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So, what do you think? Some might see me, Xiaoyu, as a simp—and sure, I am. But even if she ignores me, it's just because she feels a bit awkward, not because she dislikes it.
Sometimes I even feel like she enjoys bossing me around, watching me fawn over her and worship her. Heh, as long as she likes it, that's all that matters. Isn't that how human interaction works? You give her what she likes, and she'll give you what you like.
But man, I really had it rough. I had to hold back for almost half a month before finally, just last weekend, I got to have my long-awaited third time with L, the hot mom.
And this time, it was finally my turn to shine, haha.
[Video]
(I put on my headphones and glanced at Chu Yun again—he was still grinding away in the game—before confidently clicking on the first video.)
The video begins:
The scene shows a spacious living room with white walls and rustic wooden decor, including a coffee table. The sofa is quite unique—a rainbow-colored soft sofa—but the overall style remains minimalist. This must be the first floor of Zhao Chenyu's standalone house, as he himself is busy in the open kitchen, chopping up a pile of vegetables, though it's unclear what he's preparing.
Looking out the window, the sky is completely dark. It must be the evening of November 1st.
A creaking sound comes from the entrance door—a double-leaf Chinese rosewood door. Where have I seen this kind of decor before? I racked my brain, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone entering.
It's Aunt Ouyang. She's wearing a light gray trench coat and a pair of dark brown round-toe high heels with bows. With sunglasses on, she looks somewhat mysterious. As soon as she enters, she takes off her shoes while removing her sunglasses and glances around. Both their faces are pixelated in the video.
"Sis, you're here!" Zhao Chenyu, upon seeing her, quickly washes his hands and jogs to the entrance, crouching down to find slippers for Aunt Ouyang.
"This place looks pretty nice. I rarely come here, but it's quite cozy and warm," Aunt Ouyang says, her voice slightly altered—probably edited by Zhao Chenyu. When she says "cozy," she's likely comparing it to her own mansion.
"To me, it feels too big and empty. Sometimes I even get scared living here alone," Zhao Chenyu replies as he helps Aunt Ouyang take off her coat.
As the trench coat slips off, Aunt Ouyang is revealed wearing a coffee-colored knitted long-sleeve fishtail bodycon dress that clings tightly to her graceful figure, accentuating her intoxicating curves. This outfit, along with the removed coat, matches exactly what she wore when she returned home the second time.
"Listen, letting you stay here is already a big favor. You're not allowed to bring anyone else—ah!" Before Aunt Ouyang can finish her sentence, Zhao Chenyu, standing behind her after hanging up her coat, suddenly scoops her up in his arms. Her slippers nearly slip off her feet.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" Aunt Ouyang lightly taps him, not angry but with a hint of laughter in her tone.
"Carrying you!" Zhao Chenyu shamelessly replies.
"Ugh, your apron is going to stain my dress!" Aunt Ouyang complains, but her arms remain draped over Zhao Chenyu's shoulders, not pulling away.
"Huh?" Zhao Chenyu placed Aunt Ouyang on the rainbow sofa and checked her clothes.
"Oh, it's fine, go on, go on! Go cook!" Aunt Ouyang pushed him away, but as Zhao Chenyu was leaving, he took advantage of her distraction and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"You! Asking for a beating, aren't you?" Aunt Ouyang scolded him, and Zhao Chenyu grinned mischievously before scurrying off. Aunt Ouyang's cheeks flushed, and my brow furrowed.
Aunt Ouyang was actually being treated so casually by Zhao Chenyu? I had only seen such scenes between Aunt Ouyang and Uncle Qin before, and Aunt Ouyang's annoyed expression after Uncle Qin did something like that wasn't fake.
Why was she so lenient with Zhao Chenyu?
Aunt Ouyang sat on the sofa, looking around, then got up and wandered about. She went upstairs to take a look, came back down, and finally opened the fridge, joining Zhao Chenyu in the kitchen.
"You've tidied up quite nicely, and you've got everything prepared. Not bad, Little Yu," Aunt Ouyang praised, and this "Little Yu" wasn't censored.
"You were coming, so I wanted to make this place spotless, so you'd feel at home, hehe," Zhao Chenyu chuckled.
"At home? No matter what, it can't compare to home," Aunt Ouyang stood behind him and then asked, "What are we eating?"
"I made steak, tossed a cold salad, and there are some wontons I wrapped in the fridge. And also..."
