The private hot spring room was spacious, featuring a separate changing area at the back with sections for both men and women.
After Mother took the bathrobe and went into the changing room, Yang Haoran undressed by the edge of the hot spring pool, keeping only his boxer briefs on, and stepped into the warm, soothing water via the built-in steps.
Swirling, misty steam enveloped him, and romantic rose petals floated around him in the water. After closing the curtains, the dim lighting created an intimate and suggestive atmosphere.
Yang Haoran picked up a rose petal and inhaled its rich, fragrant aroma, which lifted his spirits and pleased his senses. He guessed this was a hot spring room designed for women, as it was quite tastefully arranged.
The ocean hot spring had a slight salty taste and a distinct marine scent, setting it apart from regular hot springs. Ocean hot springs were known to have therapeutic effects on respiratory diseases, skin conditions, and arthritis, and were also believed to help regulate endocrine function and boost immunity.
Yang Haoran relaxed semi-reclined at the edge of the pool, immersed in the water. He felt a warm, cozy sensation all over his body as the heated water gently lapped around his shoulders, causing the rose petals to sway with the ripples.
The depth of the pool ranged from approximately 0.8 to 1.2 meters, shallower at the edges and deeper in the center. At his current spot, the water reached only his lower abdomen when standing, and when semi-reclined, it rose just to his shoulders.
The warm, enveloping sensation was naturally sleep-inducing. Yang Haoran waited with growing anticipation. After about five or six minutes, Liu Ruoxi, draped in a red bathrobe, walked gracefully and lightly toward the hot spring.
From Yang Haoranโs perspective, Motherโs thin bathrobe appeared almost illusory, clinging to her jade-like body. Her ample breasts swayed with each step, creating waves of movement, while her narrow waistline, curving like a gourd, was exquisitely slender. Paired with the pronounced curve of her hips, the sight instinctively made one hold their breath and set hearts racing.
It was nothing short of perfect. Especially her semi-revealing red gauze bathrobe, which seemed as though it could slip off her body at any moment.
Her glistening skin and her curvaceous figure, undulating with her movements, evoked a desire to get close and taste her sweetness, as if the image could be planted in oneโs heart, taking root and sprouting.
What Yang Haoran found regrettable was that the red bathrobe was not transparentโnot even semi-transparent. If it were that seductive fox Shen Yi, he believed she would undoubtedly wear a see-through red gauze bathrobe to stir his desires.
โMother, your figure is so sexy.โ
Watching Mother step into the hot spring with her delicate, crystalline feet, Yang Haoran praised her with wolfish ambition. Liu Ruoxi shot him a dismissive glance. Seeing her son soaking on the south side, she chose a spot on the north side. The hot spring pool was oval-shaped, covering an area of over twenty square meters, making it incredibly spacious.
Wispy steam rose andๅผฅๆผซ in the air, eventually being drawn into the exhaust vent on the ceiling, creating a hazy, aesthetic visual.
โMom, why are you so far away from me?โ
Seeing Mother on the opposite side, Yang Haoran was dissatisfied. Abandoning his comfortable position, he actively swam toward her. The red rose petals parted with his movement, creating a path through the water leading straight to Liu Ruoxiโs location.
Watching her son swim over, Liu Ruoxi seemed to have anticipated it. Her expression remained calm and unreadable as she ignored him, adjusting her reclining posture instead. She lazily half-closed her phoenix eyes. Under the shimmering mist, her stunning face resembled that of a sleeping beauty. Her exquisitely flawless oval face carried a faint blush, dazzling like a new moon over a deep abyss. Her crimson lip gloss shimmered with a captivating, poppy-like glow. Her elegant and composed nobleๆฐ่ดจ made one feel unworthy and hesitant to defile her…
Seeing Motherโs lazy demeanor, Yang Haoran momentarily didnโt dare disturb her. He leaned close to her side, stealthily gazing at her breathtaking profile. The more he looked, the more his heart raced, and desire gradually ignited in his eyes. His gaze drifted downward, following her fair and delicate swan-like neck. The slightly open collar of her bathrobe revealed a tantalizing glimpse of springtime beauty, like two majestic, towering peaks layered upon each other, magnificent and grand, forming a perfect M-shaped curve. Her towering breasts were full and round, with skin so fine and fair it seemed to glow, resembling polished mutton-fat jade with an enchanting radiance, creating a deep, captivating cleavage that was tight and long, as if even a thin piece of paper could hardly slip between them.
