Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 5

Li Mohan’s eyes blew wide like balloons, disbelief flashing in them as if she were witnessing the most astonishing thing in the world.

In her head a voice was screaming, Go—go now!

But her feet wouldn’t listen, rooted to the floor as if grown in place.

She watched the man’s fingers clamp tight around his c0ck, squeezing and pumping fast.

Under that sleeve of fabric, his c0ck swelled visibly thicker.

Han Yezhen panted rough. Those hands that could so easily take a life put all their strength into his swollen length, moving faster and faster, his hand so quick it left afterimages.

With a muffled grunt, his chin tipped up, thin lips parting, thighs going taut—he shot a lot, all of it spilling onto her panties.

His breathing stayed heavy as he cut a glance toward the crack of the door.

No one was there anymore.

Han Yezhen lowered his eyes. Darkness surged in his gaze. The shaft that had softened between his hips rose high again. The corner of his mouth curled with wry amusement. “Xiao Mohan, do you miss it?”

He folded the panties and wiped the mess from his c0ck, then casually tapped open the surveillance feed for Li Mohan’s room.

By the time she got back to her room, Li Mohan’s mind was a muddle.

Han Yezhen had actually used her panties to jerk off?

She knew the man had no shortage of women.

The Han family had been trying to go legit. Most of their money was flowing back inland; they had all kinds of investments—real estate, jewelry, high tech, even entertainment—and next they seemed poised to partner with the government on some project.

Whenever people saw Han Yezhen, their eyes lit up. He was a walking god of wealth.

They tried every trick to curry favor, including sending women.

No matter what he was to others, to Li Mohan he was her bl00d uncle.

Her mother’s half brother by their father.

And he’d taken his own niece as a sexual fantasy.

Realizing that, a thunderclap split through her head, leaving her unable to calm down.

If that night had been an accident, then what he’d done now was deliberate.

Was it some memory left over from being drunk that night?

Otherwise, how could he…

Impossible. That night had been pitch-black, darker than the night outside.

She couldn’t make sense of it.

She realized her nightdress was soaked with cold sweat, clammy against her skin, miserable to wear.

She threw the lock on her door, stripped off the damp nightdress, pulled on a T-shirt, and crawled back under the covers.

Which only made it harder to sleep. Every time her eyes closed, all she could see were the man’s sexy V-lines, those powerful thighs, that massive c0ck, and… that sharp gaze washed with a faint, indecent heat.

When the alarm went off, Li Mohan forced her eyes open, checked her phone: she’d slept three hours, no more.

She got up early for school—perfect for avoiding the other members of the Han household.

At the school gates, her phone rang. An unknown number with no contact name.

Strange to get a call so early. She answered, and a restrained male voice came through: “On your way to school?”

Just those few words made her jump. She pulled the phone back to check the screen, then eased it to her ear again. “Little Uncle?” she asked, uncertain.

She hadn’t expected him to be up so early—or to have her number.

“Mm.”

“How do you have my number?”

A beat of silence, then his voice vibrated her eardrum through the line: “I’ve always had your number.”

Something about that sounded inexplicably intimate.

The image of him jerking off surfaced again, and terrified she’d betray herself, she hurried to ask, “Do you need something, Little Uncle?”

“Have you eaten breakfast?”

She blinked, then answered honestly, “Yeah. I grabbed something on the way.”

He paused. “Alright. Go to class.”

After hanging up, Li Mohan found her palm damp with sweat. She had no idea how to face him.

But from his tone—so casual, as if nothing had happened—he seemed entirely unaware. How did he do that?

For a moment she even wondered if she’d imagined what she saw last night.

At the gate, Wenhua waved her over, and the two girls headed somewhere quieter to talk.

The first thing Wenhua asked, concerned: “Where did you sleep last night?”

“At the Han house.”

“You—you went back?” Wenhua was shocked, then worried. “You didn’t run into your uncle-in-law, did you?”

Li Mohan lowered her gaze, eyes dimming. “No. They were asleep when I got back. When I left, they hadn’t woken yet.”

Wenhua let out a breath and looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry. My sister-in-law went into labor, and my mom asked my brother and his wife to come home, so…”

Li Mohan hadn’t slept well. Her nerves were tight, her mind scattered. She didn’t notice the evasiveness in Wenhua’s eyes as she spoke.

“I understand. It’s fine.”

“So what now?” Wenhua frowned. “Are you really going to keep staying at the Han place? Aren’t you afraid your uncle-in-law will try that on you again?”

The memory rushed back; Li Mohan’s body trembled, a flicker of fear sharp in her eyes.

Her mother’s half sister—Han Yezhen’s full sister—had a husband who’d married into the family.

One night, her uncle-in-law had slipped into her room and almost molested her.

That was why she didn’t dare live at the Han house anymore—why she wanted to work, save money, and move out as soon as possible.