“The real Jinbao was actually a little brocade carp I kept when I was a childโฆ”
Yang Haoran heard Auntie Shen’s voice beside his ear. She was telling him about her past. He slowed his pace, walking and listening silently.
Auntie Shen was born into a military family. Her elders were all highly distinguished figures during that special era; her own father was even a general.
According to her, her father was rather rigid and dull, strict with her upbringing since childhood, like a grumpy old man. Therefore, she had raised Shiwen with much more leniency, not wanting him to experience a childhood like hers. She never pried into Shiwen’s grades. Perhaps it was because of this relaxed environment, free from pressure, that Shiwen excelled in his studies through self-directed learning.
Her marriage was also arranged by her father. The match was the son of her father’s old comrade-in-arms. The two old men finalized her marriage; she had no right to choose.
Not long after marriage, she became pregnant with Shiwen. It was around this time she discovered her husband was homosexual. After he confessed under her pressing questions, she, while pregnant, came to G City. She had attended university in this major metropolis, and moreover, it was also her mother’s hometown.
So, Shiwen had never seen his father. In fact, the two of them only formally divorced a few months ago. She wanted freedom, and the other party also wanted the facade of marriage for his own freedomโmore importantly, to appease the two old men.
A few months ago, her so-called father-in-law passed away. Her husband contacted her to divorce, and they formally went through the procedures, ending this marriage that had existed in name only for over a decade.
After hearing this, Yang Haoran had a sudden realization. No wonder a man could bear to let go of a stunningly exquisite woman like Auntie Shenโhe was homosexual. Even Yang Haoran felt his worldview was somewhat shaken.
The two gradually arrived at a small lawn with a large tree. The spot looked somewhat familiar to Yang Haoran. Recalling carefully, it seemed to be the place where Auntie Shen had taken those erotic photos before.
He stopped walking, looking down at Auntie Shen, who was crouched at his feet, and said, “Auntie Shen, assume a proper bitch pose for me? Like you did when you took photos before.”
Shen Qing didn’t know what he wanted to play at, but she obeyed and did as instructed. She got on all fours, her plump buttocks raised and swaying slightly, her beautiful waist dipped low, her gorgeous, charming face tilted up to look at Yang Haoran. Her captivating, alluring eyes were full of seduction. “Master, I am your slutty bitch, Auntie Shen.”
Yang Haoran, his playfulness ignited, put on a cold face and said sternly, “You slutty bitch, you can’t even imitate a bitch properly. Your tongue, stick it outโฆ you know how to pant, rightโฆ pant like a dogโฆ yes.”
“Haโฆ Haโฆ Hahaโฆ”
Shen Qing stuck out her pink, delicate tongue, panting like a dog. Her enticing posture greatly aroused Yang Haoran’s desire. He continued to command, “Lift your front limbs, kneel on your back legs, curl your palms downward. Yes, just like that. Keep panting with your tongue out.”
“Haโฆ Hahaโฆ”
Shen Qing knelt on her back legs, raising her upper body. Her fair, slender arms bent and positioned in front of her chest, her delicate, pale hands curled downward. Her stunningly beautiful, enchanting face panted with her tongue out like a bitch. Her swan-like neck, fair and graceful, wore a black collar, with a dog leash extending to the hand of the young man before her.
This picture of a beautiful woman as a dog. Yang Haoran immediately pulled out his phone to record it. With a few clicks and flashes from the camera, this scene was forever captured in photographs.
The woman’s beauty, debasement, and humility were displayed to the fullest.
After taking the photos, Yang Haoran, in broad daylight, dropped his trousers and leaned back against the large tree, sitting comfortably. His large cock stood erect, towering from his crotch. He waved towards Auntie Shen, as if beckoning his own pet to come over. “Auntie Shen, come here and lick your master’s big cock.”
Shen Qing, like a true human-shaped female dog, crawled to his front. Her head moved closer to his crotch, her jet-black, satin-like hair cascading over her shoulders. Herๆงๆไธฐๆปก็ๆฑๅ (sexually appealing, full vermilion lips) engulfed the large meat rod pointing straight at her cheek.
