The naked reality spoken aloud by his best friend made Wei Ming’s chest heave violently. He breathed in large, ragged gulps, his breaths heavy and coarse. Gently closing his eyes, scenes described by Haozi flashed through his mind. After a long while, the fire in his chest was ignited, sparking a sliver of courage that spread like a single spark starting a prairie fire.
“Alright, Haozi, I’ll listen to your advice this time, brother.”
Wei Ming opened his eyes and looked at Yang Haoran, his expression now grave. “If I succeed in pursuing Han Lili, then I’ll introduce my mom to you, just like the rules in that post you mentioned.”
Yang Haoran felt a sense of relief upon hearing the first part, but his eyes widened in shock at the latter. He stared at Wei Ming in disbelief, exclaiming, “Xiao Mingzi, are you crazy? Why on earth would you introduce your mom to me?”
“You don’t know?” Wei Ming was equally surprised. “If you didn’t know, why did you bring up that post yesterday?” Post?
Hearing this, Yang Haoran recalled something. After gaming with Wei Ming yesterday, they had discussed women, and he had indeed mentioned a post.
In the BDSM circle, he had once come across a post—a middle school student’s plea for help. The student said his parents were divorced, and his mother had found a new partner. According to his mother, after they married, she would send him to live with his biological father. Being infatuated with his mother, the student publicly shared his mother’s contact information on the post, asking someone to train her. He didn’t care how she was trained, as long as she wouldn’t leave him.
Based on the follow-up replies, a BDSM master had contacted him and taken a liking to his mother’s looks. After three months of training, his mother had acknowledged the master as her owner. Aside from occasionally being taken out by the master to be played with, or outright being trained and used like a bitch in their own home, his mother spent most of her time with him. She also promised not to seek another partner and to stay with him always.
The middle schooler was very satisfied with this outcome and even specially tagged the master in the post to express his gratitude.
Yang Haoran didn’t know whether the post was real or not, but he had indeed mentioned it to Wei Ming yesterday, even boasting that he himself was a training master in the BDSM circle. At the time, Wei Ming seemed skeptical. Now, bringing it up again, could it be that he actually believed it?
(For details, see Chapter 125).
Hmm… wait. Connecting the post’s content—the middle schooler’s mother complex, Wei Ming also having a mother complex, and the middle schooler’s mother finding a new partner—could it be that Wei Ming’s mother had also found a new partner?
“Xiao Mingzi, did your mom find you a stepdad?” Yang Haoran, unable to figure it out, decided to ask directly.
“Yeah.”
Wei Ming nodded. “My mom called me yesterday. She said a colleague at her company has been pursuing her for three years. The day before yesterday, he confessed to her publicly, and she accepted. She said if she marries him, she’ll move to his hometown with him. She asked for my thoughts.”
“How did you respond?” Yang Haoran pressed.
“What could I say? My mom had already accepted.”
Wei Ming smiled bitterly. “I was actually wondering how you knew about this.”
“I really didn’t know.”
Yang Haoran waved his hand. “I was just talking when we discussed it yesterday.”
“I see.”
Wei Ming fell into thought, then suddenly asked, “So, is it true what you said about being a BDSM training master?” Although outright admitting it might mean he could really get Wei Ming’s mother if Wei Ming succeeded with Han Lili, Yang Haoran had only been bragging at the time. Now that things were serious, he decided to be honest. If anyone could be called a BDSM training master, it might be his mentor. He was just a disciple.
“There’s no real way to judge titles like ‘training master.’ What I said was mostly true—I didn’t lie to you. Whether I qualify as a master is hard to say, but I have trained a few bitches. For example, Xiao Shaowan is one.”
Yang Haoran spoke truthfully.
Of course, he also had his own motives. Wei Ming’s mother was quite attractive, a charming and beautiful woman.
Hearing this, though Wei Ming knew Haozi likely wouldn’t lie to him now, the matter was important, so he still had doubts. “How about this: pick a time to prove that the class goddess Xiao Shaowan is your bitch. If you can prove it, I’ll believe you. If I succeed with Han Lili, I’ll introduce my mom to you as my way of repaying you. I get Han Lili, and if you succeed, my mom won’t find some stepdad and leave me. This deal isn’t a loss for you. Since we’re brothers, if you really have the skills, I’ll let you be that ‘cheap dad.’ How about it?” Wei Ming was straightforward and earnest, a man of his word, and Yang Haoran knew it. Seeing him so resolved, Yang Haoran said, “Alright, I’ll help you pursue Han Lili and guarantee you win the beauty. As for proof, I’ll show you tomorrow.”
“Speaking of which, Xiao Mingzi, how can you even suggest this? Aren’t you into your mom? How could you have such an idea?”
“Anyone can watch those mother-son incest videos, but who would actually dare to do it with their own mom? Besides, I’m just into my mom—I’m not a pervert.”
Wei Ming explained.
Then I guess I’m the pervert… Yang Haoran inwardly muttered.
Their whispered conversation went unnoticed in the noisy classroom, especially since they sat in the back row, invisible to most.
As time passed, the class bell rang, and students settled into their seats.
Soon, the homeroom teacher, Gu Qingying, appeared at the classroom door. She wore light makeup, her expression dignified and elegant, as captivating as ever. Dressed in a purple gown, her curvaceous figure was accentuated perfectly by the dress.
Behind her followed a girl with exquisitely perfect features: an oval face, bright eyes, white teeth, red lips, and a fine nose—a flawless beauty, stunning and breathtaking.
She wore a snow-white long dress, her aura as pure and sacred as a blooming snow lotus, untouched by dust or impurity.
As the two stood at the podium, the girl’s beauty left the class in utter silence.
Yang Haoran was stunned. It was her! A girl he could never forget after just one glance. He had seen her at school before, but in the blink of an eye, she had vanished like a dream, elusive in the crowd.
He remembered their first encounter: amidst a bustling crowd, the young girl dressed in plain white, elegant as an orchid, tall and striking—standing out prominently, breathtakingly beautiful.
(For details, see Chapter 24. Many readers found Xiao Shaowan’s appearance sudden, but foreshadowing had long been laid. Her true identity—some readers might have guessed it.)