"Alright, alright, that's enough. I don't want to eat much anyway. But you, your cooking skills are pretty good," Aunt Ouyang said in surprise.
"To be honest, I won my girlfriend over with my cooking skills."
"Girlfriend?" Aunt Ouyang teased. Sure enough, every woman is a gossip.
"Yeah, the massage therapist from when I was learning massage, hehe," Zhao Chenyu scratched his head.
(A subtitle appeared on the screen at this moment: It's the curvy massage therapist from the previous post update. I cooked her a meal and won her over, and she instantly became my naughty girl. You can go check it out.)
"Oh, so that's why your technique was so skilled last time!" Aunt Ouyang reached out and pinched Zhao Chenyu hard on the waist.
"Ouch—" Zhao Chenyu really held it in.
"Clean up your own mess!" Aunt Ouyang turned away with a flick of her slender body and walked off with her arms crossed.
Watching this scene, I thought, isn't Zhao Chenyu just asking for trouble? He said before that he wouldn't cross Aunt Ouyang's boundaries, but now he's actively bringing up these messy things to make her angry. What is he trying to do?
As I wondered, the scene shifted to the long dining table next to the kitchen. Under the warm white light, Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu sat facing each other, with exquisitely plated cooked steaks and some side dishes Zhao Chenyu had prepared in front of them. In the tall glasses beside them, some purplish-red liquid, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses, rushed eagerly from the bottom of the glass toward Aunt Ouyang's rosy lips, slowly disappearing from this world.
But what caught my attention wasn't this. Instead, it was the masks that suddenly appeared on Aunt Ouyang and Zhao Chenyu's faces, as if added by special effects, covering the upper half of their faces and most of their cheeks, yet not blocking their eyes and lips.
Zhao Chenyu wore a black beast mask, resembling a gorilla. Aunt Ouyang's face was adorned with a red queen mask paired with a red veil. I had no idea how Zhao Chenyu managed it, but the mask moved along with her head's motions, looking as if it were truly worn on her face.
For someone like me, who knew Aunt Ouyang's real appearance, this added a touch of enchanting, almost bewitching charm to her aura.
"Do you still keep in touch with your girlfriend?" Aunt Ouyang asked between bites.
"No, not for a long time. She's already married," Zhao Chenyu replied.
"Married?" Aunt Ouyang sounded puzzled.
"Yeah, people from small towns marry early. She decided I wasn't the right fit and went on blind dates instead," Zhao Chenyu explained.
"Don't you feel regretful about it?" Aunt Ouyang pressed.
"Not at all. What mattered was the good times we shared. If things didn't work out later, it's better to part ways amicably. Besides, she was the one who ended it," Zhao Chenyu answered the loaded question with ease.
"Hmph… you're quite open-minded. What about now? Have you thought about when you'll look for a girlfriend again?" I couldn't help but feel there was a hidden meaning behind Aunt Ouyang's question.
"Right now, I'm Jie's little follower, devoted to keeping her company. Even if I were to get a girlfriend, it would have to be someone Jie introduces," Zhao Chenyu shamelessly declared.
"Fine, just you wait," Aunt Ouyang said with a smile, cutting a piece of steak.
"*Jie, try this," Zhao Chenyu urged, his eyes fixed on Aunt Ouyang.
Aunt Ouyang took a small bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. Her red lips parted slightly as she remarked, "Not bad. Your cooking skills are quite good, though the meat itself is just average."
"I don't know much about that. You'll have to teach me," Zhao Chenyu replied, his excitement bubbling over like a child's. He stood up, skirted around the long table, and swiftly took a seat beside Aunt Ouyang.
"What are you doing over here?"
"Teach me, won't you?" Zhao Chenyu leaned in close, adopting a cutesy, pleading tone that made me nauseous.
"Teach you what… I… mmm!" Before Aunt Ouyang could finish, Zhao Chenyu sealed her lips with a kiss. Still reeling from disgust, I was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"Mmm… ah! Hmph~" Aunt Ouyang's soft, breathy moans were utterly captivating.
I keenly noticed that Aunt Ouyang's hands were still gripping her knife and fork. The moment Zhao Chenyu kissed her, her fingers tightened fiercely around the handles, sparking some rather extreme thoughts in my mind.
...Mmm
Zhao Chenyu wrapped his arms around her, pulling Aunt Ouyang's delicate frame firmly against his chest. Her hands clenched the cutlery once more before—
Clatter! The knife and fork fell onto the plate. Aunt Ouyang's hands slipped from the table to beneath it, then traveled back up to wrap around Zhao Chenyu's back.
