My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

166  Post-nut philosophy

Dressed up, her hair ruffled slightly but still fixed as much as she could, her vagina still half filled with her son's cum due to having nothing much to clean herself with, Yue Li walked alongside Han Li, an expression akin to a sunbathed buddha on her face. They were collecting the fruits around the room.

Since Yue Li had the temporary ability to store people in her Empty Space, she could now also put things alongside them, and she was putting the thumb-sized berries into her Empty Space with a curious face.

She had calmed down from the earlier little outburst of anger at him for not letting her sleep—and removing her blissful fatigue after sex with magical resources so that she could participate in more trials—and now here she was, filled with a sort of enlightened calm. She felt a bit filthy with the liquids still inside her, but her son seemed to have a weird interest in her butt's movement as she walked with a bit of a limp. She had never had such intense sex; they had done it for six rounds; it was extremely intense to boot, one more powerful than the other. So, she had a bit of trouble walking even though the fatigue removing Magical Resource made her fine overall. It was mostly just a sort of discomfort she was feeling. Suddenly, she asked, her tone doubtful, "Xiao Li, one doubt. I am your mother, right?"

"Of course. For better or worse."

"But you are, for one thing, working me in a toil in the bed," she said, "then working me to the bone in training. Then you are training my mind till I am exhausted through your philosophies, too. Aren't our roles shifted?"

"…" He looked at her, not understanding.

"I mean. It is like you are my parent and not the other way, and that's not good."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I am wondering, you see…" she said, "if you make a name everywhere one day. Becoming the talk of the world, what would I be called? Han Li's woman? Or Han Li's wife? I don't want both of those to be the ways they call me. I'd feel slighted."

He looked at the third Trial room and looked at his mom with a sigh. "Whatever useless things you are wasting precious time and thoughts on… sigh, stupid people are on a level of their own." Then curious, he asked, "What do you wanna be known as?"

"Of course, as 'Han Li's Mother.' Not just that, as Han Li's Mother who is quite formidable too, you know? Who is also quite… intelligent, maybe." Seeing his smirk, she cursed, "Don't mock already. I can also learn things from you, you know? People can become intelligent. Atleast a bit. I am not THAT dumb anyway, as you might say."

"Hm, sure, when I get a name for myself, I will make you famous as my Mother. Yet, there are more things to do before that… and yes, you are dumb. I am dumb, too. There is no one intelligent in this world, so don't worry too much about it."

"Hmm… oho, what do you mean?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Han Li put another berry into his Empty Space, a silent thought in his mind. "It is said that a kitten who jumped into hot water would fear normal water. That's the same thing. No matter how foolish a person might be, even as foolish as a monkey, it doesn't matter. It can be filled up with experience. Wisdom, intelligence, everything is, in the end, just pattern recognition. Nothing more."

His mother grew thoughtful. "As in?"

"Cognition, Mother. Do you know why normal people find their lives more boring the longer they live? Especially at their middle ages or earlier, many would feel that their lives are boring, and that's natural. But in their early days, when they were just babies or youths, that wasn't like that. So why once more?"

"Why?"

"Humans love to understand underlying reasoning. Fire, ah, I want to touch it, oh no, it is hot. A thing learned. Just like that, everything makes a kid curious: why does the moon follow them? Why do mirrors reflect? But soon, everything becomes a pattern that they understand, and there is nothing new to learn. "Like being trapped in a box, their growths stumped, so that becomes their life, moving in a colorful box that has its colors sucked away every day.

"But they now know what is hot water and what is cold. And thus, they have more wisdom. They understand more patterns without even trying, that is. So, wisdom is just accumulated experiences that you will have at some point, so there is no need to worry."

"Oh…" Yue Li exclaimed. "But of course, there are geniuses who don't need to experience it and just understand it on their own with simple glances. Yet, for them, it must be boring. So, don't care about it, just live like you want, nobody's opinion matters to you unless you wish to live with them for the rest of your life. And if they do mind you for doing something you love to do, they don't deserve to be around you. As simple as that."

"Do you mind me doing something, Xiao Li?"

"Yeah, I mind you asking to suck my dick. I don't really like you doing that."

Yue Li giggled. "Then you don't deserve to be with me for the rest of my life. And obviously, your body likes it."

Han Li sighed. Collecting the last few branches of fruits, he looked into the next room. There was a notebook after the entry, and who knows what the trials would be like?

Trial of the Heart was as easy as he had expected, yet he didn't know the rest. And at the same time, he knew the third trial was probably their last winnable trial. He beckoned his mom closer, and she walked in front of him, hand on her back; she looked at him like a young girl ready to see the world. "Let's go?"

Han Li nodded and gently touched her crotch area through the clothes. "It really is wet. If a fight or physical trial is the next one, it might hinder you."

"I have you, no worries."

Han Li sighed. Taking her hands, he moved towards the next room.

He hoped there was something good there that could frighten her.