Both mother and son fell into silence. After a moment, Yang Haoran finally asked, “Mom, will you listen to me?”
His heart was filled with extreme anxiety at this moment. He had already realized that using force against his mother would not workβshe had always been more responsive to softness than hardness, unlike Teacher Gu, who yielded easily. This was precisely why he had apologized immediately after hitting her.
On one hand, whipping his mother had made his attitude clear. On the other hand, after apologizing, he wanted to give her time to reflectβto make her consider whether, as her son and also her master, she should submit to him like Aunt Shen.
The current state of Aunt Shen had become the standard by which his mother measured herself. If she agreed, he might even eventually lock her in a dog cage or, just as he had trained Xiao Shaowan, lead her by a leash to lick food from a dish, truly treating her like a bitch.
The opportunity created by Aunt Shen had also mentally prepared his mother to some extent. Now was the best time to make his move.
Liu Ruoxi remained silent for a while. She knew that even if she refused now, it would be meaningless. The relationship between mother and son had reached a point where their cards were laid bare on the table. Her son’s renewed pressure felt like being roasted over a fire, forcing her to make a choice.
“Hao… Haoran, Mom can agree to be your bitch in private,” Liu Ruoxi said, lowering her head to prevent her son from seeing her shameful expression, though her tone remained clear and distinct. “I know what you want Mom to become, and I can satisfy you, just like your Aunt Shen. But only if you agree to one condition?”
Yang Haoran’s face lit up with joy, his breathing growing rapid as he eagerly asked, “What condition?”
“Only in private, no matter what. This is Mom’s bottom line.”
Liu Ruoxi endured the shame in her heartβshe understood the significance of what she had just said.
“Deal! You said it yourself, Mother. I agree to your condition. From now on, you are my bitch.”
Yang Haoran broke into a foolish grin, immediately accepting his mother’s condition. This was different from previous times when she had merely acknowledged being his bitch. If those instances were only in name, now it would be in practice.
“Qiannu, Wenwen, untie my mother.”
Yang Haoran ordered his two assistants to release the restraints imprisoning his mother. Then, he directly led her out by the leash.
“Qiannu, go to the kitchen and bring a plate. Also, is there any leftover food in the kitchen?”
Yang Haoran asked.
Tang Wenqian hesitated for a moment before replying, “Master, there should be some congee left from this morning.”
She understood Yang Haoran’s intention.
“Take a plate, scoop some into it, and bring it here.”
After Yang Haoran gave the order, Tang Wenqian turned and headed to the kitchen.
Soon, Tang Wenqian returned with a white porcelain plate adorned with blue patterns. At Yang Haoran’s indication, she placed it on the floor.
“Lick it clean, Mom. From now on, you are the bitch I own.”
Yang Haoran led his mother directly to the plate. This was like a ritual.
Liu Ruoxi knew that things had come to this point. Faced with her son’s humiliation, she had no other choice. Blushing fiercely, she crouched down in front of everyone, lowered her head, and extended her delicate pink tongue like a bitch to lick the mushy white congee from the plate.
Her stunningly beautiful face stood in stark contrast to her utterly debased posture. This scene was recorded by Zhou Wenwen under Yang Haoran’s orders.
Watching his mother, who had once scolded him into submission, now being led by him like a bitch to shamefully lick congee from a plate, Yang Haoran felt an overwhelming sense of conquest. Unable to contain himself, he taunted her withεΎζ (εΎζ – triumphant) humiliation: “Mom, you are such a slut. Look at yourselfβeven a prostitute isn’t as debased as you are now. You’re not even human anymore. You’re just a pretty bitch owned by your son, understand?”
Each word of humiliation struck deep into Liu Ruoxi’s heart. She trembled with shame but forced herself to endure, pretending not to hear, and obediently continued licking the food from the plate.
Liu Ruoxi knew her son wanted to see her debased side. Despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, she still displayed it for him, allowing him to feel psychologically satisfied.
Having sacrificed her dignity andδΊΊζ Ό (δΊΊζ Ό -δΊΊζ Ό – personality/self-respect), the only hope Liu Ruoxi clung to now was that satisfying her son’s perverse psychological desires would bring him pleasure and happiness. If so, her efforts would not be in vain.
Yang Haoran was Liu Ruoxi’s only son. A mother’s tolerance could sometimes reach unimaginable heights, even to the point of willingly debasing herself to become a bitch!
A short while later, watching his mother finish licking the plate clean, Yang Haoran once again felt as if he were in a dream. This scene had previously existed only in his fantasies, but now it was unfolding before his eyes. For a moment, he felt dazed.
“Master.”
Tang Wenqian’s voice pulled Yang Haoran back to reality.
“Sister Shen is about to reach her limit. Should you go check on her?”
Yang Haoran quickly led his mother over to Aunt Shen. Aunt Shen’s originally beautiful face was now covered in sweat, contorted in pain, pale and ashen.
Seeing Yang Haoran approach, Shen Qing, whose psychological defenses had long been stretched to the breaking point, finallyε΄©ζΊ (ε΄©ζΊ – collapsed). Full of pleading, she begged, “Master, Ruoxi, this lowly animal knows her mistake… Please, Master, unlock the urethral lock… unlock it… let this slave relieve herself… This slave is willing to be a toilet, to be Master’s livestock alongside Ruoxi…”
Yang Haoran’sε΄θ§ (ε΄θ§ – corners of his mouth) twitched slightly. Helplessly, he said, “Aunt Shen, I can tell you’re acting this time. It’s too clumsy.”
“Little Haoran… stop making sarcastic remarks and quickly help your aunt unlock the urethral lock. Your aunt needs to pee.”
Having been seen through by Little Haoran, Aunt Shen anxiously pleaded. At this point, she couldn’t care less about actingβher bladder felt like it was about to burst.
Seeing that Aunt Shen was genuinely suffering, Yang Haoran didn’t delay. The moment he unlocked the urethral lock, a long-suppressed stream of urine instantly gushed out from between Shen Qing’s legs, as if she were incontinent, forming a large puddle on the floor.
Yang Haoran quickly pulled his mother aside. Aunt Shen urinated for a full two to three minutes, leaving her in a wretched state.
Seeing that Aunt Shen was exhausted after finishing, Yang Haoran removed her shackles and carried her to the sofa to rest.
“Aunt Shen, are you okay?”
Yang Haoran asked with some concern.
“Let your aunt lie down for a while…”
Shen Qing was utterly exhausted and weakly replied before closing her eyes.
Liu Ruoxi shot her son a glare and said reproachfully, “You made her drink too much water. You have no sense ofεε―Έ (εε―Έ -εε―Έ – moderation/appropriate measure).”
“Mom, you didn’t tell me to stop,” Yang Haoran replied, rubbing his nose.
Liu Ruoxi was immediately left speechless. She snorted coldly and said nothing more.