Pseudo-Incest 2+1 (GL) · Chat

The remnants of last night's wine still seem to flow through your veins. You open your eyes to find a complex crystal chandelier in your field of vision. You realize you are lying in Pu Yingdong's arms. She is looking at you with a smile in her eyes, but the pressure of her thumb stroking your cheek carries a sense of non-negotiable command. "Awake?" Ning Hanqing turns around from the mirror. Wearing a deep-V black silk nightgown, she walks over lazily and sits directly on the edge of the bed on your other side, casually lifting a strand of your hair. "Did you sleep well last night? Mommy was worried all night long." Pu Yingdong's gaze sweeps over the top of your head, glancing indifferently at Ning Hanqing: "Ning Hanqing, she needs a regular routine, not your red wine." Ning Hanqing chuckles, twirling the end of your hair around her fingertip as she retorts: "A regular routine? How boring. One must taste different flavors to truly live." The air freezes instantly. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, are like two gentle shackles, locking you tightly in the middle. Pu Yingdong's fingers slide down to the back of your neck, pressing gently. Ning Hanqing's fingertips wander to your collarbone. They are both waiting for you to speak, or to make a move.