“Wenqian, how about I use my finger to take your anal virginity?” Yang Haoran asked, his face beaming with an innocent, boyish smile that made him seem harmless.
Tang Wenqian’s face paled. The boy before her seemed like a demon in her eyes. She bit her lip, remained silent, and shook her head.
“Little Ran Ran… stop teasing her. You wouldn’t dare.” At that moment, Shen Qing, who had been lying limp, seemed to recover. Her lazy, seductive voice reached both of their ears.
Yang Haoran pulled out his index finger, licked the wet moisture from it, and smacked his lips. Truth be told, there was no particular taste, yet he felt a hint of sweetness in his heart.
Called out by Auntie Shen, Yang Haoran put on a troubled smile. “Auntie Shen, I was just playing around.”
“Am I not enough for you to play with?” Shen Qing said with a coquettishεζͺ (chΔnguΓ i – playful reproach) tone, like a young girl.
That utterly charming and alluring demeanor made Yang Haoran’s heart itch with desire. Compared to Tang Wenqian, Auntie Shen was far more enticing.
No matter how many times he fucked her, Auntie Shen could always stir his lust, like a walking aphrodisiac, making it impossible to resist.
Tang Wenqian listened to their conversation. Even though Yang Haoran had just said it was a joke, Sister Shen’s words felt like salvation to her. She glanced at Sister Shen with gratitude.
Shen Qing signaled with her eyes for her to stay quiet. She could tell the girl wasn’t mentally prepared yet. After hearing Tang Wenqian’s story about her and her boyfriend, she felt pity for the child. Helping her out, buying her more timeβyet in the end, she was also one of the villains in this situation. Shen Qing sighed inwardly.
“Little Ran Ran, come here. Auntie wants to tell you something.” Shen Qing lazily beckoned to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran looked puzzled but leaned in close. Auntie Shen gestured for him to put his ear to her mouth. When he did, he could clearly feel the warm heat of her breath against his ear, like a spring breeze brushing against his skin, causing a tingling sensation.
“About Wenqian… could you let her go? Auntie has changed her mind.”
Auntie Shen’s voice was as fine as a mosquito’s hum, but at such close distance, Yang Haoran could hear her clearly.
He fell silent for a moment, glanced up at Tang Wenqian, and pondered how to respond. Letting go of a great beauty like Tang Wenqian was something he inherently couldn’t bear to do, but Auntie Shen’s words carried significant weight in his heart.
Yang Haoran leaned close to Auntie Shen’s ear and asked, “But her family owes so much debt. Even if I let her go, won’t her situation outside still be the same?”
Shen Qing pressed close to his ear. The two of them were like lovers in the throes of passion, whispering intimately as if no one else was around. “Auntie will help her repay it.”
Yang Haoran looked at Auntie Shen in surprise. Was her compassion overflowing now?
“The other girls are one thingβthey brought it upon themselves with those online loans. Auntie isn’t that overflowing with compassion.” Shen Qing added, as if understanding what Little Ran Ran was thinking.
Yang Haoran struggled internally. After a long while, he sighed and nodded, agreeing to Auntie Shen’s request.
He wasn’t a good person. What he cared about was the auntie who watched him grow up, not Tang Wenqian, nor some so-called pity.
The joy of physical pleasure was a supreme earthly delight, but emotional bonds were even stronger.
Their whispers were soft, and the other girls nearby couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Seeing Little Ran Ran agree, a charming smile spread across Shen Qing’s face. She proactively got up on all fours, presenting her plump, round peach-like buttocks to him. Her snow-white buttocks were full and ample. She swayed her hips slightly, as if to please the boy behind her, or perhaps as compensation for his concession.
Shen Qing swayed her large buttocks, like a bitch wagging her tail to beg for her master’s favor. Her seductive, magnetic voice rang out:
“Master… please enjoy your slave’s asshole.”
The other girls, witnessing Sister Shen’s lewd display, blushed deeply. Although they often had toys inserted into their own chrysanthemums for decoration, their mindset then was always one of playful games, especially since there were no men involved. But now, Sister Shen was actively asking the boy to fuck her assholeβhow utterly wanton.
Yang Haoran’s face instantly flushed red with excitement. The meat worm between his legs, stimulated, writhed, swelled, and expanded like a waking dragon, standing tall and erect.
Auntie Shen’s tender anal opening was like a flower bud waiting to bloom, small and tightly closed. The anal folds clustered around the pink anal opening like petals surrounding a flower’s bud.
Yang Haoran held his large cock, itsη°η (zhΔngnΓng – fierce/menacing) glans pressing against the pink anal opening. He used the fluid overflowing from his slit to lubricate the entrance to Auntie Shen’s rear blossom evenly.
From the previous fucking, his large meat worm still glistened with the wet sheen of lewd fluids. It was slippery enough.
Shen Qing held her plump buttocks high in the air. Feeling Little Ran Ran’s cock pressed against her anal opening, her delicate body tensed slightly; she was somewhat nervous. This was her first time with her asshole. To prepare for Little Ran Ran’s enjoyment today, she had used toys to give herself an enema and clean herself out in the morning.
But faced with the moment, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. She adjusted her breathing, hypnotizing herself to relax. Being too tight wasn’t suitable for a man’s cock to enter.
Feeling it was about right, Yang Haoran held onto the sides of Auntie Shen’s plump buttocks for leverage, thrust his hips forward, and drove straight in. The large, red, menacing glans of his cock beneath his hips looked terrifyingly huge compared to the tender anal opening, seeming utterly impossible to insert.
With the thrust of his hips, the menacing glans was driven into the pink anal opening surrounded by folds. The massive, egg-sized glans charged forward recklessly, seemingly brutal as it forced its way into the small anal passage.
The pink anal folds were stretched outward, expanding as if a path was being forcibly opened, squeezed andθ ε¨ (rΓΊdΓ²ng – wriggling/squirming) to make way.
Yang Haoran showed not the slightest trace of tenderness. He thrust his hips again for leverage, his upper body bending slightly forward to stabilize his center of gravity, his pelvis driving forward.
The menacing glans proceeded with irresistible force. The initial momentum hadn’t faded before a new force emerged. Finally, under the intense pressure, the pink anal folds were brutally torn open, squeezed to the sides, as the egg-sized glans thrust directly into the breached small anal hole.
“Ah~!”
Shen Qing felt as if her asshole was being torn apart. She let out a sharp cry of pain. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Her gorgeous face turned deathly pale. Beads of sweat sprouted on her forehead like bamboo shoots breaking through the earth after a spring rain.
The bunny girl and maid nearby hurriedly supported Shen Qing’s swaying, delicate body. Tang Wenqian pulled out a tissue to wipe the cold sweat from Sister Shen’s forehead. She watched as Sister Shen’s brows knitted tightly together, her features slightly contorted, her full, red lips clenched tightly, and her trembling body glistening with fragrant sweat.