After returning to his room, Yang Haoran considered giving up on that idea for the time being. Mom and Dad probably couldn’t go back to how they were before anyway, so there was no need for him to push Mom too hard, lest he provoke a backlash.
Mom was just being stubborn with her words now; in reality, she had gradually accepted her role as his sex slave. She could even be considered a somewhat obedient bitch now. When he sexually abused her, as long as he didn’t go too far, she didn’t get as angry as she used to.
Of course, this was only in private.
In daily life, Yang Haoran felt it was better not to act arrogantly like a petty man. Mom could turn against him at any time.
Another hour or so passed, and the sound of Mom’s car came from outside the villa. Hearing the noise upstairs, Yang Haoran hurried downstairs to greet her. As the door opened, he welcomed her with a smiling face: “Mother, you’re back.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her fawning son, then saw her husband coming out of the bedroom. She let out a faint “Mm” in response.
The couple simply nodded slightly at each other.
Afterward, Liu Ruoxi went straight up to the second floor, with Yang Haoran closely following behind. Pretending to be casual, he asked, “Mom, where did you go so late?”
Hearing her son’s interrogative question, Liu Ruoxi knew what he was thinking. She said indifferently, “I went to see your Aunt Shen. If you don’t believe me, you can go ask her.”
“I believe you… of course I believe you… Mom, look at how you’re talking!”
Yang Haoran immediately felt relieved and cheerfully tried to follow her into her bedroom.
“Go back to sleep.”
Liu Ruoxi pressed her hand against the doorframe, preventing her son from entering.
Facing his mother’s intense gaze, Yang Haoran had no choice but to give up. Instead, he asked, “Mom, when are you going to accompany me for the thing you promised?”
Only then did Liu Ruoxi realize what he meant. She had thought he was in the mood again, but it turned out he was concerned about this matter.
“Sunday.”
The words slipped from Liu Ruoxi’s full, vermilion lips, and then she directly closed the door.
The door separated mother and son. Yang Haoran rubbed his nose. Actually, he had already considered that Mom couldn’t possibly be so absurd as to ask for leave to accompany him to Aunt Shen’s estate for a depraved mother-son escapade.
Fortunately, he had a backup plan. The day after tomorrow, Friday, he and his sister had already asked for leave to book a hotel room, which didn’t conflict with Sunday.
Previously, when they asked for leave, their homeroom teacher Gu Qingying would notify Mom. But now that Teacher Gu had become his nominal “mistress,” there were naturally no more obstacles.
Thinking of this, Yang Haoran returned to his room in high spirits. Now that the specific time was confirmed, he felt reassured.
Should he invite Aunt Shen to join them?
Suddenly, this idea popped into Yang Haoran’s mind, and his breathing instantly quickened. Having Mom and Aunt Shen servilely kneeling between his legs like bitches to serve him had been his long-cherished desire for years.
The thought made him recall the only time it had happened: Mom and Aunt Shen taking turns—one sucking his cock while the other licked his scrotum. The scene had been utterly debauched, and he had immensely enjoyed it, still reminiscing about it to this day.
Yang Haoran felt that Aunt Shen wouldn’t refuse him if he invited her. The only problem was, what if Mom felt too ashamed to be led around like a bitch in front of her best friend Aunt Shen and refused to agree?
Speaking of which, Aunt Shen was also extremely interested in Mom being a bitch. He wondered if Mom had sent Aunt Shen the explicit photos of her as a bitch from last time for her to enjoy. Yang Haoran felt he needed to clarify this.
If Mom had sent them, it meant she might not mind Aunt Shen seeing her in such a degraded state.
If not, then it would be troublesome.
Yang Haoran took out his phone and sent a message to Aunt Shen.
“Aunt Shen, I took some photos when I was disciplining Mom at home last time. Did Mom send them to you?”
Yang Haoran waited anxiously.
On the other side, Shen Qing had just returned home not long ago. As soon as she entered, her son asked where she had been—keeping an even closer eye on her than Little Haoran did.
She knew, of course, that this was something Little Haoran had tasked her son with, essentially making him Little Haoran’s spy. So she didn’t hide it and gave a brief explanation.
Then, regardless of whether her son believed her or not, she returned to her bedroom. Not long after, she received Yang Haoran’s message.
Shen Qing: “Why are you asking this?”
Seeing her reply, Yang Haoran briefly explained the reason. He never hid anything from Aunt Shen—even the matter about Yaoyao was known to her.
Shen Qing: “Ruoxi sent them to me. I’ll accompany you on Sunday. I’ll talk to Ruoxi about it.”
