Xiang Anping was quite confident about this. He harbored a secret, kept hidden deep within his heart.
This secret he had never told anyone was that he believed he was not an ordinary person, and that his parents, whom the old servant had disposed of, were not his biological parents.
His memories from before he was a few years old were hazy, but not entirely without trace. It seemed he had effortlessly climbed the social ladder through the ups and downs of several families, gradually entering upper-class households.
Whenever he felt a strong desire or envy for something, opportunity would present itself… This was Xiang Anping's "secret"—he felt he was the chosen one.
Therefore, all the good things in the world should belong to him!
So when he discovered that there were people in the world with better backgrounds than him, mothers like the Queen of Shanghai, and the beautiful sisters of the Luo family who were devoted to him, he felt an extraordinary covetousness, jealousy, and resentment.
That guy had blatantly humiliated him at their first meeting, fueling his pent-up anger. He wanted to take everything that the other person possessed!
These things should have been his!
Although, in reality, Xiang Anping had been particularly hostile towards Li Dong from the first moment he saw him, it wasn't for any other reason than… He even shared the same facial features as a woman, because the "Seven Deadly Sins" were naturally opposed to the pure yang body, or rather, the "innocent child."
Xiang Anping was unaware of his strange secret, but if Zhao Zhiran were to investigate his past, she would probably blurt out one word:
"Sloth."
…
Relying on this secret, and the lazy arrogance of believing that all the beautiful things in the world should belong to him, Xiang Anping wasn't truly panicked or frightened, even when facing the terrifying and unpredictable old servant, or the Queen of Shanghai whose status was vastly different from his own.
Even without relying on the old servant's seemingly deceptive "transfer of affection," he actually had the courage to attack the Queen of Shanghai.
Xiang Anping approached Jiang Yingji, reaching out to support her waist. Her slender waist was both plump and smooth like a young girl's, though slightly wider than a young girl's, it accentuated her large, full, peach-shaped buttocks and soft, abundant breasts. The lines were even more exquisite and graceful, breathtaking, and the smooth, creamy skin was simply irresistible, captivating Xiang Anping.
The curves, possessing both the allure of a young woman and the mature charm of a woman, made Xiang Anping's mouth water. His thieving hand traveled from her plump waist down to her round, bare buttocks, his large hand carefully caressing every inch of her smooth skin, experiencing the dramatic change in curve from her hourglass waist to her full hips.
The proportions were so disparate, yet so pleasing to the eye; her buttocks, except for the thin line between her thighs, were almost completely naked, like a plump peach, smooth and delicate, firm yet not muscular, but rather incomparably soft and full.
Like a ripe peach petal with a delicate, almost translucent skin, brimming with juicy flesh, yet impossible to break by pinching, it instead clings to fingers and palms with a soft, supple texture—the feel is simply exquisite.
"Aunt Yingji's buttocks are so big, so soft and comfortable, ah… I want to keep touching them,"
"Mmm~ Ah~"
Feeling Xiang Anping's hands ravaging her buttocks, Jiang Yingji couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her hand, which had initially tried to push him away, seemed to fall limply, allowing him to caress and rub her at will.
That hand seemed to possess an unusual heat, almost like a pure yang body. Coupled with the fact that they were outside, and wearing such a "swimsuit," even the Queen of Shanghai was experiencing a strange sense of shyness for the first time.
Her alluring body seemed to become even more sensitive; wherever the palm touched, it trembled slightly, her smooth skin seeming to tremble with a delicate fright.
Xiang Anping gently parted the thin rope between her thighs, then slipped his hand into the deep cleft of her buttocks, where it was enveloped by soft, snow-white flesh. His longest finger, the middle finger, reached into a small, slightly damp fold at the center of her buttocks.
There, slightly concave, the lines shallow and regular, even more supple than the surrounding skin, contained a tiny opening, so tight it seemed even a finger couldn't fit inside.
That was the Queen of Shanghai's chrysanthemum—
Finally, he had touched the Queen of Shanghai's chrysanthemum from the outside. Xiang Anping was even more excited. He pressed his fingertip against the small, tender fold, gently kneading it, circling along the radiating lines, slowly pushing towards the center.
"Anping, no… um…"
Jiang Yingji slightly raised her snow-white neck, narrowed her eyes, and her whole body involuntarily tensed slightly. Her anus had always been very sensitive, especially since she was unaware that during her early, still very immature years, her buttocks had been spread open countless times by a certain old monster, his tongue repeatedly probing, licking, swirling, hooking, and kissing her—playing with her in every possible way.
Countless times, in her sleep, she would furrow her brow and pant softly, her cheeks flushed, only to be forcibly kissed by the old monster, his snow-white chin held high…
Although she hadn't yet been taken from him like a virgin, the changes brought about by the days and nights of her growth hadn't been without their marks.
However, Jiang Yingji might not have been fully aware of how sensitive this area was. Since the old monster could no longer touch her, her husband, Li Zhiyu, being a righteous man, would never make a request to touch her anus, and no one else had the right.
However, Xiang Anping noticed this: every time he touched her intentionally or unintentionally, the "Queen of Shanghai" reacted very strongly, her sensitivity seemingly no less than that of her vagina.
"Mmm...ha~ Don't touch...mmm, dirty..."
Xiang Anping withdrew his finger from behind her buttocks, noticing a trace of glistening fluid on his middle finger. Without hesitation, he put his finger in his mouth and even sucked on it forcefully.
With a hint of intoxication, she said, "It's really not dirty, it tastes so good, it's almost like spring water mixed with honey."
Xiang Anping wasn't deliberately flattering or lying. The Shanghai Queen's chrysanthemum was clean, beautiful, neat, and alluring. A bead of sweat seeped from her buttocks, gathering in the small indentation of her chrysanthemum, combined with a trickle of honey from before, creating an enticingly fresh and invigorating aroma, blended with the fragrance of her skin and the orchid- and musky scent of the honey. The sweat, like fresh spring water, with a slightly salty taste, further accentuated the fragrance of the honey and her skin.
"Ah... don't say that, it's too embarrassing..." Jiang Yingji's watery eyes involuntarily moved away from the fingers Xiang Anping held out to her, her cheeks flushed, and she breathed softly.
"But godmother, don't you like it?" Xiang Anping smiled wickedly, deliberately sucking on her fingers a few times, making a "pop" sound.
"I..."
Xiang Anping deliberately changed his form of address, and Jiang Yingji's body trembled, a strange blush rising within her.
Xiang Anping smiled, "Godmother, let me apply sunscreen for you."
He let Jiang Yingji lie down on a soft, smooth mat, her large breasts pressing against it. Her snow-white flesh overflowed from between her ribs, full and overflowing, filling her armpits and ribcage. From behind, it looked as if two soft mounds of dough, far larger than her chest, were pressed beneath her slender back, smooth and supple, like milky cream, making one's mouth water.