In the evening, Dad came home from work. He had been under the impression that Mom had gone to see her non-existent lover. Seeing Mom return, the atmosphere became deathly quiet.
Yang Haoran noticed Dadβs unpleasant expression and explained that he had been at Momβs place for the past two days. Dad was unaware that he had been injured and hospitalized, mistakenly thinking he had also gone to the supposed loverβs place.
After the family had dinner, Yang Wenfu stopped his wife. Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Haoran and Yaoyao had gone upstairs, the couple discussed matters for a while.
Yang Wenfu, aware that his wifeβs heart no longer belonged to him, took the initiative to propose a mutual separation. Liu Ruoxi remained silent for a moment before agreeing.
However, seeing his wife actually agree, Yang Wenfu felt a complex bitterness in his heart. Liu Ruoxi had already stood up and left.
The couple now shared a deep-seated estrangement, unable to return to how things were before. In the week after his wife left, Yang Wenfu lived in immense depression, his mind constantly haunted by images of his wife being held in another manβs arms, filling his heart with sour anguish.
After an internal struggle, Yang Wenfu, disheartened, proactively suggested the separation. While his wifeβs agreement was expected, it still pierced his heart with pain.
…
At night, Yang Haoran secretly slipped into his motherβs bedroom, only to find her still awake, staring blankly out the window.
This time, Yang Haoran walked up behind Liu Ruoxi without her noticing:
βMom, why arenβt you asleep yet?β
Yang Haoran, carefully observing his motherβs mood and sensing she seemed somewhat down, asked cautiously.
Liu Ruoxi glanced back at him and spoke softly, her first sentence stunning Yang Haoran.
βHaoran, are we wronging your father like this?β
Yang Haoran could guess his mother was feeling guilty but didnβt understand why she brought it up now.
Guilty?
Yang Haoran was clear that the incest between mother and son was unacceptable by both ethics and morality, condemned by societal norms.
βMom, I am the one who wronged Dad, not you.β
Yang Haoran, without any jest, said to his mother seriously: βDad cheated first. He wronged you first. And besides Dad, donβt you understand, Mom? It is I who wants to possess you exclusively.β
Yang Haoran took all responsibility upon himself, aside from his fatherβs part, and indeed, that was the truth.
But he was unaware of the full truth. As a participant, Liu Ruoxi knew that the threat posed by the Fallen Angel game against her son and daughter was the root reason for her yielding to her son.
Without that external pressure, Yang Haoran could never have swayed Liu Ruoxi, nor would he have ever obtained the mother he longed for day and night.
Liu Ruoxi neither confirmed nor denied her sonβs words, turning instead to look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window: βYou have a right to know about this. Your mother is going to divorce your father.β
Her voice was very, very soft, like the radiant moon above, yet it made Yang Haoran freeze for two seconds. He felt no joy, thought for a moment, and said: βMom, you and Dad were inevitably going to divorce. Even if you hadnβt told me this news now, by the end of this semester, I would have made sure you and Dad divorced.β
Yang Haoran spoke with firm resolve. Liu Ruoxi looked back at him, and Yang Haoran, unwavering, continued: βMom, you belong to me. I am your Master. In this regard, you must listen to me.β
Pausing here, Yang Haoran looked at his mother and said, word by word: βYou are my mother, and you are my plaything. Everything about you must belong to me. Your heart cannot hold any other man, not even Dad.β
Seeing her sonβs rare seriousness and his naively domineering words, Liu Ruoxi let out a light laugh, her mood suddenly improving quite a bit. She patted his head and said with a smile: βNo matter what, you will always be my child.β
βSighβ¦ Mom, donβt be like this!β
Yang Haoran felt extremely embarrassed. He pushed away his motherβs hand from his head and said gloomily: βMom, you donβt take me seriously as your Master at all.β
Liu Ruoxi teased him: βDidnβt you say it was a role-play game? You were the one who kept saying that yourself.β
Yang Haoran was immediately left speechless, mumbling for a while: βEven in the game, I am your Master. You admitted it yourself.β
βHmm, and then?β
Liu Ruoxi looked at him with her beautiful eyes, feigning confusion.
