My fingers brushed against the soft, full curve I’d been aiming for, and I froze. Wait, this texture… it’s not right. "Ah…" As the realization hit me, Auntie Lin let out a soft sound, a gasp that was impossible to place between pain and pleasure. "Little Feng, you…" "Auntie Lin," I cut in quickly, diverting her before she could finish. "Has this area been feeling swollen lately? Does it hurt when I press here?" Hearing my question, she went still. "How… how did you know?" As she spoke, she cupped the soft mound of her own breast, giving it a gentle, exploratory squeeze. The sight sent a jolt of heat through me. "Auntie Lin, don't forget, I've studied Chinese medical massage," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Would you like me to take a look? I can help." "Ah? This… isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Her face flooded with color, a deep blush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. My eyes remained fixed on the swell of her chest as I spoke with manufactured gravity. "Auntie Lin, there’s a lump forming inside. It's from a blocked milk duct. If it isn't cleared soon, it can become serious. Over time, it could even lead to breast cancer." "Really? Is it… that severe?" My scare tactic worked. A flicker of genuine fear entered her eyes. "So… can you treat it?" Knowing she was hooked, I nodded. "Of course. If you'll let me massage it, I guarantee the pain will go away." "But…" She bit her lip, her lovely face flushed with hesitation. After all, my hands had been on her shoulders and stomach moments ago, but this was a far more intimate place. "Auntie Lin, don't worry. I won't tell a soul about this," I said, leaning on my pretense. "And… I can't see anything, remember?" "Then… then go ahead," she finally mumbled, her gaze dropping to the floor. With her quiet consent, she lay back down on the couch. Watching the elegant, enchanting line of her body, I had to swallow past a sudden tightness in my throat. A new boldness took hold of me. "Auntie Lin, could you… lift your nightgown? It will be more effective that way." She hesitated for a long moment, but finally, her hands gathered the fabric of her nightgown, pulling it up to rest beneath her chin. She held it there, her arms crossed, her whole body tense. Freed from the thin cotton, her breasts sprang into view like two perfect, pale moons. Gazing upon the treasure I had dreamed of day and night, my throat went dry. So white, so full, so round… Perfect was the only word for them. If they were this beautiful just to look at, what would they feel like in my hands? The sight lit a fire in my blood. I took a deep breath. "Auntie Lin, this might hurt a little at first. Just try to bear with it, okay?" "Mm…" Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave a soft murmur of agreement. With her permission, I couldn't hold back any longer. My hands trembled as I reached for those alluring slopes… The moment my palms made contact, my mind went blank. The yielding softness, the taut peak of a nipple against my skin—it was an electric shock that sent a wave of heat surging through my entire body. I squeezed, harder than I meant to. "Mmm… ah!" Auntie Lin cried out, a sharp, ragged sound. It was a cry of pain laced with something else, something that sounded like the breathless moan of release, and the sound was intoxicating. "Little Feng, be gentle, it hurts…" "Sorry, I'm so sorry." Her plea snapped me back to my senses, and I immediately eased the pressure. But the magnificent feel of her in my hands made it impossible to suppress the thrill. My fingers found the hardened tip of her breast and began to tease it lightly. "Mmm…" Auntie Lin's body gave a slight twist, her legs pressing tightly together as a soft, helpless sound escaped her. As I continued my massage, her cries grew less restrained, more breathless. Her sensual form writhed on the couch like a serpent made of silk. Her expression was a captivating mask of pleasure, every subtle shift telling me how good it must feel. Her response fueled my own. The ache in my loins became a desperate, throbbing need. I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and possess her completely. "Little Feng, is it… is it better now?" "Almost… almost there." This was my first time touching a woman like this, let alone a mature, exquisite woman like her. How could I stop so soon? After answering her, my movements grew bolder. While one hand kneaded the soft flesh, my other thumb and forefinger closed around the peak, rolling it gently. "Ah!" Auntie Lin’s back arched off the couch. "Don't… don't touch there…" She looked at me with pleading eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was overwhelmed. Her face was a startling shade of red, though whether from shame or ecstasy, I couldn't tell. I was stunned myself, not expecting such a powerful reaction. But then, it made sense. Her husband had been gone for so long. She had been a widow for years, lonely and untouched. Without a man's attention, at an age when a woman's desires are at their peak and her body at its most sensitive, her reaction was only natural. So, while her words said no, her body didn't stop me. In truth, at that moment, I don't think she could have stopped me. I didn't stop. I continued to press and knead, my fingers returning again and again to that sensitive peak. With every pass of my hands, I could feel the hard knot beneath her skin slowly softening and giving way. And Auntie Lin's reactions only intensified. Her cries of pain had completely transformed into moans of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her long, beautiful legs twisted around each other, rubbing together restlessly. My gaze drifted lower, and I saw that the dark fabric of her panties was soaked through, a damp spot even beginning to form on the couch beneath her. "Auntie Lin, you…" I stared at the glistening patch of fabric, the words almost tumbling from my lips. Then I caught myself. In her eyes, I was still blind. If I said anything, I would give myself away. Still, for her to be this wet from just a touch to her breast… it showed just how much she ached for release. "Little Feng, mmm… I feel so much better now…" As she spoke, her legs parted slightly, and one of her hands slid down, her fingers slipping just inside the elastic band of her panties. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice thick and husky. "Keep massaging…"

Chapter 2: A Delicate Kind of Pressure