Chapter 4

Looking at my mother’s back while she was cooking, my brain suddenly shook, and I felt countless hands pressing my head and shaking it at a high frequency and low amplitude.

I felt that my brain and skull had been separated, and after finally recovering, I noticed a line of small words appeared in the upper right corner of my perspective.

[You have an unread text message]

There was also a small yellow envelope icon flashing on the left side of the message. I quickly turned around and walked to the living room. I had been standing at the kitchen door for a long time. If my mother turned around and saw me staring at her back like a pervert ... she was holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, I tried to concentrate on the short message. message. Sure enough, a box popped up in front of me:

[The host has a strong desire, and the target information has been captured successfully. Please click the hyperlink to view details]

Is this the [Sperm Source] information that the little white-haired Lolita said the system would detect?

Please, that’s my real mother, it must be genuine, I won’t have any rebellious thoughts about my mother!

I couldn’t wait to click on the hyperlink. In fact, the little white-haired Lolita didn’t teach me how to take the initiative to go to the spiritual world. I could only focus my mind on the [hyperlink] like before.

A familiar flower appeared in front of me, and I was in the spiritual world again. This time I appeared directly on the computer chair. On the computer screen, the left My personal information on the side has not changed, but a new module has appeared on the right side.

[Sperm Source Information Management]

A Q-version image representing my mother appeared there. The little doll had a listless face and yawned from time to time.

My mind moved. My mother was very tired now. Could it be that this little doll would display the owner’s mental state in real time?

While I was thinking, suddenly, a card appeared on the right side of the little doll, which read [Night Raid Card*1].

Hmm? What is this? It looks very interesting. I moved the mouse over it, and there was no pop-up prompt on the card, so I clicked it. I swear to God, I really just want to read the instructions. What a pitfall system. I dragged her out to sacrifice to the gods.

I saw [Night Raid Card*1] disappear directly. Then a pop-up window appeared.

[Night Raid Card Used Successfully].

The doll representing the mother suddenly yawned, and a big pillow appeared in her hand. She lay on it and fell asleep, with big snot bubbles on her nose.

If the doll is connected to the mother’s mental state, is the mother asleep now? Shouldn’t the night raid be scheduled at night first, and then I will raid? Is the system so awesome that the outside world is forced to switch to night?

Sitting here and daydreaming, I couldn’t figure it out. I quickly clicked to log out. After returning to the real world, it was still sunny and there was not even a cloud.

I curled my lips. The system is really unreliable. Is it the night raid as promised? Thinking of the sleeping doll, I hurriedly got up and went to my mother’s bedroom. No one was there. My heart tightened. I ran to the kitchen and saw that my mother was lying on the ground with a kitchen knife.

I hurried to check my mother’s condition, sniffed her breath, touched the back of her head, and confirmed that there were no wounds or traces of scratches from the kitchen knife. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t expect that the night attack card actually forced my mother to fall asleep. I was a little scared. If my mother was scratched by the kitchen knife, it would not be a joke if the back of her head was hit. If my mother was driving and an accident happened, I would really be blamed.

Fortunately, none of these bad situations happened. My mother was sleeping soundly at this moment. At this time, I noticed that there was a small white cloud not far above my mother’s head. There were four capital Z letters floating around aimlessly. They bounced back when they hit the edge, just like a bubble screensaver wallpaper. A countdown also appeared in the upper right corner of my sight.

Looking at my sleeping mother, I sorted out my thoughts. The night attack card represents the degree of deep sleep [Z]? The countdown is not sure whether it is the duration of the night attack state or the time when my mother wakes up naturally. According to my experience in the game [Night Attack Sister], as long as I am careful enough, it seems that tasting delicious flesh is just around the corner?

Before I could get excited, I thought again that this is not a game world after all. I can do whatever I want in the game, but how should I face my mother who wakes up in the real world? The subsequent practical problems are still heavy.

I felt a little dull, and then I thought, although I can’t really have sex, it’s always okay to touch my mother. Since there is a hint of deep sleep, if I am careful, my mother may not find it.

Thinking of this, I didn’t go crazy enough to directly touch my mother on the floor. Although it is still summer, the floor is still a little cool in the morning. I put the kitchen knife in my mother’s hand back on the chopping board, then carried her back to her bedroom, and carefully placed her on the bed. Only then did I find that there was only one Z left out of the four. No way, I was about to finish before I even started. Was my mother’s sleep so shallow? It turned out that I was right not to take action when my mother was sleeping soundly.

I didn’t dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing my mother. I stood straight for 5 minutes, and the second Z finally reappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, this thing represents the degree of deep sleep of my mother.

After such a commotion, I calmed down a little. If I was too proud and carried away, and forgot myself for a while, my mother would wake up two hours later and see me standing straight by her bed. It would be suspicious no matter how I thought about it.

I had to think about how to get out first. My mother was wearing round-necked pajamas and it was too difficult to take them off completely. Reality is not a game. I have to be responsible for putting them back on after taking them off. My mother’s sleep is so shallow, and I don’t think there will be much time left for such a back and forth without waking her up.

I turned the air conditioner to 28 degrees, quietly left the room, ran to the kitchen and started cooking. As a beginner in cooking, I had no problem cooking some simple vegetables. I fried two eggs and served two bowls of porridge cooked by my mother. I put them on the dining table and used a fan to cool them down. While waiting, I ran to my bedroom and copied a long movie “Interstellar” and played it on the TV in the living room. After turning down the volume, I ran to the kitchen to serve the dishes. After wolfing down two bowls of porridge, my empty stomach was relieved a little. I ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes and brought two clean plates to put the dishes left for my mother upside down. After doing all this, I returned to the door of my mother’s bedroom. After calming down my breath, I gently opened the door. My mother was lying like a sleeping princess. I closed the door but did not close it, so that I could escape more quickly in case I needed to. I slowly approached my mother’s bed. I looked at the time. It took almost half an hour, and the four sleeping spots on my mother’s head had all recovered. My breathing became more and more rapid for no reason. I was a little scared when I saw my mother’s pretty face sleeping soundly, her red lips and white feet were within my reach. Do I really want to take this step? Although I have fantasized about pressing my mother under my crotch many times, when the fantasy really came true, I hesitated. If I take this step, we will no longer be a simple mother and son. If my mother finds out one day that her own son, whom she is so proud of, is coveting her body like a man with bad intentions outside, I think her spirit will collapse directly. Do I really want to let the hormones that have nowhere to vent during adolescence hurt my mother? No, I was not horny for a moment. I am also a man. Why can’t I give my mother happiness? Just because I am her son, do I lose the right to pursue her?!