Yang Haoran was thoroughly enjoying this moment, stroking Yaoyao’s and Wenwen’s hair as if affirming the two girls’ performance. In his eyes, whether it was Yaoyao or Wenwen, they were both his playthings.
They deserved to kneel on the ground like lowly creatures to serve him. He was their heaven, their master!
Even his girlfriend, Ji Youxi, was made to kneel and give him oral sex—both to emphasize their inferior status and to satisfy his own desire for conquest.
“Brother, does it feel good?”
Yang Mengyao felt her mouth getting sore. She released the cock she had been licking until it was slick and shiny, then lifted her beautiful eyes to look at her brother.
“Feels good. Yaoyao is getting better and better at sucking.”
Yang Haoran did not hold back his praise. This little girl’s oral skills were becoming increasingly proficient. Even an outsider, watching her skilled movements of taking it in and out, would know she had tasted many men’s cocks.
Hearing her brother’s praise, Yang Mengyao contentedly lowered her head again and took her brother’s large glans into her mouth. Her soft tongue swirled and licked, sucking as she savored the pre-cum secreting from the slit.
Her pure, innocent face paired with such lewd and debased actions was enough to make one’s blood boil and dark desires surge.
However, having just fucked his sister, Yang Haoran was able to remain calm for the moment. Lying still, he let Yaoyao continue servicing his lower brother. There was no need for him to rush into pounding Yaoyao’s little sister.
After a while, Yang Haoran had rested enough. Dissatisfied with Yaoyao’s pace and knowing her mouth was sore, he told her to keep his cock in her mouth. Then, holding her head, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, taking control.
Yang Mengyao didn’t dare move. Kneeling, she let the thick, hard cock beneath her eyelids thrust in and out of her mouth. Each time it hit the back of her throat, it made sparkling drool trickle from the corners of her mouth.
Yang Haoran didn’t care whether Yaoyao was uncomfortable or not. He only focused on venting his animalistic desires. Yaoyao’s obedient demeanor only fueled his savagery further. With each deep thrust, his hips slammed against Yaoyao’s cheeks, producing sharp, slapping sounds that excited him even more.
He loved tormenting his women like this—especially Yaoyao, with her obedient nature. The fact that she was his biological sister added a sense of guilt, which only made him more aroused.
Slap… Mmmph… Slap… Mmmh… Slap… Mmm…
Amid the sounds of impact and the lewd noises spilling from Yang Mengyao’s throat, Yang Haoran’s thrusts grew faster and faster. Yang Mengyao’s face began to hurt, her expression on the verge of tears. Yet she didn’t dare stop her brother from using her mouth for his release. She could only endure the discomfort like a prop, accepting the massive object ravaging her mouth—because it was her brother’s!
“Hah…”
As pleasure built up to its peak, Yang Haoran swiftly pulled his cock out of Yaoyao’s mouth. Instead, he pulled over the dazed Wenwen, sternly ordering her to open her mouth. Zhou Wenwen sub obeyed, and Yang Haoran thrust his veiny, large cock directly inside. After pumping a dozen times, he shuddered and ejaculated into Wenwen’s mouth.
“Brother, how could you do this?”
Yang Haoran was still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm when a tearful, coquettish voice reached his ears. He turned to see Yaoyao crying, her beautiful eyes filled with grievance as she glared at him.
“Huh? What’s wrong, Yaoyao?”
Yang Haoran was confused, unable to grasp what had upset her.
“This was mine.”
Yang Mengyao pointed at Zhou Wenwen, who was puffing her cheeks to prevent the semen from spilling out. She was both angry and wronged. “I worked so hard for so long, and you gave it to her? Why?”
Seeing Yaoyao’s anger, Yang Haoran finally understood. Amused, he said to Wenwen, “Wenwen, give it to Yaoyao.”
Zhou Wenwen’s mouth was full of the pungent, odorous semen. She wasn’t particularly fond of tasting male ejaculate, so upon hearing Yang Haoran’s command, she leaned in to kiss Yaoyao and transfer it to her.
“I don’t want it anymore!”
Unexpectedly, Yang Mengyao turned her face away, sniffling, unwilling to accept it.
“Didn’t you want it just a moment ago?”
“You didn’t give it to me, so I don’t want it now.”
Hearing Yaoyao’s sulky tone, Yang Haoren allowed her to throw her tantrum. After all, this was indeed the fruit of Yaoyao’s labor. Smiling wryly, he said to Wenwen, “Consider it a reward for you. Swallow it.”
Compared to Yaoyao, Zhou Wenwen didn’t have the luxury of being willful. Her throat moved as she swallowed her master’s semen.
This, in turn, aroused the envy of the maid who had been standing by all along. She was also on duty today, yet despite being fully dressed, her master hadn’t even glanced her way. It wasn’t as if she were unattractive—though her breasts were a bit on the smaller side.
“Is everything ready?”
Yang Haoran turned to her. The maid respectfully replied, “Master, everything is prepared. Let me take you there.”
Yang Haoran brought Yaoyao and Wenwen with him, following the maid to a brightly lit room in the villa.
The room was quite spacious. Facing the window was a white table resembling an operating table, with silver shackles positioned near each of its four corners.
Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the operating table. The atmosphere wasn’t dark or oppressive—instead, it felt like something permitted to exist openly under the sun.
Near the corner beside the operating table stood a glass cabinet filled with various small tools and devices.
Yang Haoran naturally knew all of this had been arranged by Aunt Shen. Inside the cabinet were two bottles of lactagogues, syringes, and other items. The silver nipple rings prepared for Yaoyao—he had brought them himself, stored in a small box.
Yang Haoran instructed Yaoyao to lie down on the operating table. Perhaps because the environment was relatively bright, Yang Mengyao felt slightly less panicked. Pressing her lips together, she obediently climbed onto the operating table and lay flat on its slightly warm surface.
Zhou Wenwen and the maid nearby were responsible for fastening Yaoyao’s limbs to the table with shackles, rendering her unable to move. This was also to prevent her from struggling and hurting herself later on.