For the next while, Yang Haoran played the game somewhat distractedly. He was KO’d by Zhou Shiwen’s character several times in a row. Even Zhou Shiwen could tell that his mind had clearly drifted away, fixated on the imminent appearance of his mother cosplaying as Mai Shiranui.
This gave Zhou Shiwen mixed feelings, creating a conflicted state of mind.
After one round concluded, Zhou Shiwen hesitated for a few moments before looking at Yang Haoran and proactively broaching the subject.
“Haoran, do you really want to see my mom cosplay as Mai Shiranui that badly?” Zhou Shiwen’s gaze was fixed intently on Yang Haoran’s expression. He saw Yang Haoran pause, taken aback, before falling silent for a few seconds and replying, “Well, yeah, I kinda do want to see Aunt Shen’s cosplay. Shiwen, we’ve grown up together, so I won’t hide this from you. Besides, I’ve always had… those kinds of thoughts about Aunt Shen. It’s just that…” Yang Haoran hesitated, unsure if he should spell it out, but Zhou Shiwen cut him off.
“You’re just worried about me, right?” Zhou Shiwen stared at him, his expression somewhat darkened, though he managed to keep his emotions relatively stable.
Since he had already started, Yang Haoran thought he might as well be clearer. So, he softly uttered an “Mhm,” admitting it.
In truth, it wasn’t Shiwen’s opinion he was worried about; it was the fact that he treated Aunt Shen like a bitch in heat. After all, she was Shiwen’s mother. To humiliate Aunt Shen like thisβher status in his presence wasn’t even that of a lover; terms like sex slave, breeding animal, or flesh toilet were more fitting.
They were childhood friends, their relationship extraordinary. Yet, faced with this good friend who now openly admitted to coveting his mother, Zhou Shiwen should have been furious. However, due to his inner cuckolding fetish towards his mother, his anger was mingled with an inexplicable sense of anticipation, plunging him into silence as well.
After a long while, Zhou Shiwen said in a low voice, “My mom treats you pretty well, but she might not have those kinds of feelings for you. After all, let’s be honest, we’re just little brats. She might not even see you in that light.”
After a complex internal struggle, Zhou Shiwen’s newly sprouted cuckolding mentality was ultimately overpowered by his rationality.
Yang Haoran understoodβShiwen wanted him to give up on this idea.
But what he didn’t know was that Yang Haoran and his mother had already progressed to establishing a master-servant relationship. He was even less aware that things had reached this point largely due to Aunt Shen’s own orchestration, with his previous secret disclosure indirectly acting as a catalyst.
Yang Haoran thought it over. Expressing his own thoughts was alreadyεΊζΏ enough for Shiwen; revealing more now wouldn’t be appropriate, for fear that Shiwen couldn’t handle it. So, he said, “Yeah, my feelings for Aunt Shen are just one-sided for now. I haven’t expressed anything to her either, so don’t take it too seriously. Just pretend I never said anything.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Shiwen looked deeply at Yang Haoran. He knew his mother also had those kinds of feelings for Haoranβthe female dog and her master in that story were originally modeled after his mother and Haoran.
But he wouldn’t say that. Zhou Shiwen nodded. “Then I’ll pretend you never said it.”
After the sensitive topic, a lingering atmosphere still enveloped the two. Neither spoke further, silently playing the game, though the clattering sounds of the game controllers seemed a bit sharper than before.
Until over ten minutes later, when the door was pushed open again. A tall, devastatingly beautiful, and skimpily dressed seductress walked in with a smile on her face.
Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen turned to look behind them.
From Yang Haoran’s perspective, Aunt Shen was dressed in the same outfit as Mai Shiranui from The King of Fighters. Her sleek, jet-black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that looked spirited and heroic.
Her two towering peaks were mostly wrapped in red and white thin cloth, squeezed into a deep, bottomless cleavage. The massive mounds strained against the flimsy fabric, making it seem ready to burst at the seams, quivering precariously. The low-cut neckline couldn’t contain their magnificent grandeur. Her delicate skin was fair and luminous, like mutton fat jade, emanating a captivating glow. The enormous, full shapes resembled two large, tempting peaches, enticing one to bury their face between them, to lick, nibble, and savor their juicy deliciousness.
The red thin strips of the Mai Shiranui cosplay clung tightly to the enormous breasts, like blooming red roses adorning Aunt Shen’s alluring spring charm. The contrast between the white and red wasζε ΆεΌΊη, like dancing sparks leaping against snow, making the snow-white colossal breasts even more enchanting and bewitching, stirring the heartstrings.
And these quivering colossal breasts were supported only by two thin straps extending around her fair neck, seeming precarious, swaying as if in wind and rain.
Following down to her slender, supple waist, the area between her waist and thighs curved out into an exaggerated arc, forming plump, fleshy buttocks that were as large, round, and pert as millstones.
The red fabric at her waist draped down along her hips to between her thighs, concealing the intoxicating, lush valley. However, the scant cloth was, after all, pitifully inadequate. Along the lines of her hips, Aunt Shen’s plump side buttocks and voluptuous thighs were exposed, the tender, delicate snow-white skin offeringβjust visuallyβa sense of that slick, plump fleshiness.
Enormous breasts, a slender waist, plump buttocks, plus an outfit that was less clothing and more just a few pieces of scant red and white fabric, together sketched out an S-shaped figure, a seductive and enchantingζεηε₯³ (premium mature woman) who could be described as infinitely alluring.
As if worried about a wardrobe malfunction, Aunt Shen moved with elegant steps, swaying gracefully over to Yang Haoran. Meeting Yang Haoran’s burning gaze, she gave a radiant smile, a hundred charms born in that moment.
In Yang Haoran’s eyes at this moment, it seemed the most beautiful scenery could not compare to the grace of her every smile and glance, arriving in a way that made one’s heart race.
“Do you like it?” Shen Qing asked Yang Haoran, her eyes seductive as silk, her breath like orchids. Those charming, autumn-water eyes seemed to swirl with intoxicating vortices, wanting to steal away the soul of the young man before her.
Every movement was full of allure; the charm of a mature beauty was now displayed on her to the fullest!
Yang Haoran felt like all the blood in his body was about to boil over. He answered without the slightest hesitation, “I like it.”
He said it resolutely, with firm and forceful clarity.
The fervor and restlessness deep in Yang Haoran’s eyes were conveyed through these two simple words, reaching directly into the depths of Shen Qing’s heart. She was satisfied. She smiled.
So-called, “A scholar dies for one who understands him; a woman adorns herself for one who pleases her.” It was exactly this.
Zhou Shiwen was also stunned. His mother’s exposed,ζε (premium) figure was displayed before his eyes in all its glory for the first time. Such a rare, peerless seductress in this worldβhis motherβactually favored his peer. In this moment, even he couldn’t help but feel jealous of Yang Haoran.
What right did he have? What made him worthy of his mother’s devastating beauty?
If this were ancient times, he felt his mother would definitely be a calamity that topples cities and ruins states, a modern-day Daji.
Yang Haoran looked at the tempting Aunt Shen before him, gulped hard with difficulty, his mouth dry and throat parched. His little brother was already standing at attention, ready for action. If only Shiwen weren’t present, he truly wanted to immediately thrust his cock into Aunt Shen’s slutty cunt, to fiercely conquer the enchanting temptress before him.