[Urban] Rebirth of a Strange Love: The Loser's Revenge Plan - 4-6

Chapter 5.

Fang Lan had been gone for over half an hour when Fang Ying, who was teaching Qinghua third-grade math, received a call from Fang Lan. Fang Lan asked Fang Ying to check if her computer was off when she left. After answering the phone, Fang Ying told Qinghua to do a few problems on her own before going to Fang Lan's room.

Everyone has curiosity, and Fang Ying was no exception. Seeing Fang Lan's computer on, she wanted to see what interesting things her older sister had on it. Seeing a video file on Fang Lan's desktop titled "Eating Ice Cream," she clicked on it without thinking. The file seemed to open a little slowly, but as soon as the video appeared, Fang Ying's face flushed bright red. So that's what her older sister was watching! The content on the screen was something Fang Ying had never seen before, but she knew what it was. Fang Ying's heart pounded. She went to the door to check outside, making sure Qinghua hadn't followed her, before returning to Fang Lan's computer. On the screen, a man was lying on a bed, and a woman was kneeling on top of him, sucking his penis with both hands, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Can you eat a man's penis? Fang Ying's eyes widened, forgetting what she was doing. The scene changed, and the woman's large buttocks filled most of the screen, with a wet, swaying vulva in the center. Fang Ying suddenly saw a mature woman's genitals, and her face burned again. The man in the scene sat up, knelt between the woman's legs, and licked her red labia with his sharp tongue, then inserted it inside. Good heavens, is this what sex is?

Qinghua, seeing that Fang Ying hadn't returned, suddenly remembered what Fang Lan had told him. Had Fang Lan tampered with her computer? Qinghua quietly went to Fang Lan's door and, sure enough, saw Fang Ying squatting in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the screen, with a soft "buzzing" sound coming from it. Qinghua immediately thought of the word "pornography." He hadn't expected Fang Lan to show Fang Ying pornography. But it was a good way to seduce a young girl; Fang Ying was curious, after all. Qinghua thought he should probably do something now, otherwise he'd be letting Fang Lan down. He was about to take a step when he stopped. No, Fang Ying was still young; she probably wouldn't react much the first time she saw it. Since Fang Lan wanted to use this method to get Fang Ying involved, she would definitely let Fang Ying watch it again later. Only by watching it more often would Fang Ying's mindset change. Thinking this, Qinghua quietly returned to his room.

Not long after, Fang Ying returned to Qinghua's room. "Auntie, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for so long," Qinghua asked deliberately, seeing that Fang Ying's face was still flushed. Fang Ying was a little flustered, but she wasn't worried about lying to her nephew. She told Qinghua that she had just gone to the bathroom. She didn't know that her voice was still trembling slightly.

That evening, when Fang Ying was taking a shower, the hot water in her bathroom was out, so Fang Lan asked her to use hers. Fang Ying went into Fang Lan's bathroom, and after Fang Lan helped her get ready, she left. Because Fang Lan's bathroom was an ensuite bathroom, she didn't close the door properly when she left, and Fang Ying never expected that Fang Lan would be watching her from outside. Fang Ying soaked in the bathtub, humming a song as she scrubbed herself, when suddenly she stopped. She noticed a painting on the wall tiles. The painting was in a classical style, but the figures in it were in extremely suggestive poses. Although not fully exposed, it was clearly a depiction of a man and woman having sex. Her older sister's bathroom was decorated with such tiles—it was so shameful!

Fang Ying blushed. She thought of the pornographic film she had seen during the day, where a man was licking a woman's vulva between her legs. Fang Ying suddenly felt hot, and her body in the water became somewhat stiff. One of her small hands couldn't help but reach between her legs. Fang Ying didn't know how to masturbate, so she just imitated the man's tongue, stroking her still-developing labia with her fingers. Hmm! What does that feel like? It seems quite comfortable.

Fang Lan saw Fang Ying touching herself and a smile appeared on her face. "Xiao Ying, are you done?" Fang Lan called out from the room. Fang Ying was startled and immediately removed her fingers from her labia. "Oh, big sister, I'm done." Fang Ying stood up from the bathtub, rinsed herself with water, dried herself, and put on the nightgown Fang Lan had prepared for her.

"Xiao Ying, Xiao Long is playing cards in his room. Take my computer and play with him for a while. Teach him how to win more cards." Fang Ying, feeling guilty, agreed when Fang Lan asked her to use her computer. She took Fang Lan's computer to Qinghua's room, worried that Fang Lan might have discovered she had watched the video. When she arrived at Qinghua's room, Fang Ying turned on the computer and found that the "eating ice cream" video on her sister's desktop was gone. "My older sister must have seen it yesterday and forgotten to delete it. She deleted it when she got back today." Fang Ying was a little disappointed. Seeing those "erotic pictures" while showering had reignited her curiosity. What was sex really like? Fang Ying hadn't watched the whole video during the day; she'd only seen the man between a woman's legs, his tongue inside her vagina, before turning it off.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Qinghua looked at Fang Ying. He suddenly noticed that the new nightgown Fang Lan had bought for Fang Ying was very revealing and sexy, not at all like something a girl would wear. Fang Ying hadn't worn a bra or undershirt after her shower, just the thin nightgown, and Qinghua could still vaguely see her breasts. If Fang Lan hadn't gone braless in that nightgown, Qinghua would definitely have pounced on her, clamoring for milk and horseback riding. Now, Qinghua could only obediently endure it. Fang Ying didn't notice her "nephew's" lustful eyes at all. She just shook her head and said it was nothing, then taught Qinghua how to play cards.

Whether it was Qinghua's sharp eyes or Fang Ying's nightgown being too big, when Fang Ying lowered her head, Qinghua actually saw Fang Ying's breasts—he saw them clearly, even the tiny pink nipples, no bigger than soybeans, at the tips. They were truly beautiful! Fang Ying's breasts weren't large, pitifully small compared to the two mature women in the Fang family. Qinghua didn't have much of a direct understanding of women's breast size, only that Fang Ying's breasts were about the same size as those of small-breasted adult women, perhaps even a little better. Because Qinghua knew that many women's breasts were padded, while Fang Ying's were completely natural. Qinghua took deep breaths, trying to dispel the desire within him; he knew it wasn't time to possess Fang Ying yet. He had to pretend, to follow Fang Lan's arrangements.

Fang Lan went out again on Sunday, telling Fang Ying that it was fortunate she was there, otherwise Xiao Long would have no one to look after him. Fang Ying assured Fang Lan that she would definitely take good care of Xiao Long. While Qinghua was taking a nap, Fang Ying sneaked into Fang Lan's room again. Fang Lan's computer was still at home, and Fang Ying hoped to find the video she had watched yesterday on it. Fang Ying searched through several folders but couldn't find yesterday's video. Had her older sister really deleted it? There was a new video file on the desktop. Fang Ying clicked on it; it was a movie. The first few scenes of the movie captivated Fang Ying. Although she couldn't understand the dialogue, there were subtitles. The movie told the story of a young woman who, entrusted by her sister on her deathbed, raised a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, eventually developing an illicit affair with him. There weren't many erotic scenes in the movie, but the visuals were beautiful, especially the scene of the young woman and the boy making love passionately, followed by the boy quietly lying on top of the young woman—that scene deeply attracted Fang Ying.

Is sex pleasurable? After watching the movie, Fang Ying returned to Qinghua's room. Qinghua was lying on the bed, the sheet only covering his waist, his vest rolled up, revealing his lower abdomen. Normally, it wasn't a big deal for a man to be like that; Fang Ying had seen it before. But now, having just watched that Category III film, seeing Qinghua's appearance reminded Fang Ying of her aunt and nephew's story. Fang Ying naturally couldn't possibly fall in love with the simple-minded Qinghua, but seeing him reminded her of the image of the boy nestled in her aunt's arms, and she felt a strange unease.

In the following days, Fang Lan would go out every other night, telling Fang Ying she had business to discuss. Actually, Fang Lan rarely went out at night for dates or business meetings because of her son; for many years, she had spent her evenings with him. But now, however, she would be "busy" at night. Fang Lan's so-called business was going to a beauty salon for treatments, so Fang Ying would have time to watch her adult films. When Fang Lan wasn't out, Fang Ying would also play cards with Qinghua on her computer. Fang Ying already knew where Fang Lan's films were kept; when Fang Lan wasn't out, Fang Ying would browse through those films, feeling a little itchy, but unable to watch them. Fang Ying didn't know she had fallen into the lustful trap Fang Lan had prepared for her.

A week later, the weather suddenly turned hot. On Saturday morning, Fang Lan took Fang Ying and Qing Hua to the mall to buy swimsuits. Fang Lan picked out three swimsuits for Fang Ying, two of which were bikinis. Although they weren't the small kind, they looked very sexy hanging on the rack. Qing Hua looked at Fang Ying's somewhat immature body and imagined what Fang Ying would look like in a bikini.

It was only a little past ten o'clock, but the weather was already unbearably hot. As soon as they stepped out of the mall, a wave of scorching heat hit them, blurring even the figures in the distance. "Big sister, let's not shop anymore, let's find somewhere to eat." After shopping at two malls, Fang Ying didn't want to walk anymore and just wanted to go back to swimming as soon as possible.

They got home at exactly twelve o'clock, and Fang Ying went upstairs with her swimsuit as soon as she entered the door. Fang Lan giggled and told Fang Ying to slow down, as she and Xiao Long were going swimming. The three of them changed into their swimsuits and came out. Fang Lan's figure was very hot, and her bikini was extremely sexy. Her bikini was even smaller than Fang Ying's; her breasts were so full that the fabric barely covered anything, with most of her flesh exposed outside the swimsuit. Her peanut-sized nipples were brazenly pressed against the bikini. Although Fang Lan's bikini was a cool blue, it still made Qing Hua's blood boil. Qing Hua had been living with Fang Lan for a month, and in that month, he didn't know how many times he had ejaculated on her, but seeing her now, he still felt his blood rushing to his head, and his swim trunks feeling tighter. Qing Hua worried that Fang Ying would be terrified if she saw him erect. Thinking of this, Qing Hua shifted his gaze to Fang Ying.

Fang Ying, only thinking about swimming, didn't notice Qing Hua's lewd gaze. Although Fang Ying's breasts were much smaller than Fang Lan's, they were beautiful; the porcelain-like flesh peeking out from above her bikini made her breasts look like a pair of inverted white jade bowls on her chest. The warm-toned red and white swimsuit added a touch of allure to her youthful figure, making her look both cute and sexy. Qinghua followed behind the two women and suddenly noticed that Fang Ying's buttocks weren't as slender as he had imagined. Although not yet perky, they were round, though the outer side dipped slightly when she walked, suggesting that she hadn't developed enough fat there yet. Qinghua recalled the first time he saw Fang Ying at Fang Daming's house and thought her buttocks looked prettier when she wore pencil pants.

The three reached the poolside. Fang Ying didn't use the handrail to enter the pool but jumped directly from the edge. "Be careful!" Before Fang Lan could even speak, Fang Ying was already in the water. Because they were worried about their son's safety, the pool wasn't full. Fang Lan reached the edge, and Fang Ying had already surfaced, saying to Fang Lan, "Big sister, come on in, it feels so good!" She then lightly paddled a couple of times with her hands and gracefully swam towards the other end of the pool. Fang Ying was using the breaststroke, and in Qinghua's eyes, she was perhaps the most beautiful "frog" in the world. Qinghua looked at Fang Ying; in the sunlight, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and glistening water droplets clung to her bare skin. Several images of beautiful women emerging from baths flashed through Qinghua's mind, but none could compare to Fang Ying at this moment.

"Xiaolong, hurry up and get in; the water isn't deep here." Fang Lan had already entered the water and was waiting for Qinghua by the handrail. Qinghua stared at Fang Ying, somewhat stunned. Fang Lan didn't suspect anything, because Fang Yulong used to be afraid of water. Qinghua silently turned around, gripped the handrail with both hands, and entered the pool with his back to it. Only halfway in the water, Fang Lan had already grabbed his arm, as if afraid he would escape back up. "Xiaolong, don't be afraid; Mom and Auntie are here today. Soaking in the water is very comfortable, isn't it?" It seemed Fang Yulong was not only afraid of bathing, but also afraid of water. Qinghua gripped the handrail tightly and stopped at the escalator. If he jumped in without hesitation, wouldn't Fang Lan think he changed too quickly? Fear of water is a deep-seated fear, not something that can be completely changed by someone's words. Fortunately, Fang Lan was only focused on her son's progress and didn't notice that he hadn't shown any fear of water when he first entered the pool today. Seeing Qinghua stop on the escalator, Fang Lan held his arm and whispered, "Xiaolong, don't be afraid, come swim with Mommy, Mommy will give you a reward tonight." Fang Lan's voice was very soft; Fang Ying, swimming on the other side, couldn't hear her at all.

The pool was divided into two areas; the shallow end only reached Qinghua's belly. Fang Lan called Fang Ying to Qinghua's side and then said to him, "Xiaolong, how about Mommy and Auntie teach you to swim?" Qinghua looked at Fang Lan and nodded. Fang Lan supported Qinghua's chest and had Fang Ying support his thighs. Fang Lan, supporting Qinghua's chest, taught him how to swim. Qinghua mechanically moved his arms, his mind filled with Fang Ying. At that moment, Fang Ying's arm was supporting his thigh, right in front of it. This was Qinghua's first time being so close to Fang Ying. Perhaps because they were in the water, Qinghua felt that Fang Ying's skin was smoother than Fang Lan's. Qinghua thought that maybe it was because Fang Ying was young.

Qinghua's arm movements were quite skillful. Although breaststroke wasn't Qinghua's forte, he considered himself much better than the two women in the pool. Fang Lan asked Fang Ying to teach Qinghua how to swing his legs, so Fang Ying reached out to swing Qinghua's thigh. However, she accidentally bumped into something soft and plump with her arm supporting Qinghua. Fang Ying didn't recognize what it was at first and reached out to grab it. Even through his swimming trunks, Fang Ying still grabbed Qinghua's penis. Qinghua froze instantly, and then Fang Ying realized what she had grabbed. She let go, and Qinghua's stiff lower body sank into the water. Qinghua instinctively hugged Fang Lan's body, pressing his entire body against her soft chest.

"Xiaoying, what's wrong?" Fang Lan hugged Qinghua, afraid that Qinghua would be frightened. Fang Ying blushed and whispered, "Xiaolong... he's too heavy, I couldn't hold on for a moment." Fang Ying's excuse was a bit ridiculous. Qinghua's lower body was in the water and had no weight at all. If there was any weight, it was all on Fang Lan. Seeing that Qinghua wasn't scared, Fang Lan had him go to the handrail and hold onto it. She and Fang Ying taught him how to swing his legs.

Fang Lan held Qinghua's upper thigh with one hand and his lower leg with the other, bending and swinging it, so that Fang Ying could teach Qinghua in the same way. When Fang Ying saw her older sister holding Qinghua's upper thigh, she immediately thought of the scene from earlier. What does a man's penis really look like? Is it really like in the movies? "Xiaoying, what's wrong? Quickly grab Xiaolong's leg and teach him to paddle." Fang Ying responded softly and, imitating Fang Lan, grabbed Qinghua's other leg. Unlike Fang Lan, she didn't grab Qinghua's upper thigh; she only grasped the area above his knee. Qinghua did nothing but focus on feeling his thigh rubbing against Fang Lan's abdomen and his knee rubbing against Fang Ying's chest.

After the practice, Fang Lan had Fang Ying stand facing Qinghua, placing Qinghua's hands on Fang Ying's shoulders. Then Fang Ying backed away, and Fang Lan taught Qinghua to swing his legs to move forward in the water. Several times, Qinghua almost crashed into Fang Ying. The three seemed to be teaching Qinghua to swim, but their thoughts were completely different. Fang Lan was looking for an opportunity for Fang Ying and Qinghua to make physical contact, while Fang Ying was thinking about those movies. Only Qinghua completely understood the mindset of the three in the pool. Unconsciously, Fang Ying retreated to the edge of the pool, and Qinghua, pretending not to notice, continued to swing his legs. His half-submerged face suddenly bumped into Fang Ying's chest. "Ah!" Fang Ying exclaimed in surprise, caught off guard. Standing in the water, Qinghua asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?" Fang Ying blushed and said it was nothing, she just bumped her back against the wall. When Qinghua bumped into her, Fang Ying felt like her nephew's lips had kissed her chest.

The three of them soaked in the pool for about half an hour. With the two women's guidance, Qinghua was able to swim two or three meters, which made Fang Lan extremely happy; her son, who used to refuse to even go into the water, had actually learned to swim. After swimming, Fang Lan said she had something to do and left the villa. Fang Ying told Qinghua to take a nap, and then slipped into Fang Lan's room. Qinghua sat up in bed and turned on his computer. Qinghua had installed a backdoor program on Fang Lan's computer, so he knew exactly what Fang Ying did with it.

Fang Ying opened Fang Lan's computer and found the pornographic film Fang Lan had stored. The film had a romantic title: "Wedding on the Beach." Fang Ying opened it. A Japanese couple walked on a beautiful beach; the man was wearing a suit, and the woman was wearing a wedding dress, but the dress was extremely sexy—more like a sex toy than a wedding dress.

Perhaps it was because of the contact with Fang Ying's body while swimming earlier, but seeing Fang Ying watching porn ignited a burning desire within Qinghua; it was time for him to act. At that moment, Fang Ying was intently watching the porn. After accidentally touching Qinghua's penis in the pool, her curiosity about sex had rekindled. For the past week, aside from the first time she didn't finish watching the sex scene, she hadn't watched the porn Fang Lan had prepared for her, but instead secretly watched the adult films Fang Lan herself preferred. Although Fang Ying always felt itchy all over after watching them and would masturbate in the bathroom, she had never seen complete sex, so she really wanted to watch it today. Little did she know, while she was watching, another person in the villa approached her with wicked desire.

"Auntie, what are they doing?" Qinghua's words startled Fang Ying so much that she fell to the floor. "Xiaolong, why are you here?" Fang Ying reached out to close the movie window, but her hand trembled, and the movie didn't close; instead, it filled the screen. Qinghua then noticed what was on the screen. A pale green picnic blanket was spread on a white sandy beach, and a woman was lying on it. Her wedding dress was torn open, revealing her full breasts, and half of the hem was pulled off, the other half pushed up to her stomach. Her legs were spread apart, and a man was kneeling between them, licking her vulva. Her red flesh was intermittently exposed on the screen.

Because of the heat, Fang Ying was dressed rather lightly. She wore a loose t-shirt over a white bra, and a floral skirt. Fang Ying sat on the floor, the skirt clinging to her legs, appearing somewhat transparent. Qinghua, looking down, could see her two beautiful legs faintly visible beneath the skirt. "Auntie, what's wrong?" Seeing Fang Ying sitting on the floor in fright, Qinghua pretended not to understand what was on the computer and asked Fang Ying what they were doing. Seeing the screen filled with images, Fang Ying momentarily forgot how to exit, breaking out in a cold sweat. Hearing Qinghua ask her, Fang Ying gradually calmed down. Although her nephew was older than her, his mental age was only that of a second or third grader; he probably didn't understand anything.

"They...they're eating ice cream," Fang Ying stammered, unsure what to say. The image of eating ice cream popped into her head. Unable to close the video, Fang Ying simply shut down the laptop. Qinghua, however, didn't give her the chance. She went over and turned the laptop back on, saying, "Is this also eating ice cream? It looks fun!" At this moment, the woman on the screen emitted moans, making Fang Ying blush again, while Qinghua watched intently.

