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[Episode 2] – The Stepmother’s Circumstances

On a luxurious bed. I opened my eyes with a pain that felt like my head was going to burst. My whole body felt clammy and uncomfortable, as if I had just taken a shower with sweat. Even the blanket and pillow were soaking wet, making my body sticky.

As I was tossing and turning, clutching my pounding head, I suddenly opened my tightly shut eyes with a strange feeling and looked at the bed I was lying on once again.

It was like the Middle Ages? The Renaissance? A place like a novel or a comic book illustration appeared before my eyes. Thinking it was a dream, I sat up with my body that weighed a ton and lowered my head, rubbing my eyes at the unbelievable sight.

“…? What is this..?”

Rubbing my eyes and looking again, it was the same. Smooth skin without a single scar and long black hair that fell at the end of my gaze. And with such large breasts that I could truly call them giants, I felt that this body was not mine.

fetish.

I touched my chest with my hand. It wasn’t because I had a strange imagination, but because it didn’t feel real. When I touched my chest, I immediately took my hand away because of the strange sensation.

I ran my hands over her body again. I felt the soft touch of her breasts, and her hair was long enough to fall below her shoulders. I got up from the bed and put my feet on the ground, thinking that I should check myself in the mirror.

Then, realizing that my eye level had suddenly dropped, I staggered and collapsed on the bed. I pinched my cheek to see if it was a dream, but all I felt was a cold pain.

As I sat on the bed like that, I heard someone walking outside the room. Someone slowly walked in, thump thump, thump. He opened the wooden door, looked at me, and our eyes met.

“……”

“……”

“…..Over there..?”

“Oh, Mom..! Are you okay now?!”

A blonde girl carrying a basin of water ran toward me in surprise. The basin she was holding fell to the floor with a loud crash.

..? Mother? Mother? I turned my head, but there was no one else in this room besides me. And then the blonde girl ran towards me, looking at me, and my heart sank for a moment.

The girl must have called me ‘Mother’. As the commotion was heard, another running sound was heard from outside the room. This time, two girls with black hair came running.

And then, after looking at the children’s faces, the memories came back to me. Not my memories, but the memories of the owner of this body flashed before my eyes.

“Mother!”

A girl holding back tears while calling me mother. Even though she is an adult, she still has not grown out of her childish ways, but as the eldest daughter, Sylvia still wants to be treated as an adult.

“Mom!”

A girl running towards me, crying and snotting her eyes, calling me mom. My second daughter, Lily, is supposed to be an adult this year, but she’s still very playful and mischievous.

and…

“…..”

My third daughter, Elise, looks at me silently, as if she’s about to cry.

Three girls… daughters…? The children ran towards me in an instant, looking like they were about to cry. No, they were all already crying. In particular, Lily’s expression as she ran towards me, making a sobbing sound, was truly impressive.

Elise held my left hand, and Sylvia held my right. Lily was busy crying on the bed. Her head was hurting from the children’s crying, but now she was trying to smile and pat their backs.

“The doctor said…it’s really the last hurdle…so prepare yourself mentally…”

“Mom…Are you feeling better now..? Are you still in a lot of pain..?”

“Mom…Mom…Are you still sick..? Are you okay..?”

When the children asked if I was feeling okay, I couldn’t answer that I was okay.

The flashes of memory that flashed through my head… were truly the worst memories.

*

‘I’ was an orphan.

I heard that he was abandoned by his parents right after he was born and was abandoned in front of the orphanage on a snowy winter morning, and the director picked him up. I remembered the director’s lament that if he had been even a little bit later, he would have frozen to death.

Fortunately, I was able to grow up without going astray under the director’s guidance. Of course, it was not just ‘me’ who was abandoned there. There were many ‘younger siblings’ around me who were in similar situations to me.

So naturally, it was a natural thing for the ‘brothers and sisters’ in the orphanage to help each other. When they were young, they received help, and when they got older, they helped new ‘younger siblings’, which was the daily routine at our orphanage.

Taking care of children who needed a lot of care, feeding them, and telling them stories instead of lullabies when they went to bed was my daily routine. Among them, there was a story that I read the most.

Sometimes with songs, sometimes with books.

A story I read dozens and hundreds of times to put my younger siblings to sleep.

“Cinderella…lost her parents when she was young…”

I hummed the song of ‘that’ fairy tale, recalling the memories of that time. At that time, I could sing it without any emotion, but now, I was so immersed in the lyrics that I felt like crying.

“I was persecuted by my stepmother and…sisters…”

Oh my gosh. I almost cried.

How could this happen? I also liked web novels and comics. In particular, comics and books were almost the only entertainment during my orphanage days, so I read classics and literature without distinction.

So now, it’s not like I haven’t dreamed about the situation I’m in. There were times when I thought, ‘Oh, when I die, won’t I go to another world?’ because my current life was like a dog.

But I didn’t want this kind of ice.

Normally, if you were to have someone possessed in a web novel or a game, wouldn’t they be the main character, or at least an extra? I thought that at least giving them a place to breathe would be basic courtesy for the possessed person.

