When it came to clothing, Luo Xue never chased trends or new styles like other women. She avoided flashy, colorful outfits, preferring simple, elegant designs. Her jewelry was minimal, yet her overall look was perfectly coordinated and harmonious.
As Su Chen grew up, he increasingly realized that his mother, Luo Xue, no longer possessed the radiant glow of youth. Yet she exuded an irresistible charm. She never flaunted her beauty or sex appeal through revealing attire, but the innate tenderness and allure that radiated from her core were impossible to conceal. Like fine aged wine, her allure deepened with time, leaving men captivated and longing for more.
If a beautiful woman is one in a hundred, a beautiful woman with grace is one in a million. A woman who combines grace, nobility, and sensuality is one in ten thousand. Luo Xue was that one-in-ten-million woman. Perhaps even she herself was unaware of the immense power of her allure.
"Red berries bloom, each petal gleaming... beyond the clouds..." A rich, melodious mezzo-soprano voice echoed through the ballroom, bathed in dazzling light. Ye Yaoyang remembered back when he was still the second young master of the Ye Family, sitting in the front row of the Flying Leaf Ballroom, his eyes fixed on the crimson qipao on stage. No, not the qipao itself, but the voluptuous soft flesh beneath it. Her full, high breasts rose and fell with each graceful note, while the slit of the qipao revealed long, shapely legs radiating an alluring sheen.
Later, after pursuing her relentlessly, she became his girlfriend, and they became intimate. But their relationship ended when Su Chen and Ye Zhenhua intervened, causing Luo Xue to leave the Luo Family and raise her three children alone.
Su Chen loved his mother deeply, not just for her kindness, gentleness and maternal warmth but also for her breathtaking beauty. He felt proud to have such a stunning mother. Yet this love was purely maternal, with no other intentions.
He was a precocious child, already grasping concepts that should have remained hazy at his age. By twelve, he had begun to see his mother, Luo Xue, through a man's eyes, realizing she was a strikingly beautiful woman.
Luo Xue's hair was black, thick and long. When she let it down from its bun, the glossy cascade reached past her waist. Her figure was equally striking: tall at 1.7 meters, with a voluptuous build and a curvaceous silhouette that exuded the unique charm of a mature woman—a charm that could stir a man's heart to its core.
As Su Chen grew older, his feelings for his mother gradually transformed. By thirteen, he recognized that Luo Xue, with her traditional virtues and beauty was a woman who deeply attracted him. By fourteen, the filial love he once felt had fully evolved into the romantic love a man feels for a beautiful woman.
Yet, bound by moral and ethical taboos, Su Chen largely transferred his Oedipal feelings to a secret infatuation with his aunt, Luo Shuang who bore a striking resemblance to his mother, sharing seventy to eighty percent of her features.
Su Chen tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. Suddenly, he heard the door open—it must be his sister, Ye Qing, returning home. Soon, he heard the sound of slippers padding across the bedroom floor, followed by the creak of a closet door opening. A moment later, the television flickered on, the sound indicating it was the Zhang Yishan remake of Lord Wei. He knew it had to be Ye Qing; despite being a girl, she adored Jin Yong's fourteen wuxia novels and was particularly fond of their television adaptations.
Tonight felt like a magical night. Ever since touching the Jade Pendant, Su Chen had noticed several extraordinary changes. Beyond his palm lightning transforming into explosive blasts that killed the Killer Brothers, he now realized his hearing had become exceptionally acute. It seemed his Spirit Art had advanced.
In the dead of night, within the soundproofed villa he could hear with remarkable clarity by focusing his mind and channeling his spiritual energy into his ears. After listening to Ye Qing's show for a while and sensing no other disturbances, he slowly drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, after Su Chen went to his mother room.
Luo Xue stood before her vanity, slowly applying light makeup. Her towering breasts, slender waist and voluptuous hips were tightly encased in a tailored business suit, exuding an air of dignified composure and serene grace. High-end stockings and stiletto heels further accentuated her slender legs, creating a statuesque and captivating silhouette.
Independent, poised, passionate, and empathetic, she now captivated Su Chen with her unparalleled elegance. To him, she was the perfect goddess, the object of his deepest affection. He fervently loved his mature, stunningly beautiful, and voluptuous mother!
