Chapter 8: Study Materials? Videos?

What was coming would come all the same. Liu Ruoxi’s adjustment lasted only an instant, and Yang Haoran clicked open the USB drive. There was only one folder, so he kept going into it.

The screen jumped, and rows of video pages appeared. Their thumbnails showed all kinds of women with their bodies on display, some wearing teasing expressions, some with an unidentified creature in their mouths, some dressed in translucent white gauze dresses, their hands neatly folded over their lower bellies in an outward show of dignity and elegance.

But the translucent white gauze dresses were all but a fig leaf. Their cherries were ripe and tempting, the grassland below lush and thriving, overflowing in profusion...

The titles included things like: high schooler brutally fucked by a huge-titted tutor, the ramen-shop heir, kneeling to suck a dragon-length cock, a huge-titted married slut, a filthy slutty girl in an office gangbang...

His mind went blank in an instant, and he stood there completely frozen, unable to recover for a long time.

Yang Haoran was stunned, utterly stunned. This familiar footage and these words...

He had expected study materials, but he never expected this kind of "study materials".

"Ma... ma... mom..." Yang Haoran stammered, his hands trembling slightly as well. "Wh... what... is this?"

Liu Ruoxi was no ordinary woman. Her mental fortitude was extremely strong, and she said with a calm face and an even calmer tone, "Your study materials."

"Open it."

Yang Haoran’s brain felt as if it had been filled with water, hazy and muddled. Hearing his mother’s words, his hand instinctively obeyed and clicked open a video.

As the page slowly unfolded on the display, it showed a living room. A busty, thick-hipped mature beauty was wearing a translucent white gauze dress, her small hands folded and resting steadily over her lower abdomen.

She was like a product put on display. Several men stood before her, their gazes roaming wantonly over her body.

The men exchanged comments and appraisals, and the beautiful mature woman blushed shyly, answering their questions from time to time.

Looking at that scene, Yang Haoran finally woke up. What had he just done, opening porn in front of his own mother?

Was he getting too bold? Or had he grown wings?

His face went pale. Thinking his mother was about to bring up his previous "study materials," he hurriedly scrambled down from the computer chair, threw himself to the floor without another word, and clutched his mother’s long, slender, jade-like legs, crying pitifully, "My beautiful and merciful Mother, this little one knows he was wrong. This little one won’t dare again."

"Please, with your great magnanimity, can you spare me this once?"

Yang Haoran clung tightly to his mother’s legs, as if he would never let go unless she forgave him.

But the smooth feel of the stockings, lightly compressed beneath his grip, made it seem as though he could feel the fair, soft skin beneath them through the silk itself, delicate and smooth, like caressing a fine piece of polished jade. For a moment he was almost reluctant to let go.

This feeling was way too good!

Sensing her son’s restless claws roaming everywhere, even pinching and kneading, Liu Ruoxi’s expression finally broke. She barked, "Let go, now."

"I won’t let go. If you don’t forgive me, I won’t let go even if I die."

As he said that, Yang Haoran pretended to be even more pitiful and miserable, all but begging for sympathy, while pressing his face against his mother’s beautiful legs.

His warm cheek rested against the black stockings thin as cicada wings. Through the silk, he could feel his mother’s soft, cool legs, and his face rubbed lightly against the stockings, enjoying the silky sensation to the fullest.

At this moment, Yang Haoran’s head was buzzing. Feeling the tender touch against his face, he thought he was not only getting bolder and stronger-willed, but had finally gone insane.

And yet that cool, soft, springy sensation was so hard to part with that, without thinking, he stroked and kneaded and pinched it, completely bypassing his brain.

"Yang... Hao... ran..." Liu Ruoxi felt her son’s increasingly shameless paws wandering farther and farther, even reaching her thighs, and her expression turned cold. She enunciated each syllable, her voice ominous and terrifying.

If she didn’t stop him now, this brat really would climb all the way to heaven.

Those chilling, terrifying words entered his ears one syllable at a time, and Yang Haoran understood that his mother was truly angry. Though he was reluctant, he still let go of her hands.

Those flawless jade legs were right there in front of him, yet also miles away.

He could still smell the fragrant scent between her breaths, light and elegant, like a high-mountain flower, refreshing to the soul.

He didn’t dare act flippant anymore. If he kept acting like that now, he really would be courting death.

Yang Haoran slumped his face and knelt before his mother, lowering his head slightly like a child who knew he had done wrong, waiting for her forgiveness.

After getting free, Liu Ruoxi took a few deep breaths, her body trembling, and the towering peaks before her immediately heaved violently, swollen and ready to burst.

Those magnificent mountains were exquisitely shaped, the deep ravines between them rubbing together as the waves rolled and surged.

One stood there looking terrifying; the other knelt with his head down in dejection.

The atmosphere froze. You could hear a pin drop.

Only the lewd sounds from beside them kept rising, and the display screen had already moved into the main act.

After a long while, an imperial decree reached Yang Haoran’s ears, and it was as though he had been pardoned.

"Stand up."

That voice was clear and pleasant, like an oriole’s song. Though a little cool in tone, it was mostly calm.

Yang Haoran got to his feet cautiously, a habitual grin returning to his face. "Mother, you’re not angry anymore?"

"Mm."

Liu Ruoxi glanced at her son indifferently. "I’m not angry anymore. Go ahead and take off your pants too."

Huh?

Yang Haoran had barely come down from his joy before sorrow dropped from the sky. Thinking his mother was about to hit him again, he hastily fawned over her. "Mother, why do you want me to do that?"

How did I end up giving birth to something like this?

Liu Ruoxi closed her eyes and steadied herself in resignation. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. He came out of me... I’m responsible for him.

Opening her eyes, Liu Ruoxi glanced covertly at her son’s pants. He was wearing shorts, and the area between his legs was flat.

She sighed inwardly and said, "When I tell you to take them off, take them off. No need to talk so much."

Unable to figure out what his mother meant, Yang Haoran lacked the confidence to argue and obediently pulled off his shorts.

"Take off your underwear too."

Then a faint voice came from beside him.

Take them off? Or not?

Yang Haoran hesitated, but in the end he muttered something under his breath and took them off too.

A rare trace of shyness appeared on his face, because his lower body was bare, his little brother exposed to the air under his mother’s gaze.

Liu Ruoxi’s eyes fell on her son’s penis. It hung limply straight down, soft and flaccid like a little worm, though this little worm was still seven or eight centimeters long.

If it swelled up, doubling in length would be no problem.

Liu Ruoxi had her son sit in the computer chair and told him to look at the screen.

Yang Haoran was baffled, but still obediently followed his mother’s instruction and looked at the display.

On the screen, a mature woman’s plump, fair body was sprawled on the bed like a bitch in heat, her ass lifted high. One man was gripping her thick hips, pumping into her with hard, wet thrusts, while loud slapping sounds echoed through the room.

But the mature woman’s mouth was not allowed any rest either. Another man crouched in front of her, gripping her hair, his thick, dark, glossy cock shoved deep into her throat. The man thrust his hips, rocking back and forth as he fucked her mouth, his face full of pleasure.

Her huge breasts were swaying precariously, and the third man lying beneath her had a cherry in his mouth while his big hand kneaded brutally at the other one. The slick, soft mound was flattened and rounded under his grip, and his fingers sank deep into the pale flesh of her breasts as it resisted, wanting to escape, only to spill out between his fingers.

The mature woman’s expression was half pain, half pleasure. Her hair flew wildly, and one lewd sound after another poured out of her.