This piqued Yang Mengyao’s curiosity, and she asked, “Is it because she has bigger breasts? Is she the type who looks youthful and petite?”
Yang Mengyao remembered that her brother often described her as having a “loli face and huge breasts.” He had mentioned her briefly before, noting that she had a partner, and that her brother collected images of the two of them as a “loli-faced, big-breasted” duo.
“Ah! Yao Yao, youβre quite sharp. She fits the ‘loli face and huge breasts’ description even better, though sheβs a bit different from you, Yao Yao. You can still grow taller. In the future, you might develop into a busty, mature beauty type.”
“Sheβs differentβsheβs already graduated from university. She hasnβt grown taller since middle school, and her face looks like a little girlβs, but her tits are every bit as big as yours, Yao Yao.”
In the past, Yang Mengyao had found her large breasts bothersome, but after learning how much her brother liked them, she began to take pride in them. Hearing her brotherβs comparison, she felt a bit competitive: “My tits can still get biggerβbig enough to rival Teacher Guβs, no problem. Besides, my breasts are very soft and feel wonderful to touch, and my nipples are pink and tender. Shaowan and Youxi both say my breasts are perfectly shaped.”
Yang Haoran inwardly agreed with Yao Yaoβs assessment and said with a smile, “Sheβs already graduated from university, so her breasts wonβt get any bigger from here on.”
“Yao Yao, you still have potential. With a little more ‘development’ from your big brother, surpassing her will be easy.”
“Oh, rightβusually, a dose of lactation stimulants can add another cup size or two. You might outgrow her very soon, Yao Yao.”
However, Yang Mengyao didnβt seem pleased by this idea. Instead, she complained quietly, “Brother, you donβt understandβhaving overly large breasts isnβt always good, either. When I sit at my desk in class, my breasts already rest on the desktop.”
“Male teachers donβt look at me firstβthey look at my breasts on the desk. Even if they quickly avert their eyes, Yao Yao knows theyβre no different from the boys in class.”
Yang Haoran thought about Yao Yao sitting in the front row of the classroom, exceptionally endowed as she was. Indeed, if he were a male teacher, he would also find it difficult to resist stealing a glance.
“How about this: when youβre assigned to a new class in your second year of high school, donβt sit in the front row. The back is much betterβyouβll have a broader view, and teachers usually wonβt pay as much attention.”
“No way… I want to be class president!”
“Why?”
Yang Mengyao pouted and replied, “If Iβm not class president, how can I cover for you if you donβt do your homework or cause trouble, Brother?”
Yang Haoran was both touched and amused: “So youβre planning to abuse your power for personal gain?”
“Itβs only because youβve always caused trouble in class since we were little. Otherwise, I wouldnβt have had to be class president all the time.”
Yang Haoran thought about it and had to admit it was true. Ever since they were young, every time class monitor elections were held, Yao Yao was the first to sign up. Crucially, she had always done an excellent job as class presidentβher teachers were satisfied, and the boys were especially supportive.
So every time Yao Yao became class president, it was practically by popular demand.
The siblings chatted idly until they reached the bus stop. Soon, a bus pulled up slowly. Yang Haoran checked the route number, confirmed it was the right one, and led Yao Yao to the back seats.
This time, the driver was a middle-aged woman. She looked ordinary but was quite talkative and eager to share.
Perhaps because she saw Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao were students, she started talking about her sonβs performance at school, her words unintentionally brimming with pride.
When Yang Haoran heard that her son consistently ranked first in his grade, he was impressed. He asked which school her son attended and learned it was the neighboring Second High School.
No wonderβSecond High was also a well-known public school, producing several students accepted into Tsinghua and Peking University each year. Although it was always slightly overshadowed by Yulin High, its teaching faculty was still formidable.
Barring any unexpected circumstances, her son was practically guaranteed a spot at Tsinghua or Peking Universityβno wonder his mother was so proud.
Unlike before, Yang Haoran didnβt put himself down. Instead, he cheerfully praised her son, letting her bask in the pride.