The screen went black, and the video ended.
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Haha, what do you all think? Of course, I can't reveal their faces, but with a body like L Hot Mom's, can you tell she's a stunning mature woman in her forties?
Forgot to mention—before this, L Hot Mom would rather let me fuck her than allow a kiss. It was during our second time together that I forced a kiss on her while we were at it. After that, she gradually gave in. Though we can't be too bold at the company, in our private space, she doesn't hold back anymore.
After all, isn't that what we came here for? Hehe.
(After hearing what Zhao Chenyu said, I finally realized that I too had come to see his kissing Aunt Ouyang as something normal. But Aunt Ouyang had told me that her lips were only for me to kiss... Does this count as betrayal? A wave of sorrow washed over me.)
After finishing the meal, L Hot Mom and I rested for a while. I suggested going out for a walk, but she said she didn't want to. Honestly, I had hoped to take her outside and kiss her, but since that didn't work out, I'd have to find another opportunity later. So I switched tactics and started giving L Hot Mom a massage. At first, it was just a normal neck, shoulder, waist, and leg massage. As we chatted, I kneaded her sexy body, making her laugh. Whenever she laughed, my hands would wander to places they shouldn't, and she'd hit me playfully. Of course, I wasn't afraid of her hitting me—the more she protested, the bolder I became.
[Video] (I took a deep breath and clicked on the video.)
The video began:
The sudden appearance of the scene made my heart skip a beat.
The center of the screen was bathed in warm yellow light, with only a small lamp on the coffee table illuminating the surroundings. Everything else was pitch black. The camera seemed to be placed on the coffee table, facing the rainbow-colored sofa. Zhao Chenyu had Aunt Ouyang pinned against the sofa. Her upper body leaned against the wide armrest, while the fish-tail pencil skirt she wore had been pushed up from below her knees to the top of her thighs by Zhao Chenyu's hands. Her smooth, slender legs were being caressed up and down by his large hands. Aunt Ouyang made no attempt to stop him because she was being kissed deeply by Zhao Chenyu.
"Mmm! Mmm... Hmm!" Beautiful moans continuously escaped Aunt Ouyang's nostrils. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Zhao Chenyu's neck, clearly showing she was already aroused. I had no idea what Zhao Chenyu had done to her earlier to make her so unrestrained even with her clothes still on.
Zhao Chenyu's lips wandered wildly, kissing Aunt Ouyang's cheeks, her snow-white neck, and the tender flesh of her chest, like a greedy hyena unwilling to leave any piece of meat untouched.
"Mmm... Hmm! Mmm..." Aunt Ouyang let out soft, melodic moans, as if in perfect sync with Zhao Chenyu. The red special-effect mask and red veil appeared even more enchanting under the warm yellow light, while the black mask on Zhao Chenyu's face looked even more sinister.
"Ahh..." Aunt Ouyang's moans suddenly grew louder. I looked closer and saw that one of Zhao Chenyu's hands had slipped under her skirt, while the other was greedily kneading her full breasts, toying with the part of her body that most represented motherhood.
The fish-tail skirt was pushed up again, this time past her hips, completely bunched around her waist. Aunt Ouyang's lower body was now fully exposed. A black lace thong covered her intimate area, and her sexy peach-like buttocks were being shamelessly gripped by Zhao Chenyu's fingers, sinking into the flesh and molding the plump curves into various shapes.
"Sis! Your butt is so perky and soft, it feels amazing," Zhao Chenyu whispered.
"Ahh! Shut up! You little rascal! Ah!" Aunt Ouyang cried out softly as Zhao Chenyu's fingers slid between her legs, rubbing against her crotch. I couldn't tell if he had actually penetrated her because, the moment his hand reached her crotch, Aunt Ouyang's legs instinctively lifted, blocking the view. At the same time, her delicate body trembled and squirmed restlessly under his touch.
"Mmm!" Aunt Ouyang's mouth was once again sealed by Zhao Chenyu's kiss. The moan in her throat was abruptly pushed back, transforming into an alluring hum that drifted lazily from her nose.
This kiss also caused Aunt Ouyang's legs to part completely, allowing me to finally see Zhao Chenyu's hand. But when I saw it, fury surged within me.
