But to Xiang Anping's surprise, Jiang Yingji held firm this time, gritting her teeth and panting, "Godmother… wait a minute… ah, I'll help you finish…"
Xiang Anping stared at the beautiful face of the Shanghai Queen, her brows slightly furrowed, a strange struggle flashing in her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.
He still didn't understand how the old man had transferred the Shanghai Queen's favor, which belonged to Li Dong, to him. Therefore, he was extra cautious when using this advantage.
He knew he was now having sex with the Shanghai Queen, a woman whose word held the power to decide the fate of his family, whether they went to heaven or hell.
Seeing this situation, he dared not persist and compromised, "Then I want you to give me your chrysanthemum..."
Jiang Yingji's face flushed crimson, her cherry lips slightly parted. Her... chrysanthemum was untouched. Her virtuous husband was a given, and she wouldn't give it to Luo Shaoliang. Those men who used it for "itch relief" were even less worthwhile; her vagina was still numb, why would she use her chrysanthemum?
Besides, was that place even suitable for use?
Seeing Jiang Yingji hesitate, Xiang Anping intensified his efforts, thrusting into her honeyed depths while simultaneously reaching his hand into her buttocks. He felt a small, warm, delicate fold of flesh, its texture incredibly fine. His fingers touched it, and it twitched enticingly.
"Ah..."
"Please... dear godmother~ little slutty godmother~"
Hearing the word "little slutty" again, Jiang Yingji moaned, a sudden heat rising below, causing her to bite the man until he gritted his teeth.
"Ah, ah, good... let go of godmother quickly..."
Although he was nearing ejaculation, Xiang Anping reluctantly pulled out his thick penis. The wet shaft was coated in a sticky white fluid, the large, umbrella-shaped glans slightly wedged at the entrance before being pulled out with a "pop." The tender opening widened, and a thick, white fluid overflowed, forming a white rainbow hanging upside down on her buttocks.
There was no time to clean herself. Jiang Yingji simply took off her cheongsam and wiped her legs lightly before changing into another garment—a nightgown… Her body was covered in fragrant sweat and traces of lovemaking; only loose clothing and the pretense of just waking up could somewhat conceal these.
…
Downstairs in the living room, Yu Tang sat with her legs pressed tightly together, her cheeks slightly flushed, waiting.
After deciding to stay at the Jiang residence, the girl had her self-driving mount return home and bring back an outfit—the one she was currently wearing: a white floral dress paired with strappy wedge sandals, revealing her fair and delicate feet adorned with pale cherry-pink toenails, like sparkling pearls.
A pair of slender, white legs emerged from beneath the dress, slightly together, clear, cute, and undeniably alluring.
This wasn't her usual style, but she knew her brother actually liked this kind of clothing; she could tell from the way he looked at her back then…
And this time, unfortunately, she'd brought this outfit along. The only advantage for Yu Tang was… no one could see her secretly rubbing her wet, oily crotch.
Yes, the girl wasn't actually wearing underwear. Just like when she had her first period, she was soaking wet with the slightest movement, and no amount of underwear would be enough.
Moreover, the ever-present desire could be slightly relieved by rubbing herself.
After arriving at the Jiang residence, Yu Tang gritted her teeth and thought it over. Unless absolutely necessary, she didn't want to go to that perverted old man, Jiang.
She still remembered how, when her mother, Luo Qingying, first sent her to him, that old pervert had thoroughly violated her entire body, not even sparing her toes.
On the second morning of her stay at his "Temple of Longevity," she woke up with her feet slightly damp and her lips a little numb. On the third day, her inner thighs felt damp and cool, and the delicate pink labia were redder than usual…
And her budding nipple, like a lotus tip, was tingling and sensitive, remaining so all day as if gently breathed upon.
Later, she realized that her childhood dream of giving her brother her first kiss had been stolen by that pervert on her very first night at the Temple of Longevity.
If she were to ask him for help now… it would be like a lamb entering a wolf's den.
Therefore, after much deliberation, she wanted to find someone other than that pervert to see if the problem of the erotic mark could be resolved.
She didn't actually know if Aunt Yingji had the ability to remove the erotic markings, but the old pervert seemed somewhat wary of her. Every time Aunt Yingji was mentioned, a mixture of longing, fear, greed, and apprehension would involuntarily appear on his face.
She even sometimes suspected that the old pervert hadn't dared to take her virginity because of Aunt Yingji's presence.
