Chapter 10.1 – Scene 6: Going to Xiang Yiheng’s office at Xiang’s Corporation, little brother discovers he is pr*gnant, Tempting older brother to deflower his v*rgin as*hole

Title : Stepbrother’s Jellybean

Translator : System Yaoi

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Chapter 10.1 – Scene 6: Going to Xiang Yiheng’s office at Xiang’s Corporation, little brother discovers he is pr*gnant, Tempting older brother to deflower his v*rgin an*s

Early on the weekend morning, Xiang Yiheng finished getting ready to go to the office. Before leaving, he wanted to give his little brother a good morning ki*s, but to his surprise, the bedroom door was locked.

Ruan Tang never locked the door when he slept, which piqued Xiang Yiheng’s curiosity. He pressed his ear against the door, trying to listen to what his brother was doing inside. He occasionally heard a few English sentences, confirming that his little brother was already awake, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and he walked in. Ruan Tang sat back in front of the computer, pulling up a page for an English review class, and asked why he hadn’t gone to work yet.

“I’m about to leave. I came to see you before I go,” Xiang Yiheng replied without much thought. “Even in your review, you should take breaks. The Xiang family’s business empire is big enough to support you, right?”

Ruan Tang sneered inwardly at how he used to say the complete opposite, but outwardly he obediently nodded and stood up, giving Xiang Yiheng a ki*s.

That’s exactly what Xiang Yiheng had come for, and he dropped his briefcase, wrapping his arms around his little brother’s waist, not allowing him to leave. Once he had softened the boy with his affectionate ki*ses, he freed one hand and mischievously slipped it into his little brother’s pyjama pants.

“Don’t, you’ll be late!”

“I’ll just touch it without inserting, there’s still time.”

Although he didn’t penetrate, he still played with the boy’s sensitive flower-like bud until he sq*irted. Xiang Yiheng withdrew his hand, took the tissue handed to him by Ruan Tang, wiped his hand clean, and lightly pecked the boy’s lips again.

Ruan Tang endured the tingling sensation throughout his body after cl*maxing, leaning against the man’s chest as he tidied up the tie and suit jacket that he had just messed up. He asked him, “Is it okay if I bring you lunch at noon?”

The man held his tender little hand and teased, “So, are you offering yourself to me or just the food?”

Blushing, Ruan Tang walked him out of the room and then returned to the table, opening his computer to continue the next professor’s video.

By the time the interview ended, it was already 11 o’clock in the morning. Ruan Tang changed his clothes, went downstairs, selected a few dishes that Xiang Yiheng liked, had the housekeeper pack them in a thermal container, and then asked the driver to take him to the company to find Xiang Yiheng.

When he arrived at the company, Xiang Yiheng was still dealing with documents. The secretary, dressed provocatively, led him to the door of the vice president’s office and, with a sweet voice that made one’s skin crawl, knocked on the door and informed Xiang Yiheng that the young master had arrived.

The person in the office responded with a “come in,” and Ruan Tang glanced at the secretary’s cleavage, smiling as he thanked her. He then walked into the vice president’s office, blocking her outside and locking the door.

Unaware of the commotion outside the door, Xiang Yiheng tidied up the documents and patted his thigh, gesturing for the boy to come over. Ruan Tang didn’t hold back either, straddling his legs and facing him, burying his head in his chest, secretly sniffing to see if he had the secretary’s perfume scent on him.

“What’s the matter? Afraid that I’ll cheat on you at the office?” Xiang Yiheng chuckled as he watched the boy’s actions. He noticed that Ruan Tang had stopped hiding himself in front of him lately, and all his little temperaments were exposed.

After confirming that there were no other scents on the man, Ruan Tang blushed and raised his head. Like presenting a treasure, he picked up the lunchbox from the table and showed it to Xiang Yiheng, saying, “I asked Auntie to make a few dishes that you like. How about it?”

