Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 159 B: Sir's Confession and a Sleeping Opportunity (Avi and Principal Sir)

I walked into Sir's room. Sir was waiting for me with his bottle and glass ready. I sat down on the chair near Sir. He immediately started drinking his alcohol. Kiran arrived moments later and placed a glass of juice in front of me. I began sipping the juice, while Sir continued to drink his alcohol steadily.

"Sir, can I ask you something personal?" I questioned, leaning in slightly.

Sir waved a hand dismissively. "Ask whatever you want without any hesitation, Avi."

"Sir, how many girls have you had sex with at the schoool, using the pretext of passing their exams?" I asked, looking directly at him.

"Why is that something you want to know?" Sir countered, taking a long drink.

"Just curiosity," I replied, shrugging.

"You know that girl, right?" Sir asked, referring to the one I mentioned yesterday.

"Yes, I do," I said.

"Yesterday, I told you about Mona," Sir continued.

"Yes, you did," I confirmed.

"Well, including those two, I have had sex with a total of seven girls," Sir announced, lowering his voice.

"With seven girls?" I asked, genuinely surprised by the number.

"Yes," Sir confirmed, a flicker of pride in his eyes.

"Sir, don't you actually think this is wrong, what you did?" I asked.

"There is nothing wrong with it at all," Sir insisted, shaking his head.

"How is that possible, Sir?" I challenged him.

"I never once told any girl that if she has sex with me, I will pass her exam," Sir explained, setting his glass down.

"But that is exactly what happened with that girl you first told me about," I pressed. "You were clearly having sex with her in exchange for passing her."

"I did not tell any of those girls, 'Have sex with me, and I will pass you.' If I had done that, I would have had sex with seventy girls instead of just seven by now," Sir argued.

"I don't understand your point," I admitted, completely confused.

"Those seven girls came to me pleading," Sir clarified, holding up his fingers. "I initially refused, but those girls were willing to do anything. Those seven girls said, 'Sir, please have sex with me, but just make sure I pass.' "

"And you helped all of them anyway?" I asked.

"Yes," Sir confirmed. "Those girls were ready to do anything just to pass. If I hadn't done it, someone else would have done it for them."

"Is that truly how it started?" I asked, leaning in again. "When did you do this for the very first time?"

"It was one year before I got married," Sir mused, rubbing his chin.

"How did all this actually begin?" I asked, intrigued.

"You want to know that detail too, do you?" Sir teased.

"You said we'd talk about anything," I reminded him. "This is exactly what we're talking about."

"Okay," Sir conceded, finishing his drink. "I will tell you the very beginning. It started when I was still just a teacher. I had been at the schoool for five years. The Principal Sir had complete trust in me. He told me to look after the exam department entirely. Everything was going well. Then one day, a girl came to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I asked her what the matter was. The girl said she hadn't studied at all for her exam. 'Sir, please, you must pass me. I absolutely cannot fail this year.' I told her there was nothing I could do for her results."

"The girl then said, 'Sir, please pass me. In exchange for that favor, I'm ready to do anything at all.' I still said no. Then that girl said, 'Sir, please pass me. I will make you happy.' Saying this, she immediately grabbed my lund right over my pants. Then what happened next? I melted and instantly got hard. I hadn't had sex before that moment. By the girl's aggressive touch, I completely melted and ended up passing her."

A wave of intense heat and excitement rushed through me, tightening my pants. "My lund just got hard listening to your whole story, Sir," I confessed.

"It certainly seems like you really enjoy having sex, Avi," Sir commented, noticing my discomfort.

"Yes, Sir," I agreed without hesitation.

"How many have you managed to have sex with until now?" Sir asked.

"I already told you yesterday," I reminded him. "With two girls."

"I had my first time at the age of twenty-five," Sir reflected, shaking his head. "You are so young and have already had sex with two girls. You will definitely progress a lot in life."

"Let's change the topic now," I said, standing up. "I'll go to the bathroom and come right back."

"Go quickly, Avi," Sir said, laughing loudly, "or you might end up ruining my room."

I started walking toward the bathroom. Before reaching it, I knew I had to check Kiran's room. Her room gate was open. I slipped inside, just like yesterday. Today too, Kiran was asleep on her stomach. I walked silently inside. Today too, the thin nighty was stuck deep in the crack of her gaand. *(How much does Kiran scratch her gaand? It's stuck deep inside again today.)* I gently reached down and pulled the nighty out from the deep crack of her gaand. I ran my hand slowly over Kiran's ass for a few moments, feeling the soft curve. But Kiran remained deeply asleep. Then, I quickly left her room. After peeing in the bathroom, I returned to Sir.

"Sir, I need to leave now," I said, looking toward the door.

"Are you leaving so soon?" Sir asked, looking disappointed. "Stay for a little while longer."

"I have some urgent work waiting for me at home," I lied. "I promise to stay for a much longer time tomorrow." *(I have to have sex with Kamala Kaki today. And anyway, Kiran had essentially invited me to drink her milk... but she's asleep now. I'll think about Kiran tomorrow. I have to focus on Kaki today.)*

"Okay, then," Sir conceded.

"Bye, Sir," I said, and quickly left his house for my own.

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## Update 160: A Failed Signal (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

I came home, took a quick nap, and then, in the early evening, I slipped a condom into my pocket and started walking toward the fields. Today was the day I planned to have sex with Kamala Kaki. I arrived at the field and casually stood near Kaki. She glanced at me once, then immediately lowered her head and resumed her work. Ten minutes passed in complete silence, but Kaki never once mentioned going to the orchard. I realized I would have to initiate the move.

"Kaki, let's go break some mangoes," I suggested, forcing a relaxed tone.

"Yesterday, you were refusing to go," Kamala Kaki replied, looking up with a neutral expression. "How did you get ready so suddenly today?"

"Yesterday, I realized there is still plenty of greenery and life there," I said, smiling suggestively.

"What did you see yesterday that was so drastically different?" Kamala Kaki asked, her eyes searching mine.

"Whatever I saw, I now feel like seeing it again and again," I hinted, letting the implication hang heavy in the air.

"Okay, let's go," Kamala Kaki agreed, finally setting her work aside.

We started walking toward the orchard. I noticed immediately that Kaki's walk was perfectly normal today. She was not walking with any exaggerated sway or shaking her gaand like the day before. Today, she hadn't invited me to the orchard, and she wasn't sending any physical signals either. *Was it just a complete coincidence that Kaki asked me to go to the orchard yesterday? If that were the case, why was she acting so cold today?* I realized I had only one remaining clue to confirm her readiness: if Kaki squatted down to pee in front of me, I would know she was fully prepared for sex.

We reached the orchard. Just like yesterday, I climbed the tree and started breaking mangoes. Kaki remained below, collecting the fruit. After breaking the mangoes, I came down. Even after I was back on the ground, Kaki had not started to pee.

"Did you break all the mangoes?" Kamala Kaki asked.

"Yes, I did," I confirmed.

"Wait a moment, I'll go pee and come back," Kamala Kaki said. "Then we'll head back to the fields."

"Okay, Kaki," I replied, watching her expectantly.

Kamala Kaki started walking away, heading deep behind the dense cluster of trees. *What? Kaki is going behind the trees! This means that for two days, Kaki peed in front of me completely by chance, and today she's deliberately walking behind the cover!* A wave of disappointment and confusion washed over me. I had to stop her.

"Kaki, stop," I called out. "Do it right here. I'll turn and look the other way."

"How can I possibly do it right here, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, halting her steps.

"Like you did the day before yesterday," I insisted, a hint of confusion and demanding frustration in my voice.

"The day before yesterday was different," Kamala Kaki said, turning back to face me.

"What exactly was different the day before yesterday?" I pressed her, my chest tightening.

"I couldn't control myself that day," Kamala Kaki explained softly. "That's why I peed right there in the open."

*(I was completely deflating. What? Kaki is talking in a totally different way today.)* "Okay, then," I conceded, feeling defeated. "Do it wherever you want to go."

"Okay," Kamala Kaki said. "Just look the other way, then."

I turned my back, giving her privacy. Kamala Kaki started peeing behind the tree. I twisted my head slightly and started looking at her gaand as she squatted in the distance. I had arrived today fully prepared to fuck her. I had been convinced that Kaki was intentionally putting on a show for me. But I had clearly been wrong. If that were the case, why would Kaki insist on hiding behind the trees today? I let the lust drain away. After staring at Kaki's gaand while she peed, we returned to the fields. I couldn't understand her sudden change in behavior. If Kaki had just peed in front of me today, my lund would have been deep inside Kaki's choot within minutes.

After walking around the fields for a bit, I came home and immediately called Meena Chachi into my room.

"Well, did you have sex with Kaki?" Meena Chachi asked, her face alight with expectation. "Did you have a lot of fun?"

"I didn't have sex with Kaki," I admitted glumly.

"Why not, Avi?" Meena Chachi frowned, leaning back in her chair.

"Because I think maybe Kaki doesn't actually want to have sex with me," I explained.

"Why do you think that after all this?" Meena Chachi asked, puzzled.

I recounted everything that had transpired over the last two days with Kamala Kaki.

"So much happened, and you are only telling me all this now?" Meena Chachi scolded, slightly exasperated.

"I thought I would tell you about the sex today, after it happened," I rationalized.

"Then why didn't you have the sex?" Meena Chachi demanded.

"I just explained to you why," I sighed.

"Avi, I told you explicitly to have sex with Kaki today, and you should have done it," Meena Chachi said firmly. "What was the need to use your brain or wait for a sign?"

"That..." I started, trying to defend my caution.

"Listen to me," Meena Chachi interrupted, holding up a hand. "Yesterday, Kaki tried so hard to signal you, and still, you did nothing. You didn't initiate sex with Kaki. Today, Kaki must have decided that she wouldn't make the move again, and that you would have to do all the work. The day before yesterday, Kaki tried so many times to wordlessly tell you she wanted sex. But you did nothing. Today, Kaki probably concluded that *you* don't want to have sex with her. That's why she behaved that way with you today."

"So that was the real reason?" I asked, a feeling of deep regret washing over me, realizing I'd missed my chance.

"Yes, that was the situation," Meena Chachi affirmed. "Let it go, don't worry. Look again tomorrow; Kaki will probably show you her gaand herself and ask you to have sex."

"Why would Kaki do that, though?" I asked, needing reassurance.

"From the nature of the conversation you had with Kaki today, that is what it sounds like," Meena Chachi concluded. "If that still doesn't happen, then you still must have sex with Kaki tomorrow. And this time, don't use your brain."

"Okay, Chachi," I said, nodding decisively. "I will have sex with her tomorrow for sure."

"Good. Now go get ready for tomorrow," Meena Chachi said, standing up. "I'm going to go make the food."

I lay down, my mind churning with the plan for tomorrow and the promise I had just made.

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## Update 160 A: The Milk Tease and Sir's Regret (Avi and Kiran)

The next day, I was determined to have sex with Kamala Kaki no matter what happened. I finished all my morning work with efficiency and came to Sir's house in the afternoon. Just as expected, Kiran, Sir's daughter-in-law, opened the gate. She stood there, waiting after opening the gate, but I moved Kiran aside with a decisive step and walked right inside. Kiran was clearly shocked by my abrupt entry. She hurried inside, following right behind me. Sir was in his room. I deliberately sat down on the sofa in the hall after entering. Kiran also came and sat down with me.

"You didn't do right by me yesterday, Kiran," I said, my tone a mixture of accusation and playfulness.

Kiran looked confused. "What exactly did I do?" she asked, smoothing her clothes.

"You promised you would give me milk," I reminded her, "but you stayed asleep the entire time yesterday afternoon."

"I have a terrible habit of sleeping soundly in the afternoon," Kiran explained, putting her hands in her lap. "I truly was going to give you the milk, but what could I do? Once I fall asleep, I only wake up after one or two hours."

*(Is Kiran just giving me an excuse for not providing the milk, or is she telling me that after taking the nighty out from the crack of her gaand yesterday, I should have done much more than just a little touch?)* "Then why did you promise to give me milk in the first place?" I pressed, demanding satisfaction.

"I will give you the milk," Kiran insisted, looking directly at me. "If not yesterday, then I will certainly give it to you today."

"You'll probably fall asleep again today," I predicted, shaking my head.

"I will give it to you *now*," Kiran declared, standing up.

"Now?" I asked, a spark of hope rising.

"Yes," Kiran confirmed. "Don't you want to drink it?"

"Okay," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "Give it to me, then."

"You wait here," Kiran said, turning to walk away. "I'll be back in two minutes."

Kiran walked into the kitchen and returned quickly, holding a regular glass of white milk.

"What is this?" I asked, trying to sound genuinely perplexed.

"Milk," Kiran answered simply.

"I can see that much," I scoffed. "But I was talking about some other kind of milk."

Kiran smiled broadly. "You like cow's milk, don't you?" she asked, her eyes teasing me. "So I brought you cow's milk."

*(Kiran was outwardly smiling, yet simultaneously feigning complete innocence.)* "The doctor has told me not to drink cow's milk either," I announced, pushing the glass away.

"Cow's too?" Kiran asked, her smile turning into a laugh. "So should I give you goat's milk then?" Kiran burst into full laughter.

"The doctor told me to drink milk from only one specific animal," I continued the game, keeping my voice serious.

"Which animal is that?" Kiran asked, intrigued now.

"Should I tell you its name?" I asked, drawing out the suspense.

"If you don't tell me, how will I know which milk to give you?" Kiran reasoned, putting her hands on her hips.

"There is one animal among all the animals in the village whose milk I desperately want to drink," I said, looking her up and down.

"In the village, we have cows, buffaloes, and goats," Kiran listed. "Whose milk you already don't want to drink. Now which animal is left whose milk you are craving?"

"There is one animal," I insisted. "You think hard about it and give me the correct milk tomorrow."

"Okay," Kiran conceded, shaking her head. "I'll give you the milk tomorrow, I promise."

"I'm going to Sir's room now," I said, standing up. "You go find the answer to my question."

I walked into Sir's room. Sir was sitting there with his full preparation laid out. As soon as I entered, Sir started drinking alcohol, and I started sipping the juice Kiran had prepared.

"Sir, yesterday you mentioned you passed seven girls," I said, picking up the previous thread.

"Yes," Sir confirmed, taking a slow sip.

"In all those years, did only those seven girls ever come to you with this offer?" I asked, skeptical of the low number.

"Many more came, but eventually I stopped doing that kind of work," Sir admitted. "And now I've just recently started again."

"You stopped?" I asked, surprised. "Why did you stop?"

"That is a very long story," Sir said, looking down at his glass.

"Tell me the short version," I urged.

"After I passed the very first girl, that girl came back with her friend," Sir began. "Then the next year, I passed two more girls. So I had passed four girls total. I was enjoying this power. All four of them came to me themselves, and all came right at the time of the exam. But the year after that, not a single girl came to me asking for a favor. That's when I decided I would have to talk to the girls myself. The biggest question was who to start with. I thought about trying my luck with the girl I liked most. She was a girl in the twelfth grade. I told that girl that if she had sex with me, only then she would pass the exam; otherwise, I would personally fail her that year. Because of my forceful threat, she nervously agreed. I then had sex with her. After that, the exams happened. That girl was actually a good student. Still, she got scared by my threat and had sex with me. Three months later, the results came out. That girl had failed the exam. She was good at studying, so I hadn't paid any attention to her mark sheet, thinking she would pass easily. After seeing the result, when I checked the records, I found out she hadn't even given the exam. That girl didn't take the exam because of what I did to her. She failed because of me."

Sir's voice was thick with emotion. "After what I did to that girl, I felt overwhelming anger at myself. I decided I had to apologize to that girl. I went straight to that girl's house, but she slapped me hard across the face and threw me out of her house. That slap told me exactly what I had done wrong and what I needed to do to fix it. I had ruined that girl's life, and I had to be the one to fix it. She didn't even want to look at my face. In that desperate situation, I decided to marry her. Her parents were happy about the proposal, but she refused to marry me. Then, on her parents' strong insistence, she finally agreed to marry me. After that, we got married, and after the wedding, she made me promise that I would never do such a terrible thing again in the future."

"Sir, you are truly great," I said softly, genuinely moved by the depth of the story.

