After vigorously fucking Aunt Shen’s mouth for a full five or six minutes, Yang Haoran finally ejaculated, shooting like bullets deep into the moist, red depths of her mouth.
“Gulp…” Once Yang Haoran released his grip on her head and pulled out his penis, Shen Qing proactively swallowed his semen. She then wiped the corner of her mouth and smoothed her disheveled hair, tidying herself up slightly.
Looking at Yang Haoran’s satisfied expression, Shen Qing shot him a disdainful glance. Her full, cherry-like lips parted slightly, with a drop of white liquid still clinging to them. She said with a playful smile, “Are you satisfied now, little Haoran?”
Her tone was light and coquettish, as usual, seemingly unbothered by Yang Haoran’s rough treatment moments earlier.
Faced with Aunt Shen’s composure and her ability to speak to him so casually, Yang Haoran felt a sense of defeat. Was this really the kind of woman he could conquer?
“Aunt Shen, clean me up,” Yang Haoran said, avoiding the question of whether he was satisfied. His tone, however, had unconsciously softened.
“Alright.”
Shen Qing did not refuse. She lowered her head and proactively extended her delicate, pink tongue. First, she circled the red glans, cleaning off the sticky fluid on its surface. Then, her tongue tip probed into the coronal sulcus, meticulously cleaning the hidden grime deep within. Once she had loosened it, she curled her tongue, gathering the filth into her mouth, and with a swallow, sent it down her throat.
Next, she licked every inch of Yang Haoran’s thick, long penis until the entire shaft was glossy, shiny, and spotless.
Just as Shen Qing was about to take Yang Haoran’s penis into her mouth again, he stopped her. “That’s enough. If you keep licking, I won’t be able to control myself again.”
“If you can’t control yourself, then don’t,” Shen Qing said with a playful blink, pointing a delicate finger at her lush, red lips. “I don’t mind you fucking them again.”
“Forget it, we’ll save it for another time,” Yang Haoran replied. He knew that only he had enjoyed himself earlier—Aunt Shen had purely endured it. Naturally, he couldn’t bring himself to agree.
Compared to Aunt Shen’s mouth, he was far more eager for her pussy.
Yang Haoran lifted Aunt Shen’s left breast, hefting its weight. The sensation was slippery, soft, and heavy, like a large balloon filled with water. He took the nipple clamp, its sharp teeth glinting coldly, and clamped it onto Aunt Shen’s tender, pink nipple.
Noticing Yang Haoran’s action of weighing her breast, Shen Qing gazed at him with soft, seductive eyes, her gaze shifting fluidly. Her vermilion lips parted as she said in a sugary voice, “Little Haoran, you’ve measured Sister’s breasts now. When will you find the time to measure Ruoxi’s? Remember to tell Auntie whose are bigger when you’re done.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qing suddenly felt a crushing, biting pain in her nipple. She glanced down and saw her delicate nipple tightly gripped by the clamp’s sharp teeth, flattened and slightly deformed.
Beneath the nipple clamp hung a small golden bell.
The clamp looked like a decorative accessory for a pet, now adorning the summit of her snow-white, full, and rounded breast.
A closer look revealed a vast expanse of snow-white, punctuated by a single point of red—the ruby-like nipple gripped by the clamp, with the little bell hanging beneath it, evoking a distinct sense of pet-like adornment.
“Someday, I’ll have both Aunt Shen and Mom kneel before me so I can carefully examine and compare them. Then I’ll give you your answer,” Yang Haoran said offhandedly as he applied the humiliating nipple clamp to Aunt Shen’s other tender, delicate nipple in the same manner.
“Mmm~” Shen Qing let out a soft moan as she felt the pain from her nipples. Her expression was full of allure and pleasure, as if the pain was a form of unique gratification for her.
Watching Aunt Shen moan so lewdly, Yang Haoran couldn’t resist slapping her snow-white, massive breast.
Smack… ding-a-ling…
A crisp slapping sound rang out. The towering mountain of flesh seemed to experience an earthquake, shaking and quivering. Waves of flesh rippled across the enormous breast, swaying incessantly, while the clear, ringing sound of the bell accompanied the motion like background music.
Yang Haoran watched the trembling, jiggly, pale breast and commented, “Such vulgar tits.”
Shen Qing showed no sense of insult. Instead, she gave Yang Haoran a seductive smile and said, “Aunt Shen is just a bitch, after all. How could her tits not be vulgar?”
Then, her expression shifted, and she suddenly adopted a pitiful look, sighing, “It’s just that this bitch gets a bit lonely all by herself. It would be nice if Ruoxi could keep me company.”
Yang Haoran felt his emotions stirred by Aunt Shen’s words. Even though he knew she was deliberately provoking him, he couldn’t help but say, “Don’t worry, Aunt Shen. You were as close as sisters when you were human. When you become my bitches, I’ll keep you in the same cage.”
“Then make sure the cage is big enough. Preferably a custom-made one. If you don’t have enough money, little Haoran, Auntie can buy it for you,” Shen Qing suggested thoughtfully. “Even if Ruoxi becomes a bitch, given her cold personality and her looks, she’d be a noble breed. If the cage isn’t luxuriously and grandly decorated, she’d never agree to live in it.”
Yang Haoran, caught up in Aunt Shen’s words, couldn’t help but fantasize. “We could buy a large villa in a remote area, preferably with a grassland and fresh air. I could take you both out for walks in my free time, let you bask in the sun. We could even hire a Michelin chef to prepare delicious meals and serve them to you in your cage.”
“Giggle…” Shen Qing laughed, her body trembling with amusement. “Little Haoran, you’re really dreaming now. I bet even if Ruoxi became a bitch, with her personality, if you tried to make her live in a cage, she’d grab a whip and thrash her unfilial son.”
Yang Haoran thought of his mother’s stunningly beautiful yet cold face. The idea of making her live in a cage and the consequences that would follow sent a shiver down his spine. He said sheepishly, “I wouldn’t make Mom live in a cage all the time. Just occasionally, to satisfy me. She couldn’t possibly refuse that, right?”
Hearing this, Shen Qing seemed to ponder the possibility. After a moment’s thought, she said, “If you throw a tantrum, beg Ruoxi earnestly, and with my help, it might not be impossible to get her into a cage.”
She was aware of everything. Given the existence of the Fallen Angel game and Ruoxi’s profession, it was only a matter of time before she became little Haoran’s bitch. When that time came, with her own fanning the flames and setting an example, coupled with little Haoran’s desperate pleas, Ruoxi might eventually agree to satisfy her son’s perverted desires.
If little Haoran knew about the Fallen Angel game, it would be even simpler—just issue a task.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out was, given Ruoxi’s personality and her role as a mother, how had she ended up choosing the “bitch” profession in the first place?
When Shen Qing was selecting her profession, she had casually asked Liu Ruoxi about hers and was told “companion.” Shen Qing knew Ruoxi well, and her choosing companion made sense—among the six professions, companion had the fewest restrictions and wasn’t laden with perverted requirements. But Ruoxi’s expression at the time had made her suspicious.
She had tried to subtly probe Barbatos for information about Ruoxi’s profession, but Barbatos refused, citing that the mission contract was not yet complete. He explained that professions could only be viewed mutually after forming a team and that he couldn’t break the rules.
However, rules were meant to be bent. Barbatos had long been dissatisfied with Liu Ruoxi’s lack of respect for the great Lord Barbatos. So, he gave a simple, easily understood example, indirectly revealing the answer to Shen Qing.