"Ah!"
Ye Qingmei screamed, her face turning pale with fright.
Qin Chuan saw it and immediately panicked, hurriedly standing up to check.
But he forgot about his current situation.
As soon as he stood up, the roaring dragon stuck directly to Ye Qingmei's face.
Ye Qingmei instantly felt the dragon's scorching heat and could even smell its strong scent.
This was the smell of a man.
Ye Qingmei couldn't even remember how many years it had been since she smelled this scent.
For a moment, she was completely overwhelmed with confusion and emotion.
She instinctively licked her lips and was about to reach out to grasp the scorching dragon.
But just then, a loud knocking came from outside the door.
"Mom, are you in there? Mom, mom, mom..."
Ye Wenxi's voice accompanied the knocking, sounding intensely.
Upon hearing the voice, Ye Qingmei snapped back to reality, her face visibly flustered.
Qin Chuan was also startled, hurriedly fumbling to pull up his pants.
"What... what's up, Wenxi, I'm here."
Ye Qingmei forced herself to respond.
"Mom, I'm... I'm hungry, come out and make me a midnight snack." Ye Wenxi said guiltily.
"Oh... oh, okay, just wait a moment, I'll come out and make it for you." Ye Qingmei said nervously.
"Qingmei, I..."
Qin Chuan had put on his pants, but the dragon was still standing tall.
Ye Qingmei glanced at him guiltily, then without saying a word, she turned around hurriedly to leave.
But just as she turned, her gaze fell toward the curtain.
Qin Chuan, feeling guilty, quickly stood in front of her.
Ye Qingmei didn't delay any further, hurriedly opened the door and walked out.
"Mom, what were you doing in his room at this hour? Aren't you afraid of people gossiping?" Ye Wenxi's complaining voice came from outside the door.
"Don't speak nonsense, I was just afraid Little Chuan would catch a cold at night, so I brought him a quilt." Ye Qingmei hastily made up an excuse.
Finally, the voices of the mother and daughter faded away in the hallway.
Qin Chuan let out a heavy sigh of relief.
However, he couldn't shake a vague sense of regret.
At that moment, Luo Yi, who had been hiding behind the curtain, suddenly emerged and hugged Qin Chuan from behind.
"How does it feel? Exciting?" Luo Yi teased.
Qin Chuan heard this and gave a bitter smile.
It was more than exciting; his heart was about to jump out.
What happened tonight was more thrilling than his past twenty years of life.
First, an affair with his stepmother's friend, then his stepmother came in saying she wanted to help him, now interrupted by his stepsister.
The twists and turns were more dramatic than those films from over in Japan.
"Aren't you a bit regretful that Qingmei didn't get to help you?"
Luo Yi insightfully asked about Qin Chuan's feelings.
Qin Chuan, like a deflated balloon, sat back on the bed dispiritedly, his expression a bit remorseful.
In that moment, it was indeed exciting.
But now, as he calmed down, he felt immense regret.
How could he let his stepmother do such a thing for him?
His stepmother treated him so well.
Yet he coveted her body.
Is he even human?
Feeling Qin Chuan's emotional change, Luo Yi gently patted his head, then rested his head on her chest as if comforting a child to sleep.
"It's normal. If you didn't have a reaction seeing Qingmei, that would be abnormal." Luo Yi patiently consoled, "Qingmei's figure is better than mine, and her face is a bit prettier. Tell me, what man wouldn't want to be with her?"
"But she is, after all, my..." Qin Chuan hesitated to continue.
"Maybe you can look at it from a different angle." Luo Yi continued, "Qingmei is your stepmother, but she's also, like me, a woman who's been starved for just over a decade."
"Don't think that only men have desires and needs; us women, our desires are only more, not less."
"But at the same time, women are emotional creatures. In this aspect, Qingmei and I are similar. We have needs, but we don't sleep around."
Qin Chuan looked at Luo Yi with a semblance of understanding; obviously, his knowledge in this aspect was limited.
"What I mean is, we only get involved with men we acknowledge." Luo Yi was worried Qin Chuan wouldn't understand, so she started explaining Ye Qingmei's mindset, "If Qingmei was willing to help you, it means she acknowledges you and wants to be involved with you."
"But just like you, she's held back by traditional moral values."
"I asked you to see it from another angle because I wanted you to know that by helping you, she was also helping herself."
Qin Chuan, upon hearing this, was slightly surprised: "Luo Aunty, you mean to say that you also acknowledge me, and that's why you want to do that with me, not just to satisfy a desire?"
"Of course, your Aunty Luo isn't a casual woman." Luo Yi said, with a bit of pride, but soon she changed her tone and joked, "Of course, some release is needed, I intend to drain you dry tonight."
Qin Chuan felt warmth in his heart upon hearing this.
Coming from a rural background, he had suffered too many scornful looks.
Even in the village, everyone avoided him as if he was cursed, afraid he would clamor for their attention.
At this moment, feeling Luo Yi's acknowledgment, he was truly touched.
"Luo Aunty, I want to help you." Qin Chuan said, gathering his courage.
"How do you want to help me?"
Luo Yi smiled seductively, and the next moment, he lifted her into the air.
Instead of being surprised, she laughed and straddled Qin Chuan's thigh, passionately responding to his eager kisses.
This time, she felt Qin Chuan was more passionate and more open.
And indeed, Qin Chuan was quick-witted.
He had not only learned the kissing techniques she just taught him, but also figured out how to adapt them.
Qin Chuan's lips slowly parted from Luo Yi's scented lips, a glistening string stretched between them.
Luo Yi's eyes gradually lost focus, "Little Chuan, I want..."
Before she could finish, Qin Chuan pulled the nightdress off her shoulder.
In an instant, two soft white mounds burst forth.
Luo Yi's size was impressive, perky, but the little tips were small.
And the color was a delicate pink.
They looked like those of a young girl.
"Do they look nice?"
Luo Yi had her arms hooked around Qin Chuan's neck, gazing at him with entranced eyes, "Do you want to taste?"
Qin Chuan didn't respond with words; he answered her question with his actions.
His right hand clasping Luo Yi's waist suddenly tensed, causing Luo Yi to lean forward.
Then he opened his mouth wide, sampling Luo Yi's ample peaks.
And his left hand wasn't idle either, grabbing and kneading the other side.
"Mmm~~~"
Luo Yi was completely moved, her perky hips trembling, grinding fervently against the dragon, "Little Chuan... mmm~~~ Little Chuan, I want, I need you~~~"