By the time the two of them came out, Liu Ruoxi had already been waiting for them on the lobby sofa for a while. Tang Wenqian and Zhou Wenwen, knowing that Sister Shen was pregnant, attended to her with careful solicitude.
“Wenwen, add me and send the video to me.”
Yang Haoran held out his phone for Wenwen to scan. Liu Ruoxi shot her son a glance. “No need. Wenwen already sent the video to me. She doesn’t have it on her phone.”
Seeing her son looking at her with surprise, Liu Ruoxi emphasized, “Mom said before, any videos about Mom are to be given to Mom for safekeeping. If you want to watch them, you can ask me later.”
This reminded Yang Haoran that his mother had indeed set this rule. His face stiffened. He had promised his girlfriend, Ji Youxi, that he would send her today’s video for her enjoyment. Was he going to break his promise now?
Yang Haoran could only set the matter aside for the moment. Seeing Wenwen take out her phone, looking flustered and hesitant to scan because of his mother’s words, he urged, “What are you standing there for? Scan it quickly.”
“Oh… okay, Master.”
In a fluster, Zhou Wenwen clumsily added Yang Haoran as a friend. With a ding, her body was pulled into Yang Haoran’s embrace as he sat on the sofa. Her two enormous breasts were kneaded and groped.
“Your tits are pretty big… In a few days, your Master will come and favor you again.”
Zhou Wenwen felt a tongue lick across her cheek. Her face flushed, and she whispered softly, “Mmm, as long as Master likes them. Wenwen will dance for you then.”
She had long since regarded this boy, younger than her, as her man. Unlike the breast-obsessed fans in her live stream who showered her with gifts to make her dance, she hardly danced anymore because she no longer needed the money. Live streaming was just a hobby now.
The “Flat-Chested Princess” uploader account had, in the eyes of her fans, undergone a sudden style change. Not only had she deleted previous dance videos like the “Big Pendulum” and others, but during live streams, she now showed her face and played games instead. There were no more offers to dance for specific gifts, and so on.
This abnormal state inevitably led to numerous fans discussing fervently in the comment section, speculating that the anchor must have been taken care of by some wealthy patron, becoming his private plaything.
Some fans, who enjoyed stirring up trouble and couldn’t see the massive breasts they longed for day and night, turned from fans into detractors. They disparaged the anchor in the comments, saying she had gained hundreds of thousands of followers with vulgar, titillating videos, and now that she was slightly famous, she was trying to whitewash her image and play the innocent, pure typeβclearly just holding out for the highest bidder and fishing for a wealthy husband.
However, these controversial topicsεθ increased the “Flat-Chested Princess” account’s popularity, boosting its traffic and even landing it on the platform’s hot topics list, attracting many casual onlookers. The account’s follower count was now approaching a million.
Yang Haoran rarely paid attention to the platform anymore and was completely unaware that the doll-faced, big-breasted beauty in his arms was nearly a million-follower anchor. His hands enjoyed the soft sensation, constantly grabbing and kneading the snow-white, enormous breasts into various lewd shapes. The silver nipple rings adorning the peaks of her snowy breasts made the scene look utterly debauched.
“Mmm~~ ahh~~ Master~”
Feeling her nipple rings being tugged, Zhou Wenwen shuddered all over, a little frightened.
“Haoran.”
Liu Ruoxi saw her son’s hand moving toward Wenwen’s crotch and frowned. “Stop playing around. Come back with Mom.”
“Oh… okay.”
Yang Haoran reluctantly let go of Wenwen, who was panting softly from his play. He grinned and said, “Mom, look at Wenwen. Her body is so petite, like a little girl’s, but her tits are so huge. Holding her and fucking her like a fleshlight must be incredibly satisfying.”
By now, Liu Ruoxi had grown somewhat accustomed to her son’s lewd and vulgar language. She said with mild exasperation, “If you want to play, you can come play during your next break. Wenwen isn’t going anywhere.”
In Liu Ruoxi’s eyes, Zhou Wenwen was merely a plaything for her son’s amusement. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have spent money to keep her for him, even giving her an apartment. She also served as a spy to keep an eye on her son.
Afterward, Tang Wenqian, Zhou Wenwen, and Shen Qing saw the mother and son off to their car until they gradually disappeared from view.
“Wenwen, Wenqian, tidy up a bit. We’re done for today.”
…
In the car, Yang Haoran tried to make small talk with his mother, but sheζ·θ‘ him with noncommittal “hmms” and “ohs.” He complained, “Mother, didn’t you say you wouldn’t blame me today?”
Now that her son knew about her pregnancy, Liu Ruoxi was just unsure how to interact with him, feeling a sense of awkwardness. Hearing his complaint, she retorted, “Did Mom scold you?”
“No.”
“Did Mom hit you?”
“Uh…” Yang Haoran scratched his head. “Not really, no.”
“Then that’s that. What more are you trying to stir up?”
Hearing his mother’s calm response, Yang Haoran was almost convinced. Was he really being unreasonable? He just wanted to show some concern for his mother. There was nothing wrong with that, right?
Looking at his mother’s stunning profile, her expression cool and detached, Yang Haoran muttered, “Mom… this is emotional abuse. You’re turning your back on me as soon as we’re out.”
“Heh…” This actually made Liu Ruoxi laugh. “Haven’t you ever heard of playing along for the occasion?”
Why did that sound so familiar? Yang Haoran thought about it and realized it was a mirror of what he said when he asked for money.
Anxious, he said, “Mom, you can’t go back on your word. You promised me at the estate. I remember it clearly. It hasn’t even been that long; you can’t have forgotten already.”
He was worried her words meant she was reneging on what she had agreed to earlier.
Liu Ruoxi’s expression nearly slipped. With slightly flushed cheeks, she feigned composure. “Is that all? The games you play with Shen Qing, in Mom’s opinion, are nothing special.”
“Since Mom promised you, I will naturally do as you said when the time comes. But it’s not built yet, is it? We’ll talk about it then.”
The mother and son were discussing the matter of the human toilet.
Hearing his mother’s words, Yang Haoran felt relieved and immediately resumed his cheerful grin. “Mom, after you give birth, during this period, you don’t have to play these games with me.”
“Can you hold back?” Liu Ruoxi shot her son a sidelong glance.
“Uh…” Yang Haoran immediately lost confidence. “Occasionally… just occasionally… and I won’t be as rough with Mom as this time.”
Now that his mother was pregnant, Yang Haoran couldn’t bear the thought of training her, even though he knew privately, she would no longer refuse his instruction.
But since his mother was pregnant, Yang Haoran didn’t dare engage in any torturous activities anymore. Occasionally leading her around like a bitch would be enough to satisfy him.
“You…” Liu Ruoxi’s tone held a note of helplessness. “Are these things really that fun? Are you so obsessed with them? Did Mom discipline you too strictly before, warping your psychology, making you enjoy the thrill of treating Mom like a pet and dominating me?”
Yang Haoran felt inwardly embarrassed, as if he were stripped naked under his mother’s gaze. He shamelessly chuckled. “I like small animals; it shows I have a loving heart! Besides, Mom, you’re so beautiful. In my eyes, you’re a top-quality pet dog. Of course I want to collect you as a beauty-bitch.”
Hearing these shocking words come out of Yang Haoran’s mouth, Liu Ruoxi was already used to it. She retorted, “So what else do you want Mom to do? You want Mom to be a beauty-bitch, and you want Mom to please you like a dog. That, Mom cannot do.”
“Rather than fantasizing about that, you might as well just treat Mom as a disobedient dog.”