Just as Yang Haoran could no longer restrain the burning desire within him and was about to taste the flavor of the innocent young girl, the familiar sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor outside, growing closer and closer.
“Tap… tap… tap…”
The crisp, sharp sound of high heels striking the floor. While he was still frozen in shock, his younger sister Yang Mengyao was the first to react, her face panicked and flustered: “Brother… it’s Mom.”
Her voice grew softer and softer, afraid of being heard by Liu Ruoxi outside.
Looking at his sister, who was completely naked and whose face had turned pale from fright, Yang Haoran snapped back to reality.
“Thump… thump…”
His rapid heartbeat caused his chest to heave up and down. At this moment, he was utterly panicked inside. After all, if Mom were to see this scene, the grass on his grave next year would be at least ten feet high.
The intense nervousness, however, spurred his mind to an unprecedented clarity. He quickly calmed down, even though his heart was pounding wildly.
He knew there was no time to put clothes on his sister now.
“Quick… Yaoyao… hide under the bed.”
Yang Haoran urged in a hushed, urgent tone, his hands not idle either as he quickly gathered his sister’s clothes together and tossed them under the bed.
Hearing her brother’s voice, Yang Mengyao snapped out of her daze. Not caring about her nakedness, she hurriedly scrambled under the bed.
Fortunately, the floor was often cleaned and relatively tidy.
Just as Yang Mengyao hid under the bed like an ostrich, a knock sounded at the door.
“Knock… knock…”
Yang Haoran had only been wearing shorts earlier. Now, he didn’t even have time to put on his underwear. He hastily pulled up his shorts and threw his underwear under the bed as well, right onto the face of Yang Mengyao, who was lying beneath it. The stimulating masculine scent filled her delicate nostrils. Smelling her brother’s underwear, a faint blush appeared on Yang Mengyao’s nervous face, but she didn’t dare move a muscle. Between her breaths, the pungent, musky odor of her brother’s underwear was all she could smell.
The familiar masculine scent reminded Yang Mengyao of everything that had just happened. The shame of a young girl catching up to her made her blush crimson, even dispersing some of her current nervousness.
…
The door wasn’t locked. After two knocks, Liu Ruoxi opened the door.
She glanced around the room and saw her son sitting upright at the computer chair. Unlike usual, he was holding a black notebook, seemingly engrossed in reading it.
Moving closer for a look, she saw that her son was indeed diligently studying the notebook. This scene satisfied her greatly, making her feel that her efforts had not been in vain.
Placing the fruit plate she was carrying on the table, Liu Ruoxi maintained her maternalε¨δΈ₯ (dignity/authority), but her tone was unusually softer: “Haoran, how’s the studying going?”
Yang Haoran pretended to be too absorbed in the book and only noticed his mother’s arrival now.
He put down the notebook, sighed, and spoke: “I was too far behind before. I finished the notebook this afternoonβthis is my second time reading it. There were parts I didn’t understand, so I asked Yaoyao. After she explained, some parts still left me confused; I really couldn’t grasp them. There are other parts I think I’ve probably got now.”
Yang Haoran didn’t dare speak too confidently. Aside from the time spent toying with his sister, he had indeed been studying seriously during the rest. After all, compared to Yaoyao, he coveted his fairy-like mother even more.
Liu Ruoxi looked directly into her son’s eyes. Seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, she nodded: “It’s good that you’re willing to study. I know what’s on your mind. As long as you are willing to study hard from now on, some of your requests… Mom might not be unable to consider them.”
“Really?”
Yang Haoran’s eyes lit up, his gaze suddenly landing on his mother’s full, enormous breasts. Although they were restrained by her white blouse, his mind involuntarily conjured up the scene from yesterday.
Her massive, voluptuous breasts stood high and firm, soaring into the clouds like two majestic peaks, straining against the flimsy wrap-top, making it seem ready to burst. A deep cleavage was revealed, like a magical abyss that captivated the soul.
Two faint, crimson, tender nipples were vaguely visible, pushing against the lace wrap-top and creating two lewd protrusions. Under the veil of the sheer fabric, they appearedζ¦θ§ (hazy/indistinct), incredibly alluring.
At this thought, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but secretly swallow his saliva. The look in his eyes as he gazed at his mother’s breasts revealed a trace of greed.
At his core, he was a pervert, a thorough and complete lecher. Faced with a peerless beauty like his mother, he had coveted her ever since he developed sexual awareness.
Now, faced with his mother’s promise, he seemed to see a glimmer of hopeβthat one thing hidden deepest in his heart, the thing he desired most.
That being said, the turning point had occurred yesterday. That mother, who had always seemed like an untouchable fairy in his eyes, had actually worn seductive lingerie to tempt him. Although he couldn’t understand why, from that moment on, the seed of darkness in his heart had sprouted. Now, his mother’s promise was like nourishment sprinkled upon it, causing it to grow strong and robust.
Her son’s greedy gaze did not escape her notice. Liu Ruoxi’s expression remained composed, as if unaware, but inwardly she sighed. If it weren’t for the Fallen Angel game, how could she have fallen to this point?
Her son’s fervent gaze made her feel like prey. Or perhaps the existence of the system forced her to become prey. Maybe one day she would be captured by the hunter,δ»ζ€θΊ«δΈη±ε·± (from then on, no longer in control of herself).
Although she had some expectation of her future predicament, for now, she was still a mother.
“Seen enough?”
A calm voice sounded by Yang Haoran’s ear. He chuckled awkwardly and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
“Let me test you.”
Liu Ruoxi picked up the black notebook, glanced at it, and then began quiz Yang Haoran.
Her questions weren’t difficult, basically all points from the notebook. Anyone who had paid slight attention while reading it should be able to answer.
She didn’t deliberately make things hard for her son. Yang Haoran naturally answered these basic questions fluently.
After more than ten minutes, Liu Ruoxi put down the notebook, instructed him that he would be returning to school tomorrow, told him to keep studying hard, and then left.
Seeing his mother close the door, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He hurriedly pulled Yaoyao out from under the bed.
The young girl’s pink, tender body came into view, captivating Yang Haoran’s eyes, his gaze burning with desire.
“Yaoyao…”
After more than ten minutes of cooling down, Yang Mengyao’s mind had cleared. Whether out of a young girl’s shyness or some indescribable reason, she now only wanted to escape this place.
Sheζ δΉ±ε° (flusteredly) put on her clothes and, ignoring her brother’s attempts to dissuade her, fled the room.
Seeing that his sister had also left, Yang Haoran sighed and muttered.
“Mom ruined this for me!”
But he wasn’t too disappointed. He knew that, given Yaoyao’s nature, he, as her brother, would have plenty of opportunities in the future.
Just like today.