoulder hard and held him firmly against the wall, “Don’t be afraid, I don’t go in.”

Chen almost scared to cry, “Whoever believes you is the idiot!”

“Don’t believe me? All right, then.” As he spoke, Bo squeezed one hand into the seam of his buttocks.

Chen shouted, “I believe, I believe! I fucking believe you, Okay!” Not in a hurry to draw back his hand, Qing Bo moved his fingertips around Chen’s anus and rubbed gently, making Chen tighten up his whole body and say tremblingly, “You, you keep your word!”

“You behaved like we hadn’t done this before.” Bo leaned over and stuck onto Chen’s back, saying with a slightly hoarse voice, “What are you afraid of?”

“That’s Ke Zhen!”

Qing Bo poked forward, inserting his erectile penis into the seam of Chen’s hip, “Ke Zhen?”

“No!” Chen almost bit his own tongue in a panic. “I mean, the person who has done this with you is old Ke Zhen, not present me!”

“Aren’t you finding me attractive presently?” Bo gently stiffened his waist. “So you just don’t want to do with me?”

“I was just saying.”

“Just saying?” Bo Qing again twitched his waist, this time with some strength. It almost broke in several times, scaring the nuts out of Chen. “No, no. I wasn’t just saying. You are really very attractive! I like it, but I’m not ready. You, could you stop poking … If you really want to poke, could you go down a little bit, and I’ll clamp it …”

It looked Chen was really frightened. Holding back his laugh, Bo blew air into Chen’s ear and patted him on the thigh, “All right, hold it tight.”

It took Chen more than 20 minutes to make him ejaculate. The skin on the root of his thighs was almost rubbed off. Chen bent down to pull up his underwear. As soon as he sorted out his clothes, Chen heard Bo saying behind him, “Very pink.”

Originally a little pissed off, Chen retorted on hearing his words, “If I hadn’t been with you for these two years, it would have been pinker!”

“You may have some misunderstandings about our relationship.”

Chen turned around and glared at him, “What kind of misunderstanding? Please don’t say you didn’t fuck me before!”

Bo looked at him and did not answer.

Inspired by his own imagination, Chen appalled himself by saying, “You, have you really never fucked me before?”

“You guess.” Bo left these two words and left.