Sir didn't reply, simply looking away. Tears welled up in his eyes. I decided to give Sir a moment to remember his wife and silently stepped out of the room. After leaving the room, I walked toward the hall and then near Kiran's room. Kiran's nighty was again stuck in her gaand. I walked right up to Kiran's door, but instead of reaching out to take the nighty out from her gaand, I stopped myself and walked straight out of the house. After hearing Sir's short, regretful love story, I was feeling strange and contemplative. I suddenly remembered MALA again, and that complex memory was why I walked away from Kiran's room. I went straight home and immediately went to sleep, needing to clear my head before the evening.

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[Sage_69]

Avi should fuck Kiran and then share her with his sir. It will become a happy family. And their Friendship will become stronger too. LOL.

[Munda007]

He is not fucking his chachi's enough. He should have 4s with all of them

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## Update 161: The Orchard Seized (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

After a restful nap, I walked to the fields, fully committed to the task. Meena Chachi's final word echoed in my mind: regardless of whether Kamala Kaki gave me a sign or not, I had to have sex with her today. I came straight to Kamala Kaki. Today, Kaki herself immediately brought up the orchard. Perhaps my asking her to pee in front of me yesterday had made Kaki realize I was desperate to see her gaand, meaning I wanted to have sex.

Kaki and I started walking toward the mango orchard. I quickly broke five or six mangoes and climbed down the tree within minutes.

*(I wanted to test the waters and see her reaction.)* "Let's go, Kaki," I said, putting the basket down.

"So soon, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, surprised by my speed.

"Yes, I have some work I need to finish," I lied.

"Wait just a minute," Kamala Kaki said, gesturing toward the trees. "I'll pee first, and then we'll leave together."

"Okay," I agreed, watching her intently.

Kamala Kaki turned her back to me and squatted right there, a few feet away, her face averted to the other side. Critically, Kamala Kaki did not tell me to look away this time. I immediately understood that Kamala Kaki was giving me the green light; she was ready for sex. It wouldn't be right to talk now and then have sex. First, I would have sex, and then we would talk. I quickly unzipped my jeans and took out my lund. I rolled the condom on. Kamala Kaki was still squatting there. I listened carefully. The loud sound of her pee had completely stopped. Kaki had finished relieving herself, but she remained in the low squatting position, deliberately showing me her huge gaand.

This was the perfect opportunity. I approached Kaki without trying to make a sound. Although I *thought* I was being silent, the dry leaves carpeting the orchard ground crunched under my feet. Kaki must have heard the sound of me coming, yet she still did not stand up. This meant Kaki had come to the orchard today with complete preparation and expectation.

I reached her, gripped Kaki's shoulders from behind, and pulled her backward and to the side, causing her to fall onto the ground. Before Kaki could react or protest, I yanked her sari up to her waist. From the back, the sari was already raised from the squat. Kaki's choot was now fully exposed and staring up at me.

There was a thick, dark jungle of hair on Kaki's choot. Kaki tried to move and straighten herself. I quickly mounted Kaki, positioned my lund on her choot, and shoved it inside her with one powerful jerk. Kaki screamed violently. It was the first time I had rammed my whole lund inside a woman with a single, brutal shove. Doing this caused both me and Kaki a jolt of sharp pain. I instantly clamped my hand over Kaki's mouth to muffle her scream. Kaki was clearly in agony, but she did not struggle or try to push me off her body even once.

I held still for a moment, letting the initial pain subside, and then started thrusting. My heart hammered against my ribs, pumping blood furiously through my veins. A knot tightened in my gut from the sheer excitement and fear of Kaki's scream. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I prepared to move. I pushed down, feeling the immense power of my lund inside her. Kaki's choot was quite large and already open, so the initial shock of pain subsided very quickly for her. The speed of my thrusts also increased rapidly. I began fucking her with full, driving force. With every deep thrust, Kamala Kaki instinctively lifted her gaand, which made it all the more pleasurable and easy for me to drive my lund inside. Kaki was clearly enjoying the sex. After ten minutes of this powerful fucking, Kaki's water came out, and she began to moan loudly in pure pleasure.

"Avi, just like that," Kaki gasped against my palm. "Harder. Tear it open! Aaaahhhh, my choot. Aaaahhhhh, how long I've wanted to take your lund! Aahhh."

Hearing Kaki's desperate moans, I increased my speed even further. For another ten minutes, I kept fucking Kaki with ferocious intensity. Kaki's choot was soaking wet. Tsunami after tsunami of pleasure was coming from Kaki's choot. I was also close to releasing my semen. Feeling the imminent rush, I quickly pulled my lund out. I tore the condom off and threw it aside. I brought my throbbing lund near Kaki's mouth. Kaki instantly opened her mouth and took my lund inside. I grabbed Kaki's head and started forcefully thrusting my lund deep into her mouth. In ten or twelve frantic thrusts, I released all my semen deep into Kaki's mouth. Kaki swallowed every drop of the semen.

I collapsed next to Kaki. Kaki lay there, taking long, ragged breaths. After a minute, she adjusted her sari and fixed her clothes.

"Does anyone have sex like that, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, still breathing heavily, a slight smile on her lips.

I looked at Kaki and started laughing, thrilled by the successful conquest.

"Couldn't you have done it more calmly and sweetly?" Kamala Kaki asked, a playful accusation in her voice.

"How was I supposed to know you also desperately wanted to have sex?" I asked innocently.

"If I didn't want to have sex with you, would I show you my gaand every day?" Kamala Kaki countered, arching an eyebrow.

"If you had just said so, I would have done it nicely," I insisted.

"How can a woman say, 'Fuck my choot' herself, Avi?" Kamala Kaki argued, meeting my gaze. "You, the man, have to understand the signals."

"Let it go now," I said. "But did you have fun, Kaki, or not?"

"I hadn't had sex for two long years," Kamala Kaki whispered, her eyes shining. "Of course, I had fun."

"But how did you know for sure that I would be the one to have sex with you?" I asked, needing to know the full truth of her plan.

"That day, I saw you having sex with my daughter-in-law, Mona," Kamala Kaki confessed, a dark intensity entering her voice. "I saw exactly how roughly you were fucking her gaand. That's when I decided that if you could have sex with her like that, you would certainly have sex with me too."

"You saw everything?" I asked, a fresh shock coursing through me. "Then why didn't you say anything to me that day?"

"I screamed and hit Mona at home afterward," Kamala Kaki revealed. "And then I sent her to the city. I needed her to be far away from you so that you would be forced to pay attention to me."

"This means you sent Mona to the city because you wanted to get fucked yourself in her place?" I clarified, my face hardening with the realization.

"Yes," Kamala Kaki admitted simply. "I had been without sex for two years. I had to do this much to satisfy my need."

"I would have had sex with you both, along with Mona," I pointed out, slightly irritated.

"I didn't want to break my family," Kamala Kaki said, shaking her head. "And I couldn't have enjoyed it with you in front of Mona. And besides..."

"And besides what, Kaki?" I urged.

"I particularly like getting my gaand fucked," Kamala Kaki confessed, her eyes wide with desire. "My husband didn't fuck my gaand very often. That day, when I saw you fucking Mona's gaand so roughly, that's when I thought: I have to get my gaand fucked by you."

"Okay," I said, a dangerous plan forming in my mind. "I'll fuck your gaand tomorrow then." *(Kaki did not do the right thing by me. By taking Mona away, she caused me to go without sex for a whole week. Kaki will have to pay for this inconvenience. Kaki likes getting her gaand fucked, does she? I will teach Kaki a lesson tomorrow.)*

"Come to my house tomorrow evening," Kamala Kaki suggested, her voice hopeful.

"Not at home," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I will fuck you right here in this orchard again."

"Not here," Kamala Kaki insisted, her voice tight with fear.

"Why not here?" I challenged her.

"First of all, my gaand has only been fucked a few times," Kamala Kaki explained, nervously twisting her fingers. "And your lund is huge. Anyone could easily hear my screams here in the open."

"If I am going to fuck your gaand, I will do it here," I dictated, staring her down. "Otherwise, I won't do it at all. Now let's go, it's getting late."

After saying that much, I cut off the conversation completely. We walked back to the fields in silence.

I couldn't stop thinking, *What if Kamala Aunty refuses to have sex tomorrow?* But the thought was quickly dismissed. No, she can't refuse. She has a deep, two-year-old thirst she desperately needs to quench. She'll definitely show up tomorrow. I decided to wait and see what would unfold.

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## Update 162: The Blue Film Lesson and a Risky Kiss (Avi, Meena Chachi, Kiran and Sir)

After getting home, I found Meena Chachi and told her about successfully having sex with Kamala Aunty in the orchard.

"I told you she was dying to have sex with you," Meena Chachi smirked, crossing her arms. "You were simply overthinking everything for no reason."

"What can I do, Chachi?" I asked, shrugging helplessly. "I don't have a mind as sharp as yours."

Meena Chachi walked closer, tapping my head playfully. "You do have a mind, Avi, but you don't yet know how to use it properly."

"Then you teach me how to use it," I urged her.

Meena Chachi chuckled, a rich, knowing sound. "There's nothing to teach. You'll learn on your own eventually. Besides, you're already pretty good at using one particular thing."

"What are you talking about, Chachi?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Your third leg," Meena Chachi whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"That's all thanks to Madam's gracious blessings," I boasted, smiling widely.

"You're having all this fun because of Madam's training," Meena Chachi agreed, turning toward the kitchen. "Keep having fun just like this. I'm going to cook dinner now."

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The next day, I went to Sir's house in the afternoon.

Kiran opened the gate, her face unsmiling, and walked straight inside. I immediately suspected she was upset because I hadn't dared to take the nighty completely off her gaand the day before. Because of my hesitation yesterday, it seemed Kiran was angry with me. Or perhaps something else was bothering her.

I went inside and purposefully sat down right next to Kiran in the hall.

Kiran turned her head slowly, her expression serious. "I never thought you would be such a dirty, frustrating boy, Avi."

"What did I do to you?" I asked, my heart beginning to race.

"What did you say to me yesterday?" Kiran countered, her voice low.

"What did I say yesterday, Kiran?" I asked, trying to recall.

"You said you wanted to drink milk," Kiran reminded me.

"Yeah," I confirmed, nodding slowly.

"Whose milk did you actually want to drink?" Kiran pressed, watching my reaction closely.

"I told you yesterday, didn't I?" I said. "Did you finally figure out the animal?"

"Yes and no," Kiran replied cryptically.

"What do you mean by that, Kiran?" I asked, confused.

"I'll give you the milk when you leave to go home," Kiran promised, her lips twitching into a small smile.

*(I truly had no idea what kind of "milk" she was actually planning to give me.)* "Okay," I said, my excitement peaking. "I'll try my best to get out of Sir's room quickly."

I stood up and went into Sir's room.

Sir was sitting there, as usual, with his bottle and glass waiting.

Sir started drinking his alcohol right away and launched into conversation.

"Avi, do you like anal sex?" Sir asked, swirling the liquid in his glass.

"Not particularly, Sir," I confessed.

"Then why did you have anal sex with that girl that day?" Sir questioned, curious.

"My friend advised me that in sex, one should experience both vaginal and anal sex to be complete," I explained. "That's why I tried it that day."

"Yeah, your friend was right to tell you that," Sir agreed. "But not everyone likes to give or receive anal sex."

"I actually found that I enjoy anal sex," I admitted.

"Where did you learn how to do anal sex, Avi?" Sir asked, his eyes widening.

"Does anyone actually teach that, Sir?" I scoffed. "I just figured it out on my own."

"Do you want to see exactly how to have anal sex?" Sir offered, leaning forward.

"Yeah, but who is here right now whose gaand can be used for a demonstration?" I asked, glancing around the room.

"I am talking about watching a blue film," Sir corrected me, chuckling. "Haven't you ever watched one?"

"I haven't watched one, Sir, but I've certainly heard of them," I admitted.

"You're strange," Sir muttered, shaking his head. "You've had sex without ever watching a blue film."

"I don't know where to find blue films, Sir," I explained.

"Do you want to see one now?" Sir asked eagerly.

"Do you have one here?" I asked, eyes widening in anticipation.

"Yes," Sir said. "It's all on my computer. Let's watch."

Sir turned on his computer. He held the mouse in one hand and his glass of alcohol in the other.

Sir quickly started a movie. It was only fifteen minutes long.

The first movie featured a guy whose lund was as large as mine and a girl who was a virgin being taken.

In the second movie, the girl wasn't a virgin, but her gaand was being entered for the first time.

In the third movie, both her choot and her gaand were being penetrated simultaneously.

The fourth movie was entirely about anal sex, but disturbingly, a boy was the one getting his gaand fucked.

The fifth movie involved two girls and one boy.

In the sixth movie, there were two boys and two girls. One guy was penetrating the choot, and the other was penetrating the gaand.

The seventh movie showed five boys and one girl aggressively fucking her.

The eighth movie had two boys and one girl, but both lunds were thrust deep into her choot, and then both lunds were driven into her gaand.

While watching the movies, my lund started to ache with intense hardness. The movies showed countless new and different ways to have sex. Watching them, I learned an immense amount about the art of sex. After the movies finished, Sir played with his lund to calm it down for a minute, and then he was so drunk that he fell asleep.

I carefully turned off the computer.

Then, unable to control myself any longer, I started quickly jerking off. After watching blue films for two long hours, I came almost instantly.

My semen splattered onto Sir's face. I froze. It was a good thing Sir was completely drunk and soundly asleep. Otherwise, I would be in serious trouble. My heart hammered against my ribs, making a loud sound in the quiet room. A knot tightened in my gut, twisting with sudden anxiety and dread. My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat as I reached for a tissue.

I quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned the semen from Sir's face, then quietly left the room.

After coming out, I crept toward Kiran's room. Kiran's nightgown was lying flat and was not stuck in her gaand today.

Kiran was sleeping on her back. Her large, soft breasts looked like smooth mountains pressing against the thin fabric of her nightgown.

*Perhaps Kiran waited up for me and fell asleep in that position.*

*But why was she sleeping on her back today? She always sleeps on her stomach, always showing me her gaand. But today, she is deliberately showing me her mountains.*

*Maybe Kiran is sleeping this way to finally give me the milk she promised.*

I stood there, unsure of what to do next. Then, gathering all my courage, I slowly approached the bed. I looked at Kiran from top to bottom, memorizing her exposed curves. Then, unable to stop myself, I bent down and softly kissed her breasts through the nightgown before quickly backing out of the room.

I stood silently behind the gate, waiting to see what she would do after I left. *Was Kiran truly asleep, or was she just pretending to be?*

I was initially frustrated, thinking, *What if Kamala kaki refuses to have sex today?* But a moment later, I corrected myself. No, she cannot refuse. She has an itch that needs to be scratched, a two-year-long thirst. She will definitely come. I decided to proceed with the plan.

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## Update 163: The Science of Opportunity (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

Later that day, I came home from Sir's house. I realized I had spent a very long time there: first, the chat with Kiran, then the conversation with Sir, then watching the blue film, and finally, the secret observations of Kiran in her room.

All of this had consumed too much time. So, instead of taking another nap, I quickly slipped a condom into my pocket and headed straight for the fields.

I scanned the fields intensely, but Kamala Kaki was nowhere to be seen. I cursed myself under my breath, feeling frustrated. *If I had simply listened to Kamala Kaki when she suggested we should have sex at her house, I would be fucking her gaand right now.*

I sat there in the fields for a while, running the possibilities through my mind. *Kamala Kaki wouldn't do this to me; she needed to satisfy her anal itch.* So why hadn't she come to work? Something was definitely happening that I couldn't figure out.

Then, a sudden thought struck me, lighting up my face. *Ah, this must be it.* Kamala Kaki must be waiting for me in the mango orchard itself. She probably went there directly so no one in the fields would see her and suspect what we were planning.

I whispered a quick, hopeful prayer and walked toward the mango orchard. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. The moment I arrived, I was shocked, but in a good way. Kamala Kaki was sitting patiently under a tree, clearly waiting just for me. I walked up to her quickly.

"Kaki, there you are," I said, my voice relieved. "I was looking all over the fields for you."

"I didn't come to work today," Kamala Kaki got up, stretching lazily. "I took a full day off so I could have uninhibited sex with you, with no time pressure."

"You should have told me your plan," I protested gently, moving closer. "What if I had given up and gone back home?"

"I knew for certain you would come looking for me there," Kamala Kaki said with confidence, smiling widely.

"Do you plan on having sex for two solid hours, then?" I asked, a predatory excitement growing inside me.

