Am I Horny, or Is My Daughter Horny? (Married Woman)
4) Am I the one who got carried away, or my daughter? (Married Woman)
“Do you drink well?”
“Well... since you're Mr. Adorian, I'll be honest with you—I got into trouble with Meria while drinking...”
"Armeria isn't much of a drinker either. What did you drink?"
“...Wine.”
“Haha. Oh, sorry. Ugh, but imagining the two of you losing control just from drinking wine... hmm, that’s a bit much.”
She bursts out laughing mid-sentence, stops talking, and covers her mouth.
I know it’s funny too, so...
“I know you probably hate hearing this, but... you’re so cute.”
“I hate it.”
“Even the way you hate it is cute~”
Ugh, seriously.
Mr. Adorian and I arrived at a nearby inn.
Unlike how he’d been so aggressive with me in the restaurant room, it was surprising that he didn’t make a move the whole way here.
I felt like a pervert, sneaking glances at him the whole way here, wondering if he’d touch me, hug me, or steal a kiss.
“You’ve been glancing at me every now and then since we left. Were you secretly hoping for something?”
“No, well, I mean, I’m sitting next to someone who suddenly pounced on me at the bar, stuffed fruit in my mouth, mashed it with his tongue, and kissed me.”
“For someone who says they weren’t expecting it and are embarrassed, you’re being pretty specific.”
“It’s just that I’m flustered by Mr. Adorian’s behavior—I’m flustered, I tell you!”
Mr. Adorian supported my thighs, lifted me up, pressed me against the wall, and looked down at me.
... This might actually be kind of exciting.
“I-it’s heavy. Put me down.”
“Call me ‘sister.’ We’re not even 20 years apart.”
Of course, he looks so young that even though we’re only 20 years apart, he looks more like Meria’s older sister, and I don’t really get the feeling that he’s “Meria’s mom” yet.
“I’ll try, Aaah!?”
“Do I have to make you drop the formalities before you’ll call me ‘sister’?”
Ms. Adorian laughed as she lifted me even higher.
How is she so strong?
“Okay, okay, sister, sister! Ugh!?”
Ms. Adorian—or rather, Sister Adorian—carefully turned around and plopped me right onto the bed.
“You’re so strong. I’m over 50, after all.”
“You try raising two kids—a son and a daughter—on your own. See if you can handle it.”
Ah, so that’s why.
I thought a skilled mage would be different somehow.
She climbed on top of me, slipped her hand inside my shirt, and ran it upward, stripping me of my clothes.
“Wait, this is actually pretty dangerous. Meeting a kid you saw long ago now that they’re an adult, falling for them right away, and then pouncing on them with conditions attached… It’s a trashy sense of betrayal, but it turns me on.”
I don’t have a strong impression of her, so I’m not particularly excited…
But I’m getting a little turned on because I’m falling for her face rather than the situation itself, so it’s a bit different.
Seeing her climb on top of me like that, unable to control her excitement, actually makes me happy.
“Anyway, why do perverts keep swarming around me? I didn’t really have this kind of thing happen at the Academy or even after I became an adult. Is it really because of pheromones?”
“Well, isn’t it Sharuen’s fault for being so sexy? You’re blaming pheromones, but if someone grabs my butt while I’m walking down the street, is that Sharuen’s fault too?”
“You’re the only one who would do something so perverted.”
I’m not sure if she’s even listening to me, but she skillfully undoes my clothes, lifts me up, and takes off my top.
“Aren’t they pretty big? Did you have a lot of potential...”
“Whoa, they weren’t always this big. They got a little bigger after my heart transplant. And coming from someone who’s even bigger than me...”
“Even if they’re big, there’s not much difference. And ‘a little’ means they were already pretty big to begin with, right? They’re not getting any bigger?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Come on, it’s nice~”
I checked the mirror earlier and saw they’d grown a bit—about the size of my head—but even so, they’re still much smaller than my sister’s were five or six years ago.
What the hell is wrong with that lump of fat?
“My breasts are nowhere near as big as Milia’s, but do you like them?”
My sister tied her hair into a neat ponytail, then immediately tossed off her top and pinned me down with her chest.
“I didn’t really have this kind of inclination before, so it’s hard to say, but looking back, I guess it’s all good.”
Petite Eral, average-sized Meria, oversized Milia, the voluptuous Adorian, and the other girls from the Academy.
Now that I think about it, anything is possible.
“I don’t know who’s the bigger pervert.”
Then my sister pulled out some alcohol from her bag.
“I get drunk just from drinking that wine. It’s not like I can’t even stand up or anything, but thinking about what I might do while drunk makes me a little anxious.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay~ I’ll forgive you even if you mess up. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, so I actually want to experience it properly. Even if I say I’m frigid, I haven’t actually been diagnosed by a doctor—it’s just something I think to myself—so don’t worry too much about it.”
She definitely seems more eager than before, subtly swaying her hips.