"Xiaolong, stop watching and do your homework," Fang Ying tried to coax Qinghua away, but Qinghua pretended to be oblivious, saying that math books weren't interesting and she wanted to watch the ice cream video instead. Just as Fang Ying was figuring out how to trick Qinghua into leaving, Qinghua spoke up again: "Auntie, I want to eat your ice cream."

Fang Ying was stunned and didn't know how to answer Qinghua for a moment. After several seconds, she said, "No, I don't have any ice cream for you. There's some in the fridge downstairs, or Auntie can get it for you?"

"Auntie is lying, you have some, show me." Qinghua said, squatting down and reaching her wicked hand under Fang Ying's skirt. Fang Ying was so frightened that she turned around and sat on Fang Lan's bed, kicking off her slippers and climbing on top of her, saying as she backed away, "No, Auntie really doesn't have any ice cream." At this moment, the sound from the computer became clearer, and the "tsk tsk" licking sounds made Fang Ying blush.

Seeing Fang Ying climb onto the bed, Qinghua didn't pounce on her, but instead said loudly, "Auntie is stingy! I'm going to tell Mommy that Auntie won't give me ice cream." Qinghua spoke righteously, as if his request was a matter of course. His words sounded very childish, like a wronged child complaining to his mother. But this very sentence struck a nerve with Fang Ying. Qinghua knew that a young girl like Fang Ying definitely wouldn't want Fang Lan to know she was watching porn.

Fang Ying stared at Qinghua, whose computer screen behind her showed a man's tongue still inside a woman's vagina. Fang Ying thought of her masturbation; the feeling was strange, very pleasurable. What would it be like with another man? What would it be like if a man licked her? Where could she find a man to do such a private thing? Wasn't her somewhat simple-minded nephew a man? Fang Ying looked at Qinghua, a strange thought flashing through her mind. If she didn't give Xiaolong ice cream, he would definitely tell her older sister about it, and she couldn't let her older sister know. Fang Ying felt that Xiaolong usually listened to her, so she just needed to appease him, and besides, this way she could also find out what it felt like to be with a man. Thinking of this, Fang Ying said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, come here, Auntie will give you ice cream, but you have to promise Auntie this is a secret between us, you can't tell your mother."

Qinghua nodded vigorously, his eyes fixed on Fang Ying's legs, as if trying to pierce through her skirt. Fang Ying lowered her head and pulled out pale yellow panties from under her skirt, with pink Minnie Mouse and heart patterns printed on them, looking quite cute. Qinghua then remembered that the panties belonged to a fifteen-year-old girl. Was he being too wicked? But when he thought of the girl in front of him as Fang Daming's daughter, and of his deceased sister, Qinghua knelt on the bed with a lewd grin. The combination of resentment and lewdness made Qinghua's expression extremely strange, but Fang Ying didn't see this. At this moment, Fang Ying was already lying on the bed, lifting her skirt with one hand and saying to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, come and eat Auntie's ice cream!"

Damn Japanese devils! Qinghua cursed inwardly, his eyes glancing at the computer screen. The man on the screen was still relishing the woman's vulva. Pervert! Was it really that delicious? Qinghua never imagined his first sexual encounter with Fang Ying would be giving her oral sex. He cursed himself for choosing the wrong time to enter the room, but to seduce Fang Ying, he had to continue the act. When Qinghua turned to look at Fang Ying again, he was stunned by the sight before him.

Qinghua was already familiar with Fang Lan's genitals: her fleshy mons pubis, her thick, full labia, her wet vulva, her clitoris like a red jade bead—this was Qinghua's current impression of a woman's genitals. Just thinking about Fang Lan's vulva would ignite Qinghua's lust. Or rather, whenever Qinghua felt sexually aroused, he would think of Fang Lan's vulva; the vulva of that beautiful woman he could never tire of was always so wonderful to him. Now, looking at Fang Ying's vulva, it was like an unopened flower bud. Her slightly protruding labia were still a tender, pinkish-flesh color, the tightly closed petals sunken, protecting the girl's most private and precious place. The mons pubis above her vulva seemed to have some fat, but compared to the full-figured mature woman like Fang Lan, Fang Ying's mons pubis was very thin, almost devoid of flesh. Even the sparse pubic hair wasn't as dark and shiny as Fang Lan's, but rather resembled yellowish grass that hadn't seen the sun in a long time. It was unclear whether this was natural or because Fang Ying's pubic hair was just beginning to grow.

Seeing how tender Fang Ying's genitals were, Qinghua felt a pang of guilt. Was it too evil of him to even prey on a girl? Qinghua hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and lay between Fang Ying's legs. Faced with such beauty, desire overcame conscience, sweeping away the last vestiges of guilt in Qinghua's heart. She was Fang Daming's daughter, a little slut like Fang Lan, a little slut who watched pornographic films at such a young age. Qinghua had already forgotten that Fang Lan had "accidentally" shown these videos to Fang Ying.

As Qinghua's nose approached Fang Ying's vulva, a delicate fragrance wafted into it—the scent of shower gel, a smell Qinghua was already accustomed to from Fang Lan. Fang Ying had taken a shower after getting out of the pool, so her scent was particularly fresh. Qinghua couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and licking Fang Ying's closed labia. This was the first time Qinghua had licked a woman's genitals, and he felt a little strange. However, this strange feeling quickly disappeared; Fang Ying's genitals didn't have any other smell, only that lingering fragrance.

From the moment Fang Ying took off her underwear and lay down on the bed to the moment Qinghua knelt between Fang Ying's legs, only a few seconds passed. In those few seconds, Qinghua's mind was racing, while Fang Ying's mind was blank, like someone who had randomly chosen an answer at the last minute of an exam, not knowing if it was right or wrong. When Qinghua's tongue landed on her labia like an electric baton, Fang Ying trembled, her hands instinctively trying to push Qinghua's head away. But at that moment, Fang Ying's strength was like that of a lamb trying to push away a hungry wolf compared to Qinghua's.

Qinghua felt something was off, and Fang Ying felt even more so. Just as she was pushing Qinghua away, Qinghua grabbed her thigh, his tongue landing on her labia again. This time, it wasn't a gentle probe, but a forceful lick, the tip of his tongue tracing the tightly closed labia like fingers. Fang Ying trembled again, her hands no longer able to push Qinghua away.

So this is what men are like! Fang Ying's hands, which had been trying to push Qinghua away, now gently supported Qinghua's head. Qinghua's hands slipped under Fang Ying's legs, clasping her inner thighs. In this position, even if Fang Ying wanted to escape, it was impossible. The women of the Fang family are indeed quite slutty! Qinghua sneered inwardly, then extended his tongue and forcefully traced it across Fang Ying's labia again. This time, Qinghua's tongue forced open Fang Ying's labia, probing into her vagina. Although it wasn't deep, Fang Ying felt as if she had been electrocuted, her whole body arching upwards before collapsing weakly onto the bed. The feeling of men is indeed different! This is how Fang Ying feels right now. Actually, Qinghua's stimulation wasn't very deep; it was just that the stimulation from the opposite sex amplified Fang Ying's perception of touch, especially since the man between her legs was her nephew. Fang Ying couldn't help but think of the aunt and nephew in the movie, and the boy quietly lying on his aunt. What would happen if her mother and older sister found out? A feeling of fear welled up in Fang Ying's heart. "Xiaolong, are you done eating?" Fang Ying had experienced the feeling of a man before and wanted Qinghua to let her go. However, the man's attack had only just begun.

"Auntie, you're so smooth and fragrant here, I haven't tasted it yet." Qinghua stretched out his fingers and gently pried open Fang Ying's labia, instantly revealing her pink vulva. The tender vulva didn't turn red or change color because of Qinghua's harassment; it remained a delicate pink, the translucent flesh trembling gently, with a layer of fleshy membrane with red threads inside. Although Qinghua knew there was a high chance Fang Ying was a virgin—after all, she was only in the second year of junior high and the Fang family had strict rules—Qinghua was still incredibly excited to see a hymen for the first time. She stuck out her tongue and licked inside the vulva, gently touching the membrane with the tip.

A slight pain and a burning sensation spread through the girl's body. Fang Ying twisted her body slightly, letting out alluring moans from her small mouth. "Ah...ah..." Once, twice, three times. Accompanied by those seductive moans, Fang Ying's body twisted more and more violently. At this moment, Qinghua's finger swept upwards, peeling back the clitoris hidden inside the bud. That tender clitoris, smaller than a grain of rice, was extremely sensitive; as Qinghua's finger touched it, Fang Ying trembled violently.

Qinghua licked the tender vulva while gently rubbing the clitoris. Accompanied by the girl's intermittent moans and writhing body, her vagina grew increasingly wet. Qinghua didn't smell anything particularly unusual, so he took Fang Ying's vagina into his mouth and began to suckle intensely, as if he were truly thirsty. The lewd sucking sounds were similar to those from a computer. Qinghua cursed himself inwardly for being a pervert, wondering how he had become like the Japanese. Did he have some kind of perverted fetish? Qinghua sucked hard on the girl's tender vagina, and the thin, slippery vaginal fluid inside increased. Qinghua thought of Fang Lan; when he fucked Fang Lan, she was also very wet. Slut! All the women in the Fang family are sluts!

Qinghua sucked deeply, licking her vagina with his tongue and rubbing her clitoris with his lips. Under Qinghua's sucking and caressing, the girl experienced her first orgasm. Fang Ying unconsciously pinched the top of Qinghua's head hard. So this was how wonderful things between men and women could be! Fang Ying couldn't help but moan. She was completely lost in the moment, feeling something wriggling between her legs, accompanied by a tingling sensation that made her whole body go limp. Fang Ying didn't know how to describe her feelings. She had touched herself a few times in the past week, but she had never felt anything like this. This made Fang Ying even more curious about men.

The sounds of real and lewd acts from the movie intertwined, filling the entire room. Gradually, Fang Ying's moans grew weaker, while the woman's moans in the movie rose higher and higher, interspersed with the sounds of flesh colliding. Qinghua knew that the man and woman in the movie had begun real intercourse. His tongue left Fang Ying's vulva. By this time, Fang Ying was lying limply on the bed. When Qinghua looked at her, she had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed. Qinghua looked at the computer screen again. The man's dark penis was thrusting forcefully into the woman's vagina, the sounds of flesh colliding "slap slap," along with the woman's moans, making the entire computer seem to shake. Qinghua, burning with desire, turned to look at Fang Ying, who was also watching the computer screen, clearly captivated by the sounds from the movie. A sly smile played on Qinghua's lips. It was time! He deftly pulled down his beach shorts, along with his underwear. Fang Ying stared blankly at Qinghua's enormous penis protruding below her abdomen. Fang Ying had no concrete concept of adult male genitalia, and seeing Qinghua's erect penis suddenly left her bewildered. Seeing the man's frenzied thrusting and the woman's frantic screams in the movie, Fang Ying felt a surge of anticipation. What would that feel like?

Just as Fang Ying was staring blankly at Qinghua's lower body, Qinghua had already grabbed her thighs, leaning forward, his glans pressing against Fang Ying's tender vulva. Fang Ying's vulva was indeed very tender; although Qinghua had already licked it until it was overflowing with lustful fluids, his glans still couldn't penetrate. Qinghua didn't care about anything else; all he wanted to do was release his pent-up desires. Even if Fang Ying were younger than fifteen, he wouldn't hesitate to penetrate her and break through her hymen. Qinghua forcefully thrust into Fang Ying's labia, one hand holding his glans, the other parting her labia. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Qinghua's large glans finally entered the vaginal canal, the tip pressing against the hymen. Just as Qinghua was about to penetrate Fang Ying, a sharp pain jolted her back to reality. She instinctively recoiled, crying out, "Stop! It hurts!"

Qinghua was focused on attacking Fang Ying's virginity and hadn't grabbed her thighs. He hadn't expected her sudden retreat, allowing her to escape. When Qinghua tried to grab her, Fang Ying had already closed her legs, her skirt falling to cover her thighs. Qinghua, his erect penis throbbing, stared at Fang Ying. Had the duck he was about to catch just slipped away?

Fang Ying, seeing Qinghua's penis again, felt a surge of tension. Good heavens, Xiaolong's penis was so big! Having just experienced the pain, Fang Ying realized how large Xiaolong's penis was relative to her vagina. No wonder she was in so much pain; men weren't all that fun after all! Qinghua, of course, didn't want to give up so easily. He still wanted to coax Fang Ying into his grasp, but Fang Ying seemed completely sober at this moment. She said to Qinghua, "Alright, Xiaolong, let's stop here for today. You need to do your homework, or your mother will scold you when she gets back."

"But we haven't played like that with them yet!" Qinghua pointed to the screen, and what he saw made him curse inwardly. Damn those Japanese! On the screen, a man's penis had been pulled out of a woman's vagina, its glistening shaft glistening in the sunlight. The woman who had been moaning ecstatically beneath the man seemed like a completely different person, brimming with energy. Sitting on the blanket, she held the man's penis and sucked on it vigorously, her hands skillfully caressing it. "Those balls... fucking amazing!" she thought. "This Japanese woman is really dedicated to her role." Qinghua had genuinely thought she was exhausted from being fucked, but it turned out to be all an act; the woman was full of energy.

Qinghua had originally intended for Fang Ying to see the two of them having sex, but instead, it was the woman giving the man oral sex. Qinghua's mind raced. Even if he couldn't succeed today, there would be other opportunities. He might as well conquer Fang Ying's mouth today. Thinking this, Qinghua looked at Fang Ying's lips; her thin, red lips were translucent and radiated an alluring sheen, just like her name, Cherry Lips. “Auntie, it’s your turn to eat ice cream now.” Qinghua said, extending his glans towards Fang Ying. Fang Ying was leaning against the bed, and Qinghua spread his legs, trapping her between them, his glans pressed against her lips.

“Mmm…” Fang Ying was about to speak when Qinghua’s glans thrust in without hesitation, silencing her. Fang Ying’s mouth was stretched to its limit by Qinghua’s glans; although it didn’t hurt, the muscles in her cheeks ached. This was the first time in Qinghua’s life that he had put his penis in a woman’s mouth, and this woman was his current aunt! Qinghua excitedly began to thrust, his glans pressing against Fang Ying’s cheeks, making round shapes on them. “Mmm… mmm…” Fang Ying hadn’t expected this to happen. Xiaolong had always been very obedient to her, but now she couldn’t say a word.

"Auntie, now it's your turn to eat my ice cream. You have to eat it like Xiaolong!" Qinghua held Fang Ying's face, not giving her a chance to break free. When Qinghua hurt Fang Ying's lower body, Fang Ying was thinking about how to end this excessive game with her "nephew." Unexpectedly, the movie scene changed to a woman giving a man oral sex. Fang Ying was stunned for a moment, thinking that this was good, better than being penetrated by a man's big thing. Fang Ying was about to say that she should do it herself, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the man's hot and big glans pushed in, making her breathless. Fang Ying tried to lean back, but Qinghua's hands held her face tightly. Fang Ying wanted to ask Qinghua to stop but couldn't speak, so she could only push Qinghua's legs away. How could a fifteen-year-old girl resist the vigorous Qinghua? She could only let out whimpering cries from her nose.

Qinghua felt Fang Ying's struggle and didn't dare to use too much force. If he hurt her, it wouldn't be good for his future plans. He didn't know how much time had passed, but the film was over, and the room suddenly became quiet, except for Fang Ying's panting. Qinghua saw Fang Ying's face flushed red from his thrusting, and he felt a surge of triumph. The pleasure of revenge made him straighten his body. Qinghua looked down at Fang Ying again and suddenly saw his sister sucking his penis, looking utterly aggrieved. Qinghua broke out in a cold sweat, his body stopped moving, and he released Fang Ying's face. Fang Ying, who was suffering from suffocation, immediately spat out Qinghua's penis when she saw him release her, gasping for breath. After several seconds, Fang Ying pushed Qinghua away and said, "I'm not playing anymore, I'm suffocating, it's not fun at all."

Fang Ying arched her knees and sat on the bed. Qinghua seemed stunned, naked, kneeling before Fang Ying with his hard penis erect. How could this be? How could I see my sister? Qinghua scrutinized Fang Ying's face. He found that apart from the shape of her face and nose being somewhat similar to his sister's, Fang Ying's eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were several times prettier than her sister's. Overall, she was only one or two tenths as beautiful. Could it be that he felt guilty about possessing Fang Ying that he did this? After all, Fang Ying was only fifteen years old. What did Fang Daming's crimes have to do with her? Another voice rang in Qinghua's mind: Wasn't this how his sister was driven to her death by Fang Daming? To avenge his sister, he had to take revenge on the women around Fang Daming for all the grievances his sister had suffered.

Seeing Qinghua standing there speechless, Fang Ying picked up her underwear and tried to put it on. Qinghua suddenly pounced on her, grabbed Fang Ying's legs, and Fang Ying screamed and fell onto the bed. Qinghua naturally didn't want to give up like this. Although he knew that if he couldn't get Fang Ying today, Fang Lan would help him achieve his wish later, Qinghua was currently feeling pent-up and wanted to release his pent-up desire on Fang Ying, even if it was just to ejaculate into her alluring little mouth. Qinghua didn't have a particular fetish for licking women's vulvas, but to further entice Fang Ying, he took her vagina into his mouth. The girl's vagina wasn't dry and still emitted a faint, erotic scent. Qinghua's tongue vigorously rubbed Fang Ying's clitoris, his slightly rough tongue parting the foreskin covering the clitoris. As Qinghua's tongue tip brushed against her clitoris, Fang Ying's body arched upwards, and she let out a soft moan. "Xiaolong, let's stop playing..." Fang Ying said, her hands gripping Qinghua's head. The sensation was too wonderful for her; as long as Qinghua didn't penetrate her, the more he licked, the more she liked it.

"Auntie, my penis is so uncomfortable, it's swollen and painful. Auntie, can you rub it for me?" Qinghua licked for a while, then raised his head, taking Fang Ying's soft little hand and placing it on his penis, thinking how wonderful it would be if Fang Ying's tender little hands helped him masturbate. Fang Ying's fingers touched Qinghua's penis and she flinched slightly. She thought that since her older sister didn't know about her and Xiaolong's affair, she might as well experience what it felt like to touch a man's penis. With that thought, Fang Ying took Qinghua's penis in her hand. Qinghua nodded excitedly, "Mmm, Auntie's touch feels so good, it doesn't hurt much anymore." Fang Ying felt a little strange. Did men feel pain too? Were men and women opposites? Women felt pain when they did that, but men didn't? "Xiaolong, does it still hurt like this?"

Qinghua said seriously, "It doesn't hurt anymore when Auntie touches it." Fang Ying imitated the women in adult films, gently stroking Qinghua's penis with one hand, which gave Qinghua a wonderful feeling. After a few minutes, Fang Ying's hand got a little sore, and her movements slowed down. Qinghua said, "Auntie, let's eat some more ice cream, that's even more comfortable." Fang Ying thought, as long as Qinghua didn't penetrate her vagina, eating ice cream was fine. Afraid that Qinghua would again overwhelm her like before, she had him sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor, taking his penis into her mouth. Although Fang Ying wasn't very skilled at oral sex, her small mouth allowed her to skillfully manipulate Qinghua's glans. Qinghua couldn't last long; just as he was about to ejaculate, he forcefully grabbed Fang Ying's face. By the time Fang Ying realized something was wrong, Qinghua's semen had already shot into her throat. Before Fang Ying could react, the man's semen had entered her stomach with her breath, some even choking her and spreading a peculiar, fishy taste in her mouth.

"Cough, cough..." As soon as Qinghua let go, Fang Ying plopped down on the floor and coughed violently a few times, but she had already swallowed the semen and couldn't cough it up anymore. Finally, she glared at Qinghua and said, "Xiaolong, you're so bad! You didn't even tell me you wanted that."

