Chapter 9: Mother and Son, Each Hiding Dirty Motives

However, even with such a scorching, stimulating scene before him, Yang Haoran felt nothing below the waist. It hung limp and lifeless, with no reaction at all.

Yang Haoran lowered his head to look at his little brother, then raised it again to glance at the arousing image on the screen. First came surprise... then blank confusion... and finally panic.

I'm ruined?

His mind went blank, and that thought surfaced over and over again.

"Mom... it, it... it..." Yang Haoran no longer cared about being shy. His face went pale as he jumped up and pointed at the penis between his legs that still showed no response. He flailed toward his mother, trying to say something in a panic, but the words kept catching in his throat. The more anxious he got, the less he could speak.

Seeing her son's panic, Liu Ruoxi felt complicated inside. What she was about to do went against a woman's virtue and against human morality.

The pressure inside her was far from small, but looking at her helpless son, it felt as if she had been struck hard in the chest. Instead, she calmed down.

Her expression stayed even. She crouched slightly, and under her son's stunned gaze, her fair, slender jade hand slowly closed around his cock.

The cold jade-like hand could feel the warmth of the cock. The instant it touched him, the cock seemed to react to the stimulation and twitched slightly.

"M-mom..." Yang Haoran's voice trembled, his heart torn between excitement and disbelief.

Mom's hand was holding my cock?

If it were any other woman, Yang Haoran might not have thought much of it, or he might have felt stimulated by it. That would have been a normal reaction.

But who was standing in front of him?

His mother - a fairy-like beauty with a body so sexy and explosive it was impossible to look away.

When she put on a cold face, she was like a rare flower blooming high on a sheer cliff, pure and untouchable.

One glance from her icy eyes felt like being exposed to a blizzard, the chill cutting straight through him.

In his heart, she was like a queen high above the world, dignified and elegant, noble and coldly beautiful, while he, though her son, was as insignificant as a loach in the mud.

He was already trembling with excitement, and heat seemed to surge through his cock. It swelled a little, no longer limp like a worm.

But compared to its usual skyward hardness, his little brother was only just starting to lift its head.

"Sit down."

A faint flush rose in Liu Ruoxi's face, but to preserve a mother's authority, she spoke in a cool voice.

At her signal, Yang Haoran sat back down in the computer chair.

His upper body was dressed in a white shirt, but below the waist he was bare. Seated in the chair with his legs spread, his cock was starting to lift slightly, like a snake raising its head.

"Watch the video."

Seeing her son staring straight at her, Liu Ruoxi kept her face cold.

Yang Haoran couldn't figure out what his mother meant today, but he didn't dare defy her. He obediently turned his gaze back to the obscene group-sex video on the screen.

Liu Ruoxi pulled the computer chair back a little to make some space and thought it over. The system task had three parts.

1. Give her son a handjob for five minutes.

2. Let her son look at her breasts for fifteen seconds.

3. Wear the game's seductive uniform in front of her son for thirty seconds.

Each task was more shameless than the last. After she finished them, how would he ever look at his mother again?

Cold and stunning on the outside? But actually a shameless slut, posing and seducing her own son?

Might as well treat it as therapy and complete the task that way, while still preserving the dignity she had as a mother.

As Liu Ruoxi thought through the matter, she already had a rough plan in mind. Now she only needed to carry it out.

"Are you getting a reaction while watching the video?"

Liu Ruoxi asked in a calm, steady voice.

"No, Mom. Am I... really ruined?" By now, Yang Haoran had finally come to himself. If he really was broken, what meaning did anything have anymore?

He looked miserable as he complained to her. "My lady mother, I had a little reaction when you touched me just now, but now it's gone again."

Liu Ruoxi was no longer in a hurry to finish the task. She planned to explain the situation to her son first.

"Doctor Hao told Mom that you might have some aftereffects down there, like trouble getting hard, so Mom should help stimulate you at home. That'll help you recover later."

Liu Ruoxi went on on her own: "Don't overthink it. Remember, whatever Mom does next is all for your own good."

Afraid that her image would collapse in her son's eyes, Liu Ruoxi laid the groundwork first. After all, what she was about to do really did not resemble a mother at all. It looked more like a slut.

In truth, Hao Lei had only told her to let her son watch porn. She had never expected Liu Ruoxi to get personally involved.

The clueless Yang Haoran finally understood. He had gotten all worked up for nothing; he had thought his mother might actually have feelings for him.

After all, what mother would touch her son's crotch, alone together in a room, while playing obscene films? No wonder he had read too much into it.

Liu Ruoxi walked to the window and drew the curtains.

At once, the atmosphere in the room took on a thick, indefinable edge.

"Watch the video. Mom will help stroke you a little and see whether you react?"

Standing beside her son, Liu Ruoxi said this with a composed expression.

Once she finished speaking, she crouched slightly, extended her jade hand, and slowly wrapped it around her son's cock.

A man's lower body, when not erect, was soft and slack. She closed her hand around it and, curious, gave it a squeeze.

Outwardly, Yang Haoran obediently kept his eyes on the lewd image on the screen, but his mind had already drifted to the mother gripping his cock, and his heart was burning.

His cock reacted a little more, swelling slightly.

In truth, it was impossible for simple touching to produce much pleasure; what felt intense was the stimulation in his own head.

"Move a little... Mom." Yang Haoran's voice trembled.

"Mm."

Liu Ruoxi's pale, slender fingers wrapped around her son's cock, holding it lightly. After a moment's hesitation, she carefully started to stroke him.

The soft little worm seemed to wake up, slowly writhing, stretching out its body, and swelling another size.

Liu Ruoxi could clearly feel the change in her son's cock. She lightly squeezed it again, her brows faintly knitting. It was better than before, but the hardness was only so-so.

Feeling his mother's soft, cool jade hand awkwardly servicing his penis, Yang Haoran collapsed back in the chair in comfort, his legs spread wide. His cock was slightly raised while those pair of fair jade hands wrapped around it and stroked it back and forth.

Stimulated by the touch, a drop of sticky fluid seeped from the opening at the tip of his cock and slowly slid down, dripping onto his mother's jade hand.

Seeing the clear male fluid land in her palm, Liu Ruoxi's brows furrowed slightly.

Realizing this was a normal male response, she said nothing. Using the slickness of the fluid, she continued to pump his penis up and down.

Her technique was clearly unpracticed. She only knew one motion, and she didn't have the force or rhythm down.

Even so, Yang Haoran was already more than satisfied.

The filthy fluid his cock secreted had profaned the jade hand of his fairy mother. Just thinking about it made him feel unbelievably excited.