He sighed with emotion inwardly; this was the kind of prestige a master ought to have. Just like in those historical dramas, a powerful ruler sits enthroned at the head of the hall, chatting and laughing with his subordinates, while beneath him, two young and beautiful concubines attentively serve him. Occasionally, stirred by excitement, he pulls one close to have his way with her, enjoying her shyness and feigned resistance before she eventually yields to his play, gasping and moaning, displaying her full beauty.
Yaoyao and Wannu were obedient enough to serve him like this, but he looked forward even more to the manor trip on Sunday. What kind of peerless splendor would his breathtakingly beautiful mother and the exquisitely alluring Aunt Shen unleash beneath him?
The thought of such a debauched scene made Yang Haoran’s heart surge with excitement. It wasn’t until his “daughter” spat out his wet scrotum, obediently raised her round, pale, perky bottom in front of him, assumed a lewd position inviting him to enter, and whispered wanton words that Yang Haoran snapped back to reality.
“Daddy, please deflower your daughter’s asshole.”
Yang Haoran grabbed a buttock in each hand, spreading them apart. He gazed with great satisfaction at the pink, pulsating bloom between them.
Fucking his daughter’s ass gave him an even greater sense of conquest.
“My good daughter, your asshole is quite pink, like a little red flower. Daddy will make it bloom right now.”
Playing the role of the lustful father thrilled him intensely. He extended his index finger and thrust it straight into Xiao Shaowan’s little chrysanthemum. Before he could go deeper, Xiao Shaowan began shaking her hips, as if the invasion of her asshole made her extremely uncomfortable.
However, Yang Haoran knew Xiao Shaowan was wagging her tail like a begging dog, thoroughly enjoying the comfort of having a foreign object invade her bloom.
This slut of a daughter had often been plugged with anal beads during her training and had long grown accustomed to the feeling of having something lodged in her ass for pleasure. Now, finally about to have her bloom fully developed, her lewd hip-shaking silently screamed eagerness.
“Yaoyao, don’t just stand there watching. Take the phone and record this for me.”
Yang Haoran fumbled for his phone and tossed it to Yaoyao, who was blinking her large, watery eyes, curiously watching the two.
Yang Mengyao caught it and asked inquisitively, “Brother, will it hurt Shaowan to have her asshole penetrated?”
“Hehe… whether it hurts or not, you’ll find out later. Yaoyao, your little asshole will also be fucked by me someday, understand?”
“Huh?”
Seeing Yaoyao’s panicked expression, Yang Haoran teased, “Yaoyao, you might be sandwiched between me and Wannu someday, getting your asshole and pussy fucked! Of course, you could also join me in playing with Wannu—I’ll fuck her asshole, and you fuck her pussy. Doesn’t that sound exciting, Yaoyao?”
Hearing her brother describe such a scene, Yang Mengyao blushed crimson. Yet, she unconsciously imagined herself being treated as a plaything by her brother and her best friend Shaowan, both toying with her in a debauched scene. Her face burned with heat, but a strange sense of anticipation welled up inside her. She wondered what that novel experience would be like and whether she would pass out from it.
Yang Haoran was only teasing Yaoyao. Seeing her face flushed red and utterly adorable, he was moved and said to her, “Once you’ve recovered in a while, have Wannu use anal beads to train your asshole. After Wannu reports that you’re ready, I’ll deflower your bloom.”
He made this arrangement to help loosen Yaoyao’s asshole, ensuring it wouldn’t be too tight and impossible to penetrate.
First, he would have Wannu plug Yaoyao’s asshole with a thin anal bead, making her wear it to school. After a few days of adaptation, he would switch to a larger-sized bead, progressing step by step. As for Yaoyao’s discomfort from wearing the anal bead to school, he naturally wouldn’t take that into consideration.
Although he had feelings for Yaoyao, that didn’t stop him from treating her as a pet-like tool for his pleasure, to be played with wantonly.
Yaoyao and Wenwen from the pet manor were both part of Yang Haoran’s collection of youthful-faced, large-breasted treasures.
Yang Haoran took a deep breath, guiding his menacing glans to press against Xiao Shaowan’s tender anal bud. As they touched, Xiao Shaowan’ delicate body seemed to tremble slightly.
“Master, please be gentle.”
