Chapter 24

[Lea Im D-Rank Upgrade Conditions: Mental Wall 75 or below, Self-Control 70 or below / Effect 2 total 220+ / Tendency total 250+ / Lust 100+ / [Incest] 2 stars or higher / Upgrade occurs upon sleeping.]

Lea's D-rank upgrade was right around the corner. Yesterday, I'd broken through Mom's [Incest] barrier and dropped her Mental Wall all the way to 90, which meant I could no longer lower it with common coins like [Back Hug] on people in our house. So I had to use heroine-exclusive coins instead, and Lea was the closest to me sexually anyway—she came so often that it was easy to feed her [Heroine Coin: Orgasm] and bring down her Mental Wall. The problem was the unexpected Self-Control. Back when she upgraded to E-rank, the conditions were [Mental Wall 85 or below, Self-Control 90 or below], so her Self-Control was actually higher than her Mental Wall. But for D-rank, it demanded a whopping Self-Control of 70 or below—20 points lower. The issue was that none of the Lea Im-exclusive coins I'd dropped so far reduced Self-Control.

But showering together had dropped a [Body Wash] coin, solving that problem and bringing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lea's D-rank upgrade within reach. I just needed to top off her Effect 2 total a bit more.

'Does this mean Mom's still FF while Lea hits D...?'

I was thinking that when Mom finished getting ready for the weekend farm and came out.

"Kangmo, let's go."

With the [Incest] trait nullifying [Family Relation], she no longer called me 'son.' To any third party now, she'd probably just look like an older sister. This world's correction made her skin still taut and wrinkle-free.

"Yeah. Taking pictures?"

"Yep. Gotta snap the scenery nearby and the seedlings we've planted."

Mom had her new camera slung around her neck, but because of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those massive tits, it was comically dangling in mid-air. If the strap were shorter, it'd probably be resting on her breasts, right?

The moment we got in the car, I handed her two water bottles from the bag on my back.

"Here, these are today's for you, Mom."

Funny thing was, ever since she'd tasted 'Mom's favorite water,' she never brought any to the farm anymore. Naturally, stocking water became my job.

"Thanks. When'd you buy this water, anyway?"

Who in the world asks when you bought bottled water? Sure, it has an expiration date, but come on. This was our little unspoken code between us—when did you turn this bottled water into Mom's favorite 'mule'?

"Right before we left. While you were getting ready."

"Both of them?"

"Yeah. About 20 to 30 minutes apart."

"Mmm... Thanks. I'll drink it well."

What kind of conversation is this? Mom's conquest progress hadn't even really started yet. But even so, one thing I was dead certain of: slow as her progress was, compared to the others at the same rank, Mom—Yebin Choi—was the sluttiest, dirtiest pervert bitch in the family.

"No problem. Just let me know whenever you want more. I'll get you one."

"Really? ...Even every day?"

I'd just said it as a courtesy, and she hits me with that?

"...How much?"

"Well... They say people should drink at least 2L a day..."

Yebin Choi, you fucking pervert bitch. Cum-water addict, filthy mongrel slut. Even for you, four a day is overkill. Sure, my stamina stat was high enough that shooting four times a day was no issue, but routine-wise, I had to save some for Hae-na sis and Lea too.

"Ah... Four... No, four bottles might be too much. How about one a day?"

"...Okay."

Her disappointed face was a work of art.

—Click.

Mom was busy snapping photos. After arriving at the farm and watering everything once, there wasn't much left to do. I didn't know much about farming, but I remembered there being a ton of little things to tend to. These otherworld veggies must be special, though—they grew fine on their own once planted. At this point, it felt less like farming and more like checking on the crops and going on a date with Mom. Still, I felt proud since we'd worked hard plowing and planting early on. Harvest was next week, right?

I was leaning back in a plastic chair, enjoying the breeze and watching Mom, when—

—Click.

"What, again..."

