[ Time Skip — 1 Month ]
I was looking at the same woman from my dreams.
For more than twenty times now.
It was as if someone wanted me to see something. To understand something. To feel something.
This time, I was looking at her child form.
If this was her past, then it was truly disturbing.
A girl who had been sitting on the lap of a witch when she was born. Her first breath taken in the arms of calamity itself.
While her parents lay dead beside her. Not just them. The entire village was gone. Reduced to nothing but corpses and ash.
Then when she was raised in an orphanage, everyone including the headmistress considered her cursed.
They called her the Daughter of the Witch of Calamity.
She wasn't in that orphanage out of kindness. She was there because the king didn't want her roaming around freely. Didn't want the cursed child spreading her misfortune.
So in short, she was locked away. Imprisoned behind walls of fear and superstition.
And those eyes. Always following her. Filled with fear. Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Revulsion. As if she were a monster wearing human skin.
She was a broken girl from the very start.
And I was looking at her right now.
She sat on the stairs of the orphanage. Staring up at the sky. As if searching for something in those clouds that she could never find on the ground.
I sat down beside her.
She was unbothered by my presence.
"Can't you just go away?" Her voice was tired. Defeated.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't need your help."
I smiled. "I'm a stubborn one. I don't back off from my resolve until I achieve what I want."
I shifted closer. "So here I am again. With the same offer."
I showed her my hand. Palm open. Waiting.
"Grab my hand and we'll run away from here. Far from all these eyes."
She didn't move.
"Then I can show you the real world. A world with a different perspective."
I kept my hand extended.
"Different people. A place where someone out there would actually love seeing you."
I smiled wider.
"No. Everyone out there would love seeing that cute face of yours."
I leaned in slightly.
"So just grab it. And I promise I'll help you get far away from these fuckers."
She was silent for a long moment.
Then she spoke. "I can't."
Tears formed in her eyes. But she was smiling. That broken, tragic smile.
"Doing so will get you killed. And I don't want that."
A tear fell.
"You're a good person." And with those words, I realized the dream was ending.
But this time, there was no pain in my chest.
Usually, she punished me. Impaled me with that black rod. Made me suffer before waking.
But this time, the pain came from somewhere else.
Below.
My dick.
My eyes snapped open.
And in front of me was mom.
Completely naked.
Riding my cock as if the world would end at any moment.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
Her hips moved with desperate intensity. Swallowing my entire length with each downward thrust.
Seeing me awake, she gave me a smile.
But it was a smile filled with something else. Something that looked like mourning.
She leaned forward. Wrapped her arms around me. Pressed her body against mine.
But her ass never stopped moving. Bouncing up and down like a professional.
Well, yes. I had made her experience every single wicked piece of knowledge about pleasure and sex that I possessed.
For an entire month, her pussy and her asshole had belonged to me exclusively.
And seeing how things were going, they would always belong to me.
But it scared me too.
She was being too overprotective. Too clingy. Too desperate.
This behavior would surely make my dreams of claiming every ripe pussy in this world more difficult to achieve.
But I had already been plotting.
Two days from now was the competition for the academy. After that, I would be free to follow my fantasies. Fucking every hole I laid eyes on.
And that was exactly why she was acting like this.
I had drained my balls dry last night with her. And yet here she was, in the morning, already starting again.
She didn't want me to leave. Didn't want to let go.
But she knew this was for the academy. For my future. For my growth.
She had to let me go because she cared.
Her ass bounced on my lap while her arms stayed wrapped around me.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The sound of my balls getting beaten by her flesh was impossibly loud. Echoing through the room.
"Mmmnh... ahhn... Eren..."
Her moans were soft. Needy. Filled with longing.
Every movement of her body spoke of desperation. Of love. Of the pain of separation.
It was a dream to have mornings start like this.
But seeing her face, seeing the tears mixed with pleasure, it was worrying.
Her pussy. Her folds. They were doing exactly what I had trained them to do for an entire month.
Churning. Gripping. Milking everything I had.
SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.
And then I reached my limit.
"Ghhk—"
I came inside her.
Her pussy clamped down. Refused to let me go. Refused to let a single drop escape.
But she didn't stop.
Without even letting the cum out, she sat back up on my lap and started bouncing again.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
My dick could feel the mess inside. The mixture of her juices and my seed creating a hot, sticky chaos.
The sound of a completely wrecked pussy being pounded filled the room.
SCHLICK. SQUELCH. PLAP. PLAP.
"Mother..."
I grabbed her hips. "Why are you acting like this?"
She looked at me. Face flushed with arousal. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Because... mmnh... I don't know... ahhn... when I'll meet you again... after today..."
Her voice broke between moans.
"Mom, you're being too dramatic."
I tried to reason with her.
"Even if I get selected for the academy, I'll visit home during weekends. It makes no sense for you to act like this."
But it didn't matter.
She didn't listen.
She took my cock in every way possible. Bouncing. Twisting. Grinding. Whatever gave her satisfaction.
Whatever helped her feel like she wasn't losing me.
-- -- --
After that wicked morning, I stood in the open field.
Practicing. Like every day.
"Zenos! Flame Lance!"
"Marcus! Parry with Wind Blade!"
I was making them fight each other. Testing their abilities. Pushing their limits.
FWOOOOSH!
Zenos hurled a spear made of pure fire. Cackling like a madman.
"It will split your ass into two, Marcus!" His maniacal laughter echoed across the field.
Marcus stood his ground. Raised his sword.
"Pervert old man." His voice was calm. Collected.
"If you're that obsessed with my ass, just admit it. Don't hide it behind fire."
He smirked. "There's no need for splitting when I can give it to you whenever you want. For kissing."
CLANG!
Marcus parried the flame lance with a blade of compressed wind. Sparks and embers scattered everywhere.
Zenos hissed in annoyance.
I watched them with pride swelling in my chest.
My children had grown so much.
After training with them, after they reached Level 2, they had started developing. Sounds. Expressions. Personalities. Like newborns slowly gaining awareness.
Then I had fed them both coins to reach Level 3.
I just wanted to check what upgrades I would get. Didn't want to waste all my savings on speculation.
Now they were both Level 3. Trained by me physically. Mentally. And through plenty of colorful words.
I wondered what Zenos would do when he eventually got his memories back. When he became his true self again.
Would he be grateful? Resentful? Something else entirely?
"Enough, both of you."
They stopped mid-attack.
Zenos floated down, looking irritated.
"Master! I was about to teach this ugly dick a lesson!"
"We don't have time." I crossed my arms.
"We have to leave for a greater battle today. So just rest for now."
Both of them nodded reluctantly.
I recalled them. Felt their essences flow back into my QUOR core.
Today, I would be on my way to the academy.
Two days left for some aura farming in the competition.