The delicate hand, soft like jade, coiled around the dragon like five tendrils.
The warmth of the palm incessantly stimulated the dragon's most sensitive parts.
With Luo Yi's caresses and teasing, the dragon, already unsatisfied, now brimmed with vitality.
This was an experience Qin Chuan had never had before.
It was wonderful, comfortable.
Completely different from his own fifth girl.
Moreover, Luo Yi's movements were gentle and patient, seemingly waiting for the dragon to grow.
The stimulated dragon soon became restless and agitated.
The thick veins winding around the dragon conveyed a palpable sense of power with just a touch.
Gulp.
Feeling the changes in the dragon in hand, Luo Yi couldn't help but swallow.
Despite it being the second time she had handled it, Qin Chuan's prowess still surprised her.
This dragon, untouched by others, was too mighty, and though not fully awakened, already as thick as a baby's arm.
Also, its length was astonishing.
Luo Yi cautiously measured it with her jade hand.
Indeed!
At least eighteen inches.
A length many women dream of but rarely attain.
Just from touching it, Luo Yi felt a certain part of her body start to ooze.
"Little rascal, I can't tell if I'm teasing you or you're teasing me," Luo Yi said wryly.
"Aunt Luo, I didn't mean to, the way you are, it's hard for me not to react," Qin Chuan said embarrassedly, scratching the floor with his feet.
"Aunt Luo isn't blaming you; in fact, Aunt Luo is very happy."
Luo Yi said softly, her fine voice wrapped in warm breath, lingering by Qin Chuan's ear: "Our little Chuan is an honest boy, not lying."
Feeling the tingling in his ear, besides the dragon, Qin Chuan felt weak all over.
Aunt Luo truly knew how to seduce.
Constantly teasing his nerves.
Qin Chuan made a swallowing motion, the feeling of dry lips and tongue rising again.
He glanced down at Luo Yi's small mouth.
The lips painted in a seductive color, further igniting primitive desires deep within him in such an ambiguous atmosphere.
Suddenly he had a thought.
If Aunt Luo were willing to use her mouth, how wonderful would that be?
Qin Chuan thought, yet he never imagined Aunt Luo would perceive his idea.
"Little rascal, you want Aunt Luo to use her mouth?" Luo Yi's fragrant lips curved into a beautiful arc.
At her words, Qin Chuan's old face instantly turned red.
Luo Yi laughed lightly, her small mouth slightly opening, her nimble fragrant tongue licking her lips.
"What, don't you want? Aunt Luo really wants to have a taste," Luo Yi teased unabashedly.
Watching Luo Yi's moist red lips and tongue glistening with saliva, Qin Chuan felt his dragon near explosion.
He had a strong inner impulse.
Wanting Aunt Luo to kneel before him, wrap her sexy mouth around the dragon.
The mere thought of it set his blood boiling.
Just as he anticipated Luo Yi's next move, familiar footsteps sounded untimely.
"Oh no!"
Qin Chuan shivered instinctively, glancing at the restless dragon.
The stirred dragon couldn't easily be calmed.
Seeing the situation, Qin Chuan hurriedly grabbed a pillow from the sofa, covering the dragon.
Meanwhile, Luo Yi also quickly withdrew her hand, tidying her slightly rumpled attire.
Soon, Qin Chuan's stepmother's voice echoed in the corridor.
"Luo Yi, you teasing girl, coming over without notifying me..."
The stepmother teased while entering the living room.
However, upon entering, she froze in place, visibly tense.
"Little, little Chuan, when did you get back?"
Ye Qingmei stuttered, her face looking guilty.
She thought only Luo Yi was present, so her tone was unreserved.
She didn't expect Qin Chuan to be here.
Unsure if it was her crude words or imagining Qin Chuan while self-comforting, Ye Qingmei felt unspeakable nervous and guilty facing him.
"And you call me a teasing girl? Look at yourself; your chest is almost out," Luo Yi teased with a smile.
Ye Qingmei blushed instantly, spitting fiercely at Luo Yi: "Don't talk nonsense, little Chuan is here."
Originally intending to wear a shawl, but with it in hand, Qin Chuan's image flooded her mind.
Inexplicably, she put down the shawl.
Walking out in a black spaghetti strap nightdress.
Since it was for sleeping, the dress was loosely designed.
The chest was almost completely exposed.
Comparably revealing as the halter dress exposing the chest Luo Yi wore.
Just one glance could set one's blood afire.
Ye Qingmei wished she could crawl into a hole.
Luo Yi saw, smiling playfully, seemingly noticing something.
Then she glanced at Qin Chuan sitting beside her.
Qin Chuan pressed the pillow down, clearly affected.
Luo Yi smiled knowingly.
"Little, little Chuan, when did you get back?" Ye Qingmei quickly changed the subject, concerned.
"When Aunt Luo came..."
Qin Chuan instinctively started but quickly corrected himself: "Just, just got back."
"Oh."
Ye Qingmei nodded, suspecting nothing, then used an excuse to cut fruit to leave the contentious area.
Until she vanished into the kitchen, Qin Chuan felt relieved.
Whether his stepmother's beauty or their forbidden sentiment, Qin Chuan felt the dragon reacting more strongly at her sight, almost unable to suppress it.
"Little Chuan, you like your Aunt Meimei?" Luo Yi suddenly teased.
Instinctively, Qin Chuan nodded: "I like her; Aunt Meimei is the person I respect most."
"I don't mean that kind of liking; I mean the kind between a man and a woman," Luo Yi reminded.
"Huh?"
Qin Chuan's old face flushed, visibly embarrassed.
It's his stepmother.
How could he have feelings for her like between a man and woman?
It's blasphemy against Aunt Meimei.
"Don't be quick to deny; it can't lie."
As she spoke, Luo Yi reached into Qin Chuan's pants again, grabbing the towering dragon.
"Still want to deny? It's even more vigorous now."
Luo Yi chuckled teasingly, nestling against Qin Chuan: "Aunt Luo will tell you a secret; your Aunt Meimei's place is renowned, called Nine-Curves Corridor, known to render men yearning."
"Women with coveted places have greater needs than others, stronger desires too."
"Don't you want to try it?"
"Re- renowned?" Qin Chuan paused.
He seemed to recall something, his brows tensed: "Aunt Luo, how do you know?"
"Silly child, what's there to not know?"
Luo Yi smiled charmingly: "Your Aunt Meimei and I occasionally comfort each other, she helps me, I help her."