episode_0049

After finishing their outdoor rendezvous, Darin, on the verge of losing consciousness, spoke to her son.

“Never again outside. We won’t even take walks together anymore.”

Making a declaration she couldn’t keep, Darin snuggled into her son’s embrace, finding his sleep-seeking behavior adorable, so Kayle tenderly embraced his mother.

She had become so burdened by the affairs that consumed her day and night that she fell deeply into slumber, oblivious to whoever might carry her away.

Leaning against a tree by the clear lake, Kayle gazed fondly at his mother in his arms. His biological weapon status meant no harm came from him sleeping for a day or two.

He stared fixedly at Darin’s face for about nine hours until the sun reached its zenith, without blinking once, a gaze so intense it could be deemed madness. No matter how rational one claimed to be, no one would exhibit such obsessive attachment.

The sunlight illuminating the forest was so dazzling it stung the eyes. The picturesque scenery of the expansive lake and surrounding forest resembled a painting.

Finally shifting his gaze, the man discreetly admired the surroundings. Like a boy meeting his first girlfriend, he hummed unknowingly, his eyes softening as he gazed at the clear, transparent lake.

His mother, with fiery red hair, carried her son around due to his severe respiratory illness. With only one lung, his respiratory function and capacity were compromised, imposing significant limitations on his daily life.

Thus, the crimson-haired lady alternated between holding her eldest son close, shedding tears, forcing smiles, and pinching his cheeks, torn between sorrow and gratitude, unsure of what to do.

– Rustle.

Kayle flicked the tobacco leaf from his right pocket, a gift from esteemed gentlemen at the church.

“I can’t tarnish what my mother gave me.”

He knew better than anyone why his once frail self had become such a superior male. Nurtured on copious amounts of “health-improving oranges,” he inherited a part of the most noble woman in the world.

Raised by the small girl nestled in his arms, it seemed only fitting that this girl should be the one to claim him. Kayle genuinely believed so.

“Your mother is quite talented. She directly birthed the man who will be your husband.”

It was utter nonsense. If Darin heard this, she would have been horrified, likely smacking her son’s cheek. However, Kayle sincerely hoped his mother was that crazy lady. It would be better for everyone.

The lake where the hat sat together included valleys and streams, setting it apart from typical lakeshores. The crystal-clear lake, reflecting clouds hovering in the sky, was a suitable place even for washing hands stained with orange juice.

“Kayle, isn’t this lake incredibly beautiful? This is where your father used to bring your mother to soothe her.”

Lady Jajak bowed her head slightly, subtly confessing to her son.

“But still, I think Kayle prefers visiting this place with you rather than with your father.”

A suppressed chuckle echoed. This place was no longer solely his domain; it belonged to her and the pure bride.

Given the lake’s beauty and significance to her, Kayle had been eyeing this place for quite some time. So feeling content here was not unreasonable at all.

By the shallow stream later, I should try having underwater sex with Mother. Having indulged in various pleasures with his beloved lover, he wore an expectant smile in many ways.

“Mother.”

A dignified voice descended, but the woman deeply asleep did not easily open her eyes. Nonetheless, it was time for her to start waking up.

“…Mother.”

Kael called his mother softly once again.

“You should start washing up and go back soon.”

“…Mm.”

Darine replied after a while, barely managing to respond. Kael chuckled and gently patted his mother’s cheek. It reminded him of his own childhood when he couldn’t walk properly. Just as this woman had done.

“You haven’t eaten breakfast. You haven’t washed up either. If you keep sleeping covered in sweat, your body will suffer.”

If Darine hadn’t been asleep, she would have scolded her son sternly. Who on earth was he to bring up such a topic, chewing on his lower lip?

– Ssshh.

As he brushed away the soft crimson hair, a slender, pale neck like a doe’s was revealed. He gently caressed her forehead and tapped her cheek, but all he saw were slightly narrowed eyebrows and a freshening face. There was no response.

Lately, Darine had been suffering from lack of sleep. The cause was none other than her son. Even if she managed to fall asleep forcibly like this, her body tried to get more rest.

*Sigh…*

Unlike the nightmarish reality, the dream he was having seemed quite sweet. His breathing, which was gently exhaling, seemed calm. Watching her lovely figure attentively, Kael thought his mother looked like a fairy.

