Yang Haoran pretended to stay calm as he slowly pulled down his pants. When his underwear reached his knees, a familiar voice rang in his ears.
“What are you doing so late at night?”
Liu Ruoxi frowned slightly as she stared at her son, whose underwear was down around his knees and whose lower half was indecently exposed. “N-nothing…”
Yang Haoran acted as if he’d been caught off guard by his mother, awkwardly freezing in place.
Under her scrutinizing gaze, he hung his head low, shrinking in on himself like a scolded child.
Seeing her son’s embarrassed state only made Liu Ruoxi furrow her brows even more. She had no idea what he was up to in the middle of the night. After studying him closely for a few seconds, she noticed the streaks of white, sticky fluid on his underwear at the knees, the fabric there darkened and damp.
She sniffed lightly, catching a pungent scent lingering in the air.
Her delicate brows knitting together, Liu Ruoxi parted her red lips and said coolly, “Lift your head and explain yourself.”
Yang Haoran slowly raised his head and glanced at his mother before mumbling, “I had a wet dream.”
“I’m not blind—I can see that. What I want to know is why you called me over here.”
“Huh?” Yang Haoran blinked in confusion. This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go. Shouldn’t she be asking why he’d had the wet dream? Then he could pour out his sob story, play the pity card, stir up her maternal instincts until she showered him with affection and goodies?
That’s how it always went in those dirty novels.
“Uh… well…” Caught off guard, Yang Haoran’s mind went blank, and he stammered without knowing how to respond to her sharp question.
After a moment’s thought, inspiration struck. He deliberately slumped his shoulders and whined, “I feel so awful, Mother. I think about you every day—I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. But ever since that time, you haven’t done anything like that for me anymore. It itches, like an itch I can’t scratch.”
At this point, he figured playing the victim might be his best bet.
Liu Ruoxi eyed her son’s seemingly aggrieved expression and paused thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. “Mm. If you want it, you can have it.”
“Really?” The happiness hit Yang Haoran like a bolt from the blue. He could hardly believe it.
“Really.”
A faint smile curved Liu Ruoxi’s lips as she watched the joy light up her son’s face, and she nodded again.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran gazed at his mother in delight, a grin spreading uncontrollably across his features. He marveled at how much she cared for him—he’d never call her the Old witch again. But then her clear, cool voice yanked him back to reality, freezing his smile in a comical rictus.
“Which part of your grades has shown such obvious improvement lately that you dare to entertain these thoughts? Tell me.”
Liu Ruoxi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking down at him with a teasing lilt in her voice.
Yang Haoran could hear the mockery plain as day. “None.”
The moment she brought up his studies, his mood plummeted.
For a slacker like him, improving his grades was harder than climbing to heaven.
Only now did he realize she was toying with him—building him up just to knock him down. The Old witch strikes again.
He inwardly grumbled about his mother. After a long silence with no response from her, he was about to look up and gauge her mood when her icy tone cut through the air.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Haoran.”
The weight of her words jolted him. He instinctively lifted his head to meet her gaze.
But the teasing glint was gone from her eyes. Her stunning face was etched with disappointment, a shadow of worry creasing her brow. Softly, she said, “I’ve told you before—those things you want, I can give them to you. Even if they go against worldly morals, I don’t care, for your sake.”
“But all you do is scheme and play little tricks…”
“If I indulged you, giving you a moment’s pleasure, would that be helping you or harming you?”
“You’ve been naughty since you were little, without enough discipline. As your mother, I’ve failed you.” Liu Ruoxi sighed helplessly, a mix of frustration at his stubbornness and self-reproach for not raising him right when he was young.
Her words pierced Yang Haoran’s heart like knives—bloodless wounds, but sharp enough to carve into his soul. He knew she was right. He’d been acting like a spoiled child: immature, temperamental, chasing taboo desires without a shred of guilt or shame. All the moral burden had fallen on her shoulders.
The disappointment in her voice gnawed at him like a swarm of ants devouring his heart. A wave of shame crashed over him.
Was he really in the wrong?
But Mother… how could he bear to let someone else have someone as perfect as you?
Watching her son sit there dazed, Liu Ruoxi wondered if she’d been too harsh.
Guiding him toward better studies wasn’t something that could happen overnight. Had she rushed it?
Regret tugged at her. With a helpless sigh, she decided to chalk it up as a debt she owed the rascal.
She walked slowly to stand before her son. Under his bewildered gaze, she crouched down.
Her voluptuous, mature figure formed alluring curves in the squat, especially her full, perky peach-like rear—enough to stir any man’s primal urges.
Yang Haoran snapped back to attention, staring in confusion at his mother now kneeling before him.
Without a word, Liu Ruoxi extended her fair, slender hand and grasped her son’s already swollen, dark brown shaft.
His thick rod was as girthy as a baby’s arm, the egg-sized head flushed red like a plump mushroom. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, then leaned in close. The pungent smell filled her nostrils. In Yang Haoran’s stunned gaze, her vermilion lips parted, and her pink tongue darted out to lick the surface of his throbbing glans—not a fleeting touch, but a deliberate slide along a small patch.
She frowned afterward, discomfort evident. She’d never used her tongue on a man there before, but Shen Qing had mentioned it—how a woman taking the initiative drove men wild. And she was his mother, no less.
The scene burned into Yang Haoran’s mind, time seeming to freeze.
“M-Mom… M-Mother… you… you…” He was too shocked to form words, stammering as excitement and astonishment short-circuited his brain.
His earlier gloom vanished in the face of this surprise.
Liu Ruoxi rose to her feet and glanced at her son’s elated expression. She seemed far more composed than he was. “If you want more of this, earn it with your grades.”
Her face appeared calm as she spoke, but a subtle blush crept across her cheeks and ears.
Yang Haoran grinned ear to ear, his mouth stretched so wide it nearly reached his ears. He’d thought he’d blown it at the last second, but just when all hope seemed lost, a path forward appeared.
“Move.”
Seeing him eyeing her slyly and inching closer, Liu Ruoxi snapped to attention. “Back off.”
“Uh… what?” Yang Haoran was puzzled. He hadn’t even made a move yet.
“I need to rinse my mouth. Move.” She shot him a glare.
At her words, he panicked. “Mom, you’ve already licked it—finish me off with your mouth! It hurts how swollen it is. Have mercy, do the whole good deed, take it all the way. You can rinse later!”
Her icy eyes glared daggers at him. “All you’re good at is running your mouth. Move—I won’t say it twice.”
With no choice, Yang Haoran grudgingly stepped aside.
After she rinsed her mouth and turned to leave, his brain shorted out again, and he blurted, “Mom, if I improve my grades, will you… do that thing with me later? You know…”
His voice trailed off, confidence waning. The moment the words left his lips, he regretted them. Wasn’t this like getting a ray of sunshine and demanding the whole sun?
“Scram!”
Liu Ruoxi rubbed her temple in exasperation and started to storm off, but she paused and turned back with a frosty warning. “Anything else is fine, but not that. Don’t even think about it. No negotiations.”
Once she was gone, the harsh light illuminated half of Yang Haoran’s face, his handsome features sharp in the glow, the other half shrouded in shadow, flickering uncertainly. He murmured to himself, “Mother… do you know? No matter how despicable, shameless, or low I have to stoop, as long as I can have you, Yang Haoran will have no regrets in this life…”
