On Saturday at noon, Yang Haoran once again went to Auntie He’s house with his best friend, Wei Ming. It was just after lunch. Wei Ming hadn’t gone to his room to play games; since Han Lili became his girlfriend, he had been spending less and less time on gaming lately.
As the saying goes, a woman will affect the speed of drawing your sword.
Yang Haoran and his best friend Wei Ming were lounging on the living room sofa, smoking and chatting about the school’s mock exam results that had been released that morning. He Muchen was sitting beside Yang Haoran, held in his embrace, her face slightly flushed. This was because the young man was being inappropriate right in front of Xiao Ming, his hands wandering restlessly as he fondled her buttocks.
For a mother, this was truly somewhat shameful. She had told Yang Haoran multiple times, but he never took it seriously. She could only acquiesce and accept it.
She now dared not disobey Yang Haoran. This young man had already taken everything from her, and she even feared that he might abandon her, becoming increasingly submissive to him.
This, naturally, fueled Yang Haoran’s audacious confidence. However, his attitude towards Auntie He hadn’t changed much, except that when his best friend Wei Ming wasn’t around, his demands during the degrading acts he forced upon Auntie He in the bedroom became increasingly harsh.
Auntie He was clearly the type of devoted woman who, after giving her heart, becomes a virtuous wife and loving mother, quite obedient to her “husband.”
But this was alsoεΎηδΊ (benefited from) Yang Haoran’s sweet talk and material inducements. Now that he had money, he had given Auntie He another ring and a pair of pearl earrings.
He had taken Auntie He to a jewelry store to buy them. Together, they didn’t cost as much as that gold necklace. Auntie He had picked them out herselfβpretty and affordable.
Yang Haoran didn’t want to treat his woman poorly, but unfortunately, Auntie He was stubbornly insistent, refusing anything expensive. No amount of talking could change her mind.
Later, Auntie He had also taken him to a shopping mall and bought him two sets of clothes. It had to be said, Auntie He’s eye for choosing clothes was impeccable. He felt comfortable wearing them, and being handsome himself, he looked every bit the dashing young man.
“Haozhi, did you cheat? Did you copy from Ji Youxi?”
Wei Ming turned a blind eye to the intimate posture between his mother and his best friend, instead expressing indignation at his best friend’s mock exam results.
Weren’t they supposed to be brothers in misery? Even a slow sparrow should fly early, but it shouldn’t skyrocket like this, right?
Seeing Wei Ming’s frustrated look, Yang Haoran smiled: “It’s not that high, right? Just third in the class, eighth in the grade.”
“Heh… Don’t you think saying that out loud is just showing off?”
Wei Ming couldn’t stand Yang Haoran’s expression; the corner of this guy’s mouth was harder to suppress than an AK in a game.
“To be honest, I’m actually not very satisfied.”
Yang Haoran thought about the ranking announced by the teacher and sighed: “The class monitor being second is nothing to say, but I didn’t expect Youxi to take first place. I ended up as third.”
Wei Ming: “…”
You did take first in the class before, but it was last place. Have you no self-awareness? This improvement is more than just fast; it’s shocking.
Based on Yang Haoran’s recent performance in class, Wei Ming knew Haozhi was improving academically and was mentally prepared for him to rank within the top twenty in the class. He never expected him to charge straight into the top three.
“But Haozhi, you’ve certainly gotten even. That Zhao Jun was pushed down to fourth this time. Let’s see him put on his study committee member airs anymore.”
Yang Haoran, however, didn’t care about Zhao Jun anymore: “The semester is almost over. It’s hard to say if we’ll even be in the same class for the senior high split.”
Hearing this, Wei Ming also felt a sense of foreboding: “It’s highly likely we won’t be in the same class.”
There were currently 12 classes in the first year of high school, with three key classes. The probability of the two of them being assigned to the same class again was indeed quite low. Previously, Wei Ming had only been placed in a key class because he was a sports student. Whether he could remain in one for the second year of high school was hard to say.
“We’re in the same school; meeting up is easy. Besides, don’t I come to your house often enough?”
Yang Haoran said with a laugh, turning his head to glance at Auntie He, whose face was slightly red.
