Usually around noon after classes had ended and lunch had been eaten, during this period in the dormitory, Yang Mengyao would contact her older brother to help unblock her milk ducts and express her milk, as her breasts were engorged.
In the girls’ dormitory, Xiao Shaowan was generally responsible for helping her close friend Yaoyao with the milk expression. Xiao Shaowan did not hold back; it was much like a farm owner milking a dairy cow on the farm. Regardless of whether Xiao Shaowan was willing or not, at least in front of their female master, Ji Youxi, she had to treat Yaoyao like a milk cow.
Last week, all the milk Yang Mengyao produced was poured out by Xiao Shaowan, as demanded by Yang Haoran. Even though Xiao Shaowan found it a great pityβbecause she noticed the scent was rich and creamy, fresh without any fishy smell, and perfect in color, aroma, and tasteβshe still had to discard it.
But this week, that was no longer necessary. Her dear friend Yaoyao was now tasked with producing two cups of milk daily: one for their female master, Ji Youxi, and one that Xiao Shaowan kept for herself.
Moreover, Yang Mengyaoβs enormous breasts had grown yet another cup size in the recent week, reaching a startling F-cup. The weight of them pressed down on her shoulders, and she often complained to Xiao Shaowan that they were too heavy and that she hardly felt like walking anymore.
Yet, Xiao Shaowan could do nothing about it. She knew their master intended for Yaoyao to serve as a milk cowβhow could her breasts not be large? Besides, after her friend Yaoyaoβs breasts grew even larger, Xiao Shaowan couldnβt keep her hands off them during each milk expression session. They were fragrant, soft, and still wonderfully elastic. Even as a girl herself, she felt that her dear friend Yaoyaoβs massive breasts were absolutely premium.
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After everyone left the school cafeteria, they walked together for a stretch before Yang Haoran and the others parted ways with the girls. After all, the boysβ and girlsβ dormitories were in different directions.
Wei Ming needed to return home. Aunt He had already prepared a meal and was waiting for him, though he had informed his mother at the last minute that he would be eating at school. Nevertheless, Wei Ming cherished the time he could spend with his mother, so he planned to return home for a nap at noon.
Thus, after parting with his girlfriend Ji Youxi and the others, Yang Haoran returned to the boysβ dormitory with Zhou Shiwen.
The school provided dormitories for day students to use for their noon rest, but Yang Haoran had rarely been back to the dormitory recently. After all, Wei Ming no longer stayed there either, and Yang Haoran wasnβt particularly close with the other boys in the dorm; they merely coexisted under the same roof.
Whenever circumstances allowed, Yang Haoran would go to Wei Mingβs home, where he could nap while holding Aunt He, or he would go to his girlfriend Ji Youxiβs house and sleep while embracing her mother, Hao Lei.
He even had the option of going to his homeroom teacher Gu Qingyingβs office to cuddle with her while napping, as there was a bed there too. However, napping during the noon break risked being seen by others, which could lead to unwanted rumors. Not wishing to subject Teacher Gu to scandalous gossip, Yang HaoranεΊζ¬δΈ avoided going there.
Homeroom teacher Gu Qingying had taken numerous provocative photos all around the campusβsome in the classroom, at student desks, in the corridors, in the restrooms, on the sports field, in the second-floor teachersβ cafeteria, in small groves, by the pond, and so on.
However, these were mostly taken at night or stealthily while avoiding people. For instance, that time in the second-floor teachersβ cafeteria, Gu Qingying had worn a loose trench coat with nothing underneath. Seated in a corner by the window, she waited until no one was paying attention before turning toward the window. To any onlooker, it would seem she was merely taking a selfie while enjoying the view, unaware that she had subtly parted her trench coat to expose her breasts and take a selfie right there in the public cafeteria.
In the background of the photo, other school teachers could be seen eating in the cafeteria.
These photos were all safely stored by Yang Haoran. They were part of the training tasks he had assigned to the teacher, along with some other activities that need not be elaborated upon.
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After returning to the dormitory, Yang Haoran exchanged nods and greetings with his dorm matesβa mere acquaintanceshipβbefore getting into bed, pulling the quilt over himself, and gradually drifting off to sleep.
He slept until a little past two oβclock, when he woke up, went to the next dorm to fetch Zhou Shiwen, and the two returned to the classroom for afternoon classes.
The afternoon lessons passed in the blink of an eye. After school ended, Yang Haoran saw Ji Youxi home but did not head back directly himself. Instead, he followed her to her house and shared an intimate moment with her mother, Hao Lei.
After their passionate encounter, Yang Haoran checked the time: it was almost 8 PM, and darkness had fallen outside.
Aunt Hao Lei suggested that Yang Haoran simply spend the night, but he had important matters to attend to and politely declined. After saying goodbye to his girlfriend Ji Youxi, he left the residential compound.
The city streets were brightly lit, with an endless stream of cars coming and going. The autumn breeze was gentle, carrying a slight chill.
“Sigh⦔
Watching the pedestrians and traffic, Yang Haoran wandered the streets alone for a long time before heaving a sigh.
He had originally planned to go take a look at the address where his mother was staying. Even if he could only catch a distant glimpse of her, he felt it would bring him a small measure of comfort. Yet now that the moment was upon him, he hesitated.
He knew his mother did not want to see him nowβshe didnβt even want any contact with him. But Yang Haoran had tried hard to suppress his longing for his mother. There came a moment when he could no longer restrain himself, and the thought of secretly seeing her just once emerged.
However, now, an unknown fear made him retreat, evolving into a complex state of mind.
He didnβt know how his mother would react if she saw him. Would she be furious? Or would she simply ignore him, treating him as a stranger?
Either possibility made Yang Haoran hesitate to move forward.
The October evening was slightly cool. Unconsciously, Yang Haoran found himself at the entrance of a small alley. It seemed somewhat deserted and dim, with only a single street lamp. This alley mouth marked the dividing line between the route home and the route to his motherβs place.
If he turned right, he would go home. If he turned left, he would head in the direction indicated by the tracker.
Suddenly, Yang Haoranβs phone screen lit up. It was a message from Aunt Shen. The moment he saw it, he felt as if a weight had been lifted, yet also a sense of joy, as if he had been eagerly awaiting a response.
“Little Ranran, Ruoxi has agreed to meet you once.”
The brief message made Yang Haoranβs heart surge with emotion, because it meant his mother had finally been persuaded by Aunt Shen. If his mother was willing to communicate, there was room for reconciliation.
Just as Yang Haoran was about to reply to Aunt Shenβs message, suddenly a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps erupted from the surrounding dim alleys, and he found himself surrounded.
Yang Haoran looked up. Nine individualsβtheir hair dyed in garish colors, dressed in mismatched, untidy clothesβmostly carried short clubs and had fierce expressions.
The leader was a man with a prominent scar across his face. The mark stretched across half his countenance, like a brand of his identity, adding to his intimidating presence.
His gaze was sharp, a cold smirk hanging on his lips. He held a watermelon knife and was step by step advancing toward Yang Haoran:
“Someone paid us to teach you a lesson. An arm and a leg doesnβt seem too much.”
“Brother Tiger, how about letting the guys have some fun with him first?”
“What about making him crawl between Brother Tigerβs legs?”
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Someone whistled, speaking with a mocking grin. The crowd egged them on. Clearly, they looked down on Yang Haoran, just a high school boy, and didnβt take him seriously at all.