To capture her brother's attention, she had actually practiced in front of the mirror, learning how best to draw a man's gaze. Having studied herself so closely, she was naturally sensitive to any changes in her body; though nothing seemed amiss at a casual glance, she knew deep down that someone had tampered with her while she slept.
Her tender vulva bore a faint, flushed pinkness—distinct from the usual creamy, translucent white of her skin. The soft, moist flesh of her labia felt slightly swollen, lingering with a strange, peculiar sensation.
It felt as though every corner of those labial petals had been thoroughly toyed with, or as if the entire area had been sucked, teased, and kneaded countless times, leaving behind a persistent, tingling numbness deep within the tender flesh.
The delicate, butterfly-wing-like folds—flushed a vivid, dewy pink—tingled intensely, a sensation akin to the tickling crawl of ants. There was only one occasion when, tossing and turning in longing for her older brother, she had masturbated with her small hand until the middle of the night, barely managing to achieve the same sensation.
Fortunately, when she checked inside, her most precious treasure was still intact... though it did feel as if something had repeatedly toyed with it.
While relieved, she was also consumed by a mix of shame and furious indignation—this was something she had saved for her brother; how could anyone else have touched it?
Fuming, she threw on a nightgown and, barefoot on the floor with her pale, dainty feet, stormed off to find her mother, Luo Qingying; her mother had stayed with her here ever since bringing her to this place.
She wanted to pour out her heart to her mother; it had to be that old man Jiang who was up to no good. Despite his kindly, grandfatherly appearance, Yutang had felt from the very first moment she saw him that he harbored malicious intent.
Upon reaching her mother's door, she stopped in her tracks. Sounds drifted out—loud smacking noises like spanking, accompanied by strange, wet, squelching sounds and an odd, weeping-like vocalization. The sounds were hurried and distressed, yet strangely conveyed a sense of ecstasy; it was a cry that held no sorrow, but rather an overwhelming, unbearable joy.
The young girl's large, watery eyes widened. The sound was both familiar and alien—familiar because it seemed to be her mother Luo Qingying's voice, yet alien because she had never heard her mother—usually so dignified, reserved, and soft-spoken—make such a sound.
"Is Mom... getting spanked by that old man in there, and actually enjoying it?"
She couldn't quite picture the scene, yet, driven by an irrepressible, gnawing curiosity, she quietly crept closer to peer through the crack in the door. The scene that met her eyes made the young girl's heart tremble; her mouth fell open, and her clear, wide eyes filled with sheer disbelief. What she saw was this:
Through a narrow gap, a corner of the disheveled bed came into view, speckled everywhere with wet droplets and spreading stains; in some places, the moisture had pooled so heavily that the liquid shimmered and glistened.
These raindrop-like traces radiated outward from a center point: a pair of plump, fair, and rounded buttocks—curvaceous as the peaks of white peaches—that pressed down, causing the mattress to dip slightly.
It was as if that very spot were the source of the ceaseless "rainfall."
Her voluptuous thighs were bent sharply upward, the muscles taut and bulging, creating an exaggerated, ripe-peach-like curve. The view clearly revealed a neatly formed, petite anus tinged with a pale brown hue, alongside plump, full labia—thickly covered in dense pubic hair that grew profusely before thinning out into sparse strands near the anus.
It was a sight completely at odds with her mother Luo Qingying's usual serene, elegant, and unworldly demeanor.
Yet, the clothes scattered across the floor were the very ones the girl recognized her mother wearing earlier, and a pair of thoroughly soaked purple panties hung from the edge of the bed.
The crotch area, in particular, was not only drenched but crumpled and coated in milky fluid—as if the garment had been soaked in milk and then yanked out from a tight space. Those panties, which originally weighed next to nothing, now seemed heavy enough to land with a wet *slap* on the floor the moment one let go. A massive, dark, and glistening object—thick enough to make the young girl gasp—was wedged between her labia; it compressed the plump flesh until it looked thin and shiny, stretching the opening into a glistening ring of meat that, to her eyes, resembled a tiny mouth straining to open wide around something too large to swallow.
"Squelch..."
As that massive member was lifted, the flesh seemed to cling to it; the fuzzy, voluminous labia majora were pulled upward, causing the tender pink inner flesh to bloom outward like a flower bud, while the tight little anus contracted sharply, drawing the surrounding wisps of pubic hair inward with it.
A stream of milky fluid suddenly gushed from the opening, washing over the anus and gluteal cleft before cascading down with a wet *splat*.
Before the fluid could even run down the cleft, the thick cock plunged heavily back in; the plump, white buttocks deformed instantly, rippling like water, and the milky fluid scattered outward like raindrops.
The lewd secretions splattered onto the surrounding sheets, adding to the dampness; Yutang finally understood that those rain-like, mottled wet spots truly originated from right here.
*Splat!*
*Splat!*
The dark, massive member repeatedly slammed against the plump, white buttocks; pubic hair was matted and soaked with the milky fluid as the thick, dark shaft rose and fell, driving in and out of the slick, fleshy cavern like a pile driver.
In the moments when her hips and buttocks shifted, Yutang could see her mother's full, voluptuous breasts—swaying violently, they parted slightly to the sides, each mound rising like a plump teardrop. The nipples, surrounded by raised, expansive areolas, were engorged and glistening like purple grapes, bobbing helplessly amidst the surging waves of flesh.
The young girl held her breath, her mind going blank. Her mother, Luo Qingying, possessed a tall, well-proportioned figure—notably long-waisted and slender-legged—retaining a supple, voluptuous grace even after bearing two daughters.
She seemed indifferent to the gaze of others, yet she took immense pride in those perfectly shaped, firm, and uplifted breasts—which had not sagged in the slightest after childbirth—often dressing in ways that deliberately accentuated their beauty. The outfit she wore was a variation of the qipao fused with elements of a long evening gown; its design was exquisite. Below the high collar, the fabric wrapped directly around the sides of her breasts, leaving a heart-shaped cutout in the center—covered, however, by a sheer, elastic material akin to nylon stockings.
This design perfectly accentuated the voluptuous, full contours of her cleavage—forming a distinct "Y" shape—while cinching her slender, shapely waist and highlighting her round, uplifted buttocks. The gown fell all the way to her ankles, exuding an air of dignified, mature elegance.
It was the first time Yutang had ever seen her mother's beautiful breasts heaving and swaying so vigorously; they were engorged and flushed, with vibrant purple nipples upturned like a bee's stinger—radiating an indescribable, bewitching sensuality.
"Master... *sob*... my pussy itches so much... Ah, ah, it must be because I haven't had it in days... the evil energy has built up again..."