Ever since binding to that wicked, perverted game, this scene had been inevitable. Liu Ruoxi understood that she had no choice in the matter. Moreover, with the task targeting her own son, their mother-son relationship was destined to defy ethics and societal norms.
Since that was the case, why should she hesitate and panic? Why not be bold and unrestrained instead? Perhaps she could even use this to tempt and guide her son’s growth.
Why not, indeed?
Liu Ruoxi kept her expression calm and composed. She took in the blazing greed deep in her son’s eyes. There was certainly some embarrassment on her part, but she didn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she pretended to be utterly nonchalant, as if she didn’t mind her son’s lecherous, filthy gaze at all. Her red lips parted slightly, and her tone carried a rare hint of seduction.
“Haoran, does Mommy look beautiful?”
Yang Haoran’s excited voice trembled as he replied, “Beautiful… so beautiful… Mommy, you’re gorgeous.”
A faint smile flickered in Liu Ruoxi’s eyes. She spoke slowly to her son. “How beautiful?”
“Like a fairy from the heavens.”
Yang Haoran gestured animatedly as he described her, his face alight with excitement. He had never seen his mother so alluring, laced with such a lascivious aura.
“Oh~” Liu Ruoxi chuckled lightly. “Do the fairies in the sky wear such slutty, cheap outfits like Mommy’s?”
There was a trace of self-mockery in her tone that Yang Haoran couldn’t quite grasp.
Her words left Yang Haoran at a loss for how to respond. Indeed, his mother’s current outfit was outrageously provocative—calling it cheap wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
And she was his mother, no less. Dressed like that, wasn’t she just a shameless slut seducing her own son?
As they spoke, a notification chimed in Liu Ruoxi’s mind.
“Player Liu Ruoxi, Newbie Chain Quest 03 completed. Special requirements detected and fulfilled. Rewards issued.”
The alert in her mind confirmed the task’s completion. Normally, she would leave at this point, but she remained standing there in her slutty erotic costume, under her son’s heated gaze.
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son’s pants. He had put his shorts back on, but they now tented obscenely, as if a long stick inside was brandishing itself aggressively toward her.
“If it’s hard, just take it off.”
Liu Ruoxi said it indifferently, as if she couldn’t care less.
Yang Haoran was a lewd rascal at heart. He had always harbored fantasies about his mother, but under her usual stern, icy stare, he never dared show it.
Now, though, she seemed like a completely different person—wanton and cheap. She was standing before him so brazenly in that slutty outfit.
Hearing her words, the evil seed in Yang Haoran’s heart sprouted and grew, nourished like parched soil after rain, eager to burst forth.
“Then… I’m taking it off, Mommy.”
Her past authority still lingered, so Yang Haoran asked cautiously as he began tugging at his pants.
“Mm.”
Liu Ruoxi responded indifferently, as if she wouldn’t hold it against him.
With her implicit permission, Yang Haoran swiftly yanked off his shorts and underwear in one go.
His cock sprang out, proud and erect, fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, eyeing its prey with predatory intent.
The menacing, thick shaft was a deep purple-brown, veined prominently along its length—easily fifteen or sixteen centimeters long. The engorged head was egg-sized, glossy and slick, with a glistening droplet of precum dangling at the tip.
The lewd scene before him made the cock twitch and throb, mirroring its owner’s pounding heart.
An itch burned in his groin, like a fuzzy caterpillar wriggling restlessly inside him.
“Mother,” Yang Haoran ventured carefully, “could you use your hand…?”
He pictured what might come next, thrilled beyond measure. He was sure she wouldn’t refuse—after all, she had already jerked him off with her hand earlier.
Liu Ruoxi’s lips curved into a beautiful arc, a teasing half-smile. “Don’t you have hands of your own?”
“Oh~”
Yang Haoran felt a pang of disappointment, but her next words filled him with elation.
“It’s not like Mommy can’t help you,” Liu Ruoxi said. “But there’s one condition.”
“What condition?”
His mind raced in impatience, his cock swollen and unbearably itchy, his lust burning with no outlet. His whole body ached.
One condition? With his brain swarming with lust, he would agree to anything she asked right now.
“Have you read the notes Yaoyao gave you?”
Changing the subject, Liu Ruoxi asked about something else.
“I… have.”
Yang Haoran barely got the word out before her eyes turned icy cold, boring into his. Terrified, he didn’t dare lie anymore and stammered, “N-not yet.”
“Do you want Mommy to use her hand on you?”
“Yes!”
Yang Haoran blurted it out without thinking, his fiery gaze raking over his mother’s voluptuous, mature body.
“Alright.” Liu Ruoxi nodded. “Then, for the school exams, can you promise to pass every subject?”
“But the exam’s already over, isn’t it?” Yang Haoran asked, puzzled.
He had been hospitalized for ten days due to his injury, and the midterms had come and gone without him.
Exams didn’t wait for anyone.
“Missing it isn’t a problem. Mommy can bring the test papers back from school for you.”
Liu Ruoxi gazed at her son with her bright eyes, her aura as commanding as ever. “If you can guarantee passing every subject from now on, Mommy will use her hand on you.”
