While Stepmom was making dinner in the kitchen, Zhao Ran finally gave in to his inner demon. He tiptoed into her bedroom, searching for the freshly worn pantyhose she had just taken off.
Her changed suit skirt was neatly hung up, but there was no sign of the pantyhose. Where could they be hidden?
The pantyhose weren’t in the laundry basket, and there was no way Stepmom could have washed them in such a short time. The only possibility was that she had hidden them somewhere.
Zhao Ran carefully rummaged through her things, inwardly complaining about Stepmom. Why did she have to guard against him as if he were a thief? Was he really so untrustworthy?
After searching high and low, he finally found the black pantyhose tucked deep under the mattress. She had hidden them well.
Zhao Ran brought them to his nose and took a deep breath. They were filled with the distinct scent of a mature woman. The intense, pungent sensation shot straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his entire body tremble with pleasure.
He knew he was becoming more and more perverted, but after a final internal struggle, he stuffed Stepmom’s pantyhose into his pocket and quietly left the room.
Zhao Ran was certain Stepmom would find out, but right now, he was too consumed by lust to care about anything else.
Back in his bedroom, Zhao Ran didn’t rush to masturbate. Dinner was about to be served, and there wasn’t much time left. He didn’t want to hastily relieve himself—even jerking off required a sense of ritual and satisfaction.
Zhao Ping claimed he had something to do and wouldn’t be coming home.
During dinner, Zhao Ran seemed distracted, his mind entirely occupied with the thought of going back to his room to masturbate. His whole body felt restless and itchy, and the overwhelming anticipation was like a long-awaited vacation finally approaching.
Stepmom occasionally glanced at him surreptitiously. After all, Zhao Ran’s behavior today had been rather peculiar, so it was only natural for her to be concerned.
After finishing the meal, Zhao Ran returned to his room and sat at his desk, pretending to study. He needed to endure a little longer—until Stepmom went to sleep and no one would disturb him. Only then could he comfortably slip the worn pantyhose over his cock and release his pent-up desires to his heart’s content.
Just as Zhao Ran was struggling to suppress the burning lust inside him, Stepmom entered his room, bringing with her the rich aroma of chicken soup. Zhao Ran frowned, feeling utterly miserable, and said, “Do I really have to drink more?”
Stepmom placed the bowl in front of him and coaxed, “Of course you do. It’s good for your health. Besides, you need to keep your mind sharp for school. Drink more to nourish yourself.”
Zhao Ran shook his head. “No, thanks. This stuff is too heating.”
“If it’s too heating, just drink more water. Problem solved.”
Zhao Ran replied, half-amused and half-exasperated, “You’re… you’re just being unreasonable.”
Right now, he was already burning with desire, like a powder keg ready to explode. If he drank this soup, he felt he might literally combust on the spot.
Perhaps thinking of someone who hadn’t come home, Stepmom said with displeasure, “I’m being unreasonable? I’ve been busy all day, came home to cook for you, and even went through the trouble of making soup. And now I’m being unreasonable?”
“I was just saying it casually. Why are you getting so worked up? Stepmom, of course you’re the most reasonable. I’ll drink it, alright? I’ll drink it.” He took the bowl of chicken soup, pinched his nose, and downed it in one go. Before long, he felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading throughout his body.
Stepmom wasn’t just nourishing his brain—she was practically fueling his lust and strengthening his kidneys.