(CNY Special) Supporting My Cousin’s Wife
Author’s Note: GONG XI FA CHAI everyone, hope you all are having a good time celebrating CNY in your own way! Cheers to a better year for all of us, 蛇年大吉! As usual, if you like story, comment and interact, I truly enjoy writing for all of you.
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Have you ever felt like time just slips away?
One day, I was a kid and my biggest worry was whether my crush would reply to my text or not. Then, all of a sudden, I’ve crossed the thirty-year-old threshold despite feeling like I’m still a child.
Ok maybe not a child, but definitely not an adult ready to shoulder more responsibilities than ever.
That’s why even I surprised myself when I willingly took on an extra responsibility for one of my family members during this CNY. Of course, there was a catch to it which shall be revealed soon.
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As a new citizen of Singapore and an ex-Malaysian, the hard truth is that most of my family members and relatives are in Malaysia. Specifically, Penang.
Like every year, I returned to Penang to celebrate CNY. This year, it was a bit different. I drove my brand new BYD Seal.
When we rolled into my kampung, we caused a bit of a stir as my uncles, aunties, my cousins, nieces and nephews were all awestruck by the sleek design of the car.
“Memang lagi best than Tesla,” my 堂哥 mused after having a sit in my car, his eyes wide with admiration.
“你儿子很会赚钱hor，好命咯你们两个,” a few relatives chuckled, directing their playful comments to my parents, haha!
However, it was a young lady who was holding a baby in her arms that caught my attention. From inside our family house, she peered through the window at us before walking away.
“Oh who is that lady and the baby?” I asked, turning around.
“Who? Oh! You mean Ying Ying? You forgot already meh? She is Ah Kai’s wife and the baby is his son la!” My 堂哥 lowered down his voice and whispered.
The memory clicked
Ah Kai, the youngest cousin of my generation in our family.
Last year, he finally turned 18. Not only that, he also became a dad!
Ah Kai was never good at academics in school.
Hence, I wasn’t surprised when my parents told me he didn’t even sit for his SPM and decided to drop out to work.
What surprised me was the fact that he became the first among us in the family, to marry and have a child. I heard the girl, Ying Ying, was equally young as Ah Kai, also a dropout and that she had a bad relationship with her family.
Obviously, the relationship got worse after the pregnancy announcement. She had been staying at our family house since then.
To support his new family, Ah Kai like many of us from Malaysia, came to Singapore to find work.
I knew he had joined one of the hotpot franchises and apparently he decided not to come back home during CNY for extra pay.
There was something about Ying Ying which stirred my heart. Although, I couldn’t quite place why.
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At our CNY eve reunion dinner, I finally got a good look at her.
She wore a chic, burgundy-coloured modern cheongsam, the bodice was tailored to cinch at her waist, boasting off her youthful but alluring womanly curve.
Her cheongsam sides featured daring slits that extended high above the knee, revealing her fair silky smooth legs in a provocative yet innocent manner.
I found myself admiring her more than I should. I kept beoing at her breasts. I thought they were a good pair of either big Bs or small Cs breasts.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” I commended Ah Kai in my mind.
Despite her curves, upon closer look, her body frame was actually small and she was short, perhaps only 155cm.
At that point in time, I finally knew why she caught my attention.
She was the embodiment of 小只马, small in stature but with enough curves to have some good fun in bed.
At one time, I was pouring myself some water while standing just some distance away behind her. She then bent forward to take some food, I noticed I got a bit hard inside my pants and felt a pang of guilt.
Her bubbly ass wrapped beneath her fitting cheongsam, so tight so small so round so fun!
We exchanged a few words. I asked her about her son and whether the baby still kept her up at night.
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After the dinner, I gathered the courage to send her a friend request on Wechat after finding her in our family Wechat group.
That night, I felt like I was turned back in time, behaving like a teenager, stalking her on Wechat and Instagram.
I got so obsessed with her that I was jerking off to her bikini photos uploaded on Instagram, apparently taken from her Phuket trip with Ah Kai.
I savoured the thrill and guilt as I shot my load into the tissues.
And then I almost snapped my dick when I realised I accidentally double tapped on her bikini IG post! It was posted way back before she was pregnant!
“Oh my god, I must look like such a weirdo to Ying Ying!” I panicked.
But then, a notification - she had accepted my friend request on WeChat.
“I’ve really messed up this time!” I thought, not knowing what would follow in the next few days as things continued to escalate…
TO BE CONTINUED
(CNY Special) Supporting My Cousin’s Wife
Author’s Note: As you might deduce now, the story is inspired by my real life relatives. Young girls nowadays are so open and daring with flauting their bodies, I have so many dirty thoughts when I start to follow my much much younger relatives’ girlfriends on Tiktok or other socials. Young girls dayummm~
Chapter 2:
“Why are you stalking my Instagram posts?” Ying Ying texted me straightforwardly, though the sentence ended with a shy face emoji.
Suddenly, my instinct told me this girl might be a naughty one!
And actually I might be right, she was a dropout and a mom at 18!
I started to see her situation more clearly. She seemed to be be a playful and naughty girl, the type that was always looking for fun. Yet, she was tied down to being a mom at her in-laws house with her newly wedded husband working far away.
Her pent-up thirst for adventure must have been quite overwhelming!
“Haha 你真的是女大18变，忽然间当了妈妈后胸怀大志, Ah Kai is a lucky man,” I decided to tease her in my WeChat text, implying her breasts grew bigger after giving birth.
