Chapter 3: My Wife's Younger Sister

This was his mother-in-law, Shen Rulan, vice chair of the Yunzhou City Women's Federation.

Yet from any angle, she didn't look like a government official. She looked more like a refined, expensive woman who had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.

No, even that wasn't precise enough for her.

She was the kind of woman who had truly lived, her brows and eyes carrying the gentleness of someone who had seen every pleasure in the world, while the fullness of her chest and the lush curve of her hips and ass gave her a casual, deadly allure in every gesture.

Chu Fan stood at the foot of the steps, his lips parting slightly, but in the end he still couldn't bring himself to say "Mom."

Shen Rulan smiled with closed lips and walked toward him gently. The fragrance unique to a mature woman drifted over on the night breeze, not overpowering but enough to make the heart flutter, making one want to inhale a little more.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come in."

She spoke softly, then turned and headed toward the entryway.

Her steps were unhurried, but they carried a teasing grace.

Beneath the silk dress, her ample hips swayed softly with each step, the flesh of her ass bulging so full it seemed ready to split the hem at any moment. The curves below her waist slipped in and out of the light and shadow, tightening Chu Fan's throat.

Just as Chu Fan was about to step forward, a light voice suddenly came from inside the villa:

"Mom - is sis back?"

As the words fell, a pretty young woman's figure sprang lightly down from the stairs. She moved so quick and light that the moment her feet touched the floor, the black T-shirt flew up, exposing two long, fair legs in the light, even the soft skin on the inner thighs flashing by.

The short T-shirt came only to the roots of her thighs, clinging tightly to that round, full ass. The fabric squeezed her entire backside into the plump, juicy shape of a peach, and even the tender cleft between her butt cheeks was clearly visible.

Her steps were brisk, the fabric hugging her ass and carving out one tempting curve after another. With every bounce, the flesh seemed to tremble, enough to make anyone's blood boil.

Her legs were straight and long, her skin delicate and smooth, with the springy softness unique to a young woman amid a well-proportioned body.

As her knees bent and straightened lightly, the upper thighs pressed into a fresh line of flesh. The short T-shirt caught right at her most sensitive place, and the high swell beneath it was clearly outlined, tempting and bold.

Was she... not wearing panties?

Chu Fan subconsciously wanted to turn away, but his eyes stayed locked on her, unable to move.

The young woman looked back at him, lightly puckering her lips as she spoke with a teasing tone: "Well, hello there, handsome. Where'd you come from?"

As she spoke, she strode toward him and casually tugged at the hem of her short T-shirt, but the fabric only rode higher and higher. The pair of youthful, full breasts beneath it were pulled tight, the cloth clearly tracing the line of her cleavage and the tips of her nipples. With every step, they gave a faint sway, round and perky, leaving the imagination running wild.

Walking, she shot Chu Fan a series of playful winks, her smile full of a soul-stirring seduction. "Don't tell me... you came especially to see me?"

"Song Zhiyu, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Shen Rulan frowned slightly. Her tone was gentle, but the displeasure underneath was obvious: "You don't have any manners at all, and you're not even wearing your clothes properly."

"Got it, Mom~!"

Song Zhiyu stuck out her tongue, looking utterly unconcerned.

She turned and walked to the sofa, then let her body tilt and dropped straight down into the middle.

As soon as she sat, the black short T-shirt slid a little higher along her slim waist, revealing a stretch of soft, smooth skin at the small of her back.

Her round, full butt sank into the soft sofa at once. The fabric clung tightly to her flesh, drawing every curve in sharp detail.

Song Zhiyu casually lifted one leg over the other, crossing her long legs, her knee cocked high and her thigh roots taut and firm.

The hem of the short T-shirt pressed close to her sensitive lower body. As she swayed lightly, the inverted-triangle mound beneath it was outlined all the way through, even the two tender folds of flesh faintly showing through.

The platform shoes on her feet swayed gently, her slender ankles straight and elegant, her whole leg dangling in Chu Fan's field of vision, appearing and disappearing as if deliberately teasing his nerves.

Chu Fan wanted to look away, but it was as if a hook had caught him; his gaze simply wouldn't move.

Song Zhiyu tilted her head to look at him, the corners of her lips lifting as she pouted with a sultry air, and said:

"Brother-in-law~ stop just standing there and staring. Come sit over here. What, are you waiting for me to invite you?"

Chu Fan's throat tightened. Just as he was about to answer, a crisp set of footsteps came from behind him.

"Song Zhiyu, what are you causing a scene about again?"

Her tone was cool, carrying a trace of obvious displeasure.

He turned around and saw his cool, striking wife - Song Zhiyao.

She came in from the car trunk, dragging a suitcase behind her.

Her gaze fell on her sister, who was sitting with one leg crossed and one foot swaying on the sofa. She frowned faintly. "Song Zhiyu, the way you're sitting, does that look proper?"

"Fineee -"

Song Zhiyu pouted, drawing the word out long as if deliberately dragging her feet, and in the end obediently pulled her legs back in.

"All right, stop fooling around."

Shen Rulan cut the girls off and turned to Chu Fan with a gentle smile. "Xiaofan, sit down and have some water. Dinner will be ready in a minute!"

As she spoke, she walked to the coffee table and bent slightly to pick up a water glass. The silk dress clung to her full, round hips, laying the plump lines bare for all to see.

With the motion, the whole skirt tightened into shape, and those pale, firm hips quivered softly in Chu Fan's eyes, so plush and full they seemed ready to burst out of the fabric.

Chu Fan's throat went dry. He took the glass and quietly said, "Thanks." Just as he took a sip, a stern male voice suddenly rang out from upstairs:

"Chu Fan, come up here for a minute."

The voice was light, but the command in it was not up for debate.

"Okay!"

Chu Fan froze, then hurriedly answered, the glass still in his hand.

"Tch, that old fossil is at it again."

Beside her, Song Zhiyu muttered under her breath, her tone both contemptuous and gleeful, though her eyes were smiling.

Swinging one foot, she grinned at Chu Fan. "Brother-in-law, you're in for it - that old relic probably wants to lecture you again about not making progress, not being good enough, and all that."

Chu Fan's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

In his heart, though, he let out a silent sigh.