Strands of sunlight filtered through the half-drawn pale yellow curtains, casting a patchwork of light spots across the tiled floor of the room. A gentle breeze stirred the air, and several potted ornamental flowers sat by the window, basking in the sun’s warmth as the wind lightly tugged at their leaves.
It was nine in the morning inside the room.
Yang Haoran lay on the bed, utterly listless. On the desk in front of him sat a black notebook—notes his sister had made for his homework—but he had never bothered to open it.
It had been two days since he returned from the hospital, and the Old witch had confined him to the house, not allowing him to go anywhere, stripping away his freedom entirely.
What kind of bird was a bird without freedom?
Lost in random thoughts, Yang Haoran suddenly remembered something. Ever since coming back from the hospital, his lower parts hadn’t gotten hard even once.
Not even his usual morning wood.
“Could there be some kind of side effect?”
He muttered to himself, growing more convinced the more he thought about it, panic rising uncontrollably in his chest.
He jumped out of bed in a hurry and sat down at the computer desk. With practiced ease, he powered on the monitor. As the boot screen flashed by, he opened the browser and typed in a web address.
The “study” videos he had downloaded before were carefully selected gems from various sites, but the Old witch had ruthlessly wiped them all out.
With a click to confirm and redirect, a porn site popped up on the screen. Just as he was about to pick one at random to test things out…
“Tap tap… tap tap…”
The familiar sound of footsteps approached from outside the door.
Yang Haoran jolted in fright. He shut down the computer, dove into bed, and pulled up the covers to pretend he was asleep—all in one fluid motion.
Click. The door opened.
Liu Ruoxi stepped into the room dressed in a sleek black suit dress, sheer black velvet pantyhose, and pointed black high heels—an impeccable office lady outfit. She had just returned from the company. After making breakfast for the family that morning, she had rushed off to handle some business.
Even though she had made arrangements while accompanying her son in the hospital, a backlog of matters still required her personal attention. These past two days, she had been tied up with company affairs.
The tasks from the game had a three-day deadline. Last night at the office, she had downloaded some videos onto a USB drive, but she had forgotten to bring it home. Left with no choice, she had made another trip to the company that morning.
Finding those videos had taken some effort. She had searched for ages without success, then created a burner account to post a bounty in an online forum.
Ten thousand bucks! Money makes the world go round—a fellow forum regular contacted her within minutes and provided the goods.
Of course, that guy would never have guessed that the one requesting such resources was a stunning beauty straight out of a dream.
Looking down at her son feigning sleep on the bed, Liu Ruoxi raised an eyebrow. “Get up. I’m counting to three. Three… two…”
Before she reached one, Yang Haoran wisely opened his eyes and scrambled out of bed. He knew all too well that the Old witch’s eyes were no ordinary thing—his amateurish tricks were just asking for humiliation.
Yang Haoran glanced at his mother.
Today, as always, she wore delicate, subtle makeup. Her fine, arched brows resembled distant mountain peaks shrouded in mist; her amber eyes, like pools of autumn water, were accentuated by black eyeliner and soft brown shadow, lending them an exquisite allure with an undercurrent of cold, seductive charm.
Beneath her straight, elegant nose, her full lips glistened with vibrant lipstick, moist and inviting like a ripe cherry. Her flawless features were a masterpiece of heaven itself, perfect without a single blemish.
The black dress hugged her voluptuous figure. Beneath the fitted jacket, a black strapless corset strained against her massive 36E breasts, swelling like twin towering mountains that rose and fell in a breathtaking curve.
Her slender waist was slim enough to wrap his hands around, cinched tight by the jacket, before the lines flared out dramatically into enormous, perfectly rounded hips.
Below the hem of her black skirt, her legs were sheathed in black silk so sheer it revealed the snowy white flesh beneath—long, shapely, and flawlessly sculpted, as if carved by nature’s own hand.
Even as he inwardly called her the Old witch, Yang Haoran knew his mother was a one-in-a-million knockout. That angelic face paired with her devilish curves—full breasts and plump rear—any man who saw her would want to claim her for himself.
Heat stirred in Yang Haoran’s chest, but he didn’t dare look too long. He quickly averted his eyes, afraid his impure gaze would taint her.
Ever since he’d become aware of such things, he’d naturally harbored fantasies about his stunningly sexy mother. But those thoughts, crushed under the weight of morality and her stern glare, lurked in the shadows of his heart like bats in the night, never daring to see the light of day.
“Keep looking! Why stop now?” Despite his best efforts to hide it, Liu Ruoxi had caught that flicker of heat in her son’s eyes from moments ago. A trace of embarrassment and annoyance colored her tone.
“Look at what… Mom, what are you talking about?” Yang Haoran lifted his head, shaking it and looking around innocently as if he had no idea.
Seeing her son play dumb only reminded Liu Ruoxi of the task at hand. She took a deep breath, steadying her expression. “Turn on your computer.”
“Did your computer break again, Mom?”
“You itching for a spanking?”
Under Liu Ruoxi’s piercing gaze, Yang Haoran didn’t dare say another word. He obediently powered on the monitor.
He was a bit puzzled. Hadn’t she already checked it once before? Why again now?
Good thing he hadn’t downloaded any “study materials” these past couple of days.
Liu Ruoxi thought about what was coming next. Even though she had mentally prepared herself, a faint blush still crept across her elegant features.
“Plug this USB drive in.”
Keeping her composure with natural poise, she handed her son a sleek silver USB stick.
Without a second thought, Yang Haoran assumed she had prepared some study materials for him to catch up on the schoolwork he’d missed while stuck at home.
He took the drive and slotted it into the computer’s port. Once recognized, it appeared in the upper right corner of the screen: 256GB total capacity, 167GB used.
Seeing that, Yang Haoran’s heart skipped a beat. No way—had this Old witch gone so far as to download over a hundred gigs of study materials for him?
His hand trembled slightly on the mouse.
Inwardly, he cursed her up one side and down the other.
But on the surface, he grinned. “So, Mom, what’s on here?”
The flush on Liu Ruoxi’s face deepened, but she kept her expression icy. “Why ask so many questions? Just open it and see.”
As Yang Haoran moved the mouse to click on the drive, Liu Ruoxi behind him closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Her magnificent chest heaved dramatically.
When she opened them again, her demeanor was cool as frost, her face impassive.
