Chapter 7: The USB Drive

A few threads of light slipped through the half-drawn pale yellow curtains, scattering broken patches across the tile floor inside. A soft breeze stirred, and several ornamental flowers on the windowsill soaked up the sunlight, swaying gently under its touch.

Inside, it was nine in the morning.

Yang Haoran lay on the bed like a man with nothing left to live for. On the desk in front of the computer sat a black notebook, the homework notes his younger sister had made for him, but he had never once opened it.

It had already been two days since he came back from the hospital. That old witch had locked him at home under house arrest and forbidden him to go anywhere, brutally stripping away his freedom.

Was a bird without freedom still a bird?

Yang Haoran was lost in random thoughts when he suddenly remembered something. Ever since coming back from the hospital, it felt like his lower body had never gotten hard at all.

Even his usual morning wood was gone.

"Could there be some kind of aftereffect?"

Yang Haoran muttered. The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed, and the panic in his chest only grew.

He hurriedly got up, sat down in front of the desk, and skillfully turned on the PC. As the startup screen flashed by, he opened the browser and typed in a website address.

The "study" videos he had downloaded before were all top-shelf picks carefully chosen from the major sites. Too bad they had all been mercilessly wiped out by the old witch.

After clicking confirm, a porn site popped up in front of him. Just as he was about to click on one at random to test it out,

"Tap tap... tap tap..."

Familiar footsteps came from outside the door.

Yang Haoran jumped in alarm, shut down the computer, climbed into bed, and lay down in one smooth motion.

He pulled the blanket over himself and pretended to be asleep.

With a click, the door opened.

Liu Ruoxi walked into the room dressed in OL attire: a black suit skirt, black velvet pantyhose, and black pointed high heels. She had just come back from the company; that morning, after making breakfast for the family, she had hurried out for a trip to the office.

While she had stayed with her son in the hospital, even though arrangements had been made, there were still quite a few things piled up that needed her personal attention. For the past two days, she had basically been busy with company matters.

The task given by the game had to be completed within three days. Last night at the company, she had downloaded some videos and saved them onto a USB drive, but she had forgotten to bring it home yesterday, so she had no choice but to make another trip to the company this morning.

Finding those videos had taken some effort too. She had searched for half a day and still couldn’t find them, so she made a throwaway account and posted a bounty on Tieba.

Ten thousand yuan. Money talks. Within minutes, a veteran Tieba user contacted her and provided the resources.

But that guy would never have guessed that the one asking for those resources would be a stunning beauty.

Looking down at her son pretending to sleep on the bed, Liu Ruoxi raised an eyebrow. "Get up. I’ll give you three seconds. Three... two..."

Before she even reached one, Yang Haoran obediently opened his eyes and got up in a hurry. He knew that the old witch’s eyes were no ordinary thing. With his half-baked tricks, he was just asking to humiliate himself.

Yang Haoran glanced at his mother.

Today, as always, his mother wore delicate light makeup. Her slender willow brows were painted like a distant mountain range; her amber, autumn-water eyes looked like a pool of clear water, with black eyeliner and light brown eyeshadow accenting her mesmerizing gaze, making her look not only exquisite, but also carrying a faint cold, seductive beauty.

Beneath her straight, elegant nose, her plump lips were coated with bright lipstick, the moist sheen delicate and alluring, like a ripe cherry ready to burst. Her refined features seemed like a masterpiece from heaven, flawless without a single defect.

A black dress wrapped around her full figure, and inside the blazer she wore a black strapless top.

Below her graceful neck, her enormous 36E breasts strained the narrow strapless top until it bulged as if ready to split, like two towering mountains soaring into the clouds, rising and falling with a breathtaking, tempting curve.

Her slender waist could almost be circled with one hand, tightly cinched by the blazer, and then the line of her body suddenly flared outward, outlining a huge, round ass on both sides.

Beneath the black hem of her skirt, the sexy black stockings were as thin as cicada wings, revealing the snow-white softness underneath. Her two evenly proportioned, long beautiful legs were tall and straight, like a masterpiece carved by nature, flawless.

Even if he called her an old witch in his heart, Yang Haoran knew his mother was unquestionably a rare, peerless stunner. That fairy-like face, combined with those full breasts, those wide hips, and that devilishly explosive body, what man could look at her and not want to claim her for himself?

Yang Haoran’s insides burned, but he didn’t dare look for long. He quickly lowered his head a little, afraid his filthy gaze would desecrate his mother.

Such a gorgeous, sexy mother, of course he had thoughts about her ever since he became sexually aware. But those thoughts, under the condemnation of morality and his mother’s stern gaze, were like bats in the night, buried deep in his heart and not daring to show even a trace in the sunlight.

"Go on, look! Why aren’t you looking anymore?" And yet, even though Yang Haoran had hidden it well enough, Liu Ruoxi still caught that flash of heat in her son’s eyes just now, and a trace of embarrassment and annoyance rose in her.

"Look at what... Mom, what are you talking about?" Yang Haoran raised his head, bobbing it around and looking left and right as if he didn’t understand.

Seeing her son play dumb, Liu Ruoxi thought of today’s task. After taking a deep breath, her expression settled down, and she said, "Open your computer."

"Mom, is your computer broken again?"

"Want a beating?"

Under his mother Liu Ruoxi’s sharp gaze, Yang Haoran didn’t dare say another word and obediently turned on the monitor.

He was a little puzzled. Hadn’t Mom checked it once last time? Why was she here again this time?

Thank goodness he hadn’t downloaded any "study materials" these past two days.

Thinking about what was about to happen, even though Liu Ruoxi was mentally prepared, a faint flush still rose on her cold, beautiful face.

"Plug this USB drive in."

Keeping her face composed, Liu Ruoxi spoke in a natural tone and then handed her son a small silver U-shaped drive.

Yang Haoran didn’t think much of it. He assumed Mom had prepared some study materials for him and wanted him to make up the schoolwork he had fallen behind on while stuck at home.

Taking the USB drive, he plugged it into the port on the tower. Once the system read it, the upper-right corner showed that the drive had a total capacity of 256G, with 167G used. Seeing that, Yang Haoran was terrified. No way. Had this old witch actually downloaded more than a hundred gigabytes of study materials for me?

The hand holding the mouse even began to tremble slightly.

Inside, he had already started cursing his mother to hell and back.

But on the surface, Yang Haoran still smiled and said, "Mom, what’s in here?"

Liu Ruoxi’s face was even more obviously flushed now, but she still kept a cold expression and said frostily, "Why ask so much? Open it and you’ll know, won’t you?"

As Yang Haoran moved the mouse and prepared to open the USB drive, Liu Ruoxi behind him closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her proud peaks rose and fell violently.

When she opened her eyes again, her expression had already settled into place, cold as ice and utterly indifferent.