Yang Mengyao was somewhat flustered by her brother’s sudden apology, staring blankly at the face before her that seemed both familiar and strange.
She had imagined this scene countless times as a child, fantasizing that if her brother ever apologized to her, she would pridefully and fiercely retort, “Who wants your apology? Do you think I care?”
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But reality often contradicts imagination. Years of pent-up grievances surged into her heart in an instant, erupting like a mountain flood. Her pure, beautiful face flushed, her eyes reddening and welling with tears. Unable to restrain herself, she threw herself violently into her brother’s embrace, pounding his chest as sobs escaped her: “Why are you only apologizing now? ~~ Do you know how much I suffered as a child? ~~ I liked you so much ~~ yet you bullied me along with others ~~ I hate you ~~ I hate you ~~ I hate you~ wuu ~~”
Her soft, delicate body pressed against him, the faint, fragrant scent of a young woman filling his nostrils, her soft, remarkably large breasts rubbing against his chestโYang Haoran felt a surge of heatๅบๆฟ below, his lower body swelling and enlarging somewhat.
Beast, he cursed himself silently, his heart filled with guilt and shame. How could he have such a reaction to his own biological sister?
This was different from with Mom. Mom had been the initiator, plus there was the stimulation of the porn playing at the time.
Though Yang Haoran cursed himself internally, evil thoughts still arose involuntarily in his mind. Especially seeing his sister’s pure, beautiful face in his arms, weeping with pearly tears, looking pitiful and evoking a desire to cherish her, wicked thoughts surged forth. A cruel desire to violate and ravage the young girl in his arms welled up.
The beautiful and pure aspects of the world, precisely because they are too perfect and innocent,ๆดๅฎนๆๅพ่ตท the deep-seated malice within people, a craving to trample and destroy them. This is the evil of human nature, the inherent flaw of mankind.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran hadn’t completely lost his rationality. He endured and suppressed his evil thoughts and impulses until the sobs of the girl in his arms gradually subsided.
“Alright, alright, little Yaoyao, stop crying.”
Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, raising his hand to stroke his sister’s soft, smooth hair, pretending to scare her: “If you keep crying, you’ll turn into a little calico cat. Remember that calico cat? The one that looked like an ugly monster!”
“Hmph!” Yang Mengyao laughed through her tears, sniffing slightly, “You’re the ugly monster. Brother is as่ฎจๅ as an ugly monster.”
As she spoke, the young girl raised her pink fist petulantly, intending to punch her brother again, but paused for a second before slowly lowering it.
“Mhmm, brother is an ugly monster!”
Yang Haoran quickly nodded.ๅฅฝไธๅฎนๆ she had stopped crying; he didn’t want to make her angry again.
“Brother, does it hurt?”
Yang Mengyao’s slender, jade-like hand gently caressed her brother’s chest, a flash of self-reproach and heartache in her eyes.
In her emotional outburst earlier, she had genuinely punched him several times with real force.
“Hehe… It doesn’t hurt, but brother’s heart aches a little. Yaoyao, rub brother’s heart again.”
“Hmph, I think Mom was right. Brother, you’re just itching for aๆ่ฎญ.”
“Where…” a voice attempting to่พฉ่งฃ sounded.
The siblings bantered back and forth for a while, reconciled. Yang Mengyao forced her brother to swear never to bully her again, to never make her cry, and even pridefully declared that if he didn’t agree, she wouldn’t tutor him anymore.
Yang Haoran had no choice but to agree,ๅญ็ฌไธๅพ.
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After tidying up, the two went together to Yang Haoran’s room.
Yang Haoran sat in the computer chair flipping through his notebook, while his sister, like a little proctor, circled around him, supervising and occasionally answering his various questions.
From time to time, the silvery bell-like laughter of the young girl could be heard.
“Brother, you’re so silly. The teacher has gone over this several times.”
“This is simple…”
“I can’t always be the one explaining. Brother, you need to use your brain too.”
“You say you get it? Hmph, I don’t believe you.”
“I’m going to test you with a few problems.”
Then came the rustling sound of writing on paper. Ten minutes later, a very confident someone handed the paper to the young girl.
“The first problem is wrong. It should be like this…” the girl’s voice sounded somewhat amused.
“The second problem is wrong too.”
