In a corner unknown to Yang Haoran, two women who shared an intimate connection with him were exchanging messages on WeChat. “When did it happen?”
“Last night.”
“Ruoxi, what does it feel like to have sex with your own son? (smiling emoji)”
“Shen Qing, I’m not telling you this for your amusement.”
Shen Qing could tell that her close friend Liu Ruoxi was angry and quickly apologized.
After sending a lengthy apology, the other side finally calmed down.
“Ruoxi, since we’re already in this situation, let’s take it as it comes. After all, we can’t resist anyway. Let’s just play it by ear,” Shen Qing said.
“But… I can’t let it go. Whenever I think about doing that kind of thing with Haoran, I feel so depressed. I couldn’t even focus on work at the company today—I’ve been spacing out all day,” Liu Ruoxi replied.
Shen Qing: “Why not try looking at it from a different perspective? If the man bound by the game weren’t Haoran, what would our fate be?”
“At least that way, I’d still have a choice,” Liu Ruoxi typed these words calmly and sent them.
Seeing this message, Shen Qing sighed quietly. She understood what her friend meant: if the master bound by the game weren’t Haoran, given Ruoxi’s personality, she would rather die than submit.
Shen Qing: “We’ve both watched Haoran grow up. You’re his mother, and I’m practically his godmother. Even though our relationship, in a way, defies conventional morality, we only live once. Should we really be confined by society’s rigid rules?”
Shen Qing: “You love Haoran too, don’t you?”
“But that’s a mother’s love for her child—it doesn’t involve anything else,” Liu Ruoxi replied.
Shen Qing: “Is there really a difference? Love is love. In this life, it’s rare to allow oneself a little recklessness.”
Liu Ruoxi: “Don’t twist the truth. Those things can’t be lumped together.”
“Besides, don’t you love Shiwen too? Why don’t you sleep with him?”
Shen Qing: “Do you want me to cuckold your son, Ruoxi? (dog emoji)”
Liu Ruoxi: “…”
Shen Qing: “Try to lighten up. I know you’re struggling, but Haoran is your son after all. Even if, according to the game’s rules, we both become his bitches for him to play with, at least as his elders, we can still restrain him from going too far.”
Shen Qing: “This kind of master-and-bitch game is just a form of intimate play. Don’t take it too seriously.” Shen Qing: “Ruoxi, our lives are like open wilderness, not fixed tracks!”
After three consecutive messages, Liu Ruoxi felt stirred by the last one. She murmured Shen Qing’s final words—our lives are like open wilderness, not fixed tracks…
After a long while, her mood settled, and the stifling emotions seemed to ease a little. She typed, “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself. I don’t share your… preferences.”
Shen Qing: “Then why didn’t you choose another role back then?”
Regarding this, Shen Qing was genuinely curious. Ruoxi’s personality didn’t seem like the type to choose the humiliating role of a sex slave and bitch—it was practically the lowest of the five roles, essentially making her the master’s pet.
Based on Shen Qing’s understanding of the Fallen Angel game, the bitch role might eventually require being locked in a dog cage for humiliation, fulfilling the duties of the role. She wondered if Ruoxi would be able to handle it.
Well, if it comes to that, I’ll just join her, she thought. I wonder what color cage Ruoxi would like? I should find time to custom-order one.
On the other end, Liu Ruoxi found it difficult to explain. She hadn’t chosen the role herself—the selection time had expired, and the system had randomly assigned it to her.
…
Unbeknownst to Yang Haoran, Auntie Shen, his devoted ally, was actively aiding his progress in “conquering” his mother. After returning home, he immediately sought out his mother to curry favor and nurture their mother-son bond. He showered her with praise, did the dishes, and fussed over her with such relentless attention that Liu Ruoxi eventually grew irritated and told him to get lost.
With his father and sister at home, he couldn’t make any bold moves. Crestfallen, he retreated to his room.
Yang Haoran hid the pair of stockings under his pillow but soon felt uneasy—what if his mother discovered them?
After much thought, he realized his room wasn’t safe at all. The stockings had truly become a hot potato.
Just then, Wei Ming contacted him on WeChat. He hastily stuffed them under his pillow again, deciding to deal with them tomorrow. Wei Ming: “Good news—my mom hasn’t registered the marriage with him yet. I was so scared.”
Yang Haoran: “What happened?”
Wei Ming: “When I called to ask, my mom was planning to go to the civil affairs bureau with that bastard tomorrow to register. That was close—thanks to you, Haoz.”
Yang Haoran: “Wow!” Wei Ming: “I persuaded my mom, appealing to her emotions and reasoning with her, and finally got her to agree.”
Yang Haoran: “Don’t be vague. Give me the details.”
Wei Ming: “If my mom marries him, she’ll have to move to that bastard’s hometown, right? I told my mom honestly that I miss her a lot and that it might be hard to see her often after this. I asked her not to register the marriage yet and to come stay with me for a month.”
Wei Ming: “Haoz, I’m not embarrassed to say this—I even cried during the call. That’s how I finally got my mom to agree.” Yang Haoran: “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re like brothers—we share everything.”
“Let me ask you something: if your mom marries him, what will happen to your living expenses?”
Wei Ming: “My mom said she’d send me money every month to support me through college. Bullshit! There’s a world of difference between another man’s wife and your own mother.”
“Besides, if my mom really marries him, even if the guy is willing to let her send me money, he’ll probably hold it against her. Why would anyone want to raise another man’s son?”
Yang Haoran: “Xiao Ming, you’re surprisingly clear-headed.”
Yang Haoran: “Regardless, even if our plan fails, I’ll cover your college expenses. If you run into trouble, come to me. Don’t stand on ceremony.”
Wei Ming: “You rich bastard, I won’t hold back. I know your family is wealthy, but I’d still prefer to use my own mom’s money. Now I understand why that guy in the post you mentioned wanted to find someone to ‘train’ his mom.”
Wei Ming: “Haoz, our plan has to succeed. I have no way out.”
Reading Wei Ming’s message, Yang Haoran felt a heavy pressure weighing on his heart. It seemed being a “daddy” on easy mode wasn’t as simple as he’d thought.
If things went wrong, their friendship could easily fracture.
Looks like I’ll have to ask my master for help, he thought. Yang Haoran: “Don’t worry, Xiao Ming. I guarantee we’ll train your mom to be completely obedient.”
Wei Ming: “With your word, I’m reassured.”
Yang Haoran: “When will your mom arrive?”
Wei Ming: “She’s flying here tomorrow. We can go pick her up at the airport around 6 p.m.” The two continued discussing their plan and arranging other details before finally ending their conversation.