Chapter 85
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: 83. Your Mom NTR
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“Whew, looks like I need to bolster my forces.”
That means it’s time to make use of Gloomy Mary’s mother first and foremost.
Gloomy Mary’s mother. Elise, the stunning British blonde with ivory skin. At a glance, she looks like she’s in her late twenties, but she’s actually in her forties with a youthful face.
From now on, this woman is mine.
My promise with Gloomy Mary? Screw it. What’s a slave girl gonna do if her master breaks a promise? Rebel? As if a weaker bitch who hasn’t even tasted my pussy could do a damn thing.
So, with zero hesitation.
I pulled Elise out of my subspace.
She’d completely lost her mind from the mental attack back then. I’d stored her in that state in the subspace to preserve her just like that. But now the time had come.
“Alright, let’s implant that core.”
I decided to use the A-rank core I’d obtained while wiping out the villains in the Incheon area.
The core in my hand gleamed with a sinister purple light. It was freshly activated, pulsing with energy.
And without a shred of hesitation, I plunged it straight into the beauty’s chest.
Bzzt-crackle!
A fierce surge of electricity erupted from the core, gradually melting into Elise’s chest. Her body started to take on the core’s hue for a brief moment, becoming semi-transparent inside, until the core devoured her heart and took its place.
Then, ominous blood began to flow through the veins connected to that core.
Her appearance underwent a full transformation.
Her hair shifted from blonde to black, her pale skin grew even whiter. Her facial features blended Western allure with Eastern beauty—an exotic face that captured the aesthetics of both worlds at once.
And her breasts were quite ample, too.
“Elf mommy!”
Suddenly, the elf mommy popped into my head.
I should go fuck her soon.
Make her give a speech in front of the public, then pound her ass with my tail from behind.
No, put that on hold for now. It seemed the core’s original monster owner was Eastern, because Elise’s genes had fully shifted to Eastern traits.
Kim Elise?
“Ugh... uuum.”
“Mommy!”
“Wha? Who... who are you? Huh? Why is Korean coming out of my mouth?”
The monster must’ve been a Korean who turned, or maybe it came from Korea and got a Korean patch.
Doesn’t matter anyway. Her mind was back to normal now.
Better not call her mommy for now. The elf mommy had that overflowing mature milf vibe, but Elise was on Rachel’s level.
“Elise. Remember me?”
“You’re that guy from... ugh, my head hurts. The one I fought back then. Wait. Why did I even fight you?”
Some memories from her puppet days must’ve been erased.
“Your daughter Rosemary turned you into a puppet.”
“That child... I remember now. I’m truly sorry to you.”
Hmm, nah, not sorry at all.
If anything, I’m grateful. Thanks to her, I get to have you.
I’d turned her into a monster, so now I had to instill new values and a sense of self in this confused state.
“You’re a victim too, aren’t you, Elise?”
“I...”
“Is that girl who turned her own mother into a puppet really your daughter? Just because she ‘loves’ her mom, does that make it okay to puppet her?”
Her pupils trembled violently at my words.
I wasn’t wrong. Rosemary—that girl was insane. She’d redeem herself thanks to Choi Si-woo eventually, but she never freed her mom.
Puppetization was that kind of power. No going back to normal. Puppets lived solely for Rosemary.
A daughter can’t do that to her mother.
“That’s...”
“I could be a good daughter for you.”
“What?”
“A good daughter. Meaning, ditch Rosemary and take me as your daughter instead.”
Ideally one that lets me indulge in some pseudo-incest bliss.
“Wh-what about my husband?”
“He’s already listed as missing, isn’t he? If he really saw you as his wife, wouldn’t he be searching harder?”
“So he’s not looking?”
“Yeah.”
Tears welled up in Elise’s eyes at my answer.
She covered her face with both hands and sobbed pitifully.
“Your daughter turned her mother into a puppet, and her husband Alex—the top hunter in America—sits idle.”
In truth, I’d heard Alex had searched as much as he could. His devotion to finding his wife was famous in the States. But this freshly monsterized woman, with her mind still unstable and emotions swinging wildly, would flare up emotionally.
Plus, with the puppet incident, her disappointment in her daughter would be huge.
“A... aaaah... ugh.”
“Think about it. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a daughter who listens well and makes you feel good?”
“Hic!”
I carefully embraced her, as if handling something fragile that might shatter.
And comforted her. Even though it was hardly a comforting situation—I did it anyway. That’s what kind of evil dragon I am. Interfering with minds, corrupting souls. I’ll do whatever it takes.
“A... uwaa?”
“There, mommy. I’ll comfort you.”
I gently kissed her lips.
Mwah.
Softer and kinder than with that Blazing Bat bitch, like a real daughter giving her mom a light peck—then slowly violating her mouth, crossing the line. Our tongues intertwined as I subtly slipped in the mana stone I’d formed inside me.
“This... we shouldn’t. I have a husband.”
“He’s not your husband. He’s a bad guy who betrayed you. And that daughter too. So let’s have fun together ♥”
By now, I’d sprouted my horns and tail.
Yeah. This was my sincerity mode. She’d become a monster, her daughter was a traitor, but blood is blood—you can’t fool it.
Even if demonic energy now flowed through that blood, she couldn’t easily abandon the child she birthed or her husband.
