Ch.257Epilogue – You’re All Piled Up

Annabelle Britannia.

She was like an alter ego of Tachia, another personality of mine, but strongly maintained an identity that followed Gwen Hwibar as her mother, not Tashian.

However, that doesn’t mean she completely lacks Tachia’s identity. In fact, regarding the person known as Tachia Pailoi, she might be closer to her than I am, despite having a separate personality.

“How can you be so oblivious?”

And this scolding probably stems from that aspect.

Sensing this intuitively, I turned my attention away from the children still engrossed in their doll play and looked at her with troubled eyes.

“What did I do wrong now?”

While hearing her irritation was a daily occurrence, in situations like this where I couldn’t grasp the reason, I couldn’t help feeling wronged.

But even that sense of injustice seemed to frustrate her, as the eyes glaring at me reflected deep annoyance.

“When the other person gave you such obvious hints and you still didn’t notice, how could I not be frustrated?”

“What are you talking about…?”

“Sigh… To think this guy has the same personality as me.”

Annabelle shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.

As I stared at her, not understanding her reaction, Annabelle soon folded her arms and looked in the direction Tashian had left.

“You. How do you think of her?”

“You mean Tashian?”

“Yes, I asked what she means to you.”

“…She’s my mother, of course.”

It was the unvarnished truth.

Although we’re not blood-related, my other personality considers her a mother, and in practice, our relationship is that of mother and child.

And that relationship will never falter as long as we live.

Facing me with such conviction, Annabelle asked an additional question.

“Then how do you think she sees you?”

“As her child, of course…”

“Do you really think someone who purely sees you as a child would look at you as a man?”

“…”

“…Are you genuinely oblivious, or are you pretending not to notice?”

Clicking her tongue, Annabelle pressed her finger against my forehead.

Annoyed by her gesture, I swatted her hand away and snapped back.

“No matter what she said, that’s impossible. Tashian seeing me that way…”

Of course, I’m somewhat aware of her as a woman.

Even though I have Tachia’s personality, my body is male, and my identity as Hyoseong Woo began with no prior connection to her.

But what she’s shown me might be called love, yet its form isn’t that of romantic love but rather maternal affection—the desire to protect and care for someone younger than herself.

To believe that relationship could flip based on a few casual words seemed like denying the relationship we’ve built so far.

“It’s not entirely impossible. Your core personality is clearly male, and moreover, even the child she sees through you isn’t her biological child.”

But Annabelle was certain about Tashian’s feelings for me heading in that direction.

As I hesitated, not knowing how to respond, she sighed softly and stared at me intently.

“And separately from that, do you really think her obsession with maternal love is a positive thing?”

“Positive? Well, it’s what Tashian wants…”

“To me, it seems like she’s obsessed with the idea that her feelings must be maternal. As if she’s stuck in the past, feeling she must play the role of a devoted mother even now.”

The past.

It was something I knew best as the one who inherited the personality of her child, and something Annabelle, who shared those memories, couldn’t overlook either.

“But no matter how much she tries to atone by living this way, what happened still happened. The more she forces herself to have maternal love, the more guilt she’ll feel, repeatedly pushing herself back into memories of the past.”

Her boundless maternal love is merely for her own atonement, but that atonement will never end as long as she lives.

This means that she, who forcibly extended her lifespan because of me, suffers through each day in pain, just as she did before meeting me…

If that’s truly the case, is it right for me to continue living with her love?

“And now she’s seeing something beyond a child in the person who became her reason for living. She’ll naturally try to deny it, but if given the opportunity, she might find a chance to escape from the past by fulfilling her desires.”

Perhaps what she’s saying now is…

Tashian recognizing me as something other than a child might be an opportunity to free her from the pain of living the rest of her life for atonement.

After saying all this, Annabelle began to move away from me, gradually fading her presence.

-…Think about it carefully. Whether to maintain the current relationship and keep her bound to the past, or to bring change to the relationship and seize the opportunity to free her from pain.

“…”

*****

Annabelle, who gave me this choice before leaving, is probably wandering around our base now.

Although she’s bound to me, she doesn’t always stay by my side, and we’ve agreed not to interfere in each other’s personal matters.

In this personal time, I decided to contemplate alone how to interpret what she had left me with.

The suggestion that Tashian was gradually beginning to see me not as a son but as a man.

And to decide how I should treat her, who might still be suffering from guilt, trapped in the past.

-Knock, knock.

The conclusion I reached after much deliberation was that I couldn’t decide on my own.

Since I didn’t know Tashian’s true feelings, I shouldn’t make assumptions about such matters.

“Tashian. I have something to talk about. Do you have time?”

So I decided to meet with her first. After finishing my daily tasks, I knocked on her door and waited for her response.

But even after about a minute, there was no answer.

Since I clearly remembered that she rested in her room after finishing her duties, I couldn’t help but worry.

“Tashian?”

“Ah, sorry. My response was delayed.”

Just as I was considering forcing the door open, I heard her voice.

I immediately dispersed the mana I had gathered in my hand and listened for her response.

No matter our mother-son relationship, entering without permission would be disrespectful.

“You said you had something to talk about? Come in.”

“Ah, yes. Then…”

That’s a relief, it seems okay to enter.

At her words, I relaxed and opened the door to enter her room.