Actually, Liu Ruoxi had already shared this “mission” with her. Even if Little Haoran hadn’t brought it up, she had planned to go. After all, photos were nowhere near as thrilling as seeing it live.
Yang Haoran was extremely surprised by Aunt Shen’s reply. This was different from what he had expected. How could Mom be willing to share such shameful photos with Aunt Shen? It didn’t seem right!
As he pondered, a sudden thought flashed through his mind, and everything clicked into place. He had mentioned it offhand back then, and Mom had agreed to send them to Aunt Shen. That made sense—Mom always kept her promises.
What a praiseworthy quality! Yang Haoran immediately felt elated. Now that Aunt Shen had taken on the task of persuading Mom, he was filled with anticipation for Sunday.
After exchanging some “sweet nothings” with Aunt Shen, Yang Haoran contacted Ji Youxi to nurture their relationship, boastfully mentioning the delightful affair planned for Sunday.
Ji Youxi asked him to take a video and send it to her then. Yang Haoran happily agreed, and then they discussed when he would introduce her to his mom—her future mother-in-law.
After some discussion, they settled on next Tuesday after school.
Then, Ji Youxi sent Yang Haoran explicit photos and videos of her future mother-in-law. As he masturbated while watching them, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the auntie. Those enormous breasts he coveted were actually being used by Ji Youxi to mop the floor—both depraved and thrilling.
Fortunately, the floor was made of smooth tiles, so the auntie’s fair, tender skin remained unharmed. Otherwise, Yang Haoran would have been genuinely heartbroken—after all, those were his in the future!
There were also various other videos and photos, mostly recordings of Ji Youxi disciplining her mother. The auntie’s wanton behavior during the discipline shocked Yang Haoran. When he had visited their home, the auntie had seemed both dignified and elegant. Well-maintained, her smooth skin was like a peeled hard-boiled egg—tender and alluring, like a noblewoman.
Who would have thought that, in private, she had been trained into a shameless breeding bitch?
Appearances truly were deceiving!
After reaching a state of post-climax clarity, Yang Haoran quickly closed the videos. The scenes were far too stimulating and could be considered premium material.
There were plenty of videos online of women being disciplined, but it was rare to find ones where the female lead was truly beautiful. Moreover, the auntie’s enormous breasts were the largest Yang Haoran had ever seen—a rare specimen.
After finishing his conversation with Ji Youxi, Yang Haoran immediately responded to Aunt He’s messages.
Having too many women was also a kind of trouble.
Since being discharged from the hospital, Yang Haoran hadn’t visited Aunt He. During his hospitalization, she had specially visited him with a basket of flowers and fruits.
Aunt He had suggested that the elder family member—Aunt Shen—return home while she stayed at the hospital to take care of him. Yang Haoran had refused, citing that she still needed to prepare three meals a day for Wei Ming.
After reassuring Aunt He, Yang Haoran was about to end the conversation and turn off the lights to sleep when Aunt He suddenly sent another message.
He Muchen: “I told Xiao Ming to invite you over for lunch after school. Did he ask you?”
Reading this message, Yang Haoran’s eyes widened like copper bells. Well then! Xiao Mingzi, you double-crossing little shit! He did ask, but… how should he put it? The way he asked didn’t feel right.
Yang Haoran deliberated, unsure how to respond for a moment. Clearly, Aunt He suspected that Wei Ming hadn’t invited him, which was why he hadn’t gone.
In reality, Wei Ming had asked, but it couldn’t really be considered a proper invitation. It was all rather convoluted.
Yang Haoran: “Aunt He, are you worried that Xiao Ming has noticed something?”
He could only sidestep the issue.
He Muchen: “I’m a little worried. Has Xiao Ming figured something out? Sometimes when I ask about you, he seems reluctant to answer.”
Yang Haoran: “It’s fine, Aunt He. The two of us are truly in love. Xiao Ming will understand. Besides, you might be overthinking it.”
He Muchen: “I hope so.”
From her message, Yang Haoran could sense that Aunt He seemed somewhat down, clearly worried that their affair would be exposed.
Yang Haoran comforted her for a while before finally saying, “I’ll come over tomorrow. Prepare a meal and wait for me.”
After getting Aunt He’s reply, Yang Haoran gritted his teeth in frustration at Xiao Mingzi. Without even guessing, he knew that Aunt He had surely prepared sumptuous meals over the past few days, eagerly awaiting his visit. Yet all of it had been ruined by Xiao Mingzi.
Xiao Mingzi… you fucking little bastard! Prepare to face judgment tomorrow!
Yang Haoran muttered these words in his mind as he drifted off to sleep, his consciousness gradually fading away…