Looking at his father’s weary and despondent eyes, Yang Haoran fell silent, his heart filled with guilt. Was he wrong?
Yang Haoran could not find an answer.
The atmosphere between father and son was oppressively silent. After a long while, Yang Wenfu slowly spoke: “Haoran, if you know who your mother’s affair partner is, you must remember to tell Dad.”
Yang Haoran felt somewhat uneasy and asked: “Dad, are you going to hit him?” Yang Wenfu shook his head, somewhat melancholy: “I want to talk to him, to tell him to treat your mother well and not to let her down.”
“Dad, he destroyed your family. Shouldn’t he be beaten severely?”
“Would beating him up win your mother back?” Yang Wenfu smiled bitterly: “Haoran, you’re still young. Some things cannot be judged simply as right or wrong.”
Yang Haoran was speechless. Learning that his father would not beat his mother’s lover, he didn’t know whether to be happy or not. If his father knew it was him, would the outcome still be the same?
Yang Haoran probed: “Dad, who knows what kind of person mom’s lover is? Are you just going to hand mom over to him like this? If it’s really like that, wouldn’t it be better to leave mom for me to take care of?”
Yang Wenfu did not catch his son’s hidden meaning and said with a laugh: “Dad is talking to you about this precisely so that you will take more care of your mother.” “Your mother’s lov…” Yang Wenfu suddenly stopped, almost misled by his son’s words, and quickly corrected himself: “Your mother’s partner is your mother’s choice. What kind of person he is, I still trust your mother’s judgment.”
After saying this, Yang Wenfu felt somewhat sorrowful. The white moonlight that once illuminated his life had ultimately left him.
The love between husband and wife was once solid as a mountain, now separated, his heart is lost in confusion.
The past warmth remains to this day, but future hopes have turned to smoke.
A happy marriage was originally made in heaven, the love between husband and wife was destined by fate.
Now looking back, it all becomes a memory, past events are like a dream, tears stream down continuously.
Yang Haoran didn’t know his father was feeling emotional. Hearing his father’s approval of his mother’s judgment, he felt somewhat happy inside, and his confidence grew a little. Given his father’s gentle and refined character…
In ancient times, a single phrase like “an insult to decency” could summarize the attitude towards incest between mother and son.
In modern times, he didn’t know if it would be as he imagined: difficult to accept at first, but eventually coming to terms with it and slowly acquiescing.
After the conversation between father and son concluded, Yang Wenfu went out to find the doctor to understand the specifics of his son’s injury. Yang Mengyao came in and had just chatted with her brother for a few moments when Yang Haoran’s groping hands landed on her breasts.
“Don’t… what if someone sees?”
Yang Mengyao’s face flushed with embarrassment as she swatted Yang Haoran’s hand away. Yang Haoran laughed and teased: “Yaoyao, your tits are developing better and better. Big brother is just inspecting what belongs to him.”
The meaning of Yang Haoran’s words was clearβhe straightforwardly stated that Yang Mengyao’s breasts belonged to him. This made Yang Mengyao both shy and unable to refute, so she could only glare at him fiercely: “You’re no different from the boys in our class, you’re all perverts.”
Seeing Yaoyao’s shy anger, Yang Haoran looked unconcerned and said: “They can only look at Yaoyao’s big tits, but I’m different. I can not only look, but also touch and play with them. How can you lump me together with them?”
Yang Haoran’s expression, far from ashamed but rather proud, made Yang Mengyao extremely embarrassed. Her pure and pretty face was flushed red as she coquettishly retorted: “Do you really like them that much?”
“Yaoyao, you just don’t understand,” Yang Haoran said knowledgeably. “A girl’s tits are fragrant, soft, and wonderfully elastic.ζ΄δ½ε΅ Yaoyao, your breasts are so large, and you yourself are pure and captivating. What boy in class wouldn’t like them? In my opinion, forget the boys, even the girls would want to play with your tits.”
Seeing her brother speak more and more outrageously, Yang Mengyao felt both shy and pleased. The breasts she had considered a burden now received her brother’s highest praise. Her tone carried a hint of pride as she said: “I don’t know how they grew like this; all the flesh went there. I actually think they’re too big.”
“Not too big, not too big. Just right for being a little milk cow in the future.” Yang Haoran’s smile appeared somewhat lewd. His gaze fell on Yaoyao’s chest, concealed by a short-sleeved white T-shirt yet still prominently rising in a breathtaking arcβmassive, full, trembling slightly, and utterly captivating.
The white T-shirt printed with a Doraemon cartoon倴ε was stretched tight, expanding and deforming to the sides. The blue chubby-cheeked robot’s mouth looked stuffed full of dorayaki, its cheeks bulging high, as if ready to burst forth.
Seeing the intense heat in her brother’s eyes, Yang Mengyao slightly closed her eyes and proudly thrust out her chest. Instantly, Doraemon seemed to come alive, vivid and lifelike, as if about to break out of the two-dimensional plane to punch the vile scoundrel coveting its treasure.
Yang Haoran watched, his mouth dry and his throat parched. He couldn’t help but say lecherously: “Yaoyao, there’s something I need to tell you. I plan to put you under Xiao Shaowan’s discipline and have her teach you some house rules.”
“House rules?”
Yang Mengyao opened her eyes and looked at her brother curiously. She knew her brother and her best friend Shaowan played in rather perverted ways, but she didn’t know what these house rules were.
“Hehe… Yaoyao, you know Shaowan and I play on a rather large scale, so naturally there are some rules.” Yang Haoran explained: “Shaowan is my bitch. Since you’re joining in, Yaoyao, you will also be my bitch. Bitches have ranks: Xiao Shaowan joined before you, so her rank is higher than yours.”
“Yaoyao, I plan for Xiao Shaowan to train you. Her rank is higher than yours, so she is effectively your master. If Xiao Shaowan wants to play with your big tits, she is effectively acting as me. You cannot refuse. Even if she wants toθεΎ your breasts, you must remember that she is equivalent to me. You must obediently present your big tits and let her slap them however she wants, understand?”
Yang Mengyao listened, her face flushed crimson. She instinctively wanted to refuse, but under her brother’s stern, authoritative gaze, she gently bit her lip. After a few seconds, she still nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: “Yaoyao understands.”
Seeing Yaoyao obey so obediently, Yang Haoran’s face showed a satisfied expression. Big brother’s authority remained strong; Yaoyao was stillε¬θ―.
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“How do I increase my rank?” Yang Mengyao thought to herself. The idea that her best friend Shaowan had a higher rank than her made her somewhat uncomfortable, but she also understood the principle of first come, first served.
Yaoyao’s question stumped Yang Haoran for a moment. He hadn’t actually established a ranking system yet, let alone promotion channels. He made up something on the spot: “Yaoyao, once Xiao Shaowan feels you are qualified and reports it to me, I will promote your rank.”
“Okay!” Yang Mengyao nodded, her cheeks slightly red. Thinking about being trained as a bitch by her best friend Shaowan, having to regard Shaowan as her master, obeying her obediently to gain Shaowan’s approval for promotion, she felt both extremely shy and also thought that if she performed well, her best friend Shaowan mightεΎεΏ« judge her as qualified! “I’ll create a group chat for you two later. You can communicate about these matters within the group, so I can also see your progress, Yaoyao.”