Mother-in-Law?
Adult novel gaining popularity among in-laws, 'The Duke's Lady's Secret Rendezvous'. The author is Karl Brandt. A legendary figure who supposedly bedded every daughter in an actual ducal family, only to get beaten to death by the family head in the end. Even on his deathbed, he lashed out by proposing an election for the next head. With support from the lovers he'd seduced in advance within the family, he threw his hat in the ring—but the elders voted 10-1 against him out of the 11 total votes. The one yes vote was supposedly from the head's wife.
"Page 105. The duchess, the second heroine targeted in the family, says exactly that in her first sex scene. 'Is this really Earth?'"
I figured that line was just Brandt's bullshit bravado. The poor duke getting robbed of his beloved daughters might be true, but the dialogue was way too cringey.
But...
"It's real, fuck. Doesn't feel like Earth at all."
The universe flowed beneath my feet. In an endless expanse of night sky without a floor, stars danced and nebulae kissed. The moment I thought I'd squeezed out the very last drop, my vision cleared—and every direction was like this.
So, one of two things. Either an overdose-level hallucination from pushing climax too hard, like some drug trip... or the afterlife.
If I died like this, at least it's a good death, I told myself. Better than getting drained dry in dreams by a succubus horde.
But imagining my corpse, soaked not just in sweat and spit but every embarrassing fluid imaginable...
We're fucked. How am I gonna face the sisters? They're gonna pity me so much.
"...I'm hopeless. Who the hell am I expecting to clean up that bodily fluid-covered corpse...?"
- Keeps things entertaining till the end. Is that really all you're worried about?
"Gah—!"
A voice echoed from empty space. I whipped around frantically, but nothing. Just stars twinkling like blinking eyes.
Yet someone was here. No doubt about it. Beyond that harp-like beautiful voice, there was a palpable, heavy presence.
"...Who are you?"
- I am the goddess Ishtar. Born from a handful of foam, I am lust that topples mighty kingdoms, the universe's whim spreading passion and war, mistress of the endless river of pleasure.
Only people with massive grudges against their parents—standing in line at government offices to change their names—would have titles that grandiose.
I felt like I'd gotten tangled in something way beyond my pay grade. This was a crisis dwarfing a measly 100,000 gold debt.
- Let me see. Wondering how you survived union with 'my daughter'? Turns out you've handled this level of stimulation before.
One corner of the void rippled like a water drop, then parted—revealing an embarrassingly vivid scene. Me and Esen clumsily bumping hips.
- This must be it. Adorable. A plain virgin somehow quells a tigress in heat all by himself. Must've been rough.
"Y-Yeah...?"
- I liked your attitude charging into life-or-death peril without ulterior motives. Your selfless sacrifice. Your stamina enduring the harsh trial. A most satisfactory offering. I can place great expectations on you going forward.
What the hell are you expecting from me? Whoever you are, I don't want to get involved. Please don't read my thoughts too.
"Th-Thank you...?"
- Polite too. I like that. You've only been watched through my daughter's eyes till now, so this is our first meeting for you. Should've talked sooner.
"Th-Thank you!"
- Yes, yes. That's my son-in-law.
"Son-in-law? Wait. Are you saying you're my mother-in-law? I've never been married—"
- You're not my son-in-law? Then you plan to abandon 'my daughter'? After sweet-talking her with first love nonsense, taking her purity?
Purity? First love? ...'Daughter' probably means the Monica sisters. So this voice might be the mysterious god they serve.
What was it again? Something like goddess of sex. No wonder they kept it hidden. Had to. Otherwise, questions everywhere. Doesn't match their usual modest, gentle demeanor at all.
- Well? Answer me.
Shit.
"No plans to abandon her at all. What are you talking about!"
- Good choice. Was about to show you what happens to those who refuse my favor.
Omnipotent Mitra, protect me with your eternal sunlight. Anyone but Mitra—please save me.
"Um, are you saying your daughter is Monica sister? Then what exactly is she?"
- My daughter, so of course a succubus.
That hit like a thunderbolt.
- Relax. Just kidding.
Of course. I forced a laugh to play along.
- But she is a succubus too. That's what my daughters were called in ancient times.
...So is she or isn't she? The goddess wasn't trolling me. The sisters were succubi—and not.
"So the scary monsters fighting our party members... are fakes, right?"
- Succubi that only invade dreams without touching flesh? Those pretenders the real deal? My daughter Monica is leagues beyond lowly beasts.
According to her, the succubi we know as monsters aren't originals. Cheap knockoffs born when Ishtar's handmaidens betrayed to the demon king's side.
The betrayal reason? Kinda funny. They had to tithe a portion of pleasure gained like taxes to the goddess—and didn't want to. Lust tax evaders.
Do they have sex tax collectors? Intercourse accountants? Real 'true' succubi, per Ishtar, are special women born with her blessing. Priestesses of lust who suck essence from men lifelong, offering erotic power to Ishtar.
Makes sense—her body temp was warm, and she seemed human no matter how you sliced it. A god's daughter couldn't be a monster.
- Be honored. In ancient times, kingdoms offered cartloads of gold for one kiss from a 'true' succubus. Even fewer in history have been accepted by me as my daughter's husband.
