The next day, Yang Haoran slept in until past eight o’clock. Since it was Sunday, his mother and Yaoyao didn’t wake him.
After getting up, Yang Haoran went to the kitchen looking for food. There was breakfast left for him in the warming cabinet, clearly prepared by his mother.
Yang Haoran was already used to this. If there ever came a day when his mother didn’t take care of his three daily meals, he might actually feel a bit unaccustomed.
After finishing breakfast, and since he had made an appointment with Ji Youxi to arrive at her house at ten, Yang Haoran specifically took a shower and put on a casual outfit his mother had previously bought for him at the mall.
Feeling that the time was about right, Yang Haoran took a taxi to Aunt Shen’s place. He got two tubes of a mysterious liquid from Aunt Shen, tucked them into his pocket, and then had the driver take him to Ji Youxi’s home.
In front of Unit 4, third floor, Room 303, in the Yulong Bay residential complex, Yang Haoran, carrying a bag of fruit, knocked on the door.
On the way, he had asked the driver to stop so he could buy some fruit. Although he was very clear about the underlying purpose of today’s visit, Aunt Hao Lei was, after all, his girlfriend Ji Youxi’s mother. Superficial respect was something Yang Haoran wouldn’t neglect.
Not long after, the door opened to reveal Ji Youxi. Her beautiful eyes glanced over Yang Haoran, and her exquisite, flawless face broke into a slight smile. She was wearing a cream-white camisole that revealed her fair, fragrant shoulders and delicate collarbones on both sides. On the bottom, she had on a pair of light blue jeans and pink slippers.
“You’re actually quite punctual this time,” Ji Youxi said, having thought her boyfriend would cut it close.
“Hehe… the early bird catches the worm!” Yang Haoran joked. He glanced behind Ji Youxi but didn’t see Aunt Hao Lei. Surprised, he asked, “Is Auntie not home?”
Could he have been mistaken? Did his girlfriend not mean what he thought?
“Oh… she’s right here.”
As Ji Youxi spoke, she pushed the door wide open, revealing Hao Lei, who had been hiding behind it looking embarrassed. “Mom, come and meet your master!”
Yang Haoran was still feeling puzzled when he noticed the leather handle held in Ji Youxi’s previously partially concealed, fair, and soft hand. A silver chain extended from it to a collar around Aunt Hao Lei’s neck.
The beautiful woman had a bright and striking face, a slender willow-like waist, a tall figure, and voluptuous, heavy breasts with full, round hips.
Her delicate eyebrows were like distant green mountains, and her beautiful eyes resembled a shimmering, limpid autumn pool. Her tall, elegant nose was adorned with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, adding a touch of allure to her dignified demeanor.
Her two lush, crimson cherry lips were accentuated with bright red lip gloss, complemented by fashionable, sleek long hair, making her look elegant, refined, bright, and captivating.
She wore a deep gray casual OL-style dress that hugged her curvaceous, fiery figure.
Her perfectly round, enormous breasts swelled prominently, like majestic mountain peaks rising and falling.
Underneath, she had on a white bustier. The thin white fabric could barely contain the soft, massive mounds, revealing a generous portion of fair, creamy breast flesh and a deep cleavage. Even the cotton material showed a blurred highlight from the strain.
Her slender waist was cinched like aηΊ¦ζ (constraint), and the tight skirt only reached a third of the way down her thighs. Her full, beautiful hips curved elegantly on both sides.
Her two long, beautiful legs were clad in semi-transparent black stockings.
One leg was slightly forward, parted half a step.
Most of her plump, ample thigh was exposed, shimmering with a subtle, sleek sheen from the stockings.
Seven-centimeter red high heels were worn on her delicate, stockinged feet, further accentuating the voluptuous chest and buttocks of the stunning mature woman, making them appear even more lifted and prominent.
Due to her standing posture, the skirt seemed to have ridden up a bit, vaguely revealing a mysterious,ζ¦θ§ (hazy) dark shadow.
But upon closer look, it seemed like nothing was visibleβappearing and disappearing, tantalizing the senses, making one’s heart itch with desire and wander into fantasy.
Yang Haoran looked closely; it was indeed Ji Youxi’s mother, Hao Lei. She was already tall, and now, with black knee-high heels and the sophisticated dress of an urban beauty, she appeared to be over 1.8 meters, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Yet, around her fair neck was a black collar connected by a chain to Ji Youxi’s hand, making the hierarchy between the mother and daughter clear at a glance.
