Yang Haoran feigned a calm expression, slowly pulling down his trousers. Just as his underwear reached his knees, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.
“What are you doing so late at night?”
Liu Ruoxi looked at her son, his underwear down to his knees, his lower body exposed and his posture indecent, her brows slightly furrowed. “N-nothing.”
Yang Haoran acted as if he had been unexpectedly discovered by his mother, awkwardly stopping what he was doing.
Under his mother’s scrutinizing gaze, he hung his head low like a quail.
Watching her son’s flustered state, Liu Ruoxi’s frown deepened. She couldn’t understand what he was up to in the middle of the night. After studying him for a few seconds, she noticed that the underwear around his knees was stained with streaks of white, sticky fluid, the fabric darkened in that area.
Her nose twitched slightly; the air seemed to carry a pungent odor.
Liu Ruoxi’s delicate brows drew together, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke coldly, “Look up and explain yourself.”
Yang Haoran slowly raised his head, glanced at his mother, and said in a small voice, “I had a wet dream.”
“I’m not blind, I can see that. I’m asking why you lured me here.”
“Ah!” Yang Haoran was stunned. This wasn’t following the script.
Wasn’t the script supposed to be his mother asking him why he had a wet dream?
Then he would use that as an opportunity to narrate his story, pitifully crying and complaining to evoke his mother’s sympathy and overflowing maternal instincts, so she would take the initiative to reward him?
Thatโs how it always went in those erotic stories~
“This… that…” Things had taken an unexpected turn, and Yang Haoran’s mind went blank. For a moment, he hemmed and hawed, unsure how to answer his mother’s sharp question.
After a few seconds of thought, an idea flashed in his mind. Deliberately letting his head droop, he said meekly, “Iโve been suffering, Mother. I think about you every day, unable to eat or sleep. But since that time, youโve never treated me that way again. Iโm restless, I canโt control myselfโitโs like an itch, an agony I canโt scratch.”
At this point, he felt that a strategic retreat might be his best option.
Liu Ruoxi studied her sonโs seemingly aggrieved expression, pondered for a moment, and then, surprisingly, nodded in agreement. “Mm, if you want it, you can have it.”
“Ah? Really?” Happiness had come too suddenly. Yang Haoran could hardly believe it. “Really.”
Seeing the joy on her sonโs face, a faint smile touched Liu Ruoxiโs lips as she nodded.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran looked at his mother in delight, an irrepressible grin spreading across his face. He marveled at how much his mother cared for himโhe would never call her an old witch again.
But then his motherโs cool, clear voice pulled him back to reality, his smile freezing on his face, making him look rather ridiculous.
“In which area has your academic performance shown significant improvement recently? Since you dare to have such thoughts, it seems youโve made considerable progress. Tell me about it.”
Liu Ruoxi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking at her son with a mocking tone.
How could Yang Haoran not detect the sarcasm in his motherโs voice? “I havenโt.”
As his mother brought up this topic, Yang Haoranโs mood instantly plummeted to the depths.
For a slacker like him to show improvement in his studiesโwasnโt that harder than climbing to the sky?
He now realized that his mother was clearly toying with himโletting him get excited for a moment, only to send him crashing down to hell within seconds. She really was an old witch after all.
Yang Haoran inwardly complained about his mother. After a long silence from her, he was about to look up to gauge her expression when her icy tone pierced his ears.
“Iโm very disappointed in you, Haoran.”
These weighty words struck Yang Haoran like a physical blow. He instinctively raised his head to look at his mother.
But the look in his motherโs eyes was no longer mocking. Her stunning face was full of disappointment, her brow slightly furrowed as if troubled. She said softly:
“If you want those things, Mother has said you can have them. Even though it goes againstไธไฟไผฆ็ (shรฌ sรบ lรบn lว -ไธไฟไผฆ็ – secular ethics/moral conventions), I can disregard that for your sake.”
“But you only think about how to scheme and play petty tricksโฆ”
“If I gave in to your desires and granted you momentary pleasure, do you think I would be helping you or harming you?”
“You! Ever since you were little, youโve been mischievous and lacked discipline. As a mother, I have failed in my duty.” Liu Ruoxi sighed helplessly, feeling both the frustration of seeing her son fail to meet expectations and่ช่ดฃ (zรฌ zรฉ – self-blame) for not having disciplined Haoran properly when he was young.
Each of his motherโs words felt like a knife stabbing into Yang Haoranโs heart. Though there was no blood, her sharp words struck directly at his core. He knew she was right. He had always been like a child who never grew upโimmature, willful, with lawless taboo desires that defiedไธไฟไผฆ็ (shรฌ sรบ lรบn lว), and without any sense of psychological burden, as if it were็ๆๅฝ็ถ (lว suว dฤng rรกn -็ๆๅฝ็ถ – a matter of course/natural and right). All this time, the weight of this moral guilt had been borne by his mother.
