Yang Haoran looked at the envious Wei Ming and said with amusement, “How about it, want to have a feel?” Upon hearing this, Xiao Shaowan, who was lying in his arms, stiffened, her small hands unconsciously clenching, her heart filled with anxiety and fear.
What did this bastard mean by that? Hadn’t he promised not to let anyone else touch her?
“Ah!”
Wei Ming hadn’t expected his best friend to be so generous. A surge of immense excitement welled up inside him, along with all sorts of wild thoughts. He was torn between accepting the offer to experience firsthand what it felt like to fondle the class goddess’s breasts, or hypocritically refusing out of loyalty. Before he could make up his mind, Yang Haoran’s next words cut off his train of thought:
“Well, well, well, Xiao Mingzi, you actually considered it, didn’t you?”
Yang Haoran put on a righteous expression, standing on moral high ground as he chastised him: “A brother’s wife is not to be coveted, Xiao Mingzi. I overestimated your moral principles. I’m so disappointed.”
Wei Ming could hardly meet his best friend’s eyes, feeling an inexplicable mix of disappointment and shame welling up inside him.
If given the chance to get intimate with the class goddess Xiao Shaowan, who was usually out of reach, what guy could resist such temptation?
In plain terms: are you trying to test my integrity with this?
“Haori, stop making fun of me,” Wei Ming said with a bitter smile. “What guy in our class doesn’t like Xiao Shaowan?” Yang Haoran teased, “But didn’t you keep telling me you had a thing for Han Lili?”
Hearing this, Wei Ming gained some confidence and retorted, “Back when we first met after starting school, weren’t you the one who said you liked Xiao Shaowan first?”
“We even made a bet back then.”
Yang Haoran was momentarily lost in thought. Yeah, when they first met and started talking about the girls in their class, he was the one who said he’d go after Xiao Shaowan first. Xiao Mingzi had obviously been waiting to see him make a fool of himself back then.
Tch, that dog-eyed bastard deserved it! “So what happened later? How did you end up liking Han Lili?”
When this topic came up, Wei Ming’s eyes noticeably lit up, and a smile spread across his face. “There was this one P.E. class where I sprained my ankle, and the teacher asked Han Lili to take me to the school infirmary.”
“Haori, don’t let Han Lili’s tomboyish personality fool you—she’s really gentle and careful when taking care of people. She’s also pretty and has a great figure. How could I not have fallen for her back then?”
Yang Haoran thought for a moment. “How come I didn’t know about this… Let me think… I guess the teacher did ask a girl to take you to the infirmary back then. So it was her!”
It suddenly dawned on him!
Xiao Shaowan curled up in Yang Haoran’s arms, listening to the two boys’ conversation without interrupting.
Even though the topic involved her, she had no intention of joining their discussion, because while Yang Haoran was talking, he was continuously fondling her soft breasts with one hand, while his other hand, slipped under her skirt, had two fingers pinching her clit, grinding and teasing it.
The relentless play, combined with the embarrassing situation, made her blush deeply. Especially with a boy who had once admired her right in front of them, she felt even more humiliated and ashamed.
“Haori, tell me, how did you turn Xiao Shaowan into… into your… sex slave?” Wei Ming stammered, asking with a hopeful look as he gazed at Yang Haoran. He wanted to learn this trick too.
“Her?” Yang Haoran glanced down at Xiao Shaowan, whose cheeks were flushed and rosy in his arms, then pulled his damp hand out from under her skirt and patted her butt. “Xiao Mingzi, you can’t treat her like a sex slave—not even in words. After all, she’s my woman. You should call her ‘sister-in-law.’”
Wei Ming was taken aback. Hadn’t Haori told him that Xiao Shaowan was his sex slave and bitch? But after a moment’s thought, it dawned on him—Haori wanted him to show more respect toward Xiao Shaowan.
Wei Ming apologized to Xiao Shaowan. She hadn’t expected that this bastard Yang Haoran would still care about her dignity in such a moment, and she felt strangely moved.
No matter how inhuman this bastard was to her, at least he left her some face in front of others.
Silently, Xiao Shaowan rose from Yang Haoran’s embrace. Under Yang Haoran’s puzzled gaze and Wei Ming’s stunned eyes, she slowly knelt before Yang Haoran, looking up at him. In her cool, clear voice, she spoke words that starkly contrasted with her usual demeanor—lewd and provocative: “Master, Wan’nu willingly became your bitch.”
Both Wei Ming and Yang Haoran stood frozen in place, staring blankly at her, completely unaware that the corners of her lips were faintly upturned.
No matter what Yang Haoran was thinking, at least in this situation, he had given her a final shred of dignity. So, given Xiao Shaowan’s nature, how could she not know how to win a man the utmost face?
At the very least, she wanted to increase her worth in Yang Haoran’s eyes, rather than remain a mere plaything. She understood a woman’s vanity, and even more so, a young man’s vanity.
Yang Haoran was bewildered. He hadn’t asked Xiao Shaowan to kneel—wasn’t it too humiliating? But as he looked at Wei Ming’s wide-eyed expression, filled with envy, jealousy, and deep admiration, he understood Xiao Shaowan’s underlying intention. What a “scheming” woman!
And honestly, it felt pretty damn good. Yang Haoran’s heart was practically floating with pride.
“Ahem…” Yang Haoran pretended to cough, then said to Xiao Shaowan, who was kneeling before him, “Wan’er, you can get up now.”
Get up?
Aren’t you going to help me?
Xiao Shaowan inwardly grumbled but paid no heed. Instead, she turned to Wei Ming with an apologetic expression and said, “Wei Ming… thank you for having liked me once… I understand now!”
Only then did she slowly rise and, like a girlfriend would, gracefully loop her arm through Yang Haoran’s.
Witnessing this scene, Wei Ming felt as if he had taken a critical hit of ten thousand points. Such a beautiful goddess actually willingly became Haori’s personal sex slave and bitch, so obedient and docile.
Where was the aloof, cold demeanor she showed in front of the other boys in class?
Goddammit… Haori, you really deserve to die!… You really deserve to die… Wei Ming couldn’t help roaring inwardly… Jealousy was twisting his face beyond recognition!
“Haori, I’ve got something to do. I’ll head off first. You two… carry on.” Wei Ming couldn’t stay any longer. After hurriedly saying this, he rushed downstairs with quick steps.
Not far away, he caught a sentence carried by the wind:
“Wan’er, hold onto the railing and stick your butt out. I can’t hold back anymore.”
…
Xiao Shaowan rolled her eyes at Yang Haoran and said coquettishly, “I thought you were going to have me play the part of a bitch in front of Wei Ming to solidify your image as a training master.”
As she spoke, Xiao Shaowan obediently bent over, holding onto the rooftop railing, lowering her upper body, and slowly raising her round, pert buttocks. Her long, well-proportioned legs stood gracefully. Moving the gaze upward, her perky, youthful jade-like buttocks were outlined by her black short skirt, displaying a full and rounded shape. With her back to Yang Haoran, she presented herself, inviting him in.
“Hehe… as if.”
Yang Haoran stroked her pert buttocks over the black short skirt, then lifted the skirt hem and rolled it up to her waist. He pulled down her already soaked panties to her knees. Skirts really were more convenient.
Xiao Shaowan felt a coolness on her buttocks and knew her most private area was now completely exposed to Yang Haoran without any cover.
Her jade-like hands gripping the railing tightened, and her beautiful face flushed crimson, like the faint blush seeping through the evening clouds in the sky.
It made her appear exceptionally pure and shy.