The next day, after his dad, mom, and little sister had gone off to work or school as usual, Yang Haoran was left at home again with nothing to do.
With time on his hands, the “study materials” that once thrilled him now felt utterly dull after his experiences with his mom’s handjob and his sister’s blowjob.
Videos were just videos, after all—nothing compared to the raw excitement of reality. And incest? Well, they hadn’t gone that far yet, but he already harbored those forbidden thoughts in his heart.
To keep scoring benefits from his mom, Yang Haoran—uncharacteristically—started self-studying in his own room.
His sister was a top student in her class, always ranking near the top of the school and even serving as class study monitor. Her teaching skills were top-notch, and thanks to last night’s tutoring session, he’d picked up quite a few key concepts.
Terms that had once seemed impenetrable now made a bit of sense. From morning till noon, he buried himself in previewing the notes on his laptop.
Anyone who knew him would be stunned by the sight. Could a total slacker really turn over a new leaf like the prodigal son?
In Yang Haoran’s mind, it all came down to the temptation. His mom’s allure was more than enough motivation—studying was a small price to pay.
His focused self-study was interrupted by an incoming call.
Yang Haoran picked up his phone and saw it was from his Mother. He tapped to answer, and her familiar voice filled his ear—cool and clear, laced with a hint of fatigue.
“Haoran, your Aunt Shen is back from her business trip out of town. She’s coming over at noon to check on you.”
“Keep an eye out and open the gate for her when she arrives. I’m heading back right now.”
Aunt Shen—his mom’s best friend and Shiwen’s mother. She was a divorced single mom raising her kid alone, a ravishing and seductive mature beauty. She’d always loved teasing him since he was little, especially in her beloved cheongsams that hugged her curves so perfectly they were burned into his memory.
The news of Aunt Shen’s visit sent a shiver down Yang Haoran’s spine, dragging up memories of the terror she’d inflicted on him growing up.
He had to admit she was incredibly sexy: stunning face, tall and statuesque figure, alluring curves, and those cheongsams that made hearts race. She was a total bombshell. But to the little boy she’d constantly teased and tormented for fun, she was nothing less than a devil.
Thanks to her “training,” he’d developed a thick skin from a young age.
Shaking off the memories like smoke, Yang Haoran hung up the phone, his mind wandering.
He kept peeking out the window, silently praying that Shen Devil wouldn’t show. But as if jinxed, the bad always happened. Before long, a familiar car pulled into view.
“What a rotten day,” he muttered.
Resigned, he dragged himself out of his room and headed downstairs.
Yang Haoran swung open the front gate. A sleek, fiery-red Ferrari idled outside. Eye-catching as the car was, it paled next to the absolute stunner leaning against it—the kind of woman who made everything else fade into the background.
She was a classical beauty with a moon-like face and cascading black hair like a waterfall. Her amber eyes sparkled with seductive charm, her delicate nose perfectly shaped, and her full, rosy lips gleamed softly in the light, utterly tempting.
Her voluptuous, fiery figure clashed deliciously with her elegant features.
The form-fitting turquoise cheongsam strained against her ample, heaving breasts, the buttons barely holding. Her slim waist tapered down to full, round hips that thrust the fabric into a breathtaking curve.
The high slit at the thigh bared most of her plump, creamy legs—flawless as polished jade, glowing silky smooth under the sunlight.
Standing beside her was a handsome young teen in a white sleeveless shirt and loose black pants. His face was sullen, clearly displeased with the woman’s outfit.
“Mom, could you tone it down a bit? Haoran’s coming out.”
The boy glanced at the approaching Yang Haoran and couldn’t hold back any longer.
His mom was still flashing her thighs like she was trying to lure someone in. He’d seen this a million times over the years and was used to it, but he always had to say something. If she weren’t his mom, he’d have called her a total slut for dressing like that.
Truth be told, his mom’s cheongsam collection filled several closets at home, most of them modest and elegant—revealing only her calves.
But she had a few with slits that went all the way up to her thighs, and she always wore those exact ones whenever they visited Auntie Liu’s house.
Sometimes he seriously wondered if his mom had a thing for Haoran—if she wanted him as her little boy toy.
Shen Qing ignored her son’s complaints. Her serene yet alluring mature beauty lit up as Yang Haoran approached. She raised her baby-soft, porcelain arm and crooked a finger at him, her voice soft and coquettish.
“Little Ranran, have you missed your big sis?”
“I heard you got hurt… Hehe, that really tugs at my heartstrings.”
Even as she said it, a delighted smile spread across her face, leaving him torn between laughter and tears.
“Aunt Shen, you’re too kind,” Yang Haoran replied as he reached her, his eyes fixed firmly on her classically seductive face. He didn’t dare let his gaze drop even an inch.
He knew Aunt Shen was flaunting those thighs on purpose, baiting him. One glance—sneaky or not—and it wouldn’t escape Shen Devil’s sharp eyes. She’d use it as an excuse to tease him mercilessly. After countless “persecutions,” he’d learned to keep his eyes pure and his mind steady.
Right now, he stood like a righteous gentleman who saw beauty as mere bones. Of course, if she weren’t Shen Devil, he’d have feasted his eyes already.
But Shen Devil wasn’t letting him off that easy. She put on a sorrowful sigh. “It’s only been a month, and you’re calling me ‘Auntie’ again. Sigh… Fickle young men, every one of them.”
Her face twisted into the perfect expression of pitiable resentment, like a forsaken wife from the inner chambers, staring straight at Yang Haoran.
I’m not your husband! Yang Haoran cursed inwardly. He’d seen enough of Aunt Shen’s dramatic performances to roll his eyes. Still, he plastered on a polite smile. “Sis.”
From the heart—a phrase loaded with social savvy.
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. That was the hard-earned wisdom from blood and tears. Don’t let Shen Devil’s flirty vibe fool you into thinking she was an easy mark. The moment you tried to take advantage, she’d flip faster than you could blink and teach you a lesson.
Back then, that vixen had played on his youthful naivety, reeling him in step by step. His teenage hormones couldn’t resist… until she suddenly yelled, “Ruoxi, your son is molesting me!” His face had gone green on the spot.
“Hehe… Little Ran, you’re so sweet and thoughtful. No wonder I dote on you so much. Not like this blockhead Wenwen. Shiwen, you should learn from Haoran.”
“Yes!”
Zhou Shiwen wore a dead-to-the-world expression, responding mechanically. He was so done with his mom.
She had zero sense of propriety as an elder!
