“Brother, don’t you try to drive a wedge between me and Xiaowan.”
Yang Mengyao pouted: “I know she only listens to you, which is why I listen to her.”
Yang Haoran was left speechless. Wasn’t she directly targeting him with that remark? Clearly, Yaoyao understood that her best friend, Shaowan, was acting under his directions. He was just using Xiao Shaowan to train Yaoyao!
“Alright, alright… big brother was just joking.”
Yang Haoran said with a cheerful laugh: “I agree that Wanu can break up with Xu Liang, okay! Yaoyao, big brother listened to you this time. From now on, you have to listen to big brother.”
Instantly, both girls were somewhat delighted. Yang Mengyao let out a coquettish humph: “You rascal. You listen to me once and then want me to listen to you forever? Since when is there such a profitable deal?”
Hearing her best friend Yaoyao’s tone, which was like acting spoiled, Xiao Shaowan felt a bit sour. She also wished she could act spoiled with “Daddy” like Yaoyao, but whether due to her personality or the closeness of their relationship, she simply couldn’t do it.
“Hehe… Yaoyao, don’t think that just because you’re the Class President, you can bully the model student in class. Be careful, or big brother will use a whip to spank your bottom.”
This shameless remark made both girls giggle. Only he could utter such words so brazenly.
“What Class President…”
Facing her brother’s teasing, Yang Mengyao’s cheeks flushed with shyness, but with her ears turning red, she continued in a soft voice, “Isn’t the Class President just a dog in front of you, this ‘model student’?”
Yang Haoran chuckled and said happily: “You little slut, with such huge tits. The male classmates in class probably wish they could worship you as their dream girl! If they heard you say that, they’d be furious to death.”
“What does it have to do with them… If Yaoyao wants to be a dog, she’ll be a dog. If she wants to be a dairy cow, she’ll be a dairy cow. With such big tits, they’re lucky if they can get a glimpse through clothes in class. Yaoyao doesn’t owe them anything.”
Yang Mengyao said coquettishly: “Yaoyao’s big tits belong only to big brother. Even if big brother gets tired of playing with them and uses his feet to step on them like a cushion, it has nothing to do with them.”
Yang Haoran was surprised that Yaoyao could utter such filthy words. He glanced at Xiao Shaowan and suddenly understood—Yaoyao’s big tits had indeed been stepped on and played with by Xiao Shaowan. In the video, the little lass had been crying her eyes out.
So there was a precedent, no wonder. But then again, this little girl sure knows a lot now. Who knows what kind of strange knowledge Wanu has been filling her head with.
Facing Yang Haoran’s gaze, Xiao Shaowan had no choice but to explain softly: “Yaoyao’s big tits are very soft; they’re actually quite suitable as a seat cushion. I’ve trained Yaoyao to be furniture—it’s very comfortable to sit on.”
“Ah! Why wasn’t that filmed in the video?”
Yang Haoran was extremely surprised.
As it turned out, Xiao Shaowan and Yaoyao exchanged a glance, as if communicating with their eyes. Under Yang Haoran’s continued pressing, they finally revealed that this was a private training session the two girls had prepared as a surprise for him, which was why it wasn’t filmed in the video.
“Human furniture—Wanu has looked into it. Actually, some ancient wealthy families had practices like this. It’s suitable for women with voluptuous figures or larger breasts. The fat in their chests can serve as good pressure cushions. For ordinary activities like sitting and talking, it doesn’t cause any issues, and it’s very comfortable to sit on.”
Xiao Shaowan explained to Yang Haoran: “Wanu did seek Yaoyao’s opinion on this. She agreed before Wanu trained her.”
Yang Haoran was full of questions and looked at Yaoyao, only to find her burying her head in his chest, playing ostrich, seemingly without the courage to face this shameful topic.
Afterwards, Yang Haoran discussed it further with Xiao Shaowan. Indeed, if a woman’s breasts were used as a cushion, their softness would make them suitable, but they weren’t fit for vigorous movement. Moreover, this was more of a symbolic act representing hierarchy.
