Chapter 162: You’re a Little Cowardly, aren’t you?

“Why do you want to help Renihel?”

My mother’s persistent gaze relentlessly pursued me.

The faint obsession lurking in her eyes slowly coiled around me.

“Because I want to help you, Mother.”

“…Help me?”

I nodded lightly with a bright smile.

Yet, Mother’s eyes still demanded further explanation.

“Renihel is the most valuable asset to you, isn’t she?”

“So?”

“If Renihel’s condition improves, wouldn’t that naturally have a positive effect on you as well?”

It wasn’t a lie. The weight of responsibilities Renihel carried in this mansion wasn’t as heavy as Mother’s, but it was still substantial.

“…Fine, let’s say that’s true.”

Mother crossed her arms and shot me a sharp look.

“Then what’s your intention with sleeping beside Renihel?”

“I want to offer her the devotion I couldn’t give to you.”

Mother’s eyes widened. Then, with a scowl, she abruptly stood up.

“Tina!!”

She closed the distance between us in a threatening manner and roughly seized my wrist.

“What on earth are you saying…?!”

“Who knows? Maybe Renihel harbors the same desires for me as you do.”

The word “desires” made Mother’s gaze waver.

A lingering guilt still lingered in her eyes.

“This is what I want to do, Mother. I want to be of help to you.”

“……”

Mother bit her lip hard and clenched her fists. For a Motherent, it seemed like she was about to say something through her tightly pressed lips.

“…If that’s the case, then—”

“Hm?”

“……”

She hesitated. Seeing her teetering on the edge, I deliberately curled my lips into a mischievous smile.

“Mother… you’re a little cowardly, aren’t you? But I think Renihel would allow me to help her.”

“A coward?”

Mother blinked in stunned silence.

The guilt in her eyes faded, replaced by a hollow emptiness.

“Coward… coward, you say? Tina, do you have any idea how hard I’ve been holding back these feelings?”

“I know. How could I not understand your heart?”

“And yet, how can you call me a coward?”

“A coward who’s too afraid of losing her daughter to finally gather the courage.”

With a faint smile, I gently clasped her hand.

Meeting Mother’s desolate gaze, I gave her a teasing, knowing look.

“That’s why I want to help Renihel. She’s a courageous person in many ways, unlike you.”

“……”

“Renihel might be able to treat me… roughly, unlike you.”

“……”

“Ah, come to think of it, I might even end up falling for her.”

“……”

“Helping Renihel will naturally help you too—two birds with one stone, right?”

Mother hung her head low. I couldn’t see the expression on her face.

Maybe I should push a little harder.

If I played my cards right, perhaps today, I could heal the sickness in Mother’s heart.

“Hmm… Now that I think about it, Renihel’s bedroom is farther from the bathroom than yours—”

Before I could even finish, Mother violently yanked my hand.

She pulled me toward her with such force that I crashed into her embrace.

“Ugh!”

My nose collided with her neck.

But before I could even feel the pain, a pure white light gently enveloped my body, healing me.

“…Don’t regret it.”

My mother’s eyes, brimming with turbulent emotions, looked down at me.

Yet, I found her gaze nothing but adorable.

“Regret? What for?”

“I’m not as gentle as you think I am.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I pretended not to understand, flashing a playful smile before lightly booping her nose.

“Mother, you’re such a kind person. Oh, wait—or are you not? After all, you do have impure desires toward your own daughter…”

The rationality in my mother’s eyes gradually faded.

Her aura grew increasingly menacing, but even so, I wasn’t particularly afraid.

Because I knew exactly what kind of person she was.

My earlier remark about her being weak wasn’t entirely a lie.

She was inherently a gentle soul.

No matter how threatening a naturally gentle mother might act, just how far could she really go?

If it were Mardian or Lillian, maybe—but not her.

There was no reason to fear my mother.

She reached out toward me.

But I simply tilted my head with a faint smile.

