Chapter 130: All Women Like Big Ones

BOOM!

The moment Yang Xun’s proud beast was fully exposed, Chen Xiafang’s eyes flew wide in utter disbelief.

’This is just too big!!’

Although she had only ever been with two men in her life, she had seen what a few others were packing back when she was young and dating, not to mention the occasional foreign films she’d watched.

But she had never seen a man more impressive than Yang Xun!

It stood erect like a long-dormant flood dragon, veins bulging as it radiated a scorching heat. Its size was so exaggerated it was simply jaw-dropping.

For a moment, Chen Xiafang’s mind began to run wild. ’If that went inside me, what would it even feel like?’

’It would be pure ecstasy, wouldn’t it?’

The moment the thought flashed through her mind, Chen Xiafang was startled by her own imagination and quickly pushed the chaotic images away.

’What on earth am I thinking?’

’This is a boy I watched grow up!’

But with it standing right there, so close, the visual impact was just too powerful. Her gaze was drawn to it like a magnet, completely unable to pull away.

Seeing Chen Xiafang standing there stunned, her eyes wide, Yang Xun felt incredibly smug.

He knew his "assets" had left Chen Xiafang completely stunned.

For an experienced, mature woman like her to wear such an expression was a testament to just how impressive his assets were.

However, Yang Xun feigned ignorance, tilting his head in confusion. "Aunt Chen... what’s wrong? What are you staring at?"

"N-Nothing!"

Chen Xiafang snapped back to her senses, hastily tearing her gaze away from it and looking up at Yang Xun, her almond eyes full of unconcealable shock.

"You little brat, what on earth did you eat growing up? How did you get so... impressive?"

Yang Xun scratched his head and chuckled. "I have no idea. I never ate anything special, just regular meals. Maybe... it’s just natural talent."

’Natural talent...’

The corner of Chen Xiafang’s mouth twitched as she sighed internally.

’This isn’t natural talent, it’s the heavens playing favorites!’

Then, she raised a delicate eyebrow, her beautiful almond eyes darting thoughtfully before she suddenly asked, "Xiaoxun, the three women you’ve been with, are they all completely in love with you?"

Yang Xun feigned confusion, tilting his head. "Aunt Chen, why would you ask that?"

Chen Xiafang gave him a coquettish eye-roll and said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Women like them big, it’s just our nature. Don’t play dumb with me, kid. With assets like yours, those women must absolutely adore you, right?"

Yang Xun thought about it. Aunt Chen really wasn’t wrong.

The women he’d been with all had unusually strong feelings for him.

Sister Mi Ting was gentle and thoughtful, always clinging to him in his arms afterward. His sister-in-law, Xu Qian, might curse him out, but her body was more honest than anyone—she even left her door open for him. As for Huang Qi, she practically wanted to keep him leashed to her side.

Still, Yang Xun waved his hand dismissively and said with false modesty, "It’s nothing special, really. No different than normal."

"Impossible!"

Chen Xiafang shook her head firmly, her tone resolute. "With assets like yours, it’s impossible for it to be ’no different.’ If there’s really no change in their reaction, then there’s only one possible explanation..."

She paused, her almond eyes narrowing. Her gaze swept meaningfully over his erect member, and a smirk played on her lips as she said slowly, "You finish way too fast. You might be huge, but women don’t like it if it’s over too quickly."

’Am I being dissed??’

Yang Xun froze, then a look of indignation crossed his face.

He could tolerate almost anything in life, but on this one subject, he refused to be questioned by anyone!

"Aunt Chen, I do not finish quickly!"

Yang Xun straightened his posture, his expression earnest. "I can go for over an hour every single time!"

"???"

Hearing this, Chen Xiafang’s mind filled with question marks. Her beautiful almond eyes widened to their absolute limit, filled with disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

She stared at Yang Xun in astonishment, her voice cracking. "A young man in your twenties... you can really last for an hour?"

Yang Xun stood tall, puffed out his chest, and declared confidently, "Of course, it’s true! If I’m lying, then call me a puppy!"

’So he’s huge *and* he’s got stamina?’

Chen Xiafang stared blankly at Yang Xun, a storm raging in her heart.

After a two-second silence, Chen Xiafang suddenly lifted her fair, slender right hand and beckoned to Yang Xun. Her voice softened. "Alright then, come over here. Let Auntie have a feel and see just how long you can really last."

"A test is a test!"

Unafraid, Yang Xun took a bold step forward, positioning himself within her reach. "Go on, Aunt Chen," he said brazenly. "Touch it all you want! Your hand will cramp up from exhaustion long before I’m done."

With barely a moment’s hesitation, Chen Xiafang’s fair, jade-like hand closed gently around him.

"Sss..."

The heavy, impossibly thick feeling exploded in her palm. Chen Xiafang gasped. Her slender fingers couldn’t even close all the way around it. Its searing temperature felt like gripping a red-hot branding iron, the heat making her fingertips tingle.

’It really is just too much!’

She gave him a few simple strokes, and Yang Xun felt as if his blood had ignited. In her hand, he swelled rapidly to his absolute limit, his entire body blazing with heat. He became as hard as dark steel—even more immense and intimidating than before.

Chen Xiafang glanced down at what she held, her pupils contracting.

For a woman who had been widowed for so many years, such an asset was an undeniable temptation.

But she was his elder, after all, and in her eyes, he was still the boy she had watched grow up. She didn’t show any overt eagerness, instead maintaining a slow, steady rhythm as her fair fingers gently stroked him.

"Aunt Chen, are you still sleepy?"

Yang Xun looked down at Chen Xiafang and asked with a touch of concern.

"Of course I’m not sleepy!"

Chen Xiafang glanced up at Yang Xun, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’m far too excited now," she said. "Not sleepy in the slightest."

"That’s good!"

Yang Xun nodded slightly. Seeing that she was much more alert now, he figured his goal of keeping her from falling asleep had been achieved.

’As for her wanting to play with him... well, he’d just let her.’

’After all, she was the aunt he’d been closest to his entire life.’

’He could just consider it... paying his respects to an elder.’

Chen Xiafang said nothing, concentrating fully on her task. Her fair fingers roamed over his outrageous member, kneading and stroking.

Her gaze was filled with excitement. Those beautiful almond eyes were like pools of spring water, glistening with moisture. Her lips parted slightly, and her breathing grew ragged.

Yang Xun closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure from Chen Xiafang’s soft, jade-like hands while simultaneously continuing to circulate his True Qi, using the Silver Needles to expel the poison from her body.

Time ticked by, second by second.

About five or six minutes later, Yang Xun’s eyes suddenly flew open, filled with immense and pleasant surprise...