Under Yang Haoran’s undisguised gaze, Liu Ruoxi’s delicate face flushed like the evening clouds at the horizon. She did not avoid his eyes, instead allowing her son to look his fill with坦然坦荡 (composed and unashamed) openness. Her vermilion lips parted: “Just recovered from the hospital, and your bones have hardened again. Looking at your spring-breeze-radiating appearance, you had a very ecstatic time last night, didn’t you?”
Listen to this. Is this something a person should say?
Yang Haoran wore an innocent expression: “Mother, you mustn’t wrong me so early in the morning. My body was in one camp, but my heart was in another. It’s just, who told you to hit me so hard last time? You wounded this one’s fragile heart.”
This shameless manner made Liu Ruoxi’s eyebrow twitch. She’d hit him too lightly last time.
Liu Ruoxi had to go to work and had no leisure to陪儿子哆嗦 (humor her son’s nonsense). Standing there letting him look his fill for a while could already be considered compensation for the previous severe beating. Seeing it was almost enough, and his gaze was becoming increasingly excessive, even瞄到私密部位了 (straying to her private areas), she pretended to cough lightly. Then, with a perfectly natural expression, she said: “Enough talk. Mother has to go to work. Regarding the matter from last time, Mother will change clothes tonight and give you an explanation. Wait for it.”
This statement from Mother was beyond Yang Haoran’s expectations. He looked at her strangely and asked: “Really? Then I want Mother to dress more seductively.”
“I know, you don’t need to say it!” Liu Ruoxi replied nonchalantly. Having said that, she paid him no more mind and left slowly under Yang Haoran’s watchful eyes.
In truth, there was no system task this time. Compared to the usual coercion from system tasks, this proposed compensation was voluntary on her part, stemming partly from guilt, and partly from a conversation the previous night.
Last night, while Yang Haoran was indulging in pleasure at Aunt Shen’s house, Yang Haoran’s father, after a week of internal struggle,主动找柳若溪谈话 (initiated a conversation with Liu Ruoxi). The husband and wife sat down for a rare, quiet heart-to-heart talk, baring their feelings. Yang Haoran’s father said many things, but ultimately it returned to silence.
Before leaving, he offered some advice to Liu Ruoxi. He pointed out that Liu Ruoxi was too domineering, had a cold personality, and didn’t understand情趣 (romantic appeal/flirtation) – all of these were shortcomings from a man’s perspective. He hoped she could correct these and wished her well.
Over the years, Yang Haoran’s father had lived under great repression. The couple had been in a cold war for many years; daily life with Liu Ruoxi was relatively cold and domineering. Moreover, his wife far surpassed him economically, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Only when their son Haoran asked him for money did he feel a sense of being needed, so he was always very generous each time, contributing most of Yang Haoran’s secret stash.
The affection of many years of marriage still existed, it just had to be buried deep in his heart.
With Zhuang Hui, Yang Haoran’s father experienced a different kind of风情 (allure/charm). Zhuang Hui knew many tricks, making him regain his masculine vigor, which was also the origin of his advice to his wife.
The husband’s words were concise and impactful, hitting Liu Ruoxi’s heart directly. After Yang Haoran’s father left, she sat on the sofa for a long time, lost in thought about something.
What Yang Haoran’s father didn’t know was that because of his words, the情趣 (romantic appeal/flirtation) he desired would be realized with his son, Yang Haoran.也算肥水不流外人田 (One could also say it was keeping the fertile water within the family field).
Returning to his room, Yang Haoran was still pondering whether Mother seemed somewhat changed or not; it was truly strange.
Since when did getting beaten by her come with compensation? This early in the morning, he hadn’t seen the sun rise from the west!
Unable to figure it out, Yang Haoran attributed it to his own pitiful state, making Mother feel guilty and wanting to offer the comfort of a beauty?
As his thoughts ran wild, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but look forward to the evening’s arrival. He wondered if Mother would be obedient then. It would be great if she became as submissive as Aunt Shen was last night.
At noon, Yang Haoran went to Aunt He’s house, enjoyed a meal prepared by her. Mooching a meal was always better than takeout,更何况何姨手艺没的说 (especially since Aunt He’s cooking skills were unquestionably excellent).