Tell you? If I told you, how could I ejaculate in your alluring little mouth? Qinghua pretended not to understand, putting on an act of admitting his mistake. "Auntie, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in and I peed."

"That wasn't pee, it was... you wouldn't understand even if I told you." Fang Ying stood up, grabbed her panties from the bed, and went into the bathroom. As she closed the door

, she made Qinghua put his pants back on. Qinghua watched Fang Ying's retreating figure and thought to himself, "Little slut, in a few days, I'll fuck you, fuck you hard!" Fang Ying finished washing up and came out. Qinghua was still fiddling with Fang Lan's computer. Fang Ying went up and turned it off, then pulled Qinghua to sit on the bed. "Xiaolong, what happened today is a secret between you and your auntie. You can't tell your mother, or your auntie won't play with you anymore." In Fang Ying's eyes, playing was very important to Qinghua. Qinghua nodded obediently, and the two played games again.

Fang Lan didn't return until evening. At dinner, Fang Lan asked Fang Ying about Qinghua's afternoon studies and whether Qinghua had been obedient while she was away. Fang Ying felt uneasy. That afternoon, besides playing real-life games with Qinghua, she hadn't studied any schoolwork. Fang Ying didn't dare look at Fang Lan, keeping her head down as she ate, saying that Qinghua was doing well in his studies. At this moment, Qinghua spoke up: "Mom, I'm very obedient to Auntie at home. Auntie even kissed me as a reward." Hearing this, Fang Ying's heart nearly jumped out of her chest, and she secretly glanced at Fang Lan. Fang Lan didn't ask any further questions, but simply smiled and asked Qinghua if he had gotten the questions his aunt had given him right. Qinghua nodded and said, "Mom, I got them all right today. You have to give me a reward." Fang Ying hadn't considered what reward Qinghua wanted from Fang Lan. She hadn't even noticed that her "nephew" had lied to his mother. She was secretly relieved that Fang Lan hadn't asked Xiaolong how she kissed him; if Xiaolong had told the truth, she would have been in serious trouble.

When Fang Lan heard her son ask for a reward, her face flushed slightly, but she quickly recovered and said she would test him again that evening. If he did well, she would definitely give him a reward. After dinner, Fang Lan cleared the dishes. Fang Ying beckoned to Qing Hua with her finger. Qing Hua walked over to her, and Fang Ying said in a low voice with a stern face, "Xiao Long, you're not allowed to tell your mother anything about us anymore, understand? Otherwise, your aunt won't play with you and will beat you." Fang Ying waved her clenched fist in front of Qing Hua as she spoke. Qing Hua looked at Fang Ying's small fist and chuckled inwardly. One sentence had scared her so much.

The next day was the same. While swimming, Fang Lan tried to get Fang Ying and Qing Hua to have physical contact as much as possible. Having learned from yesterday's experience, Fang Ying was no longer as flustered when hugging Qing Hua. Even when she touched Qing Hua's penis, she remained calm and composed. Qing Hua, on the other hand, inadvertently took advantage of Fang Ying's body. While Fang Lan was still in the pool, the phone on the poolside lounge chair rang. Fang Lan answered the phone and told Fang Ying to be careful in the pool. Actually, Fang Lan's words were unnecessary. The deepest part of the pool only reached Qinghua's neck. Fang Lan was afraid that something might happen to her son, so she controlled the water level when she drained the pool. Therefore, she felt at ease going out.

After Fang Lan left, Fang Ying told Qinghua to chase after her. By then, Qinghua's "skill" had allowed him to swim to the other side of the pool. Qinghua pretended to refuse, asking Fang Ying to carry him like she had taught him to swim. "Little Long, you chase after Auntie. If you catch Auntie, Auntie will take you." Qinghua felt something was off, as if he wanted to woo Fang Ying to be his wife. The two played in the water. Qinghua, taking advantage of his height, stood in the water, while Fang Ying, in the deeper water, couldn't reach him. Not wanting to swim anymore, she lay on Qinghua's back, her soft little belly pressing against his back. Qinghua suddenly remembered that he had licked Fang Ying for so long yesterday, yet he hadn't touched her breasts.

The two soaked in the water for more than half an hour before getting up. Fang Ying told Qinghua to take a nap, but he refused, saying he wanted to play with her. Although Qinghua didn't say what they would play, Fang Ying vaguely sensed that the play he was referring to was "eating ice cream" that they had played yesterday. As long as Fang Lan didn't know, Fang Ying wasn't afraid of Qing Hua, because that wonderful feeling had already somewhat bewitched her. "Hmm, Auntie will play with you, but you have to listen to Auntie. If you do what you did yesterday, Auntie won't talk to you anymore, understand?" Fang Ying changed into a sundress and carried Fang Lan's computer into Qing Hua's room. "Xiao Long, Auntie will show you something nice." Fang Ying turned on the computer and found a collection of adult films that Fang Lan had treasured. Qing Hua was stunned, wondering what Fang Ying meant by showing him adult films. Then, Qing Hua realized that Fang Ying had her own agenda. She wanted Qing Hua to lick her, but didn't want him to actually sleep with her, so she thought of showing him adult films. She thought her "nephew" didn't understand matters between men and women, and as long as he didn't see any physical intimacy, it would be easy to fool him.

The film was still about an aunt and nephew, but the aunt and nephew in the film were about the same age as Fang Lan and Qing Hua. Qing Hua hadn't paid attention before, but now, seeing this film again, his eyes lit up. Fang Lan had changed many of the movies she prepared for Fang Ying, but this one remained. Why was Fang Lan hiding this movie? Did Fang Lan really "fall in love" with her son?

"Auntie, is she in a lot of pain?" The woman in the movie frowned and leaned back, her hands clasped around the man's hands. A large portion of her long, black hair cascaded down her chest, and her full breasts, though slightly sagging, swayed gently, still very alluring. Qinghua got hard after watching for a short while. Hearing Fang Ying's breathing become rapid, Qinghua deliberately asked her this question. Fang Ying shook her head and said, "I don't know." She looked down at Qinghua and noticed that her nephew's crotch was already bulging. Fang Ying recalled the blissful feeling from yesterday and said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, do you want Auntie to give you ice cream?"

Did she want me to lick you again? Although Qinghua wasn't very willing, he nodded to entice Fang Ying. Seeing Qinghua nod, Fang Ying turned off the movie, sat on the bed, and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, exposing her smooth, tender vulva to Qinghua's eyes. Fang Ying felt she had successfully seduced Qinghua, unaware that she was falling deeper and deeper into a man's trap.

Qinghua moved between Fang Ying's legs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he closed his mouth. Fang Ying's vulva was warmer than other parts of her body, but it still felt refreshingly clean to the touch. At that moment, a strange question suddenly popped into Qinghua's mind: what did Fang Ying's vagina taste like?

Under Qinghua's licking, Fang Ying quickly reached orgasm. Qinghua, wanting to take advantage of the situation, pulled down his pants and tried to thrust his painfully hard penis into Fang Ying's vagina. However, Fang Ying's vagina was really too small. Although it was very wet, Qinghua's glans couldn't penetrate all at once, and by the time he tried to thrust again, Fang Ying had already noticed. "Xiaolong, you can't do that. Let your aunt do it. Lie down." Qinghua didn't force himself on her. If he used force now, he would definitely take advantage of Fang Ying's body, but that would be detrimental to his long-term possession of her, and might even affect Fang Lan's plans. Fang Lan's plans were definitely long-term, not just about taking advantage of someone once. He lay down on the bed as Fang Ying said. Fang Ying lifted her skirt and sat on Qinghua's lap, then her delicate, downy vulva pressed against Qinghua's erect penis.

Qinghua only felt something warm and soft pressing against his penis, and then Fang Ying, sitting on him, began to twist her body, the warm thing rubbing against his penis. Although the feeling wasn't as pleasurable as when he had sex with Fang Lan, it was still incredibly stimulating. Qinghua, of course, knew what was pressing against his penis. He hadn't expected Fang Ying to think of this trick; she probably learned it from some adult film.

Qinghua propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head back to see how Fang Ying's vulva rubbed against his penis, only to find that their point of contact was covered by Fang Ying's sundress. Damn it, he should have taken off her skirt when he was licking her vulva. Did she think he could make him ejaculate like that? Watch how I break your hymen, you little slut. Qinghua sat up and lifted Fang Ying's skirt with both hands. Fang Ying was stunned by Qinghua's actions; she clearly hadn't expected him to take the initiative. "Xiaolong, what are you doing? Don't you like this?" Fang Ying twisted her hips, rubbing her vulva against Qinghua's penis, which in turn rubbed against her labia and clitoris. She felt even better than Qinghua. "I want to see what Auntie is using to rub Xiaolong's penis," Qinghua made up a reason that even he found stupid. Fang Ying didn't suspect anything from Qinghua's words and raised her hands for him to take off her sundress. Underneath the sundress was a pink elastic bra that perfectly covered Fang Ying's breasts.

“Auntie, why are your breasts smaller than that woman's in the movie?” Qinghua said, pushing Fang Ying's bra up as well. Fang Ying snorted and said, “Auntie hasn't fully developed yet. When I do, they'll definitely be bigger than that woman's.” As she spoke, Fang Ying grabbed Qinghua's hands and pressed him down, in the same position the woman in the movie had used. Qinghua, who was half-sitting and supported only by his back, was pushed back onto the bed by Fang Ying. However, with the pillow under his head, Qinghua could see Fang Ying's pink labia parted, sliding around his penis. Although it was only a tiny bit inside, the visual impact made Qinghua feel even more stimulated. Although Fang Ying's labia weren't very wide open, only "biting" a little bit of the surface of Qinghua's penis, those smooth labia seemed to be full of magic. Qinghua felt his penis being tightly gripped by Fang Ying's labia.

Qinghua wanted to touch Fang Ying's breasts several times, but Fang Ying was holding his fingers, so he couldn't be too obvious. He was stopped by Fang Ying several times. Qinghua stared intently at the point where their genitals met, hoping that Fang Ying's labia would slide onto his glans so he could thrust in. However, Fang Ying's movements were minimal, only reaching the glans before sliding back. Perhaps Fang Ying was about to climax again; her movements quickened and intensified. Qinghua became excited, waiting for Fang Ying's vagina to press against his glans…

Suddenly, the sound of high heels came from downstairs. Luckily, Qinghua's room door wasn't closed, and the sound of the high heels was clearly audible. Fang Ying reacted quickly, immediately getting off Qinghua and rapidly putting on her underwear and skirt. Qinghua knew Fang Lan had returned, and unlike Fang Ying, he wasn't in a rush, slowly putting on his pants. Fang Ying finished her skirt, but Qinghua hadn't yet pulled up his pants. Fang Ying pulled up his pants while telling him not to talk nonsense. Fortunately, Fang Lan was downstairs changing her shoes, and by the time she came upstairs, Fang Ying had already washed her face in the bathroom and returned to play cards with Qinghua.

"Xiaolong, you're up so early today?" Fang Lan saw Fang Ying and Qinghua playing cards and didn't suspect anything had happened between them. Fang Ying hadn't expected Fang Lan to come home so early, and her heart was still pounding. Since Fang Lan didn't ask her anything, she didn't speak to her either. Qinghua always had the same expression, giving Fang Lan a curt "hmm," but inwardly he resented her. If she hadn't come back at this time, he might have taken advantage of the chaos and slept with Fang Ying.

Because Fang Lan almost caught them having an affair on Sunday, Fang Ying, who was already quite timid, dared not play such excessive games with Qinghua again. These past few days, not only had Qinghua been listless, but Fang Ying had also been somewhat absent-minded. Fang Lan knew that Qinghua's listlessness was because her son's "crush" on Fang Ying hadn't progressed, while Fang Ying's behavior delighted Fang Lan. The little girl must have watched those adult films and was thinking about men, she was in heat. Friday night arrived in the blink of an eye. Fang Lan told Qinghua to take a shower and play games in the living room, saying she would come and call him. Qinghua felt a surge of excitement; he knew Fang Lan was about to make her move. Qinghua knew very well that he had already seduced Fang Ying enough, and as long as Fang Lan continued to push things along, possessing Fang Ying would be a sure thing. Thinking of this, Qinghua felt a surge of heat throughout his body, as if Fang Ying's naked vulva was right in front of him.

Fang Ying lay in the warm bathtub, her eyes immediately drawn to the erotic pictures on the wall. She couldn't help but think of her masturbation and her relationship with Qinghua, especially the games they played—the feeling was simply too wonderful. Fang Ying knew her actions, including playing with her nephew, were shameful, things she shouldn't let anyone know, yet she couldn't resist the deep-seated desire within her, a desire that transcended her thoughts and controlled her body. Fang Ying slowly moved her hands between her legs, her fingers gently caressing her labia. She didn't fully understand her body, unaware that stimulating the clitoris was the best method; she simply used her fingers to gently probe the slit between her labia or pinch her slightly protruding labia. Although it wasn't as pleasurable as her nephew licking her, Fang Ying closed her eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying the intoxicating pleasure.

Suddenly, Fang Ying felt someone standing beside her. She opened her eyes and froze. It took her several seconds to remove her hands from her private parts, which dangled in the water, unsure where to put them. "Sister, I..." Fang Ying's face flushed red; she didn't know what to say to her sister. Fang Lan, holding a nightgown in her hands, smiled faintly at Fang Ying as if she hadn't seen Fang Ying masturbating. "Little Ying, this is a new nightgown I bought for you. Do you think it's pretty?" Fang Lan unfolded the nightgown, and Fang Ying nodded slightly, looking at the semi-transparent fabric. She had no idea why Fang Lan had bought her a new nightgown. Actually, Fang Lan had already bought the nightgown; she was just using it as an excuse to see Fang Ying masturbate. Fang Ying, a young girl, naturally couldn't see that everything she did was under Fang Lan's control.

Fang Lan put the nightgown on a shelf and walked to the bathtub, saying, "Little Ying, we sisters haven't talked in a long time. Keep your sister company today." Before Fang Ying could speak, Fang Lan took off her nightgown and stepped into the bathtub. Fang Ying blushed upon seeing her older sister's ample bosom and shifted her body to the side.

"Little Ying's all grown up now, do you have a boyfriend at school?" Fang Lan chuckled, casually touching Fang Ying's chest, making Fang Ying feel like the older sister was teasing her younger sister. However, Fang Lan's words were ambiguous, implying both that Little Ying was getting older and that her breasts were large.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend, I'm still young," Fang Ying said, lowering her head like a child admitting wrongdoing. Fang Lan giggled, "Little Ying, I've been your age too, I know what you're thinking. Don't be afraid, I'm not your mother. Tell me, how many boys at school are pursuing you?"

Actually, Fang Lan knew Fang Ying's situation. Although early relationships were common among middle school students, Fang Ying's school was very strict, and the students were generally well-behaved. Hearing Fang Lan's words, Fang Ying hurriedly said, "Sister, I really don't have a boyfriend."

Fang Lan looked surprised and said to Fang Ying, "How could that be? Our Xiaoying is so pretty, how could no boys pursue her? When I was your age, boys wrote me love letters. Boys these days are much bolder than I was in school."

Fang Ying stared blankly at Fang Lan for a long time before softly saying, "Sister, did boys really write you love letters when you were in school?" Hearing her older sister talk about her school days, Fang Ying immediately became curious. Fang Lan nodded and said yes, some of the love letters were quite explicit. "Did boys write love letters to our Xiaoying too?"

"No, just little notes, not really love letters." Fang Ying's voice was very soft, but there was a hint of pride in her words. “I knew it! Our Xiaoying is so pretty, how could no boys chase after her?” Fang Lan leaned closer and whispered in Fang Ying’s ear, “Xiaoying, has any boy touched these?” As she spoke, Fang Lan’s hand again pinched Fang Ying’s small breast. This wasn’t a gentle caress; Fang Lan’s fingers pinched Fang Ying’s nipple like a grape. Fang Ying, like a startled rabbit, twisted her body forcefully and said no.

Fang Lan giggled, “Xiaoying, yours are so big now, they must be very attractive to boys.” Fang Ying blushed and said, “No, they’re too small compared to my sister.” Fang Ying remembered a scene in a movie where two women touched each other, and boldly touched Fang Lan’s breast. The lower part of Fang Lan’s breast floated in the water, and Fang Lan felt it was quite heavy when she touched it, marveling even more at the fullness of her sister’s breasts.

Fang Lan puffed out her chest, touching her breasts with both hands and laughed, "When I was your age, I was flat-chested. Xiao Ying will definitely have bigger breasts than you someday." Fang Ying blushed, unsure what to say to her sister. Seeing Fang Ying remain silent, Fang Lan reached out and touched Fang Ying's breasts again, whispering in Fang Ying's ear, "Xiao Ying, have any boys touched these before? It's much more exciting to touch them than to touch them yourself." Hearing Fang Lan's words, Fang Ying's heart leaped into her throat. Had her older sister found out about her affair with Xiao Long? Fang Ying didn't dare to pull away from Fang Lan's clutches. She glanced up at Fang Lan, and seeing that Fang Lan didn't show any particular expression, Fang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, I've never been touched by a boy. Although some boys have asked me out, I ignored them." (

Chapter 6, April 18th

) "Hmm, Xiaoying, you need to be careful. Those boys at school are unreliable. You'll suffer if you're not careful." Fang Ying thought Fang Lan was saying this because her mother had sent her to get information out of her, so she quickly told Fang Lan that she wasn't in a relationship. Fang Lan's hand moved down Fang Ying's body, saying as she did so, "Xiaoying's skin is so smooth, I'm so envious." In the blink of an eye, Fang Lan's hand was already below Fang Ying's waist. Fang Lan's fingers spread, tracing Fang Ying's mons pubis, and she said, "Xiaoying, when did you start?"

Fang Lan had circled back to Fang Ying's masturbation. Because they had talked about some very private things, Fang Ying wasn't as panicked as she had been at the beginning. Although Fang Lan was about the same age as her mother, Xia Zhuyi, Fang Ying felt that Fang Lan was much more understanding than her mother. However, she didn't know how to tell Fang Lan about this. Seeing Fang Ying remain silent, Fang Lan said softly, "It's okay, I sometimes do that too. You're all grown up now, it's normal." Hearing Fang Lan say she also masturbated, Fang Ying breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Fang Lan, asking, "Sister, don't tell my mom, she'll scold me." Fang Lan smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not an old hag. It's a physiological need, an instinct, perfectly normal. Since your brother-in-law left, I've often done it too, it's nothing serious, you don't need to worry."

Under Fang Lan's "guidance," Fang Ying gradually opened up, regarding Fang Lan as a mentor and friend in this area. "Little Ying, I'll give you something good later." As the two got out of the bathtub, Fang Lan smiled and said to Fang Ying. Fang Ying put on the semi-transparent nightgown, her originally youthful body appearing alluring under the fabric. She definitely had Xia Zhuyi's seductive charm! Fang Lan looked at Fang Ying, a smug smile on her face.

Something good? Fang Ying didn't know what Fang Lan was talking about, but she sensed that it was related to sex. When Fang Lan took a vibrator out of the cabinet, Fang Ying's eyes widened. She never expected that her sister would hide such a thing in her room. "Xiao Ying, do you know what this is?" Fang Lan asked Fang Ying. If Fang Ying hadn't been secretly watching those adult films, she might not have known what it was, but now Fang Ying knew very well what Fang Lan had in her hand. Fang Lan had Fang Ying sit on the bed and used the vibrator to massage Fang Ying's genitals. Fang Lan was much better at this than Fang Ying, and it didn't take long for Fang Ying to have a small orgasm. Fang Lan asked Fang Ying if it felt good, and Fang Ying nodded shyly. Fang Lan said casually, "This thing is for us women to relieve loneliness. It's far inferior to what men do. If it had been a man just now, the feeling would have been amazing."

