Given Stepmom’s personality, if she were to report this person, it might be a case of insufficient evidence, but it would at least serve as a warning to him, making him think twice about doing it again. Perhaps Stepmom was operating on the principle of avoiding trouble rather than inviting it.
Zhao Ran’s mind wandered as she worked on her problems. Just then, Zhou Yun’s voice broke the silence.
“You made a mistake here,” Zhou Yun said softly, pointing out the error as she leaned in closer to Zhao Ran, their arms already touching.
Zhao Ran looked at where her finger indicated—a wrongly written number—and quickly erased it to make the correction. But as she did, her left hand inadvertently brushed against Stepmom’s breast, and an extraordinary softness instantly transmitted through Zhao Ran’s elbow.
Stepmom shifted backward slightly, and the sensation vanished almost as soon as it had appeared, leaving Zhao Ran with a faint sense of disappointment.
After finishing the test papers sent by Wu Dan, Stepmom pointed out a few problems that had left a strong impression on her—ones she considered particularly challenging—and then announced that tonight’s tutoring session was over. She mentioned she was feeling a bit tired and was going to take a bath. Zhao Ran couldn’t help but feel a stir of anticipation.
Zhao Ran said she would play on her phone for a while before going to sleep. Stepmom nodded and left the room.
A short while later, Zhao Ran heard Stepmom walk from her room to the bathroom. The bathroom door closed, followed by the sound of shower water streaming from the faucet.
Zhao Ran tiptoed to the bathroom door, confirming Stepmom was inside showering, then quietly made her way to the kitchen like a thief—or rather, not just like one. In earlier times, this kind of behavior would have labeled her a peeping tom.
Zhao Ran grabbed a small stool, stood on it, and bent over before slowly straightening up. Her movements were deliberate and cautious. Even though she knew it was unlikely Stepmom would be looking toward the small window, Zhao Ran still proceeded with extreme care. Finally reaching the height of the narrow gap, she closed one eye and peered through the slender crack with her right.
Stepmom had her back to the small window and was currently washing her hair. What Zhao Ran saw was Stepmom’s flawlessly smooth, jade-like back and a pair of firm, slender, snow-white thighs. Although she had seen Stepmom’s thighs more than once before, she had never caught a glimpse of what, in her eyes, was a work of art—Stepmom’s buttocks.
Stepmom’s buttocks were full and ample, yet her legs were not thick. Her waist showed not an ounce of excess fat, but her hips were exceptionally curvaceous. The two rounded cheeks resembled ripe peaches, boasting utterly perfect curves. Her legs were firm and long. Though the view wasn’t perfectly clear, it was enough to make Zhao Ran—an unqualified peeping tom—hard all over.
Stepmom slowly massaged her scalp, her full buttocks trembling gently with the motion of her body. Zhao Ran couldn’t resist stroking her own hardness through her pants.
Stepmom didn’t turn around for a long while. It was only after she had rinsed the shampoo from her hair that her dark, beautiful locks clung to her jade-like back under the stream of water, the contrast of black against white creating a striking visual impact.
What Zhao Ran found most tantalizing were those buttocks. She fantasized about her own hardness thrusting between those rounded cheeks, creating wave after wave of sensual motion. She imagined Stepmom yielding like a mare, allowing her to ride freely.
After what felt like an eternity, Stepmom finally finished rinsing the foam from her hair. She swept her dark, beautiful tresses back with her hand, letting them cascade down her back, and then—at last—she turned around.
So big.
Although Zhao Ran had touched Stepmom’s breasts before and had seen her in a swimsuit, she had never had a proper look at the overwhelming swell of her chest. Today felt like opening a door to a whole new world.