Yang Haoran knew his mother was deliberately teasing him. It was clear her mood had improved, so he smiled and said: βDuring the game, Mom, you just need to be obedient. Nowβ¦ do as you please!β
βHmph! You focus too much on all that nonsense, still wanting your mother to play along with you.β
Liu Ruoxi snorted coldly. Her tone held none of a sex slaveβs respect for her master, sounding more like a mother lecturing her son.
She never really kept the βMasterβ title in her heart. Compared to βMaster,β the word βsonβ held far more weight in her mind.
βHeheβ¦ Mom, youβre always right.β
Yang Haoran, seeming carefree, readily admitted it. Then he wrapped his arms around his motherβs slender waist. Seeing she didnβt resist, his hands slid down to fondle her buttocks. Feeling the smooth, plump roundness in his hands, he praised: βMom, your ass is so full.β
A faint blush coloured Liu Ruoxiβs stunningly beautiful face. She glared at him, swatted his hand away, and scolded: βDonβt be so disrespectful. Now is not the time for that.β
The implication was clear to both mother and son. Yang Haoran, unwilling to give up, reached his hand back to fondle her plump, peach-like buttocks, saying: βMother, you are pregnant now, itβs inconvenient. After some time, let me break in your asshole, alright?β
Liu Ruoxi felt ashamed inside but pretended to coldly refuse: βNo! Donβt get any ideas about that place!β
βSighβ¦ Then Mom, why are you still letting me touch your butt?β
βGet lost!β
Liu Ruoxi instantly couldnβt maintain her composure, flustered and angry as she slapped his misbehaving hand away.
Yang Haoran accepted his motherβs scolding cheerfully. Once her anger subsided, he shamelessly went back to fondling her buttocks again. Liu Ruoxi truly had no way to deal with him and could only let him knead and grope her buttocks as he pleased, her face flushing crimson.
The mother and son were far beyond what they used to be. They had engaged in acts far more shameful. At this level, if her son insisted on fondling her, Liu Ruoxi could only acquiesce.
After a while, the two maintained their transgressive intimate posture while chatting. Yang Haoran found standing inconvenient, so he led his blushing mother to the bedside. Like he had once done with Yaoyao, he had his mother sit on his lap.
Yang Haoranβs hands slipped inside his motherβs collar, climbing upward until they covered her high, full snow-peaks. He pressed and kneaded them firmly several times, then skillfully pinched both of her tender pink nipples between his fingers, playing with them. The sound of his motherβs suppressed moans ringing in his ears was like heavenly music to Yang Haoran, filling him with extreme satisfaction. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: βMom, when your big tits start producing milk, guess how Iβm going to play with them?β
βMmm~ Be gentler~~ You donβt need to tell Mom~β
Liu Ruoxiβs brows slightly furrowed as the pinching caused waves of pain in her nipples.
Hearing this, how could Yang Haoran possibly listen? He continued teasing, wanting to scare his mother a little: βIβm going to tie your nipples tight with thin string. When your milk comes in and it hurts, Iβll enjoy listening to your painful criesβ¦β
Yang Haoran committed fully to the act. As he said the last sentence, he pinched her nipples and gave them a hard pull, immediately causing Liu Ruoxi to pale from pain, her whole body trembling. Once her son let go, she glared at him hatefully and said inεζ (feigned anger): βThink itβs fun, donβt you? It doesnβt hurt you, so you donβt feel the pain, right? If youβre not afraid of breaking your mother, go ahead and try!β
Liu Ruoxi knew full well how much her son treasured her, but she also knew about his perverse fetishes. She couldnβt be sure he wouldnβt actually torture her like that. Even though she could tell he was joking, she felt she had to warn him.
She refused to believe her son wasnβt afraid of her whip.