Chapter 136: Mother’s Lips

“How much do you love me…?”

I asked in a daze. Without a moment’s hesitation, my mother answered.

“So much that it cannot be measured.”

Her voice was firm with certainty. Her eyes shone with absolute sincerity, and in the gaze she directed at me, there wasn’t even a trace of falsehood.

It was true. My mother truly loved me.

Even though I had heard it countless times before, it was always hard to believe that someone as beautiful and kind as Artasha loved me.

“H-Heh… Is that so…”

The corners of my lips trembled on their own. An uncontrollable joy welled up, eventually drawing a smile onto my face.

And then, once again, a strange heat began to spread through my body. My lower abdomen burned hotly, and my mind soon grew hazy.

Nothing else registered in my sight anymore. Only the fact that my mother loved me completely consumed my being.

“I love you a lot too, Mother.”

I, too, spoke without a hint of hesitation. It was an earnest and affectionate truth, without any room for falsehood.

“Hehe, thank you, dear.”

The gentle smile on my mother’s face embraced me once again. That smile was like magic, always bringing me peace.

I burrowed into my mother’s arms, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist and surrendering myself to her warm embrace.

“I really love you. I love you, Mother. I love you… I love you.”

“O-Oh, thank you?”

Taken aback by my sudden and direct confession, my mother showed a hint of embarrassment. Yet, even so, the blue depths of her eyes, gazing down at me, shimmered with tenderness.

“I… I need to go to the bathroom.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I carefully parted my lips and spoke. My mother, momentarily flustered, soon let out a soft chuckle and gently stroked my hair with a light touch.

“Hehe, alright. Let’s take care of that comfortably.”

She opened the bathroom door, and we entered together. Having repeated this situation multiple times, my mother now naturally took care of me.

I lifted the hem of my skirt high, exposing my navel to the air.

With a faint smile, my mother helped me remove the lower part of my clothing, then hugged me tightly from behind.

Her hands, wrapped around my waist, settled on my lower abdomen.

“Shall I press, dear?”

“Yes…”

Her fingers slowly pressed against my lower abdomen.

Sideways, upwards, and then downwards. Her thumb gently moved my belly flesh around, pressing firmly.

“Ah… uh…”

Every time her touch reached me, an uncontrollable reaction swept through my waist like a breeze. And soon, a huge wave seemed to surge from deep within my stomach.

“Ah, Mom… now…”

“Hehe, don’t hold back, let it all out.”

“Ah…!”

A transparent stream arched through the air. Some of it hit the toilet, splashing slightly and soaking into my mother’s legs.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

As I bowed my head with an embarrassed face, my mother gently shook her head.

“It’s alright. Anything from you is fine.”

She enveloped my mistake with warm affection. I relaxed, leaning into that warmth.

With my mother’s help, I gradually relieved the suffocating fullness inside me. The stream gradually faded, and as everything subsided, I naturally looked up at my mother.

At a distance close enough to feel her breath. Our gazes met quietly.

‘I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom.’

The whispers endlessly echoing in my head. They didn’t stop, only growing louder. It felt as if the whole world was filled with nothing but my mother.

“Are you okay, dear?”

My mother asked, looking at me intently. She seemed worried about my unusual state.

At that moment, my gaze, as if enchanted, naturally drifted to my mother’s lips.

There, glowing softly and red like cherries. It felt as if her enchanting lips were calling out to me.

In my dazed state, without realizing, I stood on tiptoe and leaned in.

Mwah

With a delicate sound, our lips met.

A sweet sensation. My mother’s lips were softer and more beautiful than anything else.

My mother’s eyes widened in surprise.

As soon as I saw her flustered face, I immediately regretted what I had done.

“I-I’m sorry!”

My heart sank. With a pale face, she barely managed to part her lips and speak.

I quickly took a step back from my mother, but the spilled water couldn’t be put back in the glass.

What on earth had I done?

Did I just kiss my mother on the lips?

I couldn’t believe it. Even to me, it seemed absurd.

I must be out of my mind.

