"Ying..."
"Chen Xuan, be gentler."
"Please, don't use so much force. Slow down, a bit slower."
"Hmph... Chen Xuan, if you keep this up, Auntie won't be able to take it. It feels so painful."
"Aunt Liu, bear with it a bit. I have to go a bit faster; it'll be over soon," Chen Xuan said, panting heavily.
"No, Chen Xuan, please, slower, and a bit gentler. Auntie really can't take it anymore!"
"Oh, that's it. That feels so good. Chen Xuan, you're amazing!"
In the bright and spacious living room, a Beautiful Young Married Woman in her thirties, wearing conservative pajamas, lay prone on a soft leather sofa. Her voice carried a hint of sobbing as she repeatedly begged for mercy, letting out suggestive moans from time to time.
Straddling her waist was a handsome young man in his twenties.
This young man was the Chen Xuan she spoke of.
At this moment, Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel a bit smug.
He thought to himself: "Hehe! How could it not feel good? I specifically went to a Spa Center to learn this technique. I knew you Beautiful Young Married Women would like this!"
"Aunt Liu, does it feel good?"
Chen Xuan asked with a smile while massaging her jade-like back.
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, the Beautiful Young Married Woman he called Aunt Liu—Liu Jiayun—immediately turned her head with a mesmerized expression. She looked at Chen Xuan with squinted eyes and a smile, her red lips lightly parting: "Xiao Yang, you're so capable, how could Auntie not feel good?"
"Haha, as long as Aunt Liu is comfortable!"
"Aunt Liu, next, I'm going to massage your charming long legs. It might be a bit sore and itchy during the process, so you'll have to bear with it."
As he spoke, Chen Xuan climbed down from Aunt Liu's body and sat down beside her thighs.
Hearing such praise from Chen Xuan, Liu Jiayun felt delighted.
Of course, she was also a bit embarrassed.
"Xiao Yang, you're joking. Auntie is already at this age. These legs of mine are already showing their age. How can they be as good as you say?"
"By the way, Chen Xuan, does Auntie still need to lie face down like this?"
After saying that, Liu Jiayun wiggled her body, lifting her full breasts half a foot off the ground before readjusting her posture and lying back down.
Suddenly, Chen Xuan saw Liu Jiayun's 36C full breasts being squeezed bit by bit against the soft sofa, coming into intimate contact with it.
This sight made Chen Xuan's throat go dry.
However, Chen Xuan didn't show any inappropriate expression.
After a quick glance, he retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Aunt Liu, if you're uncomfortable, just turn over and lie on your back!"
"But Aunt Liu, your long legs are truly beautiful—white, straight, and smooth. If these aren't considered beautiful, then there are no beautiful long legs in this world."
"Giggle giggle..."
"Xiao Yang, your mouth is really sweet!"
"No wonder Xiao Yu asked you to come and take care of Auntie."
"You really know how to please people!"
Liu Jiayun said with a light giggle, covering her mouth.
After speaking, she couldn't wait to flip over, letting her delicate body lie flat. She rested her head on the sofa's armrest and looked at Chen Xuan with a smile.
The Xiao Yu she mentioned was her son, Feng Lingyu.
When Chen Xuan heard this name, an unnatural look flashed across his face for an instant.
Soon, Chen Xuan regained his composure and smiled slightly. "Aunt Liu, as long as you're happy!"
"Come, I'll massage your thighs first to get the blood flowing, so you can sleep more comfortably tonight."
"Mhm, Xiao Yang, go ahead. Auntie thinks highly of your technique."
"Every time you finish massaging Auntie, I can sleep until I wake up naturally."
Liu Jiayun looked at Chen Xuan with great anticipation, not at all repulsed by the intimate contact he was about to have with her.
Chen Xuan nodded with a smile and said no more.
He immediately reached out both hands, placing them on Liu Jiayun's full, straight, long legs, and then began to gently knead them.
Of course, Liu Jiayun's pajamas were long, so there was no direct contact with her skin.
Even so, the bouncy sensation transmitted to his palms from Liu Jiayun's long legs still made the young and vigorous Chen Xuan feel restless.
See?
Chen Xuan's body immediately had an unspeakable reflex.
"Ying, Chen Xuan, you can use more force. This is too light; Auntie feels a bit itchy."
Liu Jiayun closed her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, speaking lazily and comfortably.
Chen Xuan glanced at Liu Jiayun, the corners of his mouth curling up. "Alright, Auntie. If you feel any pain, remember to say so!"
"Mhm, it's fine. Just don't use too much force. Auntie's old bones can't take your tossing."
Liu Jiayun continued to speak lazily.
Hearing these words, Chen Xuan couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
At the same time, he thought to himself, why does this beautiful woman Liu Jiayun always speak in a way that makes people imagine things?
Doesn't she know her words are a bit inappropriate?
"Ahem, Auntie, I'm going to start using force now!"
"Mhm, Xiao Yang, use more force. Auntie can still take it!"
Holy crap!
Chen Xuan couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Then, Chen Xuan began to massage her with more force.
Of course, during this time, Chen Xuan's eyes were also a bit dishonest.
From time to time, his eyes would scan Liu Jiayun's graceful figure, dignified and mature appearance, and charming demeanor.
Liu Jiayun was only 38 years old this year. She had lost her husband six years ago and had remained single since then, never remarrying.
She had a son and a daughter with her late husband, Feng Ruizhi.
The son was naturally Feng Lingyu, who was only 19 years old and was currently cultivating with his seven beautiful female masters.
The daughter was the contemporary film and television starlet, Feng Qinger, who was 18 years old.
Her children were undoubtedly winners in life!
And what about Chen Xuan?
He wasn't originally from this world.
He was a transmigrator.
A month ago, he had transmigrated into the world of a Dragon King novel he had read in his previous life.
As luck would have it, Chen Xuan became a minor lackey of the novel's Protagonist, Feng Lingyu.
According to the original plot of the book, Chen Xuan's identity was quite pathetic.
He had always served as a lackey who took care of the Protagonist's mother.
That would have been fine, but he had also harbored a secret crush on the Protagonist's sister, Feng Qinger, for years, yet he remained a simp from beginning to end—actually, even worse than a simp.
If a simp simps long enough, the girl might give them a light hug or something.
But Chen Xuan got nothing; Feng Qinger rarely even looked him in the eye.
The only consolation was that after taking care of the Protagonist's mother, Liu Jiayun, for years, she eventually gave him a 'good person' card.
And that wasn't even the worst part!
The most tragic thing was that the original Chen Xuan later became a villain because he obtained some cultivation opportunities and for other reasons, only to be ruthlessly killed by the Protagonist, Feng Lingyu.
What made Chen Xuan most furious and determined to become Feng Lingyu's stepfather was...