After eating, using Wei Ming playing games in his room as an excuse, Yang Haoran once again pulled the flushed Aunt He to the master bedroom for some颠龙倒凤 (dragon-tumbling, phoenix-overturning – passionate, intense sexual intercourse).
Since Wei Ming was home, the two engaged in 69, mutually pleasuring each other, their breathing rapid, filling the room with springtime allure.
Yang Haoran could feel Aunt He’s resistance towards him was getting lower and lower. Her mouth said no and expressed reluctance, but once he pulled her to the master bedroom, it was half resistance, half consent.
果然女人的嘴只有插进去才老实! (Indeed, a woman’s mouth only becomes honest when something is inserted into it!)
Within the spacious, bright bedroom, the sound of wanton, decadent music (靡靡之音 – metaphor for lewd moans) now continued incessantly, the battle situation reaching its climax.
He Muchen was pressed down onto the large bed in the 69 position by Yang Haoran, their heads and tails reversed. He Muchen’s snow-white, voluptuous body trembled incessantly, like a small boat剧烈摇晃 (violently rocking) in the stormy waves, the towering, enormous breasts on her chest也随之急剧地荡漾 (swaying sharply along with it): “You little villain… ah… ah… I can’t take it anymore… my little pussy… so numb… so good… so pleasurable… mmm… I’m going to… I’m going to come…”
Hearing Aunt He’s含糊不清的呻吟 (muffled moans) around his big cock, Yang Haoran felt as if he had taken stimulants. His head, buried between Aunt He’s thighs, nuzzled and rubbed around. His thick tongue激荡 (stirred vigorously) back and forth between the two pink labia, plunging in and pulling out. Gushing, transparent honey juice overflowed from her body as his tongue delved deep into Aunt He’s slutty cunt, stirring it up, glinting with a glaringly lewd light.
“Ah… mmm… you little villain… don’t bite there… mmm uh… ahaha~ Auntie is going to be played to death by you…”
He Muchen’s face was already so red it seemed about to drip blood. Her plump, beautiful vulva resembled a steamed bun, the two labia completely spread open. The entrance to her honeyed orifice streamed with lewd fluids, as if washed over by a flood, clearly having reached her limit of endurance.
“Ah!” With a soul-stirring moan, Yang Haoran was caught off guard, splashed full in the face by the spurting淫水 (lewd fluids). He quickly dodged aside, watching the spectacular sight of Aunt He’s slutty cunt, like an激昂的喷泉 (ardent fountain), gushing out stream after stream onto the bedsheets, drops of glistening fluid splashing down onto the edge of the bed.
A moment later, He Muchen’s face was full of springtime flush, wearing an intoxicated expression, her seductive eyes half-closed, head raised looking up, small mouth half-open, emitting soul-consuming, bone-melting moans.
The pair of full, enormous breasts on her chest摇晃着 (swayed) incessantly under the powerful thrusts of the cock, swinging up mesmerizing waves of乳浪 (breast waves).
Her little浪穴 (wave orifice/cunt) tightly gripped the thick cock,承受着 (enduring/basking in) the pleasure of the violent impacts.
“Slut… acting all reluctant and coy, but still ended up getting fucked by me. Do you like being fucked?”
Yang Haoran stood by the edge of the bed, holding onto He Muchen’s two stocking-clad beautiful legs on the bed, thrusting his firm buttocks, lifting his big cock for a frenzy of violent thrusting and plunging, each time burying it to the hilt, each thrust full of force, repeatedly impacting Aunt He’s already honey-dripping passage.
His face was excited. Unlike before, even though his close friend Wei Ming was still home, under his half-coercion, half-pleading, Aunt He, perhaps pleasured into submission, agreed against her better judgment to let him fuck her.
He wondered if Aunt He, under the impact of pleasure, still remembered that Wei Ming was home. But Yang Haoran felt this was a huge step; Aunt He’s bottom line had been broken. As long as it happened once, there would be countless times.
Yang Haoran diligently worked his waist, thrusting with powerful force heavily against Aunt He’s plump, beautiful crotch. The lewd, wet slapping sounds were continuous, determined to fuck her into ecstasy, to make her离不开 (unable to leave) him.
“Mmm… so good… I like it… your big cock is so thick… it fills me up… stretches my little pussy… so full… oh… so wonderful… mmm… hitting my cervix again…”
Under the intense onslaught of pleasure, her consciousness nearly fainting, He M