She looked at the scene with her jaw hanging open.
Processing.
Trying to make sense of the chaos before her.
"Mother... what's going on?"
Her voice was broken. Trembling.
Aunt turned her head toward her daughter. But she didn't reply.
Instead, she looked back at me.
And continued riding.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
PAP. PAP. PAP.
Her ass slammed against my thighs with each descent. Jiggling beautifully with every impact.
I squeezed harder. Dug my nails into that soft flesh.
"GAHHHK!"
She cried out. From the pain of my cock stretching her insides. Or my fingers tearing into her skin. Probably both.
In the heat of the moment, I had completely forgotten about two people.
One was grandma. The pig had crawled all the way to the table. Naked. Waiting.
The other was the girl at the entrance. Watching her mother get violated.
"Eren, what are you doing to—"
I didn't care to respond. Why would I? I was having my moment.
The bitch was riding me perfectly now. With every bounce, her tits smashed against my jaw.
So I leaned into them. Used those massive cushions as pillows.
'Heaven.'
Beatrice's voice came again. This time directed at mother.
"Aunt Helena! What's going on? What's with this cruelty?!"
Mother didn't reply.
I couldn't see her face. There was a very satisfying dog bouncing in front of me. But I knew she would be feeling guilty.
That kindness of hers. Always getting in the way.
I stopped aunt's movements. Pushed her slowly. Let my cock slide out of her warm pussy.
SCHLOP.
Then I stood up.
CRASH.
Kicked the chair away. "Cruelty is only wrong when you're on the receiving end."
I walked toward Beatrice. "On the giving end, it's called justice."
Her eyes widened.
"And don't you dare say a word against me or mother."
I stopped inches from her face.
"You've seen it, right? Seen what they did to us. Seen the real cruelty."
She opened her mouth to speak.
"What you're witnessing now is payback. The justice we deserve."
I stepped back.
"You seem confused, so let me explain briefly. My mother challenged your uncle and won. So now it's our duty to return the favors. The patronage they gave us during their rule."
I spread my arms.
"Beatrice, I don't have a grudge against you. I don't mean you any harm. You never harmed us."
I pointed at the door.
"So go away. And if you think I'm a monster for this..."
I shrugged.
"So be it."
My expression darkened.
"All three of them violated my mother. Made her cry."
A devilish grin spread across my face.
"They smiled while she bled. Now they'll bleed while I smile."
I turned back to my pets.
One was on the table. Still recovering. Waiting for her turn.
One was on her knees. Right where I had been fucking her. Pussy dripping.
I rolled grandma's curly pig tail around my fist.
Then grabbed aunt's dog leash with my other hand.
"The leash feels different when you're the one holding it."
I tugged both.
Beatrice watched everything. Her shock transformed. Morphed into something else.
Rage.
"Vespara! Heed my call!"
Her voice boomed through the hall.
"Burn this man with the dark flames of yours!"
FWOOSH.
A figure materialized before me.
A woman. Draped in dark clothes. Face twisted and ancient. Figure so ugly and decrepit that my rock-hard dick threatened to retreat in 0.1 seconds.
In her gnarled hands was a staff. Taller than her hunched body. An orb sat at its peak.
Something was happening inside that orb. Swirling. Building. Preparing to end me.
But then—
WHOOSH.
Aunt jumped in front of me.
Arms spread wide. Shielding me with her body.
'My pet. My dog. My savior.'
'But I know exactly why this bitch would do that.'
Simple calculation.
She wasn't stupid. Killing me here? Injuring me? That would doom them all.
My mother would rain havoc upon them. Strip them from the family. Cut off Beatrice's financial aid. Destroy whatever schemes aunt had been plotting for the future.
Protecting me wasn't loyalty.
It was survival.
"Please, Beatrice..."
Aunt's voice cracked. Tears forming.
"Don't do something stupid here. God is testing us."
She swallowed hard.
"We have lost for now. We have to pay the price."
Her voice broke further.
"Beatrice, dear... don't do anything foolish. Go away. I will explain everything later."
Silence hung in the air.
Then—
"Tsk."
Beatrice clicked her tongue.
Her eyes locked onto mine. Pure killing intent radiating from those green orbs.
But she made her choice.
POOF.
The ugly summon evaporated into mist.
BANG.
She slammed the door and left.
I patted my loyal dog's head.
"Good girl."
Then a realization hit me.
'The quest.'
'Fuck Aunt Melisa in front of her daughter.'
I had fucked her. But did it count?
I recalled my session with mother. The system only granted points after I climaxed. After it felt complete. Without interruption.
'Maybe it works on climaxing. Or when the act feels finished.'
Either way, I couldn't leave this quest incomplete.
"Aunt."
She turned to look at me.
"I've changed my mind."
Her brow furrowed.
"Go fetch your daughter. Tell her to witness this with her own eyes."
"But..."
She stopped. Looked down at the floor. I could see her jaw tightening from the side. Cursing internally.
"Eren, no."
Mother's voice.
I turned to her.
"We should not do that. She is a child. And any child should not..."
She stopped mid-sentence.
Realization dawning on her face.
"Good."
I smiled.
"You understand now. They will suffer what I suffered, mom."
"But she's innocent in this. Please—"
"Innocent?"
I laughed.
"Don't be a fool, mother. She committed the greatest crime of all."
I walked toward her.
"She saw everything. Saw our pain. Saw what we went through."
I stopped.
"And then did what? Nothing."
I spread my hands.
"So isn't it fair? She watched us suffer. Now she watches them suffer."
Mother went silent.
I had started this for my own gain. For quest completion. For the rewards.
But defending my actions out loud made me realize something.
My point had weight. This wasn't just selfishness. This was justice.
And therefore, I wouldn't feel any guilt anymore.
I smiled.
Watched aunt slowly rise to her feet. Her ass still plugged with that ridiculous tail. She walked toward the door.
I couldn't see her face. But I imagined the expression. The shame. The hatred. The helplessness.
'Beautiful.'
I turned to grandma.
She was still on the table. Fear painted across her wrinkled face. Knowing her turn was coming.
"Let's pet you for the time being."
I moved toward her.
"While we wait."
My finger found her pussy. Loose. Wet despite herself.
I pushed inside.
"Nnngh...!"
She whimpered.
I smiled.
"Good pig."