Liu Ruoxi’s face grew even more flushed. She turned her head slightly away and spoke with a composed demeanor, “Your father mentioned it before. Your mother thought it was unhealthy to hire from outside, so we didn’t.”
Aside from that main reason, there was actually another secondary one: during her lactation period, Liu Ruoxi produced an abundant amount of breast milk, enough to meet the nutritional needs of both Yang Haoran and Yang Mengyao. Otherwise, if there hadn’t been enough milk, they would have had no choice but to hire a wet nurse before the children were weaned.
Bringing this up reminded Liu Ruoxi of a minor incident. She recalled how Shen Qing had once been brimming with curiosity and wanted to feed Haoran herself. Unable to refuse Shen Qing’s insistence, Liu Ruoxi eventually agreed.
Liu Ruoxi said, “If we’re talking about wet nurses, Shen Qing could be considered one. She also breastfed you.”
“She just enjoyed teasing you and loved seeing your shy reactions.” As Liu Ruoxi spoke, she also began to laugh. She remembered how, back then, her son was mischievous but still utterly adorable.
Liu Ruoxi admonished, “So, I can’t control what happens between you two, but you must show her respect!”
Due to the Fallen Angel game, Liu Ruoxi had no way to stop her close friend Shen Qing from completing her missions.
Aunt Shen even breastfed me!
Yang Haoran fell into deep thought. He and Shiwen were indeed the same age, meaning that during his infancy, Aunt Shen had also been in her lactation period.
That being the case, Shen Qing could be considered his foster mother—no wonder she had always been so good to him!
Thoughts raced through Yang Haoran’s mind, and he explained to his mother, “Mom, I always respect Aunt Shen in daily life. It’s just that Aunt Shen has an M fetish, as you know. She enjoys having me discipline her.”
“Aunt Shen proactively acknowledged me as her master, so I had no choice but to take on the responsibilities of ownership—training Aunt Shen to become my bitch.”
“Aside from when we’re playing those kinds of games, I don’t necessarily obey her every word, but I mostly let her have her way.”
“Alright, alright, alright… as if you’re innocent!”
Liu Ruoxi shot her son a disdainful glance and retorted, “Do you dare say you don’t enjoy it?”
Yang Haoran chuckled. “Mom, you have to understand me. With Aunt Shen’s exquisitely beautiful face and her figure—she could easily be compared to Su Daji from ancient times. Even King Zhou couldn’t resist her. Now that she’s willingly chosen to be my sex slave, how could anyone possibly hold back?”
Liu Ruoxi: “…”
She didn’t know whether to blame her son or her best friend. Both sides seemed to have a point. The two of them—a lustful man and a wanton woman—were a match made in heaven, while she, as the mother, felt almost like an outsider.
Liu Ruoxi let out a long sigh. Seeing she couldn’t win the argument with her son, she changed her approach. “Regardless, in the future, when you play those kinds of games, don’t go too far. Otherwise, should I introduce Shen Qing to another man?”
She was referring to the incident where Yang Haoran made Shen Qing drink his urine. However, her son didn’t know that Shen Qing had already told her about it, so she phrased it subtly.
“Ah! Mom, are you threatening me?”
Yang Haoran was startled by his mother’s words.
“What? Are you the only one allowed to threaten me? Does it seem despicable when I threaten you?”
Liu Ruoxi looked at her son with contempt. She wouldn’t actually introduce another man to her best friend and cuckold her own son—it was mainly because Yang Haoran’s innocent facade irritated her.
If it weren’t for her mediation, how could her best friend Shen Qing have ended up in this situation?
Given her son’s previous tendency to have lewd desires but lack the courage to act on them, Shen Qing would have only teased him verbally without taking things further.
In this regard, it was Liu Ruoxi’s encouragement that led to the current situation—something Yang Haoran was completely unaware of.
If Yang Haoran had remained all talk and no action as before, Shen Qing certainly wouldn’t have entrusted herself to him and would have only regarded him as a dear junior.
Without Liu Ruoxi’s assistance, it was possible that Shen Qing, unable to restrain her desires, might have carefully selected a master from outside, and Yang Haoran would never have had a chance.
Faced with his mother’s scornful gaze, Yang Haoran could only pretend to agree. After all, when he was training Aunt Shen, his mother wouldn’t know. He changed the subject, saying, “Mom, since the two of you are so close and you care about her so much, why not let me show you some respect right now?”
As he spoke, his hand under the water slapped his mother’s large breast, a gesture full of humiliation.
He knew that as long as he didn’t cross his mother’s bottom line, lightly humiliating her wouldn’t lead to serious consequences.
With the water cushioning the blow, Liu Ruoxi didn’t feel much pain. She glanced sideways at her son and said calmly, “We’ll talk about it when I can no longer control you.”
That contemptuous look fueled Yang Haoran’s desire, making the cock between his legs swell unbearably. Watching his mother’s full, glossy, and noble red lips part as she spoke, he felt his mouth water and a surge of lust rise within him.
“What are you trying to do?”
Faced with her son’s intense gaze, Liu Ruoxi felt a sense of foreboding. At the same time, Yang Haoran firmly squeezed his mother’s large breast, causing her to part her red lips slightly and let out a pained cry. Seizing the opportunity, he forced a kiss onto her, plunging into her mouth and eagerly seeking out her tender, delicate tongue…
“Mmph… let… mmm~ go…”
Caught off guard, Liu Ruoxi fell victim to her son’s advance. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she pushed against him with all her strength, trying to shove him away.
Liu Ruoxi strongly resisted kissing Yang Haoran like lovers. The sensation of the kiss filled her with extreme shame, and the taboo feeling of mother-son incest seemed to seep into her heart through her son’s tongue.
The battle inside their mouths was intense—one pursuing, the other fleeing. Soon, Liu Ruoxi’s delicate tongue was trapped, leaving her with no escape as she could only let out muffled whimpers. Yang Haoran tangled with and sucked on his mother’s sweet nectar, greedily demanding more of her soft, fragrant tongue, producing lewd, wet sounds.
Schlick… schlick…
“Mmph… let go… mmm… Haoran… release me… mmmph…”
Liu Ruoxi struggled, pounding her son’s shoulders with force, but Yang Haoran remained as immovable as a stone statue, fully savoring his mother’s tongue. He swallowed her sweet saliva down his throat with eager gulps, consumed by insatiable desire.