He Muchen felt the young man give her buttock a firm squeeze. Her beautiful eyes shot him a reproachful glance before she turned to Wei Ming and said, “Xiao Ming, you need to put more effort into your studies too. Sports students still need to meet basic score requirements. If you could be like Haoran, Mom wouldn’t have to worry.”
Wei Ming was casual and direct with his best friend Haozhi, even cursing him out when he couldn’t stand him, but towards his mother, He Muchen, he was timid and obedient.
“I know, Mom. I’m just not cut out for studying. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen the sports student path.”
He added a slightly insincere comment at the end: “I can’t compare to Haozhi.”
Yang Haoran also spoke up for his best friend: “Auntie He, actually, Wei Ming improved this time too, ranking 53rd. We’re in a key class; that’s not easy.”
Class 5, Grade 1 had 56 students. Even though he was still at the very bottom, it wasn’t easy for Wei Ming as a sports student.
This was also thanks to the last few students who made no effort to improve. Even in key classes, some students inevitably slacked off. The school would naturally remove them during the class reassignment.
Seeing his mother nod obediently upon hearing Haozhi’s words and say nothing more, Wei Ming felt a pang of sourness in his heart. Mom listened to Haozhi way too much.
Even though he couldn’t see clearly, he could tell that Haozhi’s arm around his mother was constantly moving restlessly, obviously groping her buttocks. And his mother, as if feeling no shame, allowed Haozhi’s paw to roam freely.
Wei Ming couldn’t help but worry about his mother. Just how far had Haozhi gone in “training” his mom? He hadn’t asked in a long time, afraid of the upsetting answer.
Since his mother was being held by Haozhi, Wei Ming couldn’t ask openly. He picked up his phone and sent Haozhi a message.
Little Mingzi: “How’s my mom doing?”
The moment Yang Haoran saw the message, he noticed Auntie He’s gaze shifting over. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He didn’t try to hide it, openly letting Auntie He see Little Mingzi’s message.
Wei Ming, seeing this, twitched the corner of his mouth. This damn Haozhi… he shouldn’t have asked now.
“Auntie He, you see.”
Yang Haoran wore a smile he thought was perfectly fine, though in Wei Ming’s eyes, it looked utterly lecherous.
He Muchen softly uttered an “Mmm,” then glanced at her son. Wei Ming lowered his head, pretending to be dead. He Muchen also felt quite ashamed, unsure what her son meant by asking that. Had Haoran told Xiao Ming about their private affairs?
Her cheeks burned. She extremely unnaturally shifted her gaze away from her son, trying to pretend nothing had happened.
However, Yang Haoran wouldn’t let her off. He leaned close to Auntie He’s ear and whispered: “You slutty bitch, hold onto the sofa armrest and stick your ass out.”
Shocked, He Muchen turned to look at him. But meeting Yang Haoran’s serious expression, her sense of shame practically overflowed. Her face was crimson as she pleaded in a hushed voice: “Don’t… Haoran, Xiao Ming is right here.”
Seeing Auntie He’s bashful, ashamed, and resistant demeanor, Yang Haoran only grew more excited. He insisted sternly: “If you don’t obey, I’ll send Xiao Ming that video of you from that time.”
“Can we… go to the bedroom instead, please?” He Muchen begged softly.
“I won’t do anything, don’t worry!” Yang Haoran knew what Auntie He was worried about and reassured her. Then, his face hardened as he scolded: “Be obedient. I won’t say it again.”
Their exchange was very quiet. Although Wei Ming couldn’t hear exactly what his best friend Haozhi and his mother were saying, seeing his mother’s bright red cheeks told him it wasn’t anything good.
Just as his curiosity was itching unbearably and he was about to speak up and ask, he saw Haozhi remove his arm from around his mother. Then, his mother slowly changed her sitting posture, seeming utterly ashamed, her whole body trembling. She knelt on the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushion slightly, buried her head near the sofa armrest, and slowly… raised her buttocks!
Wei Ming’s eyes widened abruptly, as large as copper bells. The black bodycon dress his mother was wearing clung tightly to her full, round buttocks, outlining a sensually ample peach shape, the curves extremely alluring.
Even though he knew his mother’s buttocks were quite plump, he never knew they could look so perfectly round and appealing when raised like thisβtempting enough to drive someone to commit a crime.