“Not so lucky since he isn’t even coming back for the CNY…” she replied. I was trying to read between the lines, was she disappointed or angry? Or perhaps both.
“Well, hope there is no other lucky man around when Ah Kai is not here!” I joked.
“做么这样问？Ah Kai told you something?” She asked.
“No, is there anything he should tell me?” I replied, confused.
She didn’t reply after that.
I then went through her IG profile again, taking screenshots on some of the stories she had compiled in the past.
I can now confirm Ying Ying was the type of ah lian that seemed to enjoy showing cleavage while simultaneously acting cute in most of her OOTD posts.
I had to be honest with myself. She aroused me so much.
As a 30-year-old man, an 18-year-old single mom sounded too much fun for me to miss out. I had selectively ignored that young lady was my cousin’s wife.
I wanted to push and see what would happen.
“Wanna go mamak stall together? I can drive you in my new car,” I sent her a text.
I could see her reply almost instantly but then the message was recalled. Her original text was “Ok!” but she removed it.
“Ok,” she sent again. Hmm, weird, wasn’t it the same text?
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Ying Ying texted me to wait for her at the back of the family house, she was coming out from our back door through the kitchen instead.
I kept quiet and didn’t ask why.
She sneaked into my car quickly and asked me to drive. I obliged.
I took a quick side glance to see what she was wearing.
She donned a red knit tank top with her school’s sports comfy shorts, screaming youthful and sexy energy out loud.
“看什么看, are my IG photos not enough?” She caught me staring and mocked me.
“看到他们两个摇来摇去，真的觉得青春无敌,” I admitted. Obviously, I was referring to her two bouncing tits beneath the body-hugging tank top.
“Ah Kai hasn’t told me before that he has such a daring cousin,” she said wryly.
My guilty got the better of me at that moment. I apologised as I knew I had been acting disrespectfully.
“It’s ok, 男人都是这样的,” she shrugged.
We reached the mamak stall soon. I then drove into a dark alley of a nearby neighbourhood, ready to park the car and walk to the place.
She suddenly said she had no appetite.
“Huh? Then I go dabao, you sit here and wait for me?” I suggested. At that time, I hadn’t fully understood the kind of tricks and theatrics she normally pull on men.
I swore I saw a tear dropped and slid down her face. I was aghast.
“大表哥, 你要帮我!” She pleaded and held my sleeve.
She then explained how Ah Kai actually was mired in gambling debt, which was the main reason why Ah Kai decided to stay in Singapore during the CNY for extra money.
She even claimed Ah Kai hadn’t been able to send money back for 3 months already, forcing her to borrow money from her own parents to cover living expenses.
She then leaned into me, sobbing.
“Oh, her hair smells nice,” I thought.
“Then how?” I wanted to help.
“Erm, you got Touch n Go wallet here in Malaysia?” She asked.
I nodded. Without her asking and saying more, I transferred whatever I had to her.
She was surprised when she realised I transferred her $10000+ ringgit.
“I hope this can help for the next few months at least, I also this will give Ah Kai some time to turn things around,” I said.
She bit her lip, wiped off her tears and nodded in silence.
“I am sorry for crying, so embarrassing…” she murmured.
Stupid me, I asked if she still wanted roti prata.
“You mean roti canai? It’s ok, 我哭到很累了我在车睡一下,” she lamented softly. She then lowered the car seat and proceeded to shut her eyes off.
I found myself staring at her chest heaving, the fair milky skin of her curvaceous cleavage, so naturally full, so young, so beautiful, accentuated further by her red tank top.
Seeing such a pretty and vulnerable girl lying right beside me, my emotion took over me.
I moved forward to give her a peck of kiss on her cheek.
She turned her head around, our gazes locked with each other. She took the initiative to sit up and kissed me.
I could feel her taking deeper and deeper breaths. Both our faces were literally so close to each other I could now recognise her shampoo scent being something floral, perhaps lavender.
As I was still debating if I should take the chance to grop her boobs, Ying Ying was actually more daring than I thought.
She had already put her hand over and started rubbing my erecting cock!
I guessed I still had some decency in me. The moment my cock was rubbed, despite how great the feeling was, I was worried if we were getting ahead of ourselves.
I asked for her to stop. Both of us were gasping for air, looking at each other in the eyes, observing.
“I go down eat first, I am actually quite hungry,” I said. She just laughed out loud.
Then, I forced myself to act cool and left the car to have some food at the mamak stall.
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When I got back to the car, she was no longer lying in her lowered car seat. She just smiled at me and then continued to play with her phone, like nothing happened between us.
I knew the dynamic between us had changed. I quite liked it so far.
I realised the guilt I had towards Ah Kai, was overwhelmed by the sneaky excitement that I didn’t know where it was heading to.
We drove back home, none of us said another thing.
As I was about to drop her off our family house, she turned to me and asked if I wanna come see her baby in her room.
I was stunned for a flash of a second. She saw my shocked pikachu face and chuckled.
“不要就不要咯,” she shrugged.
“要要要,” I desperately made myself clear.
Well well well, I guess game on??
To Be Continued
Chapter 3:
My heart raced like a schoolboy’s on his first date.
Ying Ying didn’t even need to tell me, I just knew instinctively to park my car discreetly away from the main entrance of my family house.
