[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter Six: The Plan in Progress)

[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter Six: The Plan in Progress)
After enduring more than half an hour in the car, it finally arrived at the commercial center of X City.
For those half hour, besides feeling the comfort of my mother's breasts against my arms, I also
experienced the pain of my erect penis due to intense arousal, caused by incorrect positioning. In those half hour, I experienced what it
meant to be both pleasurable and painful.
When the car stopped, I opened the door, bent over, and got out. Turning my back to my mother and
aunt, I quickly adjusted my position, almost groaning out in pleasure. My penis had remained erect for more than half an hour, and although it was still hard, 　　the feeling was completely different from the sensation of it
pressing against my underwear in the car . 　　"Xiaoming, why are you walking so fast?" At this moment, my aunt, who had gotten out of the car, saw me with my back to them and immediately 　　asked. 　　"It's okay, let's go, the sooner we finish shopping, the sooner we can go back." I took out my phone to check the time, turned to 　　my aunt and mother and said. I know women aren't afraid of getting tired while shopping, and it's almost 3:30 now. I still 　　have things to do tonight, I can't miss it. 　　"You're not happy to come shopping with me and your mother, are you?" Although she knew I didn't like shopping, 　　she was still happy to come with them, but hearing my perfunctory tone, she was still a little unhappy. "Um 　　, well... then we'll take our time, until you're satisfied, is that alright?" 　　"Hehe, that's more like it." 　　Then, the three of us walked towards the shopping mall. Zhou Kai and Xiang Fei parked the car and followed us 　　about ten meters behind. Before I came, I had told them to just follow at a distance 　　, not too close. 　　After arriving at the shopping mall, the three of us randomly walked into a women's clothing store. As soon as we entered, a young and 　　beautiful saleswoman greeted us. I dismissed her and then the three of us—my aunt, my mother, and I—began shopping. 　　"How about this one?" Once inside, my aunt was like a bird released from its cage, flipping through clothes and looking around. Suddenly, 　　she picked up a sexy, fashionable black mid-sleeve dress, holding it up against herself, and turned to me, 　　asking the question. 　　"Why are you looking at me? Ask my mom, I don't know anything about this," I 　　honestly replied, seeing the dress in my aunt's hand. I truly didn't know anything, because I had absolutely no experience shopping with women. My mother rarely 　　asked me to go shopping with her, and even when we did, she would just buy whatever she thought was suitable, never 　　asking for my opinion like my aunt did. This was the first time I'd ever shopped with her. 　　"Women wear clothes for men to see, so you're a man, I trust your judgment," 　　my aunt said with a sly smile, looking at my naive and honest expression. 　　"I've never gone shopping for clothes with a woman before. You forced me to come, hmph." Looking at my aunt's sly 　　smile, I huffed inwardly. 　　"Don't you like women?" Hearing my question, my aunt's sly smile vanished, replaced by 　　an incredulous expression. She looked at me with disbelief, 　　her exaggerated change in expression clearly feigned. 　　"You're the one who doesn't like women!" I retorted without thinking. 　　"Hehe, of course I don't like women, because I am a woman myself!" Hearing my thoughtless 　　remark, my aunt chuckled, teasing me as she laughed. 　　Even my usually quiet mother, standing nearby, stifled a laugh. 　　After hearing my aunt's words and seeing my mother's suppressed laughter, I realized my 　　statement was illogical. My face burned with embarrassment; I just wanted to disappear into the ground. 　　"Alright, if you like women, that's fine 　　. I'm a woman too. Do you think I look good in this outfit?" Seeing my face flush red with embarrassment, my aunt stopped teasing me and instead picked up the clothes, holding them against her 　　body and showing them off to me. 　　"Hmm, it's alright." I really didn't know if it looked good or not, because I felt that my aunt and mother 　　looked so alike that anything should look good on them. Perhaps she thought everything looked good on her, especially 　　when she wore business attire and stockings. That completely different temperament from my mother made her even more stunning, so I could only offer a casual comment. 　　"So, does it look good or not?" Hearing my perfunctory answer, my aunt became angry 　　. Her large, shrewd eyes behind her glasses stared straight at me 　　, and she said angrily. "Go and try it on. I can't tell the difference." Seeing my aunt staring at me, I had no choice but 　　to say this. If I continued to give her a perfunctory answer, it might lead to another argument. 　　"Okay, you stay here with your mom and pick something out. I'll be right back when I'm done changing." Hearing this, my aunt seemed 　　satisfied and left with the dress, heading towards the fitting room. 　　"Mom, look at this one." Now that it was just the two of us, I picked up a pink 　　mesh-paneled, ruffled, sleeveless vest dress and said to my mom, holding it up against her. 　　My aunt wore this type of dress, and I was curious to see if it 　　would suit her well, given her usual gentle and virtuous 　　style. 　　"This kind of dress doesn't suit me; it suits your aunt better," 　　my mom said, seeing me holding it up against her. 　　"Just try it on. How will you know if you don't try it on?" I urged, seeing that my mom didn't seem to like the dress, 　　because I really wanted to see her wearing it and compare it to my aunt's. 　　"Well... alright." Hearing my insistence, Mom didn't want to go against my wishes, so she took the dress and 　　headed to the other empty fitting room. 　　"Ta-da! How does it look? Does it look good?" As soon as Mom entered the fitting room, the door next to 　　it opened, and my aunt came out. She had already changed into the sexy and stylish black mid- 　　sleeve dress she had just worn. Compared to the business suit she had been wearing, she looked much younger and more vibrant.

