Yue finished filing her nails and stretched lazily. Her hand brushed my lap—fingers accidentally grazing the small, soft bulge in my sweatpants.
"Hm?" She paused, eyes widening slightly. Though still untouched herself, Yue had long understood the basics of intimacy. Two years ago, when we first started dating seriously, she'd offered herself eagerly. But my size—short, limp even when aroused—made things impossible. She chalked it up to me being a late developer and never pressed. Over time, while she grew taller, her curves fuller and more tempting, I stayed the same.
"You're… hard?" A genuine spark of excitement lit her face. "Wei, are you finally catching up?"
"N-no, it's not…" Before I could finish, her fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants, wrapping gently around me through the thin fabric of my briefs.
"Still so small and soft… but definitely firmer than before." Her cheeks flushed pink—equal parts joy and shy curiosity.
We'd known each other since childhood. Yue and Ruo-jie trained under Mother from a young age, so the three of us grew up almost like siblings. Back then, baths and playtime meant no secrets; my small body was nothing new to them. As puberty hit, though, the sisters blossomed first—breasts swelling, hips rounding—and natural boundaries formed. We never crossed into anything explicit; at most, playful touches over clothes.
"What's got you like this?" Yue tilted her head, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Don't tell me… those photos with Kaelo got to you?"
My heart slammed against my ribs. How did she know?
"I never pegged you for that kind of taste, Wei…" she teased softly.
"I-I didn't—" My voice cracked as her fingers moved, slow and deliberate. The sensation was electric—nothing like my own hurried attempts.
She leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. "Were you picturing it? Me and Ruo-jie… both with him? Two pretty sisters sharing one big, strong man's bed? His dark hands all over our pale skin… does that make your little guy throb harder?"
I couldn't speak. The images flooded in unbidden: Yue's lithe body and Ruo-jie's voluptuous frame pressed against Kaelo's broad chest, giggling as rough palms claimed what should have been mine. The shame burned—and fueled the heat pooling in my groin.
"See?" Yue giggled. "Told you. It's getting even stiffer now."
"L-Ling… Yue… stop saying—" My hips jerked involuntarily.
"Deny it all you want. Your body's telling the truth." Her grip tightened just enough to make me gasp. "Imagine it… every night, his endless stamina driving us wild. Us moaning, begging… while you watch from the corner, aching."
The fantasy overwhelmed me. I pictured their full breasts bouncing, round hips grinding, soft laughter turning to breathless cries under his weight. My control shattered.
"Ah—!" My body locked up. A weak spurt soaked through my underwear in seconds.
Yue pulled her hand back, wrinkling her nose playfully. "So quick… I barely touched you for five minutes and you're already done." She wiped her fingers on a tissue and darted to the bathroom.
I collapsed against the cushions, chest heaving. This was the third time she'd brought me to release—and the most intense.
The first had been during a late-night porn session at her place. She'd stared wide-eyed at the screen, fascinated by the thick length sliding in and out of a woman. I'd lasted less than ten minutes before staining my pants.
The second: alone in their bathroom, I'd found a pile of discarded lingerie—bras, panties, stockings from all three women. The scent overwhelmed me. I'd barely started when Yue walked in, catching me mid-stroke. I came instantly, spurting across my fingers while she watched in stunned amusement.
Now clean, she returned and flopped beside me as if nothing had happened.
"You're so easy to read," she said, patting my knee. "You should take notes from your sister—she's way better at hiding her thoughts."
"Yue… I…" My face burned. "I just… have this… tendency."
"Cuckold kink? It's fine." She shrugged like it was no big deal. "Dad's the same way. Most guys have a little of it. Totally normal."
"Uncle Lan too?" My eyes widened.
"Found out on the trip. We played cards one night. Kaelo's super touchy-feely—cultural thing, I guess. When Mom and I actually won a round, Dad got so excited he kissed her right there. I saw him pitch a tent under the table." She made an exaggerated face, then laughed. "Took me a second to process."
"You're… really okay with this?" I whispered.
"Of course. We're solid—you and me. Out in public I'm your protective big sister. At home, I'm your girlfriend. Either way, I've got your back."
I swallowed. "Support me… how?"
She grinned. "By helping you feel good, obviously. That little reaction just now? Proof it works. As your sister and your girlfriend, I want you happy and satisfied."
My pulse raced with equal parts hope and dread. Was she actually offering to…?
"Hehe, don't panic. I'm not running off with anyone." She jumped up and tugged my arm. "Come on—shopping. I need new outfits for tomorrow's National Day gala. Consider it payment for my 'services.'"
I blinked, brain still foggy. One second we're deep in forbidden talk, the next she's dragging me to the mall.
"Wait—my underwear's soaked…"
"It's barely anything. It'll dry. Let's go!"
No arguing with her.
...
October 1st—National Day—marked the triumph over foreign occupation and the rise of self-rule. Celebrations swept the nation every year.
This time, the southern province—wealthiest and most influential—hosted a grand event. The 50th anniversary of defeating the old island aggressors fueled a wave of patriotic fervor: boycotts of foreign brands, viral stories mocking the enemy, endless wartime dramas on every screen. One businessman even put a live turtle named after their former leader up for symbolic auction.
Speeches, donations, unity rallies—politicians and tycoons worked the crowds.
But the real spotlight fell on the province's "Five Jade Lotuses":
Governor Lan Na-Wei, 42, impeccable in tailored white power suit
Lian-Hua Consortium Chair Su Mei-Lan, 38, radiant in deep indigo high-slit cheongsam
Southern Defense Force Commander Major General Feng Li-jun, 40, casual yet commanding in fitted camo vest and shorts
National Institute of Herbal Medicine President Hua Suxin, 39, elegant in flowing low-neck white silk hanfu
Lead Biochemist, National Research Division Xia Lan-qing, 43, sharp in crimson tailored mini-blazer and skirt
None looked their age—each appeared late twenties to early thirties. Flawless porcelain skin, statuesque figures, generous curves balanced by tiny waists and endless legs. Their presence alone commanded respect: authority, intellect, beauty fused into something almost otherworldly.
The media adored their occasional collaborations, but in truth the five weren't close-knit.
Mother got along best with Aunt Lan and Hua Suxin. With Xia Lan-qing relations were polite but distant. And with General Feng Li-jun? Open tension—different military lineages, rival old-guard networks. Descendants carried the grudges.
Aunt Lan and General Feng were allies. Hua Suxin stayed neutral and friendly to all. Xia Lan-qing played nice with everyone.
Typical—wherever powerful women gathered, subtle factions formed.
Still, these five represented the pinnacle of politics, commerce, military might, traditional healing, and cutting-edge science. Wherever they appeared, cameras followed, entourages in tow, the nation watching.