Yang Haoran used a syringe to draw the liquid from the lactagogue bottle. One bottle was almost exactly enough for one syringe. He then pushed the plunger to expel the air until a drop of liquid overflowed from the needle tip.
He knew that air must not be injected into the human body. Yang Haoran had done his research thoroughly. Whether it was for Hao Lei, his girlfriend Ji Youxi’s mother, or for his own younger sister, he dared not be negligent and had long since prepared meticulously.
These were all his ideas, so he had to take responsibility for them.
Yang Haoran walked over to Yaoyao. Seeing him approach, she fearfully closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily, her palms clenched tightly.
Before him were Yaoyao’s towering breasts, like inverted sea bowls, with skin delicate and lustrous white as snow. The proudly erect, bright red cherries were as enchanting as red jade, glistening enticingly. Under the bright light, Yang Haoran could even see the veins beneath Yaoyao’s massive breasts, appearing crystalline and translucent.
It had to be said that Yaoyao’s supple breasts were the most beautiful Yang Haoran had ever seen on a girl her age. Whether it was their shape, feel, or elasticity, they were exceptional—perhaps a talent inherited from her mother.
Among the women he had been with, he had never seen the full appearance of his girlfriend Ji Youxi’s breasts, though he had felt them a few times. Her C-cup breasts were just the right size for him to hold, one in each hand, and playing with them was quite pleasurable, each having their own merits compared to Yaoyao’s.
The advantage of his girlfriend Ji Youxi’s breasts was that once he held them, he could knead and shape them freely in his palms, fully mastering his girlfriend. Yaoyao’s breasts, however, were too large for him to hold entirely in one hand, yet he could still knead them freely, sculpting them into various shapes under his palms.
Yang Haoran pinched one of Yaoyao’s tender pink buds, kneading it until it swelled and engorged with blood. Feeling it was about right, he comforted her:
“Yaoyao, don’t be afraid. It’ll be over quickly.”
Yang Mengyao quietly opened her eyes a slit, only to see her brother approaching her nipple with a syringe. The slender silver needle glinted menacingly in the sunlight, appearing utterly terrifying to her. Her face turned pale with fear, and she quickly shut her eyes again, as if by not looking, none of this was real.
Yang Haoran’s hand was steady. He forced himself to calm down, took aim at Yaoyao’s pink nipple—smaller and more delicate than her aunt’s, making targeting more difficult—and gently tried a few times. He felt that simply stabbing straight in had too high a margin for error, with a high likelihood of missing and piercing Yaoyao’s breast instead.
If that happened, Yaoyao would be crying and fussing again later.
This really wasn’t an easy job. Yang Haoran sighed inwardly, resolving to leave professional matters to professionals in the future. Fortunately, Ji Youxi’s mother, Hao Lei, was a doctor.
For now, though, he had to tough it out.
Taking a deep breath, under the gaze of Zhou Wenwen and the maid beside her, Yang Haoran withdrew his right hand holding the syringe slightly, pinched Yaoyao’s tender bud with his left hand, and thrust straight into the cherry-like nipple. The sharp silver needle pierced the nipple, a trace of blood welling up like the first bloom of a winter plum.
The needle penetrated Yaoyao’s snow-white, massive breast. Yang Mengyao grunted in pain, biting her lip, but did not cry out, nor did she dare open her eyes to look.
Zhou Wenwen beside her was so frightened she closed her eyes, and the maid was no different.
Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief and slowly pushed the plunger, injecting the lactagogue into Yaoyao’s breast.
Moments later, perhaps encouraged by his first success, Yang Haoran appeared more composed as he repeated the process, injecting another syringe of lactagogue into Yaoyao’s other breast.
Throughout the entire process, Yaoyao did not cry out in pain, only her face turned slightly pale, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on her fair forehead like bamboo shoots after rain, and she bit her lower lip tightly.
Yang Haoran was sweating too, though from nervousness. Zhou Wenwen used a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Yang Haoran looked at Yaoyao’s pale face and asked with concern, “Yaoyao, how do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”
Hearing her brother’s voice, Yang Mengyao slowly opened her eyes. Her brother, Zhou Wenwen, and the maid were all looking at her. Frowning, she gazed at her brother with a face full of grievance: “Brother, it feels a bit hot inside my breasts. Is it done now?”
