"Hiss!!"
Yang Chen's body went taut the instant his stepmom's soft little hand gripped him, sucking in a breath without thinking.
"What's wrong? Are you already losing it?"
Ni Qingyao felt Yang Chen's reaction clear as day, lips curled in a teasing smirk.
"Lose it? Not a chance, it's still early, stepmom. Use whatever skills you've got—don't hold back."
Yang Chen slapped his chest, acting as cocky as ever.
Seeing this, Ni Qingyao didn't waste any more words. Her fingers, wrapped gently around Yang Chen's Dragon Root, started stroking up and down. She didn't go fast, and her touch stayed feather-light. But her thumb kept circling and toying with the plump tip—the "Dragon Head."
A rush of shivers—tingling pleasure—zipped across Yang Chen's nerves, as if a bolt of electricity slithered through his veins. His scalp crackled; his breathing got frantic.
He never expected his stepmom's hand to be this damn skilled!
Way better than his sister!
Even so, Yang Chen managed to keep a straight face, shutting his eyes and quietly savoring his stepmom's "service."
Hmph!
Let's see how long you can last!
Ni Qingyao gloated inwardly. Right now, she had unleashed every secret move in her arsenal.
She had to make Yang Chen blow within ten minutes—giving her a solid reason to make him give up the idea of selling himself.
The next moment, Ni Qingyao rose to her knees. Her lips parted, then she spat a warm, fragrant mouthful of saliva right onto Yang Chen's Dragon Root.
With the slick lubrication, Ni Qingyao's fingers got even more nimble. One hand gripped the Dragon Root, pumping quick and smooth; her other hand dropped down to his balls. The moment she kneaded them gently, Yang Chen's whole body shuddered hard.
Fuck!!
This double stimulation hit Yang Chen with a pleasure he'd never felt before—his gut twisted, warning bells ringing. Stepmom's hands were too damn good, every stroke flaring up his pleasure to the absolute max.
At this rate, he doubted he could hold out much longer!
Steady—have to stay steady!
Yang Chen quickly channeled the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture, and with the power of True Qi holding him back, the overwhelming sensation finally eased off. He heaved a deep sigh—if nothing else went wrong, he just might survive his stepmom's "test."
But then Ni Qingyao's left hand abandoned his balls, sliding upward—lingering on his stomach for a moment—then continuing up, finally landing on Yang Chen's nipple and rubbing it with tender circles.
Boom!!
Yang Chen had already been holding on by a thread. With that move, the fire raging inside him got even wilder. He felt like he'd tumbled right into a furnace, his whole body scorching, eyes burning scarlet.
Hold on—have to hold on!!
"Xiao Chen, touch my tits!"
Noticing Yang Chen still wasn't showing signs of climax, Ni Qingyao's brows drew together. She took the initiative, telling him what to do.
"Huh??"
Shock flickered across Yang Chen's face.
"What's that 'huh' about? If you wanna be a gigolo, you're supposed to serve the clients, not have them serve you. When you're on the job, you'll definitely have to grope female customers. So, I need to test how long you can last when you're touching a woman's body. Got it?"
Even though letting her stepson grope her boobs was pretty awkward, Ni Qingyao's logic was simple: use every trick possible to make Yang Chen cum as fast as possible.
As long as he couldn't meet the standards for being a gigolo, her goal would be met.
Besides, they had no blood relation—letting him touch her chest wasn't a big deal.
"Oh, got it."
Yang Chen nodded lightly, then put his hands right onto Ni Qingyao's perky, high breasts.
So soft!
Because Ni Qingyao never wore a bra to bed, the moment Yang Chen's palm landed, he was struck by a shocking softness, stoking the wicked fire inside him even higher. His hand couldn't help itself, kneading forcefully.
"Ying~nnng~~"
The tingling numbness swept through Ni Qingyao, a sexy gasp slipping from her lips, her gaze instantly turning hazy, lost.
Though Ni Qingyao had always appeared calm on the surface, the truth was she'd long been tortured by desire.
After all, she hadn't had sex for so many years—and now, here in her grip was a blazing, oversized monster. How could her parched, neglected body possibly resist?
And besides, she'd been pleasuring herself earlier. Suddenly stopped midway, her body ached unbearably, all she wanted now was to surrender and let herself go.
"Why keep rubbing through clothes? Put your hand under—touch me for real!"
Ni Qingyao's pretty face bloomed red as she grabbed Yang Chen's hand, tugging it right inside her pajamas.
No longer shielded by fabric, Yang Chen's palm now wrapped fully around Ni Qingyao's luscious breast. The incredible bounce made him gasp—so big, so unbelievably soft!
Even better than his own sister's.
At this moment, Yang Chen had lost all sense, kneading wildly, molding his stepmother's breasts into every shape imaginable.
And he didn't spare those two little grapes, twisting and rolling them between his fingers.
"You little brat, you really know how to touch a woman!"
Ni Qingyao, already worked up, was swept away by Yang Chen's reckless fondling, her reason utterly drowned. She hugged his neck tight, rose up on tiptoe, and kissed him—hard.
The instant their lips met, Ni Qingyao pushed her tongue into Yang Chen's mouth, gently sucking, pulling him deeper.
Their tongues danced, entwined—nothing else mattered!
Bang!!
Yang Chen felt struck by lightning, his mind blanking out completely. He was…he was kissing his stepmother!
He didn't pause to think—he wrapped his arms around her in return, feverishly responding with every ounce of passion.
While they kissed, Ni Qingyao didn't stay idle; her hands roamed boldly over Yang Chen's body. In that moment, she forgot he was her son's friend—forgot everything. All she knew was: she needed this, she needed him.
Otherwise, she'd lose her mind tonight!
"Xiao Chen, take off your stepmom's clothes!"
Ni Qingyao broke away from the kiss, gazing at Yang Chen with soulful, deep affection.
"Okay!!"
Yang Chen, possessed by desire, forgot all about the so-called 'test'—in a blink, he tore that thin pajama right off his stepmother's body.
Faced with her naked perfection, Yang Chen froze, utterly transfixed.
What a gorgeous body.
Perky breasts, slender waist, round supple hips, her skin snowy white—every inch of her radiated flawless beauty.
And that exquisitely sculpted face—like a goddess descended to earth.
Without any exaggeration, stepmom Ni Qingyao was without doubt the most beautiful woman Yang Chen had ever seen!
"Stepmom, I can't take it anymore—I want you, I want to make love to you!"
His body finally reached its breaking point, burning with lust. The True Qi inside him bubbled over like boiling water, his eyes bloodshot, animalistic.
"Xiao Chen, I want you—come, hurry!"
Ni Qingyao's eyes clouded, panting as she lay on the bed. Her small hand yanked Yang Chen right atop her.
Pressed against her soft warmth, inhaling her unique scent, Yang Chen's breath quickened, ragged. He didn't hesitate for a moment, grabbing his stepmother's pale, rounded legs and spreading them wide.
He aligned himself with her dripping, muddy cave—and thrust right in…