Yang Haoran was full, yet under his mother’s authoritative pressure, he forced down another bowl, finally settling the meal.
Just when Yang Haoran thought it was over, Liu Ruoxi, while clearing the dishes, casually dropped a line: “Go kneel in the living room. Wait for me to finish cleaning up.”
Seeing her son’s miserable face, Liu Ruoxi said kindly, “Don’t worry, even if this meal hadn’t pissed me off, you wouldn’t have escaped this beating. Better be sensible about it.”
Yang Haoran finally understood. This was the settling of accounts his mother had mentioned at noon. He thoughtζ²εε° (sorrowfully) to himself, at least it’s humaneβwaiting until Iβve slept and eaten my fill before beating me.
Like a condemned prisoner walking to his execution, Yang Haoran strode resolutely to the side of the living room sofa and knelt down with the determination of one facing death.
Moments later, his mother walked over holding a whip. The whip looked all too familiar. Wasn’t this the SM discipline prop whip he had bought with his mother?
He hadn’t even had the chance to use it to discipline and spank his mother yet. How the tables had turnedβnow it was his turn.
“My dear mother, surely notβ¦ surely notβ¦ really, it’s not necessaryβ¦ I beg youβ¦ Momβ¦ Momβ¦ Oww, Mom⦔
Seeing his mother getting closer, Yang Haoran quickly begged for mercy, yet he couldn’t avoid the whip that cut through the airβ
It landed on his back. Though his shirt lessened the blow, and it was a specially made fetish whip, it still hurt like hell~
Yang Haoran felt utterly helpless, on the verge of tears!
“What are all these howls and cries for? Kneel properly!”
Seeing her son trying to dodge, Liu Ruoxi’s willow-like eyebrows shot up in anger. Under his mother’s authoritative pressure, Yang Haoran was forced to grit his teeth and endure over a dozen lashes, grimacing in pain. He secretly vowed to repay her in kind next time he got the chance.
After disciplining her son, Liu Ruoxi lifted his shirt and glanced at his back. Seeing only a few faint red marks, she felt relieved.
This was also why she had chosen to use the whip. It hurt like hell, but it wouldn’t leave marks or damage the skin.
“Alright, go back to sleep. Don’t cause any trouble tonight.”
Liu Ruoxi sent her son upstairs to his room to sleep, her tone surprisingly gentle.
She didn’t necessarily want to beat her son, but recently, Yang Haoran had been getting more and more out of hand, and she had no choice but to teach him a lesson.
After Yang Haoran returned to his room and lay on the bed, his back didn’t hurt much. Aside from the first few lashes, which were delivered with real force, the subsequent dozen or so were clearly pulled.
He wasn’t an unreasonable person. He planned to give his mother the same treatment when he had the chanceβif she beat his back, he would whip her plump, fair, peach-like buttocks, and he’d make sure she was naked when he did it.
After indulging in this fantasy, Yang Haoran felt a bit better. He had to admit, self-comfort was really effective. He took out his phone and contacted Aunt Shen.
Yang Haoran: “Aunt Shen, Mom said you can get medicine that enhances male sexual function? Really?”
Inside Shen Qing’s villa, in the second-floor master bedroom, faint, sensual moans could be heard.
On the luxurious, ornate bed, two enticing naked bodies were rolling between the sheets. Their skin, white as snow, was delicate and flawless. Both women had stunning figures, their snowy breasts pressed tightly together, squeezing into lewd pancakes of flesh, their mouths and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss. This salacious scene was enough to make one’s blood boil and desire rage!
Looking closer, both women had swan-like, pale necks adorned with collar chains. Shen Qing’s black collar had a heart-shaped hole in the middle, edged with golden metal. The leather was stamped with beautiful, subtle red patterns, like lovely budsηΉηΌ (dotting) the leather, along with three capital letters: SHQ, corresponding to her initials.
Tang Wenqian wore a similar collar, but it was gray, also stamped with three capital letters: TWQ, corresponding to her name.
The silver chains of their collars lay scattered across the large bed, lacking their master’s firm grasp to control themβa true pity.
Opposite the extravagant bed, a high-mounted camera was recording this obscene and alluring scene.
Until the phone on the bedside table emitted a special message notification tone, disturbing everything. This was a sound Shen Qing had set only for special contactsβaside from her close friend Liu Ruoxi, it was for Yang Haoran.
“Wait a moment, Wenqian.”
Shen Qing pushed aside Tang Wenqian’s soft, snow-white body, picked up her phone, and saw Yang Haoran’s message.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly into a captivating, alluring smile. As she typed a reply to Yang Haoran, she instructed Tang Wenqian: “Wenqian, turn off the camera, get dressed, and go back to sleep. That’s enough for now.”
She was naturally not a lesbian; this erotic scene was purely a whim, recorded for Yang Haoran’s enjoyment.
Meanwhile, on the other end, a message popped up on Yang Haoran’s phone.
Aunt Shen: “Little Ranran, are youθΎθ (suffering from kidney deficiency)? (Smiley face)”
Yang Haoran: “No, Aunt Shen. I just want to be stronger in that area. Mom said you can get it? Really?”
At this moment, Yang Haoran had no other thoughts, no mood for flirtation. His utmost concern right now was whether Aunt Shen could acquire that black-tech-like potion.
This concerned his future sexual happinessβa truly major life event!