“Then… then forget it.” Yang Haoran gave an awkward, embarrassed laugh.
Liu Ruoxi paid no further attention to the little rascal and continued using her hand to stroke her son’s thick, long penis.
The glans gradually secreted a crystal-clear fluid that dripped down onto her hand. She used it as lubricant, spreading it over her son’s penis.
With the lubrication, the surface of the shaft became glossy and smooth, shimmering slightly. Her fair, jade-like hand moved up and down in rhythm, and soon, a foamy white substance coated the surface of the shaft.
Seeing his mother slightly frowning as her small hand gripped the shaft and stroked faster and faster, Yang Haoran’s pleasure rapidly intensified. He supported himself with his hands behind his back, his breathing growing somewhat hurried.
Suddenly, his body shuddered, and thick, white fluid gushed out from the slit. Liu Ruoxi saw a flash of white before her eyes and was momentarily dazed, not immediately grasping what had happened. But in that split second of distraction, it was already too late to avoid it. Large, thick spurts of white semen shot onto her face.
Yang Haoran looked intently: his mother’s exquisitely beautiful face was now covered with a thick layer of semen, clinging to her like a mask—a scene both absurd and intensely lewd!
“You—!”
Liu Ruoxi glared furiously at her son.
“An accident… it was an accident, Mom.”
Yang Haoran knew he had messed up and quickly put on an ingratiating expression.
He had actually cum on his mother’s face.
He was incredibly excited inside.
“I’ll deal with you later.”
The thick fluid on her face felt extremely uncomfortable. Though furious, Liu Ruoxi hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom. Bang!
The door slammed shut with a loud noise.
Knock, knock…
Inside the room, Yang Haoran was on WeChat plotting with Wei Ming about how to help him pursue Han Lili when knocking suddenly came from outside the door.
“Could it be Mom?” Yang Haoran muttered to himself, glancing out the window with a sense of trepidation.
Outside, a sparse, drizzling rain had begun to fall at some point, the wind howled, and the sky was dark and overcast.
It felt like the precursor to a storm!
It mirrored Yang Haoran’s own unsettled heart.
As soon as the door opened, his mother stood there with a cold expression, her brows slightly furrowed. “What were you doing in your room? Why did it take you so long to open the door?” Seeing his mother’s displeased expression, Yang Haoran shrank back like a timid quail, putting on a “wronged” act. “I was asleep, and you woke me up.”
His tone even carried a hint of complaint, subtly turning the tables.
As he spoke, Yang Haoran feigned a yawn and rubbed his half-open eyes, pretending to be drowsy.
Liu Ruoxi looked suspiciously at her son. Seeing that he didn’t seem to be faking it, and considering that he sometimes did sleep at this hour, her tone softened slightly. She instinctively began, “Then, get some ear—”
“…It’s raining outside. I came to check if your window was closed,” Liu Ruoxi quickly corrected herself, her expression neutral.
She first set down the water glass she was holding onto the computer desk and, without changing her expression, walked toward the window.
The window was indeed open. The fine rain had dampened the curtains near the window. Liu Ruoxi gently pulled the window shut and stared blankly at the dark rain outside.
Unlike before, the moment she reached her son’s door, a wave of nervousness had washed over Liu Ruoxi. Her heart pounded wildly, as if trying to break free from her chest.
Even facing her son, her thoughts subconsciously chose escape. The coldness on her face was more like a final resistance against her trapped situation.
The dark rain outside seemed like a protective layer, granting Liu Ruoxi’s heart a moment of peace. But the task panel that appeared before her eyes—a blue screen—shattered that illusory tranquility like a fleeting firework, its brief brilliance followed by heavy darkness.
[Unvirtuous Wife, Special Mission!]
Task Sequence 03: Player Liu Ruoxi must copulate with the Controller and have him ejaculate inside her. Countdown: 1 hour, 26 minutes.
Liu Ruoxi took a deep breath. Turning around, she very naturally began straightening her son’s messy bedcovers, smoothing out the wrinkles. Yet her gentle movements seemed like a way to stall for time. Her full, red lips pressed together slightly, as if she wanted to say something but held back.
No one knew what she was thinking, but a faint blush silently spread across her fair, delicate, and beautiful cheeks.
Beside her, Yang Haoran watched his mother carefully arranging the bedding, her gentle and skillful movements like those of a virtuous wife and mother. Yet the blush on her cheeks, like ink diffusing in water, resembled a blooming winter plum.
An indescribable ambiguity stirred between the mother and son.
Liu Ruoxi had something hidden in her heart; Yang Haoran was stirred by desire.
Bent over arranging the bed, Liu Ruoxi wore a purple dress. Her enchanting figure was like a succulent gourd—voluptuous and curvaceous, with an astonishing hourglass shape that was unforgettable at a glance.
