CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: FETISH FOR MATURE WOMEN!

At just eighteen, my younger sister had inherited our mother’s striking genes, standing close to 170 centimeters, nearly her height. Her long hair was pulled into a youthful ponytail, bright black eyes that gleamed with innocent charm. Naturally curled lashes, a pert little nose, and fair cheeks. Her lips curved into a playful smile, making her look irresistibly endearing.

Tall yet slender, her figure carried a grace, while her chest—moved with a subtle, youthful bounce. A slim waist, shapely hips, and long legs, revealed beneath a knee-length princess dress, only added to her allure.

Ye Rou’s beauty was already blossoming into something remarkable. Though still eighteen, she carried a charm that hinted she would grow into a true stunner. Watching her, Su Chen couldn’t help but admire her—before his thoughts drifted to his elder sister, Ye Qing, whose mature beauty outshone even this.

The beauty of both his sister and younger sister made Su Chen marvel at their mother’s genes. However, a strange feeling stirred within him, wondering which lucky bastard would eventually claim them. The thought made him feel uneasy, the discomfort and confusion overwhelming. But now that he had the Holy Lotus, that...

Noticing her brother staring at her with an odd expression, Ye Rou felt a blush rise. She shot him a playful glare. "Stop staring! Why are you looking at me like that?"

At school, many boys had given her similar intense gazes. As a girl, she understood what those looks meant, though it still made her blush instinctively. Still, she didn’t mind her brother looking at her body. She simply couldn’t believe he harbored any improper thoughts toward her; she knew he was merely admiring her.

Startled awake by his younger sister’s playful scolding, Su Chen felt torn between laughter and tears, bewildered by his own thoughts. My sisters will eventually marry and become other men’s women. How could I possibly keep them at home to be mine?

Yet, the moment this thought flashed through his mind, his heart skipped a beat. The discomfort vanished, replaced by a surge of excitement at the idea of them becoming his.

But the reality of his own thoughts struck him like a hammer. Even tho they’re not my own flesh and blood, we are no different. How could I even entertain the thought of making them mine?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the notion, but the seed had been planted, refusing to fade from his mind.

When he looked at his younger sister again, his gaze now carried a raw, burning desire—a possessive hunger.

Perhaps Su Chen didn’t even notice the change in his gaze, but the intense longing and possessive fire within him made his body burn at the sight of his younger sister’s form.

The intense greed in his eyes made Ye Rou’s heart skip a beat. A wave of flustered panic washed over her, her cheeks flushing crimson. She shot her brother a reproachful glare and blurted out, "Naughty! Perverted Brother! What... what’s that look in your eyes? It’s terrifying!"

With a startled cry, she yanked open the door and fled.

*BANG!

Yet Su Chen, consumed by a horrifyingly thought, felt no regret as his younger sister’s figure disappeared. Instead, his arousal intensified.

"How could I think such a thing? To... to want to turn my sisters into my own women?" Su Chen muttered in anguish, the vision of himself pinning both Ye Qing and Ye Rou beneath him, relentlessly fucking them, involuntarily surfacing in his mind. The images quickly expanded to include his mother, Luo Xue, and his aunts, Luo Ning and Luo Shuang.

Su Chen had always revered his noble mother, never daring to entertain even the slightest impure thought toward her. Even toward his own sisters, if not for the fleeting discomfort he felt at the prospect of them marrying other men, he would never have harbored any improper thoughts. But now, at the thought of preventing his sisters from leaving him, he felt an overwhelming impulse to possess them both—to dominate them—and even toward his own mother, he found himself harboring desires.

This violation of ethics and blasphemy against his mother filled Su Chen with deep remorse. He dared not dwell on it further, ruthlessly suppressing these aberrant thoughts.

Beep! Beep! ...Thud!

The sound of a car door locking echoed from outside the room.

Su Chen shuddered violently, jolted awake from his terror. He stared blankly at the dimming sky outside the window.

Though the momentary thoughts had filled him with guilt and self-loathing for defiling his mother and sister, they had also reminded him of the secret he had hidden deep within his heart.

In his parents’ eyes, Su Chen was a well-behaved son, completely devoid of the spoiled and wasteful habits often associated with rich second gen kids. Especially in front of his mother, his obedient demeanor was almost heartwarming. Yet, he never revealed to anyone the secret buried deep within him—a secret he dared not voice.

As he entered adolescence, he found himself increasingly consumed by a terrifying fantasy: his unattainable mother always the object of his desire. In countless dreams, he ravaged his beautiful mother, brutally defiling her body, even resorting to savage, wild acts. Beneath him, his noble mother arched her back, her features twisted into seductive expressions. As his massive member violated her, she moaned with ecstatic depravity, each climax fueling his insatiable hunger.

These fantasies filled Su Chen with both dread and arousal. The taboo of defiling his mother sent shivers of fear through him, yet the thrill of violating her brought an intoxicating rush. Forced to suppress these youthful fantasies deep within, he dared not indulge in even the slightest pleasure. This internal conflict only deepened his affection for his mother, becoming the very foundation of his impeccably obedient behavior in her presence.

This blasphemy was buried deep within his heart, only surfacing in secret moments when he indulged in fantasies of violating his mother. This repressed desire had given birth to a small monster in his mind.

Su Chen feared that one day he might lose control of this monster and harm his mother. This was the root of his panic when those perverse thoughts about the women in his family suddenly arose. It echoed the anxiety from yesterday’s wet dream, where he repeatedly fucked his stunningmother, Luo Xue, raw!

To be honest, while Su Chen relentlessly suppressed his youthful fantasies about his mother, he occasionally fantasized about his equally beautiful sisters. However, his unresolved feelings towards his mother led him to focus more on mature women—those exuding a seductive, maternal allure.

Perhaps this was the legendary Oedipus complex, or simply a fetish for mature women!