Having figured it out, Yang Haoran sprang into action right away. He logged out of WeChat, switched accounts, found S Girl in his contacts, and started typing.
He wrote out a long message, editing it now and then, explaining the whole situation and his current predicament clearly. Since S Girl might not be online—and his dad was set to make his move tomorrow—he didn’t have much time.
All he could do was pray that S Girl was online, or at least that she’d reply by tomorrow at the latest.
Once he finished editing and double-checked it twice, Yang Haoran hit send, then let out a long breath. Now all he could do was wait and hope she was there.
Perhaps the heavens had heard his prayers, or maybe S Girl really was online right then. After five or six minutes, Yang Haoran got a reply.
S Girl: “Looks like you’re right—we really are made for each other.”
Staring at the message, Yang Haoran was baffled. That wasn’t what he’d asked about at all. He typed back: “How so? I want to know what I should do now?”
S Girl: “Do you know who my first work was?”
Instead of answering, she changed the subject. Yang Haoran felt a bit helpless but played along and typed: “Who?”
S Girl: “My mom.”
Those four short words left Yang Haoran dumbfounded, revealing way more than he expected.
Her mom—her first work? Had she really trained her own mother into a Bitch? Calling her a “work” implied it had been a success. Unable to contain his curiosity, Yang Haoran typed: “For real?”
If it was true, he’d have to worship S Girl like a god.
S Girl sent a photo (jpg). Yang Haoran tapped it open. The shot was taken in a cozy bedroom, from the angle of someone sitting on the bed’s edge. A completely naked woman knelt on the carpet on all fours, head bowed low. A long silver chain extended from the golden collar around her neck, trailing off the edge of the frame. Her face was hidden, but her skin gleamed with a fine, pale luster. She had a tall, voluptuous figure—massive breasts and a plump rear. Those enormous breasts hung heavily from her chest, trembling slightly like a pair of ripe watermelons. They were true giant tits, leaving Yang Haoran slack-jawed.
From the photo alone, they had to be at least G-cups. For a guy who loved huge breasts, it was a fatal temptation.
Even without seeing her face, her fair skin and statuesque build suggested she had to be a beauty.
Suddenly, Yang Haoran noticed something in the corner of the photo: a wardrobe rack in the bedroom with a white uniform hanging on it—a white doctor’s coat.
“Is your mom a doctor?” he typed. The outfit was too distinctive; everyone knew what a doctor’s coat looked like.
S Girl: “Pretty observant, huh? Getting a reaction from my mom’s pic? (smiley)”
Yang Haoran grumbled inwardly at that. What man wouldn’t react to tits like those?
They knew each other well enough by now, so he didn’t bother hiding it. He hammered out: “Yeah, I like ’em. If your mom wore nipple rings on those huge tits, she’d look just like a human milk cow.”
S Girl: “Then it all depends on your skills.”
What did that mean? Yang Haoran muttered to himself, but another message came in right away.
S Girl: “Your problem is simple. You’re just too close to see it.”
Yang: “Master, your disciple is clueless. Please enlighten me.”
S Girl: “Your parents have been in a cold war for years. Ever think one of them might’ve cheated?”
Yang: “No way. Dad’s not the type, and Mom’s even less likely.”
S Girl: “What if you made your dad think your mom cheated?”
Yang Haoran froze at the message. Yeah—if Dad thought Mom had cheated, would he still try to patch things up with her? The answer was obvious.
His breathing quickened. The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed. It would kill any chance of his parents reconciling in one fell swoop—a brilliant strategy.
Yang: “Great idea! But time’s short—where do I get evidence of Mom cheating?”
S Girl: “No need to fabricate anything. You’re the evidence already. Do it like this… then like that… Got it?”
Yang Haoran read the message, his eyes lighting up brighter and brighter. What a perfect plan—tailor-made for his exact situation. He was sold, big time!
Yang: “Master above, please accept this disciple’s bow!”
S Girl: “(eyeroll)”
…
After the chat ended, Yang Haoran was still buzzing with excitement. The plan was so straightforward, yet perfectly suited to his needs. The more he thought about it, the better he felt—a huge weight lifted from his chest.
But then he remembered the chance his parents might actually divorce, and his heart twisted in conflict. He didn’t want them to split up. Yet if they didn’t, when would Mom ever be his alone to enjoy?
Torn by these contradictory thoughts, Yang Haoran finally drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, morning had come.
After washing up and getting dressed, Yang Haoran headed downstairs for breakfast. Unusually, his dad was cooking, apron on like a proper househusband.
“Haoran, I was just about to call you. Come eat.”
Yang Wenfu beamed at his son.
At the table, Yang Haoran’s mom actually had a rare smile on her face. Her beautiful features left him staring in a daze.
Mom seemed really happy.
“Brother, come eat breakfast.”
Yang Mengyao called out when she saw her brother frozen in place.
“Oh… right, coming.”
Snapping out of it, Yang Haoran forced a smile and sat next to his sister. But his morning good mood had vanished.
He ate that breakfast with a sour taste in his mouth. He could see his dad was thrilled, Mom wasn’t as icy as usual—her lips even curved in occasional smiles. Yaoyao was in high spirits too, influenced by their parents. Only he wore a fake smile plastered on his face.
He felt like a lonely ghost, adrift outside the family.
…
On the way to school, his shadow stretched long behind him, a solitary figure all alone.
“Bro… don’t walk so fast! Wait for me!”
Yaoyao’s voice called from behind. He turned to see he’d unwittingly pulled thirty meters ahead of his sister.
He stopped and waited until she caught up, panting. “Why was Mom in such a good mood this morning?”
“My boobs are too big—they’re a pain when walking. Why do you have to walk so fast?” Yang Mengyao griped at her brother first thing.
At his question, she seemed to remember something and burst out laughing. “Bro, you should’ve seen it. Our dopey dad finally got a clue this morning. He not only insisted on making breakfast but said all these cheesy things to Mom. I got goosebumps just listening. Mom acted all annoyed on the surface, but I could tell she was pretty happy too.”