"You look great, " my aunt said, twirling around me a few times in stockings and high heels.
"You look even younger if you don't wear glasses." Watching my
aunt twirling around me, showing off her beauty, I spoke frankly, even offering my personal opinion: I just
wanted her to remove her glasses so I could compare her to my mother, who had changed her clothes.
"Really?" Hearing my words, my aunt beamed and took
off her glasses.
"How do I look now? Pretty, right? How old do you think I am?" After taking off her glasses,
she twirled around in front of me again, then looked at me expectantly and asked.
"Like a three-year-old," I said, wanting to tease her, taking
a step back and speaking seriously.
"Are you looking for a fight?" Hearing my words, my aunt's excited face immediately turned sour. Even though she knew I was
joking, she couldn't control her expression and started to grab my ear.
Before she even reached me, the door to another dressing room opened, and my mother
came out wearing a pink short dress. Her outfit was similar to her pajamas at home, but with an added touch of
elegance. She looked beautiful in a different way. Pajamas are usually loose, unlike this dress.
The sleeveless top exposed her arms to the light, and her full, firm breasts
stretched the dress, the V-neck creating a deep cleavage
. I almost lost control.
"Sister, you look so beautiful! I told you, you always wear long dresses, it's such a waste to hide such a good figure
. You look great now!" Seeing my mother come out, my aunt stopped chasing me and instead went to my mother's
side, taking her arm.
"It was Xiaoming who asked me to try this on. It's not appropriate to wear this outside, is it?" After hearing her aunt's praise,
Mom said shyly in a low voice.
"So it's that brat! He wouldn't even help me check if the clothes looked good, and now he's helping you pick
them out, humph."
"You always bully him; he's starting to get a little scared of you."
"..."
"Hey brat, come here. Look, whose clothes look better, mine or your mom's?"
After whispering with Mom for a while, Aunt turned to me and said fiercely.
"My mom's looks better." Hearing my aunt's question, I answered without hesitation. My
attention was entirely focused on my mother, and my aunt's clothes weren't as sexy as my mother's.
Although both wore V-necks, and their faces were indistinguishable, I could still see the difference—a
difference in temperament. It's not something that can be changed simply by changing clothes. My mother is associated with water, while my aunt is associated with
fire, so this difference in temperament is immediately noticeable. Plus, my mother's outfit was less revealing
, showing off her entire fair and delicate arm, so I thought my mother's clothes looked better.
"Hmph." Hearing my unwavering answer, my aunt was clearly displeased,
letting out a cold snort before falling silent.
I was happy to have some free time, spending the rest of the day trying on clothes. Watching two
beauties with completely different styles but similar looks, I learned the art of critiquing their outfits.
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened after that, except for
a few comments from my aunt and mother when they came out after changing. The rest of the time, I was essentially free labor, only able to feast my eyes on the clothes
of these two charming women with completely different styles but similar appearances; otherwise, I
gained nothing.
But my loving mother didn't forget me, picking out several outfits for me.
Seeing her tender eyes while I tried them on made the trip worthwhile.
We shopped until almost six o'clock, my bags were full, and my mother, feeling sorry for me, suggested
we go home, but my aunt, still wanting more, insisted we shop a little longer, saying it seemed like she hadn't been shopping in
ages.
After dropping my aunt and mother off at home, I said goodbye and left without even eating dinner,
because I had already received a call from Monkey while shopping.
Following the directions Monkey gave me, I found this sparsely populated place. It was already 7:30, so I took out
my phone and dialed Monkey's number.
"Hey, boss? Are you there yet? Wang Feifei is here, waiting for you." As soon as the call connected,
Fatty's voice came from the other end.
"I've arrived at Shishi Mountain, at that intersection. Where are you guys?" Hearing that it was Fatty who answered the phone, I immediately
said. It seemed he was even more concerned than I was.
