On the other end, Zhou Shiwen, noticing that Yang Haoran hadn’t replied for a long time, scrolled back up to admire the lewd photos once more. Seeing the tent pitched in his pants, he looked back at their chat messages. Reading them together, he suddenly froze, his breathing growing increasingly rapid. A certain possibility took root and sprouted in his heart. Typing anxiously, he asked, “Haoran, this is my mom, right?”
“This is the photo from when you were fucking her in the ass.”
Yang Haoran: “Correct. Aunt Shen wants you to bring the photos to her.”
Receiving this message, Zhou Shiwen was somewhat disbelief. “Haoran, don’t mess with me. Is this for real?”
Yang Haoran sent a message to Aunt Shen: “Bitch wife, send Shiwen a message telling him to bring the photos to you. This is your master’s command.”
Upon receiving the message, Shen Qing only took it seriously after seeing those last words. She replied, “Yes, Master.”
Although unsure what little Haoran was scheming, since he issued the command as her master, Shen Qing treated it with some seriousness. She edited a message as Yang Haoran instructed and sent it to her son.
Downstairs, Zhou Shiwen, who hadn’t received a reply from Yang Haoran, got his mother’s message first. After reading it, which indeed instructed him to bring the photos to her without saying much else, a mix of confusion and anticipation welled up inside him.
Clutching his phone, Zhou Shiwen left his room, went up to the second floor, and knocked on his mother’s master bedroom door.
Shen Qing, already fully dressed, wanted to see what little Haoran was up to. Hearing the knock, she called out, “Come in, Wenwen.”
Zhou Shiwen opened the door and walked anxiously over to his mother, handing her his phone. “Mom, here are the photos you wanted.”
Shen Qing glanced at them, and her face instantly flushed a deep, peach-blossom pink. She let out a soft “Mmm,” then looked at her nervous son and asked, “Do you know who these photos are of?”
“Y-yes… Mom’s…”
Zhou Shiwen stammered, feeling both ashamed and excited.
Seeing that her son knew, Shen Qing’s beautiful, charming face grew even redder. She glanced at him and said casually, “Take them back. Send these photos to me. Go to bed early; no need to study so late.”
“Okay.”
Relieved that his mother wasn’t angry, Zhou Shiwen instantly felt a wave of relaxation. As he left the room, he secretly resolved to treasure these photos just like the videos, saving them as keepsakes.
A while later, Yang Haoran messaged: “Surprised, bitch wife?”
Shen Qing understood that little Haoran had purely intended for Wenwen to bring the photos to her, humiliating her in front of her son. Seemingly unbothered, she replied, “Little Haoran, Auntie received your surprise. Thank you for taking such beautiful photos of me. Remember to take more next time; these aren’t enough.”
Seeing Aunt Shen’s reply, which was full ofๆ่ก (defiance/provocation), Yang Haoran instantly felt like he was punching cottonโhis effort had no effect. He replied: “You slutty bitch~ Just you wait (angry)(angry).”
Yang Haoran wasn’t truly angry; this was part of their dynamic. Clearly, Aunt Shen felt it wasn’t enough and wanted him to think of more interesting ways to humiliate her.
Yang Haoran scratched his head thinking for a moment, and finally came up with an idea. He sent it to Aunt Shen: “Slutty bitch, go find Shiwen. Tell him to accompany you tomorrow to buy a dog crate. Make it clear it’s for you to use. Finally, tell Shiwen: ‘This is the master’s task.'”
Yang Haoran thought this idea was excellent. He would never entertain the thought of having Aunt Shen seduce Shiwen or give him “benefits”โthat would be utterly idiotic. If he wasn’t present, things could get out of hand, and he might end up being cuckolded. The grass on his future grave would need to be three zhang high (a Chinese expression meaning a tragic or deserving end) to match that.
Unless he was present, playing their erotic games.
The thought made his heart itch, and he considered whether he should visit Aunt Shen’s house tomorrow.
Shen Qing saw the message, and her calm expression instantly shifted dramatically. Gently biting her lip, the feeling of shame made her delicate body tremble slightly, yet it was also like a poison she found intoxicating.
Moments later, her face returned to normal as she knocked on her son’s door.
