“Hehe… Forget about just doing it hard, you can have me in any position you want.”
Seeing her boyfriend’s petty tantrum, Ji Youxi smiled serenely and said, “Do you want to lift me up and fuck me… or spread my pussy open for you to fuck, or treat me like a bitch and take me from behind…”
“Yes!”
Yang Haoran’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.
“Then wait!”
Ji Youxi’s simple reply instantly doused Yang Haoran’s enthusiasm like a bucket of cold water, leaving him with a bitter smile.
“Alright, alright… When I’m in a good mood, you can play with both of my holes down there. When I’m not in the mood, it’s useless no matter how much you want it.”
A faint smile curled at the corner of Ji Youxi’s lips: “They’re both virgins; you’ll have a great time playing with them. Besides, haven’t you always wanted to pin me down under your crotch and fuck me?”
Having his thoughts seen through, Yang Haoran felt his face flush with heat. Then, mustering his nerve, he said, “You’re my girlfriend. It’s only right that you get fucked by me.”
After a pause, he pretended to be fierce and said, “When the time comes, I’ll fuck you every night. I’ll fuck your little pussy for a while, then fuck your asshole. I’ll plug your asshole with a butt plug and fuck your little pussy…”
Hearing these lewd words spill from her boyfriend’s mouth, Ji Youxi smiled enchantingly and said, “Fine, I’ll be waiting!”
Given their particular preferences, she had long known that their sex life would be far from ordinary, pushing boundaries to extremes. Even what her boyfriend described would be just a typical way of having sex for them in the future.
Sooner or later, her boyfriend’s cock would freely go in and out of both holes down there, playing with all three of her holes until they were all wide open.
She just didnβt want to give herself to her boyfriend too soon!
Human nature is like thatβwhat comes too easily is often not cherished.
…
Yang Haoran, Ji Youxi, and Liu Ruoxi sat around the dining table, which was laid out with seven dishes and two soupsβquite a lavish spread for three people.
Yang Haoran sat in the middle, with his mother on his left and his girlfriend Ji Youxi on his right.
At the table, Yang Haoran kept his head down, silently eating, yet the food in his bowl never seemed to diminish.
His mother would pick up a large shrimp for him, and his girlfriend Ji Youxi would add a piece of chicken. His mother would glance at Ji Youxi, then give him a piece of spare ribs. Ji Youxi, unfazed, would add an abalone…
This back-and-forth resulted in Yang Haoran’s bowl perpetually piled high with food.
Yang Haoran remained silent, head bowed, focused solely on eating, like an outsider. His mother and Ji Youxi didnβt exchange a single word either, eating quietly aside from serving him food.
Yang Haoran felt miserable but couldnβt voice it. He had tried to break the ice, but every time he spoke, both his mother and Ji Youxi would cut him off. Since he couldnβt afford to offend either, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Yang Haoran glanced at the mountain of food in his bowl. His stomach was already full, and he had no appetite left. He set down his chopsticks and said, “Iβm full. You two take your time.”
He was ready to leave the table, but as soon as he finished speaking, both his mother and Ji Youxi almost simultaneously put down their chopsticks and said in unison that they were also full.
Yang Haoran was stunned. He looked at his mother, then turned to Ji Youxi, wondering if the two of them were putting on an act just to mess with him.
“Youxi, go upstairs and rest for a bit. Iβll help my mom clean up the dishes.”
Yang Haoran gave his girlfriend Ji Youxi a meaningful look. This time, Ji Youxi didnβt refuse. She pulled out two or three napkins and, right under Liu Ruoxiβs watchful eyes, wiped the grease from her startled boyfriendβs mouth.
After Ji Youxi left, Yang Haoran touched his clean lips, completely unaware that his motherβs expression had turned cold.
“Mom, let me help you.”
Yang Haoran picked up the bowls and chopsticks, ready to clean up. Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son and said coolly, “No need. Go upstairs and keep her company.”
Yang Haoran keenly sensed the chill in his motherβs tone. As he continued clearing the table, he said, “Mom, Youxi is just like that. I already guessed you two might not get along very well.”
Liu Ruoxi remained silent. Yang Haoran continued, “Mom, what did you two talk about upstairs earlier?”
“Nothing much.”
Liu Ruoxi didnβt want her son to know too much, but afraid he would worry, she changed the subject: “Did you tell her about you and me?”
Yang Haoranβs face stiffened, and he chuckled awkwardly: “It was bound to come out sooner or later. Youβre both my women; itβs fine if she knows.”
Seeing her son speak so lightly of the matter, Liu Ruoxi felt a surge of anger. She snorted coldly and scolded, “How many times have I told you? You just never remember. You canβt keep any secrets to yourself. If this gets out, do you have any idea how serious the consequences could be?”
Yang Haoran: “…”
He didnβt know how to explain it to his mother. After all, he had confidence in Ji Youxi, but his mother didnβt know her well andιΎε δΌζεθ§ (was bound to have biases).
After some thought, Yang Haoran said to his mother, “Mom, donβt worry about this. I can handle it.”
Seeing his mother about to say more, Yang Haoran quickly added, “Mom, you need to learn to trust your son. Iβm not an idiot. I wouldnβt do anything I wasnβt sure about.”
Liu Ruoxi looked at her sonβs serious expression and sighed inwardly. She should beζ¬£ζ ° (comforted) that her son had his own ideas, but she was also worried that his impulsive nature might lead to things spiraling out of his control without him even realizing it.
“Mom isnβt against your relationship, and Iβve never said you canβt be with her.”
Liu Ruoxi reassured her son, then changed her tone: “But whatβs between you and meβno matter how much you trust someone, you must keep it strictly confidential! Since Youxi knows now, let it be, but donβt let it happen again!”
Yang Haoran understood his mother was warning him. He nodded obediently. He knew what should and shouldnβt be said.
Just like with Auntie Shen, his childhood friend Zhou Shiwenβs motherβhe had never breathed a word to anyone else, not even his close friend Wei Ming.
Similarly, Zhou Shiwen also knew nothing about him and Wei Mingβs mother.
After helping his mother clean up, Yang Haoran went upstairs to the second floor. Heε (persuaded) Ji Youxi again, and after separately getting through to both his mother and Ji Youxi, the weight finally lifted from Yang Haoranβs heart.
As it was getting late, Yang Haoran and Ji Youxi chatted in the room for a while before heading to school together.
…
That evening, Ji Youxi sent Yang Haoran pictures of several nipple ring styles. Yang Haoran picked a round, silver one,ζ£ε₯½ (which happened to) match the one Wenwen had.
The next day at school, Yang Haoran received the nipple ring from Ji Youxi. He then asked his homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, for leave, together with Yaoyao.
Gu Qingying had long suspected the incestuous relationship between the siblings Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao. Something like this could have been mentioned via WeChat, so why did he need to come to her office specifically to say it?
So this time, before Yang Haoran could even bring it up, Gu QingyingδΈ»ε¨ (took the initiative) to undress. She took a privately stored collar and dog leash from her desk drawer and fastened it around her own neck.
Then, she got down on all fours on the floor like an obedient bitch, swaying her plump buttocks and jiggling her massive snow-white breasts as Yang Haoran led her into the small lounge.
The office door and windows were tightly locked. Teachers and students outside had no idea that inside, a student was leading his female teacher around on a leash like a bitch beneath his feet.
And this teacher was none other than the famously beautiful Gu Qingying, known throughout the campus as the “Big Milk Cow.”