The pool water reached only just below Liu Ruoxiโs voluptuous chest, causing large areas of her snow-white, splendid spring scenery to sway with the waterโs surface. The rippling water, along with the sight, captivated Yang Haoranโs soul. He couldnโt help but silently swallow hard.
The soft sound of his swallowing was like a bonfire in the silent night of the hot spring, drawing attention. Liu Ruoxi opened her eyes and noticed her sonโs lustful gaze. She scolded, โDidnโt you come here to soak in the hot spring?โ
โMom, I am soaking right now,โ Yang Haoran replied in a wronged tone.
โThen where are your eyes looking?โ
โItโs not my fault, Mom. Your breasts are so beautiful; who could resist taking an extra look?โ
โIsnโt that clearly victim-blaming?โ
Liu Ruoxi found it somewhat amusing. โWith the bathrobe covering me, how much can you actually see?โ
Hearing Motherโs words, Yang Haoranโs mind stirred. He่ฏๆขed, โMom, if you took off the bathrobeโฆ Ah, it hurts, it hurtsโฆ Mom, let go quicklyโฆโ
Before Yang Haoran could finish his sentence, Mother had already grabbed his ear and gave it a slight tug, causing him to grimace in pain.
Under Yang Haoranโs pleas for mercy, Liu Ruoxi quickly released him. Her expression was calm as she stared at her son, implying, โDo you feel the pain now?โ
โI do, Mom. Why did you use so much force?โ
Yang Haoran held his ear,ๅๅพ moving away from Mother, afraid of suffering again.
Hearing her sonโs shameless words, Liu Ruoxi said angrily, โHow do you treat your mother? And you still have the nerve to say that?โ
Only then did Yang Haoran understand what Mother was referring to, leaving him speechless. He stammered, โIโฆ didnโt do it on purpose eitherโฆโ His voice grew softer, clearly lacking confidence.
โCome hereโฆโ Liu Ruoxiโs brows fur slightly็ฑ, her tone slightly cold. Yang Haoran cautiously moved closer to Mother. Liu Ruoxi pulled his hand away from his ear, glanced at his reddened ear, and gently soothing it. โIf the pain isnโt on you, you donโt feel it, do you?โ
Despite her reproachful words, Liu Ruoxiโs actions were tender.
Yang Haoran muttered under his breath, โIt belongs to me anyway.โ
Hearing this, Liu Ruoxi was so angry she wanted to twist his ear again. Incorrigibleโhe deserved to suffer.
After this incident, Yang Haoran, aware he had misspoken, began massaging Motherโs shoulders. After two or three minutes, his determination unchanged, he said, โMom, take off the bathrobe, please?โ
Liu Ruoxi, half-closing her phoenix eyes, enjoyed her sonโs attentions. Upon hearing his request, she replied calmly, โHavenโt you seen it plenty of times already? Whatโs so interesting about it?โ
Hearing that Motherโs refusal was no longer firm, Yang Haoran felt a surge of joy, growing more certain in his็ๆต. He massaged Motherโs fragrant shoulders and neck even more diligently,่ฎจๅฅฝing, โMother, your humble servant could never tire of looking. Please take it off, Mom.โ
Liu Ruoxi rolled her eyes at her son. โYou still know Iโm your mother? Wouldnโt it be a joke if I took it off?โ
Yang Haoran felt no shame. โHeheโฆ Youโre my mother, but that doesnโt change the fact that youโre also my woman.โ
Liu Ruoxi: โโฆโ
Seeing Mother silent, Yang Haoranโs eyes shifted craftily. He attempted to manipulate her: โMom, I grew up drinking your milk. Your large breasts naturally belong to your son.โ
Hearing her sonโs shameless words, Liu Ruoxi instinctively touched her lower abdomen, as if่ฝๆๅๅฐ a small life growing inside. She wasnโt as angry anymoreโshe had grown accustomed to it. She saidๆทกๆทกly, โBy your twisted logic, if you had a younger brother, shouldnโt Mother belong to him instead?โ
โThatโs different. The eldest son takes precedence,โ Yang Haoran stated็ๆๅฝ็ถly.
โHeheโฆโ Liu Ruoxiๅท็ฌed.
Yang Haoran remembered something and said, โMom, Dad has those kinds of thoughts about you. When he comes back, you mustnโt sleep with him. That would be cuckolding your son.โ
โEven if Mother has children in the future, they should be mine.โ
โWhat do you take me for?โ
Liu Ruoxi said coldly, โYour plaything? Or a breeding machine?โ