When Wang Yue turned back around, Yang Cancanâs eyes went wide. It felt as if the night itself had suddenly brightened. She couldnât help but lean in, her face barely half a foot from his, peering at him intensely. "Are you sure youâre a boy?" she stammered.
"No kidding!" Wang Yue snapped, annoyed.
"But youâre a guy! How can you be prettier than a woman?" she exclaimed.
"Itâs not âpretty,â itâs handsome!" Wang Yue corrected her.
"Okay, now I actually believe your mom was the greatest beauty in history." Yang Cancan sat back, a bit reluctantly, and suddenly burst out laughing. "And now I know why you call me âCousin.â Looking at that face, you havenât even grown up yet, have you, kiddo?"
"Who are you calling a kid? Iâm sixteen!" Wang Yue retorted crossly.
"Such a shame you donât run a shop. With a face like that, youâd triple your foot traffic just by standing there," Yang Cancan said, her mind never straying far from the family business.
Wang Yue chuckled. "You could do the same, you know. The âbeauty effectâ would work even better for you. Why do you spend all day making yourself look like a mess?"
"Iâm a merchant, not a model. Why would I want to be pretty?" she said dismissively.
"To drive sales," Wang Yue argued. "Look at the big hotelsâthey hire groups of beautiful greeters just to attract customers. Thereâs nothing shameful about it."
"Iâm not like them." Yang Cancan suddenly sighed. "They at least have a boss backing them up; no one dares mess with them. I donât have anyone to cover for me. If I tried to sell my face like that, it wouldnât be long before Iâd be forced to sell my pussy too."
Wang Yue froze, then gave a bitter smile, mentally giving her a thumbs-up. Classic Cancanâonly you could say something that blunt.
"Surely itâs not that bad," he said aloud.
"Oh, itâs exactly that bad. I donât brag about much, but I know Iâve got the face and the body. A woman as pretty as me with zero background has two endings: either the thugs force her to take clients, or she finds someone to keep her as a mistress," she said with a self-deprecating smirk.
"And whatâs the difference between that and selling pussy? Itâs just the difference between selling to one guy or selling to many."
"You could just... not comply. And not be a mistress," Wang Yue suggested.
"Not comply? Thatâs worse," she sighed. "Without a faction to protect you, every guy with a bit of power would just take turns raping you and not pay a dime. At that point, you might as well be a pro."
"Is that really how it is?" Though Wang Yue was technically on his second life, both times he had been sheltered by the power of the Great Families of Jinling. He had no idea what life was like for those at the bottom.
"You think Iâm making this up? Iâve seen it happen plenty." Yang Cancan waved it off. "Forget it. Youâre just a kid; why am I even telling you this?"
"I told you, Iâm not a kid," Wang Yue said helplessly.
"No? Then tell me, do you even know what I meant by âselling pussyâ?" she teased.
For some reason, after seeing Wang Yueâs true face, she felt a sudden urge to tease this incredibly handsome little "shota." Combined with the alcohol, the impulse was becoming impossible to control.
"You said a lot of things. How should I know which part youâre asking about?" Wang Yueâs mind raced. He decided to play dumb.
He was no saint; he wasnât about to let a golden opportunity pass him by.
Besides, to heal Aunt Nuanyueâs foundation, he would eventually have to dual cultivate with her.
If he could take down Yang Cancan now, a "mother and daughter duo" would be the perfect outcome.
With that thought, Wang Yue began to subtly release his inner energy. It wasnât forceful, but it was more than enough to stoke the fires of desire in Yang Cancan.
"Letâs talk about âselling pussyâ then," Yang Cancan said, unaware that her "harmless" little cousin was already closing in on his prey. She kept adding fuel to the fire. "Hey kid, do you even know what that means?"
"Of course I do. Itâs just prostitution," Wang Yue said, sounding defiant.
"Oh yeah? Then how does it work?" she pushed.
"You take a manâs money and spend the night with him. Donât act like Iâm clueless," Wang Yue said righteously.