Then we quietly circled around to enter through the back door. We then tiptoed through the kitchen and the dining room to reach her room.
I could even hear my unmarried uncle snoring from his room, which was directly opposite of Ying Ying’s room.
“Whose room is this?” I gestured towards the room next to hers.
“Oh, papa mama de la,” Ying Ying whispered nonchalantly.
I swallowed hard. That meant that my 舅舅 and my 舅母, Ah Kai’s parents, were right next door!
The guilt and the thrill coursed through me like a cocktail of emotions, I pinched myself in the thigh, trying to anchor myself back in realty, unsure of where this path would actually lead.
Ying Ying didn’t even glance at her baby in the crib. She simply sat in front of the makeup table, head bowed, playing with her phone.
I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, suddenly at a loss for my next move.
“做么？你不是要看baby?” Ying Ying asked, not even bothering to lift her head to look at me.
Well, she was not wrong.
I stepped forward to look at Ah Kai’s son. The baby was sleeping so soundly in the crib. I then looked around their room, there was a tv mounted on the wall, and a huge ass portrait of Ah Kai and Ying Ying in their traditional Chinese wedding attire hanging over the bed, and some dozens of beer cans scattering around the floor.
At that moment, all my lust evaporated. I regretted being in the room.
“What am I doing in Ah Kai’s room?!” I silently berated myself.
Ying Ying walked past me, pulling her bra straps down from under her red knit tank top, manoeuvring them off her shoulders.
She tossed the bra onto her bed and then lay down with her back to me, still playing her phone like a typical teenager.
“…” I was at a loss for words.
“…” she said nothing either, her attention fixed on her phone.
“You don’t wanna bath?” I asked.
“I already showered before going out, and I didn’t even get off your car leh,” she finally looked at me and said.
“Should I go bath?” I asked, not knowing what to expect.
“不要，等下别人看到你,” she raised her voice, rejecting my idea.
“为什么怕别人看到？我们又没有什么,” I teased.
She rolled over, put down her phone, her elbows pressed against the bed as she raised her upper body to look at me.
She bit her lip. Her protruding nipples were noticeably visible underneath her knit top.
I shook my head. My lust came roaring back.
“你吃团圆饭的时候，我有看到你一直看着我，然后还stalk我的bikini照片, 你做么这么变态?” Ying Ying asked in a tone which I couldn’t be sure if she was serious or being playful.
“你不是30多岁了咩，你还喜欢小妹妹的啊?” Her question pierced right into my soul and somehow it aroused me even more.
I climbed into her bed, wanting to kiss her.
She avoided my kiss, so I proceeded to kiss her on her cheek and suck on her neck.
She was so petite and small in the bed, with me on top of her, I felt an overwhelming sense of empowerment. I wanted to conquer her.
I pulled her school sports shorts down and threw them onto the floor. I spread her legs wide open, the dark wet spot on her beige-coloured underwear was so inviting and provocative.
“湿到这样，很顽皮啊,” I teased.
She was panting but quiet.
Her hand slipped into my pants and she grabbed my cock.
“做么这样硬? 我还以为你们uncle软软的, ” She smirked and teased me.
I pressed her against my body under me, my hand extending down to finger her.
I still recalled her tightness, her juiciness, her smallness, and the sensation of my wrist brushing against her soft pubic hair.
At the same time, she skilfully reciprocated by grabbing and rubbing my hard cock.
“脱裤,” she whispered in my ear, and then she moaned as my fingers penetrated her.
She then put both her hands on my cheeks, holding my face in her palms, and guided me to suck on her nipple.
I thought her nipple would be brown since she had given birth. But Ying Ying was a teenager, her nipples were heavenly pinkish and succulent.
I clumsily removed my pants while at the same time stretching my neck to suck and bite her nipples.
She moaned so loud I was afraid my family would hear her!
“Shhh,” I asked her to keep quiet.
Ying Ying’s nipples stood so erect, her cheeks flushed with a deep rose hue, her eyes half-lidded in a haze of desire. She was utterly submerged in the sea of ecstasy and lust. Her body was radiating a raw horniness.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
As she peeled off her underwear, a glistening strand of moisture clung between the underwear fabric and her skin, like a thread in the morning dew, revealing just how aroused and wet her pussy had become, before being broken off alongside the removal of her underwear.
“Where does Ah Kai keep the condom?” I asked.
Then I saw her cute teenage face got close. She shut me off by french kissing me frantically. Her legs spread apart and wrapped around my waist.
I swore at that moment, she just wanted me inside her.
When I thrust my cock into her, it felt like the most natural and effortless entry. The squishy, watery, slushing sound eked out as I saw my cock slowly inserting her.
Her warmth and softness enveloped me.
I thought I was putting my cock into a warm and soaked sponge. With every inch my cock sunk into her, I could feel her juices rushing out, drenching her bedsheet below and splattering my pubic area wet and warm.
“Oh my god,” we both gasped for air.
Sex never felt so good.
By that time, her tank top was rolled all the way up to her collar bone. I groped both her breasts in my hands as my waist moved rhythmically.
I fucked her so hard that I thought she had disappeared into her bed.
She exerted every ounce of her strength to stop herself from moaning.
I lost track of time as I fucked her in the missionary position again and again. She had multiple orgasms, I could feel her vaginal muscle contracted and her legs trembled.
I could see her losing her mind and her brain melting away as I pounded her over and over.
