Mom Competition (8)
After hearing about my Gift from Lilith, I took a moment to sort through my thoughts and asked her,
"So... my Gift has the ability to absorb the powers of the women I've fucked?"
"Yeah, it's not one hundred percent certain, but there's enough evidence pointing that way, so it's safe to assume."
The test I'd done—gripping that stone.
It crumbled in my hand without me even trying hard. That was proof my body now had werewolf-level superhuman strength.
I brushed the stone dust off my hands with a whoosh and spoke up again.
"And it also gives me the ability to make women like me?"
"Only when your Gift is active... meaning, only when you're hard. But Ariadd vouched for that one, so it's solid."
Not that it was my place to say, but...
An ability to charm women only when erect, or superhuman physical enhancements that only kicked in during erections—it all sounded pretty damn perverted.
But that wasn't the point.
I thought back to all the non-human women I'd fucked so far.
Eileya the werewolf, Sati the satyros, Mano the minotaur, Mary the sheep beastkin, Mumungmumung the slime.
And a shitload of other diverse non-human chicks.
But...
Why were the manifested abilities werewolf physical enhancement, the satyros aphrodisiac scent that induced heat, and endless erections? I had no clue about the permanent boner part.
Anyway, one thing was clear...
"Does that mean... this lady... went into heat because..."
I could see Hoaran muttering that to herself after hearing about my Gift from Lilith, just like I had.
Her heat cycle, which had come earlier than expected.
The sudden onset of Hoaran's heat was all because of me.
More precisely, because of the cum I'd shot while jerking off near her.
The wet dreams before that probably contributed too.
Either way, Hoaran's heat hitting early—unlike usual—and her ending up showing me sides of herself she'd never planned to in that unexpected situation—it was all on me.
I turned to Hoaran, who looked stunned and dazed, and said,
"Uh, Hoaran-mama. Sorry if I caused this for no reason..."
She shook her head at me.
"Nay, 'tis fine. Moreover, it wasn't as though thou didst intend it, Hanjo. If anything, learning the reason for my heat arriving sooner than anticipated is a relief. If 'twas due to a Gift that induces heat in females... then everything that happened to this lady makes perfect sense."
That was Hoaran's take.
She let out a sigh of relief, like it was actually a good thing. It left me with a weird feeling.
What the hell was she relieved about, anyway? I was dying to know.
It felt like asking her straight-up "What's so relieving about this for you right now?" would lead to something entertaining.
But the mood wasn't right for that.
Lilith was still watching Hoaran—sighing in relief with a serious face.
Finally, Lilith spoke to her.
"...Anyway, that's the deal. I'll let it slide that you did that shit to Hanjo."
"...Let it slide? What dost thou mean by that, Lilith?"
"Isn't it obvious? All the stuff you did to Hanjo. It was an unavoidable accident, so we can just call it that."
Lilith ground her teeth and continued.
"Of course, that's separate from you adopting him as your son. Right? You fucking fox bitch?"
"That..."
Before Hoaran could respond, Lilith cut in.
"No, that too... it must've been because this idiot's Gift was going haywire. Can't be helped then. Fine, I'll forgive that too—as a special exception. So... cancel that bullshit about making him your son right now."
"...Bullshit? Cancel it, thou sayest? Art thou telling this lady to sever a bond already forged?"
"Everything—liking this idiot, suddenly taking him as your disciple or whatever—it was all because of that. You should be thanking me. I'm just telling you to cancel drunken nonsense that amounts to the same thing. I'm covering for your mistake here. Shouldn't you be grateful? Huh?"
Hoaran's tails drooped at Lilith's words.
"Covering for this lady's mistake? Dost thou claim this lady spoke idle words?"
"...Didn't you hear me? It's all because of this guy's Gift. You liking Hanjo, deciding to make him your disciple or son—everything."
"I cannot agree to that. This lady is a celestial fox who hath cultivated herself for centuries. I am not one to spout nonsense swayed by mere trifles. Even if Hanjo's Gift was the trigger, the final decision was wholly this lady's will. Thus, I cannot now cancel the bond with Hanjo."
Lilith's face twisted in anger at Hoaran's response.
"Bullshit, you fucking cunt. A bitch in heat squeezing another woman's son's dick with her tits."
"Th-that was..."
"What, fucking hell—no, if it wasn't the Gift messing with you, then it was your true feelings? Huh? That's what you're saying, right? You horny fox bitch?"
Hoaran blushed furiously but couldn't retort to Lilith's near-abuse.
Made sense. She'd just boldly claimed she wasn't influenced, but moments ago, she'd been in heat doing exactly that stuff. No words for it.
Half of it was my fault for lying, though.
I'd told her everyone does it.
Half the blame was mine.
I'd stopped her from drowning herself in the lake out of guilt, but regardless, I was responsible for her doing that.
I hadn't refused her handjob offer either.
The mood was turning into another blowout, so as their "son," it was on me to intervene.
I raised my hand tentatively, and both Lilith and Hoaran looked at me.
"What, now you're mimicking that fucking fox bitch and talking shit?"
"Just... I have a question. Can I ask?"
