“Wait.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son’s timid and cowering appearance, said nothing more, fastened her buttons with composure, left those words behind, and stood up to leave the room.
Bang!
The room door was slammed shut violently, creating a loud noise.
Yang Haoran watched, terrified, his hands and feet turning cold.
Had he lost his mind?
Did he have the guts of a bear and the courage of a leopard?
Not only had he seen his mother’s breasts, but he had also boldly responded that he wanted to see something even better?
This wasn’t just a matter of being bold or having the nerve; Yang Haoran felt his mind was in complete chaos. Everything that had happened was just too bizarre.
Mother showed him pornographic videos to watch?
Mother masturbated him?
Mother unbuttoned her collar herself and let her own son look at her breasts?
Was this still the same cold and stern “Madam Mother” he had always known?
From everything that had just happened, it seemed more like a shameless slut seducing her own son?
Yang Haoran’s head was buzzing; he was truly bewildered. He didn’t understand how any of this had happened or how things had escalated to this point. He recalled what his mother had said earlier.
No matter what she did next, remember, it was all for him.
She also said that Dr. Hao had asked her to help stimulate him, to aid in his recovery?
But did Mother have to go this far? He was her own biological son!
Even if stimulation was needed, couldn’t she just show him porn? Why did she have to take other actions?
The entirety of the situation was like a thick fog, shrouded in mystery.
Yang Haoran replayed the scenes in his mind, still finding it hard to believe.
Why did all of this happen, Madam Mother?
Are you really a slut?
Involuntarily, doubt arose in Yang Haoran’s heart.
…
After leaving her son’s room, Liu Ruoxi stood still for a moment, her thoughts unknown, lingering in place for a long time.
After a while, she let out a soft sigh, leaving behind a barely audible murmur hanging in the air.
“Do I have a choice?”
Tap, tap… tap, tap… The sound gradually faded into the distance.
…
In the bedroom, Liu Ruoxi looked calmly at the lingerie costume that had appeared in her hand out of nowhere.
She removed her clothes and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It was a bodyζ§ζ enough to drive anyone wildβcurvaceous with full breasts and round hips, paired with a breathtakingly exquisite, picturesque face. Flawless, as if a fairy had descended to earth.
She stood there gazing at her reflection in the mirror, lost in thought for a moment, before slowly putting on the lingerie costume provided by the game.
It was a sheer, gauzy dress adorned with black and white lace patterns. The white skirt at the bottom resembled clouds, wrapped around and accentuating her voluptuous, mature, and stunninglyζ§ζ body.
A blend of beauty, sexiness, innocence, and lewdness, it was utterly captivating and irresistible.
…
Tap, tap… tap, tap…
The familiar sound of footsteps echoed again, growing closer. The crisp taps seemed to tread directly on Yang Haoran’s heart, stirring both anticipation and fear within him.
He didn’t know whether his mother was coming to show him the so-called “something better” or to settle accounts with him after what had happened.
Amid this anxiety, with a click, the door opened.
Yang Haoran looked up, and his mind and spirit were shaken. He was mesmerized, staring dumbfounded.
His mother was wearing a V-neck, black-and-white lace-patterned gauze dress. The dress was slightly sheer, with the chest area made of black lace patterns that cupped her ample, enormous breasts like a bra.
Two firm, towering peaks pushed upward, squeezing together to form a deep, enticing cleavage. The faintly visible pale flesh of her breasts pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other.
Through the delicate patterns, two crimson nipples were vaguely discernible, creating two tempting protrusions against the gauze. The lush flesh of her breasts seemed veiled by a black mist, revealing glimpses of snow-white, smooth skin beneath.
Though not entirely clear, this half-concealed, half-revealed effect added a hazy, seductive allure.
Down her slender waist, two evenly rounded, beautiful legs stood straight and long, clad in sheer black stockings.
In the dim light, his mother’s legs seemed to glisten with a slick, enticing, lewd sheen.
Elegantly perched on fifteen-centimeter sky-high heels, the shoes added an extra layer of sexiness and temptation to her provocative outfit. Not only did they make her figure appear even taller, but they also accentuated her large breasts and round buttocks, making them appear fuller and more alluring.
Yang Haoran’s eyes widened with excitement. He swallowed involuntarily, and his cock hardened instantly beneath his pants.
Then his gaze shifted to his mother’s crotch. The semi-transparent white skirt overlapped with the stockings beneath, imprinting a shadowy, lush patch that appearedζ¦θ§ andζ’¦εΉ», stirring the senses.
Was that shadowy, dense patch his mother’s pubic hair?
Was she not wearing any panties?
This was too lewd!
…
Liu Ruoxi’s expression remained calm and composed. She walked toward him with graceful, elegant steps.
She moved slowly, as if deliberately showcasing her enticing body to her son, or perhaps intentionally teasing his senses.
Her long, slender legs moved inδΊ€ζΏ strides. Her enormous breasts trembled and swayed with each elegant step, and the skirt at the bottom gently swayed along.
Though Yang Haoran couldn’t see his mother’s back, the sway of her hips alone sparked endless fantasies. Her plump, snow-white buttocks must be swaying like turbulent waves, creating tempting motions beneath the black stockings. Coupled with the rhythmic tap-tap of the fifteen-centimeter black high heels, the entire scene felt surreal, filled with boundless lewdness and temptation.
Listening to the sound of the high heels hitting the floor, Yang Haoran felt his blood boiling. It was as if every step resonated in his heart, directing the flow of his blood.
Yang Haoran staredη΄η΄ε»ε» at this scene, only snapping back to reality when his mother reached him.
A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over, intoxicating and refreshing, like a lingering mist enveloping his body and mind.
Seeing his mother in such a provocative outfit up close, Yang Haoran once again fell into a daze.
At close range, his mother’s face appeared even more stunning and captivating. Her usually sharp eyes, paired with this outfit, gained a touch of charm and allure. Herζ§ζ red lips were full and moist, glistening slightly. Her tall, elegant nose was smooth as jade. Every feature of her exquisite face seemed crafted by nature’s divine hand, flawless in every way.
Beneath her fair, slender swan-like neck, the V-neck wasn’t particularly low, but it couldn’t possibly contain the sheer size of her chest.
Those massive, full breasts stood tall and firm, soaring like two majestic peaks, straining against the flimsy lace bodice until it seemed ready to burst. A deep cleavage was revealed, like a mesmerizing abyss that captivated the soul.
Two delicate, crimson nipples were faintly visible, pushing against the lace bodice and creating two lewd protrusions. Her voluptuous, snow-white body, with its full breasts and round hips, appearedζ¦θ§ and hazy under the gauzy dress, stirring desire.
Her long, straight, beautiful legs stood gracefully, encased in sheer black stockings as thin as cicara wings. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, revealing only aζ¦θ§, shadowy darkness that invited endless imagination and an irresistible urge to explore what breathtaking scenery lay within those tightly closed valleys.