After saving milfs, they all want to own me

Evelyn was not one to back down, and she promptly placed her slender legs in black stockings on Li Zhiyan's lap as well.

The warm sensation from the two mature women's shapely legs wrapped in black stockings made Li Zhiyan feel even more heated.

Which of them should he massage? For a moment, Li Zhiyan was indecisive. Catherine had longer legs, but Evelyn had a more impressive bust.

These two women truly had their own unique allure.

"Li Zhiyan, massage my legs."

Catherine leaned toward Li Zhiyan's ear and whispered softly, planting a light, untraceable kiss on his earlobe.

The moist, warm touch made Li Zhiyan involuntarily close his eyes.

"Li Zhiyan, give me a foot rub,"

Evelyn came closer as well.

Surrounded by two mature women, whose lips nearly pressed against him, Li Zhiyan felt increasingly flustered.

But recalling the incident at the bar earlier today, he decided that he ought to let Catherine prevail this time.

After all, Catherine truly had made sacrifices for him at the bar today.

Picking up Catherine's delicate foot encased in black stockings, Li Zhiyan removed her high heels.

In an almost provocative gesture, Catherine slipped her black-stockinged foot under Li Zhiyan's T-shirt, resting it on his stomach.

"Li Zhiyan, massage well, and I'll give you a promotion and raise."

Nothing could hold more emotional weight for Catherine than what was happening right now!

Seeing Evelyn's darkened expression, Catherine felt absolutely elated!

Evelyn turned her head away, her heart filled with bitterness. Ten minutes later, Li Zhiyan left the office.

Meanwhile, Catherine and Evelyn began arguing once more.

...

After leaving the office, Li Zhiyan called Aunt Zhao.

He knew that tonight Zhao Shumin's eldest brother would come over to threaten her, demanding money.

He had to prepare himself to handle the situation. If it escalated to physical confrontation, so much the better—he could indulge in another unrestricted freestyle boxing match.

"Aunt Zhao."

"Xiao Yan, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

Zhao Shumin's voice was filled with joy—it was rare for her and Li Zhiyan to share a meal together.

"Yes, Aunt, I'll be home."

"Great, then Aunt will head out to buy groceries and wait for you!"

After hanging up, Zhao Shumin decided not to continue her livestream.

She tidied up briefly before grabbing her shopping basket and heading out.

...

After parking his car near the neighborhood, Li Zhiyan's thoughts wandered to Aunt Zhao's lovely face.

When he first met Aunt Zhao, she had indeed been fierce, leaving a deep impression of a tough, domineering woman.

However, as their relationship grew closer, her care for him became genuinely heartfelt; every day she would think up ways to cook delicious meals for him.

She treated him like her own son. In this cold, indifferent city, having an aunt care for him so much felt truly wonderful.

After sitting in the car for a while, Li Zhiyan finally headed home. Ten minutes later, Aunt Zhao returned as well.

"Aunt, you're here!"

Li Zhiyan greeted her at the door, but under the surveillance cameras, the two kept their behavior completely proper.

Compared to Li Zhiyan, Zhao Shumin was much more careful, always treading cautiously for fear of being discovered.

"Xiao Yan, come help Aunt wash the vegetables so Aunt can cook something delicious for you."

Entering the kitchen, Li Zhiyan gazed at Aunt Zhao's alluring figure and simply stepped forward to embrace her.

As they pressed together tightly, Li Zhiyan relished the rhythm of Aunt Zhao's heartbeat.

"Xiao Yan, it's so hot—what are you doing!"

Zhao Shumin shyly exclaimed. On such a sweltering day, she was already sweaty, yet here was Li Zhiyan hugging her so tightly in a kitchen without air conditioning.

"Aunt, the heat doesn't matter; I want to hold you, and I want to kiss you."

Embracing Aunt Zhao's soft body, Li Zhiyan leaned forward to kiss her face.

"We're sweaty—doesn't it bother you?"

"Aunt, your scent is always sweet."

With that, Li Zhiyan kissed Zhao Shumin on her lips.

"Mmph… You troublemaker, always bullying Aunt, and Aunt still needs to cook for you."

Zhao Shumin felt tremendously shy, her words barely coherent.

Her instincts led her to respond to Li Zhiyan's kiss, and soon both of them were drenched in sweat.

Feeling uncomfortable, Zhao Shumin pushed Li Zhiyan away and with slight reprimand said, "Xiao Yan, it's so hot, yet you insist on kissing Aunt here."

"At night, in bed, Aunt doesn't stop you from kissing."

By now, Zhao Shumin had grown completely accustomed to Li Zhiyan kissing her.

"Aunt Zhao, nighttime is nighttime. Now is now."

"You sweet-talker!"

"Go take a shower—Aunt will cook for you."

Though Zhao Shumin wanted to shower herself, she knew that cooking for Li Zhiyan would make her sweat more, so she planned to shower later in the evening.

"Alright, Aunt, one more kiss first!"

"You rascal..."

Aunt Zhao relented, and the two exchanged a kiss that lasted several seconds before she coaxed him to leave.

"Such a child…" Aunt Zhao muttered to herself as she started washing vegetables, her own heart still racing.

Time flew by, and twenty minutes later, as Zhao Shumin was deeply engrossed in cooking, a sudden pounding noise came from the door.

"Open up, Zhao Shumin!"

"Open the door!"

The loud voice drained the color from Zhao Shumin's face.

During her childhood, her father and elder brother often subjected her to domestic violence.

Zhao Liang particularly enjoyed whipping her with rattan sticks until her body was covered in scars—now He Tingting suffered the same fate.