Su Chen had forgotten that even though he wasn’t actively using the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture, the Red Phoenix Energy would still erode won. However, having fused with both the Red Phoenix Pearl and the Holy Lotus, Su Chen’s body constantly radiated energy, strengthening him and autonomously aiding his cultivation, even without conscious effort.
What kind of cultivation technique was the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture? Beyond granting imnse power, its true essence lay in its ability to infinitely enhance a man’s charisma and allure to won. More importantly, a body transford by Red Phoenix Energy inherently exuded an aura that eroded female resistance. Even without actively channeling the energy, re physical contact or prolonged proximity would gradually draw even the most virtuous won to Su Chen, eventually leading them to fall in love with him.
Furthermore, having fused with the Chaos Holy Lotus—a supre entity of the cosmos—Su Chen’s body was continuously being refined.
This was the root of Luo Xue’s sudden, peculiar thoughts. However, neither mother nor son understood this. Thus, even as Su Chen suppressed his desires, Luo Xue found herself unable to resist the gradual shift in her son’s position within her mind. This phenonon extended to all won who spent ti with Su Chen, naturally including his sisters, whom he was reluctant to marry off.
Luo Xue believed it was because she hadn’t engaged in such activities for far too long. Lately, she’d been having occasional "dreams," perhaps due to the prolonged emptiness. In her dreams, she craved a wild, frenzied sensation—a feeling so intense she’d willingly die in that mont. Sadly, she hadn’t experienced such pleasure in years; the mory of it had faded over ti.
Sotis, she couldn’t resist pleasuring herself, but this self-gratification never matched the thrill and satisfaction of a man’s passionate embrace.
Her husband was a thing of the past. As for other n, she hadn’t even considered them. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to accept another man; the re thought felt like a desecration of herself. Even with her husband, she hadn’t willingly submitted to his advances. Their union had been a political marriage between powerful families. Had it not been for her responsibilities, she would never have consummated the marriage.
Luo Xue had never t a man who could truly make her submit. She even doubted if any man could ever be worthy of her. And perhaps she was right—with her capabilities, she had already secured a prominent position.
The unspoken rules and intricate sches of officialdom were too much for her taste. As a woman, she had never truly enjoyed them.
Deeply concealing her exceptional abilities had fostered a unique bond between Luo Xue and her son. Believing no man could ever truly asure up to her, she poured all her attention into this son she cherished from the bottom of her heart. After all, he was no different from her own flesh, and her heart felt no resistance toward him. To this only man who commanded her complete devotion—her own son—she showed an irrational indulgence.
Over the years, even as their relationship blurred the boundaries of mother and son, her doting affection remained unwavering. As long as her son didn’t choose to end their intimate bond, she would never restrain him. Despite the unusual nature of their connection, she had never faltered.
Yet today, facing her son as a young man for the first ti, she found herself plagued by shaful thoughts. Her face flushed with heat. These were not the thoughts a mother should have about her son, even if their relationship had long since crossed the line. She refused to allow such thoughts to take root!
But the warm surges coursing through her lower body and the swelling sensation in her breasts told her that her body desperately craved a man’s touch—a direct, physical touch. Her lower body yearned for invasion.
Yet reason reminded her that she couldn’t act on her desires with her own son. Though she knew he would obey if she simply asked, her special bond with him didn’t make her a shaless woman. Basic moral principles remained deeply ingrained in her heart. It was only because her son was the only man her proud heart could fully accept, the sole object of all her affection, that she indulged him so completely.
As long as he didn’t want to commit incest with her, she would tolerate anything else—even his obsession with her body, his constant requests to see her naked and play with her.
As an experience woman who had seen her own share of world. How could she truly be unaware of her son’s special longing for her?
It wasn’t that she was unaware, but rather that she never spoke of it. After all, she harbored her own unique feelings for her son. As long as he didn’t cross her bottom line, she simply dismissed his desire to play with her body as a child’s attachnt to his mother, especially with Su Chen’s caresses to satisfy her.
Though she tried to suppress her desires with reason, her physical needs kept resurfacing unexpectedly. This internal conflict prevented her from telling her son to stop. Instead, she silently hoped he would make provocative moves, even wishing he would be bolder. Not that she wanted him to treat her as a lover, but rather to play with her sensitive areas as he used to. While this wouldn’t completely satisfy her, it would at least alleviate her pent-up physical tension.
Su Chen remained oblivious to his mother’s complex thoughts, which only made him more hesitant and unable to fulfill her unspoken desires. He rely noticed that when his massage touched certain sensitive spots, her body would involuntarily tremble, and her legs would squeeze tightly together.
Massages between n and won often carry an undercurrent of ambiguity and sensuality. A man’s touch can be particularly seductive, as n are inherently more assertive. If they have ulterior motives, they might subtly hint at them during the massage, acting bolder and more direct than won, even feigning innocence before abruptly shifting to more intimate advances.
Su Chen’s situation was unique. The object of his perverse desires was his own mother. Though he acted timidly, his occasional caresses of Luo Xue’s sensitive areas were intensely stimulating for the long-deprived woman, almost unbearable. Despite her strong-willed nature, her age made her vulnerable in certain ways.
Luo Xue was deeply troubled by her body’s apparent ease of conception. Though she hadn’t been intimate with her husband often, each ti was to get pregnant with a male heir. This was how she ended up with her two daughters.
At this mont, Luo Xue was particularly tornted. Certain parts of her body were fiercely craving a man’s touch, as it had been far too long since she had been intimate.
She even wondered if her son’s lack of understanding might stem from her recent strictness. He had repeatedly asked to bathe with her or his sister, but she had always refused, leading him to believe she wanted to forbid him from touching her body.
The thought both irritated and amused her. It seed she needed to find an opportunity for her son to bathe with her soon, lest his imagination run wild!
In the past, when she had bathed with her son and allowed him to touch her body, part of her motivation had been to alleviate her own cravings through his male touch.
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