Yang Haoran had never considered this possibility. Although he had wanted to get his mother pregnant, he was well aware in his heart that, given her temperament, she would absolutely never agree to it.
Now, Aunt Shen’s casual remark hit him like a bolt from the blue, shocking him to his core and leaving him utterly stupefied.
After a long while, Yang Haoran finally snapped back to reality. He grabbed his mother, who had already stood up, and bombarded her with agitated questions: “Mom… are you really pregnant?… Is Aunt Shen lying to me?… Is it true?”
Liu Ruoxi listened to her son’s rapid-fire questions, shot an angry glare at the beaming Shen Qing, and felt her mind thrown into chaos. She could only coldly reply, “That’s enough for today. Go take a shower and get ready to go back.”
In fact, the one-hour time limit set by the system had long been exceeded. At that time, Liu Ruoxi was being vigorously fucked by her son. Not wanting to spoil his fun, she had indulged him and played along a while longer.
Now, Shen Qing had suddenly dropped the bombshell news of her pregnancy, catching Liu Ruoxi completely off guard. She was entirely unprepared for her son to learn the truth and, in the heat of the moment, instinctively chose to avoid the subject.
“Mom… fine, we can stop playing, but just tell me if it’s true or not first. Otherwise, my heart is racing with anxiety; I can’t take this uncertainty!”
Seeing that his mother was about to leave after speaking, Yang Haoran quickly grabbed her and pleaded anxiously. At that moment, his heart was pounding wildly—a turbulent mix of panic, joy, nervousness, and suspicion threatening to drive him mad.
Seeing her son’s persistent attitude, Liu Ruoxi frowned deeply. She knew he wouldn’t leave peacefully without a clear answer. After hesitating for a few seconds, she reluctantly said, “It’s true. Are you satisfied now? Go take a shower and get ready to go back.”
“Let me listen…”
The last trace of doubt in Yang Haoran’s heart vanished. Excitedly, he pressed his ear against his mother’s belly as if trying to hear the fetal movements. Liu Ruoxi found it amusing and gave him a light slap, scolding, “It’s only been a short while. It’d be strange if you could hear anything now.”
“Not strange… not strange at all…”
Even as his mother pushed him, Yang Haoran stubbornly kept his head pressed against her slightly plump belly. His cheek could feel her warm body heat and soft touch. Though he couldn’t hear anything, it affected him even more intensely than if he had.
This is… my child!
Yang Haoran thought dazedly, his mind somewhat bewildered.
Shen Qing watched the warm scene between little Haoran and Ruoxi, and her eyes gradually filled with envy. She sighed inwardly—she truly wished she could have gotten pregnant herself, but it was a matter of probability, and in the end, nothing had come of it.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“What would I tell you for?… What help could you possibly be?”
Hearing the faint hint of disdain in his mother’s calm tone, Yang Haoran suddenly remembered something and slapped himself hard across the face.
“What are you doing?”
Liu Ruoxi looked at the bright red handprint on her son’s cheek, baffled. Seeing that he seemed intent on harming himself again, she quickly grabbed his hand, feeling both angry and concerned. What was wrong with this child? Why did he keep resorting to self-harm? What kind of behavior was this!
“Mom… we need to go to the hospital for a check-up right away.”
Full of remorse, Yang Haoran spoke urgently: “I was so rough earlier—could it have affected the baby?”
Shen Qing was also slightly startled. She then took one of his hands, interlacing their fingers to soothe him: “It won’t, little Haoran. Don’t worry.”
“Really?”
Yang Haoran looked at Aunt Shen with hope.
“Of course it’s true. Don’t you know? I’ve known for a while that Ruoxi is pregnant.”
Shen Qing smiled and blinked: “You don’t need to worry about these things. In nine months, you’ll be a father.”
Yang Haoran felt a wave of relief, but before he could say anything, his ear was pinched. A familiar voice, cold as ice, spoke: “How many times has Mom told you? What’s with hitting yourself all the time? Who are you putting on a show for?”
Yang Haoran turned to see his mother looking at him with a mix of anger and disapproval. He quickly put on an apologetic smile: “Mom, I was just testing how hard I hit. How else would I know if it hurt you or not?”
Now that his mother had declared things over, Yang Haoran knew his limits. If he continued to act presumptuously toward her, he would likely end up with another brutal beating.
He understood his mother’s attitude perfectly: in private, she was willing to play along, even allowing him to treat her like a breeding animal, as he had just done.
But if he failed to grasp her true intentions—if he genuinely believed he could treat her as a slave, humiliating her arbitrarily anytime and anywhere—Yang Haoran knew a hospital bed would be waiting for him, ready for an extended stay.
There was no real master-slave relationship between mother and son. It was simply that his mother was willing to satisfy his perverted desires in private. Yang Haoran was content with this. He knew when to play the master and when to play the grandson—a true man knew when to yield and when to stand firm.
“Heh…”
Liu Ruoxi was both angry and amused: “You’ve already hit me—who knows how many times you’ve slapped Mom. If you really wanted to test it, why not let me hit you instead?”
Yang Haoran’s eyes darted around, and he quickly found a reason: “Ah… Mom, you’re being unreasonable. It’s not like you haven’t hit me before. When I hit you, it’s just playing around, but when you hit me, you send me straight to the hospital.”
“Aunt Shen, tell me, am I right?”
Shen Qing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She smiled and tried to smooth things over: “Alright, alright, Ruoxi, don’t be angry. We came here today just to have fun. Now that we’ve had our fill, let’s head back.”
“Mom, let me help you take off the collar.”
Yang Haoran reached out to help his mother remove the collar around her neck. Liu Ruoxi’s face flushed slightly, and she didn’t say anything more.
Afterward, Liu Ruoxi went to the villa’s bathroom to shower. Yang Haoran followed her but was shut out.
“Mom, open the door. I need to shower too.”
Yang Haoran watched as his mother closed the bathroom door but refused to give up.
“Go shower in another bathroom.”
His mother’s response came quickly from behind the door. Yang Haoran thought for a moment and decided not to push his luck further. Just as he was about to leave, her voice came again.
“Oh, and go get Mom’s clothes from the car. They’re in a bag on the back seat.”
Yang Haoran had no choice but to head to his mother’s car, retrieve her change of clothes, and, as instructed, place them outside the bathroom door.
After that, Yang Haoran went to find Aunt Shen. She happened to be showering as well. Hearing his voice, she opened the door and let him in.
Yang Haoran and Aunt Shen shared the bathwater. aroused, he had Aunt Shen brace against the wall and fucked her for over ten minutes. The bathroom echoed with the sound of slapping flesh and the woman’s seductive moans.
Once satisfied, they washed each other. Under the pretext of helping, Yang Haoran had Aunt Shen bend over in the bathtub, ass raised. He inserted two fingers into her pink, tender pussy, vigorously fingering and tormenting her until she cried out, yet she kept her position, allowing him to violate her little hole.
By the time everything was over, more than half an hour had passed. Yang Haoran fastened Aunt Shen’s chastity belt, and only then did they emerge from the bathroom.
Aunt Shen was different from his mother—he could humiliate and play with her arbitrarily, anytime and anywhere. She had truly given him the rights of a master.
Shen Qing also understood that only by wearing the chastity belt would little Haoran not let his imagination run wild. Thus, she had handed over control of her body to him.