Wasn't the feeling similar? Fang Ying felt that the feeling Fang Lan gave her with the vibrator was much more comfortable than masturbation, even more comfortable than Xiao Long licking her. But Fang Ying knew that her relationship with Xiao Long wasn't purely sexual intercourse. "Sister, is it really comfortable with a man? Isn't it very painful?" Fang Lan, unaware that Fang Ying had already "tried" it with Qing Hua, assumed that Fang Ying had only read about it in a book, and said with a smile that a woman's first time would be a little painful, but after the pain, it would feel incredibly comfortable, a feeling that nothing could replace.

"Sister, is it really that comfortable when a man touches you? Doesn't it hurt a lot?" Fang Ying was still a little skeptical of Fang Lan's words; based on her "experience," it was very painful. Fang Lan giggled and asked Fang Ying if she wanted to find a man to try it out. Fang Ying immediately shook her head and said, "No way, my mom will kill me. Tell me about the feeling, sister."

"Silly girl, how will your mom know if you don't tell her? Since God gave us men and women, it's for men and women to do this kind of thing. Honestly, do you have a crush on a boy at school? As long as you find someone who listens to you, you can experience the wonderful feeling, and your mom won't know." Fang Lan's hand went directly to Fang Ying's mons pubis, saying, "It feels even better when a man touches you. Xiao Ying, why don't we find a man to try it out?"

Fang Lan's words reminded Fang Ying of Qinghua; that feeling seemed more comfortable than masturbation or her older sister touching her. But where could she find a man who would listen to her? Fang Lan laughed, "Silly girl, we have one in our family."

Fang Ying was startled, "Sister, you mean Xiao Long? No, I'm his aunt." Fang Ying lowered her head as she spoke. Although Fang Lan had mentioned Xiao Long, she dared not let Fang Lan know about this now. "Although Xiao Long is a bit slow, he has always listened to you. Besides, although you are Xiao Long's aunt, you actually have no relation to him at all. Xiao Long is adopted..."

Before Fang Lan could finish speaking, Fang Ying said softly, "I know."

"You know?" This time it was Fang Lan's turn to be surprised. Fang Ying nodded and said, "Once I overheard my mother nagging my father, saying that Xiao Long isn't Fang's biological son, and he's slow, so he doesn't deserve my father's attention..." Fang Lan immediately understood what was going on. It must be Xia Zhuyi gossiping in Fang Daming's ear, trying to scheme for the assets in her hands. Fang Lan looked at Fang Ying and sneered inwardly. Xia Zhuyi, Xia Zhuyi, you think you can get the old man to give you control of the property? Dream on! "Everything in the Fang family belongs to my precious son, even your daughter!"

"Xiaoying, since you already know, what are you afraid of? It's always more comfortable with a man than masturbating yourself. Xiaolong is getting married soon, and I'm worried he won't understand this. How about we teach him how to do it today? Xiaolong always listens to you; he'll do whatever you ask." Qinghua had been eavesdropping at the door. When he heard Fang Lan using a vibrator on Fang Ying, Qinghua's penis immediately became hard. Recalling what he and Fang Ying had done last week, Qinghua knew Fang Ying would agree to Fang Lan's suggestion, so he retreated to the sofa pretending to play games, but his mind was preoccupied with Fang Lan and Fang Ying's conversation. Could it be that Fang Yulong wasn't Fang Daming and Fang Lan's son? Qinghua found this very strange. If Fang Yulong wasn't Fang Lan's biological son, why would Fang Lan dote on him so much? But Xia Zhuyi also knew that Fang Yulong wasn't Fang Lan's son, and she believed this fact. Why didn't she doubt it? Unless Fang Yulong's background was closely related to Fang Lan.

Just as Qinghua was pondering the true relationship between Fang Yulong and Fang Lan, Fang Lan came out to call him. "Little Long, today you can ride your auntie, but be gentle. Listen to Mommy after you come into the room, okay?" Qinghua looked overjoyed, like a child whose long-awaited wish was about to come true. Seeing her son so happy, Fang Lan smiled knowingly. She didn't know that her son's happiness stemmed from the success of one of his schemes. Inside

the room, Fang Ying lay on the bed, her eyes half-closed, watching Fang Lan and Qinghua outside, her heart filled with unease. Was she really going to play a sex game with her "nephew"? What would it feel like? Would it really just hurt for a moment and then be over? Seeing Fang Lan bring Qinghua into the room, Fang Ying closed her eyes.

Qinghua saw Fang Ying wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, and a pair of girlish lace panties on the bed; his impulsive desire instantly made his penis erect again. The girl's body was faintly visible through her nightgown, her delicate breasts, not as full as Fang Lan's, but firm and perky like a young girl's. Even lying on the bed, her breasts remained perfectly intact. Although Qinghua was familiar with Fang Ying's body, he still couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight before him.

"Xiaolong, take off your pants." Seeing her son staring blankly at Fang Ying's half-naked body, Fang Lan smiled and walked behind Qinghua, pulling down his shorts. The penis that drove her crazy stood erect between his legs, its glans pointing straight to the ceiling. Fang Lan was both amused and annoyed by her son's behavior. This silly boy was so excited about being able to ride his aunt!

"Xiaolong, is Auntie pretty?" Fang Lan asked him while touching Qinghua's penis. "Pretty, Auntie is the prettiest." Qinghua grinned foolishly and, guided by Fang Lan, walked to Fang Ying's side. Fang Lan giggled, "Little Long, today Mommy and Auntie will teach you a new game. You touch Auntie here, this is where Auntie peees, just like Mommy does." As she spoke, Fang Lan lifted Fang Ying's nightgown, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her tender vulva completely exposed to Qinghua's eyes.

A thick finger pressed against her delicate clitoris, and Fang Ying's body trembled. She knew it was her nephew's finger. This wasn't the first time Little Long had touched her, but Fang Ying was genuinely afraid. She didn't know much about what was about to happen, and a fear of the unknown crept into her heart. "Sister, does that really not hurt?" Fang Ying suddenly opened her eyes and asked Fang Lan.

"Don't worry, your sister's here, it won't hurt." Fang Lan pulled her son's penis and pushed it towards Fang Ying's still-developing vulva. "Little Long, today Mommy and Auntie are teaching you a game called 'fucking pussy,' which means using your pee-peeing penis to insert into Auntie's pee-peeing hole. But this is Auntie's first time playing this game, so you have to be gentle, okay?" Fang Ying blushed instantly when she heard Fang Lan mention the word "fucking pussy," and dared not look at Qinghua and Fang Lan anymore. Seeing Fang Ying's shy expression, Qinghua nodded, then hugged Fang Ying's legs. Under Fang Lan's gaze, he inserted his glans into Fang Ying's pink and tender vagina. Just like a week ago, the moment Fang Ying's labia gripped Qinghua's glans, Qinghua's lust was aroused. Little girls are so tight! Qinghua hugged Fang Ying's thighs, her smooth thighs wrapped around his waist, their skin rubbing together. Qinghua felt the smoothness of Fang Ying's skin and almost couldn't resist thrusting his penis all the way in.

"Sister, it still hurts." That familiar pain made Fang Ying cry out again, this time she was held tightly by Qinghua and couldn't break free. Fang Lan knew exactly how Fang Ying felt. Her son's glans was so large, and Fang Ying was just a little girl; even with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, it was difficult to accommodate her son's large glans. "Xia Zhuyi, Xia Zhuyi, you want to take my inheritance? I'll make your daughter my son's toy right now!" Fang Lan stroked Fang Ying's breasts through her thin nightgown, saying, "Little Ying, don't be afraid, it won't hurt much, it'll be over in a bit." Just as Fang Lan was distracting Fang Ying, Qinghua grabbed Fang Ying's thighs and thrust forward, inserting his penis almost completely.

"Ah...it hurts so much..." Fang Ying twisted her body, trying to break free from Qinghua's control, but her strength was insignificant in front of Qinghua. "Sister, it hurts too much, I don't want to play anymore, tell Xiaolong to pull it out!" The pain turned Fang Ying's face deathly pale, and sweat soaked her forehead. Seeing Fang Ying in so much pain, Fang Lan felt a strange sense of pleasure. However, her son had only just entered the hospital, and she still had many things to do. She didn't care if Fang Ying was hurt, but if she refused to teach her son anymore, that wouldn't do. Therefore, she wanted Fang Ying to fully accept sex with her son. Fang Lan slapped Qinghua's buttocks and said, "Xiaolong, stop! I told you to be gentle when playing games. Look, you've hurt your aunt."

Qinghua didn't say anything, but he was secretly overjoyed. Fang Daming, Fang Daming, look how much you've given me, how badly you've tormented your daughter! Although Qinghua wanted to continue ravaging Fang Ying's tender flesh, for the sake of his long-term plan, he obeyed Fang Lan's orders and stopped. However, most of his thick penis was still inserted in Fang Ying's vagina, and a trace of bright red blood seeped from the gap where their genitals met. Fang Ying had finally bid farewell to her girlhood. Fang Lan pressed her fingers on Fang Ying's clitoris and gently rubbed it. Her touch quickly aroused Fang Ying, and the expression on her face softened.

“Alright, Xiaolong, you can move now, but be gentle.” Fang Lan said, bending down beside Fang Ying and taking one of Fang Ying’s breasts into her mouth. Fang Lan wasn’t a lesbian; she was just trying to stimulate Fang Ying’s senses and make her forget the pain of losing her virginity. Fang Ying’s breast was being sucked by Fang Lan, and even through the gauze dress, the strange sensation made her blush. Plus, Fang Lan’s technique for rubbing her clitoris was far superior to hers, so Fang Ying twisted her body slightly, uttering soft moans, completely forgetting the pain in her lower body.

Qinghua was overjoyed to see Fang Ying stop struggling. His penis began to slowly thrust in and out with Fang Lan’s rubbing fingers, large amounts of blood flowing from her tender opening along with her vaginal fluid. Clearly, the large object had caused a large tear in her tender opening, resulting in significant bleeding. Qinghua knew that Fang Lan wasn’t truly kind to Fang Ying; she was just using her. He had previously shown a great liking for Fang Ying's teaching, which made Fang Lan value Fang Ying more. Otherwise, Fang Lan wouldn't have cared if he were toying with Fang Ying like this.

Fang Ying's vagina was incredibly tight, gripping Qinghua so tightly that he was burning with desire but couldn't fully release it. Fang Lan was lying next to Fang Ying, her buttocks raised beside Qinghua. Qinghua thrust his hips forward, feeling the tight embrace of the girl. Seeing Fang Lan's round, perky buttocks swaying beside him, his desire could no longer be contained. He grabbed Fang Ying's legs and thrust forward, his thick penis slamming hard into the depths of Fang Ying's vagina, causing Fang Ying to cry out in pain again.

"Little Dragon, be gentle!" Fang Lan glanced back at Qinghua, her fingers that had been rubbing her clitoris now resting on Qinghua's penis, stopping him from pushing any further. Qinghua, bored, reached out and touched Fang Lan's buttocks. At this point, Fang Ying stopped struggling, and Qinghua, unable to forcefully penetrate her, released his hands and began to play with Fang Lan's buttocks. Although Fang Lan's nightgown wasn't as transparent as Fang Ying's, her black panties were still visible underneath. Qinghua lifted Fang Lan's nightgown and pulled her panties down. Fang Lan didn't dodge, only glancing back at Qinghua before continuing to lick Fang Ying's breasts, even gently swaying her hips with Qinghua's movements, cooperating as he pulled down her panties.

Qinghua was intimately familiar with Fang Lan's buttocks, but seeing them now still excited him greatly. A threesome? A phrase that had once filled him with countless beautiful fantasies flashed through his mind. But would Fang Lan let him have sex with her now? Qinghua wasn't sure; it all depended on Fang Lan's thoughts. If Fang Lan didn't want to hide their relationship from Fang Ying, then it was entirely possible for Qinghua to have sex with her. Thinking this, Qinghua acted; his first priority was to arouse Fang Lan's desire. Although Fang Lan was already burning with desire, Qinghua didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

While thrusting his penis into Fang Ying's vagina, Qinghua reached out and touched Fang Lan's vulva. Fang Lan swayed her hips in perfect harmony with Qinghua's large hand. One of Qinghua's fingers was inserted into her vagina, which was already dripping with lustful fluids. Qinghua thrust a few times, his hand becoming covered in Fang Lan's fluids. Touched by Qinghua, Fang Lan released Fang Ying's breasts, letting out waves of lewd moans, far more alluring than Fang Ying's. Fang Ying was completely lost in the moment, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure from Fang Lan's fingers and Qinghua's thrusting penis. She didn't even know why Fang Lan was moaning. Although it still hurt, it was indeed as her older sister had said—the sensations a man brought were truly wondrous. In truth, Fang Ying didn't know that without Fang Lan, a woman's first time would never have felt so wonderful.

Seeing Fang Ying climax again, Fang Lan turned to Qinghua and said, "Xiaolong, don't pee in Auntie's cunt. Pull your penis out. Auntie bled the first time we played this game. Use your penis to penetrate Mommy here." Fang Lan rolled over and lay down next to Fang Ying, her legs spread wide, a muddy mess between them, even the pubic hair on her mons pubis was wet and drooping.

Double penetration! Double penetration! Qinghua pulled his penis out of Fang Ying's vagina, ignoring the large area of the leather mat soaked by the vaginal fluid, picked up Fang Lan's legs, and with Fang Ying's bloodstained penis, he merely wiped it on Fang Lan's labia before thrusting it deep into her vagina. Double penetration, a fantasy from his past life, became a reality at this moment. Qinghua never expected that his first time fucking Fang Ying would involve double penetration, although he knew it might be Fang Lan's doing, that she wanted to turn Fang Ying into a slut, and the best way to do that was to give her a lewd environment. What could be more exciting, more lewd than incest between sisters, their son, and their nephew?

Qinghua didn't care about anything else. Regardless of Fang Lan's feelings for Fang Ying, it would only satisfy his lust. What Qinghua wanted to do now was to fuck Fang Lan and the sisters beneath him with all his might. Qinghua had always thought that only rich people and playboys could enjoy such a decadent lifestyle, but now he could too. Playboys? Qinghua laughed. Wasn't he a playboy now? And the two stunningly beautiful sisters lying beneath him were his current "mother" and his current "aunt." Among those who could have a threesome, who could do what he was doing now! Qinghua held Fang Lan's thighs, his thick penis thrusting in and out of her vagina rapidly. The sounds of flesh slapping and water splashing filled the room.

Fang Ying stared wide-eyed at the scene before her. She hadn't recovered from losing her virginity and her orgasm, and was now stunned by the sight before her. She saw that the "nephew" who had just penetrated her vagina was now holding his mother—her eldest sister's—legs, his thick, painful yet wondrous penis inserted into her sister's vagina. Her sister's vagina was so plump and thick, easily enveloping the large penis. Seeing her sister's ecstatic state, she was exactly like the women in those adult films. It seemed her sister was right; men made women feel better, and the pain subsided afterward. Fang Ying was only thinking about the pleasure of sex, completely forgetting that their lewd intercourse was incestuous and shameful.

"Oh, good son, deeper, deeper, Mommy feels so good… Oh, my good baby, harder, harder, Mommy's going to be fucked to death." Qinghua became even more excited by Fang Lan's lewd words, grabbing Fang Lan's ankles and pressing them back, widening her vagina for easier thrusting.

Fang Lan moaned lewdly, pulling Fang Ying, who was watching her, onto her and guiding her hand to touch Fang Lan's breasts. "Xiao Ying, don't laugh at your sister. I couldn't resist watching you and Xiao Long fuck. I've been single for years since your brother-in-law passed away. Xiao Ying, you won't laugh at me, will you?" Fang Ying's hand pressed against Fang Lan's breasts. Although she had touched them before, it was just a light touch, completely different from the forceful rubbing now. A strange impulse rose in Fang Ying's heart; her sister's breasts felt so good to touch. "Xiao Ying, kiss your sister's breasts... Ah! Xiao Long, my darling, harder, harder you thrust into Mommy, Mommy feels so good..." Qing Hua naturally didn't hold back, pressing down on Fang Lan's legs and thrusting forcefully again, making Fang Lan moan lewdly.

Fang Ying was completely stunned by Fang Lan's lewd moans; the real feeling was incomparable to the women in adult films. After a wave of climax, Fang Lan noticed that Fang Ying hadn't kissed her breasts, knowing that Fang Ying couldn't accept such lewd behavior yet. She then said to Qinghua, "Little Dragon, do you want to ride horses with Mommy?" Qinghua nodded, and Fang Lan told him to pull his penis out first. She rolled over, pinning Fang Ying beneath her, and raised her buttocks towards Qinghua. Her labia, glistening with vaginal fluid, parted, revealing the moist flesh inside. A drop of fluid dripped from the tip of her lips, landing perfectly on Fang Ying's vulva. Seeing this, Qinghua could no longer restrain himself. His hard penis, with its large glans, slid between Fang Lan's labia twice before plunging in forcefully. "Smack!" Qinghua's lower abdomen slammed against Fang Lan's wet buttocks, making a crisp sound. Then came a series of impacts. Fang Lan lowered her head, her breasts pressed tightly against Fang Ying's. Qinghua's thrusts were so powerful that even Fang Ying cried out in lewdness. Although Qinghua had ejaculated inside Fanglan's vagina many times, none of them could compare to this time. Qinghua could clearly feel Fanglan's body trembling beneath him, and his thick semen gushed out from his glans, filling Fanglan's wanton vagina.

Fang Ying stared blankly at her sister. Her sister's thighs were completely spread apart, and her nephew's large penis was repeatedly thrusting in and out of her sister's vagina. The skin at the edge of her vagina was like a thin membrane being stretched, tightly wrapping around her nephew's penis. That membrane was constantly being pushed into her sister's vagina with her nephew's large penis, and then being pulled out again. Didn't that hurt at all? All she could hear was her sister's moans. To Fang Ying, it sounded just like the women in those adult films, even more slutty and wanton. Because the woman in front of her was her sister, and the man on top of her sister was her nephew, her sister's son. Although they weren't blood relatives, they couldn't escape this relationship. Because all of this was right in front of her...

Fang Ying looked at Fang Lan. She didn't know what her sister was feeling at this moment. She only knew that her sister was crazy, not much different from the women in the movies. It wasn't until Qinghua roared and pressed his entire body against Fang Lan that Fang Ying fully snapped out of her daze. Seeing Qinghua's sweat-drenched body on top of her equally sweat-drenched sister, Fang Ying still didn't know what to do. She was still in shock at her sister's incestuous act.

Fang Lan rolled over, tightly embracing her son's body, a satisfied look on her face. Fang Ying suddenly understood. Her sister, being experienced, knew all too well the wonderful pleasure of intimacy between men and women. Perhaps her sister, unable to bear the loneliness, had encouraged her and Yulong to do this, so she could also get a share! Yes, that must be it! Fang Ying was just a budding young girl; thinking this far was already her limit. She would never know the truth, she would never imagine that she was merely a tool in her sister's hands.

The three gradually calmed down. Qinghua, half-lying down, asked Fang Lan, "Mom, why didn't you let me pee on Auntie, but you made me pee on you?" Hearing Qinghua's question, Fang Lan assumed her son was curious and asked Fang Ying if she knew why. Fang Ying blushed and nodded, saying she knew a little. Fang Lan asked Fang Ying to explain to Qinghua, but Fang Ying only knew a little. She was too embarrassed to explain clearly, even if she were, she couldn't. Fang Lan laughed, "Alright then, Xiaoying, today I'll give you a sex education lesson. You're old enough to know these things. We've sweated so much, let's take a bath, and I'll explain it to you while we bathe."

