As Wang Yue channeled his inner Qi, the carnal sounds from the bedroom seeped through the cracks of the door, drifted across the living room, and snaked into the guest bedroom where the twins were staying.
Inside, Zhou Pingping and Zhou Tingting were on the verge of falling asleep when the strange noises jolted them wide awake.
"Pingping, did you hear that?" the older twin sat up and whispered to her sister.
Zhou Tingting sat up as well, nodding. "I heard it. It sounds like it’s coming from Mom’s room."
Slap... slap... slap...
"Ah... ah... you little rascal... go easier... too hard... Auntie can’t take it... ah... Auntie’s going to... be fucked to death by you..."
The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh and Zhou Yifei’s breathless moans grew clearer and clearer.
"Mom sounds like she’s hurting," Pingping said, her brow furrowing at her mother’s seemingly pained voice.
"Yeah, and what’s that slapping sound?" Tingting added.
The two lollies locked eyes, gasping in unison: "Is soone beating Mom?!"
Panic set in. Forgetting all about sleep, they leaped off the bed, sprinted out of their room, and dashed toward the master suite.
Usually, Zhou Yifei kept the door deadbolted to prevent any "accidental" walk-ins, but this ti, the lock was open. The twins burst right in.
The scene that t them was beyond bizarre.
Their mother was lying there completely naked, her legs hoisted high and draped over a man’s shoulders. The man, also stark naked, was kneeling before her, driving his body into hers with heavy, rhythmic lunges that made her "scream" over and over.
From the back, the man looked exactly like their favorite "Big Brother Tiezhu."
"Brother Tiezhu! Why are you hitting my mom?" Pingping demanded, her voice trembling with indignation.
Zhou Yifei, who had been lost in a sea of pleasure, nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her daughters’ voices. Every muscle in her body clamped shut instinctively.
Wang Yue feigned shock, stopping his movents and looking back. His muscles tightened too—not from fear, but from the sheer effort of holding back. His aunt’s sudden fright had caused her "little flower" to seize up like a vice, vacuum-sealing his cock, while her cervix clamped onto his glans like a hungry little mouth. The sheer intensity of the squeeze nearly made him blow his load right then and there.
"Ah! Who are you?" Tingting shrieked. Now that Wang Yue had reverted to his true, devastatingly handso face, she didn’t recognize him.
Wang Yue gave them a gentle, reassuring smile. "Don’t be scared. It’s , Brother Tiezhu."
The two lollies were pure-hearted, but they had a knack for sensing a person’s essence. That familiar scent and his unmistakable voice convinced them instantly that this gorgeous stranger was indeed their Tiezhu.
But they didn’t have ti to ask why he’d had a face-lift. Pingping repeated her question: "Brother Tiezhu, why are you hitting Mom?"
"I’m not hitting her. We’re just playing a ga," Wang Yue chuckled.
Zhou Yifei squeezed her signature large eyes shut, her face turning a shade of crimson so deep it looked like she might actually start bleeding from her pores.
"Liar! You’re slamming into her so hard she’s crying!" Pingping huffed, stomping over to the bedside with her sister.
Suddenly, Tingting burst into a wail. "Sister! Brother Tiezhu is killing Mom!"
Pingping blinked. "No, he’s not."
"Look!" Tingting pointed at the junction where they were joined. "He stabbed that big, thick thing inside her!"
Pingping looked, and her eyes went wide. Brother Tiezhu really had shoved sothing incredibly thick into their mother. They couldn’t tell how long it was, but the girth alone was terrifying. Both girls started sobbing in earnest.
Wang Yue was at a loss. He knew his little cousins were innocent, but he hadn’t realized they were this sheltered. They were literally watching him work and thought it was an assassination attempt.
The twins were already adorable, but seeing them "pear-blossoms-in-the-rain" style was heartbreaking. Wang Yue scrambled to explain. "Don’t cry! I’m really not hitting her, and I’m definitely not killing her!"
They weren’t buying it. Sobbing, Pingping reached out with her small hand, gripped the base of Wang Yue’s shaft, and gave it a violent tug—literally dragging the nearly eight-inch monster out of her mother’s body.
"It’s that long?!" Seeing the object erge—not just thick, but seemingly endless—the girls wailed even harder. In their simple worldview, how could anyone survive having sothing that size shoved into them?
Wang Yue realized he was getting nowhere. He looked at Zhou Yifei for help. "Auntie, help out here. Say sothing."
Yifei didn’t want her daughters traumatized by a misunderstanding, so she swallowed her sha and forced her eyes open. "Pingping, Tingting... Mom is okay."
"Mom? You’re not dead?" they gasped.
Yifei managed a weak, awkward smile. "Silly girls, of course I’m not dead."
Relief washed over them, and they wiped their tears. But Tingting was still suspicious. "But Brother Tiezhu put that giant thing inside you."
"Yeah! That has to hurt! Brother Tiezhu is a big bully!" Pingping added, her little face scrunched up in anger again as she thought about him "stabbing" her mom with that giant club.
Zhou Yifei was whip-smart. She’d been stunned at first, but she realized now that Wang Yue had set this up on purpose. Since she’d already accepted that her daughters would eventually belong to him, she figured this was as good a ti as any for a "lesson."
"Don’t worry," she said softly. "Brother Tiezhu was telling the truth. We’re playing a ga. It doesn’t hurt Mom—actually, it feels really, really good."
The twins loved gas, but they’d never heard of this one. "What ga? Why haven’t you taught us how to play?"
"It’s called the ’Poke-the-Flower’ ga, and usually, only grownups play it," Yifei explained, her face burning. "It’s when a man puts his ’joystick’ into a woman’s ’flower’ and moves it back and forth. It makes both of them feel very happy."
The two lollies blinked their big eyes, looking utterly confused.
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