She was a young girl, but I was a 30-year-old man that wouldn’t normally ejaculate that easy.
Yet that night, a godly combination of thrill, guilt and the pure awesomeness of the sex itself, fucking Ying Ying with their wedding portrait in front of me, helped me reach my climax.
I pulled out in time and ejaculated into the air like I was a conqueror.
I hadn’t ejaculated that hard before in my life.
My cum rained across the bed as I swung my cock away.
Unfortunately, I was too engrossed by the sensation that I accidentally spilled some of my cum into the baby crib that was adjacent to the bed!!
“Fuck!” I shrieked in panic.
Ah Kai’s son started wailing. Ying Ying was still laying in the bed motionlessly, her baby’s cry didn’t manage to evoke any motherly instinct of hers, she was still absent in her post-orgasmic haze.
And then suddenly, I heard someone knocking the bedroom door!
I was so frightened and surprised that I literally jumped into mid air!
To Be Continued
Chapter 4:
I didn’t even bother to put on my clothes. Instead, I swept them under the bed and frantically crawled underneath to hide as well. My heart raced, pounding against the wooden floor as I heard Ying Ying’s quick movements above.
Ying Ying, with commendable speed, threw on a shirt and slipped into her school shorts that I had tossed aside onto the floor before our wild sex.
Her breath was heavy, a mix of anxious and panic. She then covered the bed by pulling a blanket over the partially wet and sticky bedsheet in a few swift motions.
At that point in time, her baby was still crying, adding to the chaos of the moment.
Before she could even reach the door, the person who knocked took the initiative to open it already, stepping into the room uninvited.
It was a pair of man’s feet that I immediately noticed, yet I had no idea who it could be.
“做么还不睡？还在喝酒啊?” A man’s voice said.
Oh my god, it was my unmarried uncle that stayed in the room opposite of Ying Ying’s, 阿顺舅舅!
阿顺舅舅, aka Ah Soon Uncle, he was the younger brother of Ah Kai’s father. Ah Soon Uncle was a skinny man in his late fifties, always shrouded in an air of tobacco smell. He was a chatty man, loved joking around and making small talks.
That night, he was standing in Ying Ying’s room with his upper body completely bare, wearing just boxers and nothing else.
“Why you drank so much?” Ah Soon Uncle asked, giving one of the beer cans on the floor a light kick. He didn’t know those cans might have been there for a while.
The beer can rolled slowly under the bed, towards my face. I tried to hold my breath and not make a sound.
Ying Ying didn’t utter a word, she was soothing her baby and almost instantly the little boy quieted down.
Ying Ying then gently placed her baby back into the crib.
“出去，我要睡觉了,” Ying Ying said coldly, her tone so calm it seemed as if this wasn’t her first time dismissing Ah Soon Uncle from her room.
Ah Soon Uncle ignored her request and daringly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his unwelcome embrace.
“Why are you so cold today? 平常都是你都不舍得我走的叻?” Ah Soon Uncle whispered lovingly.
“讲骗话,” Ying Ying firmly rebutted.
I could hear ruffling sounds, as if Ying Ying was struggling to wrestle her way out of his arms but failing to do so.
“我新年包你的红包不够咩？做么不开心?” Ah Soon Uncle asked. Clearly, he had given her a big Ang Pau!
Ying Ying was a greedy slut indeed. I felt sorry for Ah Kai.
To uncovered the scandalous and incestuous relationship between Ah Kai’s wife and my own uncle, I found it disturbing at first.
Unfortunately, I had enough self awareness to recognise that I was not much different from Ah Soon Uncle in general.
Ah Soon Uncle tried to force Ying Ying onto the bed, but Ying Ying resisted fiercely, rejecting his advances.
“我不要，出去!” Ying Ying demanded, her pitchy youthful voice almost sounded too loud for Ah Soon Uncle’s liking.
“Okok 小声一点，给我摸一下下就好，我也是睡不着,” Ah Soon Uncle pleaded. If I was not mistaken, I believed his hands slip inside Ying Ying’s shirt to grope and fondle her tits.
’现在的小妹妹营养真好，又大又软又有弹性,” Ah Soon Uncle commented, spending the next few minutes thoroughly running his hands over Ying Ying’s tits.
I could hear smooching sounds too, Ah Soon Uncle must be planting kisses on her as well.
“Enough, go out now,” Ying Ying finally had enough hissed firmly.
“可是我硬了,” Ah Soon Uncle shamelessly begged to stay.
“Out!” Ying Ying shrieked in a lowered volume, thankfully with enough self-control. Otherwise, the whole family could have been woken and I would wish I had not been born.
Ah Soon Uncle sighed and shuffled out of her room.
Ying Ying collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow and sobbed away quietly.
I then cautiously got out from under her bed, patting the dust away on my chest and stomach and watching her cry.
I didn’t dare to leave the room as I was not sure if Ah Soon Uncle was still wandering creepily outside. And at the same time, I also didn’t have the heart to ask Ying Ying to go outside and check for me.
I just stood and watched.
At that fateful night, Ying Ying cried herself to sleep.
We didn’t manage to talk to each other after the sex, since there was an intruder barging into the room abruptly right afterwards.
I remembered I left her room at around 4:30am.
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The next day, my parents and I travelled around Penang to visit our relatives and friends. Needless to say, I was super exhausted and groggy.
Yet, I was jolted back to life when Ying Ying texted me.
