He Muchenโs body was still trembling slightly from the aftermath. Not daring to delay, she climbed up and knelt on the bed, presenting her plump rear to the boy behind her.
Looking at the round, enticingly large and fleshy buttocks before him, Yang Haoran gave them a slap, sending ripples through the generous flesh. This was the very plump pussy his best friend Wei Ming had fantasized about day and night, yet he had mercilessly played with it using his fingers until she climaxed. Now, she was kneeling with her ass raised high, as if actively offering up her fat cunt. Yang Haoran, however, had already plunged his huge cock into it countless times.
He gripped the sides of He Muchenโs snow-white, full buttocks, thrusting his hips. His thick, lengthy penis slid in most of the way. It was only because Aunt Heโs ass was so voluptuous and her crevice so deep that he needed to thrust forcefully to bury himself to the hilt.
“Mmm… feels so good! I just love fucking a big-assed bitch like you. So damn comfortable. Iโll break in your asshole soon, fuck your tight little ass with my cock.”
Yang Haoran pumped his hips, beginning to vent his sexual desires. He Muchenโs snow-white, ample buttocks, like fleshy cushions, were held firmly as he rapidly thrust into her. With each powerful impact, layers of lewd, undulating waves of flesh swayed, accompanied by the womanโs alluring moans, echoing throughout the master bedroom.
Thinking of his best friend Wei Ming, who desired but could not obtain what he had, and remembering that the moaning mature woman beneath him was Wei Mingโs beautiful mother, Yang Haoran grunted and thrust even more fiercely, fucking with wild abandon. The sharp, loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh rang outๆฅไฟๅไบฎ็่ไฝ็ขฐๆๅฃฐๅชๅชไฝๅ.
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In another room, Wei Ming smoked a cigarette, his face etched with bitterness and his mood intensely irritable.
Even if he tried not to pay attention, his ears still caught, faintly but unmistakably, the sounds of intense lovemaking. Those licentious noises seemed to permeate everything,ๅคนๆ็ๅฆๅฆๅๆ็ๅปๅๅคนๆ็his motherโs suppressed moans.
Wei Ming couldn’t even be bothered toๅๆงฝๅ็ณhis best friend was an animal anymore. At least from a man’s perspective, Haori (่ๅญ, “Mouse”) was someone he could only worship.
However, the thought that the person Haori was relentlessly pounding was his own mother made Wei Ming feel utterly wretched and depressed. Smoking offered a temporary relief from his thousands of worries.
Over half an hour later, at 2:15 PMโwith school starting at 2:30โWei Ming had no choice but to go knock on the door of his motherโs master bedroom.
“Haori, what time is it? Are we still going to school or not?”
Separated only by a wall, those obscene sounds became even more distinct. The crisp sound of flesh colliding echoed sharply, while the trembling, hoarse moans escaping the womanโs throat seemed increasingly captivating and heart-stirring.
Moments later, Yang Haoran pushed the door open, looking vibrant and full of energy. Though he had put his clothes back on, sweat poured from his forehead like rain, and his handsome, well-defined face was flushed with warmth.
“Let me grab a towel to wipe off this sweat. Wait a second, Xiao Mingzi.”
“How’s my mom?” Wei Ming asked.
Just as Yang Haoran was closing the door, Wei Ming caught a fleeting glimpse inside. He saw his mother lying on her side on the bed, covered by a quilt, her wavy hair spread across the sheets. Her fair neck glistened with fragrant sweat, shimmering under the light.
The view of any intimate scene was blocked by the quilt, so Yang Haoran naturally wasnโt worried about Wei Ming seeing anything inappropriate. He headed towards the bathroom, saying as he walked, “Aunt He is fine, just tired and needs to rest for a bit.”
Watching Haori enter the bathroom, Wei Ming couldnโt help but spit out in frustration: “Pah… damn Haori, not treating my mother with any care, tormenting her like this…”
His tone couldnโt conceal a thread of envy. He finally understood why his mother was so infatuated with Haori. After being thoroughly satisfied, his mother, when she dressed up on ordinary days, seemed to radiate a rejuvenated glow, as if nourished by sweet dew, appearing delicate and vibrantly beautiful.
Yang Haoran and Wei Ming arrived at school for their afternoon classes, nearly late. They rushed and just managed to reach the classroom as the bell rang.
As light shifted and shadows transformed, the setting sun gradually sank, and Yang Haoran arrived home.
