โYou donโt need to take the stockings off.โ
Yang Haoranโs gaze swept over the sheer, transparent black pantyhose, which clung tightly to her buttocks, tracing the alluring curves of her peach-like shape. Theๆฆ่ง่ง่ง (mรฉnษก mรฉnษก lรณnษก lรณnษก – hazy, indistinct) visual effect seemed even more tempting than complete nudity, possessing a kind of half-concealed, half-revealed seduction.
Yang Haoranโs eyes fell on the valley. The crotch of the black pantyhose was gripped tightly within the deep crevice of her buttocks, snugly wrapping her pussy and outlining a plump, full, shell-like shape. The damp stocking fabric revealed Auntie Shen’s fair, tender, and fleshy pussy through the translucent material.
“Gulp…” Staring at Auntie Shen’s faintly visible slutty cunt, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but swallow hard. This was just too enticing. If he couldn’t fuck her, surely she wouldn’t deny him a taste.
No sooner thought than done. Taking advantage of Auntie Shen presenting her large buttocks towards him, Yang Haoran buried his head between the ample cheeks of her peach-like ass. He extended his tongue and, like a puppy, began licking towards Auntie Shen’s slutty cunt, which was wrapped in the stockings and glistening with lewd moisture.
“Slurp…” Yang Haoran’s agile tongue tip continuously licked and sucked, wandering over Auntie Shen’s enticing tender cunt. His tongue repeatedly traced the slit of her pussy, pushing against Auntie Shen’sไธฐๆปกๅๅฎ (fฤngmวn hรฒushรญ – plump and thick) tender lips, causing them to repeatedly fold and deform under the pressure.
“Mmm… don’t…”
Yang Haoran’s sudden ambush caught Shen Qing off guard. Feeling her lower body being frantically licked by Yang Haoran’s tongueโlike a starved lustful devil greedily lapping at her thereโshe let out a captivating moan. Her palms braced against the floor to maintain her posture, her delicate body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
“Enough, stop licking…” The intense stimulation caused Shen Qing’s body to twitch slightly with spasms. Yang Haoran’s greedy tongue seemed like it wanted to devour her there. She couldn’t help but cry out sharply.
Buried in Auntie Shen’s buttocks, Yang Haoran heard the seemingly angry tone in her voice. His tongue slid along the two plump labia outlined by the stockings, giving them a few more licks before he reluctantly pulled away.
Breathing in the fresh air, Yang Haoran felt like he had come back to life. He had felt almost suffocated moments before; Auntie Shen’s fleshy buttocks were simply too voluptuous, squeezing him until he could hardly breathe.
Just as Yang Haoran was planning to have another taste, Shen Qing didn’t give him the chance. She crawled away on her plump peach-like buttocks.
“Auntie Shen, what are you doing? Things have gotten to this point. You won’t let me fuck your slutty cunt, fine, but you won’t even let me lick to my heart’s content. How does this make me your master? I’m more like a kept man.”
Yang Haoran squatted down, unable to stop himself from complaining.
Shen Qing’s face was flushed, her beautiful hair slightly disheveled. After a moment’s thought, she said, “I’ll give it to you later, don’t be impatient. Haven’t you heard that ‘haste makes waste’? Besides, Auntie is your bitch, but I’m still your auntie.”
Seeing Yang Haoran’s low spirits, Shen Qing hesitated for a moment before crawling towards him. She drew close to his ear and, in a soft and charming voice, soothed him: “Wait a little longer. When the time comes, Auntie won’t just let you fuck my slutty cunt; I’ll let you stick it in my asshole too.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give herself to Yang Haoran. She had put careful thought into this. After Yang Haoran left this place, she considered that he would lose the memories of this period. Their first time togetherโShen Qing didn’t want him to forget it. So it was better not to do it here, saving it for a perfect experience in reality.
1
Hearing Auntie Shen’s lewd promise, Yang Haoran’s mood instantly improved. He thought it seemed like a pretty good deal and snorted, “You just wait. When the time comes, I’m going to fuck your slutty cunt with my cock while I shove a vibrator hard into your asshole.”
