Strands of light filtered through the half-drawn, pale yellow curtains, casting scattered, dappled spots of illumination onto the tiled floor of the room. A gentle breeze whispered through the air. Several potted ornamental flowers sat by the window, basking in the nourishing sunlight and swaying gracefully, animated by the soft caress of the wind.
Inside the room, it was 9 AM.
Yang Haoran lay on his bed, feeling utterly devoid of any will to live. On the computer desk sat a black notebookβhomework notes his younger sister had made for himβthough he had never once opened it.
It had been two days since he returned from the hospital. The old witch had confined him to the house, forbidding him from going anywhere, brutally stripping him of his freedom.
A bird without freedomβwas it still a bird?
2
Yang Haoranβs mind wandered aimlessly until suddenly, he remembered: ever since coming back from the hospital, it seemed like his dick had never gotten hard.
Even his usual morning erections had vanished completely.
“Could there be some kind of aftereffect?”
Haoran muttered to himself, the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and the more his anxiety grew uncontrollably.
He quickly got up, sat at the computer desk, and deftly powered on the monitor. As the startup screen flashed by, he opened the browser and typed in a web address.
The “educational” videos he had downloaded in the past were all carefully selected masterpieces from various websites, but unfortunately, the old witch had mercilessly destroyed them all.
He clicked to confirm and jump to the site. A pornographic video website leaped onto the screen. Just as he was about to randomly click on one to test himselfβ
“Tap, tapβ¦ tap, tap⦔
The familiar sound of footsteps approached from outside the door.
Haoran was startled into a panic. Shut down, jump into bed, lie downβall executed in one seamless, frantic motion.
He pulled the covers over himself, pretending to be asleep.
With a “click,” the door opened.
Liu Ruoxi walked into the room dressed in her office lady attire: a black tailored suit dress, black velvet opaque tights, and black pointed-toe high heels. She had just returned from the company. After preparing breakfast for her son that morning, she had rushed to the office for a while.
During the time she was at the hospital with her son, even though she had made some arrangements, a significant amount of work had piled up requiring her personal attention. These past two days, she had been largely occupied with company matters.
The task the game had given her needed to be completed within three days. Last night at the office, she had downloaded some videos onto a USB drive, but she had forgotten to bring it home. Consequently, she had to make another trip to the company this morning.
Finding these videos had taken some effort. She spent a long time searching herself but couldnβt find what she needed. Eventually, she created a burner account and posted a bounty in a forum.
Ten thousand yuan! Money can make the devil turn the millstone. Within minutes, a forum user contacted her and provided the resources.
However, this guy would never have guessed in a million years that the person requesting these materials was a stunningly beautiful, celestial femme fatale.
Looking down at her son pretending to sleep in bed, Ruoxi raised an eyebrow. “Get up. I’ll give you three seconds. Threeβ¦ two⦔
Before she even reached one, Yang Haoran wisely opened his eyes and scrambled out of bed. He knew all too wellβthe old witchβs eyes were anything but ordinary. His amateurish act was nothing but self-humiliation.
Haoran glanced at his mother.
Today, as always, she wore delicate, light makeup. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were slender and finely drawn, reminiscent of distant green mountains; her amber, autumn-water eyes were like deep pools, accentuated by black eyeliner and light brown eyeshadow that highlighted her captivating gaze, making it appear not only exquisitely refined but also coldly alluring and subtly seductive.
Beneath her straight, elegant nose, her small, moist mouth was adorned with vibrant lipstick, its glossy sheenη»θ »ε¨δΊΊ (delicate and moving), like a fresh, plump cherry ready to be picked. Her exquisite features seemed like a masterpiece from heaven, flawlessly perfect without the slightest blemish.
A black dress enveloped her voluptuous figure, with a black tube top worn beneath her blazer.
Below her gracefully curved neck, her massive 36E breasts strained against the narrow confines of the tube top, nearly bursting through, like two towering peaks reaching for the clouds, creating a breathtaking, seductive curve.
Her slender willow-like waist, cinched tightly by the blazer, gave way to a dramatic swell where her hips curved out into two immense, perfectly rounded buttocks.
Beneath the hem of her black skirt, the sheer black tights were as thin as cicada wings, hinting at the snow-white flesh beneath. Her long, shapely legs were tall and straight, seemingly carved by natureβs own divine handβutterly flawless.
Even though he called her an old witch in his mind, Haoran was acutely aware that his mother was a rare, peerless beauty. With her celestial face and that devilishly explosive figureβvoluptuous breasts and generous hipsβwhat man wouldnβt desire to possess her?
Haoran felt a surge of heat within him but didnβt dare look too long. He quickly lowered his head slightly, afraid that his filthy gaze would defile his mother.
Ever since he developed sexual awareness, he had naturally had thoughts about his stunningly sexy mother. But these thoughts, condemned by morality and suppressed by his motherβs stern gaze, were like bats in the darknessβburied deep in his heart, not daring to show the slightest hint in the light of day.
“Look at me! Why did you stop looking?” However, despite Haoranβs attempts to conceal it, Ruoxi had caught that flicker of heat in her sonβs eyes moments before. She felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation.
“Look at what… Mom, what are you talking about?” Haoran raised his head, shaking it and looking around, pretending not to understand.
Seeing her son play dumb, Liu Ruoxi remembered the task for today. She took a deep breath, calmed her expression, and said, “Turn on your computer.”
“Mom, did your computer break again?”
“Are you itching for a beating?”
Under his motherβs sharp gaze, Haoran didnβt dare say another word. He obediently turned on the computer monitor.
He was a bit confused. Hadnβt she already inspected it last time? Why was she doing it again now?
Well, at least he hadnβt downloaded any “study materials” in the past two days.
Thinking about what was about to happen, despite having mentally prepared herself, a faint blush still rose to Ruoxiβs coolly beautiful cheeks.
“Plug this USB drive in.”
Maintaining a calm facade, she spoke in a natural tone, then handed her son a small, silver, U-shaped flash drive.
Haoran didnβt think much of it, assuming his mother had prepared some study materials for him to catch up on the schoolwork heβd missed during his time at home.
He took the USB drive, plugged it into the computerβs port, and after the display read it, the top right corner of the screen showed that the drive had a total capacity of 256GB, with 167GB already used.
Seeing this, Haoranβs heart sank with dread. No wayβ¦ Could this old witch be so insane as to download over a hundred gigabytes of study materials for me?
His hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.
Internally, he was already cursing his mother out vehemently.
But on the surface, Haoran still managed a cheerful smile. “Mom, whatβs on this?”
The blush on Ruoxiβs face became more pronounced, but she kept a cold expression. “Why ask so many questions? Youβll know when you open it.”
As Haoran moved the cursor to open the USB drive, Liu Ruoxi, standing behind him, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her magnificent chest heaving dramatically.
When she opened her eyes again, her expression had been recalibratedβcold as ice, detached and indifferent.