The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 38: The cowardly son pushes his mother to flame.

The communication jade in her hand pulsed faintly with heat.

Zhao Mingyue, reclining naked upon the edge of her bed, let its glow cast pale light across her oil-slicked body.

Her long silver hair fanned behind her like the tail of a sleeping crane.

Her thighs, smooth and parted, glistened under the soft early morning light that escaped through closed silk curtains.

The lily oil she had rubbed in still clung to her like a fragrant mist.

Finally, her son’s voice emerged from the other side of the jade, which was low, uncertain, and strained like an ill person.

"M-Mother?"

She closed her eyes, letting that word weigh upon her chest like a stone in a quiet lake.

"I wanted to hear your voice," she said softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

"I’m currently in my room. Why did you—"

Before he could finish, she asked

"I wanted to ask..." She paused, her breath catching as her fingertips drifted from her collarbone down the valley between her breasts,

"...If I offered myself to Zhao Fan... would you still call me your mother?"

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(Silence )

"M-Mother, what are you...no," he said harshly.

"Don’t even say that," he added with a rushed voice, like a wind that has yet to travel nine mountains.

She smiled bitterly, her lips parting like rain-kissed petals. Her fingers slipped lower, skimming the swell of her hip, then down between her thighs, where heat gathered and pooled, soft and slick with the lingering oil.

She gently rubbed her sacred Yin garden... Pushing her two fingers inside to stimulate the soft pink flesh.

"This body," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"...has already served my husband. It has brought you into this world. And now, if it can serve you once more through humiliation and through submission, then let it be,"

"Stop. Please..." his voice cracked.

"This isn’t the way..."

"It is the only way," she said firmly, though her touch trembled against her own sacred place. She brushed her fingers slowly across her folds, moistened already by her own betrayal, and gasped as shame twisted with need.

"I cannot fight Zhao Fan... I just talked to patriarch Zhao, it was a disappointment, I cannot change the Patriarch’s mind. But I can give Zhao Fan what he desires. My body still has value... Your father is useless Yung’er, ahhh.... Mmmmm..."

"You’re my mother... you must not,"

"Yes..." she moaned softly, pressing in with her fingers, arching her back against the sheets.

"Your mother... who once nursed you... who held you against this very chest... And now, I must open these legs not for pleasure, but for survival. For you... Next time, don’t offend anyone, okay, mother can’t protect you from everyone,"

She said, as the member of nine tail Fox, they are very fond and protective of their own blood.

Her fingers moved more boldly now, gliding through the oil and warmth between her thighs.

The sensation sent tremors up her spine.

She could no longer tell whether it was lust, grief, or guilt, but her breath grew heavier, her voice low and husky.

Despite the fog of haze, the things remained clear... Zhao fan is an untouchable existence.

"If I can make Zhao Fan mine, through the shame of flesh, then your path will be cleared. And if I must moan beneath him, I will do so not as a woman... but as a mother,"

Tears welled at the corners of her eyes even as her body arched, her lips parting.

"Do not hate me, Yung... hate this world, hate your father, hate the elder of family, if they choose to bow in front of power, what else can a alone woman like me do?"

She cut the jade link with a trembling hand.

The silence afterward was unbearable, broken only by the slick sounds of her fingers as she surrendered to the fire she had sparked.

"Nnnghhh...."

Her moans were muffled, bitten back, but real, each one torn from a soul caught between defilement and devotion.

Her thighs trembled, her back arched, her breath hitched.

And at last, when the climax came, it came not with release, but with a whisper...

"Zhao Fan... ahhhhhhhh...."

She lay there afterward, skin damp, chest rising and falling, hair tangled across her flushed shoulders. Her body, her pride, her name, were all offerings now.

The jade nectar pooled on the bed sheets, leaving a dark mark of shame.

After a long time, she has stimulated herself, playing with her Jade lotus, she had completely forgotten the mortal pleasure.

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Buzz* Buzz*

The communication jade stone buzzed, she injected her qi, only to hear Zhao Yung’s voice.

"M-Mother..." He spoke softly trying to know why her mother had become like this.

"Oh, Yung’er... I just touched myself thinking about Zhao Fan, I even released a lot of shameful fluids from my spiring Pavillion, is your mother dirty?" she asked.

Zhao Yung’s voice trembled with a mix of shock and concern on the other end of the jade communication stone.

"Mother, please... I don’t want to hear about such things. It’s not right..." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Her fingers stilled between her legs, the warmth of her release cooling on her skin. She let out a soft, humorless laugh, the sound like wind chimes on a grave.

"Right? What is right in this world anymore, Yung’er? We live in a time of upheaval, of power struggles, and shifting allegiances. The old ways are crumbling, and new ones are taking their place."

She shifted on the bed, the silk sheets rustling against her slick flesh. Her voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with resignation.

"Let’s not play anymore... Tell me Yung’er, do you want me to submit it to Zhao Fan or not, I will let my fate in your decision," she said.

Hearing this, Zhao Yung was silent for a moment, clenching his fist.

"Forgive me, mother... But I think you should submit, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna live like a mortal, I don’t wanna be a trash... Forgive me for being useless," He said feeling a heavy conscious as if the sky itself had landed atop of his head.

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