"And what do they do during that night?" she continued. Her little cousinâs attempt to sound like an expert when he clearly only knew the basics was adorable to her.
"They get intimate. You know, hugging, kissing, stuff like that," Wang Yue maintained his "know-it-all" facade.
Yang Cancan couldnât help but giggle. By now, Wang Yueâs energy was taking hold, and a sudden wave of sexual craving hit her.
Just like men, women can be driven by lust too. Wang Yueâs breathtaking looks were already intoxicating, and with her desire ignited, she felt the urge to take the conversation much deeper.
"Just hugging and kissing?" she laughed. "Silly boy, you donât know anything! Let big sister teach you. Kissing is kid stuff. The most important part is the fucking."
"Fucking?" Wang Yue acted confused.
"Yeah. Do you know why itâs called âselling pussyâ? Because youâre selling your pussy for people to fuck," she said. Accustomed to the rough talk of the marketplace, the profanity came naturally to her. "Little guy, do you even know what a pussy is?"
"I know that one. Itâs a womanâs part down there," Wang Yue said happily.
"Have you ever seen one?" she asked.
"I..." Wang Yue acted tongue-tied.
"Come here, little guy. Today, big sister is going to give you an education." Yang Cancan giggled, beckoning him with her finger.
As Wang Yue leaned in, she suddenly raised her right leg, hooking it over his shoulder and pulling him down between her thighs.
In this position, Wang Yueâs face was directly between her legs, the tip of his nose barely inches away from her virgin pussy, hidden beneath her panties.
"Little guy, tell sister... what do you see?" she asked, a strange thrill racing through her at the thought of her cousin looking at her so closely.
"I see your underwear," Wang Yue answered honestly.
"Idiot! Who told you to look at the underwear?" she said, frustrated by his "cluelessness." "Pull them aside! Look inside!"
"Oh." Wang Yue obeyed. He reached out, hooked the crotch of her panties, and pulled them to the side.
Instantly, Yang Cancanâs pink, tender virgin pussy was revealed to him in all its glory.
"See that? Thatâs my pussy. Is it pretty?" she almost moaned. Overwhelmed by the desire fueled by Wang Yueâs energy, she was already incredibly aroused just by his gaze. Tiny droplets of arousal began to seep from her.
Wang Yue didnât answer. Instead, he reached out with his tongue and gave her tender folds a long, slow lick.
"Oh..." Yang Cancan let out a long moan, her legs instinctively clamping shut, trapping Wang Yueâs head firmly between her smooth, white thighs. "What are you doing?"
"Cousin, Iâm sorry... your pussy is just so pretty, so inviting. I couldnât help myself," Wang Yue said, sounding terrified of his own actions.
"A âsorryâ is all I get? Iâve gone my whole life without anyone touching me there, and you just go and lick it?" she said, sounding as though she had been greatly wronged.
"What should I do then?" Wang Yue asked cautiously.
"Since you looked at my pussy and licked it, you have to contribute your dick as payment!" she announced, declaring his "punishment."
"Okay then," Wang Yue nodded obediently.
Yang Cancan stood up to pull down his pants but stopped immediately. "Itâs too dark to see here. Letâs go inside."
Without another word, she grabbed him and pulled him into her small side room.
Her room was simpleâjust a bed, a cabinet, and a deskâbut it was spotless, nothing like the messy persona she showed the world.
Once inside, she pushed him down onto the bed and, like a hungry little vixen, yanked his pants down.
There, standing before her, was a shaft as hard as iron, yet no larger than an adultâs middle finger.
It was a strange thingâWang Yue could control every cell in his body, but he still couldnât control his erections. He could dictate the size, but not the hardness.
Those special restrictive undies he used to wear were uncomfortable, so heâd stopped using them.
Instead, he just kept his dick in its smallest state so that even if it got hard at an awkward time, he wouldnât embarrass himself in public.
"Why is it so small?" Yang Cancan blurted out. She couldnât help but reach out and gently wrap her hand around it. It was the first time in her life she had ever touched a manâs part. Even though it was much smaller than the ones sheâd seen in movies, it was enough to make her heart flutter.