The next day, as his father, mother, and sister left for work and class one after another, Yang Haoran, left alone at home, found himself with nothing to do.
With time on his hands, and after experiencing his mother’s handjob and his sister’s blowjob, the once-thrilling “study materials” that used to excite him so much now felt utterly bland.
After all, videos were just videos—how could they compare to the刺激 of real-life experiences, especially when it came to incest? Although things hadn’t yet reached that point, his heart already harbored觊觎之心.
Eager to continue receiving favors from his mother, Yang Haoran, unusually, spent time studying on his own in his room.
His sister was a top student in her class, ranking among the best even at the school level, and she also served as the academic monitor. Her teaching skills were naturally excellent. Thanks to her tutoring the previous night, he had managed to grasp quite a few key points.
Various professional terms that had once seemed obscure and difficult to understand now felt somewhat comprehensible to him. From morning until noon, he busied himself reviewing the notes and knowledge in his notebook.
Anyone who knew him would have been astonished at the sight: Could it be that even a slacker like him had turned over a new leaf?
In Yang Haoran’s view, whether he turned over a new leaf or not depended entirely on how big the temptation was. The temptation his mother offered was, in his opinion, absolutely worth it—studying paled in comparison.
Amid his busy self-study session, a phone call interrupted him.
Yang Haoran picked up his phone and saw that it was from his mother. He answered the call, and her familiar voice reached his ears—cool and composed, yet carrying a hint of fatigue.
“Haoran, your Auntie Shen is back from her business trip. She’s coming to see you this afternoon,” she said. “Keep an eye out for her arrival and open the door for her when she gets here. I’m on my way back now.”
Auntie Shen—his mother’s best friend, and Shiwen’s mother.
Auntie Shen was from a divorced family, raising her child alone after the separation. She was a bewitching and alluringly beautiful mature woman who had always loved teasing him since he was a child. She also had a particular fondness for cheongsams. The way those dresses accentuated her curvaceous figure left a deep impression on him.
Hearing that Auntie Shen was coming, Yang Haoran shuddered, involuntarily recalling the fear of being teased and tormented by her since childhood.
He admitted that Auntie Shen was incredibly sexy—with a pretty face, a tall and slender figure, and an enchanting physique. Wearing a cheongsam made her even more captivating, a true embodiment of seduction. But for someone who had often been teased and made fun of as a child, she was nothing short of a devil.
Thanks to this, under Auntie Shen’s “guidance,” he had developed a thick skin from a young age.
As memories drifted like smoke, Yang Haoran, after hanging up the phone, seemed somewhat distracted.
He glanced out the window from time to time, praying inwardly that the devilish Shen wouldn’t show up. But as luck would have it, bad news always seemed to come true. Before long, a familiar car came into view.
“What an unlucky day,” he muttered under his breath, reluctantly leaving his room and heading downstairs.
Yang Haoran opened the gate to the yard, where a fiery red, streamlined Ferrari was parked outside. But compared to the Ferrari, what drew more attention was an utterly stunning beauty beside it—so captivating that even the eye-catching red Ferrari paled in comparison.
A classical beauty with a face as serene as the autumn moon and cascading black hair leaned against the car door. Her amber, alluring eyes were full of charm, her delicate and pretty nose exuded elegance, and her cherry lips were full and rosy, glistening softly under the light, irresistibly tempting.
Her voluptuous and fiery figure starkly contrasted with her classical beauty.
The form-fitting blue cheongsam was stretched nearly to its limits by her full, abundant breasts, almost unable to close properly. Below her slender, delicate waist, her round and ample buttocks lifted the cheongsam into a breathtaking curve. The dress was slit at the thighs, revealing most of her plump, fair, and tender legs. Her skin, flawless like refined jade, appeared even softer and smoother under the clear daylight.
Beside her stood a young man with regular features, dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and black loose-fitting pants. The young man looked sullen, seemingly displeased with the woman’s attire.
“Mom, can’t you tone it down a bit? Haoran is right here,” the young man said, unable to hold back any longer as he watched Yang Haoran approach.
His mother was still exposing her thighs, almost as if she were intentionally trying to seduce someone. Although he had long grown accustomed to such scenes over the years, he couldn’t help but complain each time. If she weren’t his mother, he would have bluntly said she dressed like a slut.
In truth, while his mother’s cheongsams filled several closets at home, most of them were tastefully tailored, elegant yet不失女性优雅妩媚的风格, with only the calves exposed at most.
But there were a few exceptions—cheongsams with slits reaching daringly high up the thighs. And every time she visited Auntie Liu’s house, she made a point of wearing one of those.
Sometimes, he genuinely wondered if his mother had taken a liking to Haoran and was trying to make him her new little daddy.
Facing her son’s complaints, Shen Qing paid no attention. Instead, she gazed at the approaching Yang Haoran. This elegant yet seductive mature woman raised her fair, tender arm, as delicate as a baby’s, and beckoned him with a finger. Her voice was soft and charming as she said, “Little Ranran, have you missed your big sister?”
“I heard you got injured. Hehe… It really breaks my heart,” she said, though her face showed a pleased smile rather than any genuine concern, making it both amusing and frustrating.
“Auntie Shen, you’re joking,” Yang Haoran replied as he approached her, keeping his eyes fixed on her classically charming face, not daring to let his gaze wander even slightly downward.
He knew Auntie Shen was intentionally exposing her thighs, waiting for him to take the bait. If he so much as glanced, whether sneakily or discreetly, he would undoubtedly fall into her trap. She would then use it as an excuse to tease him mercilessly. Having been victimized multiple times, he had now mastered the art of keeping his eyes and heart in check.
At this moment, he acted like a righteous gentleman who saw beauty as mere bones—composed and unperturbed. Of course, had it been anyone other than the devilish Shen, he would have already feasted his eyes without hesitation.
However, the devilish Shen had no intention of letting him off so easily. With a sorrowful expression, she sighed dramatically and said, “It’s only been a month, and you’re calling me ‘auntie’ again. Ah… since ancient times, men have always been heartless.”
She wore a perfectly crafted look of resentment, like a neglected woman longing for affection, and stared intently at Yang Haoran.
I’m not your husband!, Yang Haoran cursed inwardly. He was long accustomed to Auntie Shen’s dramatic performances and responded with a feigned smile, “Sister.”
Surrendering to circumstances—a phrase rich in worldly wisdom.
If you can’t beat them, join them. This was a lesson he had learned through blood and tears. Never be fooled by Shen’s flirtatious and wanton appearance into thinking she was truly a loose woman. If you ever believed that and tried to take advantage of the situation, she would teach you just how quickly a woman could turn on you.
Back in the day, that seductive sorceress had taken advantage of his youthful ignorance, luring him step by step. He, driven by youthful impulsiveness, had been unable to resist the temptation. But just as he was about to act, she suddenly shouted, “Ruoxi, your son is trying to assault me!”—scaring him so badly his face turned green on the spot.
“Hehe… Little Ran, you’re still the thoughtful and sensible one. No wonder your big sister dotes on you so much. Not like Wenwen here—so rigid and boring. Shiwen, you should learn more from Haoran, you know?”
“Yes!” Zhou Shiwen replied with a look of utter despair, numbingly complying. He was truly exasperated by his mother.
She had absolutely no sense of behaving like an elder should!