Chapter 123
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Dream Demon Family Love Sharing (1)
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Looking back on my life, I couldn't help but wonder how I'd ended up as such an unfilial son, but it was unavoidable.
When I first 'possessed' this body, it had been one survival crisis after another.
I opened my eyes to find myself trapped in a world that was like a game on hellish difficulty, nothing more than an academy straggler with no connections or talents to speak of.
Every single day, I'd struggled just to stay alive.
Eventually, I'd made it back to this home they called 'Paradise,' but things weren't much different here.
I'd been dragged off by my sisters right away and given a thorough 'education' for 'misusing my dick.'
Not that we were blood-related or anything, but to anyone looking in, I was clearly the headache of a son who only stirred up trouble in this house.
'...When I think about it like this, it's fucking catastrophic.'
Finally home, and the first thing anyone sees is the son getting caught by an instructor while pounding five pussies one after another...
And one of them was even a virgin pussy.
Now I wondered what face I could even show my mother.
But family was family.
They were existences I had to face eventually, sooner or later.
And the longer I put it off, the harder it would get.
Yeah, better today than tomorrow.
With that resolve, I headed to my mother's room.
She had come up from the underground library by now and was in her private powder room, her personal sanctuary.
I knocked carefully, my heart pounding a little with tension.
Knock knock.
"Mother. It's me, Ihyeon. May I come in for a moment?"
"......"
No response came from inside. But I knew she was there.
The faint scent of her favorite perfume wafted through the door crack.
Sure enough, a soft click soon followed as the lock disengaged.
I took a deep breath and eased the door open very carefully, stepping inside.
The room was filled with whites and sparkles everywhere.
She sat on a plush velvet chair in front of a large full-length mirror, gracefully sweeping back her long black hair, her delicate hands tenderly handling the array of cosmetics on the vanity one by one.
"Mother."
"...It's been a while."
Her voice was calm and serene, as always. Without thinking, I clasped my hands neatly in front of me and waited for her next words. Mother began slowly, elegantly brushing down her long straight hair that reached her waist.
"Today, I heard a bit about you from Lord Laupay."
Without pausing her brushing, she met my gaze through the mirror and spoke.
"You've been up to far more things—and far bolder ones—than I imagined."
"...Yeah, that's how it turned out."
"I'm not sure if 'that's how it turned out' covers it."
Oof.
What do you do in a situation like this?
Just bow my head and take it?
But even though Mother looked angry, her voice lacked the sharp edge of real fury it used to have.
'Ah, screw it!'
I finally raised my voice as she expertly twisted her hair up and pinned it in place.
"Here's how it all went down!"
I stopped hiding anything and laid it all out honestly—everything I'd been up to.
Founding the Arbiter Guild, meeting the witch Doris Finch, making the doll of Miyazaki Rena, and even conquering Instructor Seraphina.
I spilled every detail, no matter how sexual or crude.
Mother was from Paradise, after all. She wasn't the type to lose her composure over such lurid tales.
Sure enough, she listened silently, without a single rebuke or condemnation.
Her silence only made me more anxious.
"Mother... why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you mad?"
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Well... because I've only caused trouble at home and made you worry..."
"Ihyeon."
"Yes."
"You're not a child anymore. As long as you take responsibility for your life and carve your own path, that's enough for me. No matter what you do or what choices you make, as long as they're your own judgment and you can bear the consequences, that's plenty."
Her warm yet firm words left me speechless for a moment.
Maybe Mother was even more understanding than I'd thought...
"But."
She added,
"It was reckless to dive into those things without a word. When you visited the witch's mansion, you could've died spurting blood from every orifice the moment you stepped on that carpet."
See?
She is mad.
Her soft, measured tone felt scarier than any shout, and I could only bow my head and agree.
"Yes, you're right. I was too short-sighted. I'm sorry, Mother."
And so her long, stinging lecture continued.
By the time it wound down, I could sense the chill in her voice easing bit by bit.
I seized the moment and sidled up to her with practiced nonchalance.
"Mother. I really messed up. I've been so thoughtless. How about I give you a massage for old times' sake?"
"...No need."
She refused coolly, as expected, but I pressed on.
Grinning, I slipped behind her and gently placed my hands on her slender shoulders.
Fortunately, she didn't swat them away.
"...You're such a nuisance."
Safe?
Honestly, cold sweat was pouring down my back. I wasn't even sure if this was the right move—Yura had told me to do it, but I had no guarantee it'd work.
I began massaging her shoulders ever so carefully.
"How's that, Mother? Feel good?"
"......"
No answer. But she didn't shake off my hands.
That alone was a decent start.
I started by gently kneading the tension in her trapezius and shoulders. Her body was stiffer than I'd expected.
