As a mature woman of twenty-eight, even though Sophia had never been intimate with a man, she knew exactly what the white fluid on her face was—it was semen. What she never imagined was that one day, something she had always found so gross would end up splattered across her own face.
She could smell the strong, salty scent, yet oddly, she didn't feel the nausea or disgust she had expected. Instead, she was just bewildered. She was William's aunt, and now here she was, having just helped him relieve himself. And if that wasn't bad enough, his fluid had ended up all over her face!
Seeing Sophia's expression crumble in an instant, William, now fully satisfied, felt a pang of worry. What if his aunt got mad? Plus, he had come so quickly—would she laugh at him for that? But really, he couldn't help it. Claire had nearly pushed him over the edge on the train earlier, and he'd been holding it in ever since.
"Auntie… I… I'll help you clean it off," William stammered nervously, his heart racing.
"No… I'll do it myself," Sophia replied numbly, blocking William's outstretched hand. She stood up and began walking out of the bathroom.
Her nightgown was soaked through, clinging to every curve of her body. Her full, rounded hips and smooth back were on full display, and the black lace panties she wore underneath were now faintly visible. Her long, shapely legs were also fully exposed. But all William could see was her stiff, almost robotic figure as she walked away, making him feel like a scolded child who had just done something terribly wrong.
"Auntie…"
"I'm fine. I'm going to take a shower in my room. You finish up here," Sophia said, trying to keep her voice steady as she left the bathroom, still dripping wet.
Watching her retreating figure, William, still on edge, didn't dare say anything more. He quickly started washing himself off.
Meanwhile, Sophia returned to her room and began washing William's fluids from her face. This was the first time she had ever come into contact with such a thing. Besides feeling embarrassed, she found herself surprisingly curious. There wasn't even a hint of disgust, which puzzled her. Was it because it came from William?
"That boy… he's really grown up," she mused, thinking back to William's enormous manhood. She glanced down at the remnants of his release still on her hands, and a faint, amused smile crept onto her lips.
She realized she needed to find him a girlfriend soon. If he kept bottling up all that energy, it could lead to problems. The last thing the Sterling family needed was to lose their only heir. That simply couldn't happen.
But who could she set him up with?
Ella? She was a close friend, but if she became William's girlfriend, wouldn't that complicate their family ties?
Ariana? She has just turned 18. Introducing her to William would be totally inappropriate—it would be like corrupting her.
Isolde? She was closer to William's age, but her aloof and proud nature might not suit William's personality. He might not even be able to handle her.
Sophia thought long and hard but couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.
"Oh well, since the girls are all coming over tonight anyway, I'll let Will choose for himself. And if that doesn't work out, college is about to start. I guess I'll just have to go to the university and find him someone myself. With so many beautiful girls in the Italian Studies department, I'm sure I can find one," she concluded, putting the matter out of her mind for now as she finished cleaning herself up.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Sophia couldn't help but admire her own flawless body. Even she found herself a bit captivated by her reflection. With a soft sigh, she murmured, "Once Will finds a girlfriend, what will I do? I'm almost twenty-nine, and I've never even had a serious relationship. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life like this?"
She thought back to the men she had met over the years, none of whom had ever sparked her interest, and a self-deprecating smile touched her lips. Was she really too picky?
As she gently ran her hand over her smooth, alabaster breast, the memory of William touching her there flashed through her mind. For a moment, she wondered what it would be like if he were her boyfriend.
"What am I thinking? My father and his grandfather were sworn brothers. I can't possibly get involved with him," she chastised herself, shaking the thought away as she quickly finished her shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Sophia had changed into a light blue floral blouse and a pair of white, tight-fitting, casual pants that showed off her long, shapely legs. She slipped on a pair of crystal-heeled sandals and tied her wavy hair back, looking the picture of grace and poise.
As she stepped out of her room, she saw William standing by the door, also dressed in a white casual outfit.
Sophia's eyes lit up with admiration.
"I never realized how handsome my little darling has become. Come on, let's go pick up some girls," she teased, grabbing William's hand and pulling him along as if nothing had happened earlier. This left William, who had been rehearsing an apology in his head, completely stunned. Was she not mad at him?
Almost before he knew it, Sophia had practically dragged him into a sleek Lamborghini, and they roared off into the night. Half an hour later, they arrived at a high-end restaurant called "Feast for the Eyes." The moment they got out of the car, two beautiful women in cheongsams approached them.
"Welcome, Miss," one of them greeted Sophia.
Miss? Is Auntie the owner here? William thought, surprised.
"Have my guests arrived?" Sophia asked with a nod.
"Everyone except Mrs. Morgan is here," the two hostesses replied in unison.
"Forget her—she's always late. Go tell the kitchen to start serving," Sophia instructed, her brow furrowing slightly. She then took William's hand and led him inside, straight to the largest, most luxurious private room on the third floor. Another beautiful hostess, also dressed in a cheongsam, stood at the door. Seeing Sophia, she bowed respectfully and opened the door for her.
Sophia didn't hesitate, pulling William along as they walked into the room. The moment they stepped inside, William's eyes widened in astonishment. The large table was already surrounded by a group of women, and every single one of them was a knockout.
Some of them were even on par with his aunt in terms of beauty. Could it be that Auntie really brought him here to meet women?
"Sophie…" A sultry voice called out from behind them just as Sophia was about to introduce William to the group. The sound of it sent a shiver down William's spine. When he turned around to see who it was, he froze, completely taken aback…