Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 4

Shen Du sat in the suite’s living room. Watching the starlet run out in tears, he hesitated, then rose to knock on Han Yezhen’s door.

Han Yezhen had already showered and changed into clean clothes. His fingertips tapped lightly on the tablet, his expression back to its usual cool indifference.

Shen Du stepped in softly and asked, careful, testing the waters: “Brother Zhen, was the starlet just now not to your taste? Want me to find someone else?”

Han Yezhen didn’t even lift his eyelids. He didn’t answer the question. Instead he asked, “The room surveillance—can we pull it up?”

Shen Du froze, then understood at once what he meant. “Yes.”

He moved to Han Yezhen’s side and showed him how to bring up the feed.

On the tablet screen, Li Mohan lay on the bed, already asleep.

Her quilt was askew. Even in the bluish surveillance tint, that pale, shapely leg was striking.

Han Yezhen glanced at it, then remembered Shen Du was still next door. He shut off the screen immediately, stood up, and said to Shen Du, “Back to the Han house.”

When they got back, the place was quiet.

Han Yezhen went to his room, half-reclined on the bed, took up the tablet, and brought up the surveillance again.

He watched Li Mohan toss and turn, unable to settle. As she twisted, her nightdress rode higher and higher until the little panties under it were completely exposed.

Just that view made him go hard.

That starlet had been very pure, with a good figure, and she’d been obedient—letting him do whatever he wanted.

But he still wasn’t satisfied. Something was missing. The wicked heat in his bl00d kept roving wild; no matter how hard he fucked, how rough he got, he couldn’t come.

Her waist wasn’t quite fine enough, her ass not soft and perky enough, her pvssy not tight enough, not wet enough—she wasn’t that girl, she wasn’t like that girl…

He decided it might be the face.

So he flipped her over, dragged her to the edge of the bed, pressed her down, and made her kneel there, ass up for him.

He stood behind her and grabbed his c0ck, then shoved in hard.

The starlet cried out loudly and had the gall to look back.

His brows drew tight. He growled a command: “Don’t look back!”

His big hand pressed the nape of her neck, burying her face in the pillow.

But even then, she still wasn’t her.

By then the girl was sobbing for mercy, mewling like a little kitten in needy pain, begging him to be gentle, to slow down, then quivering as she called him Little Uncle, again and again.

Han Yezhen’s hand clamped harder on the starlet’s waist. Through clenched teeth he ordered, “Say it. Call me Little Uncle.”

The starlet blanked for a second before realizing Mr. Han had a taste for taboo.

“Little Uncle…”

She tried to make it as soft and sultry as she could, and in return he fucked her even more savagely.

He thrust heavy and fast, pounding the life out of her. She lost control and her voice split. “Ah… Little Uncle…”

Suddenly he thought her voice was unbearable. He yanked the pillow free and pressed it over the back of her head, sealing it down tight until every moan was smothered into the stuffing.

He snarled, vicious: “Shut up! Get out!”

The starlet, nearly suffocated, fled in tears.

By now Han Yezhen’s c0ck ached with how hard it was. Long, bony fingers wrapped his thick length and stroked up and down; heated, shallow breaths slipped from his nose.

On the screen, Li Mohan rolled to sit up, climbed out of bed, opened her door, and went out.

His pupils narrowed a fraction. The corner of his mouth tugged, faint and obscure.

Lying in bed, Li Mohan couldn’t sleep at all.

She hadn’t stayed there for almost half a month. A fine film of dust lay over the furniture.

It was only for one night, she told herself, so she didn’t bother to clean. After her shower, she went straight to bed.

But the more she tried to force herself to sleep, the less she could.

One moment she worried whether she’d locked her door; the next, she thought someone was passing in the hall outside.

In the dark, when she closed her eyes, she saw her uncle pressing down on her, and then a minute later it became Han Yezhen.

An hour later, she still wasn’t the slightest bit sleepy. She was exhausted to the point her eyes stung with tears—

—but her nerves were on high alert.

In that alertness, she realized she’d made a mistake.

During her shower, she’d left her panties in the bathroom and forgotten to bring them back!

She scrambled out of bed and went to look for them. After searching around and still not finding them, cold sweat broke out all at once.

A dozen possibilities flashed through her mind, each one making her more uneasy.

She couldn’t ask anyone in the Han house about it.

Helpless, she turned to go back to her room.

Coming out of the bathroom, she saw a door up ahead sitting ajar, a faint light bleeding through the crack.

She thought for a second and recognized it as Han Yezhen’s room.

Drawn as if by a ghost, she drifted closer. Strange sounds came from the gap—low, strained breaths with a suppressed edge of pain.

She tilted her head to peek, and the sight inside shocked her so badly she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop a scream.

Han Yezhen sat back against the bed. He wore a dark-blue pajama top. Below the waist he was bare, long, solid thighs on full display.

A thick, purplish c0ck jutted high between them, taut with bl00d, twitching with excitement.

He bit his lip; the eyes that were usually cold and remote had gone hazy. On that sharply cut face, fine shifts of expression she’d never seen.

He had a white cotton pair of panties wrapped around his shaft, stroking up and down.

They were the panties she couldn’t find.