"Ugh..." Zhao Chenyu's rough frame lay sprawled across Auntie Ouyang's soft, luxurious bed. Though his body trembled uncontrollably, I couldn't shake the feeling that his presence was a defilement of her pristine room.
"Haha! Look at you—so big and strong, yet so timid!" Auntie Ouyang lay beside him on her side, a loose silk robe draped carelessly over her delicate form, barely concealing her alluring curves. She showed no discomfort at having a strange man beside her. Or perhaps, she simply didn't regard Zhao Chenyu as a man at all.
"Little Yu, my little servant~" Auntie Ouyang called softly, not even looking at Zhao Chenyu but rather toward the doorway, startling me into hiding with a pounding heart.
For a moment, I thought she was calling for me again.
"Y-yes—Boss Lan." Zhao Chenyu lay stiffly, his fingers nervously clutching the bedsheet, looking more like a virgin on her first night than a grown man.
"Haha! Zhao Chenyu, you must be a good servant now!" Auntie Ouyang smiled knowingly. She lifted her slender arm, her jade-like fingers lightly hooking under his chin, turning his head left and right as if plucking the strings of a silent, lewd melody.
It felt like I was peeking at an empress in her bedchamber, training a new male consort.
When had Auntie Ouyang developed such inclinations?
Even if she wanted a kept man, with just a wave of her hand, countless handsome young men and models would clamor to kneel at her feet. She could have her pick—so why choose Zhao Chenyu, this dark, short, and rough-looking fellow? What on earth was Auntie Ouyang thinking?!
As I frowned in deep confusion, I saw Auntie Ouyang's jade-like fingertip gently glide over Zhao Chenyu's prominent Adam's apple. He swallowed, his throat bobbing slightly, prompting a suppressed smile from her. Her finger then trailed downward to his chest muscles, where she playfully circled his nipple. Zhao Chenyu shuddered violently, making Auntie Ouyang's eyes curve like crescent moons. Her fingertip continued its journey, sliding down to his abdominal muscles. Auntie Ouyang traced them carefully, and whether intentionally or not, Zhao Chenyu suddenly tensed his abdomen, his already well-defined muscles tightening like carved stone. Auntie Ouyang shot him a coquettish glare, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Not bad... little servant, just a bit too hairy!"
Auntie Ouyang's delicate hand continued downward, sliding through his messy pubic hair before her fingers parted slightly and gently wrapped around Zhao Chenyu's hardened member.
"Hiss—" Zhao Chenyu glanced down and couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan.
It wasn't just him—I nearly cried out myself.
The moment Auntie Ouyang's hand closed around Zhao Chenyu, a familiar sensation made my own groin tighten. I was reminded of that ambiguous night when Auntie Ouyang's soft, mature body pressed intimately against mine, her warm hand holding my member, stroking it with tender affection as if I were nestled in a mother's embrace, lost in bliss.
Yet Zhao Chenyu's member was indeed unnaturally thick, making it difficult for Aunt Ouyang's delicate hand to fully grasp, like a wild beast refusing to be tamed. Her slender fingers tightened around it, stroking faster and faster, sending waves of tingling pleasure through him. Under this assault of sensation, Zhao Chenyu's body trembled slightly, his face contorted with ecstasy as he struggled to hold back. Aunt Ouyang's gaze remained fixed on the throbbing veins of his shaft, as if admiring it, before she glanced up with a playful look, watching her "toy" emit low moans of pleasure. An involuntary, teasing smirk curled at the corner of her lips, as though she were savoring a forbidden game.
Peering through the peephole, I was both shocked by Aunt Ouyang's actions and overwhelmed by a surge of jealousy, like an underwater volcano about to erupt beneath turbulent waves.
"Ah—ah! Aunt Lan!" Under Aunt Ouyang's skillful stimulation, copious pre-ejaculate seeped from the tip of Zhao Chenyu's member, coating her fair, delicate hand. As she stroked rapidly, the shaft glistened with moisture. Aunt Ouyang had started by focusing on the thick shaft but now worked from the head all the way down to the base and testicles, her palm nearly buried in his dense pubic hair, slapping rhythmically against his groin with crisp, sharp sounds.
The sound triggered a terrifying illusion in my mind, yet my eyes remained glued to the lewd scene, my body betraying me as blood rushed to my groin.
