After waiting a few minutes for the download to complete, Yang Haoran clicked play.
The opening scene that appeared was a place he was extremely familiar withβAunt Shenβs bedroom.
Aunt Shen, Shen Yi, and Tang Wenqian were completely naked, kneeling towards the camera. Their fair, swan-like necks were adorned with collars and dog leashes. The silver chains ran from their necks, along the womenβs delicate collarbonesβ¦ skirting the sides of their towering, snow-white, supple breasts before drooping to the floor.
βYour servant pays her respects to the Master!β
βWenqian pays her respects to the Master!β
The womenβs sweet, captivating voices sounded one after the other, intoxicating and evocative. After speaking, they both bowed their heads respectfully towards the camera, maintaining their debased posture for three seconds, as if greeting Yang Haoran who was watching from behind the lens.
Yang Haoran felt a stir in his heart, his breathing instantly became rapid, and his βfive-fingered maidenβ unconsciously found its way to his swelling βsecond brotherβ.
As Yang Haoran repeatedly stroked, at some point, the scene on the screen changed. On the luxurious and extravagant large bed, the two enticing, naked bodies of Aunt Shen and Tang Wenqian were rolling between the sheets. Their skin, fair as snow, was delicate and flawless. Both voluptuous, pale bodies had proud figures; their snow-white breasts pressed tightly together, squeezing out lewd mounds of flesh as their tongues intertwined. This salacious scene was enough to make oneβs blood boil and lust blaze wildly!
Yang Haoranβs mouth was dry and his throat parched. The arm of his βQilinβ (a mythical creature, here a euphemism for his masturbating arm) was stroking so fast it was almost a blur. This sight was simply too stimulating.
If someone were to ask Yang Haoran what the farthest distance in the world was right now, he would firmly answerβhis concubines are inside [the video], while the Emperor is outside!
The video wasnβt long, roughly eight or nine minutes, yet every second of its stimulating footage was enough to make oneβs heart surge. One woman was exquisitely charming, endlessly alluring with a mature, elder-sister toneβher voice melodious, sweet, and full of a tempting magnetism. The other was youthful and beautiful, with a pretty face and a graceful figure. The thrilling scene of these two beauties in intimate embrace was utterly mouth-watering.
The continuous sounds of wanton pleasure and the licentious images on the screen scratched at an unbearable itch in oneβs heart. Amidst heavy, ragged panting, Yang Haoran entered sage mode.
βPhewβ¦ Why is Tang Wenqian at Aunt Shenβs house?β
After entering sage mode, Yang Haoranβs rationality came back online. Hadnβt he agreed to Aunt Shenβs request to let her off?
She should be living a normal life in some corner of G City right now. Why did she appear at Aunt Shenβs house, and even film a porno with her?
Baffled, Yang Haoran contacted Aunt Shen to inquire. Shen Yi was clearly waiting for him and explained the truth of the matter in a few short sentences.
Upon learning that Tang Wenqian had gone to Aunt Shenβs house to work as a maid and was willing to abide by the rules of the Pet Manor, Yang Haoran was overcome with joy and delight. He never expected that after being lost in the mountains, another village would appearβan unexpected solution presenting itself after hope seemed lost.
Tang Wenqianβs looks and figure had been the top attraction at the Pet Manor. Yang Haoran had let her go purely as a favor to Aunt Shen.
With her looks, Tang Wenqian would undoubtedly be a campus belle at a university, surrounded by numerous suitors. Normally, she wouldnβt be easy to get.
Furthermore, even if one managed to woo her, it was unlikely she would debase herself to the point of being willing to become a sex slave and bitch. An ordinary male-female relationship and being a sex slave bitch were as different as clouds and mudβone was based on equality, the other on a clear hierarchy of superior and inferior.
Which scenario was better for a man was self-evident.