When they got off, the driver even waived their bus fare, which Yang Haoran never expected. When he asked why, she explained that it was her sonβs birthday today. Driving the bus was just a side tripβshe was actually on her way to buy him a birthday cake. Since she took a liking to the two of them, she decided not to charge them.
After entering the pet manor, Yang Mengyao teased Yang Haoran: “Brother, you really made that auntie happyβotherwise, why would she let us ride for free?”
“Donβt talk nonsense. She was just happy because itβs her sonβs birthday today.”
Yang Haoran rubbed his nose, refusing to admit it.
“Is this how you act with Mom, too?”
“Heh… Yao Yao, youβre underestimating Mom. Sheβs not that easy toε.”
“Then, Brother, how did you and Mom end up like that?”
Yang Mengyao had always been curious about this. She remembered how strict Mom had always been with Brother and how afraid Brother was of Mom. It was hard to imagine how Brother could have trained strict Mom into becoming his bitch.
On the way, Yang Haoran had already told Yao Yao about how he had lewdly played with Mom that morning.
The certainty in her brotherβs tone made it hard for Yang Mengyao to disbelieve him. Besides, she had long known about the affair between Brother and Mom. Still, she couldnβt understand how Mom, like her, could become Brotherβs bitch.
She had even wondered if Brother had raped Mom and then used threats to force her into submission, slowly evolving into their current relationship. But Yang Mengyao kept these suspicions to herself and naturally didnβt bring them up with Yang Haoran.
Yao Yaoβs question reminded Yang Haoran of the night they crossed the line between mother and son. How could he possibly tell Yao Yao that Mom hadδΈ»ε¨ come to him in the middle of the night and ended up getting knocked up by him?
So Yang Haoran just smiled and didnβt answer.
Once Momβs belly grew a bit bigger, he planned to tie her up like a pregnant sow and play with her. By then, her breasts should be lactating, and Yao Yao would likely see it for herself.
Yang Haoran loved seeing Mom like thisβangry yet helpless, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his lewd games.
The siblings chatted as they walked, taking nearly seven or eight minutes to reach the villa.
The surroundings were beautiful and serene, soothing Yang Mengyaoβs moodβuntil she saw two skimpily dressed bunny girls guarding the villaβs main entrance.
They were tall and attractiveβthe kind of beauties you might see anywhereβyet here they stood like hostesses, their shapely figures wrapped in revealing, sexy bunny outfits, stationed by the vermilion gates of the villa.
Yang Haoran had some impression of them, but it was vague, and he wasnβt particularly interested.
“Welcome home, Master!”
As Yang Haoran passed, the two bunny girls bowed deeply, their low-cut necklines gaping to reveal snowy glimpses of cleavage, hoping to attract their masterβs attention.
Whether it was Tang Wenqian or Zhou Wenwen, who often boasted to them about the benefits she received, both had gained this young manβs favor.
Unlike the low-key Tang Wenqian, who rarely returned to the pet manor, Zhou Wenwen had a stronger desire to share and was more vainβperhaps toζ©η the humiliation of being forced to wear nipple rings. The favors Liu Ruoxi granted her became topics ofη«θ among the other girls in the manor.
Even though they worked together and had all undergone various debauched games, the other girls couldnβt help feeling envy and jealousy toward Zhou Wenwen. Whenever it was Zhou Wenwenβs turn to play the bitch, the other sisters grew more excited, humiliating and playing with her even more intensely, often leaving Zhou Wenwen suffering considerably.
But for many of these girls, that was as far as it went. Rather than envying Zhou Wenwen, they aspired to become the next Zhou Wenwen.
As for having to wear nipple ringsβto these girls, the reward of an apartment was well worth a set of rings. If they had known about such benefits earlier, they would have fought tooth and nail for the opportunity.
In truth, these girls were very pragmaticβwith the exception of Tang Wenqian. That was why Shen Qing had pleaded specially on Tang Wenqianβs behalfβbecause the other girls who came here were far from innocent.
Yang Haoran glanced briefly at their pale, ample chests but felt little interest. He took the curious Yao Yao by the hand and led her into the villaβs main hall.