Chapter 17: Chapter 16: Aunt Shen, the Childhood Nightmare
The next day, as Yang Haoran's father, mother, and sister left for work and school one after another, Yang Haoran was left idle at home again.
With nothing to do, the "study materials" that used to excite him, after his mother's masturbation and his sister's blowjob, now seemed insipid.
After all, videos were just videos. They couldn't compare to the excitement of real-life experiences, especially if it involved incest. Although he hadn't reached that point yet, he already harboured desires within his heart.
In order to continue receiving benefits from his mother, Yang Haoran, who rarely showed initiative, decided to study on his own in his room.
His sister was a top student in class, always ranking among the best in the school. She also served as a study committee member and had excellent teaching abilities. After last night's tutoring from his sister, he had learned a lot.
Various complex terms that used to seem obscure and difficult to understand, he now had a rudimentary grasp of. From morning until noon, he studied the knowledge in his notebook.
Those who knew him would surely be astonished by this scene. Could even a poor student have a turning point in life?
In Yang Haoran's opinion, whether or not he had a turning point depended on the size of the temptation. He highly valued his mother's allure and considered studying to be insignificant.
During his busy self-study session, a phone call interrupted him.
Yang Haoran picked up his phone and saw that it was his mother calling. He clicked to answer, and a familiar voice entered his ears, conveying a hint of weariness.
"Haoran, Aunt Shen has returned from her business trip. She will come to visit you at noon. Please pay attention outside and open the door for her when you see her. Mom will be heading back now."
Aunt Shen, his mother's close friend and the mother of Shiwen. Aunt Shen was a divorcee and raised her child alone. She was a seductive and mature beauty. Since childhood, she had always enjoyed teasing him, especially in her cheongsam. Aunt Shen had a special fondness for cheongsams, and her figure was perfectly showcased in those graceful and elegant dresses, leaving a deep impression on him.
Upon hearing that Aunt Shen was coming, Yang Haoran shuddered and couldn't help but recall the fear of being manipulated and teased since childhood.
He admitted that Aunt Shen was very sexy. With a beautiful face, tall figure, and alluring curves, she became even more captivating when dressed in a cheongsam. However, for him, who had been frequently teased and made fun of for her amusement since childhood, she was like a devil.
As a result, under Aunt Shen's influence, he had developed a thick-skinned demeanour from an early age.
As memories faded away, after hanging up the phone, Yang Haoran appeared somewhat absent-minded.
From time to time, he glanced outside the window, inwardly praying that the devil Aunt Shen wouldn't come. But good luck was never on his side. Not long after, a familiar vehicle caught his eye.
"What an unlucky day." He muttered to himself and helplessly walked out of his room, heading downstairs.
Yang Haoran opened the gate of the yard, and a fiery red streamlined Ferrari was parked outside. However, the most eye-catching presence was a woman who could be described as an extraordinary beauty. In her presence, even the dazzling red Ferrari paled in comparison.
A classical beauty with a face like an ancient enchantress and long red hair cascading like a bloody waterfall leaned against the car door. Her enchanting amber eyes were filled with countless charming expressions. She had a delicate and charming nose, plump and rosy lips that exuded a faint glow under the light, irresistibly alluring.
Her voluptuous and fiery figure contrasted sharply with her classical features.
The form-fitting cheongsam in shades of green was stretched to the brink of bursting by the ample and plump breasts, almost unable to button up. Just below her slender waist, two full and round buttocks lifted the cheongsam in a breathtaking curve.
The cheongsam had a high slit that exposed the majority of her voluptuous and fair thighs, resembling flawless white jade under the pristine light, appearing even smoother and more tender.
Standing beside her was a young boy with well-defined features, wearing a white sleeveless shirt and loose black trousers. The boy had a gloomy expression, seemingly dissatisfied with the woman's attire.
"Mom, can you be a bit more restrained? Haoran is here," the boy couldn't help but complain as he looked at Yang Haoran approaching.
His mother was still exposing her thighs, seemingly intentionally seductive. Although he had long grown accustomed to this scene over the years, he couldn't help but advise her every time. If she weren't his own mother, he would have said that she dressed like a prostitute.
In fact, although his mother's collection of cheongsams filled several closets in the house, most of them were modestly tailored, exuding elegance and grace without much exposure. However, there were a few sets with slits that reached the upper thighs, and for some reason, every time his mother visited Aunt Liu's house, she would intentionally wear them.
Sometimes he truly doubted if his mother had taken an interest in Haoran and wanted him to be his "little father."
Facing her son's complaint, Shen Qing ignored it and looked at Yang Haoran as she lifted her baby-like fair and tender jade arm, beckoning him with a seductive and gentle voice.
"Xiao Ranran, have you missed sister? I heard you got injured, hehe... I am really concerned." As she spoke with concern, a pleasant smile appeared on her face, making it difficult for people to know whether to cry or laugh.
"Aunt Shen, you're joking," Yang Haoran approached her, his gaze fixed on her classical and charming face, not daring to lower his gaze.
He knew that Aunt Shen deliberately exposed her thighs, waiting for him to take the bait. As long as he took even a fleeting glance, whether it was a stolen look or a furtive glance, he would not escape Aunt Shen's keen eyes. She would then use that as an opportunity to tease him. He had been victimized multiple times but had learned to keep his composure.
At this moment, he acted like a dignified gentleman in the presence of a beautiful woman, regardless of whether Aunt Shen was a devil. If she weren't, he would have already enjoyed the view.
However, Aunt Shen had no intention of letting him off. She feigned sadness, sighing and saying, "It's been a month, and you're calling me 'aunt' again. Sigh... why are men so fickle."
Her face displayed a perfectly calculated expression of grievance, resembling an abandoned woman trapped in the deep chambers of the inner courtyard, gazing fixedly at Yang Haoran.
'Slut, I'm not your husband!' Yang Haoran inwardly cursed, already used to Aunt Shen's dramatic performances. He put on a fake smile and said, "Sister."
"Sister" — a word that encapsulated worldly wisdom.
If you can't beat them, join them.
This was the conclusion he had reached through blood and tears. Don't assume that just because Aunt Shen appeared provocative and promiscuous, she was truly a loose woman. Once you fell for it and tried to take advantage of the situation, she would teach you the speed at which a woman could change her expression.
That seductress had taken advantage of his youthful ignorance, step by step enticing him. Once in the past, he was unable to resist temptation because of his youthful vigour, but he didn't expect her to suddenly shout, "Ruoxi, your son molested me!"
It left him dumbfounded. Since then he understood this his Aunt Shen was a rose filled with thorns, and learned to keep a distance.
"Hehe... Xiao Ranran, you're still so considerate and understanding. No wonder sister loves you so much. Unlike Wenwen, who is so dull and uninteresting. Shiwen, you should learn from Haoran more."
"Yes!" Zhou Shiwen displayed a look of utter resignation, mechanically agreeing. He was truly in awe of his mother.
She had no sense of being an elder!
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