“This…”
Yang Haoran hesitated. As a hopeless slacker who slept through classes, passing was harder than climbing to the heavens. That’s why he had begged his friend to help him cheat.
As he debated whether to agree first and enjoy it now, her familiar icy tone cut in.
“If you’re thinking of cutting corners again, forget about Mommy ever helping you.”
Ever?
Joy surged in Yang Haoran’s heart, but so did worry. Agreeing felt impossible; refusing meant missing out on those soft, tender hands.
He was caught in a dilemma!
Liu Ruoxi could see the conflict in her son’s eyes—that was exactly what she had aimed for. She knew he couldn’t meet her initial demand, so she softened her tone. “If you don’t think you can do it, that’s fine. As long as you finish reading Yaoyao’s notes by midnight tomorrow, Mommy will still use her hand on you.”
Compared to her previous condition, this was far more lenient.
Yang Haoran could hardly believe his luck. “Deal!”
“You have to read them seriously—no slacking. Mommy will quiz you afterward.”
Liu Ruoxi was pleased with his response, but given his track record, she added a safeguard.
First, guide him toward studying, she thought.
“Sit on the bed.”
Liu Ruoxi gestured to her son.
Yang Haoran eagerly scrambled to the edge of the bed. His burning cock mirrored his excitement, twitching and swaying gently.
As Liu Ruoxi squatted slowly before him in her slutty outfit, a dazzling expanse of snowy white breast leaped into his view. He desperately wanted to grab and knead those massive, round tits.
But without her permission, he didn’t dare act on it.
Liu Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed faintly as she stared at her son’s towering erection right before her eyes.
Pushing down her embarrassment, she slowly extended her right hand, her fingers wrapping gently around his shaft.
The scorching hot cock met her cool, soft palm—like a torrential downpour quenching the blazing desert. Pure, icy relief.
Yang Haoran’s eyes fluttered half-closed in bliss.
Seeing his smug expression, Liu Ruoxi felt a spark of irritation and gave it a hard squeeze.
“Hiss…”
Yang Haoran’s eyes bulged, his face twisting dramatically as he gasped. To garner sympathy, he whined, “Mommy, are you trying to murder your own son?”
“It’s only just out of the hospital!”
That familiar look on his face made Liu Ruoxi feel a bit smug, lightening her mood. “That’s what you get for being so pleased with yourself. Serves you right.”
Even as she said it, her hand grew gentler, stroking slowly along the fiery length of his shaft.
Her pale, slender fingers glided over the purple-brown meat, sliding up and down in a steady rhythm.
Mommy’s soft hand felt incredible to Yang Haoran, but the pressure was too light. “Mommy, harder, please.”
“Are you telling me how to do it?”
Liu Ruoxi snorted coldly and shot him a sharp glare.
In reality, however, she soon gripped a little tighter with her small hand, adjusting the pressure as she watched her son’s reactions.
As his mother’s small hand serviced his shaft, Yang Haoran’s eyes were far from idle. They greedily roamed over her ample bosom.
Her fair, massive breasts jiggled slightly with each stroke of her hand, their jade-like texture hinting at their incredible softness and bounce.
She could naturally see her son’s burning gaze fixed right on her, but to make him finish quickly, Liu Ruoxi let it slide.
His heart itching unbearably, Yang Haoran tentatively asked, “Mom… Mommy, can I… touch them?”
He looked at his mother expectantly.
Such a brazen overreach—how could Liu Ruoxi possibly agree? Her eyebrows shot up, and her face turned cold. “Say that again if you dare.”
“Then… never mind,” Yang Haoran said with an awkward chuckle.
Liu Ruoxi ignored the little punk and continued stroking her son’s thick, long shaft.
Precum began to ooze from the tip, dripping onto her hand. She used it as lubricant, spreading it over his shaft.
With the lubrication, his cock gleamed shiny and smooth. Her pale jade hand pumped up and down, and soon a frothy white foam coated the shaft.
Watching his mother’s brow furrow slightly as her small hand stroked faster and faster, Yang Haoran’s pleasure built rapidly. He propped himself up on his hands behind him, his breathing growing ragged.
Suddenly, his body shuddered, and thick ropes of white semen erupted from the tip. Liu Ruoxi saw a flash of white before her eyes and was momentarily stunned. Before she could react, she couldn’t dodge in time, and massive spurts of sticky cum splashed across her face.
Yang Haoran looked closely. On his mother’s exquisite, stunning face, the thick semen clung like a facial mask, looking utterly absurd and erotic.
“You…”
Liu Ruoxi glared at her son furiously.
“An accident… an accident… Mom.”
Yang Haoran knew he was in trouble and quickly put on a placating expression.
He had actually cum on his mother’s face.
His heart raced with excitement.
“I’ll deal with you later.”
The sticky fluid on her face was extremely uncomfortable. Though inwardly furious, Liu Ruoxi hurriedly got up and dashed to the bathroom.
Bang!
The bedroom door slammed shut with a resounding crash.
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