Regardless, the girl decided to try her luck first, because Shen Weiwei's actions made her feel greatly threatened, even more so than Xu Pengxuan, who was secretly plotting something.
If this were a contest, she was already at a disadvantage… What she feared most was that Shen Weiwei might use those methods against her brother. Thinking of Kang Sheng, the girl clenched her teeth.
After a period of time that wasn't too long, Aunt Yingji's tall figure appeared on the escalator.
Aunt Yingji seemed to have just gotten out of bed; her hair was slightly disheveled, especially the strands near her cheeks, which were slightly damp. Her face, as if she had just sipped a few sips of red wine, was slightly flushed, giving her a languid and beautiful appearance.
She wore only a light, sheer nightgown, the thin straps dangling from her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders. The thin V-neck silk barely covered her large, bell-shaped breasts, yet it did not alter their full, rounded shape.
Below her collarbones, a large expanse of dazzling white skin, the deep cleavage, and the V-shaped contours were clearly visible.
The narrow skirt, tapering to her calves, revealed a pair of snow-white feet, hooked into cotton slippers, her rounded, pink ankles incredibly alluring.
"Yutang, what brings you here?"
The relationship between Yutang and Jiang Yingji wasn't actually very close... although Jiang Yingji was as gentle and caring as ever.
However, due to her precocious sense of womanhood, the girl felt a subtle envy towards her Aunt Yingji, who possessed the charm of every age and was flawlessly perfect.
Just like with her older sister, but towards her elder Aunt Yingji, she wasn't jealous, nor did she feel inferior. Although the girl was still immature, her appearance and even her potential for growth were in no way inferior to anyone.
Even her older sister and Aunt Yingji were no exception, but the girl's standard of judgment was the intimacy between her brother and other women...
On this point, her older sister came first, and Aunt Yingji second.
But today, the girl cast aside these prejudices. She pursed her pink lips, her eyes darting around, and a tear welled up in them.
In understanding women, the young girl was second to none; she had long been aware of Aunt Yingji's "weakness."
"Aunt Yingji~ I want to show you something..."
Seeing Yutang cry, Jiang Yingji seemed at a loss for words for a moment, then sat down beside her and, without hesitation, embraced Yutang's exquisite body.
Xuewo's full, round breasts actually clamped her arm around her. The girl stopped her "tears," slightly parted her cherry lips, and remembering that her sister's breasts weren't much smaller, she lowered her eyelids and lightly bit her lip.
However, in this close contact, Yutang's delicate nose twitched slightly, and she smelled a scent as sweet as orchids and as musky as sweet fruit wine, or perhaps like ripe berries... an intoxicating fragrance with a hint of pungent musk.
The girl was no stranger to this scent; she would smell the same aroma whenever she gently rubbed her clitoris and masturbated between her petals.
"Could it be that Aunt Yingji was masturbating upstairs just now?"
If so, it seems to explain why Aunt Yingji came out in her nightgown.
Just imagining a beautiful woman like Aunt Yingji, her jade-like legs spread, her slender fingers gently caressing her clitoris, makes the girl's legs burn again, as if she's about to urinate.
"What's wrong, Yutang?"
Yutang gently broke free from the beautiful woman's embrace, her beautiful eyes catching a faint outline of something on Aunt Yingji's white breasts, so faint it was almost imperceptible; if it weren't for her jade-like skin, it would be unnoticeable.
Thus, she imagined Aunt Yingji with one hand on her breast and the other exploring her crotch.
However, there were also some faint, fading red marks on Aunt Yingji's snow-white neck, about the size of those from sucking on her lips, extremely faint, almost invisible unless one was careful.
So Yu Tang didn't take it seriously. Of course, if the girl knew... that her Aunt Yingji had the same constitution as her, a special constitution that meant bruises and wounds wouldn't last long, leaving no flaws, she probably wouldn't have thought that way.
Yu Tang slowly lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of long, slender legs with a uniquely youthful plumpness, all the way to the top.
Between her shapely buttocks, her lower abdomen was smooth and white, her vulva plump and pink, with many folds. Her thin, butterfly-wing-like labia minora parted, revealing a glistening sheen of moisture.
Below her lower abdomen, a complex, purplish line was etched onto her snow-white skin, contrasting beautifully with the flowing nectar, a scene of breathtaking allure and seductive allure.