She squeezed Shen Qing’s breast with force, as if trying to crush it. The soft flesh overflowed, enveloping her hand layer by layer. That pliable, yet elastic sensation made her increasingly excited the more she squeezed. The enormous breast morphed into various shapes under her rough, large hand.
Even as a woman, she had to admit that this seductress was truly a rare find. Just this pair of massive breasts alone could conquer many men, not to mention she had felt them herselfβthe texture was genuinely superb.
“Mmm~” As the pressure on her chest intensified, Shen Qing groaned in pain, her face slightly contorted. She felt as if her breast was about to burst.
Fortunately, at this moment, Yang Haoran, seeing the pained expression on Aunt Shen’s face and how her snow-white breast was being squeezed flat, decided it was enough and told Sun Ying to let go.
As Sun Ying released her grip, she viciously tugged on the nipple clamp, causing Shen Qing’s nipple to stretch taut. When she finally let go completely, the breast bounced back with a wave of jiggling flesh, gradually returning to its original shape, full of elasticity.
The jingling of bells echoed through the corridor.
“Slut, stick your ass out.”
Sun Ying picked up the whip from the ground, her face flushed with excitement.
Yang Haoran watched from the side, his feelings complicated. Truthfully, he disliked others mistreating Aunt Shen; if anyone were to do it, it should be him.
But he couldn’t figure out whether Aunt Shen herself enjoyed this or if there was some other reason. She had consistently stopped him from interfering with the plot, insisting they follow the script.
After some thought, he decided three lashes weren’t a big deal. Once this was over, he would ask Aunt Shen for her true feelings. If she genuinely enjoyed being whipped, he could serve her himselfβwhy leave it to someone else?
In the original story, the male lead took great pleasure in watching the female lead being whipped by Sun Ying, observing with keen interest. Whether Aunt Shen was the same as the original female lead, he didn’t know. But Yang Haoran was not the original male lead, and he was well aware of that.
Shen Qing hung her head low, on all fours, her large, perfectly rounded peach-like buttocks slightly raised. The faint,ζ¦θ§ black silk hinted at her ivory-white skin,ζΆθΉει like congealed lamb fat or fine jade. The tantalizing glimpse was extremely alluring, like a ripe, juicy peach that made anyone who saw it want to take a fierce bite or hold it to experience its softness and fullness.
Shen Qing kept her head down, her jet-black, silky hair cascading to the floor, obscuring her expression. Yet, the lewd posture she assumed was enough to make any man fantasize.
Sun Ying, looking at Shen Qing’s plump, perfectly rounded buttocks, felt envy even as a woman. She swung the whip, which cut through the air with a whistling sound.
“Smack⦔
The sharp whip kissed Shen Qing’s buttocks. Her fleshy, peach-like rear jiggled with waves of movement from the impact.
Shen Qing’s body trembled slightly. She felt that the whip didn’t hurt as much as she had expected; instead, it felt like a massage on her buttocks, a tingling, numb sensation.
She restlessly swayed her ample hips, as if craving more lashes.
Yang Haoran naturally knew what was going on. The black whip in Sun Ying’s hand was a specialized BDSM toy designed for pleasure, not meant to cause much pain. Combined with the ample fat on Aunt Shen’s buttocks, which were as plump and beautiful as a large peach, it made sense.
“Slut⦔ Watching Shen Qing lustfully twisting her fleshy rear, Sun Ying grew furious and landed two more fierce lashes.
“Smackβ¦ smack⦔
“Mmm, just like that, harder.” Shen Qing’s beautiful face flushed with an unnatural blush. Her full, red lips parted slightly, and seductive moans escaped her mouth, as if taunting Sun Ying.
“Getting pleasure from being whippedβyou really are a cheap slut.” Unaware of the trick, Sun Ying thought she was using a normal whip. Seeing this bitch provocatively challenging her, she grew enraged and wanted to whip her a few more times.
“Give it to me.” Yang Haoran quickly snatched the whip from her hand. “We agreed on three lashes. Now, go back where you came from. If you dare make a fuss, Iβll drag you in and rape you.”
His eyes flashed with menace. Though he was a handsome young man, at this moment, he resembled a vicious thug filled with malice.
Sun Ying was merely an ordinary housewife, and with her husband working away from home, only her infant child and herself were there. Seeing Yang Haoran’s ferocious side, she backed down.
“Cheap slut, donβt dress all flashy and seduce my husband in the future, or donβt blame me for spreading the word.” As Sun Ying left, she didnβt forget to threaten them.
Shen Qing and Yang Haoran naturally didnβt care. This was just a world constructed by the illusion space. Once they left, this world would collapse.
“Aunt Shen, does your butt hurt?”
Yang Haoran’s eyes darted around mischievously as his wicked large hand fondled Aunt Shen’s plump rear. The sheer,θηΏΌ-like stockings felt smooth and soft, allowing him to experience the excellent texture of her peach-like buttocks through the thin, transparent fabric.
“Xiao Ranran, does it feel good?” Shen Qing’s beautiful face bloomed with a spring-like flush. She turned her head to look at Yang Haoran, her large, watery eyes seductive and smiling.
She didnβt resist Yang Haoran touching her buttocks, as long as he didnβt touch her sensitive areas.
Yang Haoran’s rough hand traced the graceful curve of Aunt Shen’s buttocks before he withdrew it and complained, “Whatβs the use of touching? Such a plump, beautiful ass, and you wonβt let me fuck it.”
“……”
Shen Qing was left speechless. This brat was always thinking about that kind of thing, bringing it up repeatedly in her ear.
She wiggled her buttocks slightly in response, not uttering a word, signaling him to hurry up and finish the scene.
Yang Haoran sighed but didnβt say anything. He picked up the whip and delivered three lackluster lashes to Aunt Shen’s buttocks.
“Smackβ¦ smackβ¦ smack.”
The blows were weak, as if he hadnβt eaten enough. Aunt Shenβs rejection had dampened his mood, and he hastily wrapped things up.
Simply put, it was dull. Being able to look but not eatβno one could stay interested under such circumstances.
Afterward, Yang Haoran led the crawling Shen Qing back to room 501. The moment he stepped through the door, his vision went black, the world around himζζ² like rippling water, and he gradually lost consciousness.
…
Jing’an Residential Area, around midnight.
Liu Ruoxi felt restless, as if something had happened that she didnβt know about. She left her bedroom to check if her son was asleep.
Approaching his door, she noticed slivers of light seeping through the gap underneath. Frowning, she knocked.
After several knocks, there was no response. Liu Ruoxi turned the doorknob and opened the door.
She stepped inside and glanced around. The room was lit, and her son Yang Haoran was sprawled on the bed, fast asleep, without even a blanket covering him.
Liu Ruoxi walked quietly to her sonβs bedside, carefully covered him with the blanket, turned off the light, and slowly retreated.
As the soft sound of the door closing echoed, the room was plunged into darkness.
In the gloom, Yang Haoran, in a daze, trembled his eyebrows and gradually opened his eyes…