"...Fine, whatever. What?"
How to stop these two from fighting right now?
The answer was obvious.
"Can't you both just be my moms?"
They glanced at each other and said,
"You call that words coming out of your mouth?"
Lilith's face screamed, What the fuck is this bullshit?
"...This lady hath no issue with it. After all, this lady knew she would be second when she proposed it to thee, Hanjo. Lilith, as long as thou dost not prattle about making it 'never happened,' 'tis fine."
Hoaran nodded like she'd planned this from the start.
"What? No, you crazy bitch."
As Lilith glared daggers at Hoaran again, Hoaran spoke up.
"To be frank..."
Hoaran, who'd been in a tense standoff with Lilith moments ago, hesitated and said,
"...Now, this lady can only have Hanjo."
She blushed as she said it. Lilith's face contorted.
"What, you fucking whore—"
Honestly, I had no idea anymore.
How the hell was I supposed to stop this?
Then, a way to break the deadlock popped into my head.
"How about this."
They both turned to me as I spoke.
"This little shit's about to spew more bullshit..."
"Speak, Hanjo. This concerns not only us, but thee as well, doth it not? If possible, this lady shall heed thy will."
"No, this crazy bitch is sucking up again. Fucking hell..."
"Come on, at least hear me out first before deciding if it's bullshit."
"Why bother? We know it's bullshit."
No.
That's too much.
I thought it was a decent idea from my own head.
As I drooped my head with a gloomy expression, Lilith's voice came close to my ear.
"...Fine, try it. I'm curious what bullshit you'll pull now."
"Knew you'd say that, Mom."
"You little—"
I flashed a big grin, lifting my head like the gloom was fake. Lilith scowled.
Pulling pitiful faces was one of my few talents.
"Anyway, assuming you're both cool with it, here's the plan?"
Drumroll.
No fanfare, so I just paused dramatically in my head before speaking.
"From now on... we'll start the Battle for Hanjo's Mom—"
"Total bullshit, you fucker!"
Lilith's hand chopped my head.
"You goddamn lunatic dog. I was an idiot for believing you wouldn't spew crap."
My head throbbed like it was caving in. I rubbed the spot, checking for dents, as Lilith snarled.
"No, even I know it sounds like bullshit, but hear me out."
"No need to hear shit from a psycho like you!"
"Let us hear him first, Lilith."
Lilith looked dumbfounded at Hoaran's words.
"You're not serious about listening to that crap, right?"
No.
Bullshit, bullshit—harsh much.
I'd planned bullshit, sure.
"Anyway, just listen and judge. Okay?"
Lilith scowled but finally opened her mouth.
"Fucking hell. If it's bullshit, you're dead."
I was a bit scared it wouldn't end with a chop this time, but I pressed on.
"The point is, you both wanna be my mom, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Indeed."
They nodded.
I continued, looking at them.
"Like I said earlier, I'm fine with both of you being my moms."
Lilith became my mom first, sure, but Hoaran had too—process be damned.
Double-booked mom situation.
Did moms have to be singular, anyway?
Normally, yeah, but I'd never had even one normal mom.
I'd lived my whole life without one, so having two now felt like balance.
I could just accept both as moms.
No more fighting between Lilith and Hoaran, all upside.
Downside: double the filial piety duty.
But that was fine.
I had no dad anyway, so what would've been split between mom and dad was just mom x2.
No issue for me.
The problem was Lilith, who wouldn't compromise unlike the flexible Hoaran.
"So, you two compete on who's more mom-like. I'll score it as the son—"
Lilith shot up.
"You little shit, I told you no bullshit."
"No, it's not bullshit."
It was, though.
"What you're saying is bullshit, fucker. You think that's normal talk? 'Why not both moms?' If not, compete on who's mommier? You fucking asshole."
She stomped toward me.
"Why should I compete with that bitch in the first place? It's weird. I was first—why with the latecomer—"
"Sorry about that, but what can I do? It happened."
"What, fuck—say no!"
No, that's why we're here.
The contract with Lilith was a contract.
The oath with Hoaran was an oath.
Couldn't back out now.
"So, what exactly shall we compete in, Hanjo?"
"No, you crazy dog lunatics..."
What to compete on for "mom power"?
Cooking?
Housework?
I'd have to know from experience.
So, I'd decide arbitrarily.
I was scoring anyway.
"Uh, first..."
As I pondered, Lilith snapped,
"No, who said you can run this shitshow? I never agreed."
"Then withdraw, and be done with it. Fear not, Lilith. This lady shall care for Hanjo well."
"You, dog, ah, you, fuck..."
Before Lilith's blood pressure exploded, an idea hit.
"First off... my Gift's still raging. How do we fix it? Can't stay like this forever."
Lilith was back, so time to head home.
Knowing my Gift's powers meant we had to resolve it.
I knew the risks roughly.
It didn't affect me much, but it hit Lilith and Hoaran hard. A rampaging Gift like this—wandering with a flopping dick? I could imagine the results.
If I got quietly dragged off and gang-raped, that'd be lucky.
To leave, we had to handle this first.
"So, who wants to go first?"