“Alright~”
Yang Mengyao pouted reluctantly before agreeing.
She wore a loose white T-shirt today, adorned with a cute anime print of a dancing young girl right over her chest. The baggy light blue top was stretched taut by her full, round breasts into two graceful semicircles, resembling inverted jade bowls that drew the eye. This was the source of her daily wardrobe woes—her breasts were simply too large. She never dared wear anything too form-fitting to school, or her prominent chest would make her stand out like a beacon amid the crowd.
Even in loose clothing, she couldn’t fully conceal her youthful allure: a childish face paired with massive breasts. Her proud bosom rose like a flower atop a lofty peak, its heavy fruits forming a stark contrast with her slender waist that a single hand could encircle. It was enough to evoke the old saying—a slender branch bearing bountiful fruit.
Below, a light yellow skirt fell to her knees, baring two lengths of legs as smooth and tender as spring onions.
Having inherited Liu Ruoxi’s fine genes, she boasted a pure and beautiful face, drawing countless admirers at school. Who knew how many coveted her graceful young body and flawless, innocent features.
At that moment, a blush crept across her pretty cheeks, an alluring sight that stirred the heart.
Seeing his little sister’s shy demeanor, Yang Haoran’s lower abdomen grew hot—especially at the sight of his sister’s massive, perky breasts, far beyond what any girl her age should possess.
Ever since he’d tasted the sweetness of his sister’s cherry lips, those eye-catching giant breasts had left him craving more.
Humans were never satisfied. Once desire took hold, it was a path from which there was no turning back.
Harboring such petty schemes, Yang Haoran placed his hands on his waistband under his sister’s watchful gaze and slowly slid his pants down. Yang Mengyao hurriedly covered her face with both hands, but through the gaps between her fingers, her beautiful big eyes blinked as she stole glances. The flush on her pure, pretty cheeks deepened.
Yang Haoran didn’t mind a bit. With his thick skin, he shrugged off his pants and underwear under her peeking eyes. A thick, long, rigid shaft of light brown flesh sprang free, like a tiger charging down the mountain, fixated on the delicate girl before it.
“Ah~”
Though it wasn’t her first time seeing the beast, Yang Mengyao let out a startled cry, quickly clapping a hand over her small mouth. Her wide eyes fixed on the twitching monster with a mix of curiosity and fear.
“Heh heh… Yaoyao, don’t be afraid.”
Seeing his sister’s trepidation, Yang Haoran chuckled and reassured her.
He was quite pleased with his little brother. Before, when erect, it measured about fourteen or fifteen centimeters—a formidable size for a young man, and one he took pride in.
But over the past couple of days, it had grown again, now pushing past sixteen centimeters.
“Brother, this thing of yours is way too big.”
Yang Mengyao slowly lowered her hands. After all, it wasn’t her first glimpse, though the initial ferocious leap had given her a start.
“Heh heh, Yaoyao, this is Brother’s prized possession. Bigger is definitely better.”
“Come on, give it a touch.”
Yang Haoran beamed with shameless pride.
Though a flicker of fear stirred in her heart at her brother’s thick, imposing length, the girl’s innate curiosity about the male anatomy won out. She edged closer with caution, squatting slightly as her pair of white, slender hands approached his meaty shaft.
Her long fingers curled slowly around the girth, barely able to encircle it fully.
A scorching heat met her grasp, and she gave it a curious pinch—unyieldingly hard.
She hadn’t examined it closely last time, but now her curious gaze roamed over every detail.
The thick shaft stood rigid, aimed straight at her, its surface veined like coiling serpents. The bulbous head was egg-sized, foreskin peeled back to reveal a smooth, bald crown that, on closer inspection, held an oddly endearing quality.
“Well, Yaoyao? Isn’t Brother’s cock impressive?”
Yang Haoran thrust his hips forward, letting her take it in—what he considered pure admiration.
“Hmph.” Yang Mengyao snorted, muttering under her breath, “This damn monster—how did you even grow something like that? It looks gross.”
Of course, her words rang hollow. Up close, she actually found it rather cute.
Yang Haoran just chuckled, unperturbed. He sat back on the edge of the bed and shot his sister an expectant look.
