Yang Haoran found the right distance, taking two steps to position himself behind Aunt Shen’s lewdly raised, alluringly mature bottom.
Aunt Shen’s plump, snowy-white buttocks, tinged a delicate pink, were perfectly round and full. As her delicate body trembled, they swayed slightly, creating shallow, rippling waves that looked utterly wanton.
“Aunt Shen, you truly are a shameless bitch. Tonight, I won’t treat you as a human. I’ll satisfy you by abusing you mercilessly.”
Yang Haoran let out a lewd chuckle, then turned to Zhou Shiwen and said, “Shiwen, did you know? Earlier, in the room, your mother was the one on her knees begging me to abuse her. Don’t feel sorry for her later. Your mother is just a slutty bitch who deserves a beating.”
Zhou Shiwen was stunned, finding it hard to believe. “Haoran, are you serious? My mother begged you to abuse her?”
“Aunt Shen, tell him yourself. Did you beg me to abuse you?” Yang Haoran then directed the question to Aunt Shen.
Shen Qing hadn’t expected Ranran to reveal this to her son. An intense sense of shame washed over her, causing her body to tremble violently. Her stunningly beautiful face flushed crimson with embarrassment. The mix of humiliation and pleasure made her feel as if she were caught between ice and fire. Suppressing her shame, her voice quivered as she spoke, “We… Wen… it’s… it’s Mommy… Mommy was the one… who got on her knees… and begged Little Ranran… to abuse me.”
“Mommy has decided… to stop being human from now on… to be Little Ranran’s breeding animal… Wenwen… don’t blame Mommy… Mommy is just Little Ranran’s pet now… I’m no longer fit to be your mother…” These extremely lewd words shattered Zhou Shiwen’s previously glorious image of Shen Qing. He stood frozen in place, his lips moving silently as he tried several times to speak but found himself unable to form words.
He knew his mother was Haoran’s submissive bitch, but he never expected her to say outright that she no longer wanted to be human, that she wanted to be his childhood friend Haoran’s breeding animal, his pet. This completely shattered his already fragile worldview.
Yang Haoran was also taken aback by Aunt Shen’s filthy words. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he turned to the dazed Zhou Shiwen and assured him, “Shiwen, don’t worry. We’ve grown up together since we were kids, as close as brothers. Aunt Shen watched me grow up.”
“We know each other inside and out. You know what kind of person I am. I won’t let anyone else touch your mother.”
“Haoran, I’m fine.” Zhou Shiwen took a moment to collect himself, seemingly gradually accepting this reality. He stammered, “I just think… my mother like this… is really… truly… so lewd…”
Zhou Shiwen’s words struck both of them. Shen Qing was so ashamed she wished she could smash her head against the ground. Her entire body trembled, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. Yang Haoran, however, chuckled and said, “Shiwen, you don’t get a say in this aspect. Your mother acts like a slut only in front of me. Out in the world, Aunt Shen has been alone all these years; she never found you a stepfather.”
Yang Haoran spoke on Aunt Shen’s behalf: “Your mother raised you all these years as a single parent, and it hasn’t been easy. Now that we’re almost adults, I’ll satisfy her particular cravings, release her innate nature, and train her to be a slutty bitch.”
“Shiwen, you know the dynamic between the three of us. As long as you don’t say anything, who will know that your mother, who looks so beautiful, secretly enjoys being a human sex slave, a flesh toilet?”
Zhou Shiwen felt embarrassed by Yang Haoran’s words and was silent for a long moment before saying, “Haoran, don’t misunderstand. I get what you mean. I’ve always respected my mother.”
“If she likes being a bitch, I don’t mind. She’ll still be the mother I respect. It’s just that when she’s with you, Haoran, she’s also a cheap, lewd pet dog. That doesn’t affect our relationship.”
Yang Haoran nodded. The three of them had already reached an unspoken understanding, but now it was out in the open. He said to Zhou Shiwen, “Shiwen, when I train your mother in the future, I might take her away for a few days. I’ll be straightforward so you don’t misunderstand. When I take Aunt Shen away, I’ll be locking her in a dog cage, making her eat and live like a dog for a few days. If you miss your mother while she’s gone, just come find me.”
Hearing this, Zhou Shiwen felt somewhat upset. But remembering that his mother had willingly chosen to be his friend’s pet, he, as her son, had no right to stop her. It was better to respect his mother’s choice and give her and Haoran their freedom.
“Haoran, just let me know whenever you want to take my mom away. I’m not a child anymore; I can take care of myself.” Zhou Shiwen sighed and looked his childhood friend in the eye. “I entrust my mother to you. From now on, you can do whatever you want with her.”
“If possible, I’d like my mother to carry your child, to give me a little brother or sister. Otherwise, if you decide to keep my mother confined long-term, I might feel a bit lonely after a while.”
Shen Qing, with her plump buttocks raised, dared not move. Listening to Little Ranran and her son’s conversation, her feelings were indescribably complex, yet mixed with a strange thrill—as if she were a piece of merchandise being handed over by her son to Little Ranran through their discussion.
She knew that, with her only son’s consent, from now on, when she faced Little Ranran, even in front of her son, she would be led around like a pet.
Wenwen and Haoran’s relationship remained unchanged. It was she who had transformed from a person into the pet of her son’s childhood friend.
Shen Qing’s mind even conjured several scenes: Wenwen and Little Ranran standing around chatting casually while she, completely naked, was led away to wait until their conversation ended; or Wenwen and Little Ranran eating a meal while she was leashed under the table, waiting for scraps of food Little Ranran might throw her to eat. She even imagined Wenwen and Little Ranran playing King of Fighters in the room like they did as kids, while she was tied to a chair with her legs spread apart, facing them, her lewd holes—both her cunt and her asshole—exposed, tortured by vibrators, anal plugs, and jumping eggs to amuse the two of them. When Little Ranran was in the mood, he would walk over to the chair, pull out the vibrators and plugs, and violently fuck her lewd cunt and asshole with his huge cock while her son Wenwen, now accustomed to it, continued playing the game and listening to the various lewd moans she made as she was fucked senseless…
After clarifying things with his childhood friend Shiwen, Yang Haoran turned to look at Aunt Shen, who was kneeling with her snowy white buttocks raised high. Unaware of the various humiliating scenes she was fantasizing about, Yang Haoran noticed her hips weren’t as high as before and cursed:
“Slut, raise your ass higher for me!”
Crack!
As soon as Yang Haoran spoke, he swung a black leather whip and lashed it fiercely across Aunt Shen’s plump, snowy white buttocks. Like a farmer whipping livestock in ancient times, he put great force into it, leaving a vivid red whip mark on Shen Qing’s pale skin.
“Ahhh~~”
Shen Qing, lost in her fantasy, immediately cried out in pain from the strike. Her head raised slightly for a few seconds, her entire body trembling. A few seconds later, she gritted her teeth against the pain, lowered her head, and raised her buttocks again, not daring to move. Even though it hurt terribly, she didn’t want to spoil Little Ranran’s mood.
Completely unaware, Yang Haoran brought the whip down twice more, striking Aunt Shen’s pale, peach-like buttocks with equal force.
“Ah…” Shen Qing couldn’t help but cry out from the whipping. A burning pain spread across her buttocks, causing her whole body to tremble and shake uncontrollably. Her stunningly beautiful face paled slightly, but soon, that searing pain seemed to transform into a tingling, numbing electric current that shot straight to her brain, stimulating her. Her beautiful eyes grew moist and hazy like water in fog, taking on a lustful, wanton appearance of springtime arousal.