However, despite the explosively arousing scene playing out before him, Yang Haoran felt nothing in his groin. It hung limp and lifeless.
He lowered his head to glance at his little brother, then raised his eyes to the stimulating video on the screen. First came shock… then confusion… followed by sheer panic.
Am I impotent now?
Yang Haoran’s mind blanked out, those words echoing through his thoughts.
“Mom… it… it’s…” At that moment, Yang Haoran couldn’t bring himself to care about embarrassment. His face drained of color in panic, he shot to his feet and pointed wildly at his unresponsive cock, flailing his arms at his mother as he tried to speak. But the words caught in his throat—the more frantic he became, the less he could utter.
Watching her son’s panic, Liu Ruoxi felt a tangle of emotions deep inside. What she was about to do violated every tenet of wifely virtue and filial piety.
The pressure weighed heavily on her heart, but seeing him so helpless struck her like a thunderbolt, steadying her resolve instead.
Her face remained calm as she squatted down slightly. Beneath her son’s stunned gaze, her fair and slender hand slowly closed around his cock.
Her cool fingers registered the warmth of his flesh, and the instant they made contact, it twitched faintly, as if startled.
“M-Mom.” Yang Haoran’s voice quivered, caught between thrill and disbelief.
Mom’s hand is on my cock?
With any other woman, Yang Haoran might have shrugged it off or felt a spark of excitement—that would be normal. But this was his mother: a celestial beauty with a body that could set the world aflame.
When she turned cold, she was an untouchable flower atop a sheer cliff, pristine and remote.
Her icy stare pierced like a blizzard’s bite, chilling to the bone.
In his mind, she reigned like a queen—poised, elegant, regal, and aloof—while he, her son, seemed as pitiful and lowly as an eel wallowing in mud.
Excitement surged through him, a rush of heat flooding his cock. It swelled just a touch, no longer dangling like a limp worm.
Yet compared to its usual proud erection, this was barely a stir.
“Sit down.”
A faint blush tinged Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks, but to preserve her maternal authority, she spoke in a cool tone.
At her gesture, Yang Haoran sank back into the computer chair.
His upper body was clad in a white shirt, but from the waist down he was bare. Legs splayed wide on the chair, his cock lifted its head slightly, like a snake peering out.
“Watch the video.”
Liu Ruoxi’s face stayed stern as she caught her son staring at her.
Yang Haoran had no clue what had gotten into his mom today, but he didn’t dare defy her. Meekly, he shifted his gaze to the massive orgy unfolding on the screen.
Liu Ruoxi tugged the chair back a little to create some room. She reviewed the three system tasks in her mind.
The first was to stroke her son’s cock for five minutes.
The second: let him glimpse her breasts for fifteen seconds.
The third: wear the game-provided erotic costume in front of him for thirty seconds straight.
Each task pushed the boundaries further than the last. Once completed, how would he ever look at her the same way?
Would he see her outward poise and glamour masking a shameless seductress, twisting and posing to lure her own son?
Better to pass it off as medical treatment. That way, she could fulfill the tasks while safeguarding her dignity as a mother.
Liu Ruoxi had already sketched out a plan in her head. Now she simply needed to follow through.
“Is it reacting to the video?”
She asked with steady composure.
“No, Mom. Am I… broken?” Yang Haoran snapped back to reality. If he was truly impotent, what point was there to any of it?
His face crumpled as he whined to her. “Mother, it twitched a little when you touched it before, but now there’s nothing.”
Liu Ruoxi held off on the tasks for the moment. First, she needed to lay out the situation clearly.
“Doctor Hao told me you might suffer lingering effects—like trouble getting erections. That’s why Mom’s supposed to help stimulate you at home. It’ll aid your recovery.”
She pressed on without pause. “Don’t read into it. Whatever Mom does next, remember: it’s all for your good.”
She feared shattering her image in his eyes, so she inoculated him against it. What came next hardly befitted a mother—it smacked far more of a wanton slut.
In truth, Hao Lei had only suggested showing him porn, never imagined hands-on involvement.
The clueless Yang Haoran finally got it. All that wild hope for nothing—he’d thought his mom harbored feelings for him.
After all, what kind of mother groped her son’s privates while alone together, porn blaring? No wonder his imagination had run wild.
Liu Ruoxi crossed to the window and drew the curtains shut.
The room’s air thickened at once with an indefinable tension.
“Keep watching the video. Mom will touch it and check for a reaction.”
She returned to his side, her expression unflappable.
With that, she squatted down a bit more and reached out with her jade-smooth hand, wrapping it slowly around her son’s cock.
A man’s cock hangs soft when unaroused; she squeezed it out of curiosity.
Though Yang Haoran kept his eyes on the debauched scenes onscreen, his thoughts fixated on the motherly hand encircling his cock. His heart blazed.
The shaft stirred again, swelling noticeably.
Truth be told, mere touch brought little physical pleasure. The real thrill burned in his mind.
“Move it… a little, Mom.” His voice shook.
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxi’s slender white fingers encircled her son’s cock in a light grip. After a brief hesitation, she began stroking it gingerly.
The pliant flesh seemed to rouse itself, wriggling to life, elongating, and thickening further.
Liu Ruoxi felt the transformation plainly. She gave it another gentle squeeze, her fine brows knitting. It was better than before, but the hardness was merely passable.
As his mother’s soft, cool hand worked his cock with awkward tenderness, Yang Haoran melted into the chair in ecstasy. His legs spread even wider, the half-raised shaft pumped steadily by those pale, flawless fingers.
Under the stimulation, a glistening bead of thick precum oozed from the tip and trickled down, splattering onto his mother’s hand.
Liu Ruoxi eyed the pearly drop of male fluid pooling in her palm, her brows furrowing once more.
Recognizing it as a normal reaction, she stayed silent. Using the slickness for lubrication, she pumped her son’s cock with smooth up-and-down strokes.
Her motions were clumsy and rote, lacking finesse in pressure or rhythm.
Even so, Yang Haoran was in bliss.
His dirty cock leaking its filth onto his ethereal mother’s perfect hand—it was stimulation beyond imagining.