Ishtar chuckled softly. I nodded humbly as I could. Inside, I was dumbfounded.
- Anyway. Can't welcome my son-in-law empty-handed. Nor send away unscathed one invited alive to my realm. Personally, I want to gift something to win you over.
- So for three reasons, I'll grant three wishes.
"...Pardon?"
Sudden offer.
- Everyone has a few envies or grudges in life. Like your sibling's tuition. Porters' bad rep. Or that 100,000 gold debt.
She nailed my worries. Gotta stop praying to Mitra. Another god spotting it might squash me.
- Speak. What about your old party? Don't you want to kill Adamanthon and his whore entourage?
"Uh, first: please don't harm me or those around me, in any way."
- What?
Reflexive defense. Money or rep I can handle myself—if I'm alive. With three wishes, investing one in safety seems smart. Hell, blow all three on 'spare me', 'send me back', 'never meet again'. Wise, if she doesn't rage.
I'm in the beast's maw right now.
But Ishtar, contrary to expectation, laughed hugely, shaking the cosmos. Ears didn't ring, but my spine buzzed uncomfortably.
She spoke again, wiping tears like from laughing too hard.
- You're clever, huh?
"Just a powerless lowly porter prioritizing personal safety."
- I promise. Won't act like some prankster evil god over wishes.
Not like I hadn't considered trolling her.
"R-Right..."
Scary as fuck, for real.
- I'll send you back unharmed, pristine. Leave your people be too. So, remaining wishes?
"...Not a wish, but a question. Can I save them for later when I think of something?"
- Eager to return to my daughter? And your lover made before that.
True. But that realization filled my head with we're fucked. If the guy who seduced her daughter already had a girlfriend, how would a god-powered MIL react?
- Face hardened. Worried I'll be offended? Relax. I only care if it turns me on.
...That's a mom's attitude?
- Of course I love my daughter. But I won't judge by human marriage rules. More important is the sexual energy you channel through her. Ah, a sneaky male crossdressing into a pure girls' group. Fine setup.
Her coquettish voice chilled me a bit.
- Want to bank two wishes for later? Cheeky, but no intent to mock me, so approved. Mitra's followers starved me; thanks to you, I feasted on lust properly for once. Expect similar banquets ahead?
"H-Haha..."
Did I awaken some evil god? Right?
- But, Tan Bantai. In exchange, I command you.
"Yes?"
- When beautiful women approach to entwine bodies, don't refuse. I'll weed out black-hearted ones myself—don't worry, just fuck them, ravish, breed.
"......Pardon?"
- Become a playboy. Enjoy fully. Entertain me. I'm curious what'll happen in your nights ahead. If you're too timid... fine with just my daughter. Tigress girl as bed 'party member' too. But passionately. Like your first night with those two.
That's the 'request'? Called me here for that? I'm no sex coach or procurer—
- Of course, never cast out my daughter from your arms. Or I'll kill you. Abstain, and you're dead too.
"...I won't abandon her. I'll do my best."
- Good. Keep offering tribute, and you won't lose my favor. Now go. Exit's there.
A tacky pink door materialized. Handle was embarrassing: man and woman arched backs, intertwined. To open, grip between their groins and turn.
Hesitating to touch, I realized I'd forgotten goodbye.
"Um, Ishtar-nim? Or mother-in-law—"
- Call as you like.
"Thank you for your kindness. Hope to meet and talk properly someday—"
- Was that a wish?
Regretful tone. Chills hit—did I screw up?
Shaking my head slowly, laughter came.
- If you'd wished that, I'd have stopped you. At least once.
"Why?"
- Can't make my daughter a widow. Karl Brandt, last to earn my favor, ignored the 'don't meet me' warning. Lucky you. My youngest daughter's son-in-law seems wiser.
...If that's the Karl Brandt who bedded the ducal daughters, maybe he wasn't just beaten to death.
"You with us?"
"Nope."
Cold sweat from the ordeal. Groaning, I opened my eyes. Esen beamed down innocently.
No rain-soaked look, no panting from battle. So it was all over.
Hesitating on my first worry, Esen patted my bedded shoulder.
"No one saw."
"Saw what?"
"No one saw you passed out covered in fluids and sweat."
"...You did?"
"That how it sounds? Slipped up."
Esen giggled. But her smile seemed a tad sad.
"I kept it secret. No one caught a whiff or suspicion. About what happened."
"...Couldn't even wipe down, and no one noticed? You covered?"
"Not me—Monica sister. Panicking, she chanted a prayer, and you both cleaned up instantly. Maybe that 'rite', but she said her faith surged suddenly."
...The sex goddess, greeting as MIL then dipping, handled cleanup neat.
'Have sex.' Her terrifying command. Sure, I enjoy it. Way better than 'don't'.
But...
Groaning over whether to voice it, Esen muttered she'd return later and rose.
"Shouldn't poke patient. Rest up."
Hand propping to rise, I grabbed hers. Arm moved first. Her trailing words felt lonely. Tail drooping pitifully.
"What about the job? Overseer say?"
Esen's surprised gaze turned triumphant. She flashed her badge from her pocket. Gold S-shape gleamed.
"On-site promotion. Cool, right?"