Mom, who'd been diligently photographing the crops, turned the camera on me.

"Kangmo! Smile! You look way better when you do!"

—Click.

"Argh! I told you not to take my picture!"

"Kyahahaha, whhhhyyy~?"

Unlike last time, I grabbed her and she obediently handed over the camera.

"Let me take yours instead. Go stand over there."

"Here?"

"Yeah. Ready? One. Two. Three."

"Kiiimchiii~!"

Damn. She came out insanely good no matter how I shot it. We took a few more shots like that, fooled around a bit, then got hungry and decided to dig into the snacks we'd brought.

"I'll grab 'em. In your trunk, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

I rounded the storage corner, popped the trunk of Mom's car parked nearby, and grabbed the box of cookies and breads. Oh, wait. Good idea just hit me.

We polished off the snacks, and I flopped down flat on the mat.

"Yaaawn... So tired..."

"Tired? Let's head out soon then."

Watching Mom stretch and tidy up, her ass looked different from below. Come to think of it, I needed to work on her Openness too. Her Effect 2 stats—Desire 54, Interest 44—were nearly at the 100 total required for upgrade, but Openness was still 0. Felt kinda sad and wasteful. Our Yebin pervert bitch would totally love exposure play and such, but the stats kept her all bundled up tight. Imagining her strutting the farm in tight minipants clinging to that massive ass made my cock tingle.

Oof. Got hard.

With things still messy, part of my huge dick sprang out of my pants. Eh, whatever at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this point. Mom was such a massive perv, she probably wouldn't mind? Let's pretend to sleep and see.

I closed my eyes and faked sleep. The scary part of this stat system was how heroines acted like they'd suck and fuck anything thanks to traits, but stray even a bit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from thresholds and they turned ice-cold. Ruins the mood, tanks the stats. But my gut said this was fine—and it was spot on.

Gulp.

I could hear Mom swallowing her spit from here.

—Step. Step.

She climbed onto the mat where I lay, sat in front of me, and waved her hand around.

"Kangmo... you asleep?"

I obviously wasn't, but kept faking. She poked my cheek, lifted and dropped my arm to check, then suddenly brought her face right up to my cock and started sniffing.

Sniff sniff.

This was FF-rank? If Lea was the ace for steady progress, Yebin Choi was the straight-up pervert ace.

"Haa... How big is it, I wonder?"

She breathed heavily, even tapping my cock. Of course she'd be curious about the size. She'd find out soon enough. After a few more taps, she started trying to wake me.

"Kangmo. Im Kangmo! Wake up! Time to go home!"

Because of her rank? High Self-Control? Felt like a missed chance. Yawning and pretending to wake, I opened my eyes—and a notification popped up right in front of me.

Whoa. Nailed it. Innate Nymphomaniac? Fucking knew it. Pervert bitch. Wait—doesn't this make her upgrade a breeze? Quick coin check: Effect 2 total hits 100 right now... Tendency 100 is tough, but I'll burn those coins. Pump some [Massage] coins for Openness too, and for the tendency gap, use the [Special Coin: Subjugator] I'd been saving.

"Yes."

—Beep. Beep.

"These photos came out great. Right?"

"Yeah. The scenery in the back looks perfect too."

We'd gotten in the car to head home, but Mom wasn't starting it yet—she was reviewing today's shots on the camera. As she scrolled—

—Beep.

There it was. The photo I'd been waiting for. After the landscapes and her selfies came the one I'd snuck while fetching snacks behind her back: my dick fully exposed, rock hard.

"This is the cucumber I harvested early—huge, right?"

Upgraded now, knew she was a nymphomaniac—no hesitation.

"Whoa... Yeah... Looks so delicious... I wanna try it someday..."

Her reaction was insane. Sounded like she'd yank it out of my track pants and devour it right then. But if she actually did, wouldn't the stats shatter? Being a nymphomaniac didn't mean smooth sailing. This difficulty felt brutal.