“Yaoyao, the heat is the lactagogue slowly taking effect. It’s a normal phenomenon.”
Reassured by Yaoyao’s description, Yang Haoran saw the hopeful look in her beautiful eyes but shook his head: “Close your eyes. It’ll be over soon.”
Yang Haoran didn’t want Yaoyao to see the cruel scene of the nipple ring piercing through her nipple, lest every time she saw her own rings, she would recall this moment.
Once Yaoyao obediently closed her eyes and waited, Yang Haoran took out his small box and opened it. Inside lay a pair of gleaming silver nipple rings, slightly larger than a normal ring—about large enough to allow his finger to hook through and pull playfully.
Yang Haoran picked up one ring, took out his phone, and opened the small app sent by Ji Youxi to unlock the internal lock of the pair of rings. Then he gently pulled the ring apart. It separated into two semicircles as if breaking at one point. One end was hollow, the other was hook-like, with an extremely sharp, pointed tip gleaming coldly.
It was actually similar to a mortise and tenon structure, pieced together, but with an internal latch that required the program to unlock before it could be pulled apart.
These rings weren’t meant to be permanent once put on. Modern craftsmanship was more than capable of making small items like nipple rings extremely precise, not only capable of locking into a woman’s nipple piercings but also having functions like releasing small electric currents.
This step was relatively simpler. Yang Haoran pinched the hook-like end and pierced it through Yaoyao’s nipple. As a few traces of blood welled up, Yang Haoran simultaneously fastened the two ends together, forming a complete circular ring.
Yaoyao felt a pain in her nipple, then a cool object resting against her breast. She clenched her silver teeth, not making a sound.
Yaoyao was braver than Yang Haoran had expected, which made the process much smoother. He repeated the process, piercing the other nipple ring through Yaoyao’s nipple, joining and fastening the two ends together seamlessly, making it look like a single, unified whole.
Towering, fair, snow-white massive breasts, with two exquisite, bright buds standing proudly at their peaks, now adorned with a pair of delicate and aesthetically pleasing silver rings.
Just as humans know the soft spot of cattle, piercing nose rings through their nostrils to control them for plowing fields, Yaoyao’s nipple rings were like nose rings for cattle—Yang Haoran’s means of controlling Yaoyao, reducing her to a milk-producing heifer.
Yaoyao’s massive breasts, having been injected with lactagogue, were bound to experience the pain of engorgement. By controlling the switches on her nipple piercings, Yang Haoran could easily force her to submit, making her his plaything for life. This was both Yang Haoran’s selfishness and his insurance.
Actually, he didn’t really believe Yaoyao would betray him; it was more his desire for control at work.
If Yaoyao were plain-looking, it might be different, but with her innocent face and stunning figure, she was destined to be highly sought after by men on campus.
Who wouldn’t want to take such a captivating beauty into their arms for exclusive enjoyment?
Even Yang Haoran, as her brother, was no exception.
“Alright, untie Yaoyao.”
Pleased with his handiwork upon seeing the silver nipple rings adorning Yaoyao’s massive breasts, Yang Haoran instructed Wenwen and the others to release the shackles on Yaoyao’s limbs. The first thing Yaoyao did was look down at her chest.
Her view blocked by her own ample bosom, Yang Mengyao couldn’t see the ends of the rings, only the front halves piercing through her nipples, hanging on her breasts, with a slightly cool sensation.
She couldn’t help but touch them. The rings felt relatively smooth and rounded, like small trinkets, similar to those delicate little accessories, with the only difference being that these rings were pierced through her body.
“How does it feel?”
Watching Yaoyao touch the rings on her chest, Yang Haoran asked.
“Won’t people at school notice if I wear these?”
“You’ll be wearing a bra; how could anyone possibly see?” Yang Haoran reassured her.
She pouted and coquettishly said, “Brother, do they look good?”
She arched her back slightly, presenting that pair of snow-white massive breasts adorned with nipple rings to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran didn’t hold back either, touching them and teasing: “Yaoyao, you’re just suited to be a milk cow. Brother is the farmer who raises you.”
“Hmph! Yaoyao hasn’t been a person for a long time; she’s just brother’s plaything.”
Yang Mengyao muttered softly.
Yang Haoran tapped her little nose and said with a laugh, “Then are you willing to be brother’s plaything, to be a female animal, and let brother take care of you?”