“Can you drive me to my friend’s gathering later evening?” She asked.
“How about the baby?” I inquired, genuinely concerned.
“Ah Kai parents will look after him,” she responded.
“Sure,” I agreed.
At the time, I wasn’t aware yet that the gathering was actually a outright illegal rave party, held in a private bungalow, attended mostly by young punks and teens, many of whom were barely 16.
It remained by the far the craziest experience in my life.
To Be Continued
Chapter 5:
I left my parents and drove to pick her up at around 6 or 7pm, in the evening.
Ying Ying slipped into my car briskly, with a quick and silent grace, offering only a slight nod to convey her gratitude.
I noticed she had already put on her make up and she wrapped herself inside an oversize hoodie that draped all the way down to just above her knees.
During the car ride, she turned her face away from me, gazing out the window, her expression unreadable.
I decided to test the water by placing my palm on her thigh and caressing it gently. She didn’t even flinch.
I then pushed the boundary by moving my hand inward until I felt my fingers brushed against the fabric of her shorts. I could sense she was wearing a pair of yoga shorts. I could also feel the softness and the warmth of her skin beneath the tight material as I rubbed her youthful pussy.
As dirty as I was, I naughtily pushed and stretched her yoga shorts fabric so that I can insert my finger and feel her inside…
She let out a sigh.
Her sigh made me feel guilty. I immediately stopped, awkwardly pulled my hand away and just drove.
“Drop me off here can already,” she muttered. I stopped in front of a row of shop houses, most of them were closed since it was CNY.
She left the car and just waved her hand as a gesture for me to take off.
My instinct told me something was off. Why would she want to be dropped off in front of shop houses when it was for a gathering?
I drove away and parked discreetly in a nearby alley. By then when I turned back and looked around, Ying Ying was already no where to be found.
I waited for another 10 minutes, then a Toyota Vellfire pulled up quite close to the spot which I just dropped Ying Ying off. A group of skimpy-looking girls magically appeared from behind the closed doors at one of the shop houses, they then proceeded to get into the Vellfire one by one.
I spotted Ying Ying as she was the shortest one among them, and she was no longer in the oversized hoodie!
She was in a neon-pink bikini top, string-tied, barely containing her pair of breasts, paired with a simple pitch black yoga shorts that revealed her curves. Her hair was also tied into a high ponytail, as she clacked her way into the car in a pair of high heels previously unseen of.
“What the fuck?” I uttered.
It went without saying, I tailed the Toyota Vellfire of course. We weaved through Penang’s quieter streets. Occasionally, I could still hear fireworks echoed in the distance.
After a while, I found myself outside a new but quiet neighbourhood, with most of the landed terrace houses unoccupied. Yet, there was one large house at the end of the street, with a few people standing outside like club bouncers.
“What the fuck??” I cursed once again.
It seemed like I was too early for whatever that was going on in the house, only girls were being ushered into the bungalow.
I decided to get myself a dinner and only return at a later time.
When I was eating, Ah Soon 舅舅 texted me on WeChat!!
“你载Ying Ying去哪里?” He asked!
To Be Continued
Chapter 6:
Author’s Note: Sorry for the lack of action in this chapter, but I promise big action incoming in the next few chapters!
My mind went blank as Ah Soon 舅舅 blasting me with questions over the phone about where Ying Ying and I had gone.
I decided to play dumb by saying I simply had just done as told, which was to chauffeur Ying Ying to a friend’s reunion.
I tried to turn the situation around by asking him why was this a matter of concern for him.
“她现在没有接电话叻，怎样办你自己讲?” Ah Soon 舅舅 ignored me and carried on forcing me to provide an answer I did not have.
We blabbered back and forth for a while before he hung up frustratingly.
A strange unease settled over me. Ah Soon’s reaction wasn’t just about concern—it felt more like panic. Something about Ying Ying’s absence was affecting him directly, and that made my stomach twist.
Then it hit me. What if Ah Soon 舅舅 was actually involved in the private party at the bungalow?
That would explain his shock when he saw me driving Ying Ying away. In his mind, Ying Ying had a job to attend to.
But what exactly was his role in it? Was he always part of a ring that organized fishy activities? I had never heard anything about it before.
I had to find out.
I returned to the neighbourhood at around 11pm.
As preposterous as it sounded, I held onto the belief that nothing too bad would happen to a Singapore citizen.
I had a simple plan: to blend into the party naturally. The first step was driving up to the house confidently and stepping out of the car with the aura of an invited guest.
Yet, my plan was immediately about to be thrown out of the window as two big Indian bouncers in front of the property had started walking towards me. One of them was scanning me up and down.
“Oh my god,” I murmured. In my mind, I was panicking as I hadn’t exactly thought of what to say to bluff them.
Miraculously, a car pulled up behind mine, and a man stepped out. It was a Singapore-registered vehicle!
He saw my car too and seemed surprised to find a fellow Singaporean among the attendees.
Seizing the opportunity, I casually introduced myself, shook hands with him, and then leaned in, whispering, “Eh bro, help me out—I forgot to register myself on the list!”
He didn’t say a word. He just smiled, nodded and put his arm around my shoulder, ushering me to walk together with him.
We just strolled past the two Indian bouncers effortlessly.
“Give them your car key,” he instructed me. We handed our keys to the bouncers and proceeded to enter the bungalow.
“Bro relax, it’s a Bolehland’s party, sial ah where got security check one!” He chuckled.