Yang Haoran: βAunt Shen, my admiration for you is like a torrential river, continuous and unending. Marrying you as my wife was the wisest decision Iβve made in my life. I pay homage to you on behalf of eighteen generations of my ancestors!β
He immediately lavished praise and sang hymns to her greatness.
Yang Haoranβs exaggerated,ζ»η¨½ηεη (humorous/ridiculous reply) made Shen Yi on the other end giggle incessantly, laughing so hard her body trembled, her eyes teary and mistyβ¦ She didnβt forget to take a screenshot and send it to her close friend Liu Ruoxi.
Yang Haoran: ββ¦β
You two are really close friends!
β¦
Yang Haoran chatted with Aunt Shen until 1 a.m., after which she proactively ended the conversation, telling him to get some rest early.
Yang Haoran could only reluctantly end the chat, hugging his pillow and thinking of that exquisite beautyβs face as he sank into a deep sleep.
However, the night was destined to be unsettled!
Around 2 a.m., Yang Haoran was awakened by the ringing of his phone. He immediately felt some irritation. Who was calling in the dead of night?
Only when he saw the caller ID saying βDadβ did Yang Haoran get a fright, all drowsiness vanishing instantly. Whatβs going on? Why is Dad calling so late? Did something happen? Is it Dad himself or Yaoyao?
As the saying goes, people of a certain age deeply understand the fear of receiving a phone call from a loved one in the middle of the night.
Yang Haoran frantically answered the call. His fatherβs weary, hoarse voice came through the phone: βHaoran, are you asleep?β
Hearing the low and tired tone in his fatherβs voice, Yang Haoran immediately had a bad premonition. Had something happened to Yaoyao?
βDad, whatβs wrong? Did something happen to Yaoyao?β Though extremely anxious and his voice trembling, Yang HaoranεεΌΊη»΄ζηε·ι (barely managed to maintain calm).
βThereβs a bit of a situation, but itβs not Yaoyao. Donβt worry.β Yang Wenfu clearly understood his sonβs misunderstanding and explained first, thenεΌΊθ‘ζθ΅·η²Ύη₯θ―΄ι (forced himself to sound more alert and said): βItβs Dadβs personal matter. Haoran, do you remember me telling you about the affair?β
βYeah, I remember.β Yang Haoran immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
βZhuang Hui is going to see your mother tomorrow. You must stop them from meeting. Iβll hurry back as soon as I can.β
Hearing his fatherβs words, Yang Haoran was immediately dumbfounded. Whatβs going on?
Understanding his sonβs confusion, Yang Wenfu then recounted the course of events. It turned out that on the night Yang Wenfu apologized to Mom, because Yang Haoran had interfered and because Dad suspected Mom was also having an affair, in his anger, he ended up sleeping with Zhuang Hui again for a night.
Zhuang Hui had already been persistently clinging to Dad. Now, after this night, she became completely impossible to shake off. Dad also felt guilty towards Zhuang Hui and had been placating her.
However, being merely a mistress clearly couldnβt satisfy Zhuang Hui. She wanted to rise to the official position!
After some back-and-forthβDadβs explanation was somewhatε«η³ε ΆθΎ (vague and unclear)βthings eventually evolved to this: Zhuang Hui found out Dad was traveling and somehow managed to get their home address. She called Dad around 1 a.m. threatening him to get a divorce, saying that if he didnβt, she would come to his house to make a scene. This was disastrous.
Dad didnβt want a divorce but was also backed into a corner with no way out, caught in a dilemma. The two of them went back and forth for a long time, ultimately parting on bad terms.
Before hanging up, Zhuang Hui issued an ultimatum: if Dad wasnβt willing to divorce, then she would make his wife initiate the divorce. After all, she had evidence of Dadβs affair.
The implication was clear: she would come to Dadβs house to make trouble tomorrow, taking advantage of him being away on travel to strike while the iron was hot.
Yang Wenfu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, hence this phone call. His only hope now was his son.