Liu Xinru asked Wang Yue to stop moving forward for a moment and then asked, "Yue Rou, how do you feel right now?"
"It feels so full and so comfortable, it's like someone's real penis is inside me," Tang Yue Rou said, unconsciously using such vulgar language under Liu Xinru's influence.
"Then just imagine that it's really a man's penis penetrating you," Liu Xinru suggested. "Actually, just think it's Yue Er doing it to you."
"But that's not possible—he's still so young," Tang Yue Rou quickly objected.
"Well, if he's young, so be it. It's not real anyway, and he's the only man in the house. If not him, who else could you imagine?" Liu Xinru continued to tease her. "I often imagine him doing it to me too."
Under Liu Xinru's encouragement, Tang Yue Rou's thoughts started to wander even further. In her mind, she began to imagine that her fifteen-year-old nephew was standing in front of her, pushing his unusually large penis into her vagina.
