Chapter 1: Her Majesty Mother
“Shiwen, didn’t I tell you? Not lying, was I!”
“How do you even know about this stuff… huff… huff…”
A decent-looking boy stared at the computer screen where two pale, naked bodies were rolling around. His breathing was rapid, his face slightly flushed, and fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.
He turned to ask the boy leaning against the computer desk beside him.
The other boy was even more handsome. He had fair skin, dashing straight eyebrows that slanted upward, narrow long black eyes that held a sharp intensity, thin tightly-pressed lips, and well-defined features that gave him a clear-eyed, clean-cut appearance with red lips and white teeth—a picture of youthful beauty.
With a mischievous, roguish smile, the boy who looked like a young pretty lad said to his deskmate Zhou Shiwen: “Don’t worry about how I know this. Just don’t forget our bet.”
“But…”
At the mention of it, Zhou Shiwen’s face showed hesitation.
Yang Haoran had anticipated his deskmate’s reluctance—after all, the “stakes” involved that sort of thing. Seizing the moment, he pressed on: “We agreed, Shiwen. I show you this, and you help me out.”
“Don’t go back on your word. I, Yang Haoran, look down on that kind of person the most.”
“But… cheating on the exam… isn’t good, is it?”
Zhou Shiwen frowned deeply, lowering his head slightly, not daring to look the other in the eye. His voice grew softer and softer.
Now he deeply regretted agreeing to Haoran’s request. His friend had asked him to help cheat on the exam. Since they were childhood friends and now deskmates, he didn’t feel he could outright refuse. So he had said he’d only help if Haoran showed him a porn video, hoping it would make him back down.
Seeing his deskmate still hesitating, Yang Haoran deliberately sighed, putting on a perfectly disappointed expression: “Fine. I guess I’m ready for my mom to beat me up.”
He slumped down on the edge of the bed, his tone gloomy: “I wrote a pledge to my mom. If I fail this exam again, she’s cutting off my allowance and locking me indoors all summer for extra lessons.”
“Aunt Liu really said that?” Zhou Shiwen asked with a frown.
“We’ve known each other since we were kids. You know my mom, don’t you? She’s an old witch.” Yang Haoran forced a bitter smile—this time, his emotion was genuine.
“If I had any other choice, would I be asking you? I know your grades are good, but look—I’ve failed so many exams. Have I ever asked you to help me cheat before?”
“I’m telling you, that old witch means business this time. I’ve got no other way out—that’s why I’m asking you.”
Hearing this, although Zhou Shiwen still felt cheating was wrong, he couldn’t ignore their years of friendship. Gritting his teeth, he said: “Alright! Haoran, I’ll help you. But just this once—we agree on that.”
Seeing him agree, Yang Haoran’s face lit up with joy, returning to his usual playful irreverence: “Okay, okay! Just this once.”
Then, with a suggestive glance toward the computer screen, he asked: “You wanna keep watching?”
Zhou Shiwen blushed instantly, stammering: “I-I… still… n-no… no more.”
Originally, he had only said it jokingly, never expecting the other to take it seriously.
It was his first time seeing such a film. As a teenager surging with hormones, he had felt his whole body grow hot, his lower half stiff and tense.
Even though he said he didn’t want to watch anymore, Zhou Shiwen’s eyes still stole glances at the screen.
On the display, a middle-aged man was on the bed, holding the hips of a fair-skinned, completely naked woman, frantically thrusting his pelvis.
Yang Haoran noticed Shiwen’s stolen looks and teased: “If you want to watch, just watch. There’s no one else here.”
“Tap, tap, tap, tap…”
Just then, the crisp, sharp sound of high heels striking the floor echoed from the hallway outside.
Yang Haoran held his breath, listening carefully. The sound grew closer. He knew that confident, commanding walk too well—no one else in the house walked like that.
“Quick, quick…”
Panic instantly swept over Yang Haoran’s face. He fumbled clumsily with the mouse, clicking randomly several times in his fluster, missing the shutdown button repeatedly.
Zhou Shiwen panicked too. He knew it was Aunt Liu.
“Mmm~~ ahhh~~ mm~~ mm~”
Outside the door, hearing the obscene noises coming from her son’s room, Liu Ruoxi’s face turned icy.
She knew her son was watching that kind of film again. Ever since she’d caught him watching it last time, she’d been so furious she’d taken a feather duster and given him a fierce beating.
She never thought he’d dare to do it again so soon—and sneakily, at that.
“Bang bang bang… bang bang bang…”
Liu Ruoxi’s willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed angrily. Suppressing her rage, she knocked on the door, resolved to teach him a thorough lesson this time.
After the knocking started, Yang Haoran finally managed to shut down the computer. His heart was uneasy—did Mom hear?
“Haoran, open the door!”
The familiar voice, cold and stern, came from outside the door. Yang Haoran shuddered, his face instantly turning pale.
“Wh-what… what do we do?” Zhou Shiwen was also panicking.