It was like a tall mare being led by its owner.
Just as Yang Haoran and Hao Lei exchanged glances, both feeling somewhat awkward, Ji Youxi beside them said leisurely, “I was afraid you might not be used to each other interacting like this for the first time. I had her dress normally so you two can get accustomed to each other.”
Is this normal? Yang Haoran wondered to himself.
He understood what Ji Youxi meantβthat she had already explained things to Aunt Hao Lei. Of course, since she had invited him over, she couldn’t very well spring it on them last minute.
Youxi’s consideration made sense. This wasn’t like his first visit anymore; their respective statuses had begun to change. This arrangement was clearly meant to preserve Aunt Hao Lei’s dignity and give her time to adjust.
As these thoughts flashed through Yang Haoran’s mind, he looked at the bright and alluring Aunt Hao Lei andδΈ»ε¨ (initiatively) greeted her with a smile: “Auntie, hello. I’ll be troubling you again.”
Hearing Yang Haoran’s familiar form of address, Hao Lei felt a slight reduction in her shame. Sheζζ ¨ (mused) inwardly that this child was polite and not overly eager, which made her relax a bit. She smiled and said, “Haoran, since Youxi is willing to share me with you, and you already know about our special relationship, we’re not outsiders anymore. There’s no trouble at all. Please, come in.”
As Yang Haoran stepped over the threshold, Ji Youxi handed him the leather handle. He took it naturally, the silver chain in his hand extending to the black collar around Aunt Hao Lei’s neck.
Seeing her daughter hand over the handle, Hao Lei knew what it meant. As Yang Haorman prepared to crouch down and change his shoes, she quickly said, “Haoran, there’s no need. Let Auntie do it.”
As she spoke, her face slightly flushed, Hao Lei crouched down. She helped Yang Haoran untie his shoelaces and held his foot, then fetched a brand new pair of men’s slippers from the nearby shoe rack and placed them by his feet, taking care of him with great attentiveness.
Being taken care of like this made Yang Haoran feel a bit unaccustomed. Although Auntie had been quite enthusiastic last time, it was worlds apart compared to now. It was as if he had been a guest before, but now he had become the “master”!
After Ji Youxi closed the door, she paid no attention to the scene between her boyfriend and her mother. Her stunning face showed no emotion as she led the way to the living room.
Yang Haoran and Hao Lei followed behindβor more accurately, he led the standing Aunt Hao Lei by the chain behind his girlfriend. If not for the gleaming silver chain connecting them, the scene might not have seemed strange at all.
Upon reaching the living room, just as Yang Haoran was about to sit next to his girlfriend Ji Youxi, she gave him a meaningful look. Understanding her signal, Yang Haoran instead sat on the three-person sofa opposite Ji Youxi.
Hao Lei followed Yang Haoran and, guided by the iron chain, sat right next to her “son-in-law,” not avoiding proximity anymore, pressing close against him. Across from them sat her daughter, Ji Youxi.
Their seating arrangement was quite peculiar. Although Yang Haoran and Ji Youxi were clearly the couple, Ji Youxi’s mother, Hao Lei, seemed more like Yang Haoran’s girlfriend, sitting pressed against him, their arms tightly touching. Yang Haoran’s arm could even feel the side of Aunt Hao Lei’s massive, soft mountainous breasts.
Hao Lei could clearly sense Yang Haoran’s body stiffening slightly. She linked her arm with his andδΈ»ε¨ (initiatively) rubbed slightly against him with her enormous breasts, letting him feel their softness. She said with a smile, “Haoran, relax. Don’t be restrained. Youxi has already told me everything. Since it’s her wish, Auntie will have to trouble you to teach me from now on.”
She had thought she would be unable to let go, but seeing that Yang Haoran was also uncomfortable, the advantage of her age instantly made her feel more natural.
Yang Haoran felt his arm sinking into a softness, and the other party was actively rubbing against him slightly. A faint, elegant fragrance lingered around his nose.
Hearing Aunt Hao Lei’s words, Yang Haoran’s heart also relaxed. He smiled and said, “Auntie, I was afraid you wouldn’t be used to it.”