It was more like an impractical and frivolous technique—not very useful. But Yang Haoran thought it would be quite interesting to try it out occasionally for novelty’s sake. After all, Xiao Shaowan had already trained Yaoyao, and Yaoyao had agreed to be his flesh cushion. A bit of fun between them wouldn’t hurt.
He recalled the time he used Aunt Shen’s enormous breasts as a cushion—it was indeed comfortable to sit on. Unfortunately, Aunt Shen didn’t always indulge him. Yaoyao, on the other hand, was obedient… and easily bullied!
…
After chatting for a while, Yang Haoran, considering the girls’ physical conditions, did not continue his carnal pursuits.
At noon, the three went down to the hotel restaurant for a lavish meal. After returning, Yang Haoran fucked Xiao Shaowan again, though not in the ass, but in her pussy.
Around 4:30 in the afternoon, they played around in the water like mandarin ducks. After everyone had cleaned up, Yang Haoran first took Xiao Shaowan back to her rented apartment, buying some ointment on the way.
Inside the apartment, Yaoyao applied the ointment for Xiao Shaowan. Only then did the siblings return home.
Yaoyao was still having some difficulty walking, so Yang Haoran had to ask the driver to take them right to their doorstep.
Fortunately, when the siblings returned, their mom and dad were still at work. Yang Haoran had intentionally planned their return to avoid his mother coming home from work and running into them.
Even if his mother had seen them, Yang Haoran had a backup excuse ready: that Yaoyao had a cold and was feeling dizzy, and the homeroom teacher had asked him to take Yaoyao home to rest. It was perfectly reasonable, since the homeroom teacher knew they were siblings.
What Yang Haoran had no idea about was that his mother and the homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, had already met face-to-face once. Fortunately, after Gu Qingying learned about the complicated dynamics of his family, she worried about leaking secrets and him later settling scores with her, so she did not report anything to Liu Ruoxi.
As for his incestuous relationship with Yaoyao, Gu Qingying had initially been somewhat uncertain, but after learning that this little pervert had even dared to fuck his own mother, it became self-evident.
Gu Qingying had no feelings for Yang Haoran. She only wanted to earn points. In her eyes, Yang Haoran was a “cash cow,” a great Buddha to be revered.
Given the miraculous potions in the system mall, Gu Qingying had no objections to being the great Buddha’s maid.
…
The sun set in the west, and night gradually fell.
Yang Haoran strolled around the community park for a while. Feeling that the timing was about right, he slowly walked back to the villa.
He usually returned home around this time after school, while Yaoyao arrived home earlier than him. By taking a walk in the park to kill time, his return would seem no different from usual.
After cautiously arriving home, Yang Haoran found that his mother, who had returned from work, didn’t notice anything unusual. Pretending to be natural, he bantered with her for a few moments before being scolded back to his room as usual.
Lying on his bed, Yang Haoran let out a deep sigh. He felt both relieved and increasingly anxious.
If his mother found out he had fucked Yaoyao, he had no idea how he would face her wrath. Recently, it seemed like his mother was gradually yielding to him. When he teased her, although she still maintained her maternal authority, her every smile and gesture increasingly revealed her femininity.
When the mother and son talked in private, there was a subtle intimacy that went beyond the normal bounds of a mother-son relationship.
Perhaps his mother hadn’t realized it yet, but whenever she spoke with him, it wasn’t as if she was treating him as her son, but faintly, as her man.
Yang Haoran wasn’t sure whether his mother was deliberately humoring him to put him at ease or if she truly saw him as her man.
But without a doubt, if the matter with Yaoyao were exposed, Yang Haoran knew that given his mother’s temperament, she would definitely turn against him. This was the source of his anxiety.
The issue with Yaoyao was a ticking time bomb, capable at any moment of completely destroying the special relationship between mother and son.
With these thoughts, Yang Haoran got up and locked the door. He pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag. Gazing out the window at the neon-lit high-rises in the distance, he lost himself in contemplation.