“Tashian, I’m sorry for coming at such a late hour. Actually, what I wanted to say… Kuhek!”

And then a violent gasp escaped as I faced her. My gaze froze in place, fixed clearly on her body as she had just emerged from the bathroom.

Yes, she had just finished bathing.

Her characteristically voluptuous body was covered by nothing more than a towel meant for drying…

“It’s unusual for my son to visit at this hour. Do you have something urgent?”

“W-wait, Tashian. Before we talk, um…”

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Did you see something on your mother?”

“C-clothes! Clothes!”

Belatedly realizing she was naked, I shifted my gaze to the side.

But such an action couldn’t stop my body from heating up and stiffening.

As I stood rooted to the spot, desperately praying for this moment to end, Tashian glanced down at her own body.

“Oh my.”

And then came an exclamation as she seemingly noticed her mistake.

But there was no shame or embarrassment that a normal person would feel.

She merely acknowledged the fact that she had shown her naked body and expressed regret to me.

“I’m sorry, I was in the middle of bathing and ended up showing my son something he shouldn’t see.”

Logically, you wouldn’t tell someone to come in when you’re not dressed, Mother.

Unable to even voice such a protest, I squeezed my eyes shut and silently prayed for this moment to end.

The national anthem… yes, I need to calm down somehow. I mustn’t show shameful reactions to someone who has become my mother.

“…Hehe, well now.”

Had she noticed something as I was already mentally reciting the fourth verse of the anthem?

After letting out a gentle laugh, I heard the wet slapping of her feet approaching me, and then she suddenly embraced me with both arms.

“Um, wait a moment, Tashi… mmph!”

By the time I realized and opened my eyes, it was already too late.

My face was buried between her voluptuous breasts as she embraced me and began patting the back of my head.

“There, there. Be good now.”

“T-Tashian, wait, what is this… mmph!”

“Don’t worry. Mother understands everything.”

Tashian pulled me deeper into the room while holding me against her chest.

I thought I should break free somehow, but resisting her wasn’t an option for me who revered her as my mother.

I could only reluctantly let myself be dragged by her hand and accept whatever she did as my only choice.

“Puha!”

Finally releasing me onto the bed, she removed the towel wrapped around her body and reached for my clothes.

“Tashian, wait! What are you trying to do…!!”

“It’s fine, don’t say anything. Mother will take care of everything~”

My belt buckle was undone, and finally, through the opened zipper, my erect member stood tall.

She stared at it with wide eyes for a moment, then smiled faintly and began to reach for its surface.

“Hehe, my son. You’ve been so pent up.”

“N-no. W-wait…”

“Of course, everyone’s been busy with childcare and recovery lately, so you haven’t had a chance to release what’s built up. Mother understands~”

“Please listen to me, Tashi… ugh!”

Her soft and skillful hand gripped my member.

As I felt sexual stimulation gradually building and my body trembling, she gently lifted my head and rested it on her knee.

Then she bent down and brought her breasts to my face… even opening my mouth and inserting her nipple as if breastfeeding.

“Mmph, mph!”

“Hehe, you can suck as much as you want.”

Though it started almost forcefully, I couldn’t help but apply pressure with my mouth to an act that was difficult for a man to refuse.

After all, it was breasts. And the largest, most beautiful breasts I had ever seen…

If someone had them right in front of them and did nothing, they would surely be considered sexually dysfunctional.

-Tap, tap, tap.

Even as I couldn’t resist and sucked on her breast with my mouth, my member grew even more erect.

Feeling this, Tashian intensified her hand movements, and finally, unable to withstand the rising urge to ejaculate, I released it without restraint.

-Splurt!

White fluid erupting from the erected pillar.

As it scattered everywhere, staining the bedsheet, Tashian, looking at the fluid on her hand, laughed softly and began to lick it with her tongue.

“My goodness, so sticky… No matter how busy you are, how could you let it build up like this? What if you got sick?”

“Ugh, uugh.”

The sage time that comes after ejaculation.

Along with the ensuing weakness came self-loathing that began to stir my heart wildly.

To ejaculate for none other than Tashian, and without warning at that. I’m trash. Trash who feels sexual desire toward my mother.

“Tashian, why on earth…”

But even more than that, I resented Tashian for initiating such acts.

Why did she call me in when she wasn’t dressed, and why didn’t she stop there but tried to satisfy the sexual desire I felt upon seeing her body?

“Do you resent your mother?”

Had she finally understood my feelings? Looking at her gentle eyes gazing down at me as I lay sobbing, I prepared to release my about-to-explode emotions.

“Of course I do! Why would you do something like this…”

“Really?”

At that moment, a finger placed on my lips.

As my words were reflexively cut off, she positioned herself above me and began to look down at me.

“Mother sees her son as a man…”

Two breasts swaying with her movement.

As my member began to stand erect again, stimulated by the sight, she narrowed the distance until our foreheads nearly touched and whispered to me.

“Does my son not see his mother as a woman?”

-Gulp.

Swallowing saliva to moisten my drying throat.

Feeling the thread of reason breaking, I embraced her body in return, kissed her lips, and laid her down on the bed.

Although I had accepted her as my mother, I couldn’t resist the urge to make her mine—a woman who had stimulated my desires more than any other I had met.