Fang Lan's large bathtub was full of water, and the three of them sitting inside felt a bit cramped, so physical contact was inevitable. Fang Lan had Qinghua stand opposite her and Fang Ying, his soft penis facing the two sisters. Fang Lan reached out and lifted Qinghua's penis, saying, "This is where men urinate, just like where women urinate; the scientific name is the external genitalia. In books, this thing is called the penis or phallus. In our common parlance, we don't say it that way. When we're little, we call it 'little chicken,' and when we grow up, we call it 'chicken,' and in some places, it's also called 'dick.'" After saying this, Fang Lan told Fang Ying to stand up and pointed to her vulva, saying, "This part of a woman's body is called the vulva, or colloquially, 'cunt.' The game of 'riding horses' between men and women is scientifically called sexual intercourse. In my hometown, we call it 'fucking the cunt,' while here we call it 'fucking the cunt,' but they all mean the same thing."

Fang Ying blushed as Fang Lan touched her, not daring to look at Qinghua. Qinghua thought to himself, "What's there to be embarrassed about? We've already fucked the cunt, what's wrong with looking?" Fang Lan opened Fang Ying's labia and told Qinghua about the structure of a woman's vulva, explaining where the urethra was and where the vagina was. Qinghua leaned close to Fang Ying's legs, feigning disbelief, and asked, "Mom, you're saying this is where babies are born?"

"Yes, babies are born very small, and this place expands so the baby can come out. When a man's penis is hard, it's called sexual arousal, and at that moment, the man really wants to have sex with a woman. When a man's penis is inserted into a woman's vagina, the constant friction causes it to ejaculate a milky white liquid—that's semen. Semen contains many sperm, which are like tadpoles that swim along the vagina. If the woman ovulates at this time, the sperm will burrow into the egg, and that's how the woman gives birth." "

Mom, are you saying that humans also evolved from tadpoles? Don't tadpoles turn into frogs?" Fang Lan chuckled at her son's words, "You're right, we humans also evolved from tadpoles, but the tadpoles that can become humans are called sperm. Under a microscope, they look almost like tadpoles, but we can't see them with our naked eyes."

"Mom, you said there are a lot of little tadpoles in my pee?" Qinghua pretended not to understand, and his question made Fang Ying and Fang Lan giggle. "Good son, there aren't any in your regular pee. They only appear in your semen when you're hard and have sex with Mom or Aunt Xiaoying. If your semen gets inside Aunt Xiaoying's vagina, she'll get pregnant and have a baby. Aunt Xiaoying is still young, so you can't ejaculate inside her, understand? If you want to ejaculate inside Aunt Xiaoying's vagina, you have to wear a condom. The condoms are on the outside; Mom has already prepared them for you." Qinghua then asked Fang Lan why he couldn't ejaculate inside his aunt's vagina, but could ejaculate inside hers. Of all the questions Qinghua had asked, this was the one he really wanted to know. Fang Lan was only thirty-five or thirty-six, far from menopause, and the two of them had sex quite a few times. He had never seen Fang Lan take any contraceptive measures. Did Fang Lan get a vasectomy to ensure the safety of her affair with Fang Daming? But Fang Lan didn't have any surgical scars. Hearing her son's question, Fang Lan seemed lost in some memory, and after a long while, she said to Qinghua, "Mom's body can't have children, so it's okay." Looking at Fang Lan's expression, Qinghua knew she wasn't lying, which greatly surprised him. Could it be that Fang Yulong wasn't Fang Lan's son? But he clearly saw Fang Lan and Fang Daming having an affair in the living room.

While Qinghua was pondering the relationship between Fang Yulong and Fang Lan, Fang Lan and Fang Ying began bathing him. Fang Lan was teaching Fang Ying how to bathe Qinghua; clearly, she would have Fang Ying bathe their son more often in the future. "Mom, what does semen do? Is it like the fluid that comes out of Mom's vagina?" Qinghua looked at the two beautiful women's naked bodies, especially their hands roaming over his body, and his desire began to rise again. Fang Lan glanced at her son's erect penis, touched it a couple of times, and said to Fang Ying, "Xiao Ying, come here, help Xiao Long ejaculate, let him see what semen looks like."

"Me?" Fang Ying looked at her nephew's penis. Although she had tasted it before, that was something her sister didn't know. Seeing that Fang Ying was still a little shy, Fang Lan pulled Fang Ying's hand and placed it on Qinghua's penis. "Auntie, you're so beautiful!" Qinghua complimented Fang Ying at the opportune moment. Fang Ying looked up at Qinghua, only to find that one of his hands was touching her lips. Fang Ying understood Qinghua's meaning. Afraid that Qinghua would reveal his past embarrassing moments, Fang Ying took Qinghua's penis into her mouth. Fang Lan wasn't surprised by this action, because there were many such scenes in the pornographic films she had shown Fang Ying. To Fang Lan, Fang Ying was as clean as a blank sheet of paper; whatever she was drawn on, she would become. And now, Fang Lan's goal was to train Fang Ying to be her son's mistress, his sex slave.

"Auntie, is Xiaolong's penis tasty? I want to give it to Mom." Qinghua looked at Fang Lan's sexy red lips, as if he could already see Fang Lan giving him oral sex. Fang Lan was both amused and annoyed by her son's words. "You brat, your thing is really like a sausage!" Fang Ying, however, felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders upon hearing Qinghua's words. She spat out the man's enormous penis. It was really uncomfortable to have such a large thing in her mouth, especially in this position. If she were on top and more proactive, it would be fine, but the man was standing, and with a thrust of his hips, it penetrated very deeply.

Although Fang Lan had never given oral sex to a man before, she knew far more about men than Fang Ying. After a few times, Qinghua felt incredibly pleasurable, his legs trembling. Fang Lan used the tip of her tongue to press against Qinghua's glans, circling along the edge, while her hands gently caressed Qinghua's scrotum and buttocks. Before long, Qinghua's glans exploded in Fang Lan's mouth. Fang Lan felt something strange in her mouth and quickly spat out her son's penis. A white line, still warm from his body, touched her face and slowly trickled down.

Qinghua opened his eyes and saw Fang Lan glaring at him with a reproachful look. The beautiful woman's face and the corners of her mouth were covered in white semen, some of which had already slid onto her fair breasts, making her look incredibly lewd. Fang Lan spat out the semen in her mouth and said to Qinghua, "You brat, you didn't even say anything when you were going to ejaculate, making your mother's face all over." Qinghua

chuckled and pointed to the semen on Fang Lan's breasts, saying, "Mom, this is semen. Are there many little tadpoles in it that can turn into humans?" Fang Lan laughed again at her son's words, reaching out to wipe her breasts, smearing a pool of semen into the bathtub. "Good son, you're absolutely right. This is a man's semen, and there are billions of little tadpoles in it that can turn into humans."

Qinghua knew that Fang Lan hadn't dragged Fang Ying into this mess to satisfy his lust; she simply wanted Fang Ying to maintain his motivation to study and help him return to normal as quickly as possible. It took Qinghua a week to taste Fang Ying's beauty again after he deflowered her that day. Fang Lan set conditions for Qinghua: only if he met her requirements could he "play horseback riding" with Fang Ying. She only gave him two chances a week, and only one was for sex; the other was just a pretense. Of course, the tests Fang Lan prepared for Qinghua were no problem at all, but he still followed his original plan and didn't always meet her requirements. However, Qinghua wasn't lonely; Fang Lan would "feed" him two or three times a week.

Qinghua didn't know why, but if he had to choose a sexual partner between Fang Lan and Fang Ying, he would choose Fang Lan. Even though Fang Ying possessed beauty no less than Fang Lan's, a more youthful and smoother body, and a tighter, more exquisite vagina. Perhaps due to their relationship, although Qinghua hadn't fully grasped the connection between Fang Lan and Fang Yulong, the "mother-son" relationship was undeniably real. Whenever Qinghua saw Fang Lan's round, pert buttocks, his penis would involuntarily harden, until it completely bulged his pants. Just like now, as Fang Lan spoke to him, Qinghua's gaze was shifting away from her buttocks.

"Good son, Mom's going to Baima Lake in Dongshan today. You can go to the gym. We'll have lunch at our usual restaurant. If you don't want to go to the gym this afternoon, come to Mom's office to read or play games. Your sister Xiaoyan is there." Half a month ago, Qinghua discovered a gym in this building and had Fang Lan get a membership there. Fang Lan knew her son could communicate well now, and the gym was downstairs, making it convenient, so she agreed to her son's request. Besides, her son was at that age, with boundless energy, and she couldn't handle him constantly bothering her. Fang Lan didn't want her son to become obsessed with Fang Ying, so she thought it would be good for him to release his excess energy at the gym.

Qinghua loved sports and had been cooped up in the lakeside villa for over two months. He was like a fish in water at the gym, sometimes not even wanting to see Fang Lan except for meals. However, when he heard Fang Lan say she was going to Baima Lake today, Qinghua's heart skipped a beat. Baima Lake is in the southeast of Dongshan District, not far from Changtai Mountain. To get to Baima Lake from the city center, you have to pass through Qinghua's hometown. Since leaving home for the provincial capital to find Zhao Ting after the Spring Festival, Qinghua hadn't seen his parents for almost half a year and didn't know what his home was like.

"Mom, is Baima Lake fun? I want to go to Baima Lake with you." When the elevator reached the gym floor, Qinghua didn't get out but followed Fang Lan up. "Honey, Mom is going on an inspection trip, not for fun. You don't need to come with me." Fang Lan was going to Baima Lake for an inspection trip, and it didn't matter whether she took her son or not. However, the people she was going with were quite influential, and Fang Lan was afraid that her son wouldn't know how to talk and would make a fool of himself. Qinghua, however, wouldn't give up, clinging to Fang Lan even in the office. Fang Lan, who already doted on her son, softened at Qinghua's persistent nagging. Her son was already able to communicate; perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to introduce him to people in official circles. Fang Lan agreed to take Qinghua to Baima Lake, but on the condition that he be obedient and not speak out of turn; he could only speak when she told him to. Qinghua happily kissed Fang Lan on the cheek, and seeing her son so happy, Fang Lan smiled as well.

The drive from the city to Baima Lake took over an hour, a route Qinghua knew well. But seeing the scenery along the way, Qinghua felt as if he were in a different world, the aged figures of his parents flashing before his eyes again. Fang Lan saw her son staring silently out the window and felt a pang of worry. Qinghua's appearance reminded her of her son's former silly self, even when they occasionally went to the park, he would look so lost in thought.

"Xiaolong, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fang Lan turned her head and gently stroked Qinghua's hair. Qinghua snapped out of his reverie and said to Fang Lan, "No, Mom, I'm just looking at the scenery outside." Fang Lan smiled and nodded at her son's words.

As Qinghua had expected, the car passed by his hometown village, and in the distance, Changtai Mountain was a verdant green. Changtai Mountain is located in the southeast of the Qingtai Mountain range. It is named for its smooth summit, resembling a long plateau. It stretches for about ten kilometers from east to west, and three or four kilometers to the northeast lies Baima Lake. Baima Lake is a vast lake, the largest lake in the provincial capital area, and also the largest reservoir in the region. It was designated as a protected water source ten years ago.

Fang Lan's visit to Baima Lake was to inspect the area and plan to build a large-scale water park amusement park. Previously, others had wanted to invest in this project, but due to concerns about water pollution, the investment was rejected by the newly established district government. Fang Lan's plan this time is much larger than the previous one, and it also includes a water protection plan, which the district government should be able to accept. In terms of public relations, Fang Lan was naturally not worried; her only concern was the reaction of the local residents, so she kept a low profile during this inspection.

Qinghua asked Fang Lan what the distant Changtai Mountain was, and Fang Lan wasn't sure either, telling Qinghua that it was probably Changtai Mountain. "Mom, that mountain is so green! Let's go hiking!" Qinghua said, looking at the village at the foot of the mountain, where his former home was. Hearing her son say he wanted to go hiking, Fang Lan nodded and said, "Let's talk about it when we get to Baima Lake. If we have time, we'll go hiking."

The establishment of Dongshan District was just a change of name; the Dongshan area itself hadn't changed much, and the government offices had only changed their signs. Upon arriving in Baima Town, Fang Lan was greeted by the former deputy county head, now the deputy district head, accompanied by a group of leaders from Baima Town. Dongshan's development wasn't fast, and with such a large investment coming to Baima Town, the town leaders naturally treated Fang Lan like a goddess. They were unaware of Fang Lan's identity. If they had, their obsequious and disgusting attitude would likely have only intensified. The deputy district head, however, knew Fang Lan's identity and treated her with utmost respect, practically calling himself a servant. He also addressed Qinghua as "Young Master," making Qinghua's skin crawl. Qinghua had never experienced such treatment before. He remembered always being cautious and apprehensive when accompanying his father to meet town officials. Now, the tables had turned, proving that status was indeed a valuable thing.

At noon, the secretary and mayor of Baima Town treated Fang Lan and the others to lunch at the town's best restaurant. Suddenly, Qinghua asked the mayor what mountain was to the northwest. Although Changtai Mountain wasn't within Baima Town's borders, the mayor enthusiastically introduced it to Qinghua. But this was all nonsense to Qinghua; having grown up at the foot of Changtai Mountain, he knew it intimately. The deputy district head, seeing Qinghua inquiring about Changtai Mountain, was somewhat surprised. Could Fang Lan also be interested there? "Young Master Fang," he said, "while Changtai Mountain is the largest mountain here, it's only the southeastern corner of the Qingtai Mountain range. The best scenery of Qingtai Mountain lies in Qinglong Mountain to the west and Yuzhu Mountain to the south. Changtai Mountain isn't suitable for tourism development."

"Yes, yes, Young Master Fang, Changtai Mountain isn't suitable for tourism development," the secretary of Baima Town chimed in. He also assumed Fang Lan was interested in Changtai Mountain, which would reduce the chances of investment to half. As the secretary of Baima Town, he was naturally anxious. Hearing this, the other accompanying personnel from Baima Town also began to tell Fang Lan and Qinghua about the disadvantages of developing Changtai Mountain—inconvenient transportation, lack of scenic beauty, and so on. Little did they know, didn't Baima Lake also have the same drawbacks? Qinghua hadn't expected his casual question to elicit such a strong reaction from everyone at the table.

Hearing the people from Baima Town say this, Fang Lan realized they had all misunderstood, so she said to everyone, "Secretary Cheng, Mayor Yu, I think you've all misunderstood. We just thought Changtai Mountain was lush and green, and the air must be fresh, so we wanted to go hiking." Upon hearing this, everyone at the table breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out Fang Lan had no interest in Changtai Mountain at all; she just wanted to go hiking. The secretary quickly corrected himself, saying, "Young Master Fang, although Changtai Mountain doesn't have particularly beautiful scenery, it has lush forests, many wildflowers, and fresh air. It's nice to go hiking occasionally."

The Baima Town officials had just breathed a sigh of relief when another potentially fatal problem arose. Knowing Fang Lan's identity, the deputy district head, upon hearing that Fang Lan was going hiking, naturally insisted on accompanying her the entire time. This terrified the Baima Town leaders. If the deputy district head was going hiking with her, how could they not go? Although the temperature had dropped somewhat these past few days, it was still definitely over thirty degrees Celsius. Hiking in this weather would be the death of them!

The town mayor, a portly man in his fifties, greeted Fang Lan and Qinghua with a broad smile, saying, "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, there are a few farmhouses near Baima Lake. They may not be high-end, but they have their own unique charm. Why don't you two go check them out, relax by the lake, and then head up the mountain when the sun is setting?" Qinghua hadn't expected his suggestion to elicit such a strong reaction. Having finally made it to Baima Lake, Qinghua had only wanted to visit his hometown. Seeing the expectant looks on the faces of the several portly middle-aged men, Qinghua felt a pang of emotion. He hadn't expected that using the identity of a fool would make him so highly regarded.

"Yulong, let's do as the mayor suggests and go to the lake first," Fang Lan said after a moment's thought. They decided to go to the lake first and then head up the mountain after noon. Fang Lan hadn't wanted these people to accompany her on the hike, but seeing the deputy district head's willingness to go along, she knew his intentions—he simply wanted to flatter her. Although Fang Lan didn't particularly like the deputy district head, if the project went ahead, she would need his help many times in the future, so it was best to be on good terms with him now. A hike together wouldn't hurt.

At 2 PM, Fang Lan and her group set off from Baima Lake towards Changtai Mountain. The two places were only four kilometers apart, a short drive of just a few minutes. However, the highway only went as far as Qinghua's hometown village; from the village to the foot of the mountain, there was a mile-long path through the fields. Several cars parked on the road beside the village. The road was in the middle of the village; it was more of a gravel road than a highway. It was an old asphalt road laid many years ago, very narrow, and in disrepair. The village had patched it with sand and gravel, and after several days of scorching heat, the cars

kicked up clouds of dust. Many elderly villagers, seeing the convoy entering the village, ran to the roadside to see what was going on, thinking something major had happened. Qinghua got out of the car and saw many familiar faces. Her hand gripping the car door trembled slightly. All of this was so familiar to Qinghua, yet so strange. The faces of his neighbors were familiar, but their expressions were strange. The warm and friendly expressions Qinghua used to see were gone, replaced by curiosity and a hint of fear. In the villagers' eyes, someone with such a grand entrance must be an important figure. As Qinghua got out of the car, he heard whispers. One of the people recognized the deputy district head—someone they considered incredibly important.

Qinghua walked with his chest out beside Fang Lan. He somewhat liked this feeling, especially since one of the people talking was a snobbish old man whose son was the village head and had previously looked down on Qinghua's family. Qinghua had walked the path from the village to the foot of the mountain countless times. The widest path was about a meter wide, used by villagers to move their wheelbarrows when harvesting crops. The group walked along the uneven path towards Changtai Mountain, flanked by lush green rice seedlings. A pleasant mountain breeze rustled through the green fields.

As they neared the foot of the mountain, Qinghua suddenly saw a figure rise from a nearby field. He was startled; it was none other than his mother. In the few months they'd been apart, she looked visibly older, even her back was slightly hunched. It wasn't hard to imagine the suffering his parents had endured these past few months. "Mom!" Qinghua cried out in his heart, his throat tightening as the words were about to escape his lips.

Fang Lan had always worried that her son might make a fool of himself when interacting with people. Although he had become much more normal lately, his interactions were limited to her, Fang Ying, her secretary, and a few people from the gym downstairs. This was the first time her son had ever been in such a situation. For half a day, although her son hadn't spoken much, his responses had been relatively normal, which pleased Fang Lan greatly. Seeing her son staring blankly at a farmer's wife in the distance, she assumed he was curious about something again and asked what he was looking at.

Fang Lan's voice snapped Qinghua out of his thoughts about his parents. He knew that it was impossible for him to acknowledge them now. Qinghua turned around and saw that everyone around him and Fang Lan had stopped. "Mom, what is that old woman planting?" Fang Lan was a typical city dweller; how would she know what a farmer was planting? Neither the deputy district head nor the secretary and town head who were with Fang Lan knew. Who among them would care what a farmer was planting in the field?

Qinghua walked towards his mother along the small ridge at the foot of the hill. Qinghua, who used to walk briskly with his eyes closed, swayed precariously on the ridge, as if he would fall into the ditch beside him in a couple of steps. "Yulong, be careful," Fang Lan reminded her son, standing still. Actually, the ditch was only a few dozen centimeters deep; even if he fell in, there wouldn't be any real danger. But with so many people around, Fang Lan didn't want her son to embarrass himself and be laughed at; it wouldn't be good for his development.