The owner of this body I possessed was in a situation where he couldn’t even breathe, let alone breathe, due to the layers of situations piled up on top of each other, and he was drowning. After possessing him, I felt like I saw the dark side of a fairy tale full of dreams and hopes.

I looked in the mirror and hummed the last line of the nursery rhyme again.

Her sharp eyes were the perfect thing to get cussed out, but even so, the image of ‘me’ reflected in the mirror was beautiful enough to remarry twice. I honestly couldn’t believe that she was the mother of two children.

‘And yet he’s in his early 30s… What kind of worldview is this…’

Cinderella’s enemy from ‘Cinderella’.

A being that has no other story of how to save them.

Stepmother.

“Hey, shit…”

I was possessed by my stepmother’s body.

“Haa…”

When I looked into the mirror, even the sight of me sighing as if the ground was falling apart was beautiful.

The stepmothers and step-sisters in fairy tales are depicted as being very ugly and eccentric… but fortunately, my appearance and that of my ‘two daughters’ were beautiful.

Maybe it was because of the ‘probability’ of remarrying twice, but when I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked like I was in my mid-20s. Who would look at this face and think I’m in my 30s and have two children? Even I, who was possessed by this body, couldn’t believe it.

I tried to hold these large breasts with both hands. They were so soft… so warm… and so addictive that I unconsciously started to fondle them.

I got up from the dressing table chair and threw myself on the bed.

Lying in bed in broad daylight in only my underwear was something a lady should never do, according to my ‘stepmother’s’ memory… but I was lying in bed all day, making excuses that I was sick, wearing only my underwear and negligee.

There was a lot to do… but I didn’t feel like doing that at the moment. Just as a person’s brain stops working when too much work piles up, I was having a headache because of the ‘homework’ left behind by my ‘stepmother’, the owner of this body.

Honestly, if there was a stepmother story in the fairy tale… the stepmother would have been sympathized to some extent. It’s not like bullying people is something to be praised, but even so, it’s clear that you’d naturally say, ‘Ah. This is something to hate.’

…stepmother. No, I guess I should say it by name now.

Cinderella’s stepmother, ‘Tricia Sergio’, was a victim of a marriage fraud.

Her current husband, ‘Johan’, who died in a carriage accident while he was famous for his business, proposed to Trisha and courted her in various ways, regardless of the place.

He lavished jewels and money on Trisha, but she did not give in easily.

Because my ex-husband died of leukemia.

Trisha rejected John because she was afraid of the pain of losing a loved one.

However, John was persistent. He continued to court her and sent her numerous jewels and gifts. Trisha rejected him, but his excessive courtship reached the ears of Trisha’s father, Viscount Sergio.

And John changed his target and started sending gifts to Viscount Sergius as well. There was a reason for his excessive courtship.

What John wanted was Trisha’s family. He wanted to become the son-in-law of the Viscount Sergio’s family and be included in the family register. In other words, he wooed Trisha by asking her to make him a noble.

The Sergio family was not rich. They did not have good bloodlines or connections. They were just ordinary viscounts in the capital.

However, in order to enter such a magnate’s circle, John showed off his business achievements and sent numerous gifts to Trisha’s father, ‘Victor Sergio’, as if to prove his worth.

Eventually, after much courting and persuasion from her father, Tricia agreed to remarry John, and he, a commoner, became ‘John Sergius’.

To be honest, Trisha didn’t hate Johan either. First of all, Johan was handsome, and although the gifts he sent her were all expensive, it was burdensome, but it also showed her how wealthy he was.

It wasn’t easy for a widow in her 30s to raise two daughters in this era. It wasn’t easy to manage the property, and although Trisha had her own property, she felt it wasn’t enough to send her two daughters to their marriages.

That is why Trisha accepted the remarriage of the wealthy Johan. But who would have guessed that Johan, who sent her countless jewels and gifts, was actually a showy and empty-hearted man.

He had already squandered all the money he had made in business to marry Trisha, and even borrowed money from other nobles under the name of ‘Sergio’. Then he died in a carriage accident without resolving anything.

Trisha found out all this after John died.

Is it amazing that Yohan has been hiding it so well all this time?

Is Trisha stupid for not knowing that…

‘So it’s understandable to hate Cinderella…’

Half a year after John’s death, she received a demand letter from a nobleman, almost a threat, demanding payment of a debt, and Trisha had to raise the daughter of the scoundrel who committed this crime and fled to hell.

Because John’s daughter Elise had already been given the name ‘Sergius’.

Of course, there was a very easy way to solve this problem.

It could have been resolved by marrying Elise off to a wealthy nobleman. However… Trisha was unable to make a decision because she thought that if she married only for money, Elise would end up like her.

That’s why I had no choice but to rub my chest to relieve stress.

Because Trisha also ran away without choosing this situation.

And it is the country that has to make that choice.

‘After all, Trisha wasn’t a mean person either…’

Trisha harassed Elise in order to somehow get her feelings off of her.

Persecuted, harassed, and shouted.

But, I never hit Elise even once.

Trisha was that kind of person.