"I can't risk having sex with you every day, Avi," Kamala Kaki said, shaking her head slowly. "If we do it too frequently, someone is bound to get suspicious. That's why I want to have a lot of sex today. Then, we will see when we get another opportunity."

"Okay," I agreed readily, grabbing her wrist.

I immediately started kissing Kaki. I didn't spend much time kissing her; I wasn't really enjoying the contact. After watching those movies at Sir's place and already releasing my semen once by jerking off, I knew I had the stamina to fuck Kamala Kaki's *gaand* for a very long time without the risk of coming early. I broke the kiss quickly.

"Kaki, take off your clothes, quickly," I instructed, my voice impatient and demanding.

She immediately took off her sari and blouse. Kaki's body was heavy and plump; she was a large woman. Her breasts were very big and saggy, swinging heavily. I only stripped down to my bare waist, removing my jeans and underwear quickly.

I took out a condom and rolled it onto my *lund*. I had brought four or five condoms with me today, knowing Kaki wanted to fully quench her thirst. I was determined to use as many as possible.

I brought my *lund* close to her mouth.

"I have never sucked a condom-covered *lund* before," Kamala Kaki stated, looking curiously at the latex.

"Do it today, then," I urged, pushing it closer.

"I'll take the condom off first," Kamala Kaki proposed, reaching for the rubber. "I'll put it back on after I suck it clean."

"If you do that, my *lund* will be dry when it goes into your *gaand*," I said, pulling back slightly, worried about the friction.

"Just put your *lund* in my *choot* first to make it wet and slippery, and then put it in my *gaand*," Kamala Kaki suggested, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Okay," I conceded, giving in to her eagerness. "Do whatever you want, but hurry up. I want to have sex two or three times today."

Kaki smiled widely, clearly happy to hear my target of two or three times.

Kaki immediately started sucking my *lund*. She enjoyed taking my long and thick *lund* deep into her mouth.

She was sucking my *lund* with intense pleasure, taking the whole *lund* down her throat greedily.

After she sucked my *lund* for a while, I pulled it out of her mouth.

Then I made Kaki lie down on her petticoat on the rough ground. She lay back, spreading her legs wide to expose her *choot* fully to me.

I positioned my *lund* on her *choot*. Kaki remembered the aggressive sex from yesterday. She instinctively grabbed my discarded underwear and stuffed it into her mouth.

Kaki wasn't wearing panties today. By putting my underwear in her mouth, she prepared to muffle her screams from my *lund* entering her *choot* and then her *gaand*.

I pushed my whole *lund* in with a single, brutal thrust. Kaki let out a muffled scream into the cloth. Her fists clenched the petticoat tightly on either side of her head, knuckles white.

I immediately started thrusting deeply and powerfully. My *lund* was sliding in and out of Kaki's *choot* with ease now that it was wet.

Since I had already released semen once by jerking off in the afternoon, I knew I could fuck Kaki's *choot* and *gaand* for a very long time without stopping or worrying about coming.

I kept thrusting, driving hard into her. As Kaki and I had agreed, I needed to lubricate the condom by fucking her *choot* thoroughly.

Kaki came with a sudden rush of fluids. Looking at the amount of discharge, it seemed like she had been thinking about this sex since yesterday and had built up so much anticipation and fluid. The condom got very wet and slick, glistening in the dim light.

I pulled my *lund* out of her *choot*. Kaki understood exactly why I had pulled my *lund* out of her.

"How are you going to fuck me now?" Kamala Kaki asked, her voice eager, reaching for my waist.

"Get on all fours, Kaki," I commanded, pulling her up. "Today, my horse will ride the mare."

I made Kaki get onto her hands and knees, positioning her *gaand* upward for me. Kaki's butt hole was wide open and clearly visible. This confirmed my suspicion that she had definitely had anal sex before, maybe many times.

First, I slapped her plump buttocks hard. Kaki's big *gaand* turned red instantly from the sound and force of the slaps.

"What are you doing, Avi?" Kamala Kaki protested, trying to look back at me over her shoulder.

"I'm making your *gaand* nice and red for me," I said, giving it another stinging slap.

"Do all that slapping later," Kamala Kaki urged, moving her *gaand* suggestively. "Put your *lund* in my *gaand* first!"

"Are you that itchy and desperate that you can't wait a moment?" I teased her, running my hand along the curve of her *gaand*.

"My *gaand* has been waiting for a *lund* for two years," Kamala Kaki pleaded, pushing back slightly.

"Okay, I'll end your long wait," I said, positioning myself carefully. "But should I do it slowly, or should I just..."

"Don't put it all in at once like you did in my *choot* yesterday," Kamala Kaki cautioned, her voice tightening with a hint of fear.

"What, Kaki? You've had anal sex so many times, yet you're asking me this?" I said, feigning confusion to tease her.

"Your *lund* is long and thick," Kamala Kaki admitted, gripping the ground. "But... never mind. Just put it in in two separate thrusts, okay?"

"Then get ready," I warned her, my *lund* throbbing.

I told Kaki that I was putting my *lund* in her *gaand*. Kaki shook her head to signal yes, her face tight.

I placed my *lund* right on her butt hole and thrust once, gently. Half of my *lund* slid easily into Kaki's *gaand*. She didn't seem to feel much pain at all; the *lund* went into her *gaand* without struggle.

Seeing that she wasn't in any discomfort, I pushed my whole *lund* in with a second, hard thrust. This time, Kaki flinched in pain, sucking a breath past the cloth. But she controlled the pain and remained still, waiting.

I was about to stop to let her adjust, but Kaki mumbled into the cloth in her mouth, telling me to start thrusting immediately. I didn't care about the pain I caused her, so I immediately started fucking her *gaand* vigorously and without mercy.

With the intense in-and-out motion deep inside her *gaand*, my *lund* was getting a raw, different kind of pleasure—a pleasure I hadn't even achieved from jerking off that afternoon.

While vigorously fucking her *gaand*, I also reached forward and put two fingers into her *choot*, beginning to fuck her vaginally with my fingers simultaneously.

Kaki was now moaning softly into the cloth, the sound muffled and strained. She started deliberately moving her *gaand* backward, driving herself harder onto my *lund* to take it deeper inside her.

After fucking her *gaand* intensely for ten minutes, I suddenly pulled my *lund* out. The slick, tight warmth was instantly gone, leaving me feeling hollow. As soon as I pulled it out, Kaki twisted her head back, her breath hitching sharply.

"Why did you pull it out?" Kamala Kaki gasped, her eyes wide with frustration and heat.

"To put it in your *choot* now," I replied, grabbing her hips to turn her over.

"You can do that later!" Kamala Kaki insisted, trying to twist back to her hands and knees. "Just put it back in my *gaand* today!"

"Let me have sex my way, Kaki," I dictated firmly, holding her hips down until she settled. "Or I won't even put it in your *choot*."

"Okay," Kamala Kaki conceded quickly, shifting to her back submissively. "Do whatever you want, but fuck my *gaand* more at the end."

I immediately positioned myself and shoved my *lund* into her *choot*. I began thrusting hard and deep. It was a dizzying sequence: first the *choot*, then the *gaand*, then back to the *choot*, and back to the *gaand*. This kind of alternating sex was giving Kaki a double, frantic pleasure. With the continuous *choot* and *gaand* fucking, Kaki was coming again and again, her body bucking wildly under mine.

Now, I also felt the sudden, powerful urge to come. I yanked my *lund* out of her *gaand* swiftly. I tore off the wet condom and threw it aside into the brush, then brought my throbbing *lund* directly to Kaki’s mouth.

After five or six frantic thrusts, I released all my semen into Kaki’s mouth. Kaki swallowed every drop eagerly, not wasting anything. She then meticulously licked my *lund* clean, her eyes focused on the task.

I sat down hard under the tree, breathing heavily and exhausted. Kaki lay sprawled on her petticoat, panting heavily, her breasts heaving.

The light in the orchard was beginning to fade into dusk. I sat there, resting, staring at Kaki's *gaand*—the wide-open hole that I had just brutally fucked.

After resting for a while, Kaki suddenly got up, her thirst clearly not fully quenched.

Kaki crawled over to me and immediately started sucking my *lund*. With her warm, wet sucking, my *lund* got hard again with surprising speed and force.

While Kaki was sucking my *lund*, the blue film I had seen at Sir’s house was playing vividly in my mind.

I remembered the scene where two guys put their *lunds* into the *gaand* at the same time. A powerful desire to try something similar surged through me. Kaki clearly liked getting her *gaand* fucked; she certainly wouldn't refuse to take two *lunds* in her *gaand*.

But where could I get another *lund* from right now? Who should I call to fuck Kaki's *gaand* with me?

*Should I call Mona’s brother?* I shook my head internally. *No, Kaki would never have sex with him.* I was at a complete loss.

Even if I called someone, the entire process would take too long. Just then, an idea hit me hard. I picked up a thick stick that was lying nearby on the ground. I could use this stick as a second *lund*. But if I put a rough stick in her *gaand*, Kaki could be seriously hurt.

I quickly found a solution for the pain: I put a condom onto the stick. Now it felt smooth and safe enough. The stick wasn't as thick as my *lund*, but it was definitely longer.

I made Kaki stand up and told her to bend over and hold onto the tree trunk for support. After she gripped the tree, I came up behind her.

"Kaki, you really like getting your *gaand* fucked, right?" I asked, my voice low and dominant, gripping her waist.

"Yes," Kamala Kaki breathed out, bracing herself against the tree.

"Today, I will fuck you so hard that you will either never want to get your *gaand* fucked again in your life, or you will always want me to fuck your *gaand*," I promised, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

"What exactly are you going to do to me?" Kamala Kaki asked, her voice laced with fear and thrill, her chest heaving.

"Whatever I do, you have to support me and endure it," I commanded, leaning close to her ear. "And most importantly: don't scream."

Kaki obediently grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth, preparing for the pain.

I knew I had to loosen Kaki's *gaand* again first. I drove my whole *lund* into her *gaand* with one savage thrust. And I started thrusting with ferocious speed and power, focusing only on her tight hole.

Kaki was shaking violently from my deep thrusts, but she was clearly ecstatic with this powerful fucking.

I found my opportunity and slowly pushed the condom-covered stick into her *choot*. As soon as the stick went in, I started moving it in and out of her *choot*.

"What did you put in there?" Kamala Kaki moaned, her voice muffled against the cloth. "Aaah... it feels good. Keep doing whatever you are doing right now."

Only half of the stick was inside so far. I had originally planned to put the stick in her *gaand* along with my *lund*, but realized that could damage my *lund*. So I changed my plan quickly.

When the whole stick finally went into her *choot*, Kaki let out one sharp, muffled scream into the cloth, but then she clenched her jaw and stuffed my underwear tighter into her mouth.

On one side, my real *lund* was furiously driving in and out of her *gaand*, and on the other, I was slowly working the fake *lund* in and out of her *choot*.

I was only focused on fucking her *gaand* now. I didn't have any more condoms left. That meant I couldn't have sex after this one. Whatever pleasure and enjoyment I wanted, I had to get it all right now, in this single, final session.

Kaki’s large buttocks were shaking violently from my powerful thrusts. Her two big, plump breasts were swaying wildly. They swung back and forth with my every thrust. When my *lund* went in, Kaki's breasts swung up toward her mouth. When I pulled my *lund* out, they swung back down heavily.

Kaki could never have imagined I would fuck her like this: a real *lund* in her *gaand* and a fake *lund* in her *choot*. Kaki was having an extremely hard time controlling herself. She was trying her absolute best to stop from screaming out loud. Kaki was completely out of breath, panting into the underwear.

I kept thrusting, ignoring her struggles. Kaki had been standing and getting fucked for a full thirty-five minutes. Her legs finally started to shake and buckle. I increased the speed of my thrusts one last time, driving in deeper. After two minutes of a final frenzy, I filled Kaki's *gaand* with all my semen.

I slowly pulled my *lund* out of Kaki's *gaand*. Kaki’s butt hole was left wide open, slick and glistening with fluid. Kaki immediately sank under the tree and started trying to catch her breath, gasping loudly. After twenty minutes of complete silence, Kaki finally calmed down enough to speak.

"You have an incredible amount of strength, Avi," Kamala Kaki admitted, rubbing her tired legs carefully. "My two-year itch is finally gone. Now I feel like I won't be able to have sex for a month or two. And what exactly did you put in my *choot* while you were fucking my *gaand*?"

"I put a stick in there, Kaki," I confessed, shrugging on my shirt. "Did you not enjoy it?"

"I enjoyed it very, very much," Kamala Kaki whispered, a happy expression on her face.

"Then keep enjoying yourself like this," I said, putting on my clothes quickly. "Okay, I'm leaving now. You sit here and rest for a while longer."

"Are you really leaving me alone here?" Kamala Kaki asked, trying to reach out to me with a desperate hand.

"My Chachaji will be waiting for me soon," I explained, zipping my jeans. "You can go home when you're ready."

I zipped up my jeans without putting on my underwear. I stuffed my underwear into my pocket and walked out of the orchard toward the fields, my legs shaky but satisfied.

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## Update 164: The Sleeping Pill and Kiran's Milk (Avi and Kiran)

The next day, the memory of fucking Kamala Kaki so intensely yesterday filled my mind. Today, however, was dedicated to Kiran.

After my morning workout, Meena Chachi brought me a glass of milk.

"Chachi, yesterday I had amazing sex with Kamala Kaki," I announced, taking the glass.

Meena Chachi set her hands on her hips, a grin spreading across her face. "What exactly did you do? Tell me every detail."

I recounted the entire story to Chachi, describing the aggressive sex I had with Kaki in the orchard.

"You gave that old woman such a difficult time," Meena Chachi said, shaking her head in amusement. "She probably won't be able to walk properly for a month."

"What could I do, Chachi?" I said, taking a sip of the milk. "Kaki sent Mona away, so I had to make up for a whole week of not getting any by fucking her gaand."

"Don't get too attached to Kaki now," Meena Chachi advised, her expression turning serious. "Find someone else, someone younger."

"Chachi, the younger one is Riya, and she's gone to the village," I explained. "Kamala Kaki sent Mona away, so I had no choice but to keep doing it with Kaki until Mona or Riya comes back."

"Alright," Meena Chachi conceded, waving a hand. "Keep doing it with Kaki until Riya returns, but you stop with her immediately once Riya is back, understand?"

"Yes, Chachi," I promised. "I'm going to Sir's house this afternoon."

"What's new about that?" Meena Chachi asked, frowning. "You go every single day."

"I'll be home late in the evening," I replied, standing up.

"What will you be doing at Sir's house for such a long time?" Meena Chachi pressed.

"I'll tell you all about it when I get back," I said, avoiding her gaze.

"Alright," Meena Chachi said, finally dropping the interrogation. "I'll handle everything here at home."

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I left for Sir's house in the afternoon. Kiran opened the gate for me. I looked at Kiran once, letting my eyes linger, and then walked right inside.

"You didn't give me the milk yesterday," I stated, walking past her into the hall.

Kiran followed me, closing the gate. "The milk was ready and waiting, but you didn't drink it and just left," she replied, her voice soft.

"Where was it, Kiran? I didn't see it anywhere I looked," I challenged, sitting down.

"It was in the same place it always is, Avi," Kiran said, sitting across from me.

"Will you put it in that same spot today, too?" I asked, leaning toward her.

"The milk will always be there, waiting," Kiran confirmed, giving me a knowing smile.

"Is there really milk there, though?" I asked, pressing the boundary.

Kiran shook her head, her smile widening. "There isn't any milk, but you can certainly try your best to get some out. Maybe some will come out if you work hard enough."

"Don't worry about that, Kiran," I assured her, my heart pounding with excitement. "I will absolutely get it out."

"Drink the milk very carefully," Kiran cautioned, her eyes darting toward Sir's room. "If someone sees you, they might ask for some, too."

"Now that milk is only mine," I said possessively. "Don't worry, I'll drink it completely in secret."

"Alright," Kiran whispered. "I'll wait patiently for you."

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I went into Sir's room. Sir saw me enter and immediately took out a fresh bottle of alcohol.

"It was so much fun watching those movies yesterday while drinking alcohol," Sir slurred slightly, already taking a sip.

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun," I agreed, walking over to his table. "Do you want to watch another one today, Sir?"

"Wait, I'll put one on the computer," Sir said, setting his glass on the table and moving to start the machine.

This was my chance. I pulled a sleeping pill out of my pocket and quickly dropped it into his glass, swirling the last remnants of the drink to dissolve it.

