He Muchen was dressed in a professional office lady (OL) outfit. Her curvaceous body was poised elegantly in her seat, with a prominent bust and rounded hips.
Beneath her swan-like neck, a pair of towering 36D breasts stood high on her chest, straining the white blouse underneath to the point of nearly splitting apart. The lower curves of her breasts were marked by several taut wrinkles stretched tight against the fabric. Two dark red shadows were visible through the snow-white blouse, faintly revealing the red, seductive lingerie beneath.
Two unfastened buttons left the collar of her blouse slightly open, exposing a glimpse of smooth, snowy-white, plump breast flesh. The deep cleavage stood like a profound abyss between those magnificent peaksβa pitch-black crevice of unfathomable depth that irresistibly drew the eye, tempting one to explore the secrets hidden within.
Yang Haoranβs gaze wandered, following the lines of Aunt Heβs tall, firm mountains, down to her slender, willow-like waist. Beneath it, her full hips, as she sat, formed a rounded curve that strained against the tight black skirt, making it appear even more exquisiteβlike a ripe, juicy peach, so enticing that one could almost feel their plump, soft texture just by looking.
Her two sexy, black-stockinged legs were pressed tightly together, forming a delicate seam between them.
A section of her plump, silk-clad thigh sank into the sofa beneath her, squeezing out a tantalizing ring of stockinged flesh, reminiscent of vacuum-sealed meat packages in a supermarket, brimming with a lewd, ripe fullness that seemed ready to burst forth.
Because of her seated posture, the hem of her skirt had ridden up, leaving almost the entirety of her smooth, black-stockinged legs exposed.
Peering through the gap between her legs, one could faintly make out a dark,ζ¦θ§ shadow beneath her skirt, like a mysterious black hole emitting an irresistible, soul-stirring allure.
A wicked fire flared fiercely in Yang Haoranβs lower abdomen. Simultaneously, a question arose in his mind: judging by Aunt Heβs attire, it seemed she was preparing to go out. Just as he was about to ask, He Muchen, unable to bear his burning gaze, parted her red lips and spoke: “Haoran, is there something dirty on Auntieβs clothes?”
She feared that if she didnβt speak up, this boy would transform into a wolf and pounce on her. She understood the look in his eyesβit was similar to the furtive glances from male colleagues at her company, but far more intense and brazen.
If it were a colleague, she could have subtly hinted for them to be mindful of their behavior. But given their special relationship, she found herself at a loss for how to handle it.
Yang Haoran understood He Muchenβs hint perfectly. However, Aunt Heβs act of restraint only made his desire burn more fiercely. He couldnβt help but sneer inwardly: What is this slut pretending for? I saw through it days ago. Wei Mingβs mother might appear to be a dignified and conservative beautiful mature woman on the outside, but once you get involved with her, sheβs a complete slut in bed.
Itβs just that her true nature is restrained. Having been alone for many years, no one has yet drawn out her inner whorish essenceβprobably even she herself isnβt fully aware of it.
Just a few days ago, when Wei Ming was still home, she dared to play theζ·«ιΎζε€ (lustful dragon and phoenix) game with me in the master bedroom. Although she was half-forced each time, a woman who was truly conservative at her core wouldnβt engage in such indecent behavior, especially not with her son still in the house.
His “half-forcing” was built upon her “feigned reluctance but inner willingness.” Otherwise, as a grown woman, it would be difficult for him to even tie her to the bed to have his way, let alone play with her.
Naturally, Yang Haoran wouldnβt crudely tear off Aunt Heβs veil of modestyβit wasnβt the right time yet. Feigning embarrassment, he waved his hand and said: “No, no, wifey, your clothes are very clean, and youβre beautiful. I was just momentarily captivated.”
Being intimately called “wifey” by this boy made He Muchenβs face flush, but she didnβt refute it. After all, their relationship was now different from before.
Seeing Aunt Heβs blushing face, Yang Haoran felt a secret thrill. Changing the subject, he asked curiously: “Aunt He, youβve put on makeupβare you going out?”
