“Mmm… be gentle…”
Inside the bedroom, a woman’s seductive moan filled the air, stirring one’s deepest desires.
“Xiao Ran is still sleeping next door…”
“Don’t worry, he just got back from school today and must be exhausted from the journey. There’s no way he’ll wake up.”
The woman was concerned about disturbing Xiao Ran, unaware that the very person she mentioned was standing right outside the door at that moment.
Zhao Ran was a light sleeper, and once he woke up in the middle of the night, it was difficult for him to fall back asleep. Whether the couple was too impatient or simply careless, they had left the door slightly ajar before tumbling into bed together—a fortunate oversight for Zhao Ran.
Peering through the crack in the door, he saw his stepmother, eyes tightly shut in ecstasy, her full, voluptuous chest facing his direction. Two rosy, taut peaks trembled and bounced with every movement she made. Meanwhile, his biological father, Zhao Ping, was positioned behind her, thrusting vigorously with relentless intensity.
Zhao Ran took a deep breath, feeling his own arousal strain insistently against the fabric of his pants.
The woman on the bed was Zhou Yun, his stepmother. Zhao Ran still remembered the first time he saw her—he was only about ten years old, and she was just in her early twenties: young, beautiful, gentle, and incredibly warm. The moment they met, she pulled him into a tight embrace, her ample bosom pressing against him so firmly he could barely breathe.
Even now, Zhao Ran could recall the sensation of that softness. His eyes remained fixed on Zhou Yun on the bed. Over the years, her beauty hadn’t faded in the slightest—if anything, her body had grown even more alluring.
As her snow-white breasts swayed rhythmically, Zhao Ran felt himself growing harder and more swollen beneath his waist.
Just then, the woman let out another sudden cry of pleasure.
Behind her, Zhao Ping shuddered and collapsed slowly onto her body.
After a moment, Zhao Ping withdrew his now-softened member, and a trickle of milky-white fluid seeped out afterward.
The saying that women hit their prime at thirty— fierce and insatiable—was not without merit.
Feeling the man pull away, Zhou Yun gazed at him with sultry, pleading eyes. “Husband~ I still want more~ You’re about to leave again soon, and I’ll be left alone in an empty bed.”
But in response, Zhao Ping merely gave her full, round backside a firm squeeze. “Wait until I get back—then I’ll really give it to you!”
With that, the man turned over and almost immediately fell asleep.
Zhao Ran scoffed inwardly. Was the old man incapable? How could he ignore such a tempting body right in front of him? Couldn’t he see the unsatisfied desire written all over her face?
Soon, the sound of the man’s snoring filled the room. Zhou Yun sighed softly in disappointment, then switched off the bedside lamp and settled back under the covers.
Darkness enveloped both the inside and outside of the room. Zhao Ran returned to his own bedroom and lay down on his bed, his mind flooded with images of the woman’s tempting expressions and curvaceous body. He never imagined that his stepmother, who always presented herself as gentle and kind, had such a wild and uninhibited side in private. A restless, wicked heat churned uncontrollably within him.
…
The next morning at nine o’clock, when Zhao Ran came downstairs, he saw the two of them already seated at the dining table.
Zhou Yun was wearing a solid-colored casual dress that should have been loose but clung tightly to her figure—especially around her chest, where the fabric stretched taut over her ample breasts.
Zhao Ran’s mouth went dry, and heat surged through him once again.