Qinghua stood behind his mother, watching her sow seeds in the field. She was still wearing a shirt from several years ago, a shirt that had originally belonged to his older sister. Later, his sister earned money and thought the shirt was too old-fashioned, so she gave it to their mother. Over the past few months, Qinghua had gotten used to his current life, and seeing his mother's old shirt suddenly gave him a sense of estrangement. He hesitated, wondering if he should go up and talk to her.

Qinghua's mother was sowing soybean seeds when she sensed someone behind her. Turning around, she saw a young man standing on the edge of the field. "Young man, are you asking for directions or something?" Qinghua's mother noticed the young man's smart clothes and knew he was from the city. Hearing his mother's voice, Qinghua almost cried out. The two looked at each other for a long time before Qinghua asked, "Auntie, is there a main road up the mountain?"

Qinghua's mother shook her head, saying there was no main road on Changtai Mountain, only small paths that nearby villagers usually used to take. She pointed them out to Qinghua as she spoke. Qinghua knew everything about the mountain; he was just using it as an excuse to talk to his mother a little longer.

For the likes of the deputy district head and town secretary, banquets and romantic encounters were their favorite pastimes; climbing mountains was a painful chore for them. Qinghua, supporting Fang Lan, quickly left the group behind. Seeing that no one was around, Fang Lan said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, you shouldn't have asked that old woman what she was planting. These aren't questions we should be concerned with." Qinghua understood Fang Lan's meaning. They were from a completely different world from the villagers; asking such a question would make them think they were inferior.

The mountain path was winding, sometimes high, sometimes low, with the trees varying in density. Reaching a small grove, the path forked into two, one leading upwards, the other cutting across the grove. If they were climbing, they would naturally choose the upward path, but Qinghua pulled Fang Lan along the path that cut through the grove, heading east. Fang Lan didn't notice anything amiss, assuming Qinghua was tired and didn't want to climb further, or perhaps he was reluctant to leave the shade of the trees. Only Qinghua knew that the cemetery lay beyond this grove of trees. Although she couldn't get close enough to see her sister, Qinghua still wanted to pass by the cemetery to be closer to her.

Emerging from the grove, Qinghua saw a figure standing before her sister's grave in the distance, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders. Qinghua's heart skipped a beat; it was her. No wonder her voice sounded familiar at the Maple Leaf Hotel that day. She never imagined that the deputy mayor's cousin was an old acquaintance of hers. The woman standing before the grave was none other than Jiang Xueqing, Qinghua's sister's classmate and Qinghua's only "woman" in the past. Seven years had passed, and Jiang Xueqing had grown her hair long; Qinghua hadn't even recognized her from behind that day.

Jiang Xueqing's home was in the county town, now part of the Dongshan District. Qinghua's sister and Jiang Xueqing had become best friends in high school, their relationship as close as inseparable. Every winter and summer vacation, Jiang Xueqing would accompany Qinghua to the countryside for a few days. Jiang Xueqing came from a well-off family and always brought gifts when she visited the Qing family. The Qing family reciprocated with local specialties from the countryside, things that city dwellers also enjoyed. Qinghua remembered the first time Jiang Xueqing visited the Qing family; he saw her blush as she followed behind her sister. At that time, Qinghua was only in the second year of junior high school and didn't understand love or anything like that. He only knew he loved being with Jiang Xueqing and always hoped she would stay longer during holidays.

Now it was summer again, and he hadn't expected Jiang Xueqing to visit his sister. Thinking of this, Qinghua's eyes welled up with tears. Fang Lan saw her son stop and stare at the woman's back in the distance, so she asked Qinghua what was wrong.

Qinghua snapped out of his reverie and, seeing Fang Lan's concerned expression, pretended not to understand and asked, "Mom, what is that woman doing?"

"Xiaolong, this is a cemetery. Rural cemeteries are different from city cemeteries; they all have graves. Those are graves. That woman is visiting her deceased friend."

Qinghua nodded, then looked at Jiang Xueqing's retreating figure and noticed a new grave beside his sister's. Qinghua suddenly realized that it must be his own grave. Only then did he realize that Jiang Xueqing was standing in front of his grave. Qinghua was deeply moved; he hadn't expected this woman to still have feelings for him. No matter what, he was still her first man.

Qinghua's thoughts drifted back to the summer seven years ago. He was about to enter his second year of high school, while his sister and Jiang Xueqing were preparing for university. That afternoon, he was watching TV at home when Jiang Xueqing arrived on her electric scooter, surprising him. His sister hadn't told him she was coming, and she had been out that day. Seeing that Jiang Xueqing looked unwell, Qinghua asked if she was feeling unwell. Jiang Xueqing said she was fine and asked if his sister was home. Knowing she wasn't, Jiang Xueqing asked Qinghua to go hiking with her. Every time Jiang Xueqing visited the Qing family, she would climb Changtai Mountain. Qinghua didn't find it strange and accompanied her. They didn't talk much along the way, climbing all the way to the top. After reaching the north side of the mountain, it suddenly started raining. Qinghua pulled Jiang Xueqing into a small ravine, only two or three meters wide, with a narrow hollow in the wall just big enough for two people to squeeze into. Only those familiar with the area knew this spot.

As they huddled together to avoid the rain, their bodies inevitably touched. Having climbed the mountain, sweated, and gotten soaked, Jiang Xueqing's t-shirt was damp, clinging to her body and clearly outlining her features. In a moment of impulse, Qinghua hugged Jiang Xueqing. Qinghua still remembers that both of them were trembling at that moment. When the rain stopped, Jiang Xueqing didn't hit or scold Qinghua; she just leaned on his shoulder and cried.

Qinghua didn't understand why Jiang Xueqing was crying at the time. The two returned home somewhat disheveled. Because of the rain, Qinghua's sister didn't suspect anything despite their dirt. Later, Qinghua learned from her sister why Jiang Xueqing had suddenly gone to the Qing family home that day. It turned out that Jiang Xueqing and her boyfriend had broken up under pressure from their parents. Jiang Xueqing's parents had never approved of her relationship with that boy, and she had been keeping it a secret from them. The boy's parents also didn't know about their relationship. After the college entrance exam, the boy's grades dropped drastically, and he failed to get into a university. Only then did his parents realize that their son was distracted by the relationship, so they made him break up with Jiang Xueqing and retake the exam the following year. The boy obeyed his parents and broke up with Jiang Xueqing. Later, Qinghua gradually understood that Jiang Xueqing had given him her virginity that day only out of spite and revenge on her boyfriend; Jiang Xueqing only had brotherly feelings for him.

Fang Lan was somewhat frightened when she saw her son become dazed at the cemetery. No one knows whether ghosts and spirits exist or not. Her son already has mental health issues; if he were to be further disturbed by ghosts and spirits, the consequences would be unimaginable. "Xiaolong, let's hurry up and climb to the top of the mountain. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the top?"

Qinghua looked at her grave, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. She didn't know if she was truly dead or alive. Actually, Qinghua wanted to go up and say a few words to Jiang Xueqing, but with Fang Lan beside her, she had to give up. Hearing Fang Lan's words, Qinghua sighed inwardly and took Fang Lan's arm, heading towards the mountaintop.

It was already evening when they returned to the villa from Baima Lake. Fang Ying had already been picked up by someone arranged by Fang Lan and was playing games in the living room. Seeing Fang Lan and Qinghua return, Fang Ying closed her laptop and asked Qinghua where he had gone and why he hadn't taken her with him. Qinghua casually mentioned to Fang Ying that he and Fang Lan had gone to Baima Lake, and Fang Lan was greatly surprised by Qinghua's account. Clearly, her son's language skills had improved significantly compared to before. If one didn't know his past, based on his description just now, no one would guess that a few months ago, his mental age was only that of a seven or eight-year-old. It seems the strategy of exposing him to the outside world was correct.

Fang Ying heard from Qinghua that she definitely wanted to go to Baima Lake after summer vacation, and Fang Lan agreed. "Xiao Ying, summer vacation is in a week. You need to study hard these few days. If your grades aren't good, your mother won't allow you to go out and have fun."

Fang Ying stuck out her tongue, but she didn't really care. Her grades were already very good, and after getting involved with Qinghua, she had even less interest in school; a drop in her final exam grades was inevitable. But Fang Ying wasn't worried about that. She knew that although her nephew was a little slow-witted, he was very important to her father and older sister. As long as Qinghua asked to take her out, even if her mother disagreed, there was nothing she could do; her father had absolute authority at home.

Since Fang Ying's vacation started, Qinghua no longer needed to go to the company with Fang Lan. Fang Lan provided Qinghua and Fang Ying with a car and arranged for a skilled driver to accompany them all over the country, covering the streets and alleys of the provincial capital in just two or three days. On the fourth day of their holiday, the two had the driver take them to Baima Lake. Seeing some children playing in the water, Fang Ying felt a little itchy to go in too, but she didn't have a swimsuit. Qinghua thought of Fang Ying in the pool and also felt a little tempted. These past few days, Fang Lan hadn't allowed him to share a room with Fang Ying, which had made Qinghua a little angry.

"Xiao Ying, how about we go hiking?" Qinghua turned to look at Fang Ying's delicate face, her bra faintly visible under her thin t-shirt. Although she wasn't quite voluptuous yet, she was still quite shapely and youthful. More importantly, Qinghua had touched those soft, smooth, and translucent little breasts countless times. Underneath the t-shirt was a dark indigo skirt, her round bottom slightly upturned, and Qinghua imagined the view through that skirt. Perhaps they could find a quiet place while hiking, like that little ravine from seven years ago.

Fang Ying rolled her eyes at Qinghua. Ever since this nephew understood matters between men and women, he refused to call her "Auntie" in front of strangers, even when they were intimate, he only called her "Xiao Ying," which frustrated her.

The car arrived at the foot of Changtai Mountain. Qinghua told the driver to wait for them in the car. Fang Lan had originally asked the driver to accompany Qinghua and Fang Ying in case something happened to them, but the driver had no idea that Qinghua used to be mentally challenged. Besides, Changtai Mountain wasn't some desolate wilderness. Seeing that Qinghua and Fang Ying didn't want him to come hiking, he was happy to stay in the car and take a nap.

Qinghua led Fang Ying past the cemetery again, this time leading her through it. Although it was broad daylight, Fang Ying was a little scared when she saw the graves and told Qinghua to leave quickly. Qinghua walked past his sister's grave, looked at her faded photo, then turned to look at Fang Ying, thinking, "Sister, I will definitely avenge you." As Qinghua passed his own grave, he only glanced at it.

In a small grove of trees on the north side of the mountain, a girl gripped a pine tree as thick as an arm, her buttocks slightly raised, her dark indigo skirt flipped up to her waist. Qinghua stared at Fang Ying's back, his hands caressing the girl's buttocks. Although not as full as Fang Lan's, they were just as soft, and the girl's skin was even smoother. "What a little slut, already wet!" Qinghua cursed inwardly, pulling down her beige cartoon underwear, dragging the girlish panties down to her knees. A pink vulva peeked out from between her snow-white buttocks, glistening with moisture, incredibly alluring. Qinghua felt no pity, his hand guiding his large penis, which had once belonged to the fool Fang Yulong but now belonged to him

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to the girl's vulva. Qinghua thrust forcefully, his thick penis plunging all the way in, leaving only a small portion of the shaft surrounded by dark pubic hair. He pumped vigorously, his thick penis occasionally peeking out from between the girl's round buttocks before disappearing even further in. For Qinghua, this was catharsis, and also revenge. Every violation he committed against Fang Ying was punishment for the Fang family and Fang Daming. Although Fang Ying, experiencing the pleasures of sex for the first time, could accommodate Qinghua's penis, his thrusting was too forceful. She felt both tingling and pain, both sore and numb, her legs almost giving way. She could only cling tightly to the pine tree, occasionally letting out a few moans, the sounds of their intercourse echoing in the quiet summer afternoon forest.

Qinghua wrapped one arm around the girl's slender waist, pinched her clitoris with the other, then touched the sparse pubic hair, reaching inside her t-shirt. Underneath her t-shirt, the girl's bra was already unhooked, and Qinghua's large hand gripped her small, jade-bowl-like breasts.

"Ah... Xiaolong, you're too heavy." Fang Ying felt a sharp pain in her chest and couldn't help but cry out. Hearing Fang Ying's cry, Qinghua reached into her t-shirt with his other hand and grabbed her other breast, squeezing it.

Fang Ying felt both pain and itchiness, and she curled up, letting go of the tree trunk to grab Qinghua's hands. Qinghua released her hands, lifted Fang Ying's t-shirt, and the sunlight streaming through the forest shone on Fang Ying's smooth back, making it glisten. Qinghua's hands stroked the girl's back, then slid down to her buttocks.

"Smack!" A crisp slapping sound rang out from the forest, followed by the girl's groan of pain. "Xiaolong, what are you doing? It hurts so much!" To steady herself, Fang Ying shouted as she gripped the tree trunk tightly with both hands, tearing off some dry pine bark between her fingers.

Qinghua chuckled, "Of course you have to slap your butt when playing a horse-riding game." He then slapped her hard again, and the girl's delicate buttocks immediately turned red.

"You little rascal, this is making love, not riding a horse. If you keep doing this, Auntie won't play with you anymore." Fang Ying tried to straighten up, but Qinghua pressed down on her waist, making it impossible for her to stand upright. She could only let Qinghua's large penis thrust wildly inside her. Qinghua, of course, knew his limits. Seeing that Fang Ying's buttocks were red, he didn't slap her anymore. When he ejaculated, Qinghua hugged Fang Ying's body tightly. Fang Ying was encircled by Qinghua's arms, unable to breathe, her feet off the ground, her legs stretched straight out, pressed tightly against Qinghua's front. When Qinghua released her, Fang Ying couldn't stand up anymore and sat down on the weeds, ignoring the stiff grass stems that pricked her buttocks.

After regaining her strength, Fang Ying didn't even have time to straighten her clothes before she lay on top of Qinghua, slapping his chest hard. "You jerk, that hurt so much! I'll slap you to death!"

Qinghua grabbed Fang Ying's hands and asked, "Xiao Ying, were you comfortable just now?" Fang Ying blushed, "You're one to talk! My butt still hurts." Looking at Fang Ying, Qinghua knew she'd had a blast. A cold laugh ran through him; a slut is a slut, with a bit of a masochistic tendency.

"Does it really hurt?" Before Fang Ying could answer, Qinghua flipped her over and slapped her bare buttocks again. "Oh..." Fang Ying cried out again, whether from pain or excitement, it was hard to tell. The girl's buttocks were soft and smooth; Qinghua couldn't resist touching them for a long time. Fang Ying suddenly remembered something and said to Qinghua, "Oh dear, Xiaolong, your older sister forbids you from ejaculating inside my vagina. You didn't wear a condom today and ejaculated directly inside me. What if I get pregnant? What if my mother finds out?"

"Go back and tell my mother. She'll have a solution. Didn't she say there's a kind of medicine that can prevent pregnancy?" Hearing Qinghua say this, Fang Ying was no longer afraid.

Although they were in the mountains, it was still hot in summer. After their passionate encounter, they were both sweating, and Fang Ying felt sticky and uncomfortable all over. Qinghua noticed that Fang Ying kept twisting her body and asked her what was wrong.

"I'm sweating, and I feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, last time we went hiking, I saw a pool over there. Let's go wash up there."

"Is the water clean?"

"It should be clean."

Qinghua led Fang Ying to the pool he mentioned. The pool was located below the small ravine. It hadn't rained for the past few days, so the water in the pool was very shallow, only twenty or thirty centimeters deep, and the stones by the pool were covered with dried moss. "Wow, the water here is so clear."

"Xiaoying, you can wash here, I'll keep watch for you." After Qinghua finished speaking, he stood on a high spot by the pool and looked around, also keeping an eye on Fangying by the pool. Fangying took off her shoes and socks, looked around, and seeing Qinghua standing on the high spot as a lookout, she took off her skirt and underwear and stood in the pool.

"Xiaolong, do you want to come and wash? The water temperature here is just right." Fangying washed her legs while turning to talk to Qinghua, making Qinghua's heart itch again. If he wasn't worried that the driver would be waiting too long down the mountain, Qinghua really wanted to pounce on Fangying and pin her down on the big rock by the pool and have sex

with her. Back at the lakeside villa, Fangying told Fang Lan what had happened on the mountain, and Fang Lan was shocked. It wasn't that she was afraid Fangying was pregnant, nor that she forbade Qinghua and Fangying to have sex; she was afraid that others would see them, after all, Fangying was Qinghua's aunt.

“You two are getting more and more outrageous! Xiaoying, don’t you know how dangerous it is outside? If someone sees us, our entire Fang family will be finished. Although you’re not related to Xiaolong by blood, you’re his aunt. If you want to play with him, you can only do so at home.”

“Mom, it’s not Aunt’s fault. I was the one who pestered her.” Seeing Fang Ying’s aggrieved expression, Qinghua took the blame. Sure enough, Fang Ying looked at Qinghua and smiled happily. Seeing the two shallow dimples on Fang Ying’s face, Qinghua felt a pang of guilt and quickly turned her face away.

Fang Lan was stunned when she heard Qinghua’s words. She thought to herself, “My silly son, you’ve stumbled upon a way to charm a girl.” Fang Lan's face hardened, and she said to Qinghua, "And you, Xiaolong, you're old enough to understand now. You need to know that some things can't be done carelessly. I told you before that you and Aunt Xiaoying must never let anyone else know about your relationship, remember?"

That night, after Fang Ying fell asleep, Fang Lan went into Qinghua's room again. "Baby, were you angry with Mommy just now?" Fang Lan's hands caressed Qinghua's bare chest. The almost transparent nightgown hem covered their bodies, and the place where their genitals were joined was faintly visible under the skirt, a dark patch.

"No, Mommy is the best, how could I be angry?" Qinghua said, while his hands caressed Fang Lan's breasts, the heavy and soft feeling making him reluctant to let go. Fang Lan giggled, "Little Long, Mommy isn't saying you can't fuck your auntie. Aunt Xiaoying is your big toy. At home, you can fuck her however you want, but not outside. Also, you can't tell Xiaoying what Mommy told you, understand?"

Qinghua responded, his hands landing on the beautiful woman's buttocks, squeezing them hard. Every time Fang Lan lifted her hips, Qinghua felt her vagina gripping his penis, pulling it upwards, making him want to ravage her plump buttocks. The force of the man's contracting hands unleashed a wild burst of energy in Fang Lan. She braced herself against Qinghua's chest, lowered her head slightly, and began to thrust her plump buttocks rapidly. "Oh, baby, thrust harder... Mommy's coming..." Her low breaths were mixed with faint moans. Qinghua cursed

her as a slut in his heart, but his body was in ecstasy. Such a beautiful woman would be his alone from now on; Fang Daming wouldn't be able to steal her away again. Qinghua rolled over and pinned Fang Lan beneath him. Her transparent nightgown had somehow flown to the floor. Qinghua buried his face in the beautiful woman's full breasts, like a hungry wolf biting its prey, leaving teeth marks on her breasts.

Xia Zhuyi was furious. Her daughter's grades were slipping, but Fang Daming wasn't worried at all, even letting her stay with Fang Lan to tutor that idiot. “Daming, Xiaoying’s grades have slipped again in the final exams. If she keeps going out with Xiaolong and acting crazy, her grades will only get worse. Xiaoying will be in her final year of junior high next semester, and it would be embarrassing if she couldn’t even get into a high school.”

