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Chapter 18 Part 1: Cold Control
Steam still clung to the bathroom; the air mixed the freshness of body wash with the thick musk that follows sex.
Xiaoyu stood at the sink, cold water running over bony fingers; the rush sounded sharp in the quiet.
His eyelids lowered; the mirror held a handsome, unruffled face only a cold ember lingering deep in his eyes.
The scene of giving Xiaokai a blowjob replayed in slow motion in his mind.
His brother's young, vital shaft swelling and pulsing in his mouth, the final hot jets etched on tongue and throat.
The feeling… strange.
No disgust none of the imagined pleasure more like… an icy experiment.
He thought of Chen Fang kneeling countless times at his feet, her mouth and tongue serving with sacrificial obedience.
Her eyes hollow, movements numb, machine-like.
He enjoyed absolute control, enjoyed the faint, humiliated shudder as she swallowed.
But he had never truly grasped what it was to kneel, to abandon all dignity, to bare the vulnerable mouth and throat to another's desire forced to accept the liquid that signifies conquest.
When Wang Li's wanton moans and Xiaokai's predatory gaze tangled earlier, when the room was choked with chaotic lust, a thought slid into Xiaoyu's mind like a cold snake: he wanted to know.
He wanted to stand in that place where his mother had been forced so often and feel what total subjugation, forced "acceptance," was like.
Not about desire or orientation; merely a cold "empathy experiment" from an absolute controller's angle.
He wanted to know if his mother's soul, kneeling there, was as cold and detached as his now.
The result seemed to confirm it.
Aside from unavoidable bodily stimuli (throat-filled suffocation, the impact of spurting), within he was calm as dead water.
No humiliation, no pleasure only an "oh, so that's it."
It gave him a deeper, almost cruel understanding of her numb submission not pretense, but the soul's total surrender and objectification.
The recognition stirred not pity but hardened the ice wall of "absolute power" within.
He was more certain: his mother body and soul was entirely his an extension of his will, a vessel without self, existing for his desire.
"Bro?" Xiaokai's voice husky, carrying a subtle emotion his brother's act had stirred came from the door.
Leaning in the frame, only a towel around him, hair dripping, he watched Xiaoyu's back eyes complicated.
That forbidden act shocked beyond fleshly pleasure a sense of being "conquered" and "accepted" by his brother a moral jolt still sending his heartbeat astray.
Xiaoyu shut the tap, took a towel, and slowly dried his hands. He didn't turn; his voice was flat: "Felt good?"
Xiaokai swallowed and nodded, then remembered his brother couldn't see, and murmured "Mm."
He hesitated then asked: "Bro… why did you… just now…" Unable to name it curiosity? Confusion? Or the hidden thrill of being "served" by his brother?
Xiaoyu finally turned wet hair plastered at his brow water sliding his cold-cut profile.
He looked at Xiaokai eyes sharp as blades.
He didn't answer directly only said, "Nothing. Just trying it." A pause; his gaze swept Xiaokai's young, solid body evaluative "It's… just like that."
The casual words doused the tiny, secret spark in Xiaokai about a special "connection."
So… just "trying"?
He felt something between letdown and relief then another feeling surged blind awe at his brother's "strength" and disregard.
His brother could coolly "test" and "assess" even this like all things were toys in his hand.
The realization deepened Xiaokai's deference and obedience.
"Oh…" he said, and let it drop.
He scrubbed his wet hair and shifted topics teen vigor resurging: "Then… staying tonight? My mom… seems asleep." He gestured Wang Li snored softly on the sofa worn out.
Xiaoyu's gaze went to the living room.
Chen Fang quietly gathered scattered clothes movements light, as if afraid to disturb.
Her profile, in dim light, looked unnaturally calm almost… docile.
His eyes lingered a few seconds then turned to the dark outside.
"Not going back," he said flat but final. "We'll sleep here." Stating fact, not asking.
Two families, four bodies entangled by lust boundaries gone.
Back or not what difference? The house suffused with their common sin had become their nest of descent.
Xiaokai took it easily excited, even. He liked the broken rules, the chaos.
He grinned: "Okay! I'll check on Mom." He padded away.
Chen Fang's hands paused at Xiaoyu's decision then resumed.
She lifted the clothes and went to the closet.
She had long ceased to question or resist his choices. Her world orbited him alone.
Night deepened; silence pooled. Chen Fang's king bed was crowded and hot.
Wang Li half dragged was drowsy muttering in her sleep.
Xiaoyu lay by the window eyes shut seemingly asleep yet chest's rise and his hard, cold profile said otherwise.
Xiaokai restless lay by Wang Li one hand on her soft waist eyes bright in the dark.
Chen Fang lay still by Xiaoyu taut as a bow.
She tried to sleep but the day's chaos had woken a bodily hunger now lapping at her reason.
By day passive vessel his outlet on her knees, cleaning filth.
Numb to use yet now, in darkness, wrapped in a young man's musk a strange itch empty and fevered spread from her belly clearer, harder to bear.
Between her legs the oft-tilled path slipped warm wetness soaking thin cotton bringing sticky, shaming want.
She dared not move barely breathed afraid to wake Xiaoyu. She bit her lip and shook in the dark.
"Sister Fang…" A sleepy still sultry voice broke the hush.
Wang Li.
Awake she had heard Chen Fang's small shakes and held breaths.
She slid from Xiaokai pressed warm curves to Chen Fang's back one arm around her waist hand smoothing her flat belly then… down.
Chen Fang stiffened eyes flung open Wang Li's bright eyes near hers knowing smile naked lure.
"Can't sleep?" Wang Li's lips brushed her ear breath sweet. "Is it… itchy… inside?" Her fingers through thin dress and panties pressed the mound feeling the hard bud's throb.
"Mm…" A short, involuntary moan her body jolted like a shock.
She tried to pull away Wang Li held her fingers circling, pressing harder.
"Don't hold back, Sister Fang," the siren's voice coaxed authority of experience "We spent the day serving those two brats… we women need ours too… Look how wet you are…" Fingers pressed the point with skill.
Pleasure like current shattered her thin wall.
She convulsed moans broke with a cry: "Ah… Wang Li… don't… ah…"
The movement roused Xiaokai, who had never slept.
Hearing their muffled moans he sat up eyes bright: "Mom? Auntie Fang? What are you doing?" Excitement and curiosity colored his voice.
Wang Li shot him a mock glare tone indulgent and urging: "Silly boy can't you see Auntie's hurting? Come… help Auntie." Her hand didn't stop escalating two fingers now rubbing fast simulating thrusts through the soaked fabric.
"Ah ! Wang Li… you… ah…" Chen Fang broke body jerking legs clenching Wang Li pried them open.
Growling, Xiaokai lunged.
He slid to her front; in thin moonlight he saw the wet patch at her hem, fragrant and female.
He flipped her dress up tore off the soaked panties her pink, muddy, gleaming petals lay bare.
"Auntie Fang… you're dripping…" he rasped then dove face between her thighs
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