“What’s my dear Mothermy gonna do~?”

Well, it’s nothing serious, right?

…Right?

***

Gulp— Gulp—

The sound of swallowing echoed clearly through the silent office.

“H-Hhk… Ugh… Nngh…”

A girl’s moans mingled with the wet, gulping noises.

Artasha looked down at the girl beneath her.

The girl’s nose and mouth were buried so deeply in her flesh that she could barely breathe.

Her unfocused eyes stared helplessly at the ceiling.

Hot steam seeped from the gaps between her lips and nose, still blocked by flesh.

Artasha watched the obscenely mesmerizing sight.

The beloved body she had birthed herself.

And the soul she had embraced as her own daughter.

That very girl now wore the expression of a broken beast beneath her feet.

An overwhelming sense of depravity, unbearable in sobriety, consumed Artasha.

I should’ve done this sooner. 

The thought lingered in her mind.

The euphoric pleasure coursing through her lower body made Artasha’s waist go weak.

“Haah… My daughter…”

“Ghk?! Ugh…!”

Artasha let out a satisfied moan, one she had never made in her entire life.

Then came the faint sound of liquid.

The girl’s slender waist trembled violently.

Her throat kept convulsing as she struggled to swallow.

Arthasha gripped the girl’s hair even tighter.

Then, she pulled her deeper into her lower body.

“Ggk… ugh… ughk…”

Finally, Arthasha’s waist stopped trembling. She slowly loosened her tight grip on the girl’s hair.

“Cough…! Haah…! Hhk…!”

The girl, now freed, gasped violently, her face pale.

She looked as if she might pass out at any Motherent.

Something trickled from the corner of her lips.

The girl frantically covered her mouth with both hands. Then, squeezing her eyes shut, she carefully swallowed what had pooled inside.

Gulp.

The last swallow traveled down her throat.

Collapsing onto the floor, the girl panted heavily.

Even so, her waist continued to twitch and tremble.

“Hahhk… haa… sob…”

Her half-lidded eyes and the tip of her tongue, slightly peeking out, were an instinctively arousing sight.

“…Are you alright, my daughter?”

Watching this, Arthasha felt an indescribable, ecstatic sense of dominance—yet also a pang of guilt.

But every time she saw her daughter lying face-down, her slender waist and hips quivering sensually, that guilt twisted back into base desire.

“Hng… haah… Mother…”

Her daughter’s small buttocks trembled faintly, as if begging for attention.

No one could have resisted.

Not even that so-called goddess, no matter how exalted she might be.

Smack—!

Arthasha brought her hand down hard on her daughter’s backside.

“Hihk?! Hyaaahk?!”

The girl, who had been desperately clutching the carpet, began shaking violently.

“A-ah?! W-what’s haaah…?!”

Her legs folded and unfolded uncontrollably.

Her fingers trembled wildly, clenching and spasming.

After writhing on the floor for a while, the girl finally slumped down, her eyes glazed over as if all strength had left her.

Arthasha stared at the sight, entranced.

Her daughter, pushed to the peak of pleasure by her touch.

The pitiful, desperate movements of her beloved daughter made Arthasha’s lower abdomen burn.

“…Daughter.”

There was no answer.

The light in the girl’s eyes had long since faded.

“……I’m sorry, my daughter.”

Arthasha wasn’t so foolish as to not recognize her daughter’s devotion.

She knew her daughter acted this way solely for her sake.

“Since you’re working so hard… Mother will try harder too.”

Gently stroking the unconscious girl’s hair, Arthasha carefully lifted her onto her back.

After laying her down softly on the sofa, she covered her with her own coat to keep her warm.

A smile naturally bloomed on Arthasha’s face as she watched her daughter sleep like a fairy.

“Mother will… join their competition too.”

As she caressed her daughter’s hair, the smile never left Arthasha’s lips.

“I truly love you, my daughter.”