Especially those line drawings that served as Zhao Ran’s introduction—though they appeared crude, they held an immense allure for him, no less potent than provocative photos of celebrities. These various factors acted like sunlight and rain, causing the seed buried deep in Zhao Ran’s heart to take root and sprout. It had now grown into a small sapling, but this sapling was not upright or virtuous.
Just like Zhao Ran’s current actions, which had already far exceeded the boundaries of a well-behaved child. Right now, he was precisely thinking about taking advantage of his stepmother. As if bewitched, he found it utterly impossible to stop himself.
Moving downward, his attention went to his stepmother’s thighs. Since she was facing toward Zhao Ran, he couldn’t see her most enticing rear, but as his hand gradually descended, her firm and ample thighs were already within his grasp.
Zhao Ran’s hand trembled slightly as he gently caressed her thighs, savoring the exceptionally full and rich sensation under his palm.
He didn’t dare touch her breasts—after all, that was a woman’s most sensitive area. If she were to wake up while he was fondling them, it would be difficult for him to explain.
His stepmother’s thighs were very firm. The silky nightgown felt slippery, and combined with the sensation of her thighs, it utterly captivated Zhao Ran. For a moment, the pressure of his caresses gradually intensified.
“Mmm…” A soft sound escaped his stepmother’s throat. Zhao Ran immediately straightened up, but she didn’t wake; she merely scratched her bottom with her hand.
Zhao Ran’s hands slowly returned to her thighs, continuing their downward journey.
Through this series of actions, Zhao Ran had finally managed to touch her thighs, but the barrier of the gown left him somewhat unsatisfied. At this point, his lustful audacity grew even stronger.
With one hand, Zhao Ran pinched the hem of her nightgown and gently began to pull it upward.
This was an extremely bold move. If his stepmother were to discover this action, given her temperament, she would likely be furious. Moreover, the image he had carefully cultivated in her eyes over the past few days would likely be shattered.
The nightgown wasn’t particularly loose, and the other side was pinned down by her leg. Zhao Ran could only lift it slightly, but even that revealed half of her snow-white, plump thighs.
Although he had seen her thighs at the swimming pool, his mindset then was entirely different from now. Back then, he could look but not touch. Now, this pair of perfect thighs was displayed before Zhao Ran, as if offering itself for him to take as he pleased.
When the gown could be lifted no further, Zhao Ran stopped. His other hand slowly descended.
Ten centimeters… five centimeters… three centimeters…
One centimeter.
As his hand moved downward, Zhao Ran finally, truly touched his stepmother’s jade-like legs, which were like works of art.
He found them warm and incredibly smooth, as if his hand might slip off at any moment if he wasn’t careful. The pores were so fine they were undetectable to the touch; there wasn’t even any discernible hair.
As his hand ventured further, Zhao Ran placed his entire palm on her thigh. Just as visual observation had suggested, her thighs were exceptionally firm, without a trace of excess fat, as if they were the most perfect piece of art. The texture under his hand was smooth and refined, like an infant’s skin, utterly flawless.