Chapter 133: The Peeper

’Auntie’s here?’

For a moment, Yang Xun was overjoyed. His heart pounded wildly, and he shot up in bed as if he’d been electrocuted.

However, as the figure drew closer and the moonlight fully illuminated her face, Yang Xun froze for a moment.

It wasn’t Aunt Chen, but Mi Ting.

Mi Ting was wearing a black silk slip. The gossamer-thin fabric clung tightly to her curvy figure, outlining every inch of her body to perfection.

The hem was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her thighs and revealing a pair of long, fair legs that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her collarbone, making her fair neck look all the more alluring.

The sight of her chest was even more spectacular. The silk fabric could hardly contain her ample bosom, which trembled slightly with each step she took.

Yang Xun’s body had already been aching with need, but seeing Mi Ting looking so incredibly sexy was like pouring gasoline on a fire. The lust flared up inside him, and his thin shorts instantly tented into a shocking shape.

"What are you looking at, silly?"

Mi Ting felt Yang Xun’s scorching gaze, and her pretty face flushed slightly. She gave him a coquettish roll of her eyes, her voice soft and coy.

"Looking at you, of course!"

Yang Xun knew exactly what Mi Ting wanted, coming over in the middle of the night.

The next second, he sprang from the bed like a pouncing tiger, pulling Mi Ting into his arms. He cupped her firm, round bottom with both hands and swiftly lifted her up.

"Ah! Be gentle..."

Mi Ting cried out, instinctively wrapping her arms around Yang Xun’s neck.

In just a few strides, Yang Xun carried Mi Ting to the bed. After laying her down gently, he impatiently pressed his body against hers.

Their lips instantly met, tongues tangling wildly and making wet, smacking sounds that would make one’s heart race.

Yang Xun’s large hand slipped under Mi Ting’s nightgown at her waist, traveling up along her satin-smooth skin until it cupped one of her soft, scorching-hot breasts.

"Mmm~~" A soft moan escaped Mi Ting’s lips as her legs unconsciously wrapped around Yang Xun’s waist.

Yang Xun ripped the pesky slip dress from Mi Ting’s body, revealing the exquisite, jade-like form beneath.

Then, the two began their heated, true-to-life battle.

The bedframe began to creak rhythmically, a sound accompanied by Mi Ting’s unrestrained moans and Yang Xun’s heavy breathing, all strikingly clear in the silent night.

"Xiaoxun... you... you have to slow down... ah..."

Mi Ting gripped the bedsheets tightly, her long black hair splayed across the bed. Her stunning face was as red as a ripe apple, and tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. Her entire body bounced with the force of his powerful thrusts.

Yang Xun was like a tireless beast, charging relentlessly, unleashing all the desire he had pent up since noon onto Mi Ting.

...

However, neither of them noticed that as they were locked in their passionate battle, a furtive figure had appeared silently outside Yang Xun’s door.

This person was none other than Chen Xiafang!

She stood outside the door in a pale pink silk nightgown, her face a mask of conflict and apprehension.

In fact, just like Yang Xun, the interrupted intimate moment from noon had left her tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.

’Whenever I close my eyes, all I can see are Yang Xun’s scorching lips, his strong, large hands, and that heart-stopping... The more I think about it, the more unbearable it becomes. My body feels like it’s being seared by flames, and the heat deep in my lower abdomen is growing so intense it’s driving me mad.’

She had tossed and turned in bed for nearly an hour before finally gritting her teeth and resolving to find Yang Xun.

’I know this is absurd. I’m his elder, the auntie who watched him grow up. But the desire of my body is like a rising tide, slowly swallowing my rationality. I just can’t hold back any longer.’

’Hm? What’s that sound?’

But as she tiptoed to Yang Xun’s door, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The heavy breathing of a man and a woman, along with the rhythmic creaking of a bedframe, came from inside the room.

A tremor ran through Chen Xiafang. Her eyes widened to their absolute limit, her face filled with disbelief.

’Who is Yang Xun doing... *that* with?!’

As it happened, the door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a thin crack.

Chen Xiafang hesitated for a second but ultimately couldn’t resist her curiosity. She gently leaned in, pressing one eye to the crack to peer inside.

Moonlight streamed through the window, clearly illuminating the two intertwined bodies on the bed.

When Chen Xiafang saw the face of the woman on the bed, she felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, completely petrified on the spot.

’It’s Mi Ting!!’

’My daughter!!’

BOOM!!!

Chen Xiafang’s mind went completely blank. She was so stunned it felt as if her soul had been ripped from her body.

’I never, ever would have imagined that Yang Xun would be with my own daughter!’

’So my own daughter is one of the three women Yang Xun mentioned.’

Chen Xiafang stared blankly at the scene through the crack in the door, a storm of incredibly complex emotions churning within her.

Shock, disbelief... but more than anything else, there was envy.

She saw the expression of ultimate bliss on Mi Ting’s face. Her tear-filled eyes were brimming with pleasure and satisfaction, and her whole being was like a flower nourished by rain and dew, blooming with an unprecedented radiance.

’My daughter... she looks so happy.’

’But... Yang Xun is my daughter’s man now.’

’How can I compete with my own daughter for a man?’

This thought was like a bucket of cold water, dousing the flames that had been burning inside Chen Xiafang all night.

’I should leave.’

Logically, she should turn and leave silently, return to her room, and pretend she hadn’t seen a thing.

But... her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, too heavy to move.

Her eyes, as if drawn by a magnet, were glued to the intensely passionate scene through the crack, unable to look away.

’Yang Xun’s strong, powerful body... his shockingly impressive endowment... every thrust carrying a devastating force...’

Chen Xiafang’s breathing grew more rapid, her body growing hotter. The fire deep in her lower abdomen, far from being extinguished, was now burning even hotter.

Unconsciously, her right hand slowly moved down and slipped beneath her nightgown...

The moment her fingertips brushed against the wetness there, a slight tremor ran through Chen Xiafang’s body. She bit her lower lip hard, forcefully swallowing the moan that was about to escape.

She leaned against the doorframe, her almond-shaped eyes hazily watching the scene through the crack. Her right hand moved continuously beneath her nightgown as her breathing grew more erratic and her body trembled more violently.

’I’m a mother... and I’m here, peeping at my own daughter making love while... touching myself. This is utterly absurd, completely outrageous.’

But she couldn’t care about that anymore. The desire of her body was like a ravenous beast, completely devouring what little rationality she had left.

Her movements grew faster, her breathing more rapid. She was lost in an indescribable pleasure, completely forgetting where she was.

However, just as Chen Xiafang was completely lost in the moment and about to reach her peak, Yang Xun’s voice suddenly came from inside the room.

"Wait a second... I think someone’s outside..."