Sinful Relief Before the Hunt
I'd chosen to be a Warrior in the Tower, and in return, I'd been granted power that suited the role. That's why even grueling training sessions never left me exhausted enough to collapse. Mom was a Healer, different from me. She might be incredible at adaptation and resistance, but her stamina couldn't compare to her son, the warrior. As if to prove it, Mom had fallen asleep like the dead.
She was in such a deep slumber that someone could do anything to her without her noticing.
She's out cold, even snoring a little.
It wasn't just because she was my mom—Oh Mijin was an elegant woman who rarely ever looked disheveled. For such a refined person to snore, even briefly, was unprecedented. I found her like this for the first time, and it struck me as adorable.
If I think she won't wake up easily, I can't fall asleep myself.
I'd been dozing lightly when I heard Mom snore faintly again, jolting me awake. From that moment, the image of her secret place that I'd glimpsed the day before circled relentlessly in my mind. That pretty, parted shell. It wouldn't leave my head.
Get a grip!
This wasn't right. I had to stop thinking about it here and now. I'd clung to some pathetic sense of morality, but the result was a miserable failure. In the end, I opened my eyes.
Sorry, Mom.
I inched closer to her side and lifted her bra. Her beautiful breasts revealed themselves to her son, and without hesitation, I took one into my mouth. If she woke up now, I could just say I'd heard something suspicious nearby. I had a solid excuse about needing to heighten my senses, so I suckled boldly.
She won't wake from this. She's definitely wiped out.
In this Tower, it seemed a grown son's access to his mom's breasts was permitted. Sure enough, the stimulation didn't rouse her. I suckled just enough to draw her milk, and my vision sharpened. Now, Mom's superior form appeared even clearer to me.
This is for the best.
I didn't want to keep making excuses that this was the best option. But I had to. Because it really was. I had to do something, or I didn't know what I'd become.
I gazed hotly at my sleeping mom before pulling down her panties. My already erect cock was massively swollen, ready to burst.
I want to cut this thing off.
Was my sex drive this enormous because my dick was so huge? I hated myself for using Mom as masturbation fodder, and the impulse to chop it off surged through me. Of course, I knew the truth. The odds of me actually doing it were zero.
I gripped my shaft and stroked, suppressing the guilt rising from her breast with the force of my lust.
Ah— Mom.
Gazing down at Mom—still overflowing with allure, no, her mature beauty was especially seductive—I, her son, jerked off. Her beauty kept my cock rock-hard, so I didn't let up.
This damn stamina!
Even giving it my all, jerking solo lacked that sharp thrill. If I'd been alone in my room, I'd have relied on imagination and cum somehow. But with Mom right there, my excitement peaked—yet satisfaction fell short.
If I'm already doing something wrong, might as well go a bit further. It's all the same.
I wanted to imagine sliding my cock into Mom's pussy and cum. So I decided to feel a little more guilty. The shame I already felt toward her was massive; a bit more wouldn't change anything.
Carefully shifting, I brought my glans to her sleeping lips. It required delicate maneuvering and an awkward angle, but who cared? I was a warrior—my body was flexible.
Plop.
My cock touched Mom's lips. An immense thrill seized me, like I might cum instantly. Precum leaked out, some smearing on her lips.
Finally, stimulation strong enough to make me cum.
The feel of her lips was worlds apart from my hand. I'd finally found the sensation I needed.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
While the excitement lingered, I pulled away from her mouth and jerked again. Then I took her sleeping hand, wrapped it around my son's cock, and placed mine over it to guide the motion.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
"Haa. Haa."
Though guided by me, it was still Mom's warm hand stroking her son's cock. It felt so good I was going mad, like she was jerking me off just for me.
Ah— Mom.
I couldn't hold back and came.
Splurt, splurt, spluuuurt.
My semen sprayed thickly right beside her.
Now I can breathe again.
The burning lust subsided with my release. I cleaned up, then drifted off feeling refreshed. Sensing the chill, Mom instinctively sought warmth and snuggled into me, oblivious to everything. I held her close.
Sorry, Mom. I know it's just an excuse... but I really couldn't help it.
The next day, I swung my axe again, honing my familiarity with it. I had to protect Mom and earn money, so I trained in earnest.
"Son, fighting!"
Mom's muscles were sore from overdoing it yesterday, leaving her unable to train. She stretched to loosen up and assisted with minor tasks from the sidelines.
Confidence is building.
Growing accustomed to the axe reduced my fear of the wolves. I gained assurance that one strike could take one down.
"Ah— this is tough. Time for a break, Mom."
I paused training and called for rest. Mom brought fruit, and we shared it.
She noticed. She's always quick on the uptake.
Observing me eat, Mom didn't offer a kiss. She knew my adaptation was complete—no more stomachaches from the fruit.
Hold back. That's right.
I considered grimacing and faking pain, but decided against it. My acting was too amateur; she'd see right through me.
"Son."
Mom called me with a look that said she had something on her mind. Guilty about last night, I tensed but replied as casually as possible.
"Yeah?"
"No... never mind."
She started to speak, then swallowed her words. Recalling my deed, I struggled to stay composed.
"What? You can't tease me like that—spit it out."
"Well... it's hard for even me to say."
"We're in the Tower, partners who have to cooperate. What's too hard to say?"
Curious about her thoughts, I pressed to hear it.
"Am I being ridiculous? No, I can't say it."
"Come on, Mom! Don't bring it up just to leave me hanging—say it."
A bit irritated, I pushed her. Building suspense like this was foul play.
"Son, promise you won't take it weird? It's been bugging me."
"I won't think it's weird, whatever it is. Want me to swear? I'll do it right now."
"No need for oaths. I trust you, so I'll tell you."
"Then hurry up."
Mom finally spoke. I tensed, unsure what was coming.
"Your... down there. Is it okay?"
"Down there? What do you mean?"
"Your dick."
Her word turned my mind blank.
"Wh-what about my dick?"
"It keeps getting hard... As your mom, I'm worried."
"Wh-why are you worried about that?"
"We're hardly ever apart. If you need alone time, just say so. I'll stay in the cave."
"H-how can you say that?"
"What's wrong with it? It happens. As long as there's nothing wrong, that's what matters to me."
"Of course there's nothing wrong."
"Phew. Good. That's all I needed."
Mom sighed in relief, then averted her gaze awkwardly and moved aside. Her actions almost seemed like she was stepping away to give me privacy to jerk off.
Over the next few days, I kept swinging the axe to bond with the weapon.
Almost there.
I charged forward and hurled it swiftly.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Thunk.
The axe flew precisely to the target and embedded in the tree.
Clap clap clap. Clap clap clap.
Mom, watching from the side, applauded enthusiastically.
"Son, amazing!"
I realized it now. I had a real talent for this.
"Practice is over, Mom. Tomorrow, we hunt wolves."
"Shouldn't you train more? As long as you're safe, I can stay here longer."
"No. It's time to go."
Four wolves, not seven. No strict deadline on the mission, so we had leeway, but prep was sufficient.
Thorough preparation is different from hesitating out of fear.
If I weren't empowered as a warrior, maybe. But my starting point was high. Plus, Healer Mom was with me. Go out tomorrow, kill one, return for healing, repeat. Adaptation was done—no more cowardice. Considering the Tower's variables, when it was time to advance, I had to without hesitation. That was how to survive and make big money.
"Gonna sleep early tonight?"
"Yeah."
Full rest was essential for tomorrow's hunt. I aimed to turn in early.
That evening, night fell as expected.