As we stepped inside, a thick haze of cigarette smoke and something heavier—weed, maybe—hung in the air.
The pulsing bass of Tiktok Mandarin manyao remix vibrated through the wooden floors, making my chest feel tight.
The entire space was dimly lit, save for neon lights flashing in erratic bursts, casting eerie shadows over the crowd of people. Must be more than a hundred people, I roughly counted.
Sofas, tall bar tables, bottles of liquor, cups, cigarette trays were just everywhere.
Scantily clad girls wove through the party like hostesses, draping themselves over men who mostly wore simple t-shirts and shorts. Only a handful of self-serious men put in the effort to wear something more formal or expensive.
Bottles of top-shelf liquor littered the tabletops, some still pouring into glasses, others knocked over, their contents seeping into sticky tabletops.
In the far corner, a group of men huddled together, exchanging small packets for cash.
Many of the people on the dance floor seemed high on substance.
The air reeked of alcohol, perfume, and something synthetic—something that made my skin prickle.
I gulped hard, forcing myself to stay composed. Even if I wanted answers about Ying Ying, I didn’t know where to start.
The man who got me in clapped me on the back. “Go enjoy yourself, bro.”
He then walked away to join his friends who stood at a corner of the house.
Soon, I got myself a pint of beer while being offered a cigarette to puff. I then walked around the house to see if I can find Ying Ying.
Most attendees were adults and middle-aged men, while all the girls who shuffled along the house seemed young. Most were college-looking local Chinese girls, some were eerily youthful. It was hard to tell as we Asians age really well.
A skinny guy with a gold chain slunk up to me, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Bro, want some good stuff? Weed, ketamine, ecstasy, juice, all got. Touch’n’Go also can!” He flashed a baggie of green and a tiny vial of white, tapping his phone like a hawker stall uncle.
I was at awe. Digging into my pocket, I peeled off some ringgit instead. “Just weed,” I said.
He shrugged, handed me the stash, and melted back into the crowd.
I tucked the goods away, sipping my beer to look casual. I tried texting Ying Ying and even Ah Soon 舅舅. No one responded.
As I was deep in thoughts, a commotion snapped me out of it.
A woman stumbled down the stairs from the upper floor, her heels clacking unevenly.
She shoved past me, wild-eyed, and dashed for the toilet near the bar. The toilet door banged open, and she doubled over the sink, throwing up hard.
There were two guys who seemed to follow her from upstairs, they were both laughing like hyenas. They then entered the bathroom together.
“Fuck…” I muttered, stepping back.
My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a party—it was a fucking free-for-all.
To Be Continued
Chapter 7:
I didn’t stick around to see what those two creeps were about to do to the drugged woman in the toilet.
All I cared about was finding Ying Ying and dragging her out of this shithole before it swallowed us both.
The relentless thump of that damn TikTok remix hammered my skull to the point that I almost hurled my pint of beer at one of the speakers blaring from the corner of the house just to shut it up.
Instead, I sucked in a deep breath, steadied myself and shoved my way through the sweaty crowd. I then headed upstairs, determined to dig deeper.
When I reached the second floor, I froze for a second. Rows of doors stretched down a dim hallway, like I’d stumbled into Hotel 81.
But as I peeked inside one of the rooms, I saw round sofas with half-drunk men and women on, alongside the bottles, ashtrays, drugs that were scattered everywhere.
Ok not so much like a hotel, more like a sleazy KTV joint perhaps without the mamasans.
A tall Indian guy served me with a fresh pint of beer while a fat Chinese uncle leaned in uncomfortably close to me, mumbled with a bad breath asking me if I wanted some ketamines.
I shook my head, brushed past them and walked down the hallway.
Out of nowhere, a girl appeared by my side, latched onto my arm with a giggle. Before I could react, she shoved me hard into a nearby room, sending both of us crashing onto a lumpy sofa.
“Why you alone so 可怜?” the girl teased, her voice slurring like she was either half drunk or half high.
She looked even much younger than Ying Ying, her skin flawless and tight, the kind of glowing and bouncy perfection only someone under 18 could possess.
She was dressed in a tight, glittery silver crop top that barely covered her perky small tits, her toned midriff exposed. Paired with tiny denim cut-off shorts, frayed edges, so short they rode up her thighs and hugged her ass, showing off those youthful curves.
“这边女生是怎样收钱的?” I blurted out, finally having a girl to ask since she’d thrown herself at me.
“蛤? 进guest list的时候就给钱了的嘛，另外算的只是这些草(weed)还是k罢了,” the young girl replied, her Penang hokkien accent thick and unmistakable.
Lucky me, I sneaked into this party without paying a cent haha.
The girl was quite cute, short hair, her pouty lips and hazy eyes seducing me. I started debating in my mind if I should just ditch my rescue mission and just fuck around with this chick instead.
“你叫什么名字?” the young girl purred softly, one hand sliding onto my chest, another resting dangerously close to my cock on my thigh.
Before I could answer, a gang of rowdy men barged past our room’s doorway.
“This room still got seats,” one man turned his head and said to his group of friends.
They piled in together, reeking of sweat, liquor, tobacco and weed smell. One of them was even clutching a bottle of empty whiskey like a trophy, swaying as he moved.
I could see from their bloodshot eyes that they were high.
As the men settled onto the sofa across me, I spotted a tiny figure squeezed between them.
