Xie Jing wasn't alone on the big bed. In fact, two beautiful twin sisters were with him, both of them completely naked and their bodies shining with massage oil.
The two girls looked incredible, their skin so pale and clear that it seemed to glow under the lamplight. They had perfect bodies with full curves that made Xie Lan's heart ache. And they were giving Xie Jing a full-body massage.
One of the twins was sitting right on top of Xie Jing's thighs, while the other was kneeling with her knees on either side of his face.
The one sitting on his face was massaging his belly with her hands, but she had a deeply uncomfortable look on her face. That was because both of Xie Jing's hands were on her ass, and his fingers were sneaky, exploring the space between her legs from behind.
The other twin, sitting on his thighs, was massaging his long and hard dick with her soft hands.
"Ah, faster," Xie Jing grunted, his voice muffled by the woman on his face. The way he was enjoying the twins' bodies made Xie Lan see red.
Anger, hot and powerful, bubbled up inside Xie Lan. For years, those two girls, Qiuyu and Dongyu, had been his maids. He had lived with them, talked to them, and had seen them every single day.
But he had never, not even once, seen them completely naked. He was too shy, too weak, and too unsure of himself. He treated them like they were precious things, not something to be gawked at. And now, here was Xie Jing, his own cousin, taking from him the very things he felt too unworthy to touch.
Seeing this jerk enjoy his night with the two beautiful twins made Xie Lan furious. What had Xie Jing done with them after stealing them away? The question made him feel sick.
Xie Lan just stood there, watching. He couldn't stop this crazy scene from playing out right in front of him. It was like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.
The twin who was on his thighs suddenly bent over and started licking his long dick with her small, pink tongue. Her movements were way too skilled for an innocent girl. She knew just what she was doing.
"Ahhh... good girl, Qiuyu," Xie Jing moaned. Now Xie Lan knew which one was which. He saw Qiuyu's blue hair and remembered it from all the years she served him.
Qiuyu was not just licking his dick; she was wrapping her warm tongue around it, her head bobbing up and down in a practiced rhythm. The sight was something else.
"Aaah!" Xie Jing moaned louder, the vibrations of his voice making the other girl twitch. She must be Dongyu then.
Meanwhile, Qiuyu continued what she was doing without complaining. She was sucking his dick like her life depended on it, her eyes looking straight at Xie Jing's face for approval. This was not the shy girl Xie Lan remembered from his own room.
Xie Lan didn't know what to do. He was so angry, but he knew that doing anything risky with Grand Elder Xie Li just a few rooms away was a death wish. A single wrong move, a sound too loud, and he would be sliced into a thousand pieces before he could even blink.
"I... can't do anything now," he whispered to himself, his hands clenching into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms.
Yet, despite his fury and fear, his body had a mind of its own. He felt a hard pressure in his pants. The sight of the two girls, naked and writhing, was affecting him in a way that made him hate himself. This was his private shame, his own body betraying his righteous anger.
The sight before him was a sickening mix of betrayal and a twisted, forbidden beauty. Qiuyu, with her body bent over like that, had a beautiful curve to her back, and the way she was rocking back and forth was completely mesmerizing. It was as if the sight was designed by nature itself to hold a man's gaze, to pull him into the scene, no matter how wrong it was.
And Dongyu, with her face scrunched up in a way that was almost a pained expression of pleasure as Xie Jing's tongue lapped at her dripping pussy, looked even more beautiful than Xie Lan remembered.
Her small moans, half-muffled by her own hand, were the only sounds in the room besides Xie Jing's greedy grunts.
It was all so confusing, his anger and his own body's desires fighting a war inside him. The girls looked so… willing. The pleasure they were showing seemed so real.
He tried to fight it. He told himself that they were just acting, that they were trained to do this, and that they had no choice. But his body, a traitorous lump of hormones and instincts, was winning the battle for his attention. His pants were getting way too tight, and every part of him wanted to be in Xie Jing's place.
"I need to get a grip," Xie Lan thought, taking a slow, deep breath to calm himself. "The time for this will come. For now, I will endure, and I will gather more anger and power. I will take back everything that Xie Jing has stolen from me. I will free them from him."
With a new, much colder purpose in his heart, he took a few more seconds to just observe the scene, burning the memory into his brain.
Then, as the pill's effect was about to wear off, Xie Lan made one final choice. He could leave without any action or take a little piece of the evening with him.
A risky thought occurred to him, and it made his blood rush. He quietly stalked towards Qiuyu, whose back was to him. His breath hitched, and his heart hammered against his ribs. He leaned in, his nose almost touching her skin. Her scent—a mix of sweat, massage oil, and a distinct feminine aroma—filled his lungs. It made him heady. He didn't want to think too hard about what he was about to do; he just wanted to feel, just this once.
So he leaned in even closer and flicked his tongue against her wet slit.
Qiuyu's entire body went rigid, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips, though she tried to suppress it. She froze for a second, her head twisting around, eyes wide with confusion and shock. But there was nothing there. Just the dim light and the shadows of the room.
"It's nothing... maybe I'm just imagining things," she thought to herself before turning back to her "task."
Xie Lan had backed away instantly when he felt her tense up, the shock on her face making him hold his breath. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," he thought to himself as his heart hammered. "That was way too close."
For a moment, he thought she might have realized someone was there, that his tongue had given him away.
"I... need to go. Right now," Xie Lan muttered to himself. His mind scrambled. The pill's effect would wear off in mere minutes, and being stuck here was the last thing he wanted.
With one last, painful look at the two girls servicing the man he hated most, he turned and slipped out of the room as silently as a ghost. His anger was a cold fire burning inside him as he made his escape.
"Damn it. That bastard might even fuck them tonight," he thought, the sick feeling in his stomach coming back with a vengeance. "No, no. Don't think like that," he scolded himself. "He's just a spoiled brat. He'll cum from a blowjob and go to sleep." He tried to convince himself of that, but the image of him on top of them wouldn't leave his head.