Hearing Yang Haoran switch to calling her “Aunt He,” He Muchen instantly looked much more at ease. As she poured water for him from the coffee table, she explained: “Yes, Auntie didnβt bring many clothes when she came here. What Iβm wearing now is still my company outfit. I plan to go out today to buy some things.”
Hearing this, Yang Haoran also noticed the logo emblem on the upper part of her white blouse, right over her ample bosom. He asked curiously: “Aunt He, what did you used to do for work?”
“I worked in finance at a company.” He Muchen glossed over it lightly. She didnβt want to reveal more information. Given their current special relationship, she only planned to maintain it for a month, as a way to repay this boyβs infatuation.
Their ages werenβt suitable, their statuses werenβt suitableβLi Song was more suited to accompany her for the rest of her life. In He Muchenβs heart, Yang Haoran was seen more as a junior, a junior with whom she had a special relationship.
Yang Haoran took the glass of water He Muchen handed him and gulped it down in one go. The sight of Aunt Heβs voluptuous and enchanting figure had made his mouth dry. Seeing how thirsty Yang Haoran was, He Muchen poured him another glass and handed it to him: “Slow down, thereβs no need to rush.”
This time, Yang Haoran only drank half before putting the glass down. Staring at the exposed glimpse of creamy white cleavage in He Muchenβs open collar, he asked: “Aunt He, youβre not planning to go out like this, are you?”
“No, itβs just that thereβs no one home. Auntie was feeling a bit stuffy, so I loosened it a little.” Under Yang Haoranβs direct gaze, He Muchen knew what he was referring to. Her face slightly flushed as she spoke, and she moved to fasten the buttons.
Yang Haoran shifted closer to her, until their hips were touching. One arm wrapped around her slender waist, while the other hand stopped her from fastening the buttons. Under her puzzled gaze, Yang Haoran unfastened the button she had just done up, all while speaking with utmost naturalness: “Aunt He, at home you can dress sexily for me to see, but when you go out, you should be more conservative. Havenβt you heard the saying? Men like women to be ladies in public… whatβs the second part of that saying again?”
Facing Yang Haoranβs direct stare, He Muchen knew perfectly well that this boy was playing dumb. She laughed lightly and said: “Itβs βwhores in bed.β Haoran, do you like Auntie to be like that?”
As she spoke, she subtly swatted away Yang Haoranβs hand, which was trying to unfasten more of her buttons. She still had to go out later; it wasnβt the right time to indulge this boy now.
He Muchenβs words, turning the tables on him, gave Yang Haoran a momentβs pause. But Aunt Heβs response was exactly what he wanted to hear. He continued: “Of course, Aunt He. In bed, you need to be a bit sluttier, just like the day before yesterday.”
No longer hiding his intentions, Yang Haoran brazenly let his right hand climb up to He Muchenβs breast, fondling it through her clothes.
Feeling the unusual sensation on her chest, He Muchen sighed inwardly. She knew that if she didnβt satisfy this boy today, she likely wouldnβt be able to leave. Her two plump, black-stockinged thighs pressed together, squeezing out a ripe, enticing band of slutty, silk-clad flesh between them.
Upon closer look, those beautiful legs even rubbed against each other slightly, as if already aroused… Her face flushed, she looked at Yang Haoranβs handsome face, and desire also surged within her body. She said: “Haoran, letβs go to the bedroom.”
He Muchen also longed for that kind of activity deep down. The desires pent up for many years had been unleashed by Yang Haoran all at once, like a floodgate opening. It wouldnβt be accurate to say she was insatiable, but she was certainly in a state ofζΊη (vigorous/strong) need.
She didnβt dislike Yang Haoran; in fact, after a week of interaction, she had already tacitly accepted him as her man in her heart. Therefore, faced with Yang Haoranβs demands now, even if he truly forced her, she fundamentally couldnβt refuse.
“Wei Ming isnβt home, Aunt He. Letβs do it right here.”
Yang Haoranβs hand, fondling her large breast, weighed itβa heavy, substantial handful. He thought to himself that any future child he had with Aunt He wouldnβt lack for nourishment.