“It’s summer vacation now, so let Xiaoying stay with Xiaolan for a few days. Xiaoying likes staying there. I’ll have Xiaolan supervise Xiaoying’s studies. Xiaoying’s poor exam results might just be due to an off day, don’t worry too much.”

“Fang Lan cares about Xiaoying, but she only cares about her son. If it weren’t for her son, she wouldn’t let Xiaoying stay with her. Xiaoying is your own daughter, I can’t let her learn to be wild around Yulong. Daming, why do you always protect that Fang Yulong? He’s adopted by Xiaolan, and he’s mentally challenged. Is he worth treating him like this?”

Fang Daming's face darkened: "Zhuyi, I've told you before, although Yulong isn't my biological son, he's the only heir of the Liu family. If it weren't for Yulong's grandfather, I would have died in Yutan County when I was sent to the countryside. I, Fang Daming, can't be ungrateful and just abandon Yulong like this. Yulong was born shortly after a natural disaster, leaving only him as the last living member of the Liu family. Xiaolan and Liu Hao have a deep bond, and since she can't have children, she offered to take the child in when she learned Liu Hao had this little nephew. Unexpectedly, Liu Hao… Yulong was very cute when he was little. If it weren't for that high fever… Xiaolan has always held a grudge about this." She's a very responsible person. She always felt guilty for not taking good care of Yulong and for letting down the deceased Liu Hao, so she never gave up on educating Yulong. Now that Yulong is with Xiaoying, he's starting to get better, and she believes Xiaolan will take good care of Xiaoying and Yulong.

Xia Zhuyi had heard Fang Daming say this before, and knowing that mentioning Fang Yulong's situation again would anger him, she said in a low voice, "My brother and his family are coming over the day after tomorrow. Xiaoying hasn't seen her uncle and Xiaoqiang for a long time. You must go and pick Xiaoying up tomorrow. If you don't go, I'll go and pick her up."

Hearing Xia Zhuyi's words, Fang Daming had no choice but to compromise and agreed to go to the Lakeside Villa to pick up Fang Ying

the next day. The following evening, Fang Daming went to the Lakeside Villa. Fang Lan knew that Fang Daming was coming to pick up Fang Ying that night, but she didn't mention it to Fang Ying and Qinghua because she didn't want Fang Daming to take Fang Ying away at all. Her son has improved so quickly since being with Fang Ying, especially these past few days. The two have been constantly out and about, and his progress has become even more noticeable. If it weren't for the deep impression Fang Lan had of his former foolishness, she wouldn't have thought he was mentally challenged. Although he still occasionally acts foolishly, Fang Lan believes that as long as he's willing to be with Fang Ying, he might be completely normal by the end of her summer vacation.

When Fang Daming arrived at the Lakeside Villa, Qinghua and the other two were already upstairs. "Xiaoying, can you tutor Xiaolong in math for a little while longer? Grandpa's here to discuss some things; I'll go downstairs and see."

"Big sister, is Dad here to take me home?" Fang Ying knew she hadn't done well on her final exams, and her mother, Xia Zhuyi, had already scolded her on the phone, telling her to go home.

"No, Dad's here to discuss some company matters." Fang Lan had a warm smile on her face. To Fang Ying, her older sister was her best confidante, always thinking of her needs.

Fang Lan's expression turned cold as she went downstairs. Seeing his daughter's expression, Fang Daming didn't know what to say. “Xiaolan, Xiaoying’s uncle is coming tomorrow, and her mother asked me to pick her up.”

“Really? Then how about I have someone send Xiaoying back tomorrow and pick her up again in the evening? Is it that vixen who doesn’t want Xiaoying to stay with me, that’s why she asked you to pick her up?”

“No, it’s not that. Xiaoying didn’t do well on her exams this time, and Zhuyi is worried about Xiaoying’s studies. She wants to take Xiaoying back to supervise her studies.”

“Is it not okay to stay with me? Dad, to tell you the truth, Xiaolong really likes Xiaoying. He’s improving a lot when he’s with Xiaoying. I think by the end of Xiaoying’s summer vacation, Xiaolong will be completely normal.”

Fang Lan emphasized the phrase “Xiaolong really likes Xiaoying.” Fang Daming was shocked: “Xiaolan, what do you mean by that? Xiaoying is…” Seeing Fang Lan’s stern face, Fang Daming softened and swallowed the rest of his words.

“What’s wrong? You can’t bear to part with her?” Fang Lan glared at Fang Daming, who remained silent for a moment before saying, “If I don’t pick Xiaoying up, she will come to pick her up anyway.”

"Is she worried about Xiaoying's studies? She doesn't want Xiaoying to be with Xiaolong. She just can't stand seeing Xiaolong become better. She's only after my money. Let her come. As long as you don't interfere, I have my own ways of dealing with her. She doesn't like Xiaolong, does she? I'll make her like him. She used to always give me attitude. Let's see if she dares to be so arrogant in front of me now."

Fang Daming exclaimed, "Xiaolan, what are you planning? You don't mean to make Xiaolong... This won't do. Xiaoying is still young. You can fool her and it will pass. If she causes any trouble, it won't be a joke." "Yes."

Fang Lan sneered, "Just a money-grubbing vixen, what's there to worry about? I know her, she not only loves money but also her pride, she won't dare to make a sound. My money all belongs to Xiaolong, if you want my precious son's money, you'll have to pay a price." Saying this, Fang Lan glanced at Fang Daming and said, "You won't be reluctant to part with that vixen, will you? Xiaolong has made great progress lately, do you want to go up and talk to him?"

Fang Daming was unaware that his so-called grandson had already discovered his affair with Fang Lan, so he followed Fang Lan upstairs. In front of Fang Daming, Qinghua hardly spoke, and Fang Daming could sense the coldness his "grandson" showed him. Of course, Fang Daming was also very happy, because the fool who had made him give up long ago had finally come to his senses. When they came downstairs, Fang Lan said to Fang Daming, "You don't come often, so he's a bit cold to you, I'll find a way to make him accept you."

After Fang Ying fell asleep, Fang Lan went into Qinghua's room again. “Xiaolong, your Grandma Xia wants to take Xiaoying back and won’t let her stay with you. Grandpa wanted to come and pick her up tonight, but I stopped him. Maybe Grandma Xia will come to pick her up tomorrow or the day after. Do you want Aunt Xiaoying to go back?”

Qinghua shook her head without thinking. Although she felt guilty for being on top of Fang Ying, the thrill of revenge was also intense. Fang Lan hadn’t mentioned this to Fang Ying before, so she must have something on her mind.

“Xiaolong, do you know why Grandma Xia doesn’t like you? It’s because she’s jealous of us, so she doesn’t want Xiaoying to live with us or be with you. Xiaolong, do you think Grandma Xia is really bad?”

“She is, even worse than the old witch in Snow White.”

“Yes, she’s an old witch. Xiaolong, if you want to be with Xiaoying, you have to defeat this old witch and make her listen to you.”

Hearing Fang Lan say this, Qinghua knew that Fang Lan must have thought of a way to deal with Xia Zhuyi. He feigned ignorance, asking, "Defeat the old hag?"

"Yes, tame her, make her afraid to interfere with you and Xiaoying anymore."

"Mommy, how do I tame Grandma Xia, that old hag?"

"It's simple, just do what you love most: ride her on horseback." Fang Lan finished with a wicked laugh.

Qinghua was somewhat surprised. Fang Daming had just left, and Fang Lan came to tell him this. Had Fang Daming compromised with Fang Lan? Thinking of Fang Lan and Fang Daming's affair, Qinghua felt a pang of jealousy. Qinghua remembered that a little over a month ago, he wanted to sleep with Fang Ying, and Fang Lan had readily granted his wish. It seemed Fang Lan harbored deep resentment towards Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying, so now she was plotting against Xia Zhuyi. Why did Fang Lan resent Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying? It must be because of Fang Daming. Thinking of this, Qinghua was confused. He didn't know if his previous manipulation of Fang Ying and his future attempt to violate Xia Zhuyi were punishment for Fang Daming, or simply venting Fang Lan's anger. However, Qinghua was still quite pleased. If it weren't for Fang Lan, he might not have even managed to win over Fang Ying by now, let alone Xia Zhuyi.

The thought of the mature and alluring "Grandma Xia" and the youthful and adorable "Auntie Xiaoying" kneeling before him simultaneously ignited a burning desire within Qinghua. He pushed Fang Lan down onto the bed, saying, "Now I want to ride you!"

Fang Lan giggled, "Gently, my darling, Mommy won't run away. You'd better save your energy dealing with that old hag these next few days; tonight, Mommy will be on top." Fang Lan rolled over, pinning Qinghua beneath her, and then proactively removed her sheer nightgown, pressing her full, soft breasts against Qinghua's face. Qinghua shook his head, caressing those breasts, thinking to himself, "What a wonderful pair of face washes!"

Xia Zhuyi was furious but helpless. It wasn't unacceptable that Fang Ying wanted to stay with Fang Lan, and she couldn't argue with Fang Daming over this. Of course, Xia Zhuyi wouldn't let Fang Ying go so easily. She planned to secretly pick Fang Ying up and use her maternal authority to bring her back. However, before Xia Zhuyi could act, Fang Lan unexpectedly called her, inviting her to dinner at the Lakeside Villa that evening to discuss Fang Ying's summer tutoring arrangements. Xia Zhuyi didn't intend for Fang Ying to stay at the Lakeside Villa for the entire summer, but she didn't know this was a trap set by Fang Lan. She was prepared to go to the Lakeside Villa that evening to bring Fang Ying back, unaware that this trip would lead to a day and night she would never forget.

That afternoon, Fang Lan told Fang Ying and Qinghua to go home early, and she went to the market early to buy groceries. When her son was having problems, Fang Lan often cooked dinner at home, so she knew how to cook a few simple dishes. Inviting Xia Zhuyi over that evening would be a good opportunity to try her "cooking skills."

Fang Ying was worried when she learned her mother was coming that evening, fearing her mother would find out about her affair with Qinghua. "Xiao Ying, your mother is coming to discuss your summer tutoring, nothing more. If you enjoy staying here with your older sister, stay as long as you like," Fang Lan's words reassured Fang Ying. The young girl, just beginning to experience love, naturally didn't want to be separated from Qinghua.

When Xia Zhuyi arrived at Fang Lan's villa, Fang Ying and Qinghua were sitting in the living room waiting for her. Fang Ying was somewhat afraid of Xia Zhuyi, and her illicit relationship with Qinghua made her even more guilty. Upon seeing Xia Zhuyi, she called her "Mom" and obediently took her arm, striking a ladylike pose. Qinghua, on the other hand, proactively called her "Grandma Xia," surprising Xia Zhuyi. This "silly grandson" never spoke to her before, and even calling her "Grandma" was only after being coaxed by Fang Lan and Fang Daming. She hadn't expected him to call her that upon first meeting her; it seemed the boy's intelligence had truly improved. Although she disliked Fang Lan and her son, Xia Zhuyi was secretly pleased to hear Qinghua call her "Grandma Xia," completely unaware that the young man was plotting to rape her that night.

While Xia Zhuyi was lost in thought, Qinghua scrutinized her closely. Her all-black attire was both sexy and elegant. Xia Zhuyi wore a short-sleeved chiffon blouse, the black lace pattern revealing a beige undershirt underneath, subtly exuding a seductive charm. Especially alluring was the high, prominent chest, the beige curves beneath the black stockings resembling a barely concealed nudity. Qinghua dared not look too long, his gaze sweeping over Xia Zhuyi's chest before returning to her face. Her shoulder-length hair was styled in an updo, a jeweled headband adorning her forehead, adding to Xia Zhuyi's already regal air.

"Xiaoying, don't just stand there, please ask your mother to sit down," Fang Lan said, coming out of the kitchen and inviting Xia Zhuyi to sit. The two were about the same age and somewhat hostile towards each other, so Fang Lan never called Xia Zhuyi by her name, let alone "Mom." She usually omitted formalities and spoke directly, and today was no exception. However, Fang Lan's tone was much gentler, making Xia Zhuyi feel more comfortable.

Did Fang Lan know she was coming to pick up Xiao Ying and wanted her to stay, hence her politeness? That must be it; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to the trouble of inviting her to dinner and even cooking herself. Before Xia Zhuyi could speak, Fang Ying pulled her to sit on the sofa, saying that Fang Lan had put a lot of effort into tonight's dinner. Fang Ying greatly admired Fang Lan's cooking skills, saying to Xia Zhuyi, "Mom, my eldest sister's cooking is really delicious, much better than yours." Xia Zhuyi felt a little uncomfortable hearing this. Despite her ordinary family background, Xia Zhuyi wasn't much of a cook. After marrying Fang Daming, she lived a life of luxury, incomparable to Fang Lan, who regularly cooked for her son.

Fang Lan smiled and said, "My cooking is so-so, I haven't cooked in a while. Xiao Long wanted some spring rolls, and besides, it's rare for our family to eat together, so we'll have a meal at home today. Xiao Long, come with me to the kitchen and help bring out the chicken soup."

Qing Hua followed Fang Lan into the kitchen, where Fang Lan took out a large white porcelain soup bowl and placed it on the counter. She glanced at Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying in the dining room, then took out several packets of white powder from her pocket and poured them all into the bowl. Qing Hua was dumbfounded. He couldn't imagine what method Fang Lan would use to deal with Xia Zhuyi, but he hadn't expected her to be so direct, even resorting to such underhanded tactics. Seeing those packets of white powder dissolving in the chicken soup, he couldn't help but think of sleeping pills in certain TV shows, and the scenes of beautiful women on TV taking drugs and falling asleep in bed. Putting out several packets at once—did Fang Lan intend for Xia Zhuyi to sleep here for a whole day and night?

As Fang Lan poured the chicken soup from the pot into a basin, she whispered to Qinghua, "Xiaoying and that vixen both love chicken soup. When we eat later, don't drink the soup, just eat the meat."

The fragrant chicken soup was served, and Fang Ying's mouth watered. She first scooped a small bowl of soup with a spoon, took a sip, and said, "Big sister, your chicken soup is so delicious! Even restaurants don't make it as good as yours."

"This chicken was brought from Dongshan by someone. I heard it's free-range on Changtai Mountain, and the soup is especially fragrant. Xiaoying, don't just eat it yourself, scoop a bowl for your mother too." Fang Ying was trying to please her mother so she would agree to let her stay at the Lakeside Villa. Knowing her mother loved chicken soup, she scooped a full bowl for her mother after hearing Fang Lan's words. Xia Zhuyi thought Fang Lan was showing weakness, completely unaware that Fang Lan would tamper with the chicken soup, and unsuspectingly drank the full bowl.

Mencius said, "Environment shapes one's temperament, and upbringing shapes one's physique." Xia Zhuyi, married to Fang Daming over the years, especially in recent years as the provincial governor's wife, always exuded an air of elegance and wealth. Even her manner of drinking soup at the table today was pleasing to Qinghua's eye, though Qinghua's mind was filled with wicked thoughts. The thought of the usually noble provincial governor's wife soon being at his mercy, subject to his defilement, ignited a burning desire in Qinghua, making him want to pin Xia Zhuyi down at the table and rape her right then and there.

Xia Zhuyi's lips were pressed against the soup spoon, lightly slurping the broth, her red lips forming a circle. Looking at her, Qinghua couldn't help but think of Fang Ying and Fang Lan's red lips, and the times those two women had given him oral sex; it was as if Xia Zhuyi was sucking his semen, not chicken soup. At that moment, Qinghua made up his mind: once Xia Zhuyi was drugged, he would make her taste his penis too.

"Xiaolong, have some chicken soup too." Fang Lan saw Qinghua staring blankly at Xia Zhuyi and quickly urged him to have some. She couldn't let Xia Zhuyi notice anything before she drank the soup. Fang Lan ladled a small bowl of chicken soup for Qinghua; besides a chicken leg and wing, there was only a little broth. Qinghua glanced at Fang Lan, who said to him, "Xiaolong, this is your favorite chicken leg, eat it."

After Xia Zhuyi drank the soup, Fang Lan told her about Fang Ying, basically saying that Fang Ying was staying with her and she would supervise Fang Ying's studies to ensure she didn't fall behind. Xia Zhuyi, however, said, "Xiao Ying should come back with me. You're so busy, how can you have time to take care of her?" Xia Zhuyi was clearly dissatisfied with Fang Lan's control over the Fang family's finances.

They hadn't exchanged many words when Fang Ying suddenly said she felt very hot, wondering if the air conditioner was broken. Fang Lan's lips curled into a smile; she knew Fang Ying and Xia Zhuyi's medication was taking effect. Xia Zhuyi also felt a bit hot, and even wearing clothes was uncomfortable.

Fang Ying had drunk more chicken soup than Xia Zhuyi. Fang Lan, worried that Xia Zhuyi's medicine hadn't taken effect yet, pretended to check the air conditioner. After walking around the room, she returned to the dining room and saw that Xia Zhuyi's face was flushed, knowing that the medicine had also taken effect. "Are you hot? Xiao Ying, are you feeling unwell?" Fang Lan got up and walked to Fang Ying's side. Fang Ying was wearing a t-shirt, and Fang Lan gently pulled it up, exposing the girl's smooth abdomen to the air. Fang Lan whispered in Fang Ying's ear, "Xiao Ying, does this feel much better?"

"Mmm," Fang Ying responded softly, and under Fang Lan's guidance, she actually took off her t-shirt. Xia Zhuyi was shocked to see her daughter take off her t-shirt and felt something was wrong. She stood up and Fang Lan said, "Fang Ying, what are you doing? Put your clothes back on quickly." But she felt dizzy and had to support herself on the table to steady herself.

Fang Lan smiled and walked over to Xia Zhuyi, saying, "Xia Zhuyi, are you feeling hot and a little dizzy too?" Seeing the smile on Fang Lan's face, Xia Zhuyi was horrified, realizing that Fang Lan had drugged her and Fang Ying. She angrily retorted, "Fang Lan, did you put drugs in the soup? What are you trying to do?"

“It’s not what I want to do, it’s what Xiaolong wants to do to you.” Fang Lan said, returning to Fang Ying’s side and speaking seductively, “Xiao Ying, shall we go upstairs?” She helped Fang Ying up, who was only wearing a girl’s bra. Under the influence of the drug, her originally fair skin was slightly flushed. Qinghua couldn’t help but sigh at the potency of the drug.

“Fang Lan, what exactly do you want to do?” Xia Zhuyi, still standing, was swaying precariously, her hands gripping the table. Fang Lan ignored her and said to Qinghua, “Xiaolong, take your Grandma Xia upstairs to rest.” Without hesitation, Qinghua walked to Xia Zhuyi, grabbed the beautiful woman’s waist, and pressed his other hand against Xia Zhuyi’s full breasts, squeezing them hard through her clothes.

These actions were swift and coordinated. Xia Zhuyi was dazed and confused. Although she knew her “foolish grandson” had ulterior motives, she was powerless to dodge or resist. Feeling her "silly grandson's" large hand pressing on her chest, Xia Zhuyi cried out in surprise, raising her hands to try and push the hand away, but it was held firmly, preventing her from moving.

"Grandma Xia, you must be very hot. Let me help you take off your clothes." Qinghua saw that Xia Zhuyi's face was flushed and her whole body was hot, and said with a smile as he released Xia Zhuyi's hands to unbutton her lace blouse.

"No, Xiaolong, let me go! I'm your Grandma Xia, you can't touch me like that!" Xia Zhuyi was weak all over and extremely hot. She told Qinghua not to touch her, but she herself reached out to tear off her clothes. Fang Lan, who was in front, heard this and thought to herself, "This silly boy is really impatient."