Xiao Shaowan’s clear voice, soft and girlish, was unlike her usual tone. Clearly, she was also afraid of the pain of having her bloom deflowered.
“Good… Wannu, your asshole has been trained with anal beads. It won’t hurt that much.”
Yang Haoran comforted her, but before Xiao Shaowan could react, he gripped her snow-white buttocks on both sides, holding her in place. With a thrust of his hips, his menacing glans suddenly pushed into her delicate anal bloom. The vivid red folds were instantly stretched taut, forced deep into the rectal node by the massive glans…
“Ah!”
Xiao Shaowan threw her head back and let out a agonized scream. Her face turned pale, her disheveled hair swaying as she collapsed weakly onto the bed, only her buttocks remained propped up high by her legs. Her entire body trembled incessantly, as if she were enduring the pain of her bloom being torn apart.
Her lovely face, buried in the bed, was partially hidden by strands of hair, only faintly revealing bitten lips now stained with traces of blood—clearly broken skin.
“Relax… it’s in already…”
In stark contrast to Xiao Shaowan’s agony, Yang Haoran was filled with pleasure. From his perspective, his thick, lengthy fuck rod was deeply embedded between Xiao Shaowan’s round, snow-white buttocks, only the base visible, the shaft hidden from view.
Positioned above her pussy, it penetrated her tender anal bloom. The originally delicate chrysanthemum was stretched several times wider, its pink folds tautly wrapped around his dark fuck root, accentuating its color—vibrant pink like a freshly blossomed flower.
Compared to Yaoyao’s virgin pussy, Xiao Shaowan’s anal bloom gave Yang Haoran a more direct experience: equally tight yet without squeezing his cock painfully, instead offering a snug, comforting embrace.
The warm rectum inside contracted and spasmed slightly, as if trying to expel the invading object, but it felt like a pair of warm, soft hands gently stroking his cock, sending pleasurable tingles through Yang Haoran’s scalp.
Meanwhile, Yang Mengyao recorded everything with the phone. The girl’s agonized cries and the boy’s pleasurable smile formed a stark contrast, creating an intensely impactful and overwhelmingly debauched scene.
“Shaowan, are you okay?”
Yang Mengyao asked worriedly, looking at her best friend whose lovely face was obscured by disheveled hair. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her breathing rapid, and a glistening sheen of sweat visible on her pale forehead.
“It’s… it’s okay… not that painful…”
Xiao Shaowan’s teeth chattered as she spoke, her voice trembling, but her words clearly contradicted her state. Anyone could see she was forcing herself to endure the pain.
“I’ll wait a moment, Wannu. Take your time to adjust.”
Yang Haoran was not one to be tender with fragrances or cherish jade, but for now, he busied himself caressing the plump, round, snow-white buttocks of Xiao Shaowan beneath him. His hands glided over the oily, smooth, full skin—the sensation utterly delightful. The flesh of her buttocks was firm and smooth, though her bottom was somewhat small, lacking the overwhelming fullness he felt when caressing his mother’s or Aunt Shen’s large, fleshy buttocks.
Compared to Xiao Shaowan, he found fucking Aunt Shen’s anal bloom even more pleasurable. Moreover, Aunt Shen’s voluptuous, honeyed buttocks offered a visually stunning experience. When he thrust into her, the waves of her buttocks undulated like cushions, the plump flesh providing ample cushioning with each stroke, making the fucking intensely酣畅淋漓—truly a supreme earthly pleasure.
If Aunt Shen’s fiery, sexy figure was the ultimate cannon mount, then Xiao Shaowan’s round, perky bottom was still in its early stages. The carnal experience couldn’t compare to Aunt Shen’s, but it had its own unique flavor.
Yang Haoran slid his hands under Xiao Shaowan’s armpits, playing with her handful-sized snowballs, kneading them freely. He glanced at Yaoyao and said, “Stop recording. Come over here, lie beneath us, and lick us.”
Hearing her brother’s words, Yang Mengyao put down the phone, crawled over, and approached the two. But she looked somewhat lost, unsure what to do. Yang Haoran found it amusing and pointed to their joined hips. “While I’m fucking Wannu’s asshole, lie down and lift your head to lick beneath us. You can lick Wannu’s pussy or the base of my cock. Just keep your tongue out and lick continuously, understand?”