Aunt Shen was getting more and more outrageous with her words. Even though what she said was true, Yang Haoran couldn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Since when does an elder create a fake account to seduce a younger one?”
He said this quietly with his head down, but he knew Aunt Shen could hear him.
Since Shiwen was still at home, it wasn’t appropriate for him to be too blunt, and it wasn’t the right time to lay all the cards on the table. At any rate, he now had the evidence.
Shen Qing, however, completely ignored him, acting as if she hadn’t heard a thing. Suddenly, she began sighing with a tone of self-reproach, saying, “It’s all my sister’s fault. If only I weren’t your elder, little Ranran, how wonderful that would be. I shouldn’t be Shiwen’s mother either. But then, if that were the case…”
Abruptly, Shen Qing leaned close to his ear. Her intoxicating body fragrance wafted around Yang Haoran’s nose, her warm breath brushing past his ear as her licentious words floated lightly from her full, lush cherry lips: “But then, wouldn’t you find it even more thrilling, little Ranran… my little master~”
As she spoke, Shen Qing, like a beautiful and enchanting datura flower—or perhaps a dangerously fatal serpent—flicked her fragrant tongue out to lick the tip of his ear.
Aunt Shen’s utterly wanton words made Yang Haoran’s eyes widen in shock, and the gentle lick on his ear tip caused his body to tremble violently.
But that wasn’t the key point. What left him utterly dumbfounded was…
Aunt Shen was actually taking the initiative to reveal the truth?
The situation was developing in an unexpected direction, leaving Yang Haoran’s mind in a daze. Mostly because of Aunt Shen’s previous demeanor and tone as an elder—who could have imagined she would suddenly utter such lewd and vulgar words?
“Au… Aunt Shen,” Yang Haoran turned to look at the captivatingly beautiful Aunt Shen, swallowing hard with difficulty.
“Your humble servant is here,” Shen Qing’s beautiful eyes met Yang Haoran’s gaze without any hesitation. Her glistening eyes were filled with seductive charm, tender and soft, and her gentle, mellifluous voice was as soothing as a spring breeze.
Her submissive tone bore no resemblance to her earlier manner as an elder; instead, it was more like that of a lowly maid serving her master in ancient times.
The self-address of “humble servant” originated from the role-playing games Yang Haoran and Aunt Shen engaged in using her alternate account. Sometimes, Yang Haoran would play the lofty emperor, while Aunt Shen played his beloved concubine. Other times, he would play an ancient landowner, and Aunt Shen would play the maid serving him.
No matter the scenario, Aunt Shen always willingly took on the role of the lowly, subservient one. Online, Yang Haoran had long since become her veritable master.
Now, with this self-address, Aunt Shen was effectively revealing her identity. It also signaled that, in reality, she seemed poised to become his true subordinate as well.
How could this not excite Yang Haoran unbearably? Seeing Aunt Shen’s submissive posture, her exquisitely beautiful face still enchanting and alluring, bowing down before him, filled him with a profound sense of masculine achievement. Faced with the seemingly readily attainable beauty before him, his breathing instantly grew rapid, his blood rushed upward, and his face flushed slightly.
However, confronted with such behavior from someone who had been an elder figure to him since childhood, aside from excitement, he also felt a sense of unease. He wanted to say something, but the frivolous words he used on Weixin felt stuck in his throat, difficult to utter.
Should he call her a slutty bitch? Refer to her directly as a lowly, promiscuous cum dumpster? This wasn’t the internet, where he could speak freely behind the cold screen of a phone, indulging in wanton and unrestrained dirty talk without inhibition.
Here, in reality, facing someone who had been an elder to him since childhood, he felt restrained and didn’t dare to speak without boundaries.
Seeing Yang Haoran hesitating to speak, Shen Qing suddenly giggled and teased, “What’s wrong? You weren’t this shy on Weixin. Be bolder, my little master~”
She drew out the last syllable, making it extremely seductive, like a succubus from hell, captivating and soul-stealing, stirring the dark depths of one’s heart.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran felt greatly encouraged, and his inner reservations quietly faded. Gazing at the radiant, dazzlingly beautiful Aunt Shen, he tentatively uttered a word: “Slutty…”
Shen Qing’s beautiful eyes looked at him with anticipation, the peculiar thrill of being verbally humiliated seeming to quietly emerge.
“Bang bang! Mom, why did you close the door? Open it for me.”
Just at that moment, knocking sounds came from outside the door, followed by Zhou Shiwen’s voice ringing in both their ears.
They both froze simultaneously!
The courage Yang Haoran had mustered with great effort was doused as if by a bucket of cold water.
“This wretched child, coming back at such an inopportune time,” Shen Qing sighed with regret.
“Next time, my little master~” Shen Qing threw a seductive glance at Yang Haoran, as if encouraging him, then calmly rose as if nothing had happened to open the door for her son.
“Such a waste…” Yang Haoran felt intensely frustrated, but inwardly, he also felt a sense of relief. He could tell that this time, Aunt Shen wasn’t teasing him—she was genuinely willing to become the bitch beneath him.
Although the interruption was disappointing, when he thought about it, Aunt Shen was, after all, his mother, and Shiwen was also a good friend he’d grown up with. Taking his mother as his submissive bitch and being interrupted wasn’t that big a deal; he still had to give some face.
“Does this mean I’ve become Shiwen’s father?” Suddenly, this bizarre thought popped into Yang Haoran’s mind. But then he reconsidered: Aunt Shen might have agreed, but Shiwen wouldn’t necessarily be willing to gain a young father.
Shortly after, Shen Qing led Zhou Shiwen inside.
Zhou Shiwen didn’t notice anything amiss. Instead, recalling that he had just watched a mother-cuckolding video fantasizing about his good friend Yang Haoran and his mother, he felt somewhat uneasy.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen returned to his room.
“So, how was the video? Didn’t I lie to you?” In the room, both seated in front of the display screen, Yang Haoran said to Zhou Shiwen with a smile.
Now, facing Zhou Shiwen, he also felt somewhat uncomfortable, plagued by a sense of guilt. He casually brought up a topic.
Yang Haoran’s words once again reminded Zhou Shiwen of the debauched scenes from the mother-cuckolding video, making him blush and nod sheepishly.
The video quality was indeed very good, with high-definition visuals. The voluptuous, beautiful mother and his classmate left him filled with wild imaginings.
He knew such thoughts were wrong, but he couldn’t quite suppress that perverse, thrilling stimulation.
“You shouldn’t watch it too often; it’s bad for your health,” Yang Haoran said. “Isn’t there a saying? ‘Youth doesn’t know the value of sperm; old age looks at pussy with empty tears.'”
Hearing such explicit words made a pure young boy like Zhou Shiwen somewhat embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but retort, “Where did you pick up such crude talk? It’s certainly not taught in textbooks.”