The Savage Healer Awakens
Mom and I slipped into those skimpy leather outfits—barely more than underwear—and received our powers as the Savage Warrior and Savage Healer.
Should we head out?
Even after circling the cave interior one more time, nothing special caught my eye. Just to be thorough, I double-checked for anything we'd missed, then turned to Mom. "I think it's time to go."
"Yeah, let's do it, son."
I was the warrior, and I was her son. Keeping Mom right behind me, I stepped out.
The moment we emerged from the cave together, a thick forest of towering trees welcomed us. And with it came the notification.
A mission has arrived.
You must uncover 100% of the map in this area.
You cannot leave the Tower until the mission is complete.
"Son, it says to uncover the map? What does that mean?"
"It means we have to explore every corner of this place."
"Ah, got it."
"It's not too huge, so don't worry too much."
Looking closely, I spotted rocky cliffs ringing the area. If we followed them, we'd circle the whole zone. That meant this was a closed-off space surrounded by cliffs—limited range, visible boundaries. Uncovering 100% of the map wouldn't be too tough.
"I'll trust just you, son."
Mom hooked her arm through mine, full of faith in me. Because of her outfit, I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead as much as possible. Even so, the soft swell of her breasts and the smooth feel of her skin pressed against me.
Think of something else. Anything else.
Images of Mom's full chest and curves flooded my mind, and I felt myself stirring down below. I couldn't let my dick tent this tiny leather thong, so I gently nudged her arm away and pushed forward.
"Let's go. The sooner we finish, the better."
I took the lead, pressing on. As we went, another guide popped up.
Map completion: 0.3%
The minimap has been unlocked.
Good.
The minimap appeared in the bottom-left of my vision. No more getting lost here. I could check explored areas too, so filling the map efficiently was just a matter of time.
"Minimap? Whoa, even this shows up. So cool."
Mom, who never played games, seemed fascinated by all this. I smiled warmly at her curious expression, then quickly turned away again. Her ample breasts were barely covered—just the nipples hidden—and her panties were just as scandalously minimal. I had no defense against getting hard if I looked at her, so I had to avoid it somehow.
"Mom, let's go. The faster we move, the quicker this mission ends."
"Okay, son."
Mom was brighter and more positive than I'd expected. I felt grateful and blessed to have her warming the tense air around us. Still, I wouldn't drop my guard. I was the warrior here to protect her.
Damn this grass.
The forest was full of reeds and weeds taller than a person. The trees and plants looked Earth-like but off somehow. I battled through the endless foliage, bored out of my mind.
Map completion: 9.3%
A few days, and it'll be done.
Not wanting to overthink, I headed west. Fill this section, then north and east to hit 100%.
"Huff... huff... huff."
Rough breaths came from behind. That's when it hit me.
I've been too focused on myself.
Because looking at Mom made me hard, I'd stared straight ahead, obsessed with mapping. I'd forgotten: my Savage Warrior powers boosted my strength and stamina hugely. Mom hadn't gotten any such boost, and as a woman, her base endurance was lower anyway.
I stopped immediately. "Mom, let's rest here."
"Y-yeah... huff... huff."
The second I suggested it, Mom collapsed onto the dirt, panting heavily.
Mom's endurance is incredible.
She could've asked to stop anytime but held out, following silently. I truly appreciated Oh Mijin's grit.
I sat beside her but scanned the surroundings, alert for threats. I knew seeing her sweat-soaked would rattle me.
After catching her breath, Mom said, "Son, your skin looks weird."
"Yeah?"
I checked myself right away. Red lines crisscrossed my skin—tons of them. And goosebumps everywhere, like an allergic reaction.
"Guess it's grass poison?"
I knew brushing against certain plants could cause itchy rashes. Just never experienced it as a city boy.
I finally glanced at the HP I'd been ignoring since no real danger.
"Mom, my HP dropped to 98%."
"Oh. What do we do?"
"Don't worry—check your HP. Your skin looks fine, unlike mine."
I inspected my rashy skin, then Mom's. Hers was much fairer, so any issues would show right away. Nothing.
"Mine's still at 100, son."
"Here's my theory: as a Savage Healer, you must have resistance to stuff like grass poison."
"Huh, yeah, probably."
"Mom."
"Yeah?"
"You're the healer. Can't you cure grass poison too?"
"I think so... but how?"
"No idea. You're the healer—think about it slowly. Something might come to you."
I urged her gently, without pressure, to recall her abilities.
Mom pondered deeply.
Why am I like this?
In that near-bikini getup, she looked even younger. Her thoughtful face was too cute. My own mom, and here I was.
I had to turn away again.
That's when it happened.
Tap.
Mom placed her hand on my back. The sudden contact, with her bikini-clad image fresh in mind, sent a jolt of electric pleasure through me.
"Touching doesn't work. Too bad. Oh! I got it, Mom."
"What?"
"Remember, it said Savage Healer."
"Right. I'm Savage Warrior, you're Savage Healer."
"When I was little, you'd spit on cuts sometimes. Maybe savages lick wounds?"
"Lick... with saliva?"
"Yeah. Let me try."
"...Okay."
I couldn't stop her. Before I finished, Mom leaned in and licked my back.
Zing.
Her soft, warm tongue touched down, and shivers raced through my body.
"Ticklish?"
"Y-yeah, super ticklish."
Not ticklish. I wanted more. But I couldn't say that. Ever.
"Hang in there. This is it—it's working great."
"R-really? Then save it for actual injuries."
"No way!"
Her tone was firm, absolute. I had to ask why.
"Why not?"
"We don't know this place. But it's definitely not like home."
"True. The plants and trees feel off."
"More than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Son, do you know how dangerous local diseases can be?"
People drop dead suddenly in places like India or Africa. Mom was right—endemic illnesses were brutal.
"Ah, yeah... endemic diseases. Super risky."
"Exactly. We have a cure right here—why risk it? Your HP's at 98%. Can't take that lightly. Gotta heal before immunity builds."
Her logic was sound, practical. Her eyes burned with resolve. This was about her son's health—she wouldn't budge. I had no choice.
"Got it, Mom. Please heal me."
"Just trust Mom."
"Yeah, please."
As the Savage Healer, Mom began the treatment. I felt her tongue gliding over my inflamed red skin. For a long, long time.
I'm losing it. No idea what to do.
She licked my back. Now my arms. Her tongue caressing my body had me entranced, mind blanking out.
Pain's blocked, but why is this sensation so vivid?
Warrior Mode numbed pain. But only pain. The stimulation from her tongue hit full force, tormenting me.
Her tongue worked busily, licking both arms clean. They normalized instantly.
"Son, lie down."
"Huh?"
"Lie down. Time for your torso and legs."
"...Okay."
Mom's eyes held no compromise—dead serious about healing her son. Hoping it'd end quick, I lay back.
She crawled over me, leaning down. She looked so damn sexy I had to turn my head aside.
"Son, embarrassed?"
"N-not that... the situation's just... weird."
"Hehe, so cute."
"C-cute?! Hurry up and finish."
"Okay, okay. Don't fuss—wait. Mom's working hard too."
She seemed adapted already, relaxed even. I envied women.
No boners to hide.
My dick stood straight up. No concealing it. Women didn't show arousal so obviously. I envied that.
Wait, women get hard nipples.
That thought made me glance at Mom as she started licking my body.