"Alright, my little darling—I understand. I'll make sure no one else sees when I'm getting fucked by other men, and I certainly won't have any bastards! After all, I'm going to be the Empress one day, aren't I?"
As she replied with a brazen, seductive air, Mother kept casting flirtatious smiles toward the male servants and guards.
Hearing this exchange, the male servants felt their cocks surge to full, rigid erections, fantasizing about the prospect of seducing such a high-born Crown Princess.
The female servants, meanwhile, seethed with jealousy, cursing her under their breath as a "slut." They had tried to seduce the second brother themselves more than once, but he hadn't even spared them a glance—shattering any dreams they might have had of transforming from "sparrows into phoenixes." Now that Mother and the second younger brother have married, any chance for others to even dream of such a union has vanished.
Amidst a complex array of gazes, Mother and the second younger brother entered their bridal chamber.
Once inside, the seductive expression Mother had worn—and the lewd, leering grin on the second younger brother's face—vanished instantly.
Mother looked at the second younger brother with such tenderness, much like a loving mother beholding a son she had long been separated from.
For his part, the second younger brother gazed back at her with the deep, affectionate devotion a son holds for his mother.
After locking eyes for a moment, overcome with emotion, they pulled each other into a tight embrace.
There was nothing erotic or lustful in this embrace—only the profound love between a mother and son reunited after a long separation.
"My son, how I have missed you!"
"Mother..."
As they spoke, overcome with emotion, tears began to stream from their eyes.
"Mother, I have missed you so much, too. You have finally escaped that sea of suffering!"
The second younger brother said, holding her tightly in his arms.
"But the heroine Lan... my daughter-in-law... I truly shouldn't have let her suffer in my place back there. I..."
Reflecting on her time in the cold palace—for though she appeared to be "Mother," she was, in truth, the former Empress Yang Bing—she spoke with deep self-reproach.
Before she could finish her sentence, however, the second younger brother reached out and covered her mouth. "Mom—Aunt Lan... no, I mean, your 'daughter-in-law' stayed behind of her own free will. She's certainly not suffering over there; in fact, she's having the time of her life! You'd never guess just how incredibly slutty your 'daughter-in-law' actually is! Why, the very outfit you're wearing right now is one she usually wears!"
The second son said, laughing as he held Yang Bing in his arms.
At the mention of the outfit, Yang Bing was suddenly struck by how lewd her current appearance was—lying in her own son's arms with her bare buttocks completely exposed.
"Son, let go of Mom! How could this possibly be appropriate? Look at how I'm dressed..."
As she spoke, Yang Bing found herself unable to continue, overcome with embarrassment.
"Oh? What's wrong with this outfit? You seemed to be having quite a good time earlier, seducing the Emperor and shaking your backside in front of the servants!"
The second son said with a mischievous grin, his hand once again reaching out to caress Yang Bing's plump, rounded buttocks.
"That... that's not it at all! You were the ones who made me do it! You even told me that this is exactly how a 'daughter-in-law' is supposed to behave."
Recalling her own lewd conduct just moments before, Yang Bing's face flushed bright red as she hurriedly tried to defend herself.
The second son said nothing in response to her defense; instead, he tenderly smoothed back her hair. Then, cupping her face—which, thanks to the magical elixir, had become an exact replica of her own mother's—he gazed at her with deep, affectionate longing.
"Mom, tell me—did you actually hate doing what you just did?"
The second son asked, his expression earnest.
Caught in the gaze of his loving eyes and the sincerity of his tone, Yang Bing found it impossible to lie to him. With a deep blush, she simply nodded. "Son, I've been sexually abused and degraded for so many years—my body has become utterly depraved. Can you still accept a mother like me?"
Yang Bing revealed her true self with great trepidation; she didn't want to keep any secrets from the son she loved so dearly.
Seeing her so anxious and uneasy, her son pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, "I love having a slutty mom!"
At these words, Yang Bing smiled, and all the unease vanished completely from her eyes.
Upon realizing that her beloved son did not look down on her, Yang Bing felt as though she were the happiest person in the world.
"Mom, do you know? I used to be so envious of my sworn brother—who is now my 'sister'—because he had a mother who was beautiful, bold, wanton, and utterly lewd. Whenever I saw Aunt Lan—with her large, swaying, lewd-looking buttocks—I would fantasize about how wonderful it would be to have a 'slutty' mom like that. Every time I saw her disregard all moral standards, sticking her big ass out to be fucked by anyone, I'd think to myself: 'If only my own mother were this depraved and shameless!' Mom, please—promise your son you'll become a shameless, lewd woman—the kind who wouldn't care at all about walking the streets with her breasts, buttocks, and pussy completely exposed!"
As he voiced his desires, the son reached out to caress his own mother's full, shapely buttocks.
Hearing his words and observing the genuine, earnest expression on his face, Yang Bing nodded vigorously. With great excitement, she replied, "My dear son, I promise you! From now on, I'll go about completely naked—bare-assed and bare-breasted—letting everyone know that I am a lewd, shameless woman. Just like your 'sister-in-law,' I'll spend every day with my ass stuck out, getting fucked by others—I'll be the wanton, slutty mother you've always dreamed of."
No sooner had she finished speaking than her son leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues instantly tangling together.
Locked in this intense embrace, they moved toward the large bed, which had been elaborately decorated for the occasion.
Reaching the bedside, they collapsed onto the mattress and began stripping each other of their clothes.
Just as they had shed all their garments and were about to embark on their first act of incest, the sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed from the distance. "Cousin! We've been sent here to liven up the wedding night!"
A loud shout rang out, accompanied by the clamor of approaching footsteps.
The voice was all too familiar—it belonged to his cousin, Yang Zongsheng.
Far from dampening the passion between him and Yang Bing, the shout only served to stoke their lust even further.
"Mom, let's have our first time together right here, with everyone as our witnesses!"
He whispered into Yang Bing's ear.