A girl, her head slumped forward, long hair spilling over her face like a dark curtain. She looked fragile, almost swallowed by the men’s big frames, her stillness contrasted against their loud sloppy energy.
Before I could react, the girl who a second ago rested one of her hands on my thigh, shot up and bolted out of the room. She moved so fast, like a wild animal catching the scent of danger in the air.
I shrugged, as if she never existed in the first place.
I then turned to scan the group of people who were sharing the room with me.
Somehow, I found myself staring intently at the neon-pink bikini top of the motionless girl in front of me, who still slumped among this pack of men.
Wait a minute…
A chubby dude next to her lifted her chin, tilting her head up. Her long hair parted, revealing the face beneath. The man then planted a forceful kiss on her lips, her eyes were strangely closed.
Oh my god, that’s Ying Ying!
“I think this is the youngest one tonight,” the chubby dude said to his friends after the kiss.
“Really mie?” mumbled the dude with streaks of blonde in his hair, who finally let go of the empty whiskey bottle. He was seated on the other side of Ying Ying too.
“The manager said she is just 17,” the chubby dude grinned nastily.
Manager? What manager?
But anyway no, Ying Ying was almost 19 already… I corrected them in my head, while still staying dead quiet in the room with them.
The man who sat closest to the door waved lazily at the waiters outside, barking for more drinks.
He then pulled out a small packet of pills from his shirt pocket, crushed them with a cup, and snorted a white line up his nose, his head then jerked back with a grunt.
“I was still 17 when I last fucked a 17 haha,” the chubby dude joked while one of his fat hands groping Ying Ying’s tits, squeezing them hard.
The blonde hair guy jammed his fingers into Ying Ying’s mouth, like he was forcing something down her throat.
Ying Ying let out a faint chocked grunt, her eyes still sealed shut.
The guy who had just snorted a line, stood up sloppily and dragged himself over to Ying Ying. He then dropped to one knee, tugged open one side of her neon-pink bikini top, her right breast spilled out, bare soft and bouncy in the air.
He suckled Ying Ying’s still pinkish nipple like a baby, his lips smacking loud.
“Ei fuck la, I still groping de leh,” the chubby dude cursed, pulling his hand back as his friend’s lips nearly kissed it too.
The blonde hair guy let out a sick laugh.
A waiter shuffled into the room casually, put down a tray of drinks and strolled out without batting an eye, as if nothing was out of ordinary. However, he did close the door on his way out.
Their friend seemed to be possessed. After what felt like a long minute of dedicated suckling with much fervour, his lips finally let go of Ying Ying’s right pink nipple and in doing so it made a loud pop sound.
Ying Ying on the other hand, let out a soft moan.
Her wet nipple was almost quivering, glistening with saliva, erected proudly, hard like a dark red jelly bean.
Without warning, he slumped forward, pressing his full weight onto Ying Ying, pinning her limp body further into the sagging sofa. Her petite frame made the man seemed so much bigger and bulkier.
His two friends moved out of the way to free up space for them.
The man tore Ying Ying bra top clean off. The straps ripped crisply, the snapping sound was like a toy gunshot. The bra top flew across the room helplessly, then landed on the table, draping over the drinks.
I saw her bare tits bounced out, pale and soft, defenceless against the drug-fuelled man.
The man kissed all over her youthful innocent face, his two big hands cupping her tits, moulding them into shapes that screamed lust, moulding them like they were toys.
The blonde hair guy sneakily chimed in too, with one of his hands slipping inside Ying Ying’s yoga pants, fingering her silently as their friend ravaged her face and breasts.
I sat across them, my cock hard, guts churning, heart pounding.
I wanted to pull her out of the room—but damn, the sight of her, helpless, tits out, those pigs all over her?
It was fucked up, and I was fucked up for liking it.
The chubby dude caught me staring without blinking.
“看什么看？看懒啊，出去啦,” the chubby dude berated me with a gangsterism manner not seen a minute ago, he was trying to intimidate me.
My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts.
Should I confront them???
To Be Continued
Chapter 7:
I didn’t stick around to see what those two creeps were about to do to the drugged woman in the toilet.
All I cared about was finding Ying Ying and dragging her out of this shithole before it swallowed us both.
The relentless thump of that damn TikTok remix hammered my skull to the point that I almost hurled my pint of beer at one of the speakers blaring from the corner of the house just to shut it up.
Instead, I sucked in a deep breath, steadied myself and shoved my way through the sweaty crowd. I then headed upstairs, determined to dig deeper.
When I reached the second floor, I froze for a second. Rows of doors stretched down a dim hallway, like I’d stumbled into Hotel 81.
But as I peeked inside one of the rooms, I saw round sofas with half-drunk men and women on, alongside the bottles, ashtrays, drugs that were scattered everywhere.
Ok not so much like a hotel, more like a sleazy KTV joint perhaps without the mamasans.
A tall Indian guy served me with a fresh pint of beer while a fat Chinese uncle leaned in uncomfortably close to me, mumbled with a bad breath asking me if I wanted some ketamines.
I shook my head, brushed past them and walked down the hallway.
Out of nowhere, a girl appeared by my side, latched onto my arm with a giggle. Before I could react, she shoved me hard into a nearby room, sending both of us crashing onto a lumpy sofa.
“Why you alone so 可怜?” the girl teased, her voice slurring like she was either half drunk or half high.