The disappointment in his motherโs tone made his heart feel as if it were being gnawed by ten thousand ants. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a immense sense of shame.
He felt lost. Had he really been wrong all along?
But Mother, how could I allow someone as perfect as you to be possessed by anyone else?
Seeing her sonโs dazed expression, Liu Ruoxi wondered if she had been too harsh with her words earlier.
Guiding her son in his studies wasnโt something that could be achieved overnight. Had she been too impatient?
Thinking this, she couldnโt help but regret what she had said.
After a momentโs consideration, Liu Ruoxi sighed helplessly. She would consider it as if she owed thisๅคๅฎถ (yuฤn jiฤ -ๅคๅฎถ – often used affectionately for someone who is a source of trouble but also beloved, like a stubborn child or lover).
She slowly walked over to her son and, under Yang Haoranโs bewildered gaze, gradually lowered herself into a squat.
Her curvaceous, mature, and sensual body, now in a squatting position, outlined a beautiful silhouette. Particularly her large, pert, and rounded peach-like buttocks, full of a raw carnality that could make any maleโs blood boil with desire.
Yang Haoran snapped out of his daze, looking down puzzledly at his mother, who was now squatting beneath him.
Without a word, Liu Ruoxi reached out her fair, jade-like hand and grasped her sonโs already swollen, deep brown penis.
Her sonโs thick shaft was like an infantโs arm, the glans as large as an egg and crimson red, resembling a large mushroom. She took a deep breath, as if mentally preparing herself. Bringing her head closer, the pungent odor filled her nostrils. Then, to Yang Haoranโs astonishment, her vermilion lips parted, and her pink, fragrant tongue emerged, gently licking the surface of his red glans. It wasnโt just a fleeting touch; her tongue glided along a small area of the glans.
When she was done, Liu Ruoxi frowned, somewhat uncomfortable. She had never used her tongue to lick a man there before. But she had heard about these things from Shen Qingโhow a woman actively licking a manโs cock could excite him greatly, especially when it was his mother doing it.
This scene seemed to freeze in time, etching itself deeply into Yang Haoranโs mind. “M-Mom… you… you… you…” Yang Haoran was too shocked to form coherent words, stammering as he tried to speak. But the excitement and thrill left his brain in a dazed state for a moment.
His earlier low and confused mood was swept away by this enormous surprise.
Liu Ruoxi stood up, glancing at her sonโs joyful expression. She appeared much calmer than Yang Haoran. “If you want these things in the future, use your academic performance to negotiate with me.”
She spoke with a seemingly composed demeanor, yet a faint blush had quietly spread across the ears and cheeks of her beautiful face.
Yang Haoran grinned from ear to ear, his mouth practically stretching to the back of his head. He thought he had been on the verge of failure, but instead, found himself in a classic case of “just when all hope seems lost, a new path reveals itself.” (This is a rough translation of the idiom ๅฑฑ็ฉทๆฐดๅฐฝ็ๆ ่ทฏ๏ผๆณๆ่ฑๆๅไธๆ, which describes a situation where just as one thinks all is lost, a turnaround happens).
“Move aside.”
Seeing her son edging closer with a sly, eager look, Liu Ruoxi immediately became alert and scolded him.
“Uh… what?” Yang Haoran was confused. He hadn’t even started getting handsy yet.
“I need to rinse my mouth. Move aside.” Liu Ruoxi shot him a dismissive look.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran grew anxious and quickly said, “Mom, you’ve already licked it, why not finish me off with your mouth? I’m painfully hard here. Please, have mercy, see the good deed through to the end, ‘send the Buddha all the way to the West’ (idiom meaning to complete a task thoroughly). You can rinse your mouth a bit later, it’s not too late!”
Liu Ruoxiโs cold, beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Yang Haoran. “All you know how to do is talk big. Move aside. Donโt make me tell you again.”
Reluctantly, Yang Haoran sullenly moved out of the way.
After his mother had rinsed her mouth, and seeing that she was about to leave, Yang Haoran, in a moment of impulsiveness, blurted out, “Mom, if my grades improve, in the future, could you… do… that kind of thing with me?”
By the end of his sentence, his voice had grown softer, his confidence waning. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Wasn’t this pushing his luck right after getting a taste of hope? “Get lost!”
Liu Ruoxi massaged her forehead, furious. She was about to leave just like that but paused, warning him in an icy tone, “Anything else is possible, but that kind of thing is out of the question. Donโt get any of those wicked ideas. Itโs non-negotiable.”
After his mother left, the bright light shone on half of Yang Haoranโs face, his handsome features clearly visible. The other half was cast in shadow, light and darkness intermixed. He murmured to himself, “Mother, do you know? No matter how despicable, shameless, or degenerate it is, if Yang Haoran can possess you, he will die without regrets…”