After dinner, Yang Haoran dutifully returned to his room to study, while Yang Mengyao seemed preoccupied and deeply worried.
Even though her brother hadnโt mentioned it, she knew that tomorrow he would take her to get her breasts pierced and have rings put in. The fear of the unknown filled the innocent young girl with anxiety and unease.
Hiding in her room, she searched for all sorts of information about breast rings. Afterwards, she contacted her close friend Xiao Shaowan, hoping she could accompany her.
Xiao Shaowan didnโt dare make this decision on her own and secretly sent a private message to Yang Haoran, which interrupted him while he was studying.
Picking up his phone and reading the message from Xiao Shaowan, Yang Haoranโs brow furrowed for a moment before smoothing out. He replied, telling Wan Nu (ๅฉๅฅด, “Docile Slave” – likely a nickname for Xiao Shaowan) to refuse Yao Yao’s (็ถ็ถ) request.
There were two reasons. First, if Xiao Shaowan accompanied Yao Yao, although it would reassure Yao Yao considerably, it would weaken the sense of dependence Yao Yao would feel towards him, her brother, in her state of fear and anxiety. He needed Yao Yao to be obedient and dependent solely on him, and only him. Second, Yao Yao wasnโt a child anymore; he didnโt think she needed Wan Nuโs accompaniment.
It was a pity that since being interrogated by his mother last time, Yang Haoran now dared not have much contact with Yao Yao at home. He didnโt even dare enter her bedroom anymore. Otherwise, he could have gone in to comfort the little girl.
After all, she was his biological younger sister. Yang Haoran sometimes felt a pang of heartache for her. However, every time he saw Yao Yaoโs innocent, pretty face and her youthful appearance paired with her incredibly voluptuous figure, he couldnโt help but feel rising urges to bully and ravish her. Driven by desire, he preferred to hear Yao Yaoโs pleading cries beneath him.
It was only now, in the dead of night with a calm heart, that he could remember his duty as an elder brother. He could only guarantee that Yao Yao would be bullied and have his animalistic desires satisfied only by him and the women around him. He would never allow any other male to so much as touch a single hair on Yao Yao.
This was the complex psychology of human nature intertwined with desireโhighly contradictory. A manโs possessiveness, the destructive urge towards pure and beautiful things, and the perverse pleasure derived from tormenting and ravishing were all intertwined, making it impossible for Yang Haoran to stop walking this path.
He was no saint, no Liu Xiahui (a historical figure famed for his self-control with women). Given Yao Yaoโs looks and figure, he didnโt believe for a second that any of the boys in their class hadnโt fantasized about pinning Yao Yao beneath them and having their way with her.
After replying to Xiao Shaowanโs message, Yang Haoran asked about Wan Nuโthat pitiable woman ravaged by time, her beauty faded. Though only in her thirties or forties, an age where some could maintain fair, radiant skin and appear like charming, alluring noblewomen, Wan Nuโs mother had aged excessively, looking no different from a woman in her fifties or sixties.
Yang Haoran felt a wave of pity for this unfortunate mother and daughter pair, Xiao Shaowan and her mother. He inquired in detail. From Xiao Shaowanโs reply, he learned that she had rented a new, more spacious and brighter apartment for her mother.
Their previous dwelling had been too narrow, cramped, and dimly lit, merely adequate for the mother and daughter to shelter in. Now, Xiao Shaowan wanted to provide a better environment for her mother.
Then there was the matter of the several tens of thousands of yuan she tried to give to her mother. Her mother refused to accept it. Xiao Shaowan coaxed her, saying that if she didnโt take it, the boyfriend she had found would take the money backโthat it was meant for her.
In the end, Wan Nuโs mother accepted the money, only to give it right back to Wan Nu. It seemed like a simple transaction, but it contained a motherโs profound love for her daughter. Yang Haoran couldnโt help but sigh ruefully upon reading this.
Since that was the case, Yang Haoran told Xiao Shaowan to keep the money. Doing good deeds could make someone who had committed wrongs feel more at ease, their thoughts clearer.
However, Yang Haoran didnโt believe he had done anything particularly wrong. What happened to Xiao Shaowanโs mother was an unfortunate accident. While he had had certain thoughts, he hadnโt yet had time to act on them. Moreover, the perpetrator had fled the scene; it was he who had used years of saved-up pocket money to satisfy the hospitalโs demands.
At the end of her message, Xiao Shaowan mentioned that she wanted him to find time to meet her mother. Yang Haoran agreed to accompany her back home next week.