Unexpectedly, her brother's sudden apology left Yang Mengyao feeling somewhat at a loss. She stared blankly at the face before her, a face that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.
This scene had played out countless times in her childhood daydreams. She had imagined that if her brother ever apologized to her, she would defiantly retort, "Who cares about your apology? Do you think I care?" But reality often contradicts imagination. Years of pent-up grievances surged into her heart in an instant, like a mountain torrent. Her pure and beautiful face turned slightly red, with a glistening in her eyes, unable to control herself as she suddenly threw herself into her brother's arms, pounding him while her sobbing voice rang out:
"Why are you apologizing now? Do you know how much I suffered when I was little? I liked you so much, but you joined others in bullying me. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Sob..."
Her delicate body nestled into his embrace, a fragrant aroma of a young girl filled his nose. Her ample and tender bosom pressed against his chest, causing Yang Haoran to experience a slight surge of heat in his lower body.
Beast!
He cursed himself inwardly, filled with guilt and shame. He couldn't believe he was having a reaction in the presence of his own younger sister. It was different from their mother's situation, where she had been the one to initiate things, combined with the stimulation of watching explicit films.
While Yang Haoran berated himself internally, his mind involuntarily started to entertain impure thoughts, especially as he gazed at his sister's pure and beautiful face, her teary eyes, and her pitiful appearance. Alongside the feeling of sympathy, wicked thoughts emerged, a desire to dominate and torment the young girl in his embrace.
The beauty and purity of the world, precisely because they are so perfect and innocent, often evoke the wickedness lurking deep within human hearts, a longing to destroy and defile them. This is the darkness of human nature, its inherent vices.
Nevertheless, Yang Haoran still had not lost his rationality. He suppressed and controlled his impure thoughts and impulses, waiting until his sister's sobbing gradually subsided.
"Alright, alright, Yaoyaoo, stop crying," Yang Haoran let out a sigh of relief, raising his hand to stroke his sister's smooth and silky hair. Pretending to playfully threaten her, he said, "If you keep crying, you'll turn into a little kitten. Do you remember the ugly monster that looks like a cat?"
"Hmph!" Yang Mengyao wiped away her tears and smiled. She murmured, "You're the ugly monster, brother. You're as annoying as an ugly monster."
As she spoke, she raised her petite fist as if in defiance, wanting to give her brother another punch. After a brief pause, she slowly lowered her hand.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm the ugly monster!" Yang Haoran nodded quickly. It was hard enough to get this girl to stop crying, and he didn't want to make her angry again.
"Brother, does it hurt?" Yang Mengyao's delicate jade-like hand gently caressed her brother's chest, her eyes showing a hint of self-blame and concern.
In her emotional excitement earlier, she had indeed hit her brother quite hard several times.
"Hehe... It doesn't hurt, but my heart does ache a little. Mengyao, touch my heart again."
"Hmph, I think Mom was right. You're just itching for a spanking, brother."
"Who says..." a voice attempting to defend himself spoke up.
The two siblings played around as if they were fighting, reconciling and returning to their usual playful selves. Yang Mengyao forced her brother to swear that he would never bully her again, nor make her cry. She also teased him by saying that she wouldn't help him with his studies if he didn't agree.
Yang Haoran could only smile helplessly and comply with her demands.
...
The two of them entered Yang Haoran's room. He sat on the computer chair, flipping through his notebook, while his sister, acting like a little invigilator, hovered next to him, supervising and answering his various questions.
Every now and then, the room filled with the tinkling laughter of the young girl.
"Brother, you're so slow. The teacher has explained this several times already."
"This one is easy..."
"I can't always be the one explaining. Brother, you need to use your brain too."
"You say you understand, hmph, I don't believe you."
"I'll give you a few questions to test you."
Soon, the sound of paper being written on filled the air. Ten minutes later, a confident someone handed over the paper to the budding young girl.
"You got the first question wrong. It should be like this..." The girl's voice carried a hint of amusement.
"You got the second question wrong again."
"The solution to this question is correct, but your calculation is wrong."
"This one is correct."
"Wrong again."
"And this one is also wrong."
"Not bad, you got seven out of ten questions wrong."
As soon as the words fell, Yang Mengyao noticed her brother's unusual condition. She was taken aback by his flushed face and profuse sweating. Worriedly, she exclaimed, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Yang Haoran was currently consumed by desire. As he gazed at his sister's pure and beautiful face, the flames of lust surged within him, wicked thoughts taking hold. A seductive voice echoed in his mind.
Take her down.
Take her down.
Take her down.
The voices echoed, causing Yang Haoran's head to throb in pain. He writhed in agony, rolling off the computer chair and crashing onto the floor, his trousers erecting a tent-like structure.
"Wait, brother. I'll go get Mom," his sister's anxious voice reached his ears, instantly snapping him out of his daze.
"Don't... Yaoyao." He quickly grabbed his sister, who was about to turn around, mustering his strength. But his lower region, like it had been sprinkled with an itching powder, became unbearably itchy.
Faced with his sister's innocent and beautiful face, coupled with the unbearable itchiness in his lower region, Yang Haoran struggled to maintain the last shred of sanity and resist the desires of the wild beast within.
But the itch became unbearable. He gasped for air and said with difficulty, "Yaoyao, help me take off my pants."
Only now did Yang Mengyao notice the towering tent formed by her brother's pants. Hearing her brother's words, she panicked, thinking there was something biting him down there, and hurriedly went to remove his pants.
As his pants and underwear were peeled off, a blazing, reddened, and thick shaft emerged, narrowly missing her cheek as it sprang forward.
The penis was long and thick, measuring around eighteen centimetres, a size far beyond what it had been before. The robust shaft resembled a baby's arm, with veins protruding like sinewy snakes all over it, and a bulbous head the size of an egg, wild and intimidating.
"Bro... Brother," Yang Mengyao's voice trembled as she looked at the swollen and sizable cock. Her face showed a hint of fear. Having studied biology, she knew what this was—her brother's erect penis—but she never expected it to be this large and frightening.
Ignoring his sister's presence, Yang Haoran's right hand instinctively grasped his cock, beginning to stroke it. Yang Mengyao watched in a daze as her brother pleasured himself right in front of her?
But soon, that thought dissipated. Her brother's abnormality seemed to be caused by his penis. He had injured it before, could it be a lingering effect?
Yang Haoran, in desperate need of release, continued to stroke his erection. But his body temperature was soaring, his hands radiating heat. For his scorching dick, the stroking merely provided momentary relief, as the temperature continued to rise.
"Yaoyao, help me," Yang Haoran, helpless, could only seek assistance from his sister.
Just after reconciling with his sister, although his carnal desires ran rampant, his original intention was not to defile her. Otherwise, he would have pounced long ago, without enduring until now, which led to the flames of desire becoming uncontrollable and unbearable.
Yang Mengyao looked at her brother's pained expression, feeling the same torment within her heart. Her face filled with alarm, she asked, "Brother, what should I do?"
"You hold it, like I did just now. Stroke it up and down, quickly..." Yang Haoran gasped heavily. At this moment, he felt like he had taken Viagra but couldn't find any release, suffering immensely.