Sir started the computer. I handed Sir his glass of alcohol. He emptied the glass in one large gulp. I sat down and started watching the movie on the screen. After only a little while, Sir's head dropped, and he fell soundly asleep.

I quietly turned off the computer and crept toward Kiran's room. Kiran was lying on the bed, asleep.

Kiran was sleeping on her back today, exposing her chest and abdomen. I went and stood silently near the bed. Then, I sat down gently on the edge of the bed next to her.

Kiran appeared to be in a deep sleep. I leaned down and softly kissed Kiran’s choot right over her nightgown. After kissing her, I looked up at her face. Her eyes remained closed; she was still sleeping.

I moved to her feet. I started kissing her feet slowly. Just like I had seen in one of the movies, I started kissing her feet in the exact same way.

I slowly started kissing my way up her body. As I kissed higher, the nightgown also began to slide up with my movement.

The nightgown rose to her thighs. I started kissing her soft inner thighs. Then, with a little more effort, I managed to push the nightgown all the way up to her waist. Exposed in front of me now were Kiran’s panties, with a hidden treasure concealed beneath.

I looked at Kiran's face one last time, checking for movement, and then began kissing her choot right over her panties. The moment my mouth touched her panties, the strong, musky smell of her choot juice hit my brain and intoxicated me.

I started licking her choot with my tongue, right over the cotton of her panties.

I looked at Kiran’s face again and then, very slowly, started to pull off her panties. It was difficult to peel them off around her hips, but with a little sustained effort, the panties slid off easily.

Kiran's choot was now fully exposed in front of me. She did not have any hair on her choot at all. Looking at Kiran’s choot, it seemed like she had not had sex very often. Her choot looked like a virgin girl’s choot after only two or three rounds of sex.

I kissed Kiran’s choot and quickly looked at her face. She was still sleeping, or doing an incredibly good job of pretending to be asleep.

Then, I showered her choot with hot, wet kisses. My shower of kisses made Kiran’s choot become completely wet, totally soaked with juice.

Then I started licking Kiran’s choot with my tongue. Kiran’s choot juice was salty and abundant. I put my tongue inside her choot and started fucking it vigorously with my tongue.

After licking her choot intensely for a while, Kiran came with a sudden, violent spasm. As soon as she came, the entire bed shook under her body. After drinking her juice deeply, I looked up at Kiran's face. Her eyes were wide open, and she was staring at me angrily.

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## Update 165: The Milk Drunk (Avi and Kiran)

Kiran stared at me, her wide eyes flashing with a mix of anger and shock at what I had just done to her.

"What exactly are you doing down there on the bed?" Kiran demanded, pushing herself up on her elbows.

"I'm drinking the milk," I replied simply, my tongue still feeling the rush of her taste. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

"That's fine," Kiran hissed, her voice low and sharp as she glanced nervously toward the door, "but why did you leave the main gate wide open? What if papa walks in right now? You didn't even stop to think about the trouble I'd be in! If you don't care about yourself, at least think about me!"

"Why are you getting so worked up, Kiran?" I asked, crawling closer to her exposed body. "I put Sir soundly to sleep. I promise you, even if a bomb went off right here, Sir wouldn't wake up."

Kiran's expression changed immediately; the anger drained out, replaced by a flicker of hope and desire. "Is Dad *really* asleep?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes, he is," I confirmed, reaching out to brush her thigh.

She brushed my hand away, insisting, "Even so, you should have at least closed the gate. And what are you doing down there on the bed, still bothering me?"

"I just told you I'm drinking the milk," I said, leaning in, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

"The milk is up here," Kiran countered, pointing a finger to her soft, full breasts, "and you were drinking it all the way down here."

"You already told me there was no milk up there," I reminded her, moving my hand to her waist.

"You said you'd get it out," Kiran challenged me, her eyes darkening.

"I'm getting it out from down here, where it collects," I insisted, running my thumb along the top of her choot.

Kiran's breath hitched, and her voice softened into a low, irresistible tease. "The milk is very deep down there, Avi. You'll have to use something very long to get it all out and make me feel empty."

"I know exactly how to get your milk out, Kiran," I said, my gaze intense, my pulse beginning to hammer in my ears. "You just need to fully cooperate with me and let me do my job."

"Then hurry up and get it out, Avi," Kiran urged, grabbing my hand and pulling my arm toward her mouth.

Kiran was talking too much, and the rising anticipation was killing my control. I decided the conversation was over. I grabbed Kiran's head firmly in my hands and sealed her mouth with a rough, silencing kiss.

Kiran instantly melted beneath the pressure. I began to suck hard on her lower lip, pulling it into my mouth. At first, Kiran was still, stunned by the sudden force, but after two minutes, she responded fiercely, aggressively sucking my lips back. I pushed my tongue past her teeth into Kiran's mouth. Kiran immediately sucked my tongue deep, then I returned the favor, pulling her tongue into my mouth.

After a feverish ten minutes, we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, our chests heaving uncontrollably. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me, and my lund throbbed violently with the sheer sexual energy we had just generated.

I immediately started stripping off my clothes, not bothering with buttons or zips. I tore off everything until I was completely naked.

"Dad will come," Kiran whispered again, still panting, her eyes glued to my body.

"I told you Sir is fast asleep," I reassured her, standing naked over the bed. "I gave him a powerful sleeping pill; he's gone for hours."

"A sleeping pill? You really gave him one?" Kiran asked, her eyes widening in a mix of astonishment and thrill.

"Yes, really," I said, taking a step closer, letting my body be fully seen.

"This thing of yours, Avi, how did it get so big?" Kiran asked, her gaze fixed entirely on my lund, her voice soft with genuine awe.

"Why? Don't you like them big and ready for use?" I asked, flexing my legs, making my lund jump slightly.

"I do like them," Kiran admitted, her voice becoming a strained whisper, "but this is the first time in my life I've seen one so enormous, so ready to ruin me."

"Do you just want to look at it now," I challenged her, my voice low and dominant, "or do you want to finally take it all inside you?"

She didn't waste a second, making a move to jump on me, but I smoothly stopped her, gently laying her back down on the bed. My mind wasn't ready for the finish; I wanted to build the pleasure slowly and completely.

I climbed on top of Kiran, straddling her, and lowered my head to her chest. I immediately latched onto one of her breasts, taking the heavy weight into my mouth. I started to suck hard, but Kiran pushed my head down, demanding something else. "Bite me, Avi," she hissed, her voice tight with anticipation.

I understood. I clamped down carefully, biting her nipple hard, enjoying the quick intake of her breath. She groaned, a sound of pleasure mixed with sharp pain. While my mouth worked her left breast, delivering small, sharp bites along the sensitive skin and areola, my free hand reached down to knead and squeeze the other breast, rolling her nipple roughly between my fingers. I worked her soft, full breasts, paying attention to the rising hardness of the tips, for a long moment, building the tension with deliberate pain.

I pulled back slightly, looking at her flushed face. "There's no milk in these," I stated, a playful challenge in my voice.

Kiran grabbed my head, her voice raw and desperate. "There's plenty down below, Avi!" she insisted. "Drink it from there! Drink as much as you want, and then let your weapon drink, too!"

Her plea was all the confirmation I needed. We immediately shifted our bodies, moving into the 69 position. As soon as her mouth found my lund, the desperate hunger was evident. She started sucking with a furious intensity. The wet heat and the quick, demanding rhythm of her mouth told me everything: Kiran's husband had left her with a burning desire I was about to satisfy.

My head was pressed right against her lower body. I breathed in her strong, musky scent and started licking Kiran's choot with focused passion. Her skin was incredibly soft, and the inner folds were already slick and hot. I used my tongue to explore her completely, but following her own rule, I also used my teeth on her clitoris, dragging small, rough scbangs across the sensitive nub. Kiran arched sharply against my mouth, loving the combination of wet pleasure and rough friction. I dove deep, my tongue slipping inside her, then circling and flicking the sensitive core of her pleasure, occasionally pressing my front teeth against her. I drank every bit of her essence.

After what felt like a short, frantic moment, Kiran suddenly tensed. Her body arched hard against my face, and she let out a choked moan as she exploded into a climax, her body shaking hard against the mattress. I kept my tongue firmly in place, not pulling away, and drank every bit of her release, savoring the salty flavor of her intense pleasure.

"I drank the milk, Kiran," I announced, pulling back just enough to look at her, my mouth wet with her essence.

"How was it, Avi? Did you like the taste?" Kiran asked, her eyes still half-closed, heavy with pleasure.

I confirmed the quality with a slow, possessive look. "Your milk is very, very good. It seems like you've been carefully collecting it for a very long time now."

"Yes," Kiran whispered, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "I've been collecting it for five long months now."

I repeated the duration, my voice dropping lower, a possessive growl in my throat. "For five months? Then I'll have to drink a lot more of it to make up for all that lost time."

Kiran tried to argue, her hands running restlessly over my chest. "You've had your drink already! Now, it's time for the main event. Now let your lund drink the rest!"

"I will let my weapon drink," I promised, moving up to straddle her legs, my body heat pressing down on her, "but first, I'm having one more taste with my mouth. I'm greedy for your milk."

Kiran groaned, frustrated by the delay. "The milk is very deep, Avi! It's too far for your tongue now. First, you have to use your lund to take it out, and then you can keep drinking all you want!"

"Alright," I conceded, a wicked smirk on my face, knowing I'd win either way. I moved my body fully over her, positioning myself. "First, I'll let the lund drink, and then I'll drink with my mouth. Deal."

I positioned my hard lund right on her slick, engorged choot. Instead of pushing, I started a slow, deliberate rubbing motion, dragging the thick head of my lund back and forth across her slick, sensitive opening, letting the exquisite friction drive her wild.

"Avi, please, put it in slowly," Kiran begged, her hands shooting up to grab my arms, her body practically vibrating beneath me. "Once it's in, you can do absolutely anything you want to me!"

"But I want to do it *my* way," I said, ignoring her plea, my tone demanding complete surrender. I wasn't just going to push in; I was going to make the entry its own moment of exquisite torture and power. I didn't move again, just held the searing contact, making her beg for the next step.

I put all my power behind my lund. Its head, already slick from our previous exchange, found its way and slipped easily into her choot. Kiran didn't flinch; she felt no pain at all. Encouraged, I gave a powerful, controlled thrust, driving four full inches of my lund deep inside her.

I came down fully on top of Kiran, pressing my weight onto her. My hands immediately found her soft breasts, gripping and squeezing them, and my mouth claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Kiran was overwhelmed. This three-pronged attack—my lips on hers, my hands pressing her breasts, and my large lund buried deep in her choot—was more than she could handle. She was entirely immersed in the high of sex, her senses overloaded, enjoying every second.

Seeing Kiran completely lost in pleasure, I drove in one final, powerful thrust. My whole lund went all the way inside, pushing to its full depth. Kiran was already so intoxicated and aroused that the pain of the stretch was minimal. With the distraction of me fiercely kissing her lips and pressing her breasts at the same time, she barely registered the intensity of the full penetration.

I decided I didn't want to hurt her, as I planned to have sex with Kiran for the next month or two. To let her adjust to the size of my lund, I simply held my body still for a moment, keeping my lund completely buried deep inside her choot.

Then, I broke the kiss. I slightly pulled my lund out, savoring the slickness, then immediately pushed it back in. A deep groan escaped Kiran's mouth as the sensation hit her.

I freed Kiran's lips, but I kept my hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. I began a slower, more deliberate sequence. I pulled out half my lund and instantly drove it back in. I repeated this motion, letting her feel the full volume of me traveling in and out. Then, I pulled out my entire lund until only the head was touching her, and slammed it back in completely. Kiran was loving the sensation. By keeping the in-and-out motion slow and deliberate, Kiran was fully feeling the size and thickness of my lund moving deep inside her.

Next, I kept my lund fully inside her choot and started a slow grinding motion, shaking my hips as if I were dancing on top of her. Kiran enjoyed this deep, grinding pressure as well.

Finally, I began thrusting. I started slowly, then quickly transitioned to very hard, aggressive thrusts. With every hard, deep drive, Kiran would gasp out, "Hit it harder!" I would immediately respond by driving even harder. Again, she would command, "Hit it harder!" This intense, passionate game continued—I would thrust, and Kiran would instantly demand more.

After fucking her like this for a sustained, feverish period, I felt my release nearing. I kept the powerful thrusts going and finally released my semen deep into Kiran's choot. Kiran had already climaxed five times—twice before the sex started and three times during the penetration—and she came again with my final push.

We had incredible sex. Kiran's command to "Hit it harder!" with every drive made the entire experience brutally intense. When we finished, we were both completely out of breath, panting against each other.

After a long while, we both calmed down, the air thick and warm around us.

"Get off me, Avi," Kiran finally said, pushing my shoulder lightly.

I pulled my lund out of her choot.

"Move," Kiran instructed, already swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom."

I got off Kiran.

Kiran left the room, completely naked, and walked quickly toward the bathroom. My eyes were fixed on her gaand, which was moving side-to-side with a beautiful, natural sway as she walked.

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## Update 166: The Second Thirst (Avi and Kiran)

A little while later, Kiran came back into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Kiran walked over and handed me a glass of water, her eyes moving over my naked body.

"Why haven't you bothered to put your clothes on yet?" Kiran asked, her tone teasing.

"You haven't put yours on either," I countered, taking a long drink.

"This is my house," Kiran pointed out, shrugging her shoulders. "I can be dressed however I want in here. You should put your clothes on."

"What's the hurry to get dressed?" I asked, setting the glass down and crawling toward her. "This is just the beginning of our afternoon. I definitely want to do it one more time."

Kiran immediately backed away, shaking her head. "No, I can't. My choot will get too loose if we keep going, and I can't handle any more right now."

"I'm not talking about fucking your choot again," I clarified, my eyes dropping to the soft curve of her gaand. "I'm talking about your gaand."

Kiran frowned deeply, folding her arms across her chest. "Why are you all so obsessed with my gaand?"

"Who all are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"My husband, who else?" Kiran snapped, her voice sharp. "Do I look like some kind of a slut who would have sex with anyone who asks?"

"I didn't say that at all, Kiran," I protested, immediately raising my hands. "If I hurt your feelings, look, I'm holding my ears. Please, forgive me."

Kiran's expression broke, and she started laughing, a beautiful, unexpected sound. "I forgive you, Avi," she confirmed, lowering her towel-covered arms.

"I don't believe you've truly forgiven me," I challenged her, tilting my head.

"Hey, I said I forgave you!" Kiran insisted, swatting my arm playfully.

"First, you have to give me your gaand, and *then* I'll believe you have genuinely forgiven my rude behavior," I pressed, my voice low.

Kiran rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Stop this foolish act. Do whatever you want to me, Avi. I haven't actually stopped you yet."

The sound of her surrender was like a match to a fuse; my lund immediately surged back to a rock-hard state. I grabbed Kiran's hand and roughly pulled her toward me, making her straddle my body. My lund began knocking right against Kiran’s gaand through the thin towel.

I leaned back and started sucking Kiran's lips fiercely. Kiran couldn't kiss for long with her neck bent back at such an awkward angle.

I laid Kiran down gently on the bed, removing the towel as she fell. I placed a thick pillow underneath her lower back, which lifted and angled her gaand perfectly toward me.

I climbed on top of Kiran. I wanted to heat her up fully first. I started kissing her deeply. After the kiss, I lowered my attention and started playing with her nipples. I began licking her nipples with my tongue; the tips immediately hardened into tight knots. Then I started sucking her full breasts, taking one deeply into my mouth. While I was furiously sucking her breast, I slipped one finger into her choot and started moving it rapidly in and out.

The triple stimulation—sucking, kneading, and fingering—made Kiran completely turned on. Her body trembled, and she began to whimper, reaching for me blindly.

I pulled my finger out of her choot and positioned my hot lund directly onto her butt hole.

"Wait," Kiran gasped, stopping my movement instantly.

"What happened now?" I asked, my heart pounding with frustration.

"Put some oil on it first," Kiran said, her voice tight.

"Where is the oil kept?" I asked, glancing around the room.

"It's over there on that small table," Kiran indicated with a nod.

I grabbed the oil. I put a generous amount of the oil all over my lund. I put the rest of the oil directly into Kiran's gaand. While applying the oil, I used my finger to push some of it inside her butt hole a little bit. This way, the oil was spread thoroughly on the inside. I could feel that Kiran's husband had definitely had anal sex with her, which had made her butt hole a little looser than normal.