"Your muscles are really knotted up. Must be tough."
Gradually, I extended my touch to her nape and back, my fingers gliding softly up and down her spine.
When my palms cupped her shoulder blades and pressed firmly,
I caught the faintest moan-like sound escaping her lips.
"Mm..."
It was so small and faint, she probably didn't even notice it herself.
'Huh? Do I actually have a talent for massages?'
Emboldened, I kept going.
"Better? Feels knotted here too, huh."
"...A little."
A short, curt reply, but she answered.
I delved deeper into her tense muscles. As my fingers trailed down her spine to the narrow curve of her waist and pressed,
her body twitched faintly.
A more sensitive reaction than I'd imagined.
"Mother. Mind if I lift your top a bit? It's hard to get the pressure through the fabric."
"...Do as you like."
She even granted that request.
I hesitated for a second.
Was Mother actually hoping for my touch?
The moment she gave permission, I undid her blouse buttons without pause.
Her snowy white, smooth back and waist lay bare before me.
I swallowed dryly and placed my palms directly on her bare skin.
Hot.
My palms' warmth seeped straight into her cool skin.
I kneaded her waist softly, then slid lower, pressing my thumbs firmly into the dimples just above her ass crack.
"Hngh...!"
This time, a much clearer moan burst from her lips.
'Why are you moaning so lewdly...!'
The fetish Yura had force-fed me in the Hall of Illusions reared its head again.
I'd started out genuinely trying to massage her, but that little sound had my cock throbbing wildly, driving me insane with lust.
The urge to grope and suck those plump tits right in front of me filled my head.
"...I'll focus on the chest muscles now."
Confirming her reactions weren't bad, I grew bolder, more intimate with my touches.
My hands slid from her waist up her sides, inching slowly, ever so slowly, forward.
And at the climax, when my fingertips were about to brush the soft underside of her ample breasts—
My vision suddenly blurred.
The world spun, plunging into a foggy mist.
"Ugh... urk...?"
Dizzy, I staggered.
I looked down at my hands.
What the hell?
The dizziness passed quickly.
When I came to, I was still in Mother's room, right there.
But everything had changed.
Mother sat in the exact pose from the massage, deep asleep in the chair.
What happened?
Her clothes were still on, even though I'd undone them...
Above all, the room was filled with a faint pink mist carrying a sweet, sticky aroma.
'Ugh, this is...'
Mother's skill?
Definitely a succubus-type skill similar to creating the Hall of Illusions.
And sure enough, a small heart-shaped black tail swayed lazily from behind her like a living thing, content and playful.
A succubus tail.
True to her Dream Demon name, Mother's skill had activated unconsciously in her sleep.
"No wonder it felt too damn easy..."
Hah, fuck. So everything I did was a dream?
So close.
But how did I snap out of it so fast? I had no idea.
Maybe from being trapped in the Hall of Illusions for days, I'd built some resistance.
Or perhaps her skill was weaker when activated in sleep.
Maybe both.
'Which means...'
I swallowed hard.
And gazed at my mother, still deep asleep, vulnerably displaying her voluptuous chest.
The lust already simmering inside me blazed.
That lewd moan from before echoed in my ears.
What if I crossed the line here and went further?
Mother. Kang Mi-ryeong's defenseless sleeping face.
'This is her fault first, right?'
Showing me a dream like that and expecting me not to do anything? No way.
I didn't hesitate anymore. I knelt slowly, leveling my eyes with her sleeping form, and hooked a finger on the first button of her silk blouse.
Click.
I held my breath, watching for a reaction. Nothing. Only the tail's movements grew a bit livelier.
The second and third buttons came undone in turn.
Through the widening collar, ivory skin met the daring edge of black lace bra.
With the last button freed, only a thin scrap of fabric veiled her bountiful upper body.
'Can't hold back anymore!'
Not that I was trying to.
I rested my palm gently over the soft lace.
I could feel her heartbeat.
I held my breath.
The sheer volume was too much for one hand.
Beyond the rough lace texture came the unbelievable softness and weight of the flesh. The taut bra barely contained the massive swell. Slipping fingers into the suffocatingly deep cleavage brought a rush of hot body heat.
'...Insane, for real.'
Size-wise, I'd groped some big ones, but why did 'family' make my body burn like this?
Forbidden. Taboo.
Wasn't that just porn talk...?
I swallowed and pushed the bra cups up. The enormous breasts spilled free with a soft plop, defying gravity no longer.
Dark brown—more than red—areolas stood pertly erect.
Brushing the stiff nipple peak made her sleeping body quiver faintly. The tail shivered visibly.
"Mm... hngh...!"