“Your approach to this problem is correct, but you calculated wrong.”
“This one is right.”
“Wrong again.”
“This one is wrong too.”
“Not bad overall. Only seven out of ten are wrong.”
As soon as the words fell, seeing her brother’s utterly defeated and dejected appearance, Yang Mengyao hurriedly encouraged him: “Brother, for math, first learn the formulas. Once you’ve memorized them, you can just solve these problems by applying the formulas.”
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Under his sister’s earnest teaching, Yang Haoran learned quite a few key points. But as time passed, his lower body began to feel inexplicably hot and swollen. He could swear he was truly immersed in the ocean of knowledge, absorbing it like a sponge, without a single improper thought, yet his lower body continued to swell section by section.
Now it stood erect like a pillar, tenting his pants. At first, he couldๆฉ้ฅฐ by clamping his legs together, but as time went on, he became more and more uncomfortable.
The penis in his lower half stirred restlessly like a volcano about to erupt, burning and unbearably hot. His body temperature rose, his cheeks gradually flushed, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Soon after, Yang Mengyao noticed her brother’s strange condition. Seeing his face flushed red and covered in sweat, she was startled and cried out anxiously, “Brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Yang Haoran was now burning with desire. Looking at his sister’s pure, beautiful face before him, his lust surged wildly, wicked thoughts sprouting. A seductive, demonic voice seemed to echo in his mind.
“Pounce on her.”
“Pounce on her.”
“Pounce on her.”
With each cry, Yang Haoran felt his head splitting with pain. In agony, he rolled off the computer chair onto the floor, his pants tenting into a high peak.
“Brother, wait, I’ll go get Mom.”
His sister’s anxious voice reached his ears, jolting him awake.
“Don’t… little Yaoyao.”
He grabbed his sister, who was about to turn away, forcing himself to rally his spirits. But the penis below felt as if it had been sprinkled with itching powder, unbearably itchy.
Looking at his sister’s pure, beautiful face, combined with the intolerable itch in his lower body, Yang Haoran strained to hold onto his last shred of rationality, preventing himself from turning into a beast of desire.
But the itching was unbearable. Panting heavily, he่ฐ้พ said, “Yaoyao, quickly, take my pants off.”
Only then did Yang Mengyao notice the large tent in her brother’s pants. Hearing his words, she panicked, thinking something had bitten him down there, and hurriedly went to remove his trousers.
As she pulled down his pants and underwear, a burning, crimson, thick penis sprang out, nearly slapping against her cheek.
It was long and thick, a full sixteen or seventeen centimetersโa size far exceeding its usual state. The thick shaft was like a baby’s arm, bulging veins resembling crawling snakes covering its entire length. The glans, the size of an egg, was rough and fierce-looking.
“Bro… brother.”
Yang Mengyao’s voice trembled. Looking at the swollen, thick meat rod, her face showed some fear. She had taken biology class and naturally knew this was a male penis, but she never expected her brother’s to be so large and frightening to look at.
Yang Haoran,้กพไธไธ his sister’s presence, instinctively grabbed his junior brother with his right hand and began stroking it.
Yang Mengyao stared blankly at this scene. Was her brother masturbating in front of her?
But this thought quickly vanished. Her brother’s abnormality seemed to be caused by his penis. He had been injured down there beforeโcould this be a sequela?
Yang Haoran’s qilin arm stroked his penis, but his body temperature was now very high, even his hands were warm. For the volcano-like็ฝ็ญ็่ๆฃ, it only provided slight relief from the itch; the temperature remained high.
“Little Yaoyao, help your brother.”
Helpless, Yang Haoran could only turn to his sister for help.
He had just reconciled with his sister. Although his body was overrun with desire, he genuinely did not want toไบตๆธ her. Otherwise, earlier, when he was burning with lust, he would have already pounced on her. He wouldn’t have held back until now, letting the desire spread like wildfire, becoming unbearable.
Yang Mengyao, seeing her brother’s pained expression, felt her own heart ache as if gripped tightly. Her face panicked, she said, “Brother, what should I do?”
“Hold it, learn from what brother did just now, stroke it up and down, quickly…”
Yang Haoran gasped for breath. At this moment, he was like someone who had taken Viagra but couldn’t find release, extremely้พๅ.