I didn't know whether I should intervene. The bitterness in my heart tormented me, yet the situation inside the room remained firmly under Aunt Ouyang's control. She seemed to relish toying with Zhao Chenyu. If I barged in now, how could I explain myself? I could say it was for Uncle Qin, for Jingyan's family, but then I remembered that night—Aunt Ouyang covering her eyes with her arm, unwilling to look back even after I left.
She must have been crying even then.
"Ah! Aunt Lan!" Zhao Chenyu's stifled cries of pleasure snapped my attention back.
"Still not cumming? Not yet? Hmm? Such a tough little servant, aren't you?" Aunt Ouyang's eyes sparkled with mischief. It seemed my suspicions were correct—Aunt Ouyang was merely using Zhao Chenyu as a convenient plaything.
"Is this as hard as it gets, Xiao Yu?" Aunt Ouyang asked while continuing to stroke him.
"Ah—yes! Yes, Aunt Lan! It... can't get any harder!" Zhao Chenyu lay obediently on his back, arms pressed tightly to his sides, even his thick, hairy legs clamped together, not daring to spread them. Only his long, thick member stood defiantly erect, like a rebellious outlier.
"You little devil! Tell me, do you want it?" Aunt Ouyang leaned close to Zhao Chenyu's ear, her seductive voice dripping with temptation as it whispered into him, causing his member to twitch noticeably in her grasp.
Meanwhile, I caught sight of Aunt Ouyang's full breasts pressed against Zhao Chenyu's arm. For some reason, a pang of heartache washed over me.
"I... I want to... I dream of it every day." Zhao Chenyu's lips trembled as he answered, unsure whether it was from holding back for too long or from sheer excitement. After all, a peerless beauty like Auntie Ouyang was someone he never even had the right to gaze upon from afar.
As Zhao Chenyu's words reached my ears, my heartstrings were visibly tugged.
Do I want to say it too? Am I unable to speak it out loud?
At this thought, my fists clenched tightly, and certain defenses in my heart seemed to crack.
"The drawer beside you, reach in and take something out." Auntie Ouyang slowly rose, her enchanting figure settling gracefully, her jade-like legs crossing as she pointed to the bedside table beside Zhao Chenyu.
Zhao Chenyu pulled out a thin, paper-like object from the drawer—a condom.
My eyes widened in shock.
Is this really about to happen?
Should I go in and stop it?
Auntie Ouyang... what exactly are you doing?!
"Put it on yourself!" Auntie Ouyang casually smoothed her wavy hair, not even glancing at Zhao Chenyu as she issued the command.
My gaze fixed on the condom in Zhao Chenyu's hand. I watched as he swiftly tore open the packaging and skillfully rolled the condom onto his erect member.
"Hiss—" As he slid it on, he grimaced in discomfort. Once he finished, the condom only covered a little more than half of his length, and it looked incredibly tight, as if someone who normally wore XXXL had suddenly been forced into an L-sized garment.
"Quite fast, huh? You've done this a lot?" Auntie Ouyang's words carried a hidden meaning.
"No... it's just too small." Zhao Chenyu replied with a foolish grin.
"Shut up! You dog slave! Who knew your damn cock would be like this!" Auntie Ouyang seemed provoked, scolding him harshly as she slapped him hard.
"Ah! Boss Lan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhao Chenyu had no idea what he'd said wrong and hurriedly begged for forgiveness. Not only did he not understand, but even I couldn't figure out why Auntie Ouyang had suddenly gotten angry. Was it because of the condom size?
"Dog slave!" Auntie Ouyang raised an eyebrow slightly, spat out the words, then elegantly tossed her long, curly waves to one side. Her delicate body lifted lightly, her jade-like legs parting as she swiftly assumed a seductive half-squatting position, straddling Zhao Chenyu's hips. Her full, perky buttocks trembled slightly as she settled, as if tracing a tempting melody in the air, exuding a lewd, blood-pulsing aura. And beneath them lay Zhao Chenyu's thick, erect member.
My heart was tangled to the extreme, but from the looks of it, Auntie Ouyang was merely toying with Zhao Chenyu. Maybe... maybe it was just a game for her?
Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard a sharp "slap." Auntie Ouyang's hand was still raised in the air, while Zhao Chenyu's face was turned to the side.