Squelchโฆ Squelchโฆ
Her head bobbed up and down, her hair swaying. The sides of her cheeks bulged and then flattened as she performed deep-throat fellatio on little Haoran. Along with the lewd sucking sounds and the noise of mixed saliva, a wanton, decadent melody arose.
Yang Haoran’s brows relaxed, his face full of contentment as he enjoyed the service of Auntie Shen’s mouth. Gazing up at the azure sky, he suddenly spoke, “Auntie Shen, be my wife, okay?”
As these words left his mouth, Shen Qing’s delicate body trembled slightly, and she stopped. She released the wet, large meat rod from her mouth and looked at little Haoran, who was gazing at the sky. She stared at the young man’s handsome profile for a few seconds, a trace of tenderness appearing in her eyes. She said in a joking tone, “Oh? Didn’t you want your auntie to be your bitch? Changed your mind?”
Yang Haoran watched the clouds drifting leisurely in the sky, mirroring the peace and tranquility within his heart. He didn’t answer directly, instead continuing on his own, “You know what, Auntie Shen? I liked you since I was a child. I really, really liked you. I even hated you a little because of your repeated teasing and seduction. Hating youโฆ while still liking you! It’s a complicated feeling. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know if my liking is simply an obsession with your body, I don’t even really know what love is. But I just want, like at this moment, for you to stay by my side until my life’s journey is overโฆ until the curtain falls.”
Hisไฝๆฒ (low, deep) tone slowly narrated, “But I feel insecure. I’m just a young boy who, by chance, gained your favor. You are like a cloud in the skyโhere now, but you could drift far away at any moment. I cannot touch you, nor can I chase after you.”
Shen Qing looked at the boy she had watched grow up. The anxiety in his heart couldn’t even be soothed by keeping her on a leash like a dog. Her fair, jade-like hand reached up to stroke the boy’s hair. Her beautiful, enchanting face looked into the boy’s eyes as she said with a radiant smile, “Okay! Auntie will be your bitch wife then! Husband~”
Herๅจๅช (seductively charming) tone was like that of a lover in a passionate relationship coylyๆๅจ (acting cute/coquettish) with her boyfriend. That word, “husband,” was drawn out with a longๅฐพ้ณ (trailing tone), filled with heart-stirring allure.
Her heart, for the first time, leaned towards the boy. Not because of the bound Fallen Angel game, not because of a้ฟ่พ็ๅฐ่พ็ๅๆฌข (fondness an elder feels for a younger), not because of her masochistic tendencies seeking a master. She hadn’t misjudged the boy before her. That was all.
That word “husband” from Auntie Shen made Yang Haoran’s heart tremble. A strange feeling surged within him. Auntie Shen had called him Master, little Haoran,่็ท (master/lord), and even lewdly called him husband during sex, but none had ever brought the sense of peace this one did, like a gentle, warm breeze smoothing the ripples in his heart.
“Wife!” Yang Haoran’s face broke into a bright, brilliant smile, like a simple, honest young man, sunny and radiant, warming people’s hearts.
“Mmm, your servant is here. From now on, I’ll be your bitch wife.” Shen Qing smiled enchantingly. Then, she took two steps back and, under Yang Haoran’s surprised gaze, extended her pink tongue and began to lick the surface of his sneakers.
After walking some distance, the white sneaker tops were slightly dusty. Her soft, delicate tongue did notๅซๅผ (disdain) the dirt, licking the boy’s shoe surface. It seemed like a special ritual,ไปฟไฝๆฏไธๅบ็นๆฎไปชๅผ (as if it were a special ceremony),ไปฟไฝไปฃ่กจโๅคซๅฆปโๅๆน๏ผๅฆปๅญไปฅๅ็ๅฐไฝไปฅๅๅฏนไธๅคซๆชๆฅ็้กบไป (as if representing the future status of the “wife” and her submission to her husband in the future for both parties in the “couple”).