Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Her and Her - 3
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Knife.
Yeah. Knife.
I stared blankly at the dagger lying right in front of my eyes.
Knife.
I remembered the first time I picked one up. I couldn't recall exactly when it was, but the moment I gripped it to kill a person was etched vividly in my mind. It was back in my hometown, when Reina was pregnant with Eric. I'd grabbed the blade for the first time to slaughter those little shits who were pointing fingers at her.
Yeah. That was why I'd first taken up the knife. To protect them.
For the only two people I truly loved in this goddamn world.
So why was this knife sitting here in front of me now?
Why?
What the hell for?
"Haa... yeah... Eric..."
"M-Mom... what's wrong...?"
"Heehee... Eric..."
At that moment, their voices pierced my ears. Only then did I snap out of it and lift my head.
"My beloved son..."
"M-Mommy..."
Reina shuffled toward Eric, her hands bound. Eric backed away from her in fear until he hit the wall and collapsed to the floor. His face—so eerily like mine—trembled as he pressed himself flat against it.
"Mom, don't... I'm scared..."
"Nothing to be scared of. It's just Mommy, right? Nothing strange about that..."
"Fuck... fuck...!"
I thrashed around, trying to move somehow, but lost my balance and crashed to the floor with a thud. My jaw slammed again, dizziness washing over me as my vision blurred.
"Ugh... nngh..."
"Ahh... Eric... my precious son..."
"Mom... please don't. I don't like it..."
"Haa... heehee... yeah... haa..."
There was nowhere left to run now. Reina floated a faint smile right in Eric's face, her breaths coming out lewd and heavy. If her hands were free, she'd have stripped him and mounted him in an instant.
"Looks like her bound hands are bothering her."
Luca's voice made me jolt and whip my head around. He was thinking the same thing I was—he drew the sword from his waist and brought it toward Reina's bindings.
"No! Please, Luca! Don't do it!"
For the first time, I screamed at him with pure desperation. But it was too late. A faint breeze seemed to stir the air, and the rope around her wrists snapped effortlessly.
Snap.
...
"Ah..."
Reina gazed at her freed hands for a moment, then smiled tenderly and cupped Eric's cheeks like they were treasures. Staring into his eyes, she opened her mouth sweetly.
"Eric..."
"Mom... don't... I...!"
Eric pleaded desperately once more, but his words were cut short. With a sticky sound, they seeped into Reina's lips.
"Haa... mmph... ha..."
"Mmph... mmph..."
To the casual eye, it was just a mother kissing her son. Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe Eric thought so at first. But even at his young age, her unnatural movements and overwhelming passion must have felt off to him.
Why is she moving her tongue like that? Why is she licking every corner of my mouth, mixing our saliva? Why do her hands on my cheeks keep sliding toward my neck? Confused by it all, Eric shoved hard against the embrace he'd longed for. But Reina clung to her son more fiercely than ever.
"Haa... haa... haaa..."
Even as they kissed, her hands slowly drifted downward. Her long skirt hid the view, but it was obvious where her fingers were headed. Soon, they wriggled beneath the fabric, and her thighs quivered violently.
"Nng... aaah... ahhh..."
"Mmph... mmph..."
As the kiss dragged on, the movements under her skirt grew more frantic. Even in the darkness, a gray stain spread across the pristine white cloth, and a musky scent began to fill the air. Finally, thick fluids trickled down between her thighs. Reina let out a deep sigh and pulled her lips away.
"Haa... uh-hah..."
"Puhah..."
Eric gasped for the breath he'd held, and thin strands of saliva stretched like threads before draping over his neck. Reina licked them up greedily from his flushed skin, writhing at the waist as she spat out one sentence.
"I can't... I can't hold back anymore..."
"No!!!"
The moment her fingers tugged at her skirt, I screamed in despair. Eli had endured it somehow, but even a tiny dose of that drug could shatter a person's mind. Luca had talked like it was just a fleeting nightmare, but Reina might be soaked in it for life. And beneath her... Eric would be...
"No... no! Reina!"
Imagining that doomed future, I bellowed. No. It can't happen. Hold on, Reina. Just this once, and I'll fix everything. You can do it. If that bitch Eli could, so can you. Right? Reina. Reina!
"Reina! Please. Look over here. Look at me! It's your brother. Yeah? The one who's loved you forever. So please, just look this way!"
"Haa... haaa..."
"Reina, please! Look at me. Yeah? Just once. Once is enough, so look at me!!!"
I screamed until my throat felt torn. Miraculously, she turned her head toward me. I grinned like an idiot, saved by that gaze.
"Y-Yeah. Look at me, Reina. Yeah? It's me. Your brother, remember? And the one in front of you is our son, Eric. Our beloved son. The child we have to protect. I... I know exactly what state you're in right now. I can fix it. So come over here. Got it?"