What kind of mother and daughter kiss each other on the lips?

Kissing on the cheek or forehead isn’t a problem. That’s a common expression of affection among family members.

But the lips were a completely different matter.

My mother touched her lips with a dazed expression. I didn’t have the courage to meet her gaze and hung my head low.

“I-it was a mistake.”

No matter how close we were, there was no way she could take this action positively.

Such behavior between family members. From my mother’s perspective, it could go beyond embarrassment to outright disgust.

“Let’s go home.”

Breaking the heavy silence, my mother spoke. Her voice was lower and more subdued than usual.

“Y-yes…”

My mother turned around with a faint smile and walked out into the hallway. I followed her, my head bowed like a criminal.

Clearly, she was angry.

‘Idiot, stupid, stupid…!’

I clenched my fists and berated myself inwardly.

After all, my mother had accepted me as her daughter, and I felt disgusted with myself for committing such an unethical act.

My tongue tingled. I had the urge to bite it off right then and there.

“Daughter.”

My mother’s voice called out to me. Her face was adorned with a faint smile.

“It feels lonely walking alone. It would be nice if my daughter held my hand.”

My mother smiled brightly, slowly opening and closing her palm, as if asking me to hold it.

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry? Why would I be angry?”

“W-well, I accidentally kissed your…”

“Isn’t that something to be proud of?”

Her unexpected answer left me blinking in confusion. I thought she would find it disgusting, but she said it was something to be proud of.

“These days, there are so many mothers and daughters who aren’t close. I once attended a gathering of noblewomen, and many parents there lamented that they couldn’t even hold their daughters’ hands anymore.”

My mother slowly approached me and gently stroked my head.

“In contrast, our daughter loves her mother that much. Of course, it’s something to be proud of.”

Her radiant smile and affectionate gaze melted my heart.

“Hoho, my daughter is truly filial.”

“…Mother.”

I hugged her warm embrace. As always, her ample, soft chest enveloped me in comfort.

The faint sound of my mother’s heartbeat tickled my ears, stirring strange emotions within me.

Ah, I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

I just made a mistake, and I shouldn’t be feeling like this again.

A selfish desire, unbefitting of me, bloomed in a corner of my heart—I wished my mother would feel happy because of me.

I quietly lifted my head and looked up at her. Unlike Vivianna or Lillian, there was no trace of gloom in her eyes.

Why didn’t my mother abandon me? How could she love me, who isn’t even her real daughter, so deeply?

Was it because she was lonely?

My mother single-handedly carries the entire burden of the Blanc family. And in this house, there isn’t a single person with whom she can truly let her guard down.

Moreover, before I possessed this body, my mother didn’t even have a good relationship with Tina. The loneliness she must have felt is unimaginable.

And it will likely remain that way. Unless my mother remarries someone else.

Marriage.

If my mother were to marry someone else…

‘I don’t want that.’

The image of my mother desperately calling someone else’s name came to mind, and my chest felt heavy.

I didn’t want to see my mother looking at someone else. I desperately wished her affection and love would be directed solely at me.

Just as I rely on my mother, I wish she would rely on me a little more too.

But as someone incompetent, I can’t give her anything. At best, I can gift her a few tea leaves or simply offer her a pleasant smile.

It was then.

A sudden thought crossed my mind.

Does my mother not have any sexual desires?

They say a woman’s sexual desires grow stronger with age.

And my mother, who had long passed her thirties, was certainly not young.

It was puzzling.

Sexual desire is one of humanity’s basic needs. My mother, living alone, had no one to fulfill that desire.

No matter how virtuous a person is, they still need to satisfy that need.

What if, just what if.

If I could satisfy my mother’s sexual desires, would she love me more?

Could I become someone more useful to her? Could she come to like me just a little more?

I looked at my mother.

Her eyes and hair color were exactly like mine. Simply based on appearance, anyone could tell we were related by blood.

Her snow-white skin, her figure so beautiful it was hard to believe she had given birth.

My gaze drifted once again to her lips.

They were red and full of life.