"Wait."
Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son's timid appearance, but didn't say anything more. Calmly buttoning up, she left the room, leaving behind a statement, and got up to leave.
"Bang!"
The room door was slammed shut, making a loud noise.
Yang Haoran watched with a trembling heart, his hands and feet turning cold.
'Am I going crazy?'
'Have I become audacious?'
'Not only did I respond boldly when she mentioned wanting to see better, but I even dared to look at her breasts?'
Yang Haoran felt his mind in chaos. Everything that had happened was too bizarre.
'Mom showed me explicit videos?'
'Mom masturbated my dick for me?'
'Mom unbuttoned her collar and let me, her son, look at her breasts?'
'Is this still the cold and strict "old witch" I knew?'
'From everything that just happened, no matter how I look at it, it seems like a shameless slut seducing her own son.'
Yang Haoran's head was buzzing. He was truly confused. He didn't understand how all of this had happened, how it had developed to this point. He remembered what his mother had said earlier.
'No matter what she does later, remember, it's all for him. She even mentioned that Dr. Hao asked her to help stimulate him for his recovery?'
'But did Mom really need to do this? After all, I'm her biological son!
Even if she wanted to stimulate me, couldn't she just show me explicit videos? Why did she have to do the rest?'
Everything about this situation was like a fog, confusing and mysterious.
Scenes from earlier replayed in Yang Haoran's mind, and he still found it hard to believe.
'Why did all of this happen?'
'Could it be that you really are a shameless slut?'
Involuntarily, doubts arose in Yang Haoran's heart.
...
After leaving her son's room, Liu Ruoxi stood still for a while. Her thoughts were unclear, and she lingered in place.
After a long while, she sighed and left a barely audible murmur in the air.
"Do I still have a choice?"
Dadadada... Dadadada... gradually fading away.
...
In the tranquil solitude of her bedroom, Liu Ruoxi found herself holding an exotic uniform, which had appeared as if from nowhere. Her visage remained placid, hiding the whirl of thoughts churning within her mind.
Delicately, she removed her clothing, standing before a floor-to-ceiling mirror that reflected her bare form back to her. What greeted her eyes was an embodiment of carnal allure—a body sculpted to enthrall, to invoke a powerful longing. The voluptuous curvature of her breasts, her sinuous buttocks, and the fine grace of her waist combined to form a silhouette that held an intoxicating sensuality.
Her face, however, was an artwork in its own right. Delicate as a porcelain doll's, yet radiant with the vibrancy of life, it was a visage seemingly without flaw. Each detail, each line, each curve was a stroke painted by an unseen artist, the final result breathtakingly perfect. It was as though she was a celestial nymph, a fairy descended from the heavens, gracing the mortal world with her ethereal presence.
For a moment, she stood still, captivated by her own reflection. Her eyes, mirrors to her soul, seemed to lose themselves in the contemplation of her own beauty. Time stretched, the world around her fading into insignificance as she was lost in thought.
At last, she reached for the mysterious uniform that had been provided by the game. A garment meant to titillate, it was an interplay of sheer black and white lace. The white hem of the skirt, delicately fringed, cascaded down like wisps of cloud, creating an exquisite contrast against her sensual form.
The dress, an amalgamation of contrasts, was an embodiment of innocence interwoven with explicit allure. Its ethereal beauty seemed to harmonize with her raw sensuality, creating an aura of forbidden temptation. It presented an intoxicating blend of virtue and vice, a blend that tugged at the heartstrings, a picture so bewitchingly alluring that it was impossible to look away.
...
Dadadada... Dadadada...
Overwhelmed with uncertainty, he was unsure if his mother's impending visit was to unveil something greater in store for him or to demand accountability for his actions.
In this anxious and uneasy state of mind, with a "click," the door opened.
Yang Haoran took a glance and was shocked, his mind and soul stunned, like a wooden statue.
He saw his mother wearing a V-neck black and white lace skirt. The skirt was slightly transparent, with the chest area adorned by black lace, resembling a bra that wrapped around her ample bosom. Two firm mountain peaks towered, creating a deep cleavage, and the pale and plump breasts pressed tightly against each other.
Through the delicate patterns, two drops of crimson nipples were faintly visible, forming two enticing protrusions on the lace skirt. The voluptuous breasts seemed veiled in a black mist, revealing the snowy and smooth skin underneath.
Although the view was not entirely clear, it added a seductive allure with its half-concealed and half-revealed charm.
Following the curve of her waist downwards, her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, stood out with an enticing luster. The muted light made the stockings seem like a glossy second skin, adding an additional layer of allure to her appearance. A pair of skyscraper-high fifteen-centimeter heels adorned her feet, further amplifying her height and adding an edgy sexiness to her unconventional ensemble.
Not only was her figure taller, but her ample bosom and curvaceous buttocks appeared even more firm, sensual, and alluring.
Yang Haoran's eyes widened with excitement, and he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva as his erection grew beneath his crotch.
Then his gaze focused on his mother's crotch, where the semi-transparent white skirt overlapped with the stockings, revealing a cluster of lush and dark shadows, appearing hazy and enchanting—a tantalizing sight that stimulated the heart and mind.
'Are those dense and black shadows mother's pubic hair?'
'Did Mom not wear any underwear?'
'This is too debauched!'
Liu Ruoxi maintained a composed demeanor, her face calm, and walked gracefully towards him.
She moved slowly, as if showcasing her enticing body to her son and deliberately teasing his senses. Her slender legs crossed as she took each step, her ample bosom gracefully swaying with her elegant strides, and her skirt gently swaying along.
Although Yang Haoran couldn't see what was behind his mother, the twisting of her hips alone fueled endless fantasies. Her plump and snowy buttocks must be like surging waves of temptation under the alluring black silk, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of fifteen-centimeter high heels, making the whole scene surreal and unreal, filled with boundless debauchery and allure.
Listening to the sound of high heels landing, Yang Haoran's blood boiled as if each movement of the heels stepped on his heart, igniting the flow of desire in his veins.
Yang Haoran foolishly stared at this scene until his mother stood in front of him, snapping him out of his daze.
A faint fragrance drifted in the air, intoxicating and captivating, like a lingering mist enveloping his mind and body.
As he looked at his mother in this sexy attire, Yang Haoran fell into a state of stupefaction once again.
At a closer look, his mother's beauty became even more enchanting and captivating. Her once sharp eyes, combined with this outfit, added a touch of charm and allure. Her sensual red lips were plump and moist, with a subtle sheen. Her high and shapely nose was smooth as jade, and her exquisite features seemed divinely crafted, flawlessly perfect in every aspect.
Beneath her fair and slender swan-like neck, the V-neckline didn't descend too low, but it couldn't possibly conceal her ample bosom. Her plump and towering breasts rose high, like two majestic peaks that strained against the thin bra, creating a deep cleavage like an enchanting abyss, captivating the heart.
Two tender and rosy nipples were faintly visible, protruding through the lace bra, forming two seductive bulges. The snowy white curves of her voluptuous body, concealed by the sheer skirt, appeared enchantingly alluring.
Her two slender and straight jade-like legs stood proudly, encased in delicate black stockings. Within the hazy light, her legs exuded a smooth and provocative sheen. The junction of her tightly closed thighs revealed a tantalizing, half-concealed black shadow, provoking endless fantasies and irresistibly tempting exploration of the tightly sealed gorge's scenery, which was profoundly captivating.