“Aunt Shen, stop licking. It’s dirty.”
Yang Haoran snapped back to reality and quickly pulled his foot back to stop her.
Shen Qing gave him a helpless glance, frustrated that he didn’t understand her intentions. She explained, “Husband… Auntie is your bitch wife. It’s only right for me to lick your shoes clean. You should get used to it.”
She wanted to use her degrading behavior to soothe the boy’s inner anxiety.
“There’s no need… I…” Yang Haoran started to speak but then involuntarily trailed off. He had to admit that Aunt Shen’s debased act just now had indeed made him feel a bit more at ease. If Aunt Shen was willing to actively lick his shoes, would she still leave him?
“Alright then~ let’s try something else.”
Shen Qing lowered her head to his crotch, took his large cock into her mouth, and spoke in a muffled voice: “Husband… pee in my mouth. Let me drink your holy water.”
“Are you serious, Aunt Shen?”
Yang Haoran looked at the stunningly sexy Aunt Shen in such a lowly posture, his voice trembling slightly.
“Husband… I am your bitch wife. Drinking your urine is only natural. Since Iβve agreed to be your bitch wife, then being your piss pot, or even your human seat cushion, is all part of my duty. Itβs what I should do. Go ahead, my good husband~” Her seductive tone made these lewd and degrading words sound perfectly natural, yet they also carried a hint of doting affection, as if comforting a child.
Yang Haoran was deeply shaken by Aunt Shenβs debased posture. It seemed he was persuaded by her words, or perhaps he himself was perversely entertaining the thought. He felt a sudden urge to pee. After hesitating for a second, he released the floodgates.
Shen Qing felt the warm, pungent liquid filling her mouth. She moved her throat and began to swallow.
“Gulp… gulp…” The lewd swallowing sounds echoed. Yang Haoran stared wide-eyed at the scene, his breathing growing rapid. Aunt Shen was actually willing to drink his pee voluntarily. His sense of conquest had never been so intense; he could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.
As his bladder relaxed and the flow of urine weakened, Shen Qing wrapped her lips around his glans and sucked out the remaining urine from deep within his urethra, as if sipping on a beverage.
“Does it taste good, Aunt Shen?”
Yang Haoran couldnβt help but ask curiously. Seeing Aunt ShenβsιΆιexpression, he began to question his own understandingβcould urine actually taste good?
“Burp…” Shen Qing let out a soft belch, then released his large cock and answered his question: “Itβs a bit salty and a bit smelly… hmm…” She pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly flashed a charming, smiling expression. “Husbandβs urine is a reward for me. How could I ever find its smell offensive?” Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran was somewhat moved. He wasnβt a fool; he could tell Aunt Shen was saying this to comfort him and ease his psychological burden. His mood had never been so brightβwith a wife like this, what more could he ask for?
“Little Ranran, earlier you said you wanted to put a chastity lock on me. Did you manage to buy one?” Shen Qing, like a bewitching enchantress, suddenly switched to calling him “Little Ranran.” But Yang Haoran found it much more comfortable to hear. When Aunt Shen brought up the topic, he replied, “Aunt Shen, letβs not bother. Wearing a chastity lock would make your daily life inconvenient.”
“You didnβt buy one?” Shen Qing caught the key point.
Yang Haoran smiled awkwardly and nodded.
“Hmm… Iβll have a custom one made just for me, then. Husband, do you have any requests?” Shen Qing smiled gently and took the initiative to bring it up.
She wanted to give the boy in front of her a greater sense of security.
Seeing Aunt Shen actively asking to be put in a chastity lock, Yang Haoran felt a surge of warmth in his heart. His inner thoughts spilled out almost uncontrollably: “Aunt Shen, on the chastity belt, have two rubber dicks custom-made to the size of my cock. Also, each rubber dick should be engraved with my name. One will be inserted into your slutty pussy, and the other into your asshole. That way, itβll be like Iβm fucking both your ass and your pussy at the same time.”
As Yang Haoran spoke with excitement and enthusiasm, Shen Qing watched him with a smile playing on her lips, her amused gaze making him increasingly embarrassed.
“Noted. Any other requests?”
“No, thatβs all, Aunt Shen. That should be enough.”
“Let me add one more thing, then. Hmm~ how about adding a urethral tube?”
“A urethral tube?” Yang Haoran looked at Aunt Shen in confusion. “Donβt you like the idea? From then on, Iβll need your permission for everything, my master husband~” Shen Qing seemed completely unbothered by these details. Noticing Little Ranranβs confusion, she explained: “Itβs a tube inserted into my urethra. This kind of setup includes an internal urethral lock. Once the urethral lock is engaged, a urethral plug will pop out inside the tube to block it. At that point, even if I need to pee, Iβll have to ask for your permission.”
She didnβt mind this. Since Little Ranran didnβt fully trust her, she would willingly tie her own hands and feet and place herself under his control.
It was a distorted kind of love, yet it was filled with a rare, pure sincerity seldom found in the world.
Yang Haoranβs eyes lit up. Thinking it over carefully, wouldnβt this mean he had complete control over Aunt Shen?
Every word and action of hers would have to be reported to him. He could even abuse Aunt Shen if he wanted toβby engaging the urethral lock and enjoying the sight of her begging him while holding in her urine.
Shen Qing saw the sparkle in Little Ranranβs eyes and knew he was certainly thinking of ways to torment her. She wasnβt afraid; in fact, she felt somewhat eager for it.
“Then itβs settled, Aunt Shen.”
Yang Haoran smiled. “When the time comes for you to wear the chastity lock, Iβll be the one to put it on you. Even though I canβt insert the urethral tube myself, I will be the one to guide it into your urethra.”
“Oh, and when I put the chastity lock on you, let Shiwen record it with his phone.”
Yang Haoran grew more and more excited as he spoke. Just imagining the scene made him almost unable to control himself.
Shen Qing gave him a seductive glare, lowered her head, and said in a coquettish voice, “Yes, husband~” Even though she felt ashamed at the thought of her son witnessing such a scene, that sense of shame was like a devilβs whisper, stirring her excitement. It was as if she couldnβt wait for her son to see her debased and lewd side, to be shamefully watched by him.
After the humiliation she had suffered from the women earlier, it seemed she was gradually sinking into the thrill of being degraded. Even her son had become a tool toεΊζΏher sense of shame.
…As he led Aunt Shen back to the villa, the weather was beautiful, with a gentle breeze blowing. Even the chubby fish in the pond didnβt splash water at him.
Just as they approached the villa, a phone call shattered his peaceful mood.