"..."
"What's wrong, Reina? Say something. You know your brother, right? Yeah? You know what I can do. My beloved little sister. Want me to hold you today too? You love being in my arms more than anything. Don't you?"
"..."
"Don't turn away. Don't look away—please look at me, Reina! I'll hold you. Yeah? So come here. Please!"
I begged with everything I had, but her eyes kept drifting elsewhere. As I kept yelling, I realized her gaze was fixed on something specific. I turned my head that way. There, in the dim floor, lay something limp and discarded.
At first, I couldn't make it out, but when I realized what it was, my mouth gaped in despair.
It was my severed cock.
"Ah... aah..."
This is fucked. Fucked. Fucked. Fucked!
"Reina. No. Reina! Please look over here. Please!"
"..."
No matter how desperately I pleaded, the primal instincts inside her had already decided. A male who'd lost his fertility, or her own son—who, young as he was, held at least some potential to satisfy her. Impossible versus a slim but real possibility. Her choice had narrowed to one.
"Haa... ah..."
"No! Nooo!!!"
I thrashed and screamed like a madman. Luca, you fucking bastard. Was this your plan from the start? From the very beginning? You crazy fuck. You insane fucking bastard!!!
"Reina!!! Look at me!!! Please!!!"
But her gaze on me had long vanished. Reina turned back to Eric with that lustful look and began pulling her skirt down completely. Soon, the drenched fabric dropped limply to the corner, revealing her flushed, swollen thighs in stark clarity.
"Haa... ha..."
"Ah..."
Her sweat-slick thighs clenched seductively around her waist, and Eric froze, lifting his head. Reina traced her lips with a finger as if he were adorable, then stripped off her top.
Thud.
...
The last barrier covering Reina's body fell away, her lewd nudity spilling into the hazy darkness. Even in this hell, I instinctively swallowed and stared endlessly at her form. And without realizing, strength surged below...
...
Strength...
...
"Ah..."
A short sigh escaped. But it wasn't from me.
"Feels good?"
"Ah... I... I..."
I looked up to see Reina forcing Eric's hand to caress her breast gently. He'd been shoving her away in terror moments ago, but now, faced with a woman's body, he swallowed hard and steadied his breath like he was entranced. Even his small, sweaty fingers clung and stroked her skin, drawing sweet moans from her.
"Haa... yeah... heehee... ha..."
"Nng... nngh... nng..."
"Rei... Reina... Reina..."
Watching it all, I could only murmur her name in hollow despair. Why are you enjoying it, Reina? Why are you moaning so sweetly? The one in front of you isn't me—it's Eric. Our son.
"Reina... look over here. Yeah? I can make you feel good too. Reina. So please, let go of Eric. Yeah?"
"Haa... haaang..."
"Ah... ah..."
My voice drowned in the moans echoing between them, vanishing without a trace. As I shuddered and repeated her name, she paused, shot me a cold glance, then looked away. Stabbed by that look, I held my breath before turning to Eric.
"Eric. Eric. Look at Daddy. You have to look at Daddy. Yeah? Mommy's really sick right now. So you need to snap out of it. Eric. You're listening to Daddy, right?"
"Ah..."
"Eric. What's wrong? Don't turn away—look at Daddy. Come on. Eric?"
I called my son's name with all my heart. Please. At least you snap out of it. Eric...
"Ah..."
...
But Eric didn't look at me.
He just stared at Reina with eyes like mine.
"Ah-haat..."
"..."
Reina couldn't hold back anymore and rubbed her swollen mound against Eric's hand. It wasn't even deep stimulation, but her hips bucked wildly as rough moans burst out. Eric gaped at the sight, drool greedily spilling from his lips.
"E-Eric?"
I called my son's name again. But even I could hear the love missing from my voice.
"Eric. Look... over here. Eric."
"Ah... aaa..."
"Ahk... haang... haaa..."
No one looked at me. They were lost in each other, ignoring a worthless cripple like me. Yeah, they didn't give a shit about a dickless, limbless piece of trash.
...No.
No. Fuck that.
Why the hell am I the worthless one?
Fuck...
"Ah... nng... nng...!"
"Haang? Haa... haaaang...!"
As I cursed inwardly, Eric suddenly let out a weird noise and started moving his hand. Like a kid discovering sex for the first time, oblivious that this was his beloved mom, he crossed the forbidden line without restraint.
"Eric? Eric. What are you doing, Eric."
"Ah... aaaa... feels so goo... haaa..."
"Nng... nngh...!"
"Eric. Eric! Eric. Look at Daddy. Eric!!!"
