Yang Mengyao glared at him, displeased. “Aren’t you the same? You even had Shaowan abuse my breasts to train me, to get me used to you abusing them in the future.”
Yang Haoran didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed. This was only the beginning. Yao Yao’s huge tits would inevitably have to be fitted with nipple rings later, making her a proper milk cow.
Afterward, Yang Haoran coaxed Yao Yao for a bit. Only after she showed a smile did he say, “Yao Yao, doing it at home is definitely not an option. This Sunday, I’ll take you and Wan’er to a hotel to get a room.”
Her brother’s intention to have a threesome was something Yang Mengyao had been aware of for a while. She had already agreed to it before, so now she simply went along with his arrangements. She felt both anticipation and nervousness. She knew that from that day on, she would become her brother’s bitchβor rather, his sex slave, his plaything.
In truth, she greatly resisted, even feared, the idea of becoming a man’s plaything. Unless that man was her brother.
After their casual conversation, Yang Haoran diligently studied the notes. Yao Yao’s notes had various annotations, making them easier for him to understand. He had basically caught up on the fundamentals, and since Yao Yao’s notes were quite detailed, he found them effortless to go through.
Yang Mengyao, worried her brother might not understand,ηΉζ picked out some difficult points to explain to him. The two siblings didn’t dare to overstep any boundaries in their actions, afraid their mother might come upstairs at any moment.
Just like that, over half an hour passed before Liu Ruoxi came to call the siblings downstairs for dinner. The dining table was laden with steaming, delicious dishes, their aroma wafting through the air. Yang Haoran transformed into a voracious eater.
“Mom, is Grandma back yet?”
Yang Haoran, his mouth full of food, looked toward his mother, whose dining manners were the complete opposite of his.
Hearing this, Yang Mengyao also looked at her mother. She hadn’t seen her grandmother in a long time either.
Under the curious gazes of her two children, Liu Ruoxi said, “Your grandmother is staying at your grandfather’s place for a while.”
The siblings looked surprised and astonished. Their grandmother and grandfather had been at loggerheads for years, living separately for a long time. Could it be that things were changing now?
“Heh heh… Mom, was it Grandpa who asked Grandma to stay?” Yang Haoran wore a look of someone who understood the situation perfectly. Both grandparents were strong-willed; something like this probably only happened because Grandpa took the initiative to speak up.
“Eat your food. Don’t ask too many questions about adult matters.” Liu Ruoxi didn’t want to discuss her parents’ private affairs too much. Their years of entanglement weren’t so easily resolved.
Now that one side had conceded, based on her understanding of her mother, she probably just didn’t want to reject his offer outright and stayed for a while to save face.
After dinner, it was Yang Haoran’s turn to send Yao Yao upstairs. He stayed to help his mother clean up the dishes. As he worked, he asked, feigning nonchalance, “Your Majesty, what time tonight?”
These words were like a code. Liu Ruoxi glanced up at him and saidε·ζ·‘ly, “Wait.”
His mother’s attitude, which kept him at a distance, only made Yang Haoran’s heart itch with anticipation. It was hard to imagine someone as aloof and cold as his mother secretly being someone’s bitch, their sex slave. The contrast was too intense.
Distractedly finishing the dishes, Yang Haoran returned to his room to study Yao Yao’s notes. Yao Yao wanted to come over and tutor him, but Yang Haoran outright refused, telling her to get some rest early.
If Yao Yao wasn’t asleep, how could his mother possibly come as agreed?
Time passed slowly. The night deepened outside the window, and in the blink of an eye, it was past 1 a.m. Yang Haoran was growing drowsy from reading. The wait was agonizing. At first, he could focus on the notes, but as time went on, he found it harder and harder to concentrate. He basically understood the fundamental concepts.
In fact, he had already learned the entire first-year high school curriculum by borrowing study aids. Now, reviewing it again, the knowledge left a deeper impression, and he was confident he could astonish everyone in the next exam.
A moment later, a message notification sound from his phone rang, instantly sweeping away Yang Haoran’s drowsiness. He picked it up, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
“Come to my room!”
