Yang Haoran set down his phone and leaned back against the headboard, his mind gradually emptying.
Best friend? One as fiery and explosive as her figure? How common could such an exceptional beauty really be?
But Aunt Shen and Mom both fit the descriptionโฆ
His emotions were intensely complicated, an indescribable, ambiguous feeling spreading through his heart.
Was his own mother a woman with a cold exterior but a slutty, promiscuous interiorโa completeๅๅทฎๅฉ (contrast slut)?
Time seemed to have passed for a long while, yet also only a brief moment, when a ding dong notification sound from his phone pulled him back from his wandering thoughts.
He picked up his phone and tapped into it. A stranger had added him, their profile picture a white background with the alluring silhouette of a woman.
Just from the silhouette, the woman had a slender waist, plump buttocks, and huge breastsโher figure presented an S-curve, enchantingly graceful and utterly seductive.
This single silhouette was enough to make one’s imagination run wild.
Yang Haoran clicked ‘Accept’ and entered the chat interface.
The screen name on the other side was “Radiant Summer Blossom.”
Based on the available information, it was impossible to tell if it was his mother. Although the silhouette closely resembled his mother’s figure, he subconsciously avoided thinking in that direction.
Facing someone who could potentially be his mother, he stared at the chat interface, feeling instead at a lossโunsure what to type, unsure what to say.
A silence fell.
On the second floor, in the master bedroom, Liu Ruoxi stared blankly at her phone screen, sinking into a long silence.
Though separated by the cold glass of their phone screens, mother and son simultaneously fell into a state of complex and tangled emotions.
After a long while, Yang Haoran received a picture sent from the other side, along with a very short message.
“Picture.”
“Hello, Master!”
It was a clean, simple message, but its content was exceptionally lewd. Looking at this message alone, Yang Haoran could not believe his mother would send such a thing. But as he looked at the picture, he fell silent.
The background of the picture was a luxuriously decorated hall. Behind her was a beige sofa, and on the wall hung several famous paintings and antiques.
She was wearing a black, off-the-shoulder evening gown that seemed tailor-made, exquisitely crafted. Her delicate, pale collarbones were clearly visible.
The V-shaped, low-cut neckline was wide open, revealing her snow-white breasts squeezed into a deep cleavage. The black lace bra showed a hint of its edge. As his gaze traveled downward, a diamond-shaped opening at her abdomen exposed her fair stomach and her delicate, small navel. Two thin black strings crisscrossed over the diamond opening, appearing sexy and alluring.
Following the graceful curve of her waist, the dress featured high slits on both sides that draped down, exposing large, snow-white, and rounded portions of the sides of her peach-like buttocks.
At the position corresponding to her private parts, the dress had two small openings, aligned with her pussy and anus. Through these small openings, one could clearly see she was wearing a pair of black lace panties with intricate patterns, which blocked the full view of the openingsโa truly regrettable thing,ไธๅพไธ่ฏดๅฎๆฏไธไปถไปคไบบ้ๆพ็ไบ.
Beneath the hem of the black dress, her sexy, sheer black stockings were thin and transparent, hinting at the snow-white, tender flesh within. Her two plump, beautiful legs were tall and slender, standing gracefullyโpoised and enchanting.
Just from the photo, this lewd, provocative outfit seemed tailor-made for her. The classic combination of black and white added a strand of mystery to her nobleๆฐ่ดจ (aura), as if she were a nobleๆฒๆตดๅจๆๅ ไธ (bathing in the moonlight)โaloof, mysterious, and untouchable.
Yet upon closer inspection, the slightlyๆด้ฒ็ (revealing) black evening gown็ ดๅ (shattered) the sense of nobility and mystery, making her seem more like a succubus queen from hellโaloof, stunningly beautiful, sexy, and tinged with a certain wantonness!
This photo reminded Yang Haoran of something: his mother had once appeared before him wearing a similarly sexy andๆด้ฒ็ (revealing) provocative outfit. Though the style was different, the figure was so familiar, as if they were one and the same!
Mother!
Yang Haoran already had his answer, but he didn’t feel excitement. Instead, he felt an้พไปฅ็ฝฎไฟก็้ๆผๆ (unbelievable sense of shock), followed immediately by an inexplicable anger that filled his heart, lingering for a long time.
If the woman in the photo was his mother, then this mother who had taken such a provocative picture would completely้ข ่ฆ (overturn) the image he had always held of her in his heart.
If his mother was actually a lewd and promiscuous woman, then throughout all these years of cold war between his father and mother, had his mother already had someone else on the outside?
And had she been playing depraved, licentious games with some unknown man?
Had Mother already been trained by some unknown man to become a bitch on her knees beneath him?
He recalled the scene from that day: his mother wearing a V-neck, black-and-white lace-patterned sheer dressโan extremelyๆด้ฒ็ (revealing) outfit. Her usually cold face had seemed to show a trace of reluctance.
This reminded him of the plots from pornographic novels and the training games filmed by the Japaneseโ”The Master’s Task”!
Could it be that the reason his mother had been like that that day was because her master, some unknown man, had given her a task?
A task to wear aๆด้ฒ็ (revealing) provocative outfit to seduce her own biological son, to lead her intoๅ ่ฝ (depravity), thereby achieving the goal of training his motherโฆ
Following this thread, the entire sequence of events seemed to have a logical explanation.
Then what about Aunt Shen? What was her position in all this? Could she also be a bitch trained by that unknown man?
He had wanted to train both Aunt Shen and his mother to become his own bitches on their knees beneath him. Had someone else already beaten him to it?
So now, with Aunt Shen and his mother opening WeChat alt accounts, adding him, and acknowledging him as masterโwas this a new “Master’s Task,” or had that man abandoned his mother and Aunt Shen?
Had his mother and Aunt Shen, already trained to a state of extreme promiscuity, been unable to restrain their innerๆทซ่ก (lewdness) and begun searching for a new master? And was he the so-called “lucky one”?
A certain great man once said that once thoughtsๅผๅงๆปๅก (begin to spiral), without external correction, it becomes an endless dead-end!
Yang Haoran was now in precisely this state.
The more Yang Haoran thought about it, the more his inner rage burned. His anger was like a blazing active volcano on the verge of eruption. His chest heaved violently, his breathing was rapid, and his face was frighteningly dark.
That once handsome face gradually grew pale. His once bright and spirited eyes seemed to turn into stagnant water. His hands clenched into fists, veins bulging prominently.