Chapter 126
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: Succubus Family Love Sharing (4)
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Come here. If that's what you want... I'll lend you this mother's womb one more time.
There wasn't a soul in the world who could refuse that temptation.
At the very least, I couldn't.
I approached my mother without a moment's hesitation. She was leaning against the shattered chair, her massive ass thrust out toward me.
It was a scene I could never have imagined in the old days.
I pressed myself against the entrance of her pussy, glistening with semen.
My cock twitched on its own, reshaping itself.
Into the form her body craved.
The head swelled thicker, like a mushroom cap, while the shaft sprouted thick, vein-like ridges that bulged unevenly. Thicker. Harder.
I slowly pushed my newly transformed cock into her pussy.
It slid in smoothly, yet those ridges scraped every inch of her inner walls.
"Ah! Ah! Hnngh! Th-that shape...! Your cock...! Eurgh!"
A sharp cry erupted from her lips, different from before. Her insides convulsed in delight, clenching around my new cock in welcome.
I grabbed her waist and began pounding into her like a hammer on an anvil.
Thwack! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each thrust upward made the ridges rake her cervix, twisting her waist as she screamed. Her enormous ass slapped against my thighs with wet smacks. The broken chair creaked perilously beneath us.
"Haaah, it's been so long...! Aaang! Ah! Ah! Deeper, deeper...!"
"Yes, Mother... I'll pound your pussy just the way it wants, fill it up...!"
I lost all reason, thrusting into her from behind like a beast. The more she screamed and shook her ass, the fiercer my conquering lust burned.
In the midst of my mindless pounding, my mother gasped out words between choked moans.
"Haak...! S-son...! A little more... to the right...! Hnngh! There, right there... scrape it harder...! Ang!"
She was telling me her pussy's weak spot herself.
I twisted my body slightly, just as she said, plunging my cock deep to the right. Her body jerked up in spasms.
I zeroed in on that spot relentlessly. With the ridges on my cock, I scraped and ground that sensitive flesh mercilessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Heeuuuuugh!"
Spliiiish!
A clear fluid gushed from her body like a fountain.
The hot, watery liquid soaked my lower abdomen and thighs. A fishy yet sweet scent filled the room.
"Haa... Ah... Ah...!"
My mother slumped against the shattered chair, utterly spent, panting raggedly. The squirting didn't stop after the first burst—it kept surging with my movements, drenching my cock, trickling down her ass crack, and pooling on the floor.
But in that moment, I felt a strange sensation sweep over me too.
My essence was being sucked away.
Through the connection of my cock, I could feel my life force, my energy, being drawn into her body—whoosh.
It wasn't the feeling of strength draining. My body felt lighter, pleasure amplified in a bizarre way.
My body was rejoicing. Every cell screamed to give more, to connect deeper.
'This is almost scary for real...'
If I lost control, I might end up a husk.
"Uuuhngh! So good, so good...!"
Every time I shook my hips roughly again, she thrashed in ecstasy. Her ass moved entirely at my command.
After pounding away endlessly for what felt like ages, she whispered to me through heaving breaths.
"Haa, haa... Son... When you hit my weak spot like that... Eurgh, I can't hold out...!"
"Weak spot...?"
"For succubi like me, ngh! Ah! Ah! who've been starved for so long... deep inside... the desire to bear a child...! Hnng! Aaang! That's our greatest weakness...!"
"Ah... Aah...!"
She cried out through tears.
"Impregnate me...! Fill this mother's belly... with your child...! Aaang!"
I instinctively knew it was a lie.
Hadn't she just said succubi use pregnancy to dominate men, turning them into eternal 'husbands'? And now claiming it was her biggest weakness? It didn't add up.
My mother had probably lost her reason even more than me the moment she transformed into that succubus form.
Well... her spiderweb pussy finally had a man, so who could blame her?
But knowing it was a lie didn't make me any more able to resist.
Even aware it was bullshit, her pleas set my whole body aflame.
I brought my lips to her sweat-slick ear, asking even more vulgarly on purpose.
"Really... it's okay? Even if I fuck you pregnant...?"
"It's okay...! Anything's okay, please...! Ah! Ah! Ang! Cum loads!"
She screamed in desperation.
I gripped her ass tight, grinning as I made one last check.
"What about your son... as a husband, Mother?"
At those words, she laboriously turned her head to look at me. Eyes lost to pleasure, face smeared with sweat, tears, and drool. She was nothing but a bitch in heat.
Her lips parted, and a voice dripping with melted-brain coquetry flowed out.
"Because you're... my son...! Hnng! Ang! That's why... it's even better...! Arng!"
A voice that ruined men.
Yes, this was a curse. A sweet curse shaking reason and instinct, dragging you into endless pleasure.
But who gives a fuck.
This time, I'd trust my Mental Pollution Resistance skill.
Whether devoured by the curse or enslaved to my mother, right now, the desire to impregnate this woman with my seed consumed everything.
I roared into her ear.
"I'm cumming, Mother!"
To squeeze out every last drop, I thrashed my hips like a madman. As her cervix seemed to open, I unleashed everything.
Bluuuuurgh!
Spluuurt! Spuuuurt!
