"Hmph, it's not over yet!"
Su Mengyun objected. "Yue'er is big, sure, but we don't know if he's twenty centimeters. We'll have to measure."
Wang Yuyao excitedly rushed out and returned a moment later with a thirty-three-centimeter plastic ruler.
"Come here, Yue'er. Let your aunt measure you," she said, taking her seat again and beckoning him over.
Wang Yue walked up to his aunt and held his cock out toward her.
Wang Yuyao placed the ruler against Wang Yue's cock, holding one end at its base and checking the markings at the tip.
"Nineteen point three centimeters," she announced.
Then she burst into laughter. "Mengyan, looks like you're the one who lost!"
Su Mengyan protested, "He wasn't excited enough. It wasn't fully erect."
"We don't care. You lost as he is now," Wang Yuyao giggled.
Su Mengyun laughed too.
"That's right, Mengyan. You lost. Pay up."
"Maybe we should let it go," Chen Lingwei said, assuming the air of a sensible elder.
