As the saying goes, what's coming will come. Liu Ruoxi's adjustments were but brief pauses. Yang Haoran clicked open the USB drive, inside there was a single folder, which he clicked to enter.
The screen transitioned, a row of video previews appeared. The covers were filled with a variety of provocatively dressed women, either with enticing expressions, mysterious items in their mouths, or adorned in semi-transparent white gowns, their hands decorously placed on their lower abdomen.
The transparency of the white gowns, like a mere illusion, hints of charming allure peeking through, a verdant scenery presented in a cluster...
The titles included:
High schooler with a busty tutor
Noodle house heir, kneels to serve
Orgy party of a busty housewife
Saucy lady in the office...
His mind went blank instantaneously, dumbstruck, standing there for a long while, unable to recover his senses.
Yang Haoran was stunned, entirely stunned, this familiar imagery, and these words...
He had anticipated study materials, but not this kind of "study material"?
"Mom... Mom... Mom..." Yang Haoran stammered, his hands trembling slightly: "This... this is... what is this?"
Liu Ruoxi, being an exceptional person, had extraordinary mental strength. With a calm expression and a natural tone, she said: "Your study materials. Go ahead and open one."
Yang Haoran's mind felt as if it were filled with water, in a daze, he subconsciously followed his mother's command and clicked to open one of the videos.
When the video slowly loaded on the screen, it showed a living room, a voluptuous woman in a semi-transparent white dress with fat buttocks and big breasts, her hands gracefully placed on her lower abdomen.
She was presented like an item on display, a few men stood before her, their gazes unabashedly roaming over her body.
The men conversed while evaluating her, the woman, with a blush on her face, answered their questions intermittently.
Seeing this scene, Yang Haoran finally snapped out of it. What had he just done, opening such content in front of his own mother?
Was he too bold, or just audacious?
His face turned pale, thinking that his mother was using his previous "study materials" to make a point. He quickly made a pitiful face, rolled off the computer chair, and without uttering another word, clung onto his mother's slender and perfectly shaped leg, pleading: "My beautiful and kind-hearted mother, I admit my mistake, I will never do it again."
"Could you, with your generous heart, forgive me this once?"
Yang Haoran clung onto his mother's leg tightly, as if he would never let go until he received her forgiveness.
However, the smooth texture of her stocking, slightly compressed, as if through the silk, he could feel the soft and fair skin beneath, delicate, smooth, like touching a piece of high-quality jade, left him momentarily spellbound.
The feel was too good!
Sensing her son's restless hands fidgeting, lightly kneading, Liu Ruoxi could no longer keep a straight face and sternly said: "Let go."
"I won't let go. Unless you forgive me, I won't let go even if it kills me." Saying so, Yang Haoran pretended to sob, acting pitiful to win her sympathy, and strategically placed his face on his mother's leg.
His warm cheek pressed against her thin, black stocking. Through the fabric, he could feel the soft and cool touch of his mother's leg. His face slightly rubbed against the stocking, enjoying the silky sensation.
At that moment, Yang Haoran's mind buzzed, overwhelmed by the soft feeling transmitted to his face. He felt he was not only audacious but downright crazed.
But the cool, soft, and elastic sensation was too irresistible, he couldn't help but touch, knead, and pinch it, without a single thought.
"Yang... Hao... Ran..." Liu Ruoxi felt her son's increasingly inappropriate touches, even reaching her thigh. Her expression turned icy, each word was delivered coldly, in a horrifying tone.
If she didn't stop him now, this cheeky child might just fly to the sky.
The stern, terrifying voice of his mother fell into Yang Haoran's ears, word by word. He understood that his mother was truly angry. Despite a sense of reluctance, he finally let go of her hands with a lingering reluctance.
Her flawless legs were within his reach, yet at the same time, they seemed as distant as the horizon.
Between breaths, he could still catch a whiff of her fragrance, light and elegant, like a high-altitude flower, invigorating and refreshing to his senses.
He dared not to jest anymore. If he persisted in doing so, it would be tantamount to courting disaster.
Yang Haoran, with a downtrodden face, knelt before his mother, slightly lowering his head, appearing like a repentant child, waiting for his mother's forgiveness.
After releasing her, Liu Ruoxi took several deep breaths, her body trembling slightly, as if coping with a surge of emotions.
The imposing mountain range, so magnificent and elegant, seemed to ebb and flow like waves crashing against each other.
One stood with a fearful expression, while the other knelt in despair.
The atmosphere was so tense, you could hear a pin drop.
Only the provocative sounds from the screen next to them could be heard, as the scene on the display was shifting to its main focus.
After a while, Yang Haoran heard a decree that felt like an amnesty, "Get up."
The voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow oriole's call. Although the tone was slightly cold, it was generally calm.
Yang Haoran cautiously stood up, his face donning his usual playfulness, "Mother, are you not angry anymore?"
"Hmm."
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son, "I'm not angry anymore, now take off your pants."
Huh?
Yang Haoran hadn't recovered from his joy before despair struck him. He thought his mother wanted to punish him again, quickly flattering her, "Mother, why should I do that?"
'Why did I have such a troublesome child?' Liu Ruoxi closed her eyes to calm herself. 'Don't be angry, don't be angry, he's my child... he's my responsibility.'
Upon opening her eyes, Liu Ruoxi subtly glanced at her son's shorts, which he was wearing. Everything looked normal.
She sighed inwardly, "Just do as you're told, no more nonsense."
Not understanding what his mother meant, Yang Haoran nervously complied and took off his shorts.
"Take off your underwear too."
A faint voice came from beside him.
Should he? Or shouldn't he?
Yang Haoran hesitated for a moment, eventually mumbling something under his breath and followed through.
His expression was unusually shy because his little brother was now completely exposed to the air, under his mother's gaze.
Liu Ruoxi's gaze fell on her son's dick, which was hanging down, soft as if a small worm, however, this 'worm' was about seven or eight centimetres long.
If it were to become erect, it could easily double in size.
Liu Ruoxi instructed her son to sit on the computer chair and look at the screen.
Yang Haoran was confused but obediently followed his mother's instructions and looked at the screen.
On the screen, an attractive woman's voluptuous, fair-skinned body was displayed, posed like a bitch on a bed with all her fours. Her buttocks raised, a man gripped her plump backside, making rhythmic, intense movements. The sound of claps echoed around the room.
However, the attractive woman's mouth didn't get a moment of rest either. A man was squatting in front of her, clutching her hair, rhythmically moving his hips, with an expression of utter enjoyment on his face.
Her ample breasts were swaying wildly, gripped by the third man lying underneath her. He was holding one with his large hand while the other was being licked like a cherry. The soft, slippery breasts were kneaded and shaped, with his fingers sinking deeply into the fair flesh. Despite the pressure, they sought escape, spilling out from between his fingers.
The woman's expression fluctuated between pain and pleasure, her hair fluttering around, with provocative sounds resonating from the scene.