The result was that Xu Liang’s parents were so open-minded that it even took Xiao Shaowan by surprise. After a brief round of questions, they learned that she had excellent academic grades, was in a top-tier class, came from a single-parent family, and coupled with her outstanding looks, they treated her with great warmth.
When Xiao Shaowan was about to leave, Xu’s mother even pressed a red envelope containing ten thousand yuan into her hand, calling it a meeting gift.
Both of Xu Liang’s parents were businesspeople, and the family was well-off, which actually made Xiao Shaowan feel a bit guilty. Xu Liang was also deeply infatuated with her. The two of them should have been a perfect match, a ideal couple, but unfortunately, the timing of their meeting turned everything into an illusion, as fleeting as flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in water.
The latest news was that last night, after a day out together, Xu Liang hinted that Xiao Shaowan should stay with him at a hotel for the night, but she refused.
After reading this, Yang Haoran fell into thought. It was clear that Xu Liang was serious; otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought Wan’er (Xiao Shaowan) to meet his parents. They were only in their first year of high school, which showed how eager Xu Liang was to claim her as his own. This was probably also because Xiao Shaowan had been refusing to let him touch her.
Yang Haoran analyzed that Xu Liang bringing Wan’er to meet his parents was his way of giving her a sense of security, showing that he was serious and would take responsibility. Hence, the hint last night about having his girlfriend, Xiao Shaowan, stay over at the hotel.
Yang Haoran found it both amusing and frustrating. If Xu Liang knew that Xiao Shaowan’s virginity had already been taken by him, and that her tender pussy had been fucked so thoroughly it was practically molded to the shape of his cock, he wondered if Xu Liang would be furious enough to stomp his feet.
After this moment of reflection, Yang Haoran edited a message telling Xiao Shaowan to proactively ask Xu Liang out to a movie tomorrow night and to book three tickets for the back row.
After sending the message, Yang Haoran received a reply a short while later.
Xiao Shaowan: “It’s booked. Are you coming?”
Yang Haoran: “Yes, Daddy is coming to see his daughter’s boyfriend.”
On the other end, Xiao Shaowan clearly understood Yang’s intention and asked: “Should I wear a skirt?”
Yang pretended not to understand: “Daughter, why are you asking Daddy whether you should wear a skirt or not?”
Xiao Shaowan pursed her lips lightly and replied: “Wearing a skirt makes it more convenient for Daddy!”
Indulging Yang’s twisted sense of humor, Xiao Shaowan satisfied him: “It makes it more convenient for Daddy to fuck his daughter’s pussy.”
Yang expressed surprise: “Daughter, isn’t your pussy your boyfriend’s?”
Xiao Shaowan: “No, daughter’s pussy belongs to Daddy.”
Yang: “Then what about your little mouth and asshole, daughter?”
Xiao Shaowan: “Daughter’s little mouth is for serving Daddy, and her asshole is always waiting for Daddy to pop her cherry whenever he’s interested.”
Yang: “Then doesn’t that mean your boyfriend has nothing, daughter?”
Xiao Shaowan: “Mmhmm!”
Seeing that Xiao Shaowan’s reply was just a single “Mmhmm,” Yang knew she wasn’t really in the mood for flirtatious chat anymore. Not wanting to push her, he directly said: “Wan’er, tomorrow wear a skirt and black stockings. No panties. It’ll be more convenient for Daddy to fuck you. Put a vibrator in your tender pussy and give me the remote control then.”
Xiao Shaowan: “Mmhmm, understood, Master!”
…
After replying to all the messages, Yang Haoran took a shower and then went peacefully to sleep.
The next morning, Yang Haoran was woken up by Liu Ruoxi, who told him to wash up and come have breakfast.
With only his mother at home alone with him, Yang Haoran was in a wonderfully good mood. He obediently acknowledged her and got up to brush his teeth and wash his face in the bathroom.
Liu Ruoxi watched her son leave the room, then frowned at the sight of the messy bedding. She sighed and had no choice but to tidy it up for him.
Her fair, delicate hands smoothed out the wrinkled bedding, which she then rolled up vertically and placed at the corner of the bed. She meticulously arranged everything, her stunningly beautiful face calm and elegant, as pleasing to the eye as a clear, bottomless lake—until Liu Ruoxi discovered that black stocking under her son’s pillow. Her tranquil eyes rippled with disturbance, like a meteor streaking across a quiet night sky, flickering with a cold light.
Liu Ruoxi picked it up and sniffed it. A faint, lewd scent drifted into her nostrils, causing her to frown slightly.
She carefully examined the style of the stocking. It wasn’t hers, and she ruled out her best friend Shen Qing as well. Given her son’s character, she even ran through the possibility of Yang Mengyao in her mind, but still couldn’t find an answer.