Yang Haoran turned off the light, closed the door, and, using his phone’s flashlight, stealthily made his way along the corridor toward his mother’s master bedroom. Reaching the bedroom door, he turned the lock, pushed the door open, and entered. The room was pitch black. Yang Haoran locked the door behind him first.
Shining the flashlight, he turned on the bedroom light. With a click, the bright light dispelled the darkness before his eyes. A tall, captivating figure sitting upright on the edge of the bed came into view. She wore an ornately designed, gilded gold mask and was dressed in a sexy fetish outfit.
“Gulp⦔
Yang Haoran couldn’t help but swallow hard. Spellbound, he walked toward her step by step, as if that beautiful figure had captivated his entire being, leaving no room for anything else in his eyes.
Before he could get close, the figure possessing beauty that could topple cities and nations slowly rose from the edge of the bed. As her high heels stepped onto the floor, they emitted a commanding click-clack sound, and she walked toward him with graceful steps.
Yang Haoran gazed at his approaching mother. Familiar were the facial features that had remained unchanged for over a decade;ιη was the ornately crafted, gilded gold mask. It was both provocative and faintly exuded a sense of authority. The water-blue, cool-toned eyeshadow was like a stroke of genius, accentuating his mother’s beautiful face, making it both enchanting and coldly glamorous, like an aloof, icy queen high above, making oneεΏδΈδ½ want to kneel on the ground, just toε₯’ζ± a single indifferent glance from her.
A pink, strapless, body-hugging dress encased her alluring form. There was no fabric above the bust, completely exposing her sexy collarbones, rounded, fragrant shoulders, and snow-white arms. Her full breasts were tightly pressed together, revealing vast expanses of smooth, tender, milky-white breast flesh. The bottomless cleavage was like a magical black hole, pulling at his burning gaze.
Her captivating waist was slender enough to be held in one hand. The tight dress followed the curve of her slim waist downward, outlining theζδΊΊ S-curve of her hips. The hem of the skirt was extremely short, barely covering the woman’s private parts, exposing most of her full thigh flesh. Black, transparent, sexy stockings sheathed her long, well-proportioned beautiful legs, appearing wild and bewitching.
A pair of black-stockinged feet gently stepped into a pair of black, peep-toe, stiletto heels at least ten centimeters high, making her sexy legs appear even more slender and tall. Overall, she looked like a nocturnalη²Ύη΅, emanating aθ―±ζε that stirred men’s desires.
Yang Haoran stared dumbfounded. At this moment, his mother displayed a completely different demeanorβhow utterly seductive she was, yet how coldly glamorous. She was like an immortal fairy untouched by worldly desires, yet she hadεε descended to the mortal world before him.
“Your father accused Mom of not understanding how to be playful. I want to hear his son’s evaluation!”
Liu Ruoxi’s clear, cold voice was like a chill current, suppressing Yang Haoran’s stirring heart.
At this moment, she even made Yang Haoran feel a slight sense ofιηζ. Only the features beneath the mask remained flawless,δΎη¨ recognizable as his mother.
Her face was like an exquisitely detailed painting, delicate and vivid, revealing a breathtaking beauty that made one unable to help but become immersed and unable to extricate themselves.
The ornately designed, gilded gold mask prevented seeing her full face, but the revealed featuresβher beautiful eyes gazing at him were like stars, resembling a pool of clear lake water, deep and bright.
Her eyebrows were like distant hills, akin to a clear stream flowing through mountains, fresh and natural.
Her elegant nose was high and straight like a beautiful mountain peak, tall and graceful. Her lips were like vermilion, similar to a streak of sunset glow coloring the horizon, warm and dazzling.
These exquisite features combined to form a flawless, celestial face, a treasure of the world, so beautiful it felt surreal, as if a painted fairy had stepped into reality before him.
Yet, someone so breathtakingly beautiful was currently dressed in such exposed and licentious attire. The provocative, lewd clothing added a sense of reality to her ethereal beauty. So, she was merely a Succubus Queen who happened to have the appearance of a celestial being.
Glamorous, coquettish, sexy, aloof, temptingβmaking it impossible to suppress theεΌΊη surge of desire to conquer her. Like the turbulent seas, there are still brave warriors who fear not the wind and waves, as if riding the winds and breaking the waves, seeking to conquer upon them.