Tang Wenqian continued to hand Yang Haoran bottled water. This was the third bottle. This time, Yang Haoran slowed down the pouring speed again, until not a single drop was left outside as he filled Aunt Shen’s stomach.
By the fourth bottle, Yang Haoran could see from Aunt Shen’s expression that she was already quite uncomfortable. Yet, he showed no mercy, continuously pouring water into her. Watching Aunt Shen’s throat struggle to swallow the water was like witnessing a form of torture, but it brought him a sense of pleasure.
For the fifth bottle, Yang Haoran took out his phone to look up some information. It stated that a normal person could drink at most 1.6 to 2 liters of water at once. A standard bottle of mineral water was 500 milliliters, so four bottles would already amount to two liters.
With this knowledge, Yang Haoran continued to pour water into Aunt Shen, all the while admiring how her expression shifted to one of agony.
Seeing that the water bottle was empty and no new one was being handed to him promptly, Yang Haoran turned to Tang Wenqian, who seemed hesitant. “Hand it over,” he demanded.
Tang Wenqian watched as Sister Shen’s face contorted in pain, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Her throat continuously emitted muffled, pleading sounds, as if begging for mercy. Though her heart wavered with pity, she remembered Sister Shen’s earlier instructions and reluctantly passed the sixth bottle of mineral water to Yang Haoran.
Sister Shen had said that even if she couldn’t bear it and begged for mercy, the master’s desires should still come first.
“You slut, this is the sixth bottle. As long as you finish this one, your master will temporarily let you off.”
Yang Haoran patted Aunt Shen’s beautiful cheek and then pinched her breast. These words were meant for his mother to hear.
Enduring the bloated feeling in her stomach, Shen Qing blinked her eyes to signal her understanding. By now, her stomach was visibly distended, bulging out as if she were two or three months pregnant.
To anyone unaware of the truth, Aunt Shen’s appearance would suggest she was a captive pregnant woman.
This time, Yang Haoran poured a portion of the water, waited for Aunt Shen to swallow it, then poured another portion, repeating the process until, after a little over a minute, the bottle was empty.
Throughout this, Aunt Shen wept continuously. Anyone could see she was in extreme agony. Her throat repeatedly emitted vague, pleading sounds—close listening would reveal she was begging for mercy.
When Shen Qing saw Little Ranran proactively reach for the seventh bottle of mineral water, a look of terror flashed in her eyes. She struggled with all four limbs, causing the clamps securing her nipples to tighten abruptly. Her tender, pink nipples were pulled taut, protruding sharply. An intense pain spread throughout her body, and Shen Qing let out a sharp cry before stiffening completely, not daring to move again.
Yang Haoran had just opened a bottle and taken a sip of water himself when he heard Aunt Shen’s scream from behind. Turning around, he looked at her in astonishment—he had only been quenching his own thirst.
“Slave Qian, Wenwen, what are you standing around for?”
Yang Haoran scolded, “Loosen her bindings a bit.”
Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen snapped out of their daze and hurriedly went to either side of Sister Shen to adjust the clamps on her nipples, making them slightly looser.
“Forget it, we won’t use these anymore. They’re too dangerous.”
Seeing the clear, indented marks left at the base of Aunt Shen’s nipples, Yang Haoran stepped past Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen and undid the clamps himself.
He felt a twinge of regret. The previous incident with his mother was still vivid in his memory, yet he hadn’t realized that aside from preventing them from struggling, these devices could also be so dangerous.
Aunt Shen and his mother were his treasures. He cherished their nipples so much he couldn’t bear to have them pierced with rings, treating them as precious jewels.
After freeing Aunt Shen, Yang Haoran instructed Wenwen and Tang Wenqian to go and remove the clamps from his mother as well. Then, he personally removed the gag from Aunt Shen’s mouth and complained, “Aunt Shen, aren’t you just bringing suffering upon yourself? From now on, these are forbidden for you and Mom.”