Liu Ruoxi put away the evidence and went downstairs to the dining table, where she acted completely normal while having breakfast with her son. Yang was in high spirits, wolfing down his food. Liu Ruoxi, in contrast, ate slowly and gracefully, a truly pleasing sight. Her elegant demeanor was like that of a lotus flower, unsullied by the mud it grows in, ethereal and otherworldly.
Yet, her exquisitely beautiful, picture-perfect face was paired with a hot, sexy figure—curvy in all the right places, with full breasts and a round, ample bottom—making one not only salivate but also feel a raging desire.
She was like a seemingly dignified, cold, and unattainable fairy, yet in reality, she possessed lewd, massive breasts and an obscenely tempting butt that stirred lustful thoughts. It made one want to tear off her fairy veil, drag her down into the dust, and thoroughly enjoy her wanton, indecent body, listening to her sweet, moaning sounds of pleasure, making her sink into endless carnal desire until she was beyond redemption, no longer lofty or out of reach, completely degraded into a personal, top-tier plaything!
This stemmed from the dark side of human nature—the desire to possess beautiful things, then subject them to corruption and defilement, deriving a perverted pleasure from that darkness. It was like a drug, inducing ecstasy and addiction!
Yang Haoran was undoubtedly such a slave to desire. Although he loved his mother deep down, even more than that, he wanted to turn her into his exclusive forbidden fruit, like a beauty hidden away in his chambers, reduced to being his personal sex slave, human toilet, and bitch—to freely humiliate, train, and satisfy his twisted inner cravings.
Perhaps considering Yang Haoran’s slightly pale complexion the day before, which made him look almost kidney-deficient, Liu Ruoxi made a richly nourishing breakfast for him. Ginseng and black chicken soup, cordyceps and old duck soup, wolfberry and lamb congee… all sorts of dishes were served on the table early in the morning. It was an undeniably lavish spread.
Even though it was just breakfast for two, it had the grandeur of a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.
This was only possible because Liu Ruoxi was the CEO of a listed company. Otherwise, relying solely on Yang Wenfu’s salary, they would have gone bankrupt long ago eating like this.
The family’s assets were mostly in her hands. Yang Wen’s salary was basically pocket change, and he generously gave Yang Haoran spending money whenever he asked for it.
Yang Haoran wolfed down the delicious dishes, feeling warmth spreading through his stomach. His eyes occasionally drifted toward his mother, glances that Liu Ruoxi naturally noticed but chose to ignore, remaining composed.
She was well aware of her son’s thoughts. As long as he didn’t go too far in daily life—like staring openly at her chest as he had the day before—she wouldn’t scold him to the point of not even allowing him to look.
“Mother, it’s the holiday. How about we, mother and son, go out for some fun today?”
Yang Haoran swallowed his food and proposed to his mother.
Liu Ruoxi swept a light glance at him with her delicate eyebrows and parted her vermilion lips: “Where did you have in mind to go?”
It was the National Day holiday, and she thought it would indeed be nice to accompany her son on an outing.
Without hesitation, Yang said: “Let’s go to the resort cabin and soak in the hot springs. The hot springs can help your son relax, and you, Mother, can also take the opportunity to pamper your skin.”
“Is Mother’s skin not good?” Liu Ruoxi’s cool eyes narrowed slightly.
Yang Haoran broke out in a cold sweat internally and lavished exaggerated praise: “It’s good, absolutely excellent, Mother! Your skin is as smooth as jade, as crystalline as white snow—that innate, cool porcelain tone with a faint glow, like an unpolished gem. The feel is incredibly wonderful. Your son is at a loss for words to describe it properly.”
“You seem quite good at describing it, though.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son’s exaggerated performance, her full, lush red lips curling into a seductive arc.
“Hehe…” Yang Haoran giggled. “Mother, that’s all the talent your son has in him. Even if I emptied myself out, I couldn’t describe the flawless quality of your skin. I’m afraid any further attempt would only tarnish you!”
He wasn’t exaggerating. His mother’s skin was truly soft, tender, supple, and smooth all at once. Especially her snow-white breasts—the wonderful feel of them still lingered in his memory, something he could savor with great relish.
If such flattery came from an outsider, Liu Ruoxi wouldn’t even bat an eye. But since it was Yang Haoran, her son, she smiled gently: “Your mouth is as sweet as if it’s been dipped in honey. It seems your language arts grades are quite good. I hope you won’t just keep saying ‘my dear mother’ over and over…”
Hearing his mother say this, Yang Haoran looked embarrassed and defended himself with grievance: “I don’t! Isn’t Mother precisely your son’s dear mother? I keep my love for Mother on my lips and in my heart!”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Liu Ruoxi was somewhat amused, then said with deep meaning: “Then, my little Haoran who loves his mother so much, could you explain to Mother whose stocking it was under your pillow?”