"Okay, okay, I'll bring some people to pick you up. This place is a bit remote, hard to find." After hearing my reply,
Fatty immediately said.
After hanging up the phone, I chatted with Zhou Kai and Xiang Fei. I hadn't expected Fatty to find such
a place. It was a resort outside the X city district, with many villas, but unlike
those in the city center which are clustered together in a complex, these villas were scattered here and there,
perfect for a vacation.
Not long after, I saw a dilapidated van driving towards us.
"Boss, follow!" Fatty shouted from inside the van before it even arrived, and then
the van turned a corner and drove off.
Without further ado, I got in the car and followed.
Following the dilapidated van, after several twists and turns, we arrived
at a secluded villa halfway up a mountain. The villa was quite lively. When I got out of the car, I saw all sorts of men and women,
some I recognized and many I didn't. They all seemed to be students from No. 3 Middle School, some in their first year,
some in their second, and most in their third.
There was a group of people having a barbecue outside the villa. I went over to say hello and then went with Fatty and Monkey.
I found a quiet spot outside the villa and sat down.
"Fatty, is this a fake birthday party? Pretty good, there are quite a few people." I
said after sitting down. I wanted to find out more before I came here, since I hadn't been involved and didn't know
how Monkey and the others were doing. Seeing such a lively scene made me very satisfied.
"What do you mean fake? It's real! Someone's really having a birthday party. Go ask around outside, he's Wang
Feifei's classmate! But I don't know him well. I just asked him to come and discuss it with him. We'll chip in half for
his birthday party, but we need to find some people to attend. That idiot agreed without hesitation,"
Monkey quickly replied.
"What a coincidence?" I said, a little surprised after hearing Monkey's words.
"It's like even God is helping you, boss! If it were a fake birthday party, it would be easily exposed
. This is even better," Fatty, standing to the side, immediately chimed in.
"Hmm, that's for the best. So, where's Wang Feifei now?" After listening to their explanation, I immediately asked about
what I was concerned about.
"She's chatting with someone inside the villa."
"Alright, let's begin the second step of the plan."
After discussing our strategy, we immediately implemented the second step.
Then, Fatty, Monkey, and a few others took a deck of cards and went into the villa. I didn't follow them in; instead, I
took out a cigarette outside and started smoking.
After finishing my cigarette, I walked into the villa. Before I even entered, someone came out of the door
—my target for tonight. It seemed our plan was working well. Given Wang Feifei's personality, she definitely wouldn't
participate in gambling. There was a large group of people gambling inside the villa, and Wang Feifei's appearance
was exactly what I wanted.
"Hi, what a coincidence!" Seeing Wang Feifei approaching, I stopped and greeted her,
my face showing surprise and disbelief.
"It's you?" Seeing me greet her, Wang Feifei looked up at me in surprise and asked.
"Hehe, meeting in two different places in one day, it seems we're somewhat destined. I still don't
know your name, let me introduce myself first. My name is Li Ming, a student in Class 4 of the first year of high school." Seeing
Wang Feifei's surprised expression, I greeted her with a smile.
"Um... I... my name is Wang Feifei." After hearing my introduction, Wang Feifei softly hummed in agreement, hesitated
for a moment before saying her name.
"Wang Feifei? Feifei? What a beautiful name, just like you." I could tell that Wang Feifei seemed
a little wary of me, but I didn't take it to heart. I figured that a school beauty like her must have too many suitors
, so she was instinctively wary of men who wanted to get close to her.
"Why don't we go inside and sit down?" After hearing my words, Wang Feifei's fair face flushed
slightly, but she didn't speak, so I immediately invited her.
"I'm not going. People inside are gambling, it's too noisy. You go by yourself." Wang
Feifei politely declined my invitation.
"Gambling? No wonder it's so noisy inside. Almost everyone's inside. I thought they were having
some kind of event. Hehe, I'd better not go in. I don't gamble. How about I walk with you? There's nothing else
to do anyway." I could tell Wang Feifei was still quite wary of me, but I had to put on a brave face and
look at her sincerely. If I gave up, wouldn't all the trouble I'd caused be for nothing?
"Well, okay then." Looking at my sincere gaze, Wang Feifei hesitated for a moment before saying.
"The weather's nice tonight, how about we go for a walk in the backyard?" Hearing Wang Feifei agree, I immediately
offered my suggestion. I couldn't just take her wandering around aimlessly, so I was selective in offering this suggestion. The backyard
was a nice place, and there weren't many people around, especially since gambling was taking place inside the villa. Nobody would be
going to stroll around in the backyard; only a few people were still barbecuing and chatting in the front yard. At this time, the backyard was the most ideal
place for a date.

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