Honestly, thinking back the next day, I was embarrassed, but when I really think about it, it was actually really good, so...
Still, maybe I’ve gained the ability to not get drunk thanks to the slime’s healing powers?
“Phew...”
Like hell. It doesn’t seem like that strong of a drink, but I’m already struggling even after just half a bottle.
Still, it’s definitely true that I can hold my liquor a bit better than before.
“Hehehe…”
And right in front of me is someone who can’t hold their liquor even worse than I can.
Like mother, like daughter—Meria was pretty tipsy too, after all.
No wonder she only brought out one bottle. She’s not so drunk she can’t stand up, but with her clinging to me like this, she’s been acting way more flirty than usual.
Still, I’m getting a little tipsy myself, and it’s making me feel pretty good.
“When was the last time you laughed at me for getting drunk on wine?”
“But that’s wine, isn’t it? I’m the one who drinks the hard stuff.”
Unless my sense of taste has gone to hell, it seems like it’s just a bit stronger than beer.
It’s not that the alcohol isn’t strong, but it’s the kind of level where people would just look at you skeptically if you called it “strong.”
I used to get drunk and have wild sex with Meria after drinking, but now I think I can outdrink her.
“So, is it me, or is it Armeria?”
“I get that you’re trying to throw me off, but how can someone I’ve only seen for a day be the same as someone I’ve seen for two or three months?”
“Then let me rephrase the question. Am I the one who’s horny, or is my daughter?”
Under normal circumstances, I’d be too nervous to answer properly or so flustered that the mood would die, but maybe because I was drunk, I found myself pondering it with a touch of seriousness.
“I’ll keep it a secret from my daughter.”
My sister sat on top of me, facing me, and said,
“That’s a surprisingly confident thing to say. Instead of ‘I won’t get upset if you’re honest,’ you say, ‘I’ll keep it a secret from my daughter.’”
“Armeria can’t do this for you, can she?”
Bringing her arms together to cup her breasts, my sister struggled to hold the drink against her chest in an awkward position.
Where did she learn something like that? For someone who claims to be frigid...
“Gulp... Ugh...”
“There, there~ It’s natural liquor~”
The liquor held in my sister’s breasts filled my mouth, and my head went fuzzy from the sudden rush of intoxication.
"Phew...! Ha... You started it."
Barely managing to stay on my feet, I threw my sister onto the bed.
“Eek~”
I climbed on top of her and looked down, and she smiled as she cupped both my cheeks with her hands.
"Wow~ I can’t believe the little kid I used to see has grown up so much. I kind of regretted not talking to you back then, but I never imagined it would turn out like this."
“You said you didn’t even remember me.”
“Well, I didn’t have any reason to go back there, and you were clearly just a kid. I felt like I’d get arrested if I asked how old you were, and I was already a married woman at the time—even though my husband had already left me—but anyway, anyway, anyway.”
Still, I’m glad it made such an impression on you.
I’ve had guys confess their feelings to me a few times, but lately, the number of girls doing it has been increasing.
Though, to be honest, because of the shape of my eyes, I’ve hardly ever had guys confess to me in the first place...
“Should I make you a new mom, Armeria? Or is it a new dad?”
“Who decided you’re my new dad?”
Ignoring her ridiculous remark, I lay down diagonally next to her and slipped my hand into her pants, gently rubbing her pussy with my fingers.
She’s just a little taller than me and looks a tiny bit more mature, but she’s kissing me like a total kid.
I heard she has a really bold and fiery personality, but now that she’s had a drink, she’s acting like a total kid?
“You were attracted to a minor and couldn’t forget her for years, and now that you’ve met her again after all this time, all you want to do is have sex?”
“Ugh...”
“So, what do you think? The naked body of the restaurant owner’s daughter, all grown up after all these years.”
I’m embarrassed to say it myself, but since my heart transplant, my skin and figure feel a bit more refined.
Before, with my fine muscles, a bit of extra flesh, and scars, I was far from the image of a beauty, but now the scars are completely gone, and even the extra flesh and flab have disappeared.
It’s a shame that Meria is the only one I can show off my before-and-after transformation to.
“Hmm… Anorgasmia treatment complete.”
“Haha.”
Honestly, all this constant praise is making me super embarrassed, but since he likes it so much, it’s not so bad.
“Ah, it’s hot.”
She followed my lead and tossed all her clothes aside. I mean, I got a succubus’s heart, but how does this lady have such an amazing figure?
Aren’t mages supposed to have bad backs from sitting at desks all day and be a bit chubby from lack of exercise?
“Hmm…”
Anyway. Um… what did Meria do back when I was drunk…
I’m bursting with the urge to get exact revenge, to torment her, but my head isn’t working properly because of the alcohol.
“Mmm... Hmm, ha... Sshh.”
I took a sip of alcohol and, without swallowing it, let it drip into her mouth as we kissed.
She’s already pretty drunk, but I just want to torment her in every way possible so she can’t even resist.
I’m going to fuck her like a dog.