?26: Chapter 26 Stirring the Waters to Catch Fish 26: Chapter 26 Stirring the Waters to Catch Fish Zhou Wenhui’s casual suggestion instantly deprived Yang Fan of an excellent opportunity to secretly admire the view.

    But he felt somewhat reluctant and, with his mind swiftly turning, a bad idea surged into his thoughts.

    Seizing the moment before Little Mother and his sister-in-law had come down, he quietly scurried out and hurried downstairs to the bathroom to unscrew the light bulb.

    After completing this, he hid behind the curtain in the bathroom, but after a moment of thought, he still felt uneasy.

    The bathroom was only so large, direct hiding was definitely not feasible, he needed to pretend to be doing something.

    Looking upward, he grabbed the partition between the bathroom and toilet, hanging himself on the wall, which could indeed resemble the act of changing a light bulb, giving him an excuse in case he was discovered.

    After thinking things through from all angles, besides the difficulty of holding onto the partition, there should be no other problems.

    Before long, deliberately subdued footsteps came from outside.

    Then the door to the bathroom was opened, someone pressed the light switch, and immediately Zhou Wenhui’s confused voice rang out, “How come the light is broken?”

    “It was fine before, must have burned out, I guess,” Ye Tong said.

    “What to do?

    Forget it, let’s not shower, okay?” Zhou Wenhui suggested.

    Ye Tong chuckled softly, “I won’t eat if you don’t shower, I’ve already washed anyway.

    Otherwise, let’s not do ‘that’.”

    “That’s not an option, I really like that feeling,” Zhou Wenhui insisted.

    “I’ll go up and get a flashlight,” Ye Tong offered.

    “Never mind, we’ll shower in the dark, it might be more interesting when we can’t see,” Zhou Wenhui proposed, “Going back and forth, we might wake up Fanzi, which wouldn’t be good for handling our business.

    Let’s just do it this way.”

    Yang Fan, lying on top, listened to their conversation and suddenly felt an urge to die.

    His brain was truly short-circuiting from the stimulation today.

    How could he have forgotten that once he took the light bulb out, he wouldn’t be able to see either?

    As sounds of rustling and clothes being stripped off drifted up, Yang Fan was somewhat conflicted.

    He thought about jumping down to stop them, yet he was somewhat reluctant to do so.

    This slight hesitation already saw Zhou Wenhui and Ye Tong efficiently strip their clothes, then groping around, they turned on the faucet, and the sound of gushing water began to fill the room.

    In his mind, Yang Fan imagined the scene of them naked and pressed close together, and a sudden, overwhelming impulse took hold of him.

    He wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

    In the pitch darkness, even if he snuck in, as long as he was careful, he probably wouldn’t be noticed.

    Fortune favors the bold, and the timid starve.

    Yang Fan’s blood heated up, leaving his reason almost completely submerged.

    Yet he didn’t rush to act, instead waiting for Little Mother and his sister-in-law to get into the swing of things before joining them.

    Amongst the sounds of rushing water, a repressed moan quietly emerged.

    “Xiao Tong, help me wash there, yes... ah... that’s great...”

    “Little Mother, maybe you should use cucumbers and eggplants less often, you seem to be getting looser,”

    “Not at all, it’s just your fingers are too thin, use two.”

    “I just worry that when you meet a guy you like, he might not be able to feel your tightness.”

    “Cut it out, don’t distract me... ah, are you taking revenge on me?

    Three fingers won’t work... ah.”

    “I’m just trying it out, look, it works too.”

    “But it hurts, it feels split, hurry, hurry, hurry, take them out.”

    ...

    Yang Fan, like Spiderman, clung to the wall, his blood rushing to his forehead like a crazy tide.

    Although he couldn’t see, the image in his mind grew clearer and clearer.

    But now, with Little Mother and sister-in-law obviously squeezed together, it was difficult for him to take action.

    After a long bout of playful commotion, they seemed to finally get to the main event when he heard Ye Tong tell Zhou Wenhu to get into position, Yang Fan quietly slid down from the wall.

    The partition wasn’t very high, just a little over two meters, and Yang Fan could barely reach the top without the help of anything.

    Landing softly, he groped in front of him in the direction of the showerhead he remembered, cautiously moving closer.

    Although he boldly did so, he was truly nervous, his heart lodged in his throat.

    Suddenly, his fingers touched something soft.

    He didn’t dare to fumble around and quickly shifted to the side.

    Neither sister-in-law nor Little Mother said anything—they seemed not to have noticed.

    However, having only brushed against it lightly, he couldn’t tell which part or who it was.

    Gathering his courage, he quietly reached out his hand again.

    A damp softness, like a back.

    And given its proximity to the wall, it was probably Little Mother.

    Just then, the fully drawn curtain suddenly lifted at a corner, likely due to an improperly closed window swayed by the breeze.

    This development sent Yang Fan’s heart into his mouth, frightening him into pressing tightly against the wall, daring not to make a move.

    But neither Little Mother nor sister-in-law seemed to react at all; they appeared too engrossed in their play.

    However, the faint light that had entered from the hallway allowed Yang Fan to vaguely make out their positions.

    Just like what he had seen in the attic before, Little Mother with her hands on the wall, buttocks in the air, while sister-in-law crouched behind working vigorously with a cucumber.

    Yet, whether it was actually a cucumber today, he didn’t see clearly.

    Assured they hadn’t noticed, Yang Fan moved half a step to the right according to the positions he had just remembered, and then slowly stretched his hand upward, immediately grasping a large, full buttock.

    His judgment was incredibly precise, grabbing a full handful at once.

    “Ah ah... Xiao Tong, harder, it feels so good, I want more...”

    Little Mother’s voice began to rise passionately, her body burning hot, clearly reaching a certain state.

    “I’m working this fake thing so hard it’s about to smoke, and you still think it’s not fast enough?

    We really should find a man to take care of you properly, you’d be satisfied, saving me an aching arm,” Ye Tong joked in the darkness.

    Yang Fan quickly let go and stood quietly to the side.

    Little Mother’s pair were softer than sister-in-law’s, just not as resilient as a younger girl’s.

    But larger.

    Even though he only touched them briefly, the stimulation amplified manyfold for Yang Fan.

    “You keep playing by yourself for a while.

    I suddenly need to pee,” Ye Tong suddenly said.

    A series of soft footsteps followed, and Yang Fan distinctly felt Ye Tong groping past him.

    She appeared to be looking for the floor drain.

    Yang’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly circled around to the front.

    However, he accidentally bumped into Zhou Wenhu, with his palm landing on an incredibly moist spot.

    There, an unyielding object hung with a couple of phony attachments.

    With a slight touch of his fingers, he recognized exactly where it was.

    Yang Fan’s already anxious heart began pounding like a drum.

    A sudden impulse surged through him...

    And that thought lingered only momentarily before he decided to go through with it.