It was an insane amount. All my semen, all my essence, poured into her deepest depths like a waterfall.
At the same time, my mother's body arched like a bow.
"Oogh... Eut, hooouugh... Haaaaang!"
Her womb spasmed, squeezing my cock. As if to suck up every last drop, her insides contracted and relaxed wildly.
I nearly blacked out from the intensity.
It was the moment mother and I became one.
How much time passed?
Silence settled over our panting, exhausted bodies, the afterglow of climax lingering.
I was still buried inside her, leaning against the broken chair to catch my breath. Mother was the same.
And slowly, the changes began.
Her swollen breasts and ass deflated to their original sizes, the lust fading from her bloodshot eyes.
Above all, the slutty vixen who'd taken all of me vanished, replaced by the elegant, dignified mother I knew.
Slurp.
Her pussy relaxed its grip, and my cock slipped out limply, coated in our mixed fluids.
She rose slowly, very slowly.
She straightened her disheveled clothes, wiped the dried semen from her cheeks and breasts.
Then gazed down at her bulging lower belly.
The emotion on her face was pure regret.
"......"
Mother said nothing.
I ventured cautiously.
"M-Mother...?"
"I'm sorry... I, I went mad."
Her voice was weary, laced with deep self-loathing.
"Don't worry about pregnancy. I'll handle it. And don't come to this house for a while."
"What? B-but!"
"What happened today never happened for both of us. For that... we need distance."
It was a strange feeling.
Instead of mending our mother-son bond, I'd shattered it completely.
But I had zero regrets.
If anything... it was fucking amazing.
Her body, that pussy welcoming me—everything.
I nodded for now. Rebelling here wouldn't help.
"Yes... I understand."
I gathered my clothes and dressed.
Slipped out, closing the door quietly.
Her final words, 'we need distance,' echoed in my ears.
Of course. She probably thought I'd be tempted by her body again.
'But whose fault is it that Mom's body is so damn hot? Mine?'
More than that, was this the end? Just once?
Fuck no.
Then Yura noona's words flashed through my mind.
That insane plan to conquer Mother.
When I first heard it, I thought noona had lost it. Gone crazy.
But now... maybe I was crazy too.
'Maybe I should team up with Yura noona now...'
My mind was made up.
Mother's issues were hers; mine were mine.
I'd rushed out of Paradise without even talking to Yura noona, so I headed straight to the Maker Sect's private lab to report victory to my loyal subordinates.
"I'm back. Good work, every—Huh?"
But the lab was nothing like I'd expected.
The room reeked of stale sweat. Parts and blueprints littered everywhere.
And in the center, everyone was utterly drained.
Doris Finch had her face planted on the desk, collapsed. Her dark circles reached her jaw—rough shape.
"...You okay?"
To my question, she replied in a voice like she was crawling, without lifting her head.
"Y-yes... A week of all-nighters... is a bit... intense... Urgh..."
The doll was the same.
My exclusive doll lay sprawled on the corner sofa anyhow. She glared at me sullenly with hollow eyes. None of her usual vibrancy remained.
While I was out fucking pussy, these guys were slaving away here.
I almost felt guilty.
"R-report... Master."
Still sullen-faced, but her voice carried its usual businesslike tone.
"Completed and returned with the Three-Eyed Witch, Laupe's doll. Immediately after... Instructor Seraphina's clone was also finished."
"Mm, good work."
"Yes... And if you succeed in making Seraphina your woman, Master... I recommend unsummoning the clone. It's currently in Seraphina's private office at the Academy..."
I nodded at the doll's—Aira's—advice.
I issued the unsummon command to Seraphina's clone left at the Academy, and a severed mana thread returned to me.
"So, what happened with Laupe? Why didn't she come back with you? I heard her clone visited Paradise today. Seems like it's wandering alone."
"My apologies... But she kept insisting on handling it herself... Probably best to wait for contact from her side?"
"Hmm, is that so. Maybe I should just resummon her?"
To my words, Aira shook her head.
"No need for us to worry first, Master. After all, that clone is also our 'supervisor.'"
Meaning it's better to let it roam free than force a summon.
Fine, if she says so.
I decided to trust Aira's judgment.
"We're going to get busier. Expanding the business bigger, linking up more with other groups. Aira, contact your main body and let Black Line know they can manipulate Seraphina."
Letting Black Line puppeteer a woman I'd claimed felt off, honestly.
But it was necessary.
Black Line was the one who wanted Seraphina gone originally. Leaving her be would raise suspicions.
From their view, a puppet they control beats a dead target any day—they'd play along with our plan.
Aira, who'd listened silently, spoke up.
"Regarding future guild operations, I have something to say, Master."
"Yeah?"
Aira straightened her slumped body, staring straight at me. Sparkle returned to her vacant eyes.
"You said you'd expand the business further, but our current operations are terribly inefficient. You've secured manpower via clone creation, and I've used them to make new dolls. It worked for the early stages... but if you're aiming to grow the guild and expand the 'doll business' further, this method has clear limits."
Aira paused, stepping forward.
She placed her small hands neatly over her chest.
"What you need most urgently, Master, is to learn my Doll Creation skill."
Business expansion?
Not yet at that level.
That's what Aira was saying.