Between Reward and Training: Grotesque Family Love
“Ugh… Hng.”
I had returned to the Blake County Estate right on time for lunch, only to be subjected to Camilla’s brutally intense physical training. True to her reputation as the Empire’s greatest Sword Master, her regimen offered no mercy whatsoever. The result was that every muscle in my body screamed in protest, forcing involuntary groans of agony from my throat.
“Bear with it just a little longer, Edric. If we don’t relieve the fatigue in these knotted muscles immediately after training, it will severely impact tomorrow’s session,” Camilla said in a resolute voice as she mounted my back. I lay face-down on the soft bed inside the secret chamber, and her hands—firm and expertly trained like only a Sword Master’s could be—began pressing and kneading my shoulders and erector spinae.
“Ugh… Easy, Camilla. What do you think my body is, some orc hide?”
“Fufufu. It is indeed skin far too refined to compare to an orc’s hide. That aside, you endured far better than yesterday. Even if those movements were forcibly elevated through the Count’s hypnotic suggestion… your body still remembered the excellent fundamentals of a knight all the way to the marrow.”
Her sincere admiration drifted from behind me, marveling at how quickly I accepted the training and improved. I swallowed a wry chuckle in silence.
This must be that so-called muscle memory I’ve only ever heard about.
Before my possession, I had been an ordinary man in his thirties who, every New Year, would boldly sign up for a three-month gym membership to lose weight—only to quit after a single month. For someone like me to keep up with this training… it could only be the muscle memory left behind by the original owner of this body.
…Well, sweating through physical labor has never suited my nature anyway.
To think I was now rolling around under one-on-one Spartan PT from the Empire’s top Sword Master. No matter how excellent the possessed body, I fundamentally loathed this kind of sweaty exertion, and I was sinking into deep self-mockery when I noticed the shift.
At some point, the hands kneading my back and waist had moved beyond therapeutic massage. They had become strangely sticky, overtly sexual.
“Haah… Ngh.”
Each time she stroked my sweat-slick, hardened back muscles, hot, excited breaths spilled from between her lips. Suppressed desire. The raw reaction of a female drunk on her own heat while touching her master’s body.
I turned my head and met Camilla’s gaze as she looked down at me. Her blue eyes—utterly at odds with her noble title as Knight Commander—already glistened with thick lust. On her flushed cheeks, shame and anticipation existed in grotesque harmony.
I slowly rolled over to lie on my back, then gently seized the slender chin of the woman panting roughly above me.
“Since you’ve sweated so much and rendered such excellent service for your master…”
My thumb traced her red lips with deliberate, viscous strokes.
“Naturally, I must give you a fitting reward, mustn’t I?”
At the low, provocative whisper, Camilla’s whole body shuddered as if struck by lightning. Like a pitiful beast craving its master’s affection, she rubbed her face against my hand and slowly closed her eyes.
“Master… Please… give me love……”
With that sorrowful plea she lowered her head, and I greedily claimed her moist, parted lips.
Chuuup, smack… smack, sluuuurp.
The wet, obscene sounds of mixing saliva lewdly filled the quiet secret chamber. The tongue that had once been a merciless training instructor now plunged deep into my mouth, transformed into the desperate greed of a female frantic to lick up even one more drop of affection.
She locked both arms around my neck, panting as though suffocating, yet refused to release my lips. The Sword Master who boasted the Empire’s strongest martial power was melting in pleasure, her entire body quivering from a single kiss.
“Haah… Mmm, chup…”
After a long, breathless exchange, I was the first to slowly draw back and separate our mouths. A thin, transparent strand of saliva stretched between us before snapping.
“Haah… Haah…”
Camilla stared down at me with unfocused blue eyes, breathing hard. Her cheeks burned peach-red from the heat of training and the thick aftertaste of our kiss. Her luscious lips glistened with saliva—the perfect face of a female utterly intoxicated by her master’s love.
Yet even as she panted in the afterglow, Camilla suddenly pressed a hand against my chest with renewed strength, as if something had occurred to her.
“Master… Haah… This profound love you bestow upon me…” she whispered in a mournful voice. “Please, give it to my daughter Karin as well.”
“Hooh.”
I raised a single eyebrow, intrigued. After devouring my tongue as though she wanted to monopolize me moments earlier, she was now asking me to share that love with her daughter.
Camilla bit her lower lip, her expression a complicated tangle of pleasure-seeking greed and guilt.
“Today… you saw it, didn’t you? In front of hundreds of knights, that pitiful sight of her bursting into tears and desperately screaming that she was ‘still a virgin.’”