“So, now you want to be the ‘mistress,’ and even the dishes at home have to be according to your command?” Xiang Yiheng teased the boy in his arms, opening his mouth for him to feed.

The boy first picked up a piece of potato and fed it to him. “The potatoes today are so tender and just right in taste.” After Xiang Yiheng finished eating, he fed him a piece of pork loin. “The pork loin today is average in taste, too salty for my liking.”

Xiang Yiheng chewed his food and listened to the incessant chatter from his younger brother. They felt like an old married couple who had been together for years. The wife bringing food to visit her hardworking husband, the atmosphere filled with warmth and sweetness.

The boy held the empty lunchbox that Xiang Yiheng had finished and jumped down, running to the lounge to wash and dry it before placing it back into the insulated container. He sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the man’s serious expression as he checked the documents. Half an hour later, he picked up the insulated container again, preparing to leave.

The man hugged him from behind, preventing him from leaving. His right hand skillfully slipped beneath the hem of the boy’s shirt, lifting up the fabric of his chest binder. “You’ve eaten your fill, now it’s time for some milk.”

So the boy was undressed and pressed onto the sofa, his slender legs resting on Xiang Yiheng’s strong waist. “Don’t want the driver waiting downstairs.”

Xiang Yiheng slapped his plump a*s cheeks forcefully. “Can’t you come up with a more feeble excuse? Not leaving means you’re just waiting to be f*cked by me. Your little schemes, hmph.”

The boy, feeling both embarrassed and indignant, raised his hand to cover Xiang Yiheng’s mouth, silently conveying that he understood without saying a word. Bad guy!

Xiang Yiheng extended his tongue to lick the palm of Ruan Tang’s hand, his gaze blatantly filled with desire. Amidst playful banter, the boy’s pu*sy had already secreted enough natural lubricant. Xiang Yiheng supported his already eager er*ction and slowly thrust it into the flower hole. Once his c*ck was fully inserted, both of them released a sigh of relief in unison.

The boy’s cries filled the room as Xiang Yiheng skillfully thrust in a shallow and deep rhythm. He grabbed onto Xiang Yiheng’s suit and refused to let go, complaining that it was uncomfortable for the man to touch him with his clothes on. Xiang Yiheng had no choice but to remove his jacket and shirt, taking the small hand and gently guiding it across his chest muscles to please him.

“Mmm, feels so good, Xiang Yiheng. It’s so big,” Ruan Tang moaned while gripping the man’s back. “Don’t thrust so hard there, gege ~”

Xiang Yiheng, covered in sweat from the tight grip, suddenly stood up and carried the little devil to the floor-to-ceiling window. He swiftly pulled out his c*ck and pressed Ruan Tang against the smooth glass, their front and back facing each other. He sp*nked his wa*ton a*s, causing him to arch his back, and penetrate his flower hole from behind.

“You bad boy! We can’t do it here. Mmm, we might be seen!” The boy blocked his face with his arm, unable to support his body, and was forcefully pressed against the glass by the man, causing his head to ache from the impact. “Ouch! Xiang Yiheng, it hurts! You big bad guy!”

Xiang Yiheng rubbed the boy’s bumped head and after a while, forced him to lift his head and look downstairs. “See the car? Uncle Wang is waiting for you there. Should I ask him to go back first?”

The boy shook his head, crying, not believing that Xiang Yiheng would actually do that.

“Shall I open the window for you?” Xiang Yiheng pretended to reach for the window, and the boy burst into tears.

“No, no! Brother! Please, don’t let others see!” Ruan Tang tightened his grip around the man’s thick c*ck, desperately trying to please the mischievous man, as he pleaded sorrowfully.

Seeing that he had teased the boy too much, Xiang Yiheng reached out with a smirk and wiped away his tears, trying to comfort him. “Okay, stop crying, brother was just joking. How could I bear to let others see you?”

The little sl*t, he belongs to me alone, he thought to himself.

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