Because Zhao Chenyu's hand had somehow slipped into her black panties, the back of his hand bulging the fabric into a large mound that rose and fell, indicating his fingers thrusting in and out of Aunt Ouyang's honeyed depths.
"Mmm... mmm... ah..." Aunt Ouyang's panting was now interspersed with fragmented moans, her legs spread wide as if welcoming Zhao Chenyu's play.
"Lan-jie, you're already soaked down there, so much wetness in your little hole." Zhao Chenyu's hand squirmed between Aunt Ouyang's thighs, digging and toying with her honeyed passage. Although the character "Lan" transmitted through the headphones was a garbled sound, the powerful human brain's ability to fill in gaps allowed me, after growing accustomed to this noise, to complete it as "Lan":
I truly felt this was a tragedy.
"Ah... uh... ah!" Aunt Ouyang clung tightly to Zhao Chenyu, but because he needed to dig into her honeyed depths, he had shifted from lying atop her to lying sideways on the inner part of the sofa. Unable to fully embrace him, Aunt Ouyang could only grope and slap randomly at his body, venting her gradually rising desire.
Yet the more fiercely she struck, the faster Zhao Chenyu's hand moved, his thumb now pressing against her clitoris, rubbing that sensitive little nub.
"Ah... ah ah... ah ah!"
Unable to resist, Aunt Ouyang also turned sideways and threw herself into Zhao Chenyu's arms. Her plump peach-like buttocks faced the camera, and thus faced me, trembling lightly in rhythm with Zhao Chenyu's digging motions, like quivering cheeks during laughter. Her originally clear moans gained a layer of muffled quality through the fabric, resembling sobs, resembling whimpers.
"Squelch squelch squelch... squelch!" After rapidly digging for a while, Zhao Chenyu seemed to notice Aunt Ouyang's moans growing increasingly intense. He smiled slightly and withdrew his fingers.
"Uh..." The moment his fingers pulled out, Aunt Ouyang shuddered all over, her thighs lifting to rub against Zhao Chenyu's leg as if urging him on.
"Lan-jie, look how much fluid you have." Zhao Chenyu's right index and middle fingers were pressed tightly together. Under the warm yellow light, they glistened, completely coated with her slick wetness.
"You little brat!" Aunt Ouyang raised her hand and brought it down, striking Zhao Chenyu's pectoral muscle. It appeared as forceful as a tidal wave, yet in reality caused zero damage.
Zhao Chenyu grabbed Aunt Ouyang's arm and draped it over his shoulder, lowering his head to kiss her again. Aunt Ouyang's lips seemed to be her last line of defense; once captured, she abandoned all resistance.
"Lan-jie, do you remember that incident at the end of October when the manager scolded me?" Zhao Chenyu's palm kneaded Aunt Ouyang's peach-like buttocks as he chatted with her.
"I remember, what about it? Weren't you clever enough to say you were a relative's child?" Aunt Ouyang's voice was sticky and drawn-out like melted sugar. Her palm gently caressed Zhao Chenyu's face as if he truly were a relative's child.
"That day in the restroom, I overheard him cursing me, calling me a clueless little brat who doesn't know anything, saying it's ridiculous that I get to stay by your side. He even claimed you favor your own people and that the company is bound to fail sooner or later."
Zhao Chenyu mimicked the tone perfectly, acting as if it were all real.
"Haha, and then? Are you trying to tattle on him?" Auntie Ouyang's voice carried a hint of clarity.
"Not at all. Your decisions are your own business. I just remembered—that guy has been eyeing your backside more than once or twice. And now, the little brat he was cursing is holding the peach-shaped rear he's been dreaming about day and night, giving it a squeeze. Hehe." As Zhao Chenyu finished speaking, he tightened his grip on Auntie Ouyang's plump, peach-like buttocks.
"Ah! You little brat, feeling proud now, aren't you?" Auntie Ouyang didn't seem angry at Zhao Chenyu's audacious behavior.
"I don't have time to feel proud. Right now, all I care about is making Lan-jie feel good. All that vulgar talk, knives, and sticks are nothing but fleeting clouds. Hehe."
After saying this, Zhao Chenyu leaned down and kissed Auntie Ouyang again.
"Vulgar talk? I think you're the only one who knows how to talk vulgarly!" Auntie Ouyang affectionately poked Zhao Chenyu's forehead.
"My vulgar talk is meant to help Auntie Ouyang relax. Hehe." As he spoke, Zhao Chenyu sat up and slid down from the inner side of the sofa.
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