The two bicker

​"Silence yourself, girl!" Feng Luan snaps, her face burning crimson as she sits up halfway, her authoritative aura momentarily cracking under the sheer absurdity of the family dynamic. "This is not your concern—"

​"Oh, but it is," Feng Bing says lightly, her expression shifting from teasing to a strange, insistent warmth as she turns her undivided attention toward you. She gestures vaguely downward with a flick of her hand. "Besides, you stopped far too soon. Look at her—she isn't satisfied yet. That's why she's so terribly grouchy all the time; she's been starved of proper attention."

​You raise an eyebrow, glancing down at Feng Luan, who glares daggers at her daughter.

​"You should take mother again," Feng Bing insists, stepping right up to the edge of the jade mat and crossing her arms under her heavy breasts, her own gaze growing hungry as she watches the lingering tension in your frame. "It has been far too long since Feng Luan was properly handled by a man who knows how to break her stubborn pride. Please, satisfy her properly, little brother. She's practically begging for it."