After resting for a few minutes, He Muchen, who had been pinned beneath Yang Haoran for some time and found it difficult to breathe, asked him to shift his position and hold her from behind.
The two lay reclined on the sofa. Yang Haoran embraced Aunt He’s voluptuous, snow-white, and delicate body. The soft, warm, and smooth sensation was utterly delightful. Just as his restless right hand slipped into He Muchen’s bosom, fondling her full breasts, He Muchen said softly, “Haoran, was it intentional that night? You were sober, weren’t you?”
Yang Haoran’s heart tightened. The hand kneading Aunt He’s ample breasts unconsciously increased its pressure. Noticing this, he eased his grip and asked, feigning composure, “Aunt He, why would you say that?”
Could Aunt He have noticed something? Yang Haoran’s heart was racing, filled with nervous apprehension as he waited for He Muchen’s response.
“Auntie went to the wrong room that night. You woke up in the middle of the night after the alcohol wore off, and thenโฆ” He Muchen paused for a second before continuing, “You have feelings for me, Auntie knows. You couldn’t help yourself back then, and Auntie doesn’t blame you.”
Yang Haoran’s heart felt like a rolling stone, rising and falling. Hearing Aunt He’s tone, which didn’t seem accusatory, he cautiously asked, “Aunt He, why would you think that?”
“Auntie was drunk, Haoran. If you were having a wet dream, you wouldn’t have had that kind of experience. Besides, Auntie’s clothes were still on.”
He Muchen spoke quietly, sensing the boy’s tension behind her.
Yang Haoran’s suspended heart finally settled. Yes, this was the only flaw in his story. He had built up a persona of having no sexual experience. How could he, in a wet dream, have perfectly removed all of Aunt He’s clothes and proceeded to have his way with her?
Such actions would be difficult to perform without being fully conscious!
Fortunately, Aunt He hadn’t realized she had been drugged and simply assumed she was drunk.
“Aunt He, when did you figure it out?”
Since things had come to this, Yang Haoran admitted defeat. He blamed himself for being so overwhelmed by lust that he had become careless. Now, he was extremely anxious, fearing that Aunt He might send him to prison on charges of rape.
Seeing Yang Haoran admit it, He Muchen sighed softly in her heart and said in a coquettish tone, “Auntie also realized recently, from spending time with you, that you aren’t an honest child, and then connected the dots. If Auntie had found out that morning, you wouldn’t be lying here so comfortably holding me right now.”
Hearing the charming tone in Aunt He’s voice, Yang Haoran immediately felt relieved and chuckled. “Aunt He, if I hadn’t acted on impulse that night, how could I have won the you I adore? It’s because I like you so much that I couldn’t control myself.”
He attributed his impulsiveness to his feelings for her, knowing full well that this was something Aunt He valued most in him and was also the easiest way to deceive her.
“Nonsense. Auntie misjudged you, and that’s how you succeeded.” He Muchen couldn’t help but swat Yang Haoran’s mischievous hand, which was fondling her breast. Though his praise made her eyes sparkle with joy, and her actions seemed like a reproach, her sweet,่ ป tone was more like a woman’s coquettishๆๅจ.
Yang Haoran couldn’t help but tighten his embrace around Aunt He’s warm and comfortable body. “Aunt He, I have a somewhat traditional masculine mindset. I especially like women with your gentle, dignified, and virtuous wife-and-motherๆฐ่ดจ.ๆดไฝๅต, you’re so beautiful and have such a great figure.”
“When I was little, my mom was busy with company affairs. I could hardly see her once a month. My childhood was spent in loneliness.”
“Back then, I longed for a gentle mother who could be there for me.” Yang Haoran’s tone carried a sense of melancholy as he spoke.
“As I grew up, because of what happened in my childhood, I developed a preference for older women. Perhaps it’s because I subconsciously yearn toๅผฅ่กฅ the maternal love I missed out on in my childhood.”
Yang Haoran did his best to portray his childhood as pitiful, hoping to elicit sympathy from Aunt He’s maternal instincts. He also explained part of the reason for his attraction to her, making his feelings seem more genuine and justified.
Hearing about Yang Haoran’s childhood experiences, He Muchen couldn’t help but feel a wave of compassion. She comforted him, “Haoran, it’s not your fault. Auntie doesn’t blame you for your impulsiveness that night.”
“Auntie likes you too. Even though you seem smooth-tongued, Auntie knows you’re a good kid.”
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Yang Haoran listened to Aunt He’s words with delight.
“Xiaoming is actually quite lonely too. Even though Auntie is there for him, he lacked a father’s love from a young age, so his personality is somewhat withdrawn at home.” He Muchen’s expression turned somewhat reminiscent. “Thankfully, at school, Xiaoming has a friend like you. During summer vacation, he often talked about you in front of me.”
Hearing that Wei Ming had often mentioned him in front of Aunt He, Yang Haoran asked curiously, “What did he say about me?”
He Muchen said with a smile in her eyes, “He said you and he are the same type of personโbirds of a feather. That you’re both poor students, and you’re even worse than him.”
Xiaoming, you little rascal, you really know how to trash-talk me behind my back. Yang Haoran gritted his teeth in frustration, but the thought of now holding Xiaoming’s mother in his arms made him instantly feel better. Feeling the warm and comfortable beauty in his embrace, he asked, “Then, Aunt He, why did you agree to marry that guy with the surname Li? Wouldn’t it have been better to stay like this?”
Hearing Yang Haoran’s question, He Muchen thought for a moment and said, “Auntie had considered finding a stepfather for Xiaoming before, but there was never anyone who was genuinely good to me. Some just wanted Auntie to be their mistress, others just wanted to have fun without taking responsibility. Li Song pursued Auntie for several years, and I could tell he sincerely wanted to build a life with me.”
“Xiaoming will grow up eventually. He’ll get married and have children someday. Auntie can’t be with him forever. I needed to find aๅฝๅฎฟ.”
“Then, Aunt He, do you like Li Song?” Yang Haoran posed a deeply probing question, causing He Muchen to fall silent. After a long pause, she slowly said, “Li Song is simple, honest, and somewhat stubborn. Auntie had rejected him before, but he kept persistently pursuing me. Over time, Auntie started to think he wasn’t so bad. At the very least, he was sincere toward me, so I gradually accepted his advances.ๆๆ can be nurtured over time, you know. You’re still young.”
Is it that even a chaste woman fears a persistent suitor?
Yang Haoran tightened his embrace around Aunt He’s delicate body, bringing his head close to her flawless, fair neck, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her beautiful hair. Like a child clinging to his mother, He Muchen could sense his attachment but couldn’t bring herself to respond.
After a moment of silence, Yang Haoran said, “So, this month, Auntie belongs to me, right?”
“Yes.”
He Muchen could no longer bring herself to deceive the boy and gave him a definite answer. Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning her impending departure, though they were well aware of it.