Why would Mom say that?
Involuntarily, he recalled the last timeβhow Mom, like a total slut, had worn that sexy lingerie to seduce him, even unbuttoning her clothes to show him her breasts. The situation before him now was exactly the same.
Mom was seducing him! Once Yang Haoran reached this conclusion, his mouth went dry, and he trembled with excitement. His mood instantly soared. What a perk!
But at the same time, a doubt emerged in his heart. After the previous incident, Mom had returned to her usual selfβnothing like a slut, just the image of Mom he held in his mind: noble, dignified, with an orchid-like elegance, her stunning beauty resembling a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.
Moreover, having long held a high position, Mom always carried an powerful aura that kept people at a distance. When her face turned cold, she was like a flower on a high peak atop a towering cliffβpure and untouched, something to be admired from afar but not profaned.
Being stared at by her icy gaze was like being exposed to a blizzard, piercing to the bone.
In his heart, she was like a queenι«ι«ε¨δΈ (high above)βdignified, elegant, noble, and coldly beautifulβwhile he, though her son, was as insignificant as a loach in the mud.
Yet, during that seduction incident, Mom had shown a completely different face. Her perfect beauty remained, like a peerless masterpiece forged by nature’s miraculous craftsmanship, but the lewd attire and behavior stripped away her fairy-like ethereality and purity. She was more like a succubus queen from hellβaloof, stunningly beautiful, sexy, and mixed with a touch of coquettishness!
It was as if two faces appeared on Mom at different times, as though she had a split personality.
Split personality! The moment these four words crossed his mind, Yang Haoran’s brain seemed to explode with sudden clarity, buzzing loudly.
If Mom had a split personality, then all her unusual behaviors could be explained reasonably.
Assuming Mom’s primary personality was the one he knew, then based on that incident, her second personality could be guessed to be an extension of another side of herβthe polar opposite of the primary personality’s purity: a lewd, slutty persona.
Mom’s second personality would act contrary to the primary personality’s behavior. For example: he knew Mom’s nature well; it was impossible for her to seduce her own son. But if it were the second personality, with its opposite behaviors, then… the one seducing him now wasβMom’s second personality!
His thoughts raced like lightning, and Yang Haoran’s brain CPU nearly overheated reaching this conclusion. He froze, dazed for a few seconds, before an overwhelming joy spread across his face. A brilliant smile emerged as he looked at his stunningly beautiful mother, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: “M-Mom… you’re right. I should stay in the bathroom and watch you, to make sure nothing happens to you.”
He patted his chest, promising earnestly.
Noticing her son’s rapidly shifting expressions, Liu Ruoxi’s face flashed with suspicion, wondering what he had just thought of to get so excited. But then, realizing the implication of her own words, her pretty face flushed red as she understood.
This little pervert couldn’t wait to watch her bathe! She snorted coldly, not giving him a pleasant look. “Keep an eye on Mom. If I faint or something happens, you’ll see how I deal with you.”
Thinking of the system’s taskβto have her son watch her batheβshe needed to make sure he kept watching and didn’t actεεΈΈ (abnormally) like before.
She was alreadyηΎθ» (ashamed) enough saying these things; she didn’t want to go through it again.
Indeed!
Yang Haoran’s heart surged. Hisηζ΅ (speculation) was once again confirmed. Didn’t Mom’s words mean she wanted him to get a clearer view of her bathing?
What a slut!
Mom’s second personalityβbut he loved it.
Yang Haoran’s face lit up with excitement, his eyes burning intently as he watched his mother without saying a word.
Her son’s scorching gaze spoke volumesβhe clearly wanted to watch her undress. Even though Liu Ruoxi tried to maintain a cold facade facing her son, she couldn’t help but feel aη₯η (heated) shame inwardly.
She silently repeated a mental self-coaching, forcing her expression back to its usual composure.
With slightly flushed cheeks but a calm demeanor, Liu Ruoxi met her son’s fervent gaze. Her fair, delicate hands began unbuttoning her blouseβone button… two… three… In Yang Haoran’s eyes, beneath Mom’s swan-like graceful neck, the undone buttons slightly parted her shirt collar, revealing a tempting glimpse of spring. Her pale, enormous breasts, like two majestic peaks, came into his view, as breathtaking as the first time he saw them!
As Mom’s jade-like hands moved downward, unbuttoning one after another, large areas of snow-white, smooth, collagen-richι₯±ζ»‘δΉ³θ (plump breast flesh) were exposed. A deep cleavage stood between the magnificentδΉ³ε³° (breast peaks), exuding an endlessιε (magical allure) that irresistibly drew one’s attention to that tempting glimpse of spring, making one yearn to explore the secrets within.
A hint of purple lace patterned bra gradually revealed itself. It clung tightly to Mom’s snow-white breast flesh, like a blooming flower adorning her enticingε·¨δΉ³ (huge breasts). The purple lace bra accentuated the snow-whiteε·¨δΉ³, making them even more heart-stopping and alluring.
Two lewd protruding points lay hidden beneath the purple lace, adorning the peaks of the mountains, faintly visibleβlike two bright red vermilion fruits standing atop mist-shrouded mountain summits, emergingζ¦θ§ (hazily) as the clouds dispersed.
With all the buttons of her collar undone, Mom’s snow-white, full, paleε·¨δΉ³ were partially visible through the purple lace patterned bra. An extremeθ―±ζ (temptation) ofε·¨δΉ³ rushed toward him. Yang Haoran swallowed with difficulty, his mouth dry and his crotch swelling and expanding, like a slumbering dragon gradually awakened by the scent of prey.
As time passed, Mom’s hands moved behind her back. With a soft “click,” the bra came undone, and Mom’s pale, enormousε·¨δΉ³ were fully displayed.
Proudly pert, bright red cherries adorned Mom’s snow-whiteε·¨δΉ³, trembling slightly. Their tender pink color appeared delicate and enticing, fresh and delicious. Now they stood proudly atop the snow peaks, like two fresh, delectable vermilion fruits, waiting shyly and timidly for a man to pick and taste them.
Though for some reason, upon closer inspection, one could see that the two delicate, enticing bright red cherries had very faint bluish bruises, as if they had been lewdly played with by daring warriors who had scaled the peaks.
Liu Ruoxi placed her upper garments on the clothes rack and glanced nonchalantly at her son. She saw his flushed face, heavy breathing, and the large tent pitched in his pants.
“Take your pants off. It’s not good for you to let it strain like that.”
Liu Ruoxi spoke to her sonζ·‘ηΆ (indifferently).
It wasn’t her first time seeing her son’s genitalia; moreover, she had even licked it before. So now, her tone was as calm as water, completely unaware of how lewd the scene would appear once her son removed his pants.
At this moment, she was topless, her chest bare and exposed, yet she maintained her composure in front of her sonβthough the blush on her stunning face never faded.
Yang Haoran had already been somewhat uncomfortable from the strain in his crotch. Since Mom said so, he immediately and without hesitation took off his pants and underwear, leaving his lower bodyθ΅€θ£Έ (naked), his huge member pointing straight at Mom.
Mother and sonβMomθ΅€θ£ΈδΈθΊ« (topless), sonθ΅€θ£ΈδΈδ½ (bottomless)βyet they seemed to have no reservations, as if it weren’t their first time. The son was fervent; the mother was composed. A lewdζ¦θ§ (hazy) imagery emerged, and even the atmosphere seemed to become somewhatζ§ζ§ (intimate).
Liu Ruoxi looked at her son’sη°η (ferocious) large meat swaying back and forth. Not knowing what she thought of, her face reddened, and she promptly turned her head away to avoid汑ηΌη (soiling her eyes).