Seeing that Yang Haoran was no longer angry, Shen Qing gave a bewitching smile: “That won’t do. Auntie’s asshole is a virgin. The first time has to be your cock going in to break it open. After it’s broken in, you can use whatever you want on Auntie’s asshole.”
After this exchange of obscene talk, Yang Haoran regained his vigor. The little man’s confidence returned. He led the crawling Auntie Shen to the door. Just as he was about to open it, he hesitated. Glancing at Shen Qing, he said, “Auntie Shen, maybe we should just forget it. The thought of you being whipped makes me feel a bit heartbroken.”
“No.” Shen Qing’s tone left no room for compromise. “We play out theๅงๆ (jรนqรญng – plot/script) as it’s written. Don’t worry about it. Auntie getting whipped a few times is nothing.”
According to the game rules, the more closely oneๆฎๆผ (bร nyวn – acts/portrays) the original story’s plot, the higher the rewards she would receive.
In the original work, this corridor scene was proposed by the female lead herself. She had exhibitionist tendencies and also enjoyed the pleasure of being whipped and humiliated.
Shen Qing was playing the role of the original novel’s female lead, but it wasn’t her. However, the original female lead was designed based on her own personality as a prototype. That is to say, her subjective inclination naturally leaned towards following the plot development, so she naturally wouldn’t agree to Yang Haoran quitting halfway.
Seeing Auntie Shen’s resolute attitude, Yang Haoran felt somewhat helpless and had no choice but to nod: “Alright then. Later I’ll talk to her and say just three lashes, that’s all.”
Yang Haoran was the host of the Controller’s Ring. He received no rewards for playing the male lead and was unaware that rewards even existed. Hearing Shen Qing’s words, he thought Auntie Shen was simply craving a whipping, that her masochistic itch was acting up, that she needed to be disciplined.
“Three lashes won’t do.” Shen Qing looked up at Yang Haoran with a smiling, bright expression. “How about you deliver the remaining three lashes, little Haoran? Auntie still prefers it most when you’re the one whipping my lewd body.”
“Okay.” Auntie Shen’s wanton and seductive appearance made Yang Haoran’s heart flutter, and he began to look forward to it.
Click… He turned the doorknob and opened the door, first sticking his head out to peek into the corridor. Seeing it was empty and devoid of people, he felt relieved.
Smack… “Get crawling out, you slut.” Yang Haoran, holding the leather handle in one hand and the whip in the other, lightly lashed Auntie Shen’s buttock once, signaling for her to crawl out into the corridor first.
Yang Haoran hadn’t used much force, but Shen Qingๆ ๆ (gรนyรฌ – deliberately, on purpose) let out a delicate cry. A seductive moan escaped her small mouth. She threw a charming, reproachful glance at Yang Haoran and began swaying her plump buttocks as she crawled out the door.
Her upper body was่ตค่ฃธ (chรฌluว – naked, bare), her perfectly round, enormous breasts trembling precariously. Her lower body was clad in the black pantyhose. The transparent, sheer black silk offered a bit of concealment, yet also seemed to add aๆฆ่ง่ง่ง (mรฉnษก mรฉnษก lรณnษก lรณnษก – hazy, indistinct) allure that complete nudity lacked.
Yang Haoran’s gaze was captivated by Auntie Shen’s plump buttocks. He saw that her millstone-sized fleshy rear was tightly constrained within the stockings, like large water-filled balloons forming a huge peach shape.
As her black-stockinged legs moved alternately, the plump, tender flesh of her buttocks swayed from side to side, like turbulent waves rising and falling, fiercely assaulting his visual senses with้ๆผ (zhรจnhร n – shocking, astounding) impact.
Two slight creases appeared on Auntie Shen’s buttocks, only to be immediately smoothed out taut and glossy by the shifting flesh. The interplay of movement and stillness was bewitching and provocative, enough to make one’s blood boil and desire rage wildly at a single glance, instantly igniting the most primalๆฌฒๆ (yรนwร ng – desires) in a man’s heart.
The empty corridor was quiet until suddenly, a harsh ringing of bells shattered the silence.