After Yaoyao finished putting on her clothes, Yang Haoran held her close as they sat on the edge of the bed. His hands slipped beneath her clothes, groping her snow-peaked mounds. With one hand fondling each of her massive, snow-white breasts, he pinched her tender pink nipples between his fingers and said, “I asked for leave from your teacher on your behalf. On Sunday, big brother will take you somewhere to have your nipples pierced and get you injected with a lactagogue. After that, you’ll be our little milk cow.”
“Over the next few days, let Wannu take some close-up photos of your tits as a memento. After this, any pictures taken of your breasts will show them with rings, understand?”
“Mm, big brother, what does the lactagogue do?”
Yang Mengyao obediently lay in her brother’s embrace, allowing him to freely play with the breasts she now took pride in.
She had already guessed something from the term, but she didn’t dare confirm it.
“The lactagogue makes your tits produce milk. After big brother marries Youxi, you’ll be the family’s milk cow, responsible for producing enough milk every day for the whole household to drink. If you don’t, these big breasts of yours will be useless, understand?”
Yang Haoran’s explanation startled Yaoyao, making her face turn pale as she imagined the horrifying scenario of having her breasts cut off. Tears welled in her eyes as she grabbed her brother’s hand and pleaded, “Big brother, no! Yaoyao’s breasts are very useful! They’re soft and fun to play with! Even Shaowan loves them…”
At first, Yang Haoran didn’t understand why the little girl was crying, but when it dawned on him, he found it both amusing and exasperating. He quickly comforted her, “What are you thinking? Did you believe big brother would cut off your tits? I wouldn’t! Big brother also loves playing with your big breasts.”
“It’s just that Youxi told me she wants to drink the milk from your breasts for breakfast every day. If these big tits of yours are only good for looks but not for use, you’d better be careful—she might punish you.”
Yang Haoran gently tapped Yaoyao’s delicate nose. Blushing, she buried her face in his chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Yang Haoran chuckled. “What, did you think that because big brother is treating you like a milk cow, he must be some kind of super pervert? Among your peers, your breasts are the largest, with the best shape and the most perfect feel—they’re premium big tits. Otherwise, why would Youxi specifically want to drink the milk from your breasts?”
“Youxi really said that?”
Yang Mengyao found it hard to believe that Ji Youxi, who was always so easy to get along with in the dorm, had already quietly decided on the milk from her breasts.
“Mm.”
Yang Haoran nodded. “She mentioned it offhand, but I can’t just ignore it. You need to take it seriously, Yaoyao. After you’re injected with the lactagogue, you’ll start producing milk within two or three days.”
“At noon, when you return to the dorm with the others, have Wannu help you express the milk. If the yield is good, help Wannu express a cup too. From now on, in the dorm, your big breasts will serve as milk-producing tools for them, understand?”
Yang Mengyao listened, her face flushed crimson, filled with shame. She stammered, “B-Big brother… does Yaoyao really have to be… a milk cow? Can’t… can’t we change it? Can Yaoyao be a bitch like Shaowan instead?”
“Be what bitch!”
Yang Haoran was both amused and exasperated. “Who told you to grow such big breasts? They feel great and look beautiful—you’re naturally cut out to be a milk cow. We don’t need another bitch pet.”
“Also, the nipple rings we’re putting on you will lock your milk ducts. The milk your breasts produce belongs to big brother and Youxi. Even if your breasts are painfully engorged, without permission from big brother or Youxi, you won’t be able to express a single drop, no matter how hard you try.”
Just like Aunt Shen’s chastity belt, this was another tool Yang Haoran used to control Yaoyao, preventing the little girl from being seduced away by some smooth-talking Casanova in the future.
It wasn’t that he lacked confidence; it was just that Yaoyao was still too naive and impressionable. If she grew older and more mature, it might not be so easy to deceive her.
Yang Haoran felt no guilt about this. Yaoyao was, after all, his twin sister. In his eyes, she belonged to him as a matter of course.
Unbound by conventional ethics, he found Yaoyao’s face and figure to be absolutely top-tier. How could he bear to let her go and marry someone else someday?
As the saying goes, keep the benefits within the family.
Even if Yaoyao could only serve as a milk cow for him, he would never let her go. She was his—why should he let an outsider enjoy her?
Just as the siblings were deep in conversation, familiar footsteps echoed from the hallway outside the door.
Yang Haoran’s pupils constricted abruptly. Flustered, he whispered into Yaoyao’s ear, “Yaoyao, quick, sit at the desk and take out a book to pretend you’re studying.”
With that, he rushed to the door in a few swift steps, unlocked it, and then pushed it open, feigning composure as he stepped out.
Behind him, Yang Mengyao quickly caught on. Flustered, she sat at the desk, pulled out a book, and pretended to read, her heart pounding wildly.
Fortunately, her clothes were already neatly arranged. With a slight adjustment of her hem, nothing seemed amiss.
Meanwhile, Yang Haoran, upon stepping out, saw his mother just about to knock on his room door. He spoke first: “Mom, I knew it was you. I was in Yaoyao’s room.”
Yang Haoran knew he couldn’t afford to show even a hint of panic. In fact, his mother was bound to see him coming out of Yaoyao’s room, so it was better to address it outright.
Although it was possible his mother had come looking for Yaoyao, she was usually there for him. If she knocked on his room and got no response, she would undoubtedly come to ask Yaoyao. If Yaoyao’s room was locked with both siblings inside, his mother would immediately grasp the situation, and everything would blow up.
For now, he could only hope she hadn’t heard the sound of the lock turning.
“What were you doing in Yaoyao’s room?”
Liu Ruoxi eyed her son suspiciously, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart. Her beautiful eyes fixed intently on him.
It wasn’t that she was overthinking things. There was nothing inherently wrong with the siblings being alone in a room together, but the closed door, combined with her understanding of her son, made the situation seem highly unusual to her. She couldn’t help but suspect something.
“I borrowed Yaoyao’s notes earlier and was returning them to her.”
Yang Haoran’s mind raced as he formulated a response, his heart pounding in his throat. Outwardly, he grinned at his mother and said, “Mom, see… the moment I heard your footsteps, I knew it was you coming to find me. Don’t we share a special connection, mother and son?”
Her son’s cheeky teasing made Liu Ruoxi glance past him into the room, where she saw Yaoyao sitting at the desk. Her suspicions momentarily eased, but knowing her son’s nature, she pressed further: “Then why did you have the door closed?”