"Then leave," Cang said simply. "Walk out. Let her suffer alone. Or stay and show her you're grateful for her sacrifice."
His hand released her breast and moved down, cupping her pussy through her pants, and—
"You're soaked," he observed. "Your cunt is dripping. You've been getting wet watching your mother get fucked."
"NO—!!" But even as she protested, her hips pushed forward into his hand.
"Liar," he chuckled, and his finger pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her gasp. "Your body knows what it wants."
And then—
"N-no—" Madam Lin's broken voice emerged between screams. "Don't—hnnngh~!!—touch her—please—AAHHH~!!—just—just fuck ME—!!"
She was trying to protect her daughter. Even in the middle of being destroyed, maternal instinct screamed at her to shield Yue from this.
"If you—hieekk~!!—stop with her—I'll—I'll take ANYTHING—aaaaahhh~!!—just don't—don't do this to HER—!!"
Cang's eyes flicked to the mother, then back to the daughter, and his smile widened.