Auntie Ouyang... slapped Zhao Chenyu? Why?
"Little Yu, you little slave!" Auntie Ouyang looked down at him from above, teasingly calling out.
"Ah, ah, ah—hiss!" Zhao Chenyu responded cheerfully again, but it was immediately followed by a sharp intake of breath.
Auntie Ouyang's hand reached beneath her, playfully flicking the tip of Zhao Chenyu's purplish-red glans before gripping the shaft. Her delicate, pink lips gently pressed against the head.
"Why do you seem a bit reluctant, little slave? Feeling like your manly dignity is gone, hmm?" Auntie Ouyang teased.
"No, I'm willing! I've dreamed of this!" Zhao Chenyu said, his face flushed as he panted with excitement.
"Haha, haha! You're only saying that now. A man's words... heh!" Auntie Ouyang's tone carried a hint of inexplicable melancholy.
"I know you have something on your mind, and I don't care how you see me. As long as I can make you happy, even for just a moment, I'll do anything! I... I..."
"Ah!" Another slap, but this time, it lacked the previous contempt.
"Enough! Shut up. If I tell you not to speak, then don't speak!" Auntie Ouyang scolded, though her tone no longer held the frivolous disdain.
"Mmm..." Zhao Chenyu could only lie still and keep quiet.
"Big guy!" Auntie Ouyang lowered her head, gazing at the thick shaft held with difficulty in her delicate hand. Her enchanting peach-blossom eyes were filled with desire, her fragrant breath coming in soft pants, her delicate face flushed red. It was as if the fiery heat of the shaft was making Auntie Ouyang's body grow hotter and hotter.
Her loose red nightgown hung precariously, the full, proud peaks of her ample bosom adorned with two small, enticing protrusions. Under the dazzling light, her slender waist, faintly revealing the outline of a toned midsection beneath the nightgown, led down to her snow-white, trembling buttocks suspended in mid-air. Her toned, jade-like legs were stacked together and boldly displayed, as if because Zhao Chenyu couldn't see, they were perfectly exposed to my gaze. The deep crevice between the two jade-like mounds seemed bottomless, as if it could clamp down and crush anything. Meanwhile, Auntie Ouyang had gathered the hem of her nightgown in front of her, seemingly to prevent Zhao Chenyu from seeing her private parts.
"Little Yu, you really are a lucky slave!" Auntie Ouyang sighed softly.
Her words made my heart leap into my throat.
Then, Auntie Ouyang spread her long, slender legs in an utterly lewd posture once more. Her two plump, pink labia were flushed and swollen, contracting slightly with her panting breaths. A glistening layer of moisture made them appear even more translucent and irresistibly enticing.
This side of Auntie Ouyang felt both unfamiliar... and familiar to me.
"Little slave, don't disappoint me!" Auntie Ouyang cast a seductive glance, smiling faintly at Zhao Chenyu. Her moist, glistening entrance gently pressed against the purplish-red glans, separated only by a thin membrane. Yet the intense heat and the throbbing of the massive shaft caused Auntie Ouyang's entrance to contract once more.
"Ah—" Auntie Ouyang let out a clear, pleasured sigh.
"Ugh!!" Zhao Chenyu also released a heavy gasp—an oddly synchronized response.
In my wide-eyed gaze, as if in slow motion, Auntie Ouyang's pert, alluring buttocks gradually descended. The entire purplish-red glans slowly spread open her tightly closed labia, greedily pushing into her entrance to savor the ultimate tightness and tenderness. Auntie Ouyang's entrance gradually opened, eventually swallowing the glans of Zhao Chenyu's shaft completely. Her labia contracted slightly once more, perfectly fitting into the coronal ridge, like a child closing their mouth carefully and selfishly around a lollipop, afraid another child might notice.
"Ah—ahhh!" With just the tip inserted, Auntie Ouyang seemed to be struck by an immense stimulus. Her legs trembled slightly, her full chest heaved up and down, and her pearly white teeth clenched tightly against her rosy lower lip. Her brows alternated between furrowing and relaxing, as if silently conveying the indescribable pleasure interwoven with pain and ecstasy.
Zhao Chenyu's features were already contorted in agony. Though his arm rested against Auntie Ouyang's calf, he dared not move an inch.
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