Then I positioned my lund on her gaand again, ready to push.

"Wait again," Kiran insisted, grabbing the sheet tightly.

"What is it this time?" I asked, gritting my teeth.

"Please close the door," Kiran whispered urgently. "What if Dad comes after hearing me scream?"

"I told you I put Sir to sleep with a sleeping pill," I reminded her, sighing.

"Even so, please, just close the gate now," Kiran pleaded.

"Okay, I will," I conceded, stepping away. I went and shut the gate, hearing the lock click loudly in the quiet house.

"Is there anything else you need, Kiran?" I asked, walking back and standing over her. "Tell me everything now."

"Everything's done now," Kiran finally sighed in surrender. "Now, please put it in."

I positioned my lund on her gaand. I looked down at Kiran one last time. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down hard on her lower lip, bracing herself.

I gave a strong, forceful thrust, and half of my lund went deep into her gaand. Kiran immediately let out a sharp, ragged scream.

"Aaaah... are you going to tear me apart? Do it slowly, Avi. Aaaah... it hurts!" she cried out.

Ignoring her pain, I immediately reached forward and began pressing and twisting Kiran's breasts. The sharp sensation of my fingers on her nipples provided a distracting pleasure.

I lowered my lips to Kiran's mouth and gave a final, strong thrust. My whole lund went inside her gaand. Kiran screamed again, but the sound was muffled by my mouth covering hers. I continued to aggressively press and twist Kiran's breasts. I kept my lund completely buried inside her gaand, holding the position.

I stayed like this for five long minutes. My pulse hammered violently against my throat and temples; the tightness of her gaand felt like a delicious vice around me. When Kiran finally started to relax and feel better, I slowly began to move my lund.

I started thrusting, slow at first, then harder. The friction and force of my large lund moving in and out quickly caused Kiran’s gaand to turn a furious red. The initial in-and-out movement still caused Kiran pain, but as the minutes passed, the pain began to lessen. A little while later, Kiran's pain was completely gone, replaced by pure sensation. I kept thrusting, and Kiran kept enjoying it, groaning deep in her throat. Only the wet, slapping sounds of sex could be heard echoing in the room.

I was driving hard into her, and Kiran responded by rubbing her choot with her hands, moving her hips to meet my strokes. I continued to fuck Kiran's gaand intensely for about thirty minutes. Kiran loved every single minute of it.

Finally, I felt the unmistakable heat and released my semen deep into Kiran's gaand. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and collapsed onto the bed next to her, desperately catching my breath.

Kiran got up almost immediately and walked toward the bathroom. I noticed that Kiran’s walk was different now—a little stiff and unsteady. I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me.

An hour later, I woke up with a jerk. I checked the time; it was exactly 5:00 PM. I came out of the room naked, my body still buzzing. First, I went to Sir's room and checked: Sir was still soundly sleeping, just as I had intended.

Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After coming out of the bathroom, I walked toward the kitchen. Kiran was wearing her nightgown and was working at the counter. I walked up quietly behind Kiran and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"What are you doing, Avi? Weren't you satisfied after doing it twice?" Kiran asked, her voice breathless.

"I want to do it one more time," I growled into her neck.

Without waiting for a response, I quickly pulled Kiran's nightgown up and off her body.

"Wait, Avi! Stop!" Kiran protested, gripping the counter. "Whatever you want to do, save it for tomorrow. Not today."

"Why not today?" I demanded, pressing my hard lund against her gaand.

"We already did it twice today," Kiran whispered pleadingly.

"I want more, and I will have more," I insisted, my voice allowing no argument.

I didn't listen to Kiran. I quickly positioned myself and pushed my lund into Kiran’s choot from behind, bending her slightly over the counter, and started having sex. Our intense game started all over again. This time, I fucked Kiran right there in the kitchen, intensely working her choot and gaand in a frantic sequence.

After having sex with Kiran one last time, I finally dressed and went home.

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## Update 166A: The Confession and the Missing Kaki (Avi and Meena Chachi)

After having sex with Kiran, I finally came home.

In the main hall, all three aunts—Meena Chachi, Pooja Bua, and Suman Chachi—were sitting and talking, their voices a low murmur. I sat down and talked with them for a while, making my presence seem normal. Then, I casually caught the eye of Meena Chachi, and nodded toward my room.

Meena Chachi followed me into the quiet of my room, closing the door softly behind her. She stood with her arms folded. "What is it, Avi? Why did you call me in here like this?" she asked, her voice intrigued.

"I have something important to tell you about my day," I said, a pleased smirk spreading across my face.

Meena Chachi smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "I already know exactly what you are going to tell me."

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "What am I going to tell you, then?"

Meena Chachi tapped her chin lightly. "You want to tell me you had sex with Sir's daughter-in-law, Kiran, right?"

My jaw dropped slightly. "How did you possibly know that, Chachi?"

"I guessed," Meena Chachi said, looking satisfied. "And look, my guess was perfectly right."

"But how did you even begin to guess that specific thing?" I pressed, needing to know her logic.

Meena Chachi leaned against the wall, explaining her deduction with casual brilliance. "You told me earlier that you would be coming back late from Sir's house. And you promised to tell me the reason for your delay tonight. Most of the time, you only pull me aside to tell me about sex or things related to sex. As for Sir's daughter-in-law, you go to Sir's house every day, and today you planned to stay for a very long time. That meant you had spent the whole week preparing Sir's daughter-in-law for sex, and today was the day you finally had sex with her."

"Is your mind a computer, Chachi?" I sighed, shaking my head. "You figure out absolutely everything before I can even speak."

Meena Chachi waved a dismissive hand. "Don't flatter me so much, Avi. Now, stop stalling. Tell me the whole story of how it went with Sir's daughter-in-law."

I recounted the entire story to Chachi—the sleeping pill, the intense foreplay, the rough fuck in her choot, and the subsequent, aggressive anal sex in the kitchen.

"Well, that's good news then," Meena Chachi commented when I finished.

"What's so good about it?" I asked, frowning.

"You got Kiran," Meena Chachi stated simply. "Now you can finally stay away from Kamala Kaki."

"I'm actually thinking of having sex with both of them," I admitted, my eyes glazing over at the thought of the variety.

Meena Chachi tilted her head, confusion in her eyes. "What is so special about Kaki that you still want to have sex with her, too, now that you have a new, young woman?"

"Kaki's gaand," I whispered, the memory of her tightness flooding my mind. "Now, please don't say anything else. Just let me do what I want to do."

"But..." Meena Chachi started, moving her hands in protest.

"But what?" I challenged her, cutting her off.

Meena Chachi sighed, dropping her hands. "Just promise you won't have too much sex with Kaki."

"I won't overdo it," I promised. "But why are you trying to stop me from having sex with Kaki at all?"

Meena Chachi finally laid out her argument, leaning in conspiratorially. "Look at Kaki's age. By now, her choot must be a worn-out hole, simply from years of use. You won't enjoy penetrating her. On the other hand, you are also having sex with Kiran. You will get a tight choot from Kiran. What fun will you get from Kaki's choot compared to Kiran's?"

"So that's why you are trying to stop me?" I realized, nodding slowly.

"Yes. Now think for yourself and be smart," Meena Chachi urged.

"Alright," I conceded, reaching a compromise. "I'll limit myself to having sex with Kaki once every two days."

"That will be perfectly fine," Meena Chachi agreed, visibly relieved.

After my conversation with Chachi, I quickly left the house and headed toward the fields.

It was already very late in the evening, but I still had the impulse to check on Kaki and ask how she was feeling after our intense fuck yesterday.

I reached the fields and began walking the usual routes, looking intently for Kaki. But I couldn't find her anywhere in the fading light.

I asked another worker who was packing up for the day, and he informed me that Kamala Kaki had taken leave, saying she was not feeling well enough to work.

There was no purpose in staying in the fields now. A deep wave of disappointment washed over me. My muscles tensed, and my chest felt heavy with frustrated energy. I needed a release and now the source of my aggressive pleasure was gone. I rubbed my jaw, turning sharply. I had been hoping for one more round.

Then I went back home.

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## Update 166 B: The New Routine (Avi and Kiran)

The next day, I left for Sir’s house in the afternoon, the memory of yesterday's frenzy still pulsing in my blood.

Kiran opened the gate for me. A genuine smile of happiness lit up Kiran's face when she saw me, and to show her immediate pleasure, Kiran quickly pulled me inside the house.

Sir was already settled in his room, exactly as I expected. Taking advantage of the brief moment of privacy in the hall, I pulled Kiran close and sealed her mouth with a deep kiss.

Kiran instantly pulled back, her eyes wide as she scanned the hall toward Sir's door. "What are you doing? Are you mad?" she whispered fiercely.

"I'm kissing you, of course," I replied, tracing the line of her jaw with my thumb.

"Can't you wait for just a little while?" Kiran pleaded, pushing my chest gently. "Dad is right inside! What if he finds out we're doing this?"

"Don't worry about Sir," I reassured her, leaning in again. "He must be waiting for me with his bottle of alcohol already poured."

"First, go do something about Dad," Kiran insisted, stepping out of my reach. "Then you can kiss me all you want."

"Just a kiss then?" I asked, a playful challenge in my voice.

"You can do whatever you want to me," Kiran promised, her eyes darkening with desire, "but first, put Dad soundly to sleep."

"Alright," I conceded, my lund already hardening in response to her eagerness. "I'll put Sir to sleep in twenty minutes and come straight back to you."

I went to Sir's room. As soon as I arrived, Sir started drinking his alcohol, eager to start his day's entertainment. Now that I had Kiran, listening to Sir's rambling stories held no interest for me. My mind was consumed by the urgency of getting back to Kiran. I had to speed things up. I had to do something so I could escape to Kiran's room quickly.

I decided on a plan: suggest the film, then administer the pill.

"Sir, let's talk while we watch one of those blue films again," I suggested casually, sitting down.

Sir frowned slightly. "A blue film? It seems you've really developed a taste for blue films, Avi."

"Yes, those blue films are very good and entertaining," I agreed, feigning interest.

Sir shook his head, offering a strange warning. "Don't watch so many blue films, son. Don't let it get to a point where you lose interest in having real sex and only enjoy watching it on a screen."

"That won't happen to me, Sir," I promised, pushing the agenda forward. "You should put one on right now."

Sir complied, starting a blue film on his computer. Just like yesterday, while he was distracted, I slipped a sleeping pill into his glass. After he drank the contents and eventually fell into a deep sleep, I turned off the computer and went straight to Kiran's room.

Kiran looked up, her relief and excitement clear in her eyes. "You came back so early!"

"I had to," I admitted, closing the door softly. "I want to take your choot three or four times today to make up for my frustration yesterday."

Kiran shook her head firmly. "I won't let you do it more than once, Avi."

"Why not? Didn't you enjoy it deeply yesterday?" I challenged, moving toward her.

"Yesterday was our first time, so I allowed you to do it three times," Kiran explained, holding up a finger. "But from now on, only once per visit."

"Why is that the rule now?" I asked, confused by her sudden caution.

"I don't want my choot to become a worn-out hole," Kiran insisted, placing her hand defensively over her lower stomach. "If my husband comes back and sees my choot is loose and ruined, it'll be a serious problem for me."

"Okay," I conceded, thinking quickly. "One time in the choot, and one time in the gaand. That makes two, which is fair."

"No," Kiran countered, remaining firm. "Only one of them, and only once a day. If it's the choot today, then it has to be the gaand tomorrow, and then the choot the day after that. We must alternate."

*(Kiran is right to be careful. Having too much sex will unnecessarily ruin Kiran's body and put her life in danger. Besides, I still have kaki for the days when I need extra release.)*

"Okay," I agreed aloud, nodding my head. "Choot today, gaand tomorrow."

"Then let's start now," Kiran urged, her eyes gleaming.

As soon as Kiran gave the command, I attacked her mouth, instantly sucking her pink lips.

Yesterday, the session started with the choot and ended with the gaand. Today’s session was going to start with the mouth and end with the choot. Yesterday, I had to prepare Kiran for the aggression. That’s why I had to fuck her choot first to get her turned on and ready for the full act. But today, I only wanted to fuck her once, and I was going to enjoy the slow, deliberate buildup to the fullest.

I started to drink the juice from Kiran's pink lips, pulling them deep into my mouth. Kiran was fully cooperating, eagerly meeting the pressure of my mouth. Yesterday, the kiss was a necessary distraction for her pain. Today, I was only kissing her to drink the sweet, exciting juice from her lips.

After sucking Kiran’s lips, Kiran pushed her tongue into my mouth, a clear invitation for me to suck her tongue in return. Why would I be left behind? I immediately sucked Kiran’s tongue, then I pushed my own tongue deep into her mouth, inviting her to suck mine.

After drinking the sweet juice from Kiran's pink lips, it was time for her breasts. As Madam had taught me, the proper sequence was: first the lips, then the breasts, then the choot, and then the gaand. Enjoy and give pleasure deliberately, step by step. Yesterday, I had reversed the sequence—it was first the choot, then the gaand, then a hurried finish on the breasts. That was probably why my focus was broken.

Before sucking her breasts, I had to make Kiran naked. I quickly reached down and took off Kiran's only remaining garment. It was just a nightgown; Kiran wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Yesterday, I hadn't paid enough attention to Kiran’s breasts. I did suck them yesterday, but it was rushed. Never mind. Whatever I did yesterday was still fun, but today, I had to deliberately make up for what I missed.

Kiran’s breasts were large and full, but the nipples seemed too small for the size of her chest. I reasoned that Kiran’s husband, who was in the army, must have rubbed her breasts often and intensely with his strong hands, which was why Kiran’s breasts had grown so large. Kiran's husband had done one good thing: he had made Kiran’s breasts big and ready. Now, I had to do my job and work her nipples, making them large and swollen to match her full breasts.

I attacked Kiran’s nipples immediately. First, I licked them clean, covering them in my spit, which made them shine brightly. I would gently trace her nipples with my tongue, sending an electrical current through Kiran’s body. Kiran was already fully enjoying the early stage of breast sucking.

My tongue had done its preliminary job; now it was the teeth’s turn. I started to bite Kiran’s nipples with my teeth, using controlled, sharp pressure. Sometimes I would gently pull the nipple with my teeth, using a gentle tug. This rough play made Kiran scream out loud.

"What are you doing to me? Aaaah... it hurts! Aaaah... do it a little slowly! Aaaah... but it feels so good! Keep doing it exactly like this!" she cried out, writhing.

After biting Kiran’s nipples aggressively with my teeth, it was time for the final, gentler attack of the lips. I took her nipple deep into my lips and started to suck deeply, drawing the blood to the surface. There was no milk in Kiran's breasts, yet I continued sucking, consuming the sensation itself.

Kiran could only handle the torture for so long. "How long will you just play with my breasts, Avi?" she gasped, her hands gripping my hair. "You are torturing me so much! Start the real work now! Otherwise, I swear I won't let you touch me tomorrow!"

I lifted my head, my eyes burning with lust. "Don't let me," I whispered, challenging her. "But today, you are letting me do it my way."

Kiran sighed deeply, her breath hitching. "Do it your way, then, but make sure you spend much more time on my choot today."

"Alright," I conceded, a wicked smile curving my lips. "I'll enjoy the choot fully, too."

Then I came down between Kiran’s legs. Kiran immediately spread her legs wide, opening up space for my head to move. I remembered how yesterday, Kiran's choot felt incredibly tight, like that of a virgin who had only known sex three or four times. Today, after taking my massive lund three times yesterday, I could feel it was already a little looser. Kiran had only asked for one round of sex today precisely so that her choot wouldn't become too loose too quickly.

Before proceeding, I wanted to look at her choot properly. I held the outer lips of her choot with my fingers and slowly spread them wide. I took a moment, gazing intently at the pinkness, the wetness, and the deep folds of Kiran's choot.

I kept looking at Kiran’s choot for a long, deliberate moment, letting the anticipation build.

Kiran shifted impatiently beneath me. "Are you just going to keep looking at it or are you going to finally do something?" she demanded, grabbing my thigh.

I shot her a sharp look. "Stop talking in the middle of my thoughts, Kiran. Otherwise, I won't do anything at all. Let me do this my way."