I called a bit more harshly, but he ignored me and kept groping. No use denying it—his dilated pupils and flowing sweat showed he was enjoying this.
"Eric!!! Eric!!! You little fuck! Eric!!!"
I hadn't meant to curse at my son—I never had before. But seeing Reina moan in pleasure shattered my control. Don't enjoy it, Reina. That's your son. Why are you so genuinely happy? Why rejoice at those clumsy, childish fingers? Why!!!
"Haang... haaaang!!!"
"Nng... nngh...!"
"Eric!!! Stop right now!!! Eric! You fucking brat! Eric!!!"
"Haa... haaa...!"
Reina bucked her hips like mad, fluids gushing, before slipping her hand into Eric's pants. Her fingers didn't go far—they stopped at his pathetic little dick. The instant they did, Eric let out a pleased moan.
"Ah...! Ah..."
Yeah. A happy moan. He was definitely moaning in pleasure. With me right here in front of him. Me, right beside him. Leo.
"Haa... f-f-feels... good... ah..."
"Ah-hah... haaang... haa...!"
Despair faded, replaced by betrayal and humiliation. My pride had shattered many times before, but this—being ignored by the one person I never expected—ignited a smoldering rage. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!
"Feels good... ah... so good..."
"Hee... feels good? Mommy feels good too?"
"Yeah... d-don't... know... feels weird and hot..."
"Haha... it's okay, Eric... Mommy will... Mommy will help you."
"Eric!!! Stop!!! Last warning, Eric!!! Stop it!!!"
"..."
There was no kindness left in my voice. Still, they pressed closer, oblivious to me. His pants came down, and as she lifted her hips to embrace him, I lost it.
"I said stop!!!"
Fuck. This kid who flinched at my mere shout. You ungrateful little shit!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Repeating that in my head, I wildly turned my head—and spotted the sharp knife. I couldn't grab it with my hands, but that didn't matter. My mouth would do. Dare to eye my woman? Dare? I bit the handle viciously, reared back, and lunged at Eric with all my strength.
"Grrrrr!!!"
"Ah... wh-what..? Guh!"
"Kyaa!"
In that instant, Reina's body was yanked backward out of sight. But I didn't see it. All I saw was the neck of the punk who'd dared touch my woman.
"D-Daddy...!"
A frail voice pierced my ears. I ignored it, raising the knife in my mouth high. Then I slammed it into his frail neck.
"Grrrrrrr!!!"
Squelch.
"...!!!!!!"
The blade sank into flesh with a slicing sound, air hissing out as blood sprayed. Not even a death rattle. I sneered and yanked it free, stabbing again. My teeth rattled from the force, but I didn't care.
"Grrr!!! Grrrrr!!!"
"...!"
"Grrr!!!"
"..."
"Grr... grr..."
"..."
"Gr..."
"..."
"...Ah... haaa... ha..."
...
Exhausted after stabbing endlessly, I dropped the knife and panted. Hot blood clung to my cheek and trickled down with it.
Clang!
...
"Haa... haa..."
"..."
"Haa... ha..."
...
"Ha..."
As my breathing slowed and excitement ebbed, my vision cleared. Only then did cold reality seep into my mind, showing me who was before me.
"Ah..."
I stared dumbly downward. Then called the name of the bloodied child on the floor.
"Eric...?"
"..."
The slain boy said nothing. Knowing that better than anyone, I shut my mouth. But my opened heart poured out words like a burst dam.
Eric.
Why... why Eric...
Why...
...
Me...
What the hell have I done?
Suddenly, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Some from my broken teeth, but mostly from my son's neck—the one I'd killed myself. When it coated my tongue, I retched it all up in horror.
"Urk...! Fuck! Fuck...!"
Eric... Eric... Eric... No matter how I called his name, he was unmistakably dead. I couldn't repeat it anymore. I'd killed my own son. The truth finally sank in.
"Ahh... aaaaaaah..."
I'd killed my own son.
"Ahh... aaaaa... aaaaa...!!!"
A beastly howl erupted. I shook my head, denying reality.
I'd killed my son. Over my worthless pride. Not even with my hands—with my mouth, swinging the knife like a maniac.
"Ah... aah..."
And that, right in front of Reina.
That final fact tore through my brain more painfully than anything. I whipped my head toward where she'd been and called her name desperately.
"Reina!!!"
...
"Ah... aah..."
When I turned, she was moaning inexplicably. From shock? Guilt clawed at me again, but I realized her moans weren't born of pain.
"Rei...na?"
"Aah... ah... haa... haa..."
Her moans were still thick with pleasure.
"...Looks like the choice is made, Leo."
Then came the voice I'd forgotten. I slowly raised my head toward it. Luca stared down at me with cold eyes.
And in his arms, Reina gazed up in ecstasy.