Beneath the purple hem, her sexy black stockings were thin and transparent, hinting at the snow-white flesh within. Her plump, long legs were tall and shapely, and her raised buttocks jutted out slightly, outlined by the dress into a full, juicy peach shape—as appealing as a delectable feast, enough to make one’s mouth water.
Every unconscious movement of his fiery mother exuded an endless, soul-stirring allure. Like an invisible hand tugging at a man’s heartstrings, it instantly ignited primitive desires.
“Gulp…” In the quiet room, a swallowing sound suddenly came from behind. Liu Ruoxi’s movements stiffened, but she pretended not to hear and gently smoothed the covers once more before standing up. “Alright, get to sleep early. Remember to drink the water on the table.”
Words might betray her. Liu Ruoxi mentioned it briefly and then left the room.
Returning to the master bedroom, Liu Ruoxi did not turn on the light. She leaned against the door as if exhausted, her cheeks burning, her heart pounding rapidly, her ample chest rising and falling heavily.
Oh heavens!… Liu Ruoxi, what are you doing? Attempting such a thing—drugging someone, and the target is your own son!
A flood of杂乱念头 (disorderly thoughts) rushed into Liu Ruoxi’s mind. The intense shame washed over her defenses like relentless waves, leaving her weak and fever-cheeked.
She never dreamed she would ever do such an “absurd thing.”
“When will all this… ever… end…”
A long time later, a low, despondent murmur came from the dark room, mixed with confusion, shame, pain, and self-blame.
……
Yang Haoran picked up the glass of water from the table and was about to drink it in one gulp. But just as the warm water wet his lips, he suddenly froze.
Yang Haoran set down the glass, staring suspiciously at the rippling water surface. He sniffed it—no unusual odor.
It wasn’t that he had noticed anything, but he remembered a plotline from one of Aunt Shen’s works.
The final volume of “The Bitch and Her Master,” written by Aunt Shen, had a plot where the protagonist drugged his mother’s water at night and slept with her, breaking the taboo between mother and son.
Then, under the guidance of the “Aunt Shen” prototype, he gradually trained his mother into a bitch.
What is the hardest step in mother-son incest?
The hardest step is going from zero to one!
Yang Haoran had previously entertained the idea of drugging his mother, but in the end, his youthful nature meant he had the lustful thoughts but not the courage.
Recalling his mother’s inexplicable blush earlier—just bringing water, something she had done before—why was she blushing? He found it strange.
And her sudden change of wording, her slow movements while fixing the bed—each scene replayed in Yang Haoran’s mind.
Yang Haoran suddenly laughed bitterly: “Heh… what am I thinking… I must be crazy.”
Why would Mom drug me?
Would she actually try to do something to me?
I must have seen too much of that kind of stuff before, my mind is filthy, always容易往那方面联想 (easily making those kinds of associations).
It’s too absurd. That kind of good fortune is something I’d beg for.
Would Mom even need to drug me? If she just crooked her finger, wouldn’t I come running over eagerly?
Dismissing his suspicions, Yang Haoran picked up the glass again but couldn’t bring himself to drink it.
His mother, with her normal personality, would certainly never do such an absurd thing.
But what if it was the slutty personality version of his mother?
A sudden thought made him swallow hard. He put down the glass, turned off the light, and lay back on the bed.
A dozen seconds later, he got up again, poured out the water from the glass, and then lay back down as if relieved.
His mind was in turmoil, too restless to sleep, but he forced himself to lie quietly in bed. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, but for even a sliver of hope that such a thing might happen, he was willing to wait… and wait…
Five minutes passed… silence outside the door.
Yang Haoran endured his agitation and waited patiently.
Ten minutes passed… still nothing happened.
Yang Haoran started to think he was so desperate to fuck his mother that he was having these insane fantasies. Twenty minutes slipped away silently, and now Yang Haoran was growing sleepy.
After half an hour, Yang Haoran completely gave up. Giving in to the drowsiness, his consciousness gradually drifted away… About forty minutes later, in the dark room, faint footsteps seemed to sound from the corridor outside. The steps paused right outside the door, then fell silent again.
Yang Haoran was already asleep and completely unaware.
A minute later, the door was quietly pushed open and closed. The sound of the lock engaging was突兀的 (突兀的 -突兀的 means sudden/abrupt) heard in the pin-drop silence of the room.
The sound wasn’t loud, but Yang Haoran, having just fallen asleep, was not in deep sleep. He groggily opened his eyes, his eyelids heavy, about to close again. Suddenly, he realized something, instantly shut his eyes, held his breath, and lay still on the bed.
His breathing went from ragged and rapid to calm within seconds, yet his body under the covers tensed up.
Within moments, the light in the room turned on. Yang Haoran clearly heard footsteps—they seemed to be approaching him.