Even in her current state of extreme discomfort, Shen Qing found Yang Haoran’s words somewhat amusing and exasperating. She blinked her beautiful eyes pitifully and said, “It was this slave’s mistake. I forgot that my nipples must be preserved to breastfeed Master’s future children.”
“Aunt Shen, are you pregnant or not?”
Hearing Aunt Shen bring this up, Yang Haoran quickly asked.
“No.”
Seeing the disappointment on Aunt Shen’s face, Yang Haoran comforted her, “Aunt Shen, it’s alright. I’m still a child myself. I’m not in a hurry to have children. We can take our time.”
He didn’t want to put too much psychological pressure on Aunt Shen, even though he truly did wish for her to conceive his child.
Yang Haoran’s words brought a radiant smile to Shen Qing’s face. “Auntie will get pregnant, Little Ranran. If it really doesn’t work, Auntie has other methods.”
“What methods?”
“You said you weren’t in a hurry to have children?”
Seeing Aunt Shen looking at him with amusement, Yang Haoran awkwardly rubbed his nose and changed the subject. “Aunt Shen, is your stomach okay? Did I pour too much water?”
As Little Ranran touched her distended belly, Shen Qing shook her head. “Aside from feeling very bloated, it’s fine. Auntie can endure it.”
Yang Haoran could see Aunt Shen’s brows were tightly furrowed, clearly indicating that the reality wasn’t as effortless as she claimed.
“Then, Aunt Shen, you’ll have to bear with it for now. Enjoy it slowly for a while.”
Yang Haoran said this deliberately, earning a glare from Shen Qing.
The two of them bantered like a couple flirting, stunning Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen, who had finished removing the nipple clamps from Liu Ruoxi and were now waiting quietly nearby.
They couldn’t quite understand: even though the master was tormenting Sister Shen, why did Sister Shen show no anger and instead submit so obediently?
It was as if they were engaging in a game of sexual roleplay, both enjoying themselves thoroughly.
After teasing Aunt Shen, Yang Haoran showed no further mercy. He directly turned on the vibrating silicone dildos inserted in Aunt Shen’s asshole and pussy, setting them to the third intensity level.
“Mmmph! Ah~ Mmm~ Ha~ Too fast~ Mmmph~ Ah~”
Shen Qing immediately couldn’t suppress her moans. All her energy was consumed by the intense vibrations of the silicone toys inside her, spinning like tops. It felt as if both her pussy and asshole were being fucked simultaneously. Overwhelming waves of pleasure swept through her entire body. She trembled and struggled, but her limbs were shackled, leaving her only able to let out continuous cries of ecstatic agony.
“Enjoy it, you slutty bitch.”
Yang Haoran pinched one of Aunt Shen’s tender, pink nipples between two fingers and pulled outward forcefully, stretching one of her enormous breasts like dough. Only when he heard Aunt Shen’s distorted, pained cries begging for mercy did he reluctantly release his grip. Her nipple snapped back into place, bouncing vigorously before settling back to its original shape within seconds.
Then, disregarding Aunt Shen’s mix of agonized wails and pleasured moans as the vibrating toys tormented her, Yang Haoran walked over to his mother. He saw her slightly turn her head away, refusing to look directly at him.
Yang Haoran found it somewhat amusing. “Mom, I’m helping you punish Aunt Shen. How will you thank me?”
“Just do whatever you want. Mom isn’t afraid. There’s no need for empty words.”
Seeing that her son had finished tormenting her best friend Shen Qing and was now turning his attention to her, Liu Ruoxi’s heart tightened nervously. However, she forced a calm expression and maintained her usual strong tone.
She had nothing left to lose now. The only thing she could cling to was her dignity as a mother.
“Sigh… Mother, this isn’t some TV drama.”
Yang Haoran grinned cheekily as he teased his mother. “Even if we were following a plot, shouldn’t it be that a villain has captured me and is forcing you to submit? To protect me, you’d face the villain fearlessly, deliver such a line, and then heroically sacrifice yourself?”
“What kind of nonsense is that…”
Liu Ruoxi’s stern expression nearly broke. What an utterly terrible analogy.