After a moment of silence, Yang Haoran patted Zhou Shiwen’s shoulder, forcing a grim smile: “You leave first later. Don’t worry about me.”
“How can I do that?” Zhou Shiwen quickly shook his head. He couldn’t just run away when trouble came, leaving his childhood friend to take the blame. After all, he was the one who had asked to watch this—even if it started as a joke.
“What are you thinking?” Yang Haoran smiled bitterly. “If you stay, are you gonna watch me get beaten by the old witch? Where would that leave my dignity?”
“We agreed since we were kids—I’m the boss! Listen to me.”
Seeing Zhou Shiwen about to say more, Yang Haoran patted his shoulder again, then turned to open the door.
Outside stood a woman with an icy expression, dressed in a black professional suit.
She was stunningly beautiful. She had a delicate, fair, oval face with jet-black hair coiled at the back of her head. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes, curved at the ends, willow-leaf eyebrows, a delicate nose, and dusky red lips complemented eyes that shone with a deep, sharp light, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
She wore a fitted blazer with a deep V-neck, revealing a white blouse underneath. Her waist was slender, her chest full and rounded. Below, she wore a black straight skirt, nude stockings, and black pointed-toe stilettos. Her hips were pert, her legs even and long—the epitome of a poised and capable career woman.
Yang Haoran knew this outfit well—clearly, Mom had just returned from the office.
It was precisely because no one was home that he had dared to bring Zhou Shiwen over to watch porn. He never expected her to return suddenly—he was completely unprepared.
“Who is this great beauty?”
Yang Haoran forced a smile, exaggerating his expression: “Oh~ it’s my beautiful and gracious Mother Majesty! What does Your Majesty require of this lowly one?”
“Move aside!”
Seeing her son’s cheeky grin, Liu Ruoxi showed not a hint of warmth, snapping coldly.
Yang Haoran jumped in fright, quickly stepping aside and bowing obsequiously: “Your Majesty, please enter.”
Liu Ruoxi walked into the room and immediately spotted Zhou Shiwen standing nervously by the computer desk, his hands fidgeting helplessly.
She frowned slightly but didn’t soften her expression toward her best friend’s son either, her tone frosty: “Shiwen, step outside. I need to have a word with my son.”
The courage Zhou Shiwen had mustered to stand up for his friend evaporated under Liu Ruoxi’s icy gaze, like a bonfire doused with cold water.
Trembling, he nodded, not daring to say another word. He grabbed his backpack from the bed and scurried out in hurried steps, shooting Yang Haoran a “you’re on your own” look before leaving.
“Dammit!”
Watching his good buddy Zhou Shiwen—who moments ago had insisted on sticking together—flee without so much as a word, Yang Haoran cursed inwardly ten thousand times.
At least say something before you go—then I’d respect you as a man, he shouted inside.
Liu Ruoxi walked calmly to her son’s bed and sat down, her tone indifferent: “Close the door.”
“Yes, Mother Majesty.”
Yang Haoran closed the door as instructed, then tiptoed to his mother’s side. Naturally, he climbed onto the bed behind her and began gently pounding her shoulders, grinning: “Mother Majesty, why are you back so early today? Are you tired? This lowly one will pound your shoulders to help you relax.”
“Hmph!”
Liu Ruoxi was unmoved by her son’s flattery: “You’re getting bolder and bolder.”
A cold smile played on her lips. “Hmph… looks like you’re itching for a beating. Three days without a spanking, and you’re already tearing the roof off, huh? The teacher called me about you skipping class. Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”
Hearing this, Yang Haoran quickly increased the pace of his shoulder pounding, fawning: “Look at what you’re saying. Didn’t your son miss you? I missed Mother Majesty so much, this lowly one couldn’t help himself, so I came home early from school to see you. How can that be called skipping class?”
“Oh, still glib, are you?” Liu Ruoxi let out a cold laugh. “Then tell me, what were you watching just now in your room?”
“N-nothing… I was just studying with Shiwen,” Yang Haoran knew his mother had already figured it out, but he wouldn’t admit it.
He quickly changed the subject: “Mother Majesty, after days and nights of hard struggle and intense study, this lowly one is confident about passing the upcoming exam. Please set your heart at ease—I will definitely deliver satisfactory exam results to Mother Majesty.”
“Heh heh…”
Liu Ruoxi responded with a sarcastic laugh. A mother knows her son’s nature—how could she believe such “days and nights of hard struggle and intense study”?
Hearing his mother’s scornful laugh, Yang Haoran felt awkward and stopped pounding. He knew even a ghost wouldn’t believe that line.
“Keep going. Why did you stop? Do you want me to start whipping you now?”
“Yes, Mother Majesty.”
Yang Haoran quickly resumed pounding his mother’s shoulders. This was familiar territory—he had even learned some techniques. Through repeated practice, he had mastered the right amount of pressure and where to focus to make his mother feel comfortable.
Liu Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Her son’s fawning and flattery weren’t entirely without effect. The physical relaxation eased her anger a little—but not enough.