Zhang Yang's lips curled into a wicked smile as he deliberately stopped what he was doing and asked, "Sister, what did you just say? I didn't hear you."
"You rascal, if you keep doing this, I won't bother with you anymore. Come on, do it a few more times like you just did."
"Like this?"
Zhang Yang suddenly pulled up her panties again, causing Xia Xue to moan under her breath, her body trembling violently.
The sensation of being tightly constrained in such a sensitive area was oddly mesmerizing to her.
At this moment, Xia Xue's cheeks were flushed with desire. She could feel how she looked right now – like a sexually aroused little cat, especially in front of her brother-in-law.
This feeling of shame mixed with excitement was even more intoxicating.
"Faster... go faster."
Xia Xue pleaded softly.
Zhang Yang did not disappoint Xia Xue, tugging at the already soaked panties, his movements alternating between fast and slow.
Finally, after a few moments, Xia Xue suddenly threw back her head and cried out loudly, her body shaking uncontrollably.
A milky liquid streamed down to Zhang Yang's hand through the fabric.
Clearly, Xia Xue had reached her climax.
Zhang Yang watched as Xia Xue lay there, savoring the afterglow, feeling a different kind of relief. Despite the discomfort of his arousal, he was quite satisfied.
Such a spectacle of a beauty reaching her peak was indeed a rare sight.
"Sis, you must make your boyfriend very happy," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
By now, Xia Xue was indifferent to discussing such topics; her body had no secrets left in front of Zhang Yang.
She frankly said, "I don't know if he's happy, but I'm not, because he's never satisfied me."
"He's just a bookworm who not only lacks a sense of romance but also skips foreplay entirely, and furthermore..."
"And what?" Zhang Yang asked, suddenly curious.
"And he almost never lasts once he's in. Saying he lasts a second might be an exaggeration, but to say three would be giving him too much credit."
At this, Zhang Yang was also at a loss for laughter. "Perhaps it's the overpowering allure of my sister. But what if we wait for him to come back so I can diagnose and treat him?"
Zhang Yang was only being polite, considering the conversation had reached this point, but deep down, he hoped that Xia Xue's boyfriend would continue to underperform.
Unexpectedly, Xia Xue said, "Forget it. He's a perfectionist who won't allow his weaknesses to be exposed. You're not to speak about this to anyone."
Seeing how considerate Xia Xue was toward that man, Zhang Yang felt quite annoyed.
"Sis, do you love him a lot?"
This question seemed to stump Xia Xue as well, and it took her a while to respond, "He has been very good to me, impeccably so, but if it's love, I think it's more out of gratitude."
"He saved me once. When I was about to be harassed by a group of thugs, he stepped forward to protect me. Since then, we naturally came together. Aside from intimacy, he is very caring."
"But sometimes I find that the distance between us is growing, not just because he's inadequate."
"There are many other reasons, like his being a workaholic, often traveling abroad for long periods, and his general neglect for my emotional needs."
Watching Xia Xue's forlorn expression, Zhang Yang couldn't help asking, "If that's the case, why don't you break up?"
"He's at a critical phase in his career now, and I can't disrupt him. Besides, he has been very kind to me, so I have not considered breaking up yet."
After hearing this, Zhang Yang didn't know what more to say; pressing further would be inappropriate.
"Sis, rest for a while. I'm going to take a shower."
He needed to cool down, or the discomfort would be unbearable.
Xia Xue turned her head and saw the rigid tent, and immediately understood what was going on.
"Zhang Yang, if you're uncomfortable, I can help you this one time."
"Just consider it a payment for the massage you just gave me."
"But don't think too much about it, just this once, never again, and you mustn't tell anyone."
Zhang Yang had never expected Xia Xue to suddenly say such a thing, but of course, he wouldn't refuse.
"Sis, can I sit on you like I did just now?"
The feeling just now, with only underwear separating them, was simply too thrilling, not to mention Xia Xue's firm buttocks were much more comfortable than using hands.
Xia Xue, blushing furiously, gave Zhang Yang a glare, and just when he thought she would refuse, he heard her quietly say, "Then… then hurry up."
Zhang Yang froze, then immediately sat back down on Xia Xue's buttocks.
This time it was even smoother, and Zhang Yang didn't hold back, his hands kneading and squeezing those two halves together.
Under Zhang Yang's continuous rubbing, Xia Xue also felt tingling and numb, repeatedly humming softly.
Several times, Zhang Yang wanted to pull aside her panties and go deeper, but fortunately, he held back, knowing that Xia Xue still had her limits.
At least for now, she would never allow him to do so.
At this moment, their actions, in Zhang Yang's view, seemed more like a shallow comfort to each other.
Finally, after half an hour, Zhang Yang looked at his masterpiece on Xia Xue's waist and was quite satisfied.
"You naughty man, get off quickly, and remember, you must not tell Xiao Man about today."
With that, Xia Xue, holding her clothes against her chest, quickly rushed into the bathroom.
During the past half hour, she had climaxed twice and was truly mortified.
Zhang Yang watched Xia Xue's fleeing figure, filled with a sense of achievement, chuckling non-stop.
What frustrated Zhang Yang was that after taking a shower, Xia Xue hid in her room and didn't come out, which made him a bit worried. Perhaps today was a bit too much; hopefully, Xia Xue wasn't angry.
But speaking of impulses, Zhang Yang knew that not only he had been impulsive today, Xia Xue also seemed a bit lost in passion.
Fortunately, by evening, when Xiao Man returned from work, Xia Xue came out looking normal.
However, whenever she and Zhang Yang made eye contact, she quickly and awkwardly turned her head away, not daring to look at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang felt awkward, especially in front of his girlfriend, Xiao Man.
Luckily, Xiao Man didn't notice anything unusual between them.
At that moment, Xia Xue suggested, "Tonight, let's go out for a big meal, my treat."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Man immediately hugged Xia Xue's arm happily, "That's wonderful, sis, but what's the occasion today?"
"Nothing much, just got a cramp while stretching, and Zhang Yang helped me with a massage," Xia Xue honestly said, not hiding it.
"Really? Sis, let me tell you, Zhang Yang's massage skills are so professional. You should let him give you a good massage someday, it'll make you feel comfortable all over," Xiao Man said somewhat airily.
Xia Xue's face flushed—with indeed great comfort, from head to toe, inside and out, almost ecstatic.
Anxious to change the subject, Xia Xue swiftly said, "Then wait for me; I'll change my clothes, and we can go. Today, I'm treating you to Japanese cuisine."
Xiao Man naturally happily agreed, but after Xia Xue left,
Xiao Man suddenly gave Zhang Yang a scrutinizing look, as if she had discovered something.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped, "What… what's the matter?"
"Tell me, what's going on between you and my sister?" This question nearly brought Zhang Yang to his knees.