Chapter 217: Aunt He, Stirred with Spring Desires

“Please enjoy your meal.”

The waitress placed two plates of steak before each of them in turn. Her gaze swept past Ji Youxi’s face, and a sense of astonishment washed over her.

This girl is so beautiful…………

After the initial overwhelming excitement of meeting an old acquaintance, like a receding tide, Yang Haoran’s surface had calmed down, yet his fervent and burning heart was still pounding wildly. He stared at Ji Youxi for several seconds, his chest clogged with so many things he wanted to say and ask that he was momentarily rendered speechless.

The two of them looked at each other quietly, their gazes meeting. There was no friction sparking any love; instead, a shared tranquility enveloped them.

The intensity had reached its peak, arriving at that fleeting moment of serenity—just as someone truly heartbroken cannot cry, but is left wordless.

“Ji Youxi.”

“Hmm.”

“Does this count as us meeting after an online romance?”

“What do you think?”

“Whew~ I want to chase after you, Shifu!” Yang Haoran revealed a brilliant smile.

Ji Youxi’s smile was as radiant as a flower as she said leisurely, “That isn’t affection; you’re just attracted to my face.”

“Was it necessary to be so blunt?” Yang Haoran was caught between laughter and tears.

“Aren’t all males like this?” Ji Youxi’s words were concise and to the point.

“I see. You were testing me both yesterday and today.”

“I just came to see how the fly I’ve been teaching for years is behaving now.”

“Sigh…………” Yang Haoran let out a breath. “Youxi, Wan Nu doesn’t know your identity either, does she?”

“Is there a difference?”

“But you’re her mistress.”

“She’s your creation, not mine. I only helped you discipline her.”

“…………”

The two chatted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The freshly served, steaming steaks had, at some point, gradually grown cold.

Feeling that they had rested enough, the two left hand in hand. In that moment, they seemed like a genuine couple. However, Yang Haoran knew perfectly well that aside from allowing him to hold her hand, Shifu Ji Youxi wouldn’t let him touch her in any other way. Ah………… he truly missed her beautiful feet.

Yang Haoran understood that the only reason she regarded him with any slight favor was because of their years of acquaintance online and the fact that he was, in a sense, her creation. As for anything beyond that, it would be nothing more than one of life’s three great misconceptions.

Fortunately, being in a favorable position, Yang Haoran was brimming with confidence. He wondered if Shifu Ji Youxi would be willing to become his wife.

Both of them were dominants. As a male, Yang Haoran naturally wanted to conquer her, not be conquered. For the first time, he had a clear image of his legal other half: his desk mate, Ji Youxi—both his teacher and his friend.

By the time Yang Haoran returned home, it was already past three in the afternoon. Exhausted, he felt like collapsing straight into sleep. After lying down for a while, his mind wandered to his recent arrangements.

Aunt He, Wei Ming’s mother, still needed to be teased and provoked occasionally until he found an opportunity to fuck her into submission once while she was sober. After that, he could proceed to the training process.

He also needed to find time to train Aunt Shen. With Shiwen’s help and acting as a lookout, they could attempt both indoor training and outdoor exposure.

As for opening Xiao Shaowan’s chrysanthemum and Yaoyao’s first time, they could find a themed hotel for a threesome experience. However, scheduling was tricky—his mother’s control was too strict.

As for his mother, he could take advantage of the National Day holiday when the two of them were home to begin her preliminary training. He just had to control the extent to avoid angering her, lest he lose more than he gained.

After all, his mother held an extraordinary position in his heart. Even if he were to train her, if he made her too angry, she would undoubtedly hang him up and give him a beating—and no amount of pleading from his father would help.

The thought brought Yang Haoran some frustration. He still had to attend school every day. The key difference now was that he could somewhat understand what the teachers were saying. He was also committed to studying and improving, hoping to have an excuse to make his mother more obedient or to loosen her restrictions on him.

His thoughts drifted, and Yang Haoran found himself contemplating the two words “future”—both unfamiliar and familiar to him. How should he live his life?

He envisioned a life together with all the women connected to him. Ideally, he could have his mother and others bear him sons and daughters—then his life would not have been lived in vain.

