Yang Haoran didn’t expect his mother to react so strongly and quickly apologized, “Mom, that’s not what I meant. I just don’t want Dad to touch you again. I love you, son, which is why I want to have you all to myself.”
Liu Ruoxi felt a headache coming on from Yang Haoran’s shameless words. She sighed and said, “If only you weren’t my biological son!”
“Mother, why would you say that?” Yang Haoran responded with an awkward smile.
“Then I could just beat you to death without a second thought.”
Hearing his mother’s words, spoken through gritted teeth, a chill ran down Yang Haoran’s spine. He felt both relieved and terrifiedโthankful that he was, in fact, her biological son.
“Alright… that’s enough.”
Liu Ruoxi took a deep breath and told her son to stop. A blue screen materialized before her retinas. After the last mission failed, the progress of her Serum Curse had accumulated to one-third, simultaneously unlocking a new mission.
ใThe Adulterous Woman: Special Mission!ใ
Mission Sequence 01: Completed.
Mission Sequence 02: Completed.
Mission Sequence 03: Completed.
Mission Sequence 04: Mission Failed!
Mission Sequence 05: Player Liu Ruoxi must seduce the Controller and have intercourse with him while he is in a conscious state, ensuring he ejaculates inside her. Reward: 60 points.
Time Limit: 7 days.
After the failure of Mission 04, Sequence Mission 05 was rolled back to the difficulty level of Mission 03, with the loophole patched.
Clearly, the Fallen Angel system did not want to give up on the player. Moreover, after the mission failure, to prevent Liu Ruoxi from developing psychological resistance, the system readjusted the mission difficulty to a lower level, attempting to gradually tame her again through tasks that escalated from easy to hard.
Psychologically, when a person fails an extremely difficult challenge, if they are faced with an even more daunting task next time, they will subconsciously resist and fear it, unwilling to proceed. By having her retrace a challenge she had already completed to rebuild her confidence and offering richer rewards, everything could be brought back on track!
It was like boiling a frog in warm water. Liu Ruoxi had long been aware of the true nature of the Fallen Angel game. This was also why she had struggled internally for so long before finally deciding, after waking up yesterday, to take the pregnancy potion.
The credit for all this groundwork undeniably went to Shen Qing’s persuasion and companionship. Yang Haoran was completely unaware that Shen Qing had helped him preserve his first childโa child that was the fruit of his union with his mother.
“Turn around.”
Liu Ruoxi spoke softly.
“Ah…” Yang Haoran was initially confused, unsure what his mother meant. But upon seeing her evasive gaze, he quickly understood. His face flushed with excitement as he turned his back to her. “I’m ready, Mom.”
After the sound of rippling water, a red sheer gauze slid onto the water’s surface, dancing among the red rose petals. In an instant, the scene was filled with alluring beauty, and an indescribably intimate atmosphere quietly arose.
“Mom… are you ready?”
Yang Haoran asked insincerely, his body already turning around. Amid the rising mist, a beautiful silhouette appeared hazy and dreamlike, like an ethereal painting of a fairy bathingโboth mesmerizing and blood-stirring.
Liu Ruoxi’s jet-black hair, smooth as satin, cascaded down her elegant, snow-white back. Her fair skin glistened with a dewy radiance, glowing with a captivating luster likeๅ่็ฝ็ (congealed fat and white jade).
Following the curve of her graceful, pale back downward, her slender waist was so fine it seemed as if it could be encompassed with a single handโwillowy and supple as if boneless. Then, it dramatically curved outward on both sides, like a rollercoaster’s thrilling rise and fall, outlining a plump, pert, and voluptuous peach-like buttocks.
Her beautiful back, slender waist, and peach buttocks blended together in perfect golden proportions, sketching the silhouette of a peerless temptress capable of making one’s blood boil and desire burn.
Immersed in the hot spring, the clear water offered a glimpse of Liu Ruoxi’s round, full buttocksโplump, firm, and้ซ้ซ่ธ็ซ (towering proudly) behind her. Her smooth skin was moreๆถ่น (sparkling and translucent) than winter snow, supple and radiating an่ฏฑๆๅ (alluring temptation) that stirred primal desires. The rising steam around her enveloped her shapely, abundant peach buttocks like clouds and mist, as ifไผๆๆงๆ (myriad stars surrounding the moon), adding an ethereal quality to her voluptuous figure.
The reflection in the water outlined the two towering peaks of Liu Ruoxi’s frontโbreasts so high and firm they stood proudly without the slightest sag,ๅ ช็งฐๅฎ็พๆ ็ (could be called flawless like the world’s most dazzling treasures). Two delectably rosy beans were perfectly positioned atop the snowy summits. Their vibrant color and tender, pink form resembled fresh, mouthwatering cherries, making one’s mouth water and thirst intensify, yearning to take them into one’s mouth and savor their delicious taste.
Yet those two tender, vibrant jewels stood proudly atop the mist-shrouded snowy peaks. No warrior unrecognized by her could hope to scale the perilous summits and claim the nurtured rubies for his own.
“Mom!”
Yang Haoran’s breathing grew rapid. Unable to restrain himself, he embraced Liu Ruoxi’s slender, willowy waist. He gently kissed her long, snow-white neck, inhaling the subtle, elegant fragrance from her dark hair and the rich, mature scent unique to a woman of her years.
Simultaneously, he stepped forward and thrust his hips, pressing against the plump crevice of her buttocks through his thin boxers. The soft,ๅผนๅผน (springy), and่็ปต็ปต (fleshy) sensation made him tremble with pleasure.
“Mom, you belong to me. I want to possess you forever!”
Yang Haoran whispered obsessively into his mother’s ear. As ifๅฎฃ่ชไป็ๆๆๆ (declaring his ownership), one of his hands, which had been holding her waist, boldly and without hindrance ascended to conquer the perilous snowy peak. His middle and index fingers pinched and teasingly rubbed the vibrant, enticing cherry.
Liu Ruoxi’s body shuddered. Two brilliant evening blushes spread across her exquisite cheeks. Her son’s domineering words made her both shy and angry. She pressed her fair, delicate hand over his, which was wantonly kneading her nipple, and said through gritted teeth, “If you weren’t my son, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t even dare to think about it.”