So, time to play with her. I planned to drop her today.
Elise’s eyes widened at my increasingly aroused form, now with wings out too.
“Wait, who are you? That body...”
As a former hunter, she’d figure it out quick. That I wasn’t a normal human, and what kind of being I was.
“I’m a dragonkin. Name’s Yoo Eun-ha. You could call me a monster.”
“So you’re the enemy?”
“That hurts. Aren’t you a monster now too, mommy?”
She’d only just awakened, so her mind was still all over the place. But as a monster now, there was no going back.
“How did I become a monster? You implanted the core while I was out?”
Elise glared at me. Her gaze had turned ice-cold, like she was disappointed in me.
This was the crucial part.
I planned to pin it all on Rosemary.
“I had no choice. Your mind was completely gone, mommy.”
“My mind was?”
“Rosemary’s puppetization implants a puppet ego entirely. Trying to separate it would’ve left you brain-dead. Remember your puppet days? How you lived as her slave.”
Days serving her daughter not as a mother, but as a slave, a puppet. It wasn’t outright humiliation, but it had to have driven a huge nail into Elise’s heart.
Betrayed by her own daughter.
“So you saved me by making me a monster?”
“Yeah. I need you, mommy.”
I whispered sweetly, licking her earlobe with my tongue.
“You need me?”
Elise had been one of Rosemary’s standout puppets. She wielded electricity.
Last ranked A as a hunter, but that was because she retired after marrying Alex way back—realistically, she was S-rank caliber.
Even as an A-rank turned monster, she’d hit S-rank easy. Depending on compatibility, maybe even SS.
And honestly, I didn’t plan to use Elise just as frontline muscle.
So where then?
Songdo power supply. Im Yoo-jin from Cheonsan Group had helped so far, but tails get caught if they’re too long. We handle what we can ourselves.
“Rosemary would just use you as a puppet. But I get to have this relationship with you? The kind of loving bond possible only because that bloodless child isn’t in the way.”
Gulp.
I could hear Elise’s throat bob in real time.
Ah, yes. This is it. This moment when someone with precious people slowly falls to my persuasion—I can’t resist it.
Ah, I’m already so excited down there, soaking wet. Feels like my clit’s standing at attention.
Wanna peel back the hood, grab my clit and tits, and masturbate.
But I hold back a little. Something way better than solo play awaits.
“W-wait, why is my body so sensitive?”
“Pent-up frustration, probably. Haven’t had your husband’s cock in ages, and that daughter turned you into a puppet so you couldn’t even masturbate.”
Bet she hadn’t felt sexual desire in ages.
And now freshly monsterized—like being reborn—and I’m giving her sexual stimulation. No helping it.
“Not a dick, but something better than dick—something that feels even greater?”
“S-something that feels good?”
“Intense enough to make you forget your husband and that traitor daughter’s betrayal.”
An evil dragon’s tail corrupts people by nature.
No matter how you use it—stab the chest, the eyes, whatever.
So I tore at her lower clothes and rubbed my tail teasingly against her pussy.
Schlick.
“Hngh... hnnngh!”
Just the tip, and this reaction? Entrance only shouldn’t be this much. Means my tail’s that fucking good.
Good enough to make her cum just from insertion.
“To hear moans like this from a woman with a husband and daughter. Pretty cute, huh?”
“D-don’t say that...”
So damn cute. Thanks to the Korean monster, she speaks flawless Korean too. Makes it even easier to fuck her.
“So, does your husband and daughter not exist anymore starting now?”
“Th-that’s...”
“I plan to shower you with love without holding back, mommy. Hate that?”
Schlick, schlick.
I started teasingly thrusting my tail into Elise’s pussy.
Aim was to cloud her judgment.
Her sensitized monster body, unstable emotions and mind. Intense pleasure hitting then? Even a sage would fall.
“Come here. Lean on me.”
“Hic... hnnngh.”
I tantalizingly attacked her entrance with my tail.
“Now, remember. What that wretched girl did to you.”
“Uwaaaangh.”
Awakening her monster self over her mother self.
Remind her only of Gloomy Mary’s evils, imprint that it’s not even a daughter.
Keep pumping pleasure, and only bad memories of her daughter will surface.
“Haa... haa. This... nooo. Feels too good. Wait, it’s not even a guy’s dick—why does it...”
“Feels good, right? That hateful daughter can’t do this filial piety. But I can? If you want, I can go for hours.”
Pleasure to erase the painful times.
Pleasure only I can give. No one else for her now. Can’t trust the daughter, make her look only to me.
“H-hours?”
“Think about it. What she did to you—things no daughter should ever do. And the puppet incident isn’t the only bad thing, right?”
Draw out only negative emotions toward her daughter, rebirth her as a villain unfit to be a mother to Rosemary.
Obviously better than a shitty-personality daughter—I’m the good filial one, aren’t I?
“Come on, think. Her disobedient acts, the annoying shit she pulled. Things you forgave only because she was your daughter. You think a girl like that could do this kind of filial service? What do you say?”
Kept injecting negativity.
“Y-you’re right. That’s no daughter. An ungrateful fool who doesn’t know the grace of being born.”
Yes. It’s seeping in. Negative emotions slowly consuming her.