“You’ve heard about your mom’s situation. What do you think?” Seeing that she’d achieved the desired effect, Shen Qing softened her tone.
Zhou Shiwen knew exactly what his mom was referring to: her writing of erotic novels, her masochistic tendencies, and her desire to be a Bitch for her partner. She was asking for his stance on it all.
He fell silent for a moment, his mind racing as he considered how to respond.
Yang Haoran sat quietly, minding his own business and not interrupting the mother-son conversation.
With a glance from the corner of his eye at Zhou Shiwen, he wondered how his friend would reply. If Shiwen agreed, it would be paradise for him—Aunt Shen could openly play the role of Bitch in front of him from then on.
“If you don’t mind my own twisted mindset, Mom, then I don’t mind you doing those things,” Zhou Shiwen said after careful thought. He lifted his head and mustered his courage.
Shen Qing paused at his words, mulling them over. As a mother who indulged in such behavior herself, she had no real ground to dissuade her son.
“Mm.” She nodded her graceful head in agreement.
Zhou Shiwen immediately let out a sigh of relief. The matter of his perverse cuckold fetish for his mom was now behind them.
Yang Haoran felt a thrill of excitement, but with Shiwen right there, he couldn’t show it. He feigned indifference, as if the whole affair had nothing to do with him.
The three of them tacitly moved past the topic, but Zhou Shiwen soon harbored another idea. He looked at Shen Qing and stammered, “Mom, when you and… Haoran… do that stuff, could I… watch from the side?”
Shen Qing was about to refuse when she caught sight of Little Ranran’s barely contained excitement. She paused thoughtfully, then smiled playfully. “That depends on whether Little Ranran minds you being there~”
Zhou Shiwen whipped his head around to look at Yang Haoran, who felt a bit awkward and gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Shiwen, Aunt Shen and I might get pretty wild. You might not be able to handle it. Maybe we should just forget it?”
The idea of openly playing with his buddy’s mom right in front of him was thrilling, but Yang Haoran couldn’t be too blunt. He had to ease into it.
“Don’t worry, Haoran. I won’t mind,” Zhou Shiwen said proactively, seizing the chance for his fantasy to become reality. He even played the emotional card. “We’ve been best friends since we were kids—our bond runs deep. As long as no one outside finds out, you can do whatever you want with my mom. You’ll be happy, I’ll be happy, and Mom will be happy. It’s a win-win-win. What’s not to like?”
His words were logical and persuasive, and Yang Haoran was on board anyway. He pretended to mull it over, then put on a troubled expression. “Well, alright then.”
With Haoran’s approval, excitement lit up Zhou Shiwen’s face in an instant.
Shen Qing sighed as she watched her son’s thrilled expression. She never imagined things would progress this far.
Still, as long as Little Ranran was happy, it was fine. Her son’s cuckold fetish would probably welcome it too.
Yang Haoran looked up at Aunt Shen, his gaze burning with desire, as if he wanted to devour her right then and there.
Shen Qing immediately sensed his intentions. Doing it in front of her son embarrassed her greatly, so she quickly spoke up. “Little Ranran, head home first tonight. I’m not mentally prepared for that yet. Give me a little more time.”
Disappointment flickered across the faces of both Yang Haoran and Zhou Shiwen. Yang Haoran didn’t want to push Aunt Shen too hard, especially with Shiwen watching—he still felt a bit restrained.
But he was certain it would be incredibly thrilling once they got into the swing of things.
His mind was already buzzing with possibilities. For instance, he could take Aunt Shen out for outdoor exposure training, with Shiwen keeping watch. And in her home, this villa could become his personal playground for debauchery. He wouldn’t even need to buy the toys for training and teasing her himself—Shiwen could run the errands. Then, right in front of Shiwen, he could use those toys on his mom. The thought alone was intoxicating, filling him with eager anticipation.
Once the conversation wrapped up, Yang Haoran prepared to leave, but Shen Qing called him back.
“Aren’t you curious about the surprise Auntie mentioned?” she said with a smile.
“Huh?” Yang Haoran blinked in confusion. Oh, right—Aunt Shen had mentioned a surprise earlier, and he still had no idea what it was.
“Here, take this. Open it on your computer when you get home. I guarantee you’ll love it.”
Shen Qing didn’t keep him guessing. She pulled out a small, sleek silver USB drive and pressed it into his hand.
Inside were the sexy photos she’d taken with Ruoxi—specially curated for Little Ranran. He alone was worthy of owning them.
“What’s this?” Yang Haoran examined the silver USB drive curiously.
“You’ll find out when you get home and look. And whatever you do, don’t lose it or share it with anyone. Keep it safe.”
Shen Qing cautioned him solemnly.
Her serious tone only piqued Yang Haoran’s curiosity about the drive’s contents even more.
…
It was half an hour later when Yang Haoran finally got home. His dad, Yang Wenfu, fussed over his wellbeing and asked why he’d come back.
Yang Haoran was baffled by his father’s unusual enthusiasm. He mumbled some excuse and barely escaped to the second floor, only to run smack into his mom, Liu Ruoxi.
She stumbled but steadied herself. Seeing it was her son, she frowned slightly. “Why are you back? Weren’t you staying overnight at Aunt Shen’s?”
“Heh heh…” Yang Haoran scratched his head sheepishly, grinning like a cheeky rascal. “That was the plan, Mom, but I couldn’t sleep at Aunt Shen’s without Mother by my side. So here I am, rushing back.”
Liu Ruoxi didn’t buy his flimsy excuse for a second. She suspected something had gone wrong, but a wave of relief washed over her all the same. The whole situation had left her uneasy, but Shen Qing had only told her it was to complete a system task—she couldn’t very well interfere.
At least things seemed to still be under control.
“Now that you’re back, get some proper rest. And don’t keep running over to Aunt Shen’s for no reason.”
Liu Ruoxi gave him an earnest warning. Yang Haoran promised readily enough—after all, his legs were his own, and she couldn’t watch him every second of the day.
Once back in his room, Yang Haoran took a hot shower first. He’d worked up quite a sweat during his passionate lovemaking with Aunt Shen, and the cold wind outside had left him sticky and uncomfortable all over.
After dressing, he sat down at his computer, remembering the main event: checking what was on that USB drive to earn the title of “surprise.”
He plugged the drive into the computer tower. After the boot animation, the screen’s upper right corner indicated it had detected the USB drive.
He clicked to open it with the mouse. The page refreshed, revealing two folders.
One was labeled “Shen,” the other “Liu.”
Curious, Yang Haoran clicked on the “Shen” folder. The mouse cursor turned into a spinning loading circle. Seconds later, a cascade of photos loaded up like a slideshow.