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall over her rounded shoulders, while two delicate blushes drifted across her fair cheeks. Her lips seemed ready to burst with color, yet upon closer inspection, he realized she wasn't wearing lipstick—she rarely used such cosmetics.
A white skirt clung to her figure, cinched at the waist by a three-finger-wide red belt that drew his attention to her remarkably full breasts, which strained against the sheer black fabric, forming two towering peaks. The skirt ended just above her knees, revealing smooth calves. On her feet were elegant white stilettos.
Luo Xue had already styled her hair into an elegant updo and applied a subtle layer of makeup when she noticed Su Chen's dazed, infatuated gaze in the mirror.
She turned around, twirled, and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"
He stammered, eyes wide,
"Mom, you're so beautiful."
Luo Xue smiled tenderly and kissed his forehead.
"Be good and stay home, alright? I'll be back soon."
Then she added with a wink, "I'll make you something special for dinner when I return."
Though he'd been kissed by his mother before, Su Chen now growing increasingly aware of romantic feelings, felt increasingly awkward. He couldn't quite describe the sensation—a mix of shyness, happiness, and a subconscious urge to kiss her lips, unlike the casual pecks on the cheek he was used to. Little did he know, this was what they called the Oedipus complex...
Even on weekends, everyone was busy. Unlike usual, Su Chen didn't cling to the three beauties at home, seeking their usual teasing and flirtation. The three women seemed to have forgotten their favorite little boy as if by agreement. His sister stayed home to rest, but went out during the day to shop with her best friend.
His mother was on duty at the hospital and didn't come home for lunch. His younger sister, as usual, went to chat about soap operas with the girl next door.
Since it was the weekend, Su Chen went back to bed after his mother left and slept until noon. He finally woke up, ready to find somewhere to eat lunch.
Vibrate! Vibrate!
His phone suddenly buzzed. He quickly pulled it out and froze when he saw the caller ID.
The screen showed "Junzilla," Su Chen's best friend. Junzilla's real name was Zhuang Jun. Together with Han Cheng, they had been inseparable since childhood. Their families were also close, especially since Zhuang Jun and Han Cheng's mothers were Luo Xue's closest friends. In every way, the three were destined to become brothers.
Because of these close family ties and the mothers' friendship, Su Chen, who was utterly spoiled by his mother, had ample opportunities to interact with these two stunning women. Frequent encounters with these alluring women—who were as alluringly mature as his mother, Luo Xue—led Su Chen, who harbored a maternal fixation, to fantasize about his friends' mothers as his ideal objects of desire.
Zhuang Jun's mother, Qin Keqing, was a queen of the business world, while Han Cheng's mother, Song Qingyu, served as the Director of Pallet City's Bureau of Finance.
These two mature beauties shared similar status and prestige making it all too easy for Su Chen to indulge his Oedipal fantasies.
Whenever his two best friends called, their conversations invariably revolved around women. Seeing Junzilla's name flash on his phone, Su Chen couldn't help but think of his friend's voluptuous and alluring mother, his heart tightening with a mix of anticipation and guilt.
Having fantasized about his friend's mother countless times, Su Chen harbored a peculiar affection for her. Moreover, as someone already obsessed with mature, beautiful women, how could he resist the urge to taste the forbidden fruit? Only his loyalty to his friend and respect for his mother had kept him in check.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his restless thoughts, Su Chen answered the phone. "Hey, what's up? Already planning to chase girls now that vacation's started?"
His two best friends lived far more carefree lives than Su Chen. Due to his unique bond with his mother, he spent most of his time by her side, also needing to care for his younger sister, Ye Rou, and occasionally cramming for exams at home. He simply had no opportunity to fool around. In contrast, Zhuang Jun and Han Cheng had long led a carefree life.
"Hey, don't act like we never invite you out. Aunt Luo is just stricter with you. Besides, you're always either with your sister or buried in your studies. It's not our fault, man. Anyway, enough about that. Where are you right now?"
Hearing Zhuang Jun's words, Su Chen muttered under his breath, "You guys do invite me... after you're done having fun and come back to laugh at me."
"I'm about to head out for lunch. What's up? You're not actually thinking of chasing girls, are you? And didn't you have tutoring today? Skipping class again?" Su Chen was actually tempted. He really wanted to find a girl to activate the Spirit Art within him and break through the first layer of the technique. But then he shook his head. He didn't want to lose his virginity to some promiscuous woman.