Her voice trembled faintly.
“Why… why have you not yet embraced that child? She was chosen as your wife, yet only I, her mother, monopolize this excessive love day and night… while you neglect the very daughter who is to become your wife.”
She hung her head. The blind monopoly lust of a doll craving her master’s love and the twisted maternal love that wished for her daughter to be perfectly cherished as the legal wife were clashing horribly inside her mind.
I swallowed a laugh at the absurd logic. Just as I was being put through knight training that had never suited my original self, Karin had simply snapped under the stress of a forced marriage to a scoundrel and the pressure to get pregnant—yet Camilla interpreted it as her not having received love as a wife.
Indeed, is this the dominant thought pattern that rules the minds of women turned into dolls?
Marveling at that twisted single-mindedness, I gently shifted positions and laid Camilla down on the bed in missionary. Unlike her previous shameless, naked greed, she now looked up at me with the modesty of a shy bride, knees pressed together.
I stroked up her thighs and drove my length in one swift thrust into her narrow, scorching interior that had only recently lost its virginity.
“Ahk…! M-Master… Ah!”
“Everything has its proper order, Camilla.”
I whispered devilishly sweet, fatally tender affection into her ear as she trembled with confusion and pleasure.
“Right now, more than any woman in the Empire… I only want to possess you.”
At my blatant confession and the stimulation that came with it, Camilla’s face flushed crimson.
“Haaang…! M-Master… Please… getting so excited over the body of an old auntie like me… ngh!”
Tears shimmered in her eyes from the swirl of complicated emotions as she turned her head away. The self-deprecating words “old auntie” slipping from the lips of the woman once called the Empire’s sword snapped the last thread of my reason in the most pleasant way.
What’s wrong with being an auntie!!!
The very culprit who had instilled the sweet sexual wall of “widow fetish” into my teenage self through text before my possession was none other than you. The sacred realm I once dared not approach had, now that I was a man in his mid-thirties, become a perfect contemporary—and was melting so hotly in my arms.
Kugh… This voluptuousness that immature little brats could never hope to imitate! Auntie is the best!! I love aunties so much!!!!
Inside, I had regressed to my previous life’s teenage boy, shedding tears of rapture and cheering like a madman. On the surface, however, I gripped her sweat-soaked golden hair with the coldest, most arrogant predator’s eyes.
“Enough of that nonsense.”
My deliberately strict, icy voice echoed through the secret chamber.
“As your master—or rather, as family—let me give you some advice. Do not worry about Karin. If she is to become my precious ‘wife’ standing at my side… then you shall become the perfect, precious ‘family’ who will embrace us and live together with our married life forever as the ‘mother.’”
“Aah……!”
At my chilling yet affectionate declaration, Camilla’s blue eyes shook violently.
“Therefore, there is no need to rush. I will wait for Karin’s virginity until the day she willingly offers everything to me. Rather than taking it by force, I will claim her in front of you when she truly opens her heart. Until then, receive my desires in your daughter’s place… Camilla. No—Mother-in-law.”
My viciously twisted ‘marital bond’ and the sweet shackles of ‘family’ directed at her.
Camilla wore a dazed expression for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears. She hugged me tightly with a smile that mingled sorrow and ecstasy.
Even though her body had been reduced to a toy for her master’s lust, the grotesque relief of being accepted as her daughter’s companion and family began to perfectly devour the remaining ego inside the doll.
“Yes… Then, Master—no, son-in-law—you intend to enjoy only this auntie’s body until that day arrives. Fufufu. So cautious with your daughter, yet such a beast toward me.”
Her teasing complaint carried secret monopoly lust and overwhelming relief. The grotesque sense of superiority that only she could fully receive her master’s burning desire had completely paralyzed her feminine reason.
“Because you are ‘family’ fully qualified to receive it from me.”
I poured sweet poison into her ear, gripped her pelvis firmly, and began thrusting like a beast.
“Kuuuugh!! Ha, aaaaaah!!”
Camilla’s waist arched like a bow. Her violent contractions squeezed my member madly.
“Haaang! Ah, ah! Master! Me too… me… haaang! Harder, harder…! Please wreck my insides completely!”
Beast-like cries burst from her mouth—screams woven from despair, joy, and blind obedience. I kept pouring the deadly poison called ‘family’ into her ear while gripping her pelvis and thrusting like a beast.
In the pleasure driven to its limit, I emptied every last drop of my hot desire into the deepest part of Camilla.