Zhou Shiwen was in his room secretly admiring those photos and watching the previously recorded videos of his mother with Haoran, using his “five-fingered sister” (masturbating). Hearing his mother’s knock and her voice telling him to open the door, he got such a fright that his erection instantly wilted.
Flustered, he hurriedly tidied up and went to open the door, letting his mother in.
Zhou Shiwen asked nervously, “Mom, what is it?”
Shen Qing noticed her son’s nervous expression and the slight sweat on his forehead. Her gaze shifted to the wastebasket in the room, where she saw crumpled-up tissues. Shen Qing raised an eyebrow and scolded her son, “Don’t jerk off too much; it’s bad for your health.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Seeing his mother had discovered, Zhou Shiwen gave an embarrassed laugh. Shen Qing didn’t press the issue further and moved past the topic. Looking at Shiwen with a smile, she asked, “Shiwen, are you free tomorrow?”
“Yeah, why Mom?”
Zhou Shiwen found it a bit strange. Did his mother have something she needed him to do tomorrow?
Shen Qing’s face instantly flushed a deep red. Smiling, she said, “Accompany me to the mall tomorrow to buy a dog crate.”
“Mom, are you getting a dog?”
Hearing this, Zhou Shiwen was somewhat interested. He quite liked pet dogs, and the house was too spaciousโjust him, his mom, and Wenjieๅง (Older Sister Wenjie, likely the live-inไฟๅง nanny/maid mentioned later) living in such a big villa. Having a pet dog to liven up the house sounded good to him.
“No.” Shen Qing knew her son had genuinely thought of pet dogs and wasn’t intentionally trying to humiliate her. She said with a smile, “The dog crate we’re buying tomorrow is for me to use. Wenwen, if you like dogs, we can also buy a pet dog while we’re there.”
“Ah!!”
Zhou Shiwen’s jaw dropped in instant surprise. His son’s inexplicable gaze sent a powerful wave of shame washing over Shen Qing, flushing her cheeks crimson.
Seeing his mother’s reddened cheeks, Zhou Shiwen instantly understoodโit must be Haoran who told her to do this. Smartly, he dropped the subject and said, “I understand, Mom.”
Her son’s reaction lessened the embarrassment Shen Qing felt inside. However, thinking about what she had to say next made her feel both ashamed and increasingly excited. Looking at her son, her red lips parted lightly: “Wenwen, this is Mommy’s master’s task!”
Zhou Shiwen was stunned. He had already understood and didn’t want to embarrass his mother further by mentioning it, so why was she bringing it up herself?
“I understand, Mom,” Zhou Shiwenๅชๅฅฝ said again. Then, curious, he asked, “Mom, is Haoran starting to train you now?”
Since his mother had brought it up herself, he cast aside his reservations, feeling excited about it.
“Mmm.”
Having laid it out clearly, Shen Qing felt much more at ease. Thinking he had been studying very hard lately, she decided to give him a reward and suggested, “When you have time, you can help Ranran (Haoran) by suggesting ideas to help him train Mommy.”
“Ah… really, Mom?!” Zhou Shiwen’s excitement was written all over his face.
Shen Qing affirmed it: “Mmm, you can make some suggestions. But whether they’re adopted is up to little Haoran. Mommy has no say in the matter.”
Zhou Shiwen understood that his mother was his childhood friend’s sex slave and indeed had no say in this aspect. He was different. Whether as Haoran’s childhood friend or as his mother’s son, he could propose suggestions to Haoran, helping him tame his own mother into the bitch under his control.
Zhou Shiwen’s face flushed red with anticipation as all sorts of็ฉๆณ (play methods/ideas) flooded his mind. Shen Qing, accustomed to her son’s excitement, said, “Wenwen, you think about it first. Mommy is going back.”
“Okay!”
After Shen Qing left, Zhou Shiwen’s thoughts gushed forth like a spring. Various exciting ideas for็ฉๆณ emerged. The only complication was the live-inไฟๅง (baomu – nanny/housekeeper), Wenjieๅง (Older Sister Wenjie), which made him feel conflicted. Many of these็ฉๆณ couldn’t be done at home.
After all, Zhou Shiwen didn’t want Wenjieๅง to know about his… pervertedๅฟ็ (psychology/mentality). How would she view him afterwards? She wasn’t his mother; she wouldn’t beๅ ๅฎน (tolerant/accommodating) of him. She would likely only feel disgust towards him.
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