She looked even much younger than Ying Ying, her skin flawless and tight, the kind of glowing and bouncy perfection only someone under 18 could possess.
She was dressed in a tight, glittery silver crop top that barely covered her perky small tits, her toned midriff exposed. Paired with tiny denim cut-off shorts, frayed edges, so short they rode up her thighs and hugged her ass, showing off those youthful curves.
“这边女生是怎样收钱的?” I blurted out, finally having a girl to ask since she’d thrown herself at me.
“蛤? 进guest list的时候就给钱了的嘛，另外算的只是这些草(weed)还是k罢了,” the young girl replied, her Penang hokkien accent thick and unmistakable.
Lucky me, I sneaked into this party without paying a cent haha.
The girl was quite cute, short hair, her pouty lips and hazy eyes seducing me. I started debating in my mind if I should just ditch my rescue mission and just fuck around with this chick instead.
“你叫什么名字?” the young girl purred softly, one hand sliding onto my chest, another resting dangerously close to my cock on my thigh.
Before I could answer, a gang of rowdy men barged past our room’s doorway.
“This room still got seats,” one man turned his head and said to his group of friends.
They piled in together, reeking of sweat, liquor, tobacco and weed smell. One of them was even clutching a bottle of empty whiskey like a trophy, swaying as he moved.
I could see from their bloodshot eyes that they were high.
As the men settled onto the sofa across me, I spotted a tiny figure squeezed between them.
A girl, her head slumped forward, long hair spilling over her face like a dark curtain. She looked fragile, almost swallowed by the men’s big frames, her stillness contrasted against their loud sloppy energy.
Before I could react, the girl who a second ago rested one of her hands on my thigh, shot up and bolted out of the room. She moved so fast, like a wild animal catching the scent of danger in the air.
I shrugged, as if she never existed in the first place.
I then turned to scan the group of people who were sharing the room with me.
Somehow, I found myself staring intently at the neon-pink bikini top of the motionless girl in front of me, who still slumped among this pack of men.
Wait a minute…
A chubby dude next to her lifted her chin, tilting her head up. Her long hair parted, revealing the face beneath. The man then planted a forceful kiss on her lips, her eyes were strangely closed.
Oh my god, that’s Ying Ying!
“I think this is the youngest one tonight,” the chubby dude said to his friends after the kiss.
“Really mie?” mumbled the dude with streaks of blonde in his hair, who finally let go of the empty whiskey bottle. He was seated on the other side of Ying Ying too.
“The manager said she is just 17,” the chubby dude grinned nastily.
Manager? What manager?
But anyway no, Ying Ying was almost 19 already… I corrected them in my head, while still staying dead quiet in the room with them.
The man who sat closest to the door waved lazily at the waiters outside, barking for more drinks.
He then pulled out a small packet of pills from his shirt pocket, crushed them with a cup, and snorted a white line up his nose, his head then jerked back with a grunt.
“I was still 17 when I last fucked a 17 haha,” the chubby dude joked while one of his fat hands groping Ying Ying’s tits, squeezing them hard.
The blonde hair guy jammed his fingers into Ying Ying’s mouth, like he was forcing something down her throat.
Ying Ying let out a faint chocked grunt, her eyes still sealed shut.
The guy who had just snorted a line, stood up sloppily and dragged himself over to Ying Ying. He then dropped to one knee, tugged open one side of her neon-pink bikini top, her right breast spilled out, bare soft and bouncy in the air.
He suckled Ying Ying’s still pinkish nipple like a baby, his lips smacking loud.
“Ei fuck la, I still groping de leh,” the chubby dude cursed, pulling his hand back as his friend’s lips nearly kissed it too.
The blonde hair guy let out a sick laugh.
A waiter shuffled into the room casually, put down a tray of drinks and strolled out without batting an eye, as if nothing was out of ordinary. However, he did close the door on his way out.
Their friend seemed to be possessed. After what felt like a long minute of dedicated suckling with much fervour, his lips finally let go of Ying Ying’s right pink nipple and in doing so it made a loud pop sound.
Ying Ying on the other hand, let out a soft moan.
Her wet nipple was almost quivering, glistening with saliva, erected proudly, hard like a dark red jelly bean.
Without warning, he slumped forward, pressing his full weight onto Ying Ying, pinning her limp body further into the sagging sofa. Her petite frame made the man seemed so much bigger and bulkier.
His two friends moved out of the way to free up space for them.
The man tore Ying Ying bra top clean off. The straps ripped crisply, the snapping sound was like a toy gunshot. The bra top flew across the room helplessly, then landed on the table, draping over the drinks.
I saw her bare tits bounced out, pale and soft, defenceless against the drug-fuelled man.
The man kissed all over her youthful innocent face, his two big hands cupping her tits, moulding them into shapes that screamed lust, moulding them like they were toys.
The blonde hair guy sneakily chimed in too, with one of his hands slipping inside Ying Ying’s yoga pants, fingering her silently as their friend ravaged her face and breasts.
I sat across them, my cock hard, guts churning, heart pounding.
I wanted to pull her out of the room—but damn, the sight of her, helpless, tits out, those pigs all over her?
It was fucked up, and I was fucked up for liking it.
The chubby dude caught me staring without blinking.
“看什么看？看懒啊，出去啦,” the chubby dude berated me with a gangsterism manner not seen a minute ago, he was trying to intimidate me.
My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts.
Should I confront them???
To Be Continued