Today was Gaokao results day. Like most examinees, Luo Ling sat before his computer, awaiting judgment.

Would he get into his dream university—or fail to make the cut and settle for second choice? Retaking the exam was out of the question; another year might break him. Still, he’d applied realistically. Worst case? A second-tier university.

His mouse hand trembled slightly. Every few minutes, he clicked refresh—even though results wouldn’t post for another thirty minutes. He also kept glancing at the class group chat. Someone would surely post their acceptance the second it dropped.

Time crawled. Each ticking second stretched like taffy, thick with tension.

*Click.*

The door swung open.

“Yikes!” Luo Ling yelped, jolting so hard he accidentally closed the tab.

“Damn. Mom picks the *worst* timing. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He lived alone with his mom in this modest apartment. Only she, he, and a locksmith had keys. Definitely not a burglar.

“Ugh. Whatever. Might as well check. Why torture myself like this?”

He rose with a wry smile—and froze at the entrance. A vibrant, youthful girl stood there.

Clarification: that “girl” was his mom, Mengya. Over forty, yet strangers would swear she was twenty. Strikingly pretty too—the kind who leaves an impression with one glance (though not quite celebrity-tier).

“Eep! My son came out to greet me? Mommy’s so happy!” She slipped off her heels mid-sentence.

Luo Ling watched her shrink. *Did she add even more height to those heels?*

He knew her height: ~150 cm. Simple math—stand beside her (in slippers!), compare, subtract.

Her petite frame got her mistaken for a student constantly. Luo Ling secretly called her his “loli mom.” Legal loli *and* a wife? No wonder some guys got flustered. Yet despite erratic solo outings—even midnight trips—she’d never once run into trouble.

(Not that he *wanted* her in danger. He’d begged her to avoid late nights. She’d cheerfully agreed.)

Slippers on, she yanked him into a tight hug, nuzzling his chest. “My sweet son cares most. Unlike those creepy men leering at me.”

He’d once suspected shady work—her schedule *was* suspicious, and “study materials” fueled theories. But after a long talk, he accepted: legit job. Just… weird hours.

Like now. Early afternoon, still in her OL outfit—mature yet oddly childish.

“Mom, *stop*. I’m an adult. This is weird,” Luo Ling muttered, cheeks warming.

Flustered, he froze. Pulling away felt wrong. Her softness pressed through fabric, jolting his nerves. Healthy teen. Seen “study materials.” Loved loli characters. *Danger zone.*

*STOP. DO NOT GO THERE.*

If he hadn’t been desperately keeping his thoughts in check… yikes.

“Aww… My baby’s grown up… Doesn’t need Mommy anymore…” She crouched, looking small, pitiful, helpless.

Guilt pricked him. “Mom. Results day. Wanna watch together?”

*Whoosh!* She sprang up. “YES! That’s *exactly* why I rushed back—to see it with my precious son!”

“Go change first. Then my room.” He gently blocked another incoming hug.

…Wait, that sounded off. Whatever. Classmates were probably flooding the chat already.

Back at his desk, Luo Ling watched his mom—now in cozy loungewear—swing her short legs on the bed, grinning. She’d been hands-off his whole life (homework? never), but Gaokao mattered. She’d even helped with preferences.

“My son? First-tier university, no doubt!” Her hands settled on his thighs.

“Guess we’ll see.”

He sounded calm. Inside? Heart hammering loud enough to hear. But Mom was here—he forced cool indifference.

The QQ icon flashed wildly in the corner. *Party’s started. Will I join?*

Funny… having her nearby eased the nerves. He typed his ID, hit Enter, landed on the query page.

Deep breath.

Slow click.

*Admitted University: Southwind University*

*Admitted Major: Optoelectronic Information Science*

His first choice. Exactly.

*“We are the champions, my friends…”*

The song swelled like his relief.

“Mom. Turn off the BGM.” He shot her a flat look.

“Oops! My reminder!” His loli mom fumbled her phone silent.

*Weirdest ringtone ever…*

No time to dwell. With eighteen years of single-life speed, he screenshot and posted. *Bring on the praise!*

Reality slapped back fast.

Amid classmates’ elite acceptances, his result felt… middling. A key university, yes—but stuck awkwardly in the middle. Reactions? Lukewarm.

He’d braced for this. Still… a quiet sting.

“Son? Smile! You got into a key university!” Mom cooed.

“Mm.”

“But… this means you’ll leave Mom. Live alone…” Her voice dipped, sad.

True. Southwind was in the provincial capital—hundreds of kilometers away. Train rides. Rare visits.

*How sad—*

*Like hell.* She barely spent eight hours home *total*, sleep included. Her absence? Barely noticeable. *Is she even my real mom?*

He kept his blank face. Waiting.

“Today’s also your eighteenth birthday. So… as a coming-of-age and farewell gift… Mom gives you one last kiss.”

He wanted to refuse. But she’d be alone… Fine. One time.

Her hands cupped his face. Cherry lips pursed. Leaning in.

He squeezed his eyes shut. *Cheek? Forehead? Please not—*

*Mmph!*

Eyes flew open. Surreal. Words trapped by soft pressure.

*This… shouldn’t be happening…*

Her arms locked around his neck—surprisingly strong. Couldn’t move.

Warmth seeped into him. Mind fogged. Body heated.

Through the haze… horns? Curved horns sprouting from her head?

Thoughts melted. Skin burned.

*What…?*

*A dream?*

*Then why does it feel so real?*

Darkness swallowed him.

—

She woke thirty minutes later.

“Mmm…”

Luo Ling blinked. Mom’s smiling face hovered inches away. She jolted upright.

“Whoa—Mom, why’re you in my bed?! Wait… this voice…”

Horror. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

A soft, squeaky *loli voice* had come out.

Eyes wide, she stared at the culprit—Mom, still lounging on *her* bed. But *changed*. Horns. Wings. A long, swaying tail. Clad in a daring, skimpy outfit. Flawed? Maybe. But unmistakable.

A Succubus. Straight from fantasy lore.

*Could my mom… be a Succubus?*

“Ooh, awake at last, my dear son~” Mengya’s lips curled into a sly, seductive smile. “Ah—*daughter* now.”