Yang Haoran was put on the spot and couldn’t find an excuse for a moment. His eyes darted around as he pondered shifting the blame to Aunt Shen. Just then, his mother’s cool voice sounded in his ear:
“Don’t say you were at your Aunt Shen’s place. Shen Qing was at my company today.”
“Nothing escapes your sharp eyes, Mom…” Yang Haoran laughed awkwardly and asked curiously, “What was Aunt Shen doing at your company?”
“Don’t change the subject. Where did you go today?”
“Feels like I’m being interrogated like a criminal,” Yang Haoran muttered under his breath, looking down.
Immediately, Liu Ruoxi’s cold eyes narrowed: “Get out!”
Yang Haoran was reluctant to leave. Seeing that his mother was angry, he was just about to confess when Yao Yao’s voice sounded from behind him:
“Mom, why isn’t Dad back yet?”
Just as Liu Ruoxi was about to answer, Yang Haoran cut in: “Yao Yao, Dad’s working overtime at the company tonight. He won’t be back.”
Yang Mengyao was somewhat surprised to hear this, as her dad’s company was usually quite relaxed, and overtime was a rare occurrence, happening only a few times a year.
She didn’t think too much of it and turned to Yang Haoran, saying, “Brother, I brought my notes back from school and left them in your room. Take a look at them tonight.”
Yang Haoran hadn’t expected this girl to still be making notes for him, especially since she was subjected to humiliation every day after school. In some videos, she was even brought to tears by sexual torture.
“I got it, Yao Yao. Thanks for remembering to help your brother with the notes.”
To avoid raising his mother’s suspicions, Yang Haoran played along.
“Yao Yao, take your brother back to his room to review the notes. Teach him anything he doesn’t understand,” Liu Ruoxi said. “I’ll call you both down when dinner is ready.”
After the siblings left, Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly. She felt something was off but couldn’t put her finger on it. Before she could gather her thoughts, a burnt, pungent smell wafted from the wok.
“Damn, I overcooked it.”
Liu Ruoxi sighed helplessly, her train of thought completely disrupted. Although the food in the wok didn’t look burnt and appeared quite appetizing, the burnt bottom had ruined the entire dish’s flavor.
Liu Ruoxi had no choice but to throw it away.
Once Yang Haoran returned to his room, he immediately cautioned Yao Yao: “Yao Yao, at home, you can’t be too nice to me. You need to treat me with the same indifference as before.”
His words sounded a bit odd, but Yang Mengyao understood instantly. Pouting, she said, “The notes are no big deal. I’m your sister. I made notes for you while you were in the hospital. Mom won’t think twice about it.”
That was exactly the problem. Yang Haoran quickly shook his head: “Yao Yao, you never used to offer to make notes for me before.”
“Who says I didn’t? You never asked back then, and you said I was meddling, so I stopped.”
Yang Haoran was cut off before he could finish. Even with his thick skin, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He chuckled awkwardly: “That was my fault back then. What I mean is, from Mom’s perspective, she doesn’t know any of this. If your attitude toward me suddenly changes, she’ll start wondering.”
Most people wouldn’t suspect anything if siblings grew closer, but Yang Mengyao, thinking about her brother’s relationship with their mother, hesitated. She wanted to say something but decided it was best not to let her brother know she had found out.
Still, Brother, you’re such a super pervert! How dare you even lay a hand on Mom!
Unaware of her thoughts, Yang Haoran felt relieved when Yao Yao nodded in agreement. Otherwise, he thought it would be troublesome to explain, with too many loopholes. For now, he didn’t want Yao Yao to know about his affair with their mother.
If it came out, not only would Mom never forgive him, but Yao Yao would probably struggle to accept it too.
Although he fantasized about having both Mom and Yao Yao serve him, enjoying a mother-daughter pair, he couldn’t handle the consequences—at least not yet.
“Yao Yao, you don’t need to go to Wan’er’s place after school anymore. She’s taught you everything you need to learn,” Yang Haoran said. “I’ll let Wan’er know.”
At the mention of this, Yang Mengyao’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She knew her best friend, Shaowan, had sent all the videos to her brother. Now that she didn’t have to go anymore, she asked the same question she had the last time: “Did I pass?”
Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment. Under Yao Yao’s hopeful gaze, he still shook his head: “You’ve only learned the theory. You still need practical experience.”
Hearing this, Yang Mengyao felt both disappointed and angry. She glared at Yang Haoran, puffing her cheeks: “Brother, are you and Wan’er teaming up to mess with me? Why else would I still not pass? What normal girl could endure all that?”
She grew more upset as she spoke, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She felt she had done well enough, been obedient enough, yet she still hadn’t passed. It was a huge blow to her self-esteem after all she’d endured.
“Don’t cry… It’s all my fault, okay?” Seeing Yao Yao on the verge of tears, Yang Haoran quickly tried to comfort her. “It’s not that I didn’t pass you… Wait, no? Let me explain.”
Yang Haoran was about to shift the blame to Wan’er but quickly realized that if Yao Yao went to confront her, their friendship would likely be ruined, making things even worse.
“Go on…” Yang Mengyao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, glaring at her brother with a mix of anger and expectation, demanding an explanation.
Seeing this, Yang Haoran grinned slyly: “Yao Yao, if you let me fuck you, I’ll give you a pass.”
The vulgar words rolled off his tongue with unnerving ease.
Despite all the training she’d undergone, Yang Mengyao was still a virgin. His blunt words instantly made her blush deeply, and she stammered, “It’s… it’s… your problem, Brother…” Her voice grew softer until it was barely a whisper.
Yang Haoran inwardly marveled. Having Wan’er train Yao Yao had been a brilliant decision. Otherwise, if he wanted to fuck her, he’d probably have to force her.
Now, her shy, flirtatious demeanor showed she wasn’t resistant to the idea.
“Heh heh… Yao Yao, once I’ve fucked you, you and Shaowan can both be my little bitches,” Yang Haoran said, his voice dripping with lewdness.
“Mm-hmm!”
Yang Mengyao’s cheeks flushed red as she lowered her head.
Just as Yang Haoran thought he’d gotten away with it, the girl’s next words left him both amused and exasperated. Yao Yao had no idea how tempting her words were to him. With her criminally sexy body and face, if they weren’t at home, he would’ve wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“When… when will it be?”
Yang Haoran looked at her blushing face as she shyly uttered these words and teased her: “Yao Yao, if the guys who have a crush on you heard you say that, they’d want to kill me.”
“They’re not worthy,” Yang Mengyao retorted. “They like me, stuff love letters in my desk, or find all sorts of excuses to ask me pointless questions. In the end, all they want is to fuck me.”
Yao Yao’s crude language surprised Yang Haoran. She would never have spoken like this before. It seemed this was all thanks to Wan’er’s influence.
He knew about the love letters Yao Yao received. He’d intercepted ones from Zhao Jun in their class. They were so cringeworthy they made his skin crawl.
In today’s digital age, love letters were rare, but Yao Yao rarely added anyone on WeChat or QQ. Even her classmates had no way to contact her privately outside of the class group chat, forcing them to resort to old-fashioned methods.
“Yao Yao, what guy wouldn’t want to play with those big tits of yours?” Yang Haoran laughed. “Men understand men best. The guys in our class dream of pinning you down on the bed and fucking you, preferably making you cry from how hard they pound you, and squeezing your big tits until they burst.”