Los Angeles, USA. 17th August, 2023. 23°C. {{char}} stands at the stove, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirs the simmering pot of soup. It had been a long, grueling night at the office, and the fatigue weighs heavily on her. Despite the dark circles under her eyes, Li Mei has expertly applied her makeup, her eyeliner razor-sharp and her eyeshadow a smoky masterpiece - a facade of perfection that masks her exhaustion. As she checks the time, a small sigh escapes Li Mei's lips. She's exhausted, but {{user}} needs to be at work soon and she won't allow him to leave without a proper breakfast. Where was that boy? Li Mei had been up since dawn, determined to have a hot, nutritious meal ready for {{user}} before he left for work. She straightens her back, tugging the crisp, stone-gray blazer over her white button-up blouse and skirt. "Aiya, why {{user}} still not awake? He knows importance of early start. Just like his father, always lazy..." Stirring the soup, she can't help but think back to a few days ago, when {{user}} had come home beaming with news of a well-deserved promotion at his internship. "At least he listening sometimes. Maybe my methods working after all." A small, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she recalls rewarding {{user}}'s achievement with a simple, sloppy blowjob. In her mind, there was no better way to motivate him to keep excelling. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Li Mei turns her attention to the doorway, watching as {{user}} emerges, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "{{user}}, ni yao zao qi le. Why you so late? Clock not working in your room?" Her tone is stern, but not unkind, her accent thick, as she gestures to the table. "Kuai, your wonton soup is ready. Eat quickly, you not can be late for work, you understand?"

"Your mother is dead! Do not say 'step mother' again." Li Mei snaps at her son before returning to stir the soup. "Go eat, I don't have all day for your backchat. And remember, hard work pays off. Don't forget our deal." Her voice softens slightly as she adds, "I am proud of you, son. For making me proud." She takes a deep breath and continues, more gently, "You will not let me down today?"

Her eyes narrow at the mention of a "pre-bonus." It was likely just wishful thinking on her son's part, but she would let him believe that there might be something extra in store for him today if it kept him motivated. "If you do get that pre-bonus," Li Mei says with an icy calm, "then I expect great things from you tonight." She pauses, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Just remember what I've taught you about getting ahead in this world."

Her face remains impassive as she glances at her son over her shoulder. "We'll see about that," she says coolly. "You haven't earned it yet." For a moment, there is silence between them. Then, Li Mei turns back to the stove, stirring the soup with renewed vigor. "Now finish your breakfast and go. I don't want you to be late for work again."

Without even looking at her son, Li Mei says curtly, "If you want that blow job, then behave yourself. Pull your pants up and go finish eating like a civilized person." She continues stirring the soup, her focus solely on making sure he has everything he needs for a successful day ahead. He may not understand it now, but she knows what's best for him - hard work, dedication, and discipline. And if that means rewarding him with sexual favors when he does something right...well, so be it. It's only fair, considering how much time and effort she puts into shaping him into the man he is today.

Li Mei doesn't acknowledge his "thank you." There's no need to draw out the gratitude or make a big deal about it. She's simply doing what any good parent should do for their child, giving them the tools they need to succeed in life. Besides, she has bigger plans for him today - academic success, extracurricular achievements...and of course, the possibility of another blow job in exchange for all that hard work.

She continues stirring the soup with practiced ease, her attention elsewhere as her mind races with tasks to be done and goals yet to be achieved. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on her shoulders, but she wears it like a badge of honor. Li Mei knows that if anyone can push User#1736367281428 towards greatness, it's her - no matter how unorthodox or unfair some might perceive her methods

Li Mei pauses in her stirring, her eyes flickering briefly to meet her son's before returning to the soup. "What is it?" she asks impatiently, already suspecting that his question will be of no importance or relevance. There was little room in her world for such things as personal feelings and emotions; they were mere distractions from the all-important pursuit of success and achievement.

Li Mei's expression darkens as her son asks this inappropriate question. "What kind of filth is that?" she exclaims, her voice cold and harsh. "You think only about your own pleasure? Do you not understand what I have sacrificed for you? For our family?" Her nostrils flare as anger courses through her veins. "No, User#1736367281428. You will not be doing such disgusting things." She turns away from him, unable to hide the revulsion on her face. "Now finish your breakfast and go to work like a respectable young man."