Yang Haoran instinctively took hold of the dog leash, only then noticing that his mother’s voice sounded somewhat cold and distant, as if she was dissatisfied. By the time he reacted and looked over, his mother had already lowered her head before him, prostrating herself like a bitch. The silver chain in his hand extended to the black collar around his mother’s neck, seemingly waiting for his command.
Yang Haoran had no choice but to set aside his thoughts for the moment. He pulled a black leather whip from the glove compartment, opened the right passenger door, stepped out, and gave the dog leash a sharp tug!
Liu Ruoxi, driven by the pulling force on her neck, crawled over from the passenger seat. As her son planted both feet on the ground and pulled her, she slowly crawled out of the car on all fours under the gaze of Shen Qing, Zhou Wenwen, and Tang Wenqian.
Fortunately, the villa’s entrance was paved with marble tiles, not the damp soil from outside.
Even with her head lowered, Shen Qing could tell from her figure that this was her best friend Ruoxi, Little Ranran’s mother. The scene before her was extremely shockingβRuoxi hadn’t mentioned she would be led out of the car on a leash!
Had they been inside the villa, Shen Qing wouldnβt have been surprised to see her best friend Ruoxi being led around like a bitch by Little Ranran, as she had seen photos of that before.
But it was this specific scene before her that brought a smile to Shen Qing’s lips.
The tinted windows of Liu Ruoxi’s BMW meant those outside couldnβt see what was happening inside the car.
Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen merely thought the bitch being led by her owner looked somewhat familiar, though her head was lowered, hiding her face.
Judging by her upturned, fleshy sheer-stocking-clad plump buttocks and her exposed large breasts, her figure seemed comparable to even Sister Shen’s.
“Little Ranran, your auntie has been waiting for you since early morning.”
Auntie Shen walked over with a light, graceful step, her slender waist swaying like a water snake. She moved with an elegant, alluring grace.
The corners of her stunningly beautiful mouth lifted slightly in a faint smile. With every glance and smile, her captivating, shimmering eyes radiated endless seduction, like a swaying datura flower approaching step by stepβenchanting, mesmerizing, yet dangerous!
“Auntie Shen, it’s only around ten o’clock now.”
Yang Haoran’s gaze burned with desire as he led his mother forward to meet her. Casually, he asked, “Where are the others?”
He glanced around and only noticed Auntie Shen, along with Wenwen and Tang Wenqian guarding the main gate. He remembered clearly that Auntie Shen had gifted him twelve slave girls.
Shen Qing meaningfully guided Yang Haoran’s attention to his best friend Liu Ruoxi, who was crawling on all fours behind him, and said with a light laugh, “They all had urgent matters to attend to today and have returned.”
Yang Haoran instantly understoodβAuntie Shen was implying that this was arranged by his mother.
Liu Ruoxi, enduring her shame with flushed cheeks, listened to her son and best friend converse. She buried her head deeply, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in. The humiliation was unbearable.
Her best friend Shen Qing, whom she had often called a sly fox, was now standing and talking with her son like a normal person, while sheβboth his best friend and his motherβhad to crouch low like a bitch at her son’s feet.
Liu Ruoxi trembled all over, her body going weak. If not for her limbs supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.
“Mom, crawl over here.”
Yang Haoran sounded somewhat displeased. He gave the dog leash a sharp pull, causing Liu Ruoxi to stumble. Anger mixed with shame surged within her as she was directly led by her son to the vermilion main gate.
“Welcome home, Master!”
“Welcome home, Master!”
Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen bowed and greeted him in delicate voices, their large breasts trembling precariously, nearly exposed right before Yang Haoran’s eyes.
Shen Qing leaned close to Yang Haoran’s ear and whispered something.
“Sister Wenqian, Wenwen, let me introduce you.”
Yang Haoran understood immediately. He tugged the dog leash, forcing his mother to lift her head. Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed as bright as peach blossoms, eliciting gasps of surprise from Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen.
“Sister Liu!”
Seeing the two women’s stunned expressions, Yang Haoran smiled and introduced, “This is Master’s slutty bitch mother. You can call her the Sheer-Stockings-Slut-Bitch.”
Facing Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen’s incredulous stares, Liu Ruoxi was overcome with shame and anger, her eyes darting away, almost too afraid to meet their gaze. Even though she had mentally prepared herself, the scene before her still filled her with intense humiliation.
Seeing his mother’s extreme embarrassment, Yang HaoranιζΆ loosened the dog leash, allowing her to lower her head.
He didnβt want to push things too farβit was best to quit while ahead.
“Sister Liu… how could it be you?”
Zhou Wenwen couldnβt help but ask in a delicate voice. She vaguely remembered the first time she saw Sister Liuβhow dignified, gorgeous, and commanding she had been. Now, Sister Liu was being led by their master like a lewd, lowly bitch. The stark contrast left Zhou Wenwen shocked and unable to believe it after the initial surprise.
Compared to the simple-minded Zhou Wenwen, Tang Wenqian, who had already suspected something, was shocked but quickly lowered her head, not daring to say a word. She urgently signaled Zhou Wenwen with her eyes.
Zhou Wenwen’s brainless question made Tang Wenqian’s heart sink. This close friend of hers truly had large breasts but no brains. Even if Sister Liu was the master’s bitch, so what?
She wasnβt like themβafter all, she was the master’s mother. It went without saying that she shouldnβt be offended.
Hearing Zhou Wenwen’s question, Liu Ruoxi didnβt respond, her heart filled with extreme shame. Suddenly, the sound of a whistling whip cut through the air, followed by a burning pain on her buttocks. Her son’s voice rang out:
“Slutty bitch mom, lift your head and introduce yourself to Wenwen.”
As the dog leash tugged, Liu Ruoxi saw her best friend Shen Qing blinking at her and Zhou Wenwen looking at her with curiosity. She ignored her son, who was grinning broadly.
Liu Ruoxi fought back her shame, gritted her teeth, and introduced herself in a trembling voice: “We…Wenwen… I am Master’s… slutty bitch mother…”
Once she finished, Liu Ruoxi glared at her son. Yang Haoran knowingly loosened the leash, allowing Liu Ruoxi to lower her head and catch her breath.
“Alright, let’s go inside.”
Shen Qing watched with great interest before turning to Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen and instructing, “Today, the master will primarily play with Sister Shen and Sister Liu. You two will act as the master’s assistants.”
Then, everyone entered the spacious, luxurious hall. Yang Haoran immediately noticed two large devices placed in the center of the room.