With my fingers still holding her choot spread open, I bypassed kissing the entrance and put my tongue directly into her wet center. I started playing aggressively with her clit and thrusting my tongue deep inside her choot. I had already thoroughly licked Kiran's choot yesterday, yet the desire was strong today. Kiran's choot was already full of juice; the more I drank, the more juice she released, making the intense licking incredibly satisfying.

I was fully engrossed in licking Kiran’s choot when she opened her mouth again, but this time, it was an invitation for my lund.

"You're having all the fun by yourself down there," Kiran complained, her voice breathless. "Let me suck your lund, too, Avi."

I had just told Kiran not to speak, but this was a command for my benefit. I immediately stopped licking her choot, stood up, and tore off the rest of my clothes.

"You want to suck my lund, Kiran?" I asked, my voice husky.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes fixed on my erection.

"Let's get into the 69 position then," I instructed. "You suck my lund, and I'll continue sucking your..."

We quickly maneuvered our bodies into the position. I immediately began licking Kiran's choot again with renewed focus. Kiran, meanwhile, was aggressively sucking my lund. While I was intensely licking her, Kiran would sometimes pull my lund out of her mouth, groan deeply from the overwhelming sensation I was providing, and then immediately draw me back in. I slid my finger into Kiran's choot and moved it back and forth rapidly, simultaneously licking and fingering her.

We continued giving each other mutual pleasure for a prolonged moment. Then, Kiran opened her mouth again, her words muffled by my lund.

"Now quench my thirst, Avi," she pleaded, pushing me away slightly. "I can't take this teasing anymore."

"I'm quenching it right now," I assured her.

I stopped licking her choot and stood up, spreading Kiran's legs wide on the bed. I started rubbing my hard lund on Kiran's choot, the friction making her groan with anticipation. It wasn't fair to make Kiran wait any longer. I positioned my lund perfectly on her choot and gave a single, strong thrust, burying half of my lund inside her.

Yesterday, I had fucked Kiran's choot twice, which was supposed to make the entry easy. Today, after putting my lund in, I didn't want to stop the momentum, but my whole lund hadn't gone in yet. I gave another strong, forceful thrust, and my lund went into her choot with a loud, wet hiss.

This time, Kiran screamed, loud and unrestrained.

"You bastard, you killed me!" Kiran yelled, grabbing the sheets. "You put that big, horse-like lund in all in one go! Aaaah!"

I was shocked by Kiran's sudden, theatrical scream. "You were enjoying all of it yesterday," I said, pausing inside her. "What happened to you today?"

Kiran grinned, her eyes flashing with renewed excitement. "Nothing at all," she confessed, pressing her hips up to meet mine. "I'm just trying to get you more excited, Avi."

"So that's the game, is it?" I laughed, a sudden surge of heat flooding my core. My eyes burned, and my breath turned shallow. "Wait right there. I'll show you exactly what my excitement feels like."

I immediately started thrusting without stopping. To fuel my excitement, Kiran began screaming at the top of her lungs, "Harder, aaaah... tear my choot apart!" My thick lund fit perfectly into Kiran's choot, rubbing against all the internal walls. This intense friction felt incredible to me. Kiran was also clearly happy to have my "horse-like lund" inside her choot. While enjoying everything, Kiran was cussing at me and yelling loud commands to get me more and more aroused. She was bouncing her hips up and down, trying to devour my lund completely.

I kept fucking Kiran's choot hard in that initial position for ten minutes. As soon as Kiran hit her climax, I abruptly pulled my lund out of her choot.

"What happened now?" Kiran asked, her voice laced with confusion and post-climax exhaustion.

"Nothing," I said, breathing hard. "And you stop talking in between my work, Kiran. Let me finish my job."

Then I made Kiran get onto her hands and knees in the doggy position. I went behind her and drove my lund back into Kiran’s choot. After positioning Kiran on all fours, my eyes naturally drifted to Kiran’s gaand. I felt an intense urge to fuck Kiran's gaand, but I reminded myself that Kiran had strictly said no today. I pushed the thought of fucking her gaand out of my mind and focused entirely on her choot.

I started thrusting into Kiran’s choot from behind. With every powerful stroke, she would scream and moan, "Aaaaah... ushhh... ueee Maa... this horse killed me! Someone save me!" Kiran's dramatic screaming really was getting me more excited than ever. She was screaming for no real reason other than to excite me, but her performance made me enjoy the sex even more. Kiran's screaming suddenly reminded me of Rati; Rati also screams loudly and cusses during sex.

Fueled by Kiran's screaming, I increased my speed and began giving powerful, piston-like thrusts. The loud, wet sound of "slap, slap" could be heard echoing off the walls of the room. After intensely fucking Kiran for another fifteen minutes, I called out to her that I was about to climax.

"Don't put it inside!" Kiran commanded instantly, turning her head back. "Pull it out and release your precious fluid in my mouth and let me drink it!"

I quickly pulled my lund out of Kiran's choot and put it in her mouth, releasing my semen with a powerful surge. Kiran drank all the fluid, completely emptying me and cleaning my lund with a final swipe of her tongue.

We were both utterly exhausted after this long session of sex. We lay on the bed, side by side, panting.

"Did you have fun today?" I asked, looking over at Kiran.

"Yes," Kiran smiled faintly.

"Do you want to have more right now?" I teased, reaching for her.

"Yes, but my body is done for today," Kiran whispered.

"So, should I put my lund in your gaand now?" I pressed.

"Not today, tomorrow," Kiran insisted. "Let me feel today's sex first."

"Alright," I conceded, nodding my head. "I'll only fuck your gaand tomorrow."

"You can do that," Kiran agreed, closing her eyes. "But now, let me rest, Avi."

I let Kiran rest for a moment, then I put on my clothes and went home, my body tingling with satisfied exhaustion.

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## Update 166 C: The Missing Link and the New Plan (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

After having sex with Kiran, I came home.

Today’s session was quicker than yesterday's frenzy; I hadn't lingered much with Sir, and the fuck with Kiran had been limited to a single round. Everything felt rushed. It was still a long time until the evening, so I decided a nap was in order before heading to the fields.

I couldn't shake the memory of the desire I had for Kiran's gaand, but she had stood firm on the choot-only rule for today. *It's okay,* I reasoned, settling into the bed. *If I didn't get Kiran's gaand, I will just fuck Kaki's gaand instead.*

My thoughts turned immediately to Kamala Kaki. Surely, Kamala Kaki would be at the fields today. I devised a meticulous schedule in my mind, a way to maximize my pleasure and variety.

*I'll do one thing,* I thought, the plan crystallizing. *On the day I fuck Kiran's choot, I will fuck Kamala Kaki's gaand. And on the day Kiran lets me fuck her gaand, I will fuck Kaki's choot.*

*Yes, this arrangement will be perfect.* By doing this, I would get both a choot and a gaand in a single day. This way, it would be a lot of fun. On one side, I would get Kiran's tight choot, and and on the other, I would get the expansive pleasure of Kaki's big gaand. Conversely, I would get Kiran's tight and soft gaand, while simultaneously experiencing Kaki's worn-out choot. It meant I would always get to try two completely different sensations every day. Thinking this, I finally fell into a heavy sleep.

In the evening, Meena Chachi woke me up, reminding me it was time to go to the fields. I quickly got fresh and left the house, taking only one condom with me.

I only took one condom because I was determined to fuck Kaki’s gaand exactly once. If I carried more condoms, I knew my self-control would vanish, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her two or three times. Given Kaki's age, I should only do it with her once. If I had sex with Kaki two or three times a day, she might need two or three days to recover and Meena Chachi had specifically warned me against having too much sex with Kaki.

I reached the fields and immediately began searching for Kaki. My eyes scanned the rows of workers, but Kaki hadn't come to the fields today either.

*Did I do too much to Kaki the other day?* A sudden wave of guilt and anxiety hit my stomach, leaving a tight, uncomfortable knot. *Has she stopped coming to the fields because of me? Is Kaki sick because of having sex with me?* I knew I had to go to her house and see what was wrong.

I left the fields and walked straight to Kaki's house. Now, only Kaki and her husband were left in the house; she had sent Mona and her son away to the city.

I reached Kamala Kaki’s house and knocked softly on the wooden gate.

"Who is it?" a muffled voice came from inside.

"Kaki, it's me, Avi," I called out.

Kaki immediately unlatched the gate and pulled it open, ushering me inside with a quick glance up and down the road.

"You? Why did you come all the way here?" Kamala Kaki looked at me with confusion.

"You didn't show up at the fields for two days," I explained, my eyes searching her face. "So I came to see how you are feeling."

"Nothing happened to me. I'm perfectly fine," Kamala Kaki waved her hand dismissively.

"Then why didn't you come to the fields to work?" I pressed, stepping closer.

"The way you fucked my gaand that day, I am still feeling the ache and the pain today," Kamala Kaki rubbed her lower back, a genuine grimace crossing her features.

"But you didn't feel any pain during the sex itself," I reminded her, puzzled. "So how can it hurt now?"

"It was fun *then*," Kamala Kaki explained with a deep sigh. "But the pain hit afterward. Don't even ask how difficult it was for me to walk back home."

"So does it still hurt you today?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.

"Only a little pain now," Kamala Kaki admitted.

"Will you be able to take a lund today, then?" I asked, the question direct and stripped of ceremony.

"Did you come all the way to my house just to have sex?" Kamala Kaki smiled slowly, her eyes running down my body.

"Yes," I admitted simply. "If you are willing, we'll have sex right now. Otherwise, we can do it tomorrow."

"This is your first time coming to my house," Kamala Kaki said, walking toward the inner room. "How can I send you back empty-handed?"

"Does that mean you're ready to have sex with me?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Yes," Kamala Kaki confirmed, turning back to face me. "But you have to agree to do exactly as I say."

"What are your conditions?" I asked, already unzipping my pants in anticipation.

"I won't take off all my clothes," Kamala Kaki explained quickly, her voice urgent. "You have to do this by only lifting my saree and petticoat. Anyone could walk into the house. And the second thing: you only fuck my gaand. And you have to do it quickly."

"Only the gaand?" I asked, feigning concern. "But it's still hurting you, isn't it?"

"Your lund is the cure for that pain, Avi," Kamala Kaki gave me a dark, knowing look.

"Shall we start right now?" I asked, my blood rushing hot through my veins.

"Yes," Kamala Kaki breathed.

Kamala Kaki didn't hesitate. She immediately bent her body forward, sinking low and gripping the rough surface of the wall with both hands for support. Simultaneously, her free hand reached behind her and snatched up the fabric, lifting her loose saree and the heavy petticoat in one swift, efficient motion. The clothes bunched around her waist, cleanly exposing her gaand for my lund. There was no time for any soft rituals—no slow kissing, no gentle pressing of her breasts, and definitely no lingering licking of the choot. Only the raw, urgent interaction between the wide aperture of the gaand and the hard thrust of my lund was permitted.

I was too consumed by the sight and the immediate need to waste time undressing. I simply reached down, tore open the zipper of my trousers, and pulled out my massive lund. It sprang out, hot and ready. My hands fumbled with the wrapper, tearing it open quickly, and I rolled the condom onto the head. There was no foreplay, no gentle lubrication needed from me. I positioned my dry, protected lund against her tight gaand and, in one brutal motion, slammed it straight into Kaki’s gaand.

Kaki immediately let out a sharp, ragged gasp of pain, the sound instantly choked back as she bit down hard on her own lip. I saw the pure white tension in her knuckles as she gripped the wall, fighting to suppress any noise. I didn't give her a second to adjust. The initial pain was her toll for entry.

I began thrusting hard and fast, adopting a purely aggressive and relentless pace. I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, pulling it gently but firmly to control her movement and remind her who was driving this session. My hips drove forward with brutal, piston-like force, slamming my lund to its full depth. The rhythmic sound of our bodies hitting and separating echoed loudly—a wet, demanding *slap-slap-slap* against the silence of the room.

Sweat immediately slicked my back and chest from the sheer exertion of the pace. I leaned in, pressing my body into hers, using her low, bent position as a saddle, riding her like a wild horse. My hands left her hair only to grip the back of her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle, then slamming her down onto my lund with unforgiving force.

The initial shock of pain quickly transformed into a deep, desperate pleasure for Kaki. She started pushing back against my strokes, meeting the aggression with her own urgency. Her gasps changed from cries of pain to rough, animalistic moans of pure enjoyment. She loved the forceful handling. She loved the feeling of my thick lund driving through the tight passage, filling her completely. She was fully immersed in the deep, expanding pleasure of being aggressively fucked. She was a vessel of heat and tightness, and I was determined to fill her to the absolute limit.

I maintained that violent, demanding rhythm for thirty intense minutes. Every stroke was a declaration of dominance, focused solely on the deep, expanding pleasure I was extracting from her. When the powerful tremor of my climax finally gripped me, I knew the moment had come. I pulled my lund out, slick and pulsing, and without hesitation, I moved it roughly to Kaki’s mouth. She didn't flinch; she opened wide and eagerly swallowed my semen, taking the thick fluid deep into her throat and thoroughly cleaning my lund with her tongue before I collapsed backward, spent.

Kaki looked completely satisfied and happy after having sex with me. And why wouldn't she be? I had just fucked her gaand and eased her pain.

After the quick session with Kaki, I immediately left her house and went home.

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## Update 167: The Missing Girl and the Broken Promise (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I came home after the quick time with Kamala Kaki. I found Meena Chachi and pulled her away to tell her about my new sex schedule. I explained the organized routine: Kiran's *choot* one day and Kaki's *gaand* on the same day. Then, the next day, it would be Kiran's *gaand* and Kaki's *choot*. That was my new rhythm. I was having sex with Kiran and Kamala Kaki every single day, which felt good. Still, there was no news about when Riya would come back from the village.

When Principal Sir started going back to college, my routine changed a little. I waited for him to leave, and then I went straight to have sex with Kiran. It gave me a distinct, thrilling kind of pleasure to know I was fucking Sir's daughter-in-law right under his roof.

June arrived, and with it came the date for Mala’s result, followed soon by mine. I was waiting anxiously for both. I needed Mala's result to be announced because I hoped the news would force her to come back to the village to collect her papers. I needed to see Mala just once. I had to confront her, to ask her many things about why she behaved that way, especially with Chachi.

The college announced Mala's class result. I went straight to the college grounds, my eyes looking over the crowd of students. All the excited students had arrived, but Mala was nowhere. Mona also came with her husband to get her result. I asked Mona where Mala was, but she simply shook her head, saying she did not know anything.

The results were given out. Mona passed her exams, and so did her brother and husband, thanks, I knew, to Principal Sir's help. Mala also passed, securing second place in the entire college. Even with her excellent performance, Mala did not come to get her result.

All the students took their papers and left.

Principal Sir and I had a standing agreement: we would have sex with Mona on the day the results were announced. Sir asked Mona, and she quickly agreed to the plan. But my mind was heavy with how disappointed I felt that Mala was not there. I still loved Mala, but the confusing things she said to Chachi really bothered me, and now I could not get the answers I desperately wanted.

My mood dropped. A wave of physical disappointment washed over me. My chest felt empty, and a sharp throb started at my temples. I told Principal Sir to go ahead and have sex with Mona alone.

"What is the problem?" Principal Sir asked me, looking very confused. I made up an excuse. I said I was not feeling well, that I felt suddenly dizzy. "You can have sex with Mona alone," I insisted, rubbing my forehead.

Seeing my apparent distress, Principal Sir kindly canceled the whole plan to have sex with Mona.

I went home, heavy with disappointment. Before I left the college, I asked Principal Sir to promise me something. He must tell me immediately if Mala ever came to get her result. "Don't give her the result until I have met her and spoken to her," I requested, my voice urgent.

"Why do you have this strange request?" Principal Sir asked, frowning. I pressed my hands together in a begging gesture and offered a made-up, sentimental reason. Principal Sir was kind and readily agreed to help me.

I came home and immediately fell asleep, drained and disappointed.

The next day, I repeated the routine, going to the college just in case Mala showed up. But the situation was the same. The hope finally died within me. I firmly decided that after today, I would not waste another thought on Mala, and I would stop trying to meet her.

I forced myself to get back to my normal work, focusing on my established routine of having sex with Kiran and Kamala Kaki. My own result was due six days after Mala's. I had wasted one day chasing Mala and four days focusing intensely on having sex with Kiran and Kaki.

Now there was only one day left until my result was announced. Tomorrow was the day I had been waiting for for three months.

To remind Meena Chachi of her promise, I called her into my room.

