“You mustn’t show this photo to outsiders, got it?” Shen Qing’s expression turned unusually serious as she warned him emphatically.
If that photo ever leaked out, her reputation would be ruined.
Hearing Aunt Shen’s words, Yang Haoran grew worried too. He wouldn’t leak it on purpose, but what if it got out by accident—like the Edison Chen sex photo scandal? He hesitated and said, “Maybe we should just delete it, Aunt Shen.”
He felt conflicted about it. A perfect shot like that required the right timing, location, and mood; it wasn’t something you could just stage on demand.
“No need. Just keep it safe.”
Shen Qing could tell from his conflicted look that he didn’t want to delete it, and truthfully, she didn’t either. It would be a shame to lose such a gem.
Yang Haoran agreed readily. Then a sudden idea struck him, and he asked, “Aunt Shen, you’re one of my women now. In the future, could I show this photo to my other women? Let them learn from it.”
“You just promised to keep it safe, and now you’re already scheming.”
Shen Qing shot him an exasperated glare. After a moment’s thought, she said, “You can have it printed and framed. Hang it up in the villa at my estate. But don’t send digital copies around.”
“That works.”
Yang Haoran nodded. He planned to take plenty of photos of his women in the future and frame the best one to hang up.
As for Aunt Shen’s estate, he wasn’t particularly curious. He knew she was loaded, with properties all over the place. This was probably just one of them.
“By the way, Little Ranran, when did you get other women? How come Auntie doesn’t know about them?” Shen Qing asked with a playful smile.
Yang Haoran’s face stiffened. He’d let it slip. With an awkward chuckle, he said, “Just one—from school.”
“Oh?” Shen Qing gave him a meaningful look and drawled, “Master~ You’d better come clean, or this dog might bite its owner.”
Seeing that Aunt Shen wasn’t going to let it go easily, Yang Haoran regretted his loose tongue. But after thinking it over, he figured she was his woman anyway—she’d find out sooner or later. Gritting his teeth, he confessed nervously, “There’s… one more. Just two total.”
He was referring to Xiao Shaowan and Yaoyao. Xiao Shaowan was already his, and in his heart, so was Yaoyao. His little sister would be his for life; no way was she marrying anyone else.
“And who might this one be?” Shen Qing asked with a sly smile. From Little Ranran’s expression, she could tell this wasn’t just anyone.
That breathtaking smile sent a chill down Yang Haoran’s spine. Steeling himself, he said brazenly, “It’s Yaoyao.”
“Yaoyao?” The intimate nickname immediately brought an image to Shen Qing’s mind.
Yang Mengyao—Ruoxi’s daughter. His sister? “Master… you’ve got some dog-sized balls.”
Shen Qing’s smile turned enchantingly seductive as she cooed, “If Ruoxi finds out, she’ll break your dog legs~”
Yang Haoran felt a twinge of fear at that. Shoving down his nerves, he said, “But she’s my mom too, right? And Yaoyao’s my sister. Isn’t it all the same?”
“That’s a huge difference.”
Shen Qing shook her head. “Ruoxi’s an adult who can make her own choices. But if you mess with her daughter? If she gets mad enough, she might beat you to death.”
“But I’m her son too! Yaoyao’s my sister!”
Panic stirred in Yang Haoran’s chest.
“Tell that to Ruoxi yourself.”
Shen Qing rolled her eyes at him in exasperation.
“So what do I do?”
“Keep it under wraps for now. Don’t be an idiot and blurt it out.”
Shen Qing offered him some advice. “Wait until Ruoxi’s mostly fallen for you. Tie her up and fuck her senseless. Then bring your sister in. Once Yaoyao sees her mom like that, Ruoxi won’t be able to say a word against it.”
“What about me?”
“You’ll definitely get a beating from Ruoxi to vent her anger. Don’t even think about dodging it.”
Shen Qing had a way around it, but she wasn’t about to tell Little Ranran. That would be too much of a betrayal of her best friend.
“So telling me this is the same as not telling me at all?” Yang Haoran slumped in defeat.
“It’s not. You’ll get to enjoy a mother-daughter duo in the meantime.”
Shen Qing grinned slyly.
Yang Haoran pictured the scene, and heat surged through him. Playing with both his mom and sister together? The thought alone was thrilling. His desire ignited, and he growled, “You seductive witch, spreading bewitching words! This lord’s going to discipline you with his big cock right now.”
Shen Qing once again assumed a lewd posture, kneeling on all fours with her beautiful buttocks raised high. Her watery eyes were filled with seductive charm as she cooed, “Master~”
That bone-melting call of “Master” melted Yang Haoran’s heart and stoked his lust to a fever pitch. He knelt behind Aunt Shen’s snowy, upthrust ass, gripping his massive cock and pressing it against her tender slutty pussy. He teased her plump labia with his egg-sized glans, rubbing it up and down and side to side, while growling lewdly, “Slutty Bitch, do you want Master’s big cock to fuck your little sister?”
As he spoke, he slapped her pussy with his glans—pa, pa. Her slick nectar had already coated it, producing wet, obscene squelches.
Feeling the cock’s searing heat and girth, flames of desire kindled in Shen Qing’s eyes. She wiggled her plump ass, grinding her dripping pussy against Little Ranran’s glans. Her red lips parted in a slippery, enticing moan.
“Mmm~… Master… This Slave’s so itchy…”
“Itchy? Tell me what this Slutty Bitch wants from Master.” Yang Haoran grinned wickedly and delivered a sharp slap to the jiggling ass before him.
Her plump, snowy cheeks were flawless—silky soft to the touch. His palm sank into the yielding flesh, feeling its elastic bounce, and waves of jiggle rippled enticingly across them.
A flush crept over Shen Qing’s stunning face. The shame of being spanked mingled with her arousal, and she played along in a seductive voice. “This Slave’s slutty pussy is so itchy… Master… This Slave wants your big cock to scratch that itch… Mmm~”
No sooner had she finished than Yang Haoran eagerly thrust his glistening glans toward her sopping pussy. But he overshot—the slippery tip missed the slit and slid off to the side. Shen Qing burst out laughing.
“Master~~ Are you really that useless?”
What a humiliation! Yang Haoran hadn’t expected to fumble like that. Mortified and annoyed, he flushed hotly at Aunt Shen’s teasing.
“Pa, pa…” He vented his anger with two hard slaps to her ass and snarled, “Laughing at Master, you Cheap Bitch? Spread your slutty pussy for your Master to fuck.”
Little Ranran’s angry tone told Shen Qing he was serious. She stopped laughing at once and obediently reached back with her jade-like hand to part her drenched, muddy pussy lips. Striking the pose of invitation, she murmured softly, “Master… please~”
Seeing Aunt Shen so obedient softened Yang Haoran’s anger. He gripped his thick shaft and thrust straight into the tender, wet little hole.
