After school ended at noon, Yang Haoran quickly filled his stomach at the school cafeteria and hurried home.
Once home, Yang Haoran went up to the second floor to his room, unplugged a black USB drive from the main computer port, and then left the house without looking back, heading towards the meeting point he had agreed upon with Zhou Shiwen.
The USB drive was something he had prepared last night. Before going to sleep, he had inserted it to start the copying process and then left it alone. By now, the copying was long complete.
The meeting point was not far from either of their homes—a simply decorated café.
Yang Haoran arrived at the designated spot and waved to Zhou Shiwen, who was sitting inside after having ordered just a cup of hot water.
“Haoran, why did you have me wait here? It was so awkward standing outside, so I had no choice but to go in and sit down. But I don’t like coffee, so I just ordered hot water. The server tried so hard not to laugh when I said that,” Zhou Shiwen complained incessantly to Yang Haoran after stepping out.
Yang Haoran smiled awkwardly. He hadn’t really thought about it; he just passed by this café every day on his way to school, so he’d chosen it.
“Let’s go.”
Then, the two made their way to Aunt Shen’s house.
Aunt Shen’s home was actually located just a few hundred meters east of Yan’an Road, behind Jing’an Community, in the Yulin Community, also nicknamed “The Secret Boudoir.”
Geographically, Yulin Community wasn’t as privileged as Jing’an Community, but it had the advantage of being away from the bustling city center, offering a quiet environment. Like Jing’an Community, it consisted of standalone luxury villas.
The nickname “The Secret Boudoir” came about a few years earlier when a scandal involving a mistress became the talk of the town. The main figure in the scandal was also a resident of Jing’an Community—a wealthy man with a wife and daughter. Frustrated that his wife hadn’t borne him a son, he bought a house in Yulin Community behind Jing’an specifically for secret rendezvous with various lovers. He kept this hidden from his wife for years until one of his mistresses gave birth to a boy and the affair was accidentally exposed. Since then, Yulin Community had earned the nickname “The Secret Boudoir.”
Zhou Shiwen swiped his card to enter the community, and Yang Haoran followed closely behind. Access to the community required a resident keycard, which was precisely why Yang Haoran had asked Zhou Shiwen to wait for him at the café.
In truth, Aunt Shen had given him a keycard to Yulin Community before, but he had lost it.
The two entered the community and walked side by side toward Aunt Shen’s house. “Shiwen, is Aunt Shen home?”
Yang Haoran asked casually, as though it were an afterthought.
He was almost certain Aunt Shen was home. Unless she had important matters to attend to, she was essentially a homebody. Still, he asked just to confirm.
“She’s home,” Zhou Shiwen replied without much thought. “My mom is usually in her study or her bedroom. When we go in, just come to my room and stay there.”
“Okay.”
Yang Haoran nodded. The pretext was understood between them without needing to be spoken. When they were younger, he often went to Shiwen’s room to play games together. If asked, they could just say they were there to play games.
They arrived. Zhou Shiwen swiped his card against the sensor to unlock the door, and Yang Haoran followed him inside.
Once inside, Yang Haoran looked around. It was a spacious, bright living room with a high-end sofa set and a coffee table in the center. Along the walls were a wine cabinet, a refrigerator, potted plants, and more… On the other side stood an antique display shelf filled with a dazzling array of porcelain and curios—all part of Aunt Shen’s collection.
“Shiwen, you’re back.”
Shen Qing, hearing the commotion, descended the stairs and came into view.
Noticing Yang Haoran behind him, a flash of delight passed through Shen Qing’s charming, beautiful eyes. She chuckled and said, “Oh~ Xiao Ranran, did you miss your big sister? Why didn’t you let me know you were coming?”
She was wearing a blue-and-white porcelain-inspired halter-top sleeveless body-hugging cheongsam, which accentuated her voluptuous S-curve figure to perfection.
The top of the cheongsam was stretched taut by her full, abundant breasts, threatening to burst open. The breathtaking, towering peaks drew the eye, standing tall and outlining an exquisite M-shaped curve. As Aunt Shen walked toward them with graceful, light steps, those heavy, ample bosoms swayed tremulously, jiggling and bouncing with a mesmerizing rhythm—making one both anticipate and fear that the enormous breasts might burst forth, tearing through the fabric and exposing themselves.
The blue cheongsam clung tightly to Aunt Shen’s slender, delicate waist, which was so narrow it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand. Her plump, peach-like bottom was round and pert, curving out from her waist and thighs in an exaggerated, dramatic arc—like a huge, fresh, juicy peach, or a rolling hill draped in blue-and-white porcelain.
The cheongsam featured a slit at the plump, ivory-white thighs, with the hem only covering halfway down her thighs. As Aunt Shen moved, the skirt swayed gently like waves, rippling with an alluring, intoxicating elegance.
Her legs, delicate and smooth as refined jade, were long and full, with thighs boasting a soft, fleshy texture. Under the light, they appeared flawlessly white and pristine, without a single imperfection.
On her feet, she wore a pair of white high heels adorned with countless silver sparkles, glittering brilliantly.
Aunt Shen’s outfit made her look elegantly poised, irresistibly sexy, yet never vulgar.
Shen Qing glided gracefully up to the two, her sparkling, captivating eyes fixed on Yang Haoran. Like a glittering galaxy, they shimmered with dazzling light. Her lush, cherry-like lips parted slightly, and her mature, enchanting, magnetic voice rang out.
“I was just thinking of having Shiwen invite you over to big sister’s house to play tomorrow. I never expected you’d come without an invitation, Xiao Ranran~ It seems we share a deep connection. Big sister is so touched~”
As she spoke, her stunning, enchanting face broke into a warm, radiant smile directed at Yang Haoran.
Zhou Shiwen listened with a dark expression, silently speechless. Yet, seeing his mother’s affectionate behavior toward Haoran, his feelings were different from before. A subtle restlessness stirred within him, as if a strange sense of excitement was sprouting from the depths of his heart.
Yang Haoran gazed at the bewitching Aunt Shen, feeling a heat rise in his lower abdomen. But with Shiwen still present, he didn’t dare respond in kind. He forced an awkward smile and said, “Aunt Shen, stop joking. I’m here because Shiwen asked me to keep him company playing games. We haven’t played in a while, and I kind of miss it.”
“Then don’t you miss big sister? Big sister waits for you every day, yearning until her eyes grow tired.”
Shen Qing’s seductive eyes held a trace of grievance as she looked at Yang Haoran, like a neglected wife languishing in solitude.
Drama queen, a total drama queen, Yang Haoran cursed inwardly. Faced with Aunt Shen’s performed look of grievance, he responded with a perfectly measured smile and said nothing.
Having teased Yang Haoran as usual and seeing him unmoved, Shen Qing decided to drop the act. Smiling, she said, “Well then, Auntie won’t disturb the two of you. Go ahead and play in your room.”
She had an open-minded personality and didn’t share the typical parental fear of video games as if they were venomous scorpions. That was why Yang Haoran often came to Aunt Shen’s house to play games with Shiwen when they were younger.
Seeing his mother stop at surface-level teasing, Zhou Shiwen felt a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, though more than anything, he felt relief. This left him with complicated emotions.
In the past, he had thought his mother’s flirtatious behavior toward Haoran was just verbal teasing, something inherent to her personality, and he hadn’t given it much thought.
It wasn’t until he discovered the erotic story his mother had written, “Bitch and Her Master,” that he realized her seduction of Haoran came from a genuine place, disguised as playful banter on the surface.