Even the princess residing in the royal palace. And even the beloved of his lord, the Duke of the North. Compared to the woman in his arms, they were women so embarrassing to call mere women. Not just in terms of beauty, but in many aspects.

Those women only knew how to assert their position and flaunt their power. They didn’t know how to truly consider others like his mother did, nor did they know how to do what she did.

‘Come to think of it, I’m not that different from them.’

With a self-deprecating smile, Kael gazed at the sleeping bride, lost in thought just like when he first met his mother.

The flowing crimson hair as gentle as a valley stream, the sparkling pumpkin-colored irises like the sun, devoid of stubbornness, seemed ready to accept a man at any time. Even the slightly parted red lips. Everything about her was beautiful enough to make one become a fool just by looking at her.

Kael made a vow as he looked at her.

Whether a calamity like a demon king arises again.

Or even if it’s his lord, the Duke of the North.

Even if it’s a knight wielding the holy sword.

He would tear apart anyone who dared to covet her.

The beast watching her succumbed to the temptation of her faintly emanating scent. He pressed his lips against the woman’s neck. He breathed in the sweet sweat scent delicately emanating from her soft body.

Turning his nose again, even from the dirty place tainted by his affair with his son, the vulgar lady’s fragrance wafted. This too was precious, so it had to be savored as much as possible.

As he lightly ran his tongue over the sensitive skin tingling with goosebumps from his encounters with his son, her fair shoulders shrank, and at the same time, the girl began to whimper in her sleep.

“Ah, a little more… I want to sleep…”

“No, you can’t.”

“…I don’t want to.”

“Then wash up and go to bed.”

“I’m lazy.”

Does she know who she’s conversing with? Seeing her whimpering in her sleep, it was clear she was floating in dreams.

“Please wake up, Mother.”

“…Mm, help me wash up.”

If you force me to wash, wouldn’t it be better for you, the one touching this lock of hair, to wash it instead? Her sharp lips quivered like a small bird.

“Kkuk, then, should I wash it?”

“…Mm.”

“Do you know who the person holding you is and why you’re making such risky remarks?”

“I don’t know.”

The girl frowned at each other’s noses as she spoke.

“If you don’t know, why are you asking me to wash it so recklessly? A bad man could harm you.”

“…No.”

To alert his mother, Kael lightly squeezed the plump breast that was clearly visible in the sunlight. The nipple had hardened from being sucked on all day. Teased by his fingers, it darkened in color.

“Right now, isn’t a stranger disrespecting your chest?”

“Uh…”

“It seems like you need to wake up or slap someone, doesn’t it?”

“…I’m not a stranger, Kael.”

…”

With a welcoming expression, the beast looked at his mother. Unconsciously thinking of the man who came to mind, how much did this woman love her son? It was truly regrettable that it wasn’t love towards a male.

“Hah…”

When he flicked her nipples with two fingers, she moaned even in her sleep, trembling. Soon, her thighs began to spread lewdly.

Between her spread thighs like a young girl, a dark plot was steeped in sweet nectar. Gently brushing the hair covering her mound, the woman shuddered as her private parts warmed.

While his mother traveled to Dreamland, she didn’t resist whatever her son did. Thanks to this, Kael could tease his motionless mother to his heart’s content.

He even dared to touch his lips that were smacking away, spreading open the buttocks he always eyed to taste the pink anus. Even the sweaty armpits until he felt utterly disgusted.

Finally, like a true romantic facing love, he engaged in a deep kiss. Hoping the sleeping princess would be freed from the curse.

Even the time spent with his sleeping partner, the beast enjoyed it madly. This woman was his, and that man belonged to her. And amidst this, he was grateful for her murmuring his son’s name.

“Uh…”

Kael smiled softly as he gently prodded the moist crevice.

“Mother.”

He recalled childhood memories. His mother always asked if he was happy. If he answered that he wasn’t happy, she would cry or make the most unhappy face in the world.

Kael was just feeling a little excited. Every time his mother nestled in his father’s arms and moaned.

“Now, I can say confidently. Your son is happier than anyone else in this world.”

His one and only mother.

His one and only love.

The lovely girl. Mandarine Bayoren.

Whether happy or sad, the crimson-haired woman had always been by his side.

Even if he could have any woman in the world, Kael had no intention of giving up his mother.

That’s why he only wished.

“So, I hope you’ll be happy too, Mother.”

May her heart become just like mine.