That night, after his father returned from work, the family had dinner together, and Yang Haoran drifted into dreamland.

The next noon, Yang Haoran and Wei Ming once again went to Aunt He’s house. He Muchen had prepared a large table of dishes to entertain him. Yang Haoran finally got to taste the delicacies Wei Ming had praised—the flavors were truly exceptional, possessing sixty to seventy percent of the skill of a five-star chef.

For home-cooked dishes to reach this level, it was no wonder Wei Ming praised them so highly.

Seizing the opportunity Wei Ming created for them to be alone, Yang Haoran once again engaged in warm small talk, telling jokes to happily deepen their bond. For the following Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday noon, he spent his time at Aunt He’s house.

Aunt He gradually progressed from initial slight resistance to allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist, being逗得笑得花枝乱颤 (tickled into shaking with laughter). Even his somewhat unruly groping and touching didn’t elicit much反感 (disgust) from her; instead, it was more of a欲拒还迎 (feigning refusal while actually welcoming) shyness.

If Wei Ming hadn’t been home, Yang Haoran would have wanted to just take her right then.

Finally, on Friday noon, after school ended in the afternoon, the National Day holiday began.

As usual, Yang Haoran went with Wei Ming to Aunt He’s house. Pushing the door open, they saw He Muchen bent over, her back to them as she did household chores.

He Muchen was wearing a light white home-style long dress. The elegant dress made her appear very simple and plain.

The short sleeves with lace trim revealed a pair of fair, jade-like arms. Her slender waist was tied with a pure white belt, accentuating her slim figure. As she bent over and squatted to clean under the coffee table, her plump buttocks, thrust out, were tightly outlined by the satin of the long dress, forming a rounded, full, crescent-moon curve—like a ripe, juicy, large flat peach, stirring ravenous hunger.

Beneath the light white long dress, a pair of beautiful legs clad in flesh-colored stockings were visible. Perhaps due to the embellishment of the flesh-colored stockings, the calves below the knee-length skirt appeared even more tender, plump, and rounded, exuding a delicate and voluptuous肉感 (sensual fleshiness). Her small feet were tucked into a pair of white slippers, enveloping the flesh-colored stocking-clad feet.

He Muchen’s bent-over posture, with her buttocks thrust out, highlighted her seductive figure, causing the two who opened the door to feel an immediate, uncontrollable surge of desire upon seeing her.

Yang Haoran and Wei Ming looked at each other. Wei Ming, as if possessed, leaned close to Yang Haoran’s ear and whispered, “My mom’s ass is so sexy. Haoz, you bastard, you’re even more enviable than an AV男主角 (male lead).”

Hearing the secretly lustful Wei Ming whisper words of envy in his ear, Yang Haoran laughed it off while inwardly retorting, It’s because you have the lust but not the courage. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be any opportunity for me.

He understood—not just anyone dared to entertain thoughts about their own mother. Wei Ming’s reaction was perfectly normal. He might have fantasized about it, but when it came to actual action, he wilted.

He Muchen finished wiping under the coffee table and stood up. Turning around, she saw her son and Haoran at the door. The moment she saw Yang Haoran, her mature and lovely face, with eyes as soft and captivating as spring water, shimmered with ripples. Her full, lush red lips bloomed into a brilliant smile: “Haoran, Xiao Ming, you’re back. Auntie was just cleaning the living room. Xiao Ming, take Haoran to your room to sit for a while.”

Wei Ming, observing the instant delight on his mother’s face upon seeing Haoz, felt a sour twinge in his heart. It’s only been a few days, he thought. The way Mom treats Haoz now is like she’s seeing a little lover, as if she’s焕发了第二春 (blossomed with a second spring), her face full of a woman’s娇媚 (charm and allure).

Once the two entered Wei Ming’s room and he closed the door, Wei Ming said to Yang Haoran, who was opening his drawer to look for cigarettes, “Haoz, I think my mom is already stirred with spring desires for you. How’s the progress now?”

Yang Haoran hadn’t updated Wei Ming on the situation for several days. Reaching this stage was greatly due to Wei Ming’s contributions.