Meena Chachi came in, looking curious. I looked at her with a pointed expression. "Chachi, my result is coming out tomorrow," I stated.

"I know," Meena Chachi replied calmly, crossing her arms.

"Then you must remember the promise you made to me," I pressed, stepping closer to her.

"Yes, Avi, I remember the promise," Meena Chachi confirmed, her eyes steady.

"Then we'll have fun tomorrow night," I said, my voice low and excited.

"Not so fast, Avi," Meena Chachi shook her head, holding up a hand. "First, let me tell Suman Didi about our plan. After that, you can do as you wish with me."

My face fell instantly. I had not expected this complication at all. "Where did this requirement about telling Suman Didi come from all of a sudden?" I asked, frustration rising fast.

"I told you about Suman Didi before," Meena Chachi insisted, defending herself with a slight frown. "I said that if Suman Didi says yes, *then* we'll have fun."

"And if she says no?" I challenged, my body tensing with sudden betrayal.

"Then you'll have to wait until Suman Didi finally says yes," Meena Chachi replied, softening her voice.

"And I have to wait? Are you cheating on me, Chachi?" I accused, my heart sinking with disappointment. The blood felt like it was draining from my face.

"We'll worry about all that tomorrow," Meena Chachi quickly changed the subject, reaching out and patting my arm. "Now, you go to sleep and trust me."

Saying this, Meena Chachi quickly left the room. I lay down, the disappointment leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I fell asleep while my mind angrily debated the betrayal and the new obstacle posed by Suman Chachi.

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## Update 167 A: Results Day and the Unexpected Arrival (Avi, Suman Chachi, Komal, and Riya)

The next morning, before the sun was fully up, Suman Chachi burst into my room, pulling me from a deep sleep.

"Avi, get up right now," Suman Chachi leaned over me, shaking my shoulder hard. "Today is the day your result is announced."

"Just let me sleep, Chachi," I mumbled into the pillow, pulling it closer. "The result won't be out until 11:00 AM."

Suman Chachi grabbed the edge of my blanket and tugged hard. "So what? Get up quickly and start praying to GOD to pass your exams! Come on, get up quickly."

"Just let me have ten more minutes," I pleaded, pulling the blanket back into place.

Suman Chachi stood over me, her hands planted firmly on her hips. "No ten minutes. Are you getting up on your own now, or should I throw water on your head?"

The word "water" made me jump. I bolted upright instantly, scrambling out of bed. I quickly got fresh. Then, I stood side-by-side with my elder aunt, sincerely praying to GOD for a good outcome.

I started walking toward the college to get my result. Before arriving, I took a detour to Neha Bua’s house and picked up Komal to take her to college with me.

"What will happen to me today? I'm so scared," Komal whispered, walking beside me and wringing her hands nervously.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Komal," I said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I'm telling you, you're going to top the whole college."

Komal shook her head, her fear still clear in her eyes. "I'm only scared about the math paper."

"You're taking unnecessary tension," I scoffed softly. "You'll see, you'll end up getting more marks than I do."

"I don't think I'll get more marks than you, Avi," Komal insisted, glancing at me worriedly. "I just want to pass math, that's all."

"Don't worry about it," I told her, trying to calm her nerves. "Look at me. I'm worried about every single subject I took, but I'm not saying anything aloud."

"You're different, Avi," Komal dismissed my concern, waving a hand. "You'll pass easily, no matter what."

"And you won't just pass," I confirmed, pulling her along faster. "You'll top the college. Now let's go quickly before they start."

We arrived at the college grounds. All the students were gathered, waiting nervously for the results to be announced. A little while later, Principal Sir came out with the teachers, clutching the official result sheets.

"All the students' results are excellent this year," Principal Sir smiled broadly at the crowd. "After five years, the result has come out so well. Last year, twenty-five students failed, but this year, only ten students failed their exams." Principal Sir paused for dramatic effect. "The students who passed didn't just pass, they passed with very good marks. Congratulations to all the students here."

Hearing Principal Sir's positive announcement, Komal squeezed my hand even harder; I could feel the nervous tremor running through her arm.

"Now I'm going to announce the names of the students who have truly made our college proud," Principal Sir beamed. He cleared his throat. "This year, the student who topped our college is a girl!"

Komal squeezed my hand even harder; the tension was radiating off her small body.

"This year, the student who topped our college is Komal, who got an outstanding eighty-four percent!" Principal Sir announced, his voice booming.

Komal instantly jumped up, a shriek of joy escaping her, and she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. She was absolutely overjoyed, shaking with excitement in my arms.

Komal went on stage to get her result. Principal Sir publicly congratulated her as she took the sheet.

"I told you you would top the college, didn't I?" I said, smiling widely as she came back to me. "You see? You topped the entire college."

Komal shook her head, still overwhelmed. "This is all because of you, Avi."

"What did I do?" I laughed, shaking my head at her. "You earned it yourself."

"No," Komal insisted, her eyes shining with tears. "I only passed math because of all your help."

"How many marks did you actually get in math, then?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"One hundred five out of one hundred fifty," Komal beamed, holding the paper up.

"One hundred five?" I repeated, genuinely impressed by the number. "You got excellent marks, Komal!"

"Yes," she sighed happily, clutching the paper to her chest.

"See?" I teased her. "You were talking only about barely passing the subject. But look how good your marks actually are. Congratulations, Komal."

"Thanks, Avi," Komal said, clutching her result sheet.

Principal Sir continued announcing the names of the students one by one. My name still had not been called. Principal Sir had announced the names of all the top five students, but my name was not among them. As the numbers of students called increased, my heart was beating faster and faster in my chest.

I was getting lost in strange, panicked thoughts. *What if my name isn't called at all?* My stomach clenched. *What will I tell Chachi? I promised her I'd pass!* A knot tightened in my gut. *I have to have sex with Chachi tomorrow!* My palms were suddenly slick with cold sweat. *Chachi must have planned so much in her mind: 'Avi will get his result, then Avi will do this, Avi will do that.'* My heart hammered against my ribs, a loud, heavy thumping.

I was completely lost in my thoughts, staring blankly ahead, when Komal suddenly shook my arm, jolting me back to reality.

"What happened to you?" Komal asked, looking at me oddly. "Are you falling asleep right here? Look, Sir is calling your name now!"

"My name?" I stammered, shaking my head to clear it.

"You came in eighth place," Komal clarified, pointing toward the stage.

"Our next successful student is Avi, who came in eighth place with seventy-four point six-six percent," Principal Sir announced clearly. "And yes, Avi got more marks than all the students in the college in math. Avi got an impressive one hundred thirty-five out of one hundred fifty marks in math!"

I was relieved and happy to hear my name called. Eighth place was not too bad, but it was not excellent either.

I walked up to Sir to get my result. Sir handed me the sheet and whispered confidentially in my ear, "I honestly thought you only knew how to have sex, Avi. But I was wrong. Congratulations."

I took my result and went back to Komal. Komal grabbed my result sheet immediately and started looking over my marks.

"You got very good marks, Avi," Komal praised me, her eyes tracing the numbers.

"It's all because of you," I replied, smiling at her.

"Because of me?" Komal questioned, tilting her head with a confused look.

"Yes," I confirmed, "just like you passed math because of my help, I..." I trailed off, letting her assume I felt motivated by her.

Komal and I were both happy with our results and started talking excitedly about the marks. As we talked, Sir finished giving everyone their results.

"Hey, Riya!" Komal suddenly exclaimed, waving an arm behind me. "When did you come here?"

Riya walked over, a faint smile on her face. "I've been standing right here for a long time now. You two were just too busy to see me."

*Riya is here? When did she come back? Maybe she returned yesterday.* "What about you, Riya?" I asked immediately, turning to face her. "How many marks did you get?"

Riya shrugged, looking relaxed. "I passed. That's enough for me, Avi."

"Even so, how many marks did you end up getting?" Komal persisted, nudging her.

"I got fifty-five percent," Riya revealed, looking calm about it.

"Those are good marks for you," I commented honestly, nodding.

"Yes," Riya agreed. "For me, fifty-five percent feels just like ninety-eight percent."

Then, after talking for a while longer, the three of us happily started walking back toward our houses.

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## Update 167 B: The Unspoken Truth and the Veto (Meena Chachi and Suman Chachi)

While I was at college receiving my results and grappling with the shock of seeing Riya, a crucial conversation was unfolding back home. 

Meena Chachi entered the bedroom where Seema Chachi lay resting. Meena Chachi approached the bed cautiously. "Didi, how are you feeling right now?" she asked softly.

Seema Chachi slowly opened her eyes. "I feel a little better after taking the pill," she replied, blinking. "But my body still feels weak."

Meena Chachi nodded. "Then you must rest. I'll talk to you later when you're stronger."

"I'm not so sick that I can't talk, Meena," Seema Chachi insisted, pushing herself up on one elbow. "Tell me what you came here to talk about."

"It's about Avi," Meena Chachi said, shifting her weight nervously.

"What about him?" Seema Chachi asked, frowning. "Is it Avi's result day today?"

"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed. "And he reminded me about the promise I made to him yesterday."

"What did you tell him?" Seema Chachi whispered, her gaze intense.

"I told him I'd fulfill the promise only if Suman Didi says yes," Meena Chachi confessed, looking down at her clasped hands.

"You're actually going to tell Didi everything?" Seema Chachi asked, astonishment widening her eyes.

"I have no choice now," Meena Chachi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I have to tell her the truth."

"I told you then, at the very beginning, to tell Didi the truth and to tell Avi the truth, too," Seema Chachi lamented, shaking her head slowly. "But you wouldn't listen to me."

"So what if I didn't listen then?" Meena Chachi shot back, her resolve hardening. "I'll tell Suman Didi today that Avi is the father of her child."

"Do you really think it will be that easy to confess now?" Seema Chachi asked, her voice laced with doubt.

"If it's not easy, then I will make it easy," Meena Chachi vowed, pacing the small space near the bed. "Didi, by the way, what do *you* think? Should I tell Suman Didi the truth, right now?"

Seema Chachi settled back onto the pillow, her expression resigned. "I've been saying to tell Didi the truth for a long time. If Didi says yes, we can finally have sex with Avi."

"Alright, then," Meena Chachi decided, straightening her clothes. "I'll go and tell her now. You rest and save your strength."

With a determined breath, Meena Chachi left the room and walked straight to find Suman Chachi.

Meena Chachi found Suman Chachi and stood before her, her hands clasped tightly together. "Didi, I need to talk to you about something very important," she began, her voice carefully pitched low.

Suman Chachi looked up from her work, sensing the sudden tension. "About what, Meena?"

"About that boy," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning closer, "the one who made both of us mothers."

Suman Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly. "What happened? Did he do something wrong to you?"

"No," Meena Chachi quickly denied, shaking her head.

"Is he asking for money or any kind of demand?" Suman Chachi pressed, her concern growing visible in her face.

"No, Didi. Nothing like that," Meena Chachi insisted, raising her palms defensively.

Suman Chachi grew impatient, waving her hand sharply. "Then what is it, Meena? Just tell me."

"You told me that you wanted to know about that boy before you would consider having sex again, didn't you?" Meena Chachi reminded her, holding her gaze.

"Yes, I did," Suman Chachi confirmed slowly, nodding.

"Well, today," Meena Chachi announced, letting out a heavy breath, "I've come to tell you exactly who he is."

Suman Chachi's eyes widened, but she quickly held up her hands to stop the flow of words. "Today? Why all of a sudden do you choose to tell me now?"

"I have to tell you sometime, Didi," Meena Chachi urged, stepping forward. "I thought today was as good a time as any."

Suman Chachi shook her head, her expression surprisingly calm now. "But now... I don't want to know anything about him, Meena."

"Why?" Meena Chachi asked, completely bewildered by the sudden change.

"The reason I had sex with that boy was fulfilled," Suman Chachi stated, her voice quiet but firm. "I got pregnant. Now, what's the point of knowing about his identity?"

"You'll find out who the father of your own child is," Meena Chachi argued, reaching out to touch her arm gently.

"You know, Meena, and that is enough for me," Suman Chachi said, pulling her arm back. "I truly do not want to know anything about him."

"Just listen to his name, please, Didi," Meena Chachi begged, her voice rising slightly in desperation.

"I told you I don't want to listen to anything about him!" Suman Chachi insisted, her tone sharper now, a hand over her ear.

"But why are you so afraid to hear his name?" Meena Chachi demanded, needing to understand the strong resistance.

Suman Chachi sighed deeply, her eyes clouded with an unexpected shame. "You want to know why I don't want to know the identity of that boy?" she asked finally, her shoulders dropping.

"Yes," Meena Chachi whispered, leaning in.

"That boy has made me addicted to his *lund*," Suman Chachi confessed, her voice barely audible. "Even after doing it only in the dark, I have become a slave to his *lund*. I can't live without his *lund*. Yet, I'm controlling myself only because I don't know who he is. If I find out who he is, I won't be able to stop myself from going to him."

Meena Chachi stared at her, then slowly nodded. "Then you absolutely *should* know about him, Didi. So that..."

"So that I can throw away my shame and have sex with him whenever I want?" Suman Chachi finished the thought, her eyes flashing with painful knowledge.

"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed, seeing the opening for her own desire.

Suman Chachi shook her head vigorously, taking a step back quickly. "How can you even suggest that, Meena? How can I possibly have sex with someone else while Avi's Chacha is alive? I can't even allow myself to think of that. As a elder sister, you know my sense of duty!"

"But you did it last time, too," Meena Chachi pointed out gently, lowering her voice.

"That was different," Suman Chachi stated, her resolve hardening like stone. "You know the circumstances. If I have sex with that boy today, knowing who he is, it will be a deliberate betrayal to Avi's Chacha. And I absolutely cannot betray Avi's Chacha."

"But..." Meena Chachi tried to argue, reaching out a hand.

"Forget about 'but,' Meena," Suman Chachi snapped, her patience gone and her hand held up as a stop sign. "Don't even tell Seema about that boy's identity. You will keep this secret strictly to yourself. And yes, you will not bring this topic up ever again."

With that final word, my elder aunt turned and quickly left the room.

Meena Chachi was left alone, her shoulders slumping in defeat. *What is all this complication?* she thought miserably, rubbing her forehead. Suman Didi has said a firm no. The reason Suman Didi gave, that if she has sex with him again, it will be a betrayal to Avi's Chacha, is absolutely right.

*But what should I do about Avi?* Meena Chachi wrung her hands together, a familiar nervous habit. *How should I explain this kind of moral reasoning to him? He's too young to understand this complexity.* Her chest felt heavy with the weight of the secret. *He's being so stubborn about having sex with us.*

*I don't know what to do.* *I'll do one thing,* Meena Chachi decided, a flicker of hope returning to her eyes. *I'll go talk to Seema Didi again.* She started walking toward the sick room. *Maybe she can help me figure out how to handle Avi.*

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## Update 168: The Passing Grade and the New Bribe (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Suman Chachi)

I came home from college, the crisp result sheet clutched in my hand, a mix of relief and lingering excitement coursing through me.

"What happened, Avi? Did you pass the exams?" Suman Chachi leaned forward, her voice tight with anticipation, as soon as she saw me step into the hall. Meena Chachi rushed toward me, completely forgetting about her planned visit to Seema Chachi's room.

"Yes, Chachi. I passed easily," I beamed, my chest swelling with pride.

"How many marks did you score overall?" Meena Chachi grabbed my arm, her fingers squeezing my biceps excitedly.

"Seventy-four point six-six percent," I announced, meeting her eager gaze.

"You got very good marks, Avi," Meena Chachi smiled, letting out a visible breath of relief. "Right, Didi?"

"Yes, these are very good marks indeed," Suman Chachi nodded warmly. "We are proud."

"How many marks did Komal manage to get?" Meena Chachi pressed on, curiosity showing on her face.

"Komal got eighty-four percent," I replied, my excitement still focused on my friend's achievement.

"She also got excellent marks," Suman Chachi looked impressed, raising an eyebrow.

"Komal actually came in first place in the whole college," I added, stepping back slightly.

"What place did *you* get, then, Avi?" Meena Chachi frowned playfully, waiting for my rank.

"I came in eighth place overall," I admitted, shrugging off the lower rank.

*(As I said, Avi did exactly what he promised. He came in the top ten. This means Avi will immediately ask me to fulfill my promise now,)* Meena Chachi realized inwardly, her face becoming serious as she remembered her difficult conversation with Suman Chachi.