His gaze brought a fresh wave of shyness over Yang Mengyao. She pouted slightly, feigning reluctance as she shuffled to the bedside and squatted down.
Her pair of soft, pale hands gripped his shaft from front and back. Her cherry lips parted, and with her pure, beautiful face framed by the scene, the contrast was utterly striking. Yang Haoran gazed down as her small mouth drew nearer to his cock, his heart racing. The shaft seemed to sense its master’s excitement, twitching eagerly within her gentle hold.
Her thin, rosy lips gauged the glans’ size before parting wider, enveloping the head.
A pungent wave of masculine musk flooded her delicate nose. She inhaled lightly a few times, finding the scent oddly pleasant, just as before.
She held the glans in her mouth without bobbing right away. Instead, her pink tongue darted out like a dragonfly skimming water, giving it a tentative lick. Her beautiful eyes flicked upward, watching his reaction.
From his vantage above, Yang Haoran watched his sister’s cherry lips wrap around his cock. The instant her tongue made contact and her clear eyes gazed up at him, a surge of primal conquest washed over him.
He knew his sister was the undisputed school flower, surrounded by admirers—even nine out of ten boys in her class harbored crushes on her.
Yet here she was, the picture of purity, kneeling at his crotch and servicing his filthy dick with her tender mouth. The sheer taboo thrill made his scalp tingle.
Her wet, warm, velvety mouth delivered pleasure beyond compare. The moment her tongue grazed the glans, he shuddered from head to toe, nearly losing control and spilling right then.
Delighted by his blissful expression, Yang Mengyao felt a spark of joy. She held back no longer, sliding her small mouth along the slightly darkened shaft, inch by inch claiming more of it.
Her pink tongue lapped at the glans’ surface all the while, her nimble tip circling the ridge with deft swirls.
“Hiss…”
Yang Haoran sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure numbing his scalp. This little vixen knew exactly what she was doing.
“Yaoyao… look up at Brother.”
His voice quavered, but he couldn’t resist directing her. He loved nothing more than her upward gaze while she worked his cock, especially paired with that pure, pretty face—it fueled his sense of total dominance.
Puzzled but obedient, Yang Mengyao complied. Her innocent, lotus-like eyes lifted to meet his, their clear depths sparkling like starlight.
The sight of her lovely eyes blinking up at him sent Yang Haoran soaring. Waves of ecstasy rippled through his body.
“Yaoyao, you make Brother feel so good. What a naughty little thing.”
“Yaoyao, did you know Zhao Jun’s got a crush on you? Heh heh, he’d never dream his goddess loves slurping cock this much.”
As her tender tongue swirled around his glans, Yang Haoran wore a smug grin, reveling in the moment.
Zhao Jun was the class math representative and deputy class monitor. Yang Haoran couldn’t stand the guy’s arrogant attitude when managing the class, lording it over everyone like he owned the place. It irked him even more how Zhao fawned over his sister—his intentions as plain as day.
With her mouth stuffed and cheeks bulging, Yang Mengyao couldn’t reply, but his taunting words earned him an eye-roll.
A muffled hum escaped her as her pearly teeth grazed the shaft lightly. She knew how delicate the male organ could be and didn’t bite down—just a gentle nip, paired with a warning glare.
Though confident she wouldn’t really chomp, Yang Haoran still flinched. Realizing his words had upset her, he quickly backpedaled. “Yaoyao, my little baby, Brother’s sorry! Brother’s the naughty one, okay? Don’t bite~”
Pleased by his surrender, Yang Mengyao had no intention of truly harming him anyway—she could never bring herself to.
Her teeth parted, and her slick, tender pink tongue resumed its dance around the glans, lapping at it like a melting popsicle, stroke after devoted stroke.
Before long, the head glistened with saliva, every bit of grime tucked in the ridge scraped away by her agile tongue and swallowed down.
As she cleaned her brother’s cockhead, her tongue lapping at its musky, pungent flavor, she found it strangely delicious. The realization filled her with profound embarrassment, even as she wondered if she really was such a slut.
Once his little sister finished her thorough cleaning service, Yang Haoran propped himself up with his hands behind his back, eyes half-closed as he savored every bit of pleasure from the girl’s soft tongue servicing his cock.
