“Wait here.”
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son’s timid, shrinking posture but said nothing more. She calmly buttoned up her blouse, uttered those words, then rose and left the room.
Bang!
The door slammed shut with a thunderous crash.
Yang Haoran’s heart pounded in terror, his hands and feet turning ice-cold.
Had he lost his mind?
Grown a spine of steel?
Not only had he stared at his mother’s breasts, but he’d even boldly told her he wanted to see something even more enticing?
This wasn’t just a matter of getting too cocky or thinking he could fly the coop. Yang Haoran’s mind was a chaotic whirl. Everything felt too bizarre, too surreal.
His mother playing obscene videos for him to watch?
His mother giving him a handjob?
His mother unbuttoning her collar to let her own son ogle her breasts?
Was this still the stern, unyielding “Mother” he knew?
No matter how he looked at it, everything that had just happened made her seem like a shameless slut seducing her own son.
Yang Haoran’s head buzzed. He was truly dumbfounded. He had no idea how any of this had come to pass, how it had escalated to this point. Then he remembered what his mother had said earlier.
No matter what she did next, he had to remember—it was all for his sake.
Doctor Hao had even told her to stimulate him, to aid his recovery.
But did she really need to go this far? He was her flesh-and-blood son!
If stimulation was the goal, couldn’t she just play some porn for him? Why go to such extremes?
The whole affair was shrouded in mystery, as confusing as a fog-shrouded maze.
Scenes from moments ago flashed through Yang Haoran’s mind, and he still couldn’t believe them.
Why was all this happening? His Mother?
Was she truly a slut?
Unbidden, doubt crept into his heart.
……
After leaving her son’s room, Liu Ruoxi stood in place for a moment, lost in thought. She lingered there for a long while.
At last, she let out a soft sigh, her murmur barely audible as it hung in the air.
“Do I even have a choice?”
Click-clack… click-clack… The sound of her heels gradually faded into the distance.
……
In the bedroom, Liu Ruoxi gazed at the erotic costume that had materialized in her hand out of thin air. Her expression remained calm.
She stripped off her clothes and studied herself in the full-length mirror. What stared back was a body so intoxicatingly sensual it could drive anyone mad—a perfect hourglass figure with full, heaving breasts and plump, rounded hips, complemented by a exquisitely beautiful face that seemed sculpted like a poem or painting. It was breathtaking, flawless in every way, as if a fairy had descended to earth.
She stood there, staring at her reflection in a daze for a moment. Then, slowly, she donned the erotic costume provided by the game.
It was a gossamer-thin dress adorned with black-and-white lace patterns. The white skirt at the bottom floated around her like a cloud, draping her lewdly mature, voluptuous, and seductive body.
It blended beauty, sexiness, innocence, and raw debauchery into one irresistible package, stirring the heart and tempting beyond measure.
……
Click-clack… click-clack…
The familiar sound of heels echoed again, drawing closer. Each crisp click seemed to strike right at Yang Haoran’s heart. Anticipation mingled with panic in his chest.
He had no idea if his mother was coming back to show him that “even better” sight or to settle the score.
In his anxious state, the door clicked open.
Yang Haoran looked up—and his soul shattered. He was utterly entranced, frozen like a wooden statue.
His mother wore a V-neck black-and-white lace dress, the fabric sheer enough to tease the eye. The chest was framed by intricate black lace patterns, like a bra cradling her massive, bountiful breasts. Two proud peaks thrust skyward, squeezing out a deep, vertiginous cleavage where pale, creamy flesh pressed tightly together, rubbing with every breath.
Through the delicate patterns, two crimson nipples flickered into view, casting tantalizing points against the fabric. The plump breasts seemed veiled in a black mist, revealing glimpses of the smooth, snowy skin beneath.
Though not fully visible, the half-hidden allure only heightened the hazy seduction.
Her slender waist tapered down to two long, perfectly toned legs sheathed in sheer black stockings. In the dim light, those legs gleamed with a slick, lewd sheen.
A pair of fifteen-centimeter stilettos elevated her elegant steps, adding even more sexiness and allure to her debauched outfit. They made her figure tower provocatively, thrusting her huge breasts and plump rear into even more exaggerated prominence.
Yang Haoran’s eyes bulged in excitement. He swallowed hard without thinking, and his cock stiffened instantly in his pants. His gaze locked onto her crotch, where the translucent white skirt overlapped with the stockings, hinting at a dark, lush patch of shadow beneath. It was hazy and dreamlike, unbearably arousing.
Was that the shadow of his mother’s pubic hair?
She wasn’t wearing panties?
This was too slutty!
……
Liu Ruoxi approached with perfect composure, her face serene, her gait graceful and unhurried.
She moved deliberately slowly, as if displaying her tempting body to her son—or deliberately teasing his mind. Her long legs crossed with each step, her enormous breasts bouncing and jiggling with the motion, while the skirt swayed gently below.
Though Yang Haoran couldn’t see her from behind, the sway of her hips sparked endless fantasies. That plump, snowy ass must be rippling like ocean waves under the black stockings, amplified by the rhythmic thud of her fifteen-centimeter heels. The scene felt like a dream—unreal, brimming with endless lewdness and temptation.
Each click of the heels set Yang Haoran’s blood ablaze, as if every step pounded directly on his heart, sending his pulse racing.
He stared in dazed rapture until she stood right before him.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance wafted over him, her body scent seeping into his senses like an enveloping mist.
Gazing at his mother in this slutty attire, Yang Haoran fell into a stupor once more.
Up close, her beauty was even more devastating, soul-stealing. Her once-fierce eyes now carried a allure with this outfit, her full red lips glossy and moist, her elegant nose perfectly sculpted. Her flawless features seemed the work of divine hands, without a single imperfection.
Below her long, swan-like neck, the V-neck plunged just enough to fail at containing her chest’s bounty. Those massive breasts rose proudly, straining the thin lace bra to its limits like twin towering peaks on the verge of bursting free. A deep chasm of cleavage yawned invitingly, a magical abyss drawing the eye inexorably.
Her tender crimson nipples teased through the fabric, poking out two lewd peaks. Beneath the veil of the dress, her full-breasted, wide-hipped body emerged in hazy outline, stirring the soul.
Her long, straight legs stood firm, encased in sheer black stockings. Her thighs pressed tightly together, offering only a veiled shadow that invited endless imagination—of the breathtaking valley hidden within.