"Seema, listen for a second! Look, Avi passed!" Suman Chachi turned toward the other room, about to rush away.

"Seema Didi is asleep, Didi," Meena Chachi quickly grabbed Suman Chachi's arm, stopping her before she could leave. "Just let her sleep peacefully. We'll tell Didi later when she's awake."

"What exactly happened to Seema Chachi?" I frowned, the happiness draining slightly from my face at the mention of her illness.

"Nothing serious," Meena Chachi avoided my eyes, forcing a smile. "She just has a little fever."

"Since when has she had a fever?" I pressed, concern edging my voice.

"Since last night, but she's fine now," Meena Chachi assured me, trying to appear relaxed. "She'll get better with a little rest and sleep."

"Did you not take Seema Chachi to the hospital this morning?" I asked, my voice edged with frustration at the inaction.

"How could we go, Avi?" Suman Chachi sighed, her shoulders slumping. "The one bus that used to come through here has already left. And the evening bus service is canceled for the whole month. Now we'll have to wait to take her tomorrow morning."

The inconvenience angered me suddenly. "Why don't we just buy a bike for the house? That way we can go to the hospital or anywhere, anytime we need to."

"Your Chacha doesn't know how to ride a bike, Avi," Meena Chachi shook her head, her eyes looking down at the floor.

"But I do know how to ride a bike," I stated, letting the proposition hang in the air.

"Your Chacha will never agree to buy a bike, I told you," Suman Chachi gave me a knowing, weary look.

"Even if I passed my exams with good marks?" I challenged, my gaze locking onto Suman Chachi's face.

"I said he won't agree, Avi," Suman Chachi held my gaze firmly, shaking her head.

I turned my eyes to Meena Chachi, letting my disappointment and my unspoken demand for sex hang heavily between us. Meena Chachi immediately understood the price of my silence and cooperation.

*(I have to find a way to stop Avi from having sex with us for a few days,)* Meena Chachi thought, her eyes darting quickly to Suman Chachi. *(So, I'll get him the bike. That way he'll listen to me and keep his demands quiet for a little while.)* "Didi, I will try talking to Chacha," Meena Chachi announced, her voice firming with a new plan.

"Alright," Suman Chachi looked at her with renewed hope. "Please give it your best try, Meena. If he agrees, it would be good for all of us."

"You just wait and see what your Chachi does," Meena Chachi smiled at me, a victorious glint in her eyes. "Avi, consider the bike yours right now."

I was ecstatic. I was going to get a bike! My disappointment over the unfulfilled promise vanished instantly. A surge of pure, physical joy rushed through my limbs. I stepped forward and wrapped both my elder and Meena Chachi in a grateful, tight hug.

"Chachi, I'm going to go and show my result to Sweta Didi now," I announced, pulling back quickly.

"Wait right there," Meena Chachi grabbed a key from the table. "I'll come with you."

"Meena, remember to get some sweets from the shop on the way!" Suman Chachi called after us, smiling broadly.

"Yes, of course, I have to," Meena Chachi replied, her voice cheerful and loud. "Our Avi passed his exams!"

"Come on, Chachi, let's go quickly," I urged, ready to rush out the door.

"Wait," Meena Chachi held up a hand to slow me down. "Let's go after ten minutes. Until then, you go get fresh and ready."

I went to my room, buzzing with the news of the impending bike. Meena Chachi, however, immediately went into Seema Chachi's room to discuss the new turn of events and her latest strategy.

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## Update 168 A: The Five-Month Bribe (Meena Chachi, Seema Chachi, and Avi)

*(The scene shifts back to the bedroom where Meena Chachi is speaking with Seema Chachi.)*

Meena Chachi entered the room where Seema Chachi lay resting. "Didi, wake up," Meena Chachi urged, gently shaking her shoulder. "I need to talk to you right now."

"What is it now, Meena?" Seema Chachi groaned, pulling the sheet higher over her head. "You've been bothering me for so long. Just let me sleep and recover."

"Didi, please," Meena Chachi leaned closer, her voice dropping urgently. "At least listen to me for one minute. I need to talk about something very important that just happened."

"Alright, fine," Seema Chachi sighed, resigned to listening. "What do you want to talk about that's so important it can't wait?"

"Suman Didi isn't listening to anything I say," Meena Chachi confessed, her frustration clear in her posture.

"What did Didi say this time?" Seema Chachi raised a weary eyebrow, looking at her.

"Suman Didi isn't ready to listen to anything about Avi being the boy," Meena Chachi admitted, shaking her head.

"I told you before, Meena," Seema Chachi said, shaking her head slowly. "This isn't going to be an easy task now. She's decided."

"I knew that too," Meena Chachi conceded, pacing the small space. "I'll figure out how to tell Suman Didi today or tomorrow. I'm not worried about that part. But what should I do about Avi? He passed his exams and is ready to demand his promise. You must show me the way to handle him."

"Your brain works better than mine in these matters, Meena," Seema Chachi insisted, settling back onto her pillow. "You think of something clever. Think of something that will make Avi willing to wait until Didi finally knows the truth."

"Okay," Meena Chachi murmured, rubbing her temples hard. "I'll devise a plan."

"Meena, you know we initially stopped having sex with Avi because Suman Didi didn't know his identity," Seema Chachi suddenly grabbed Meena Chachi's hand.

"Yes," Meena Chachi confirmed, meeting her eyes.

"But Didi has given us a completely different, new reason why we shouldn't have sex with Avi now," Seema Chachi stated solemnly, squeezing her fingers.

"Yes. Suman Didi said that she can't betray Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi recalled, her eyes clouding with thought.

"I think what Didi said is absolutely right," Seema Chachi affirmed, nodding slightly. "We shouldn't commit a blatant betrayal to Avi's Chacha by continuing this."

"We shouldn't betray Avi's Chacha," Meena Chachi agreed, the weight of the moral dilemma settling on her shoulders. "I'll put a firm stop on Avi for a few months. Then one day, when the time is right, we'll tell Avi exactly why we can't have sex with him anymore."

"I think that's the wisest path forward," Seema Chachi concluded, nodding slowly.

"Alright then," Meena Chachi decided, standing up straight. "I'll go stop Avi for a few months. You rest now. I'll explain everything to him."

*(The scene shifts to Avi's perspective.)*

"Avi, come on, let's go straight to Pooja Bua’s house now," Meena Chachi entered my room, her expression firm but cheerful.

"Yes, let's go," I agreed, already grabbing my shirt from the bed. "But before we leave, I need to talk to you right now, Chachi."

"I know exactly what you're going to talk about," Meena Chachi waved her hand, cutting me off. "We'll discuss it on our way to Pooja Bua’s house."

"Okay," I conceded, slightly impatient, following her out.

*(It's good that we'll talk on our way to Pooja Bua’s house,)* Meena Chachi calculated inwardly. *(If Avi gets angry after listening to my refusal, his mood will get better after we visit Pooja Bua’s house and have some time to distract him.)*

We started walking toward Pooja Bua’s house, first heading toward the market area.

"Chachi, did you tell my elder aunt about my result and the promise?" I asked the second we were out of the house, looking at her quickly.

"Avi, you're going to have to wait a little longer," Meena Chachi slowed her pace, her gaze serious.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my hands clenching into fists at the repeated delay. "Why? Why do I have to wait *again*?"

"Didi isn't ready to listen to me about your identity," Meena Chachi gently took my arm and pulled me forward, urging me to keep walking.

"But why is she so resistant?" I demanded, feeling the heat rise in my neck with annoyance.

"Didi thinks that if she knows about you—that is, about the boy—she won't be able to stop herself from having sex with him," Meena Chachi explained carefully, keeping her voice low.

"This is excellent news for me then!" I grinned, my frustration vanishing instantly.

"Not for you, Avi, but for *that* boy," Meena Chachi quickly shook her head. "She thinks she has an addiction to him."

"But I *am* that boy, aren't I?" I challenged, pressing her for confirmation I already knew.

"Yes, you are," Meena Chachi sighed, looking stressed. "But how does Didi know it's you? If she finds out it's you, Didi might literally kill me for keeping the secret."

"Suman Chachi would actually do that?" I asked, startled by the harsh idea.

"She might. You know how much she loves you," Meena Chachi whispered, her voice sincere and worried. "Among the three of us, Suman Didi loves you more than her own life."

"I know that she loves me," I admitted, the power of her love softening my anger.

"And just think, Avi," Meena Chachi urged, playing the ultimate card with a serious expression. "If she finds out that you're the father of her child, she'll die while she's still alive from the shame and betrayal. And she won't let me live either."

I considered her words carefully; the image of my devastated Chachi hit me hard in the stomach. "Then let's do one thing," I proposed. "You don't tell Suman Chachi anything. It's enough that you and Seema Chachi know the truth."

"That means you want to have sex with just the two of us, then?" Meena Chachi asked, raising a hopeful eyebrow.

"Yes," I confirmed, a hopeful gleam in my eye.

"We simply cannot do this without Suman Didi knowing and agreeing," Meena Chachi shook her head firmly, stopping me again.

"But why can't we?" I insisted, planting my feet down hard.

"We live like sisters, Avi. We share everything," Meena Chachi explained, her voice pleading for my understanding. "We decided that we would go through this pregnancy and everything else together. Now, without Suman Didi in the loop, I can't even *think* of going ahead with this."

"That means you won't have sex with me either?" I accused, feeling betrayed again. "You're breaking your promise, Chachi!" My throat tightened with anger and frustration.

"I never said I wouldn't do it with you, Avi," Meena Chachi insisted, slowing her steps to match my furious ones.

"You're only confusing me with all these rules," I muttered, shaking my head and looking away.

"Until Didi finds out your identity, we won't do anything," Meena Chachi clarified, giving me a final answer. "When she finds out, then the promise is on."

"And when exactly will elder Aunt find out the truth?" I demanded, turning back to face her.

Meena Chachi thought for a moment, then looked at me with a calculating expression. "I've decided that I'll tell Didi when she has the baby. At that time, Didi will be happy and emotional, and she won't get too angry when I tell her the truth about you."

"That means I'll have to wait for another five long months," I calculated, the waiting period stretching out like an eternity in my mind.

"Yes, exactly five months," Meena Chachi confirmed, nodding once.

"What am I supposed to do until then to keep myself busy?" I asked, my voice sullen, wanting a compromise.

"Until then, you can ride your brand-new bike and take girls out on dates," Meena Chachi smiled, pulling me toward the market area.

"I'll get a bike *now*?" I asked, my eyes lighting up instantly at the bribe.

"Yes," Meena Chachi promised, her tone final and sealing the deal. "But only after you agree to listen to me and wait."

"Five months," I said, looking her in the eye, setting the deal firmly. "Not a day more than five months."

"Yes, only five months," Meena Chachi agreed immediately, letting out a small, relieved sigh.

We arrived at the market while concluding our negotiations.

"You go inside and get the sweets," Meena Chachi stopped by a small sweet shop. "I'll wait right here."

I went into the shop to get the required sweets.

*(It's good that Avi agreed to the deal so quickly,)* Meena Chachi thought, rubbing her hands together with relief, standing outside the shop. *(But Suman Didi was right about one thing: if we have sex with Avi again for no valid reason, it will be a betrayal to Avi's Chacha. Now I've successfully stopped Avi for five months, but what happens after that? I'll think about that problem then.)*

I came out with the sweets, and then Chachi and I walked onward to Pooja Bua's house.

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## Update 169: The Science of Opportunity (Avi, Meena Chachi, Komal, and Sweta Didi)

We went inside Pooja Bua's house. The living room was crowded with Komal, Kavita, Neha Bua, and Kavita's father, all sitting and chatting. Komal had also come specifically to meet Sweta Didi.

I distributed the sweets to everyone, and then Meena Chachi and I found a place to sit, joining the conversation.

"Sweta Didi, should I choose art or science for my further studies?" Komal turned to her older cousin, her voice seeking guidance.

"Yes, Didi, you tell me, too, what you think I should do next," I leaned forward, interested in her answer.

"Yes, Sweta," Meena Chachi chimed in, pressing the point. "You are the oldest and most educated among all of us here. Now you must tell us what the best path is for both of them."

"First, give me your result sheets so I can look at the scores," Sweta Didi held out her hand, smiling.

We handed our results to Sweta Didi.

Sweta Didi carefully reviewed the marks, pausing and thinking deeply for a moment before giving her verdict. "Komal and Avi, both of you should take science subjects."

"Science?" I questioned, surprise in my voice, my eyes widening.

"Yes, I was also saying that Komal should take science," Neha Bua immediately jumped in, her voice sharp with judgment. "But Avi should definitely take art! He will never be able to study science; it’s too difficult. It's better to take art and at least pass than to take science and inevitably fail."

"Avi will also take science, Neha," Meena Chachi stiffened, defending me fiercely, a sudden heat rising in her face. "And I promise you, he will pass with very good marks."

Neha Bua instantly bristled at Chachi’s tone and was about to retaliate when Komal quickly interrupted.

"Didi, won't there be math in science?" Komal looked at Sweta Didi, worried about the subject. "I really want to go into a branch that doesn't include math."

"Yes, there will be math in science," Sweta Didi nodded patiently. "But first, tell me clearly what you want to become in the future, Komal."

"I want to become a doctor or a teacher," Komal declared, her face lighting up at the thought of those jobs.

"A doctor?" Sweta Didi smiled. "Then you absolutely must take science, but don't worry. You don't have to study math if you want to become a doctor. You should take biology. And Avi, your math score is clearly very good. You should take math, and you can easily become an engineer."

"I have no problem," I agreed readily, nodding. "I'll take math. But I think there is only an arts stream available in the village college."

"Then you both will go and study in the city college," Meena Chachi dismissed the problem instantly, waving her hand.

"Yes, there is a good science college in the district headquarters," Sweta Didi confirmed the solution. "Take admission there. You can travel to the city every day by bus. You'll reach the city in about thirty minutes by bus."

"We'll have to go by bus every single day?" Komal frowned slightly, thinking of the trouble.

"Yes, it seems so," I nodded, already thinking of the inconvenience of public transport.

"You'll either have to go by bus or take a rented room there," Sweta Didi offered the only other option.

"Avi won't go by bus," Meena Chachi jumped in, her tone dismissive of the public transport option. "He will go by bike every day."

"Where is this bike, Mami?" Sital looked up, surprised, asking the question everyone was thinking.

"In the happiness of Avi passing his exams, we are buying a brand new bike just for Avi," Meena Chachi glanced pointedly at Neha Bua before answering.

"You're actually buying a bike... for Avi?" Neha Bua gasped, her eyes wide with shock and jealousy.

"Yes, we are," Meena Chachi gave a tight, satisfied nod.

"That's wonderful news!" Sweta Didi saw the silver lining quickly. "Avi can take Komal on the bike. Both of you will go to college together, won't you, Avi?"

"Yes, we'll go to college together, side-by-side," I grinned at Komal, happy at the thought. I realized I was getting a bike just for coming in eighth place, while Komal had gotten nothing for coming in first!

"Dad, I came in first place in the whole college," Komal turned to her father, her eyes pleading urgently. "I also want something special! Just like Mami is giving Avi a bike, I want a laptop for my studies."

"Okay, my girl," Kavita's father smiled warmly at his daughter. "You can certainly have one."

Komal was ecstatic, bouncing in her seat. She would get a laptop!

"This is perfect!" Sweta Didi clapped her hands together once. "Avi has a bike, and Komal has a laptop. You'll travel to college on the bike and can study together using the laptop!"

"Didi, I'm taking biology, and Avi is taking math," Komal brought up a practical point, looking confused. "How can we study together when our subjects are different?"

"Only one or two major subjects are different," Sweta Didi waved the concern away gently. "The rest of the subjects will be the same for both science streams. And yes, you two should go to the college quickly and get your admission forms."

"I'll go tomorrow and check if the college forms are out or not," I promised, looking forward to it.

"Admission will start in two or three days," Sital chuckled, leaning back. "First, you get the bike, Avi. Then, you take all of us for a ride on it. After that, you can go to college. Right, Didi?"

"Yes, Sital said it right," Sweta Didi agreed, smiling.

"Why not?" I laughed, excited by the thought of the bike and the ride. "I'll take everyone for a ride on my new bike!"

We continued talking for a while longer, discussing the college and the bike. Afterward, Chachi and I went to Neeta Bua’s house to give her sweets. Then Chachi and I came home.

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