Although he said he would help her, Qinghua practically carried Xia Zhuyi upstairs. Xia Zhuyi still retained a sliver of clarity, desperately resisting the large hand pressing against her chest, trying to push Qinghua away, stammering, "I...I'm your grandmother...you can't do this..." But her movements were utterly ineffective in stopping Qinghua's assault. Although Qinghua still held Xia Zhuyi tightly with one hand, by the time they reached the top of the stairs, Qinghua's other hand had already unbuttoned Xia Zhuyi's shirt. Through the fitted beige undershirt, Qinghua could see Xia Zhuyi's breasts even more clearly; they were indeed fuller than Fang Lan's. Qinghua couldn't resist pinching Xia Zhuyi's breasts again, eliciting another soft cry from Xia Zhuyi, it was impossible to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure.

Entering the room, Fang Lan pushed Fang Ying onto the bed, and Fang Ying immediately began to roll around on the bed, her hands only reaching for her crotch. Seeing this, Fang Lan went over and stripped Fang Ying naked. Seeing her daughter stripped naked, Xia Zhuyi, still somewhat dazed, regained some clarity: "Fang Lan... what are you doing... Xiaoying is your sister..."

"Sister? Let me tell you the truth, Xiaoying has long been in love with Xiaolong, and she doesn't want to go back with you. I didn't want to treat you like this, but you forced me. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If you want my money, you'll have to pay a price. Let me tell you, all my money belongs to Xiaolong. If you want it, you'll have to see if Xiaolong is willing. This vixen might even bewitch Xiaolong into giving you money." Fang Lan laughed loudly after speaking, taking out a dildo from the bedside drawer. Since her simple-minded son had become aware of things, Fang Lan hadn't used this thing; she never expected it would come in handy today.

Hearing Fang Lan's words and seeing the dildo, Xia Zhuyi didn't know what Fang Lan was going to do and struggled violently. But the more she struggled, the tighter Qinghua held her. "Don't worry, this isn't for you. I'm just helping Xiaoying calm down. As for you, you'll naturally have to play games with Xiaolong."

"Fang Lan...please...don't do this. If your father finds out...he'll be furious." Only then did Xia Zhuyi think of using Fang Daming to pressure Fang Lan. Hearing Xia Zhuyi mention Fang Daming, Fang Lan became even angrier. She spread Fang Ying's legs and forcefully shoved the dildo into Fang Ying's vagina. With something stuffed in her vagina, Fang Ying moaned, her smooth body twisting wildly on the bed, instinctively searching for the most comfortable position. Fang Lan had just sat down next to Fang Ying and was thrusting the dildo in and out of Fang Ying's vagina.

Although Qinghua had slept with Fang Ying many times, seeing Fang Ying like this still made him feel burning with lust, not to mention that he was holding a beautiful woman beside him, and she was Fang Daming's wife. Sometime during the night, Qinghua's hand had slipped inside Xia Zhuyi's undershirt, grasping the beautiful woman's ample breasts through her bra.

Xia Zhuyi, already aroused, felt even more intensely itchy and restless upon seeing her daughter's wanton behavior and the man's hand squeezing her breasts. She pressed herself against Qinghua, rubbing against him.

The dildo moved in and out of the girl's body, quickly drawing out glistening vaginal fluid, soaking the leather mat beneath them. Perhaps it was from eating a few pieces of "spiced" chicken, but Qinghua felt a primal desire urgently needing release. He removed Xia Zhuyi's shirt, then her beige vest, and pushed the woman, now only wearing a bra, onto the bed, collapsing next to Fang Ying. All three women from the Fang family were in the room; he would have sex with them all tonight.

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, Qinghua's hands trembled slightly as he undressed Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi's short skirt fit perfectly. Qinghua unbuttoned it but didn't zip it up, and when he tried to pull it down, the beautiful woman's ample buttocks got stuck. Fang Lan, seeing her son clumsily trying to undress a woman, chuckled, "Xiaolong, don't rush, Grandma Xia isn't going anywhere." Fang Lan helped Qinghua pull down the zipper; she was quite pleased to see this young stepmother naked in front of her son.

Xia Zhuyi on the bed was only wearing a black lace bra and matching black panties. Her originally fair body was slightly flushed under the influence of the drug, and one could feel the heat emanating from her body upon closer inspection.

"Xiaolong, quickly take off her panties and see what this vixen's cunt looks like." Fang Lan had long since lost her elegant lady demeanor, speaking in a vulgar and lewd manner. Qinghua impatiently pulled down Xia Zhuyi's panties, finally seeing the beautiful woman's private parts in all their glory. Originally, Qinghua had assumed Xia Zhuyi would have a lot of pubic hair, but upon seeing her naked, she realized that Fang Ying's sparse pubic hair wasn't due to her young age, but rather a trait inherited from Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi's mons pubis was extremely full, but her pubic hair was sparse, barely covering her two plump labia majora.

From the moment Xia Zhuyi entered the room, Qinghua had been fantasizing about what Xia Zhuyi's pubic area would look like, but she hadn't expected such a sight—a perfect blend of Fang Ying's and Fang Lan's best features. Fang Lan was also seeing Xia Zhuyi naked for the first time. Although Xia Zhuyi was two years older than her, her sparse pubic hair made her pubic area look much more youthful. Fang Lan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and said to Qinghua, "Little Dragon, start taming your Xia Grandma now, you can ride her however you want."

Qinghua quickly stripped off her clothes and turned to Fang Lan, saying, "Mom, take your clothes off too, let's all play together." Fang Lan didn't hesitate to take off her clothes as well.

Just as Fang Lan was undressing, Qinghua lifted Xia Zhuyi's legs. The beautiful woman's curvaceous body was already covered in sweat, and Qinghua felt her heat as soon as he touched her. Xia Zhuyi was almost unconscious, her legs only twisting unconsciously. Qinghua thought Xia Zhuyi was still conscious and trying to resist his violation, so he unceremoniously pressed his engorged penis between the beautiful woman's tender labia, slowly rubbing it along the cleft. Stimulated, Xia Zhuyi twisted even more violently, her labia occasionally leaving Qinghua's glans, only to bump against it again without warning. This action reminded Qinghua of the scene where his penis rubbed between Fang Ying's legs before. Turning his head to look at Fang Ying, the dildo was still moving in and out of her vagina, and the leather mat beneath her was already soaked, as if a large bowl of chicken soup had circulated inside her body and was now spilled on the bed.

Under the influence of the drugs, Xia Zhuyi's lust had become rampant. Qinghua hadn't rubbed her much before her vagina was already a mess, even her labia were soaked with vaginal fluid. Seeing that Xia Zhuyi's vulva was wet, Qinghua knew the time was right. He thrust forward, and his glans parted the beautiful woman's thick labia. The sensitive nerves on his glans were immediately enveloped by something hot and soft. Even with just the glans inside, Qinghua felt incredibly pleasurable. It seemed Xia Zhuyi only deserved the title of "vixen" that Fang Lan had given her.

"Mmm!" Xia Zhuyi groaned in her daze. Her writhing buttocks suddenly stopped, as if she had suddenly found what she wanted. Her plump, white buttocks instinctively lifted upwards, actively welcoming Qinghua's penis. Her legs, which Qinghua had been holding, unconsciously wrapped around his waist. Qinghua was stunned for a moment, then realized that Xia Zhuyi, like Fang Ying, had been blinded by drugs and only wanted to release her pent-up desires.

Qinghua looked down at the point where their genitals were joined. His glans was already inside the beautiful woman's vagina, and his penis, glistening with vaginal fluid, was being slowly swallowed by her tender, red vagina. Qinghua could no longer hold back. He grabbed the beautiful woman's buttocks with both hands and thrust hard. His large penis was fully inserted into the beautiful woman's vagina.

So tight! Qinghua had thought that Xia Zhuyi, having given birth to Fang Ying, wouldn't have a very tight vagina, at least not as tight as Fang Lan's. Unexpectedly, Xia Zhuyi's labia, though seemingly thick like a ripe peach, were actually tighter than Fang Lan's.

"Oh!" Xia Zhuyi's voice grew louder as Qinghua thrust into her. Qinghua, aroused, began to thrust repeatedly. Xia Zhuyi's entire body trembled with each impact, even her breasts, encased in a black bra, heaved violently, the exposed half creating waves of milk. Qinghua suddenly pressed down on Xia Zhuyi, unhooked her bra, and began biting one of her breasts. Although Xia Zhuyi was delirious, she still felt pain, moaning and groaning as Qinghua bit her. Fang Lan,

seeing her longtime rival pinned beneath her son and treated so roughly, laughed heartily. At this moment, Qinghua was like a raging bull, caring nothing for the woman beneath him—she was simply the object of his revenge. The crimes Fang Daming had committed against him would be punished by this woman.

"Good son, compared to Mom and Xiaoying, how does this vixen feel?" Fang Lan couldn't help but ask Qinghua, seeing him fucking Xia Zhuyi so hard.

"About the same, just not as tight as Xiaoying." Qinghua knelt between Xia Zhuyi's legs, thrusting into the beautiful woman's vagina, while looking at Fang Ying sleeping beside him.

"You brat, do you think Mom's vagina is too loose, not as tight as Xiaoying's?"

"No, I love Mom the most. Mom's vagina is soft and hot, and it feels so good every time I fuck Mom." Qinghua said this, but in his heart he thought that Xia Zhuyi's vagina was soft and hot, especially today when Xia Zhuyi took the medicine, her vagina was so hot that it felt like it could melt his penis.

"Son, do you want to fuck Aunt Xiaoying now?"

"Yes."

"Then carry Aunt Xiaoying to your Xia Grandma, you can fuck whichever one you want."

Fang Ying's body was much lighter than Xia Zhuyi's, and Qinghua didn't even leave Xia Zhuyi's vagina before he piled Fang Ying on top of Xia Zhuyi. Both mother and daughter were delirious, only feeling themselves pressed against a soft body, writhing incessantly. Qinghua withdrew his penis, dripping with vaginal fluid, from Xia Zhuyi's vagina and then inserted it into Fang Ying's. Fang Ying had already been penetrated by the dildo for a while, so Qinghua easily reached his climax.

Qinghua felt the plumpness and smoothness of Xia Zhuyi's vagina, and the tightness and tenderness of Fang Ying's, while hearing the two women moaning beneath him, making him even more vigorous. The only thing that Qinghua regretted was that Fang Daming didn't know that his three women were sleeping in the same bed at his mercy.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," Qinghua said as he continued thrusting into Xia Zhuyi's vagina. Seeing her son's thick penis deeply inserted into Xia Zhuyi's vagina, Fang Lan said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, why are you so fast today? Are you too excited from riding your Xia grandma? If you want to cum, just cum. It's okay if you cum inside that slut's cunt."

"But I want to cum inside Mommy's cunt. Mommy's cunt is the softest and most comfortable." Qinghua said, looking at Fang Lan while still penetrating Xia Zhuyi's vagina. Fang Lan had no idea what her son was thinking. She was secretly pleased. Her precious son still loved her the most; neither Xia Zhuyi nor her daughter could compare to her. Fang Lan spread her legs and lay down beside them. Qinghua immediately left the mother and daughter's bodies, and his glistening glans plunged into Fang Lan's vagina. Fang Lan had been masturbating Fang Ying and had watched Qinghua take turns raping Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying. Her desire had long been aroused, and her vagina was already wet and ready to be fucked. With this thrust, Qinghua's penis went all the way in, reaching Fang Lan's cervix.

Oh! Fang Lan let out a long groan, much louder than Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying's. Qinghua didn't surrender as quickly as Fang Lan had expected; his powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her.

"Xiaolong...didn't you say you were going to cum...why haven't you come yet..." Fang Lan groaned repeatedly, her voice trembling. "Mommy's pussy feels so good, I want to play a little longer." Qinghua thrust harder, and Fang Lan, absorbed in the pleasure, didn't suspect anything amiss with her son. After another round of thrusts, Qinghua shuddered and collapsed limply onto Fang Lan. That night, he finally slept with all three women of the Fang family, three sluts.

Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying were already fast asleep; only Qinghua lay on Fang Lan's soft body, occasionally writhing, his semi-erect penis causing Fang Lan to let out lewd gasps. Neither mother nor son wanted to move; after a long time, they finally sat up in bed. Seeing the mess on the mat, Fang Lan frowned and said, "You two sluts, you've dirtied the mat." Qinghua was speechless. Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying had indeed leaked a lot of vaginal fluid, but Fang Lan herself had leaked quite a bit as well.

Fang Lan pulled Qinghua to take a bath. While Qinghua soaked in the bathtub, Fang Lan carefully washed his body, especially his penis, which had been inside three women. Fang Lan turned him over and over, washing him several times. Qinghua wasn't a blockhead. Although he had just had a good time, Fang Lan's actions reignited his lust. He pulled Fang Lan, wanting to have sex with her again.

Fang Lan pushed Qinghua away and said, "Xiaolong, you need to rest well today. Tomorrow you and Grandma Xia are at home, you can do whatever you want." Qinghua was overjoyed. He thought Fang Lan was just letting him rape Xia Zhuyi once, but it seemed his game with Xia Zhuyi had only just begun. After

the two finished bathing and returned to their room, Fang Lan told Qinghua to carry Xia Zhuyi to the guest room. Fang Lan was very clean, and with so much vaginal fluid on the leather mat, she couldn't sleep soundly. She fetched hot water and wiped the mat several times, only stopping when she was sure it was clean. Qinghua carried Xia Zhuyi to the guest room. Xia Zhuyi was still fast asleep, but her expression was much softer, clearly satisfied. Seeing Xia Zhuyi's red lips, Qinghua suddenly remembered that he hadn't yet given the beautiful woman his large penis, so he climbed onto the bed, pulled down his shorts, and shoved his half-erect penis into the beautiful woman's mouth. After a few thrusts, Xia Zhuyi didn't react at all. Qinghua felt bored, remembering that Fang Lan had said Xia Zhuyi would stay at the villa tomorrow, so he went to sleep peacefully. Tomorrow would be plenty of time to train this beautiful woman. Xia Zhuyi's head was

still dizzy, and her chest felt like it was being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder, making it hard for her to breathe. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man watching her less than half a meter away. Ah! Xia Zhuyi screamed, trying to pull away, but found herself pinned down by the man. The

man on top of her was none other than her "foolish grandson." Qinghua's hands were on Xia Zhuyi's ample breasts, his fingers gripping the soft flesh, making it difficult for the beautiful woman to breathe. After several seconds of shock, Xia Zhuyi finally remembered what had happened the night before and understood what was happening to her.

"Let me go, you beast!" Xia Zhuyi struggled fiercely, waving her arms to try and push Qinghua away. Although Xia Zhuyi's strength was no match for Qinghua, her fingernails posed a threat. Qinghua released her alluring breasts and pinned the beautiful woman's elbows down. Now, Xia Zhuyi was truly unable to move.

"Let me go, let me go, you beast! Otherwise, your grandfather will beat you!" Xia Zhuyi twisted her body unwillingly, trying to break free from Qinghua's hold.

"Grandma Xia, just scream all you want. It'll be fun for Xiaoying and my mom to hear you scream," Qinghua said with a lewd smile. Xia Zhuyi was a little stunned. She only knew that her silly grandson's intelligence had improved, but what he just said was clearly not something a person with intellectual disabilities could say. Could it be that her silly grandson had really recovered in the past two months?

Seeing that Xia Zhuyi remained silent, Qinghua lifted her buttocks. "Oh!" Xia Zhuyi couldn't help but cry out again. Only then did she realize that her foolish grandson's penis was still inside her. Good heavens! She, the wife of a provincial governor, had been raped by her own "foolish grandson." How could she face anyone if word got out?

"Xiaolong, I'm your grandmother, you can't do this to me. Your grandfather will be very angry if he finds out. Let me go now, and I won't tell your grandfather, okay?" Xia Zhuyi hoped her foolish grandson wasn't too bright and could still be fooled with a few words.

Qinghua chuckled inwardly; it seemed Xia Zhuyi still thought he was a fool. "Grandpa will be angry if he finds out? Will Grandma Xia tell Grandpa?" Qinghua still smiled, but Xia Zhuyi was completely stunned. Her foolish grandson's words seemed childish, but upon closer inspection, they were quite wise. What if Fang Daming found out about her being raped by her foolish grandson? Even if Fang Daming severely punished Fang Lan and her son, how would Fang Daming view his wife?

Seeing Xia Zhuyi remain silent, Qinghua thrust his hips up and down, each stroke sending his glans slamming deep into the beautiful woman's core. The intense stimulation brought Xia Zhuyi back to her senses. "My God, how can he be so hard!" Men's blood is naturally vigorous early in the morning, especially a strong young man like Qinghua. Qinghua thrust several times, the squelching sounds and slapping impacts echoing in the room.

"Grandma Xia, your cunt is so wet! The sheets are soaked!" Xia Zhuyi was filled with shame upon hearing Qinghua's words. Although she often acted provocatively in front of Fang Daming, he would never say such vulgar things to her. Xia Zhuyi

tried everything to persuade her foolish grandson to leave her body, but to no avail. Finally, she couldn't help but curse again. Qinghua only cared about pressing down on the beautiful woman, frantically venting his desires on her. "Grandma Xia, did Xiaolong fuck you well? Did you enjoy it?" Xia Zhuyi was both ashamed and angry upon hearing Qinghua's words. This silly boy was anything but silly when it came to this; his thing was thick and hard, his stamina was excellent, and he lasted a long time. She hadn't experienced this kind of orgasm in a long time. Since marrying Fang Daming, Xia Zhuyi hadn't experienced such intense sex. Her curses slowly turned into moans, and finally into wanton cries.

Fang Ying woke up to find herself lying naked in bed and immediately asked Fang Lan what had happened and where her mother was. Fang Lan said helplessly, "Xiao Ying, your mother already knows about you and Xiaolong. Now there's some trouble."

Fang Ying was shocked; her mother actually knew about her affair with her nephew. "Big sister, I... what should I do? My mom will kill me."

Fang Lan gently stroked Fang Ying's head and said, "Don't worry, big sister has already taken care of it for you. It happened last night."

"Last night? Right, big sister, what happened last night? I can't remember clearly. I think I slept with Xiaolong."

"Last night, it wasn't just you, your mom slept with Xiaolong too."

"My mom?" Fang Ying's eyes widened, her expression even more astonished than before: "How could my mom sleep with Xiaolong?" "

Last night, your mom and I took some medicine, and she slept with Xiaolong while she was in a daze. You don't know, don't let your mom's usual serious and unsmiling demeanor fool you, she's incredibly sexy in bed. We sisters can't even catch up to her."

"What do we do now? Is my mom still here? She'll definitely be angry when she wakes up."

“How could that be? Your mother is overjoyed. Women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties; your mother is at the peak of her sexual desire right now. Grandpa is getting old, and I bet your mother is sexually frustrated. After experiencing Xiaolong's big cock, she'll definitely love it.”

Fang Ying seemed to understand Fang Lan's words. Her older sister used to use dildos, so her mother must be the same. Suddenly, they heard Xia Zhuyi's cursing coming from the guest room. Fang Ying said fearfully, “Oh no, my mother's angry!”

“Don't worry, your mother hasn't quite come to her senses yet. Let's take a shower first; maybe she'll stop yelling after we're done.”

The two sisters quickly showered in the bathroom and went to the guest room where Xia Zhuyi was sleeping. The door was ajar, and the sounds inside were clearly audible. Sure enough, Xia Zhuyi had stopped cursing; instead, she was making lewd moans. Through the crack in the door, Fang Ying saw her mother lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide in a V-shape. Her eldest nephew was pressing down on her mother's legs, causing her mother's buttocks to arch upwards, her entire vulva exposed to the sky. Her eldest nephew was erect, his thick penis tightly connecting their bodies.

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