The Fourth Manuscript: A Mother's Twisted Maternal Love
I focused on my mother’s voice as she read the opening of the fourth manuscript from The Knight Commander’s Secret Nighttime Etiquette Lessons.
“……When he brought a strange young woman into our home, a chill settled deep in my chest. For a fleeting moment, a terrible sense of betrayal surged through me, but I quickly shook my head and scolded myself. Of course. A fresh, youthful woman like her was far more suitable for him than a woman in her late thirties like me. Rationalizing my position, I hid the tremor in my voice and asked if she was his new lover. But his answer completely shattered my miserable expectations. Wearing that gentle, kind smile of his, he said, ‘This lady is a precious guest soon to be married to a high-ranking noble. Originally, she should have learned the most intimate nighttime etiquette from the lady of the house—her mother—but unfortunately, she never received proper instruction.’ He stroked my stiffened cheek tenderly and whispered into my ear, ‘So, why don’t you and I teach her together? All those deep, secret pleasures of etiquette that her mother failed to impart.’”
“Crazy bastard.”
I let out an involuntary snort and muttered under my breath. Hypnosis so powerful it could warp facial recognition and make a man mistake his own daughter for a stranger. The President, that vicious son of a bitch, was fulfilling my request at two hundred percent.
“……At first, the shame of serving him and behaving like a beast in front of a noble lady whose face I didn’t even know made my whole body feel like it was burning alive. But even that horrific embarrassment soon became fuel for an explosive pleasure. Beneath another person’s voyeuristic gaze, I surrendered completely to the most vulgar and base desires hidden inside me. The moment I reached climax, panting and cradled in his arms, my lovely daughter suddenly came to mind. Come to think of it, I had never once taught my own daughter these secret nighttime etiquette lessons because I was too busy devoting my life to the knight order. Yes. This was the perfect opportunity. I must teach her everything—every ecstatic sensation and technique of service that my body now remembers so perfectly. That would be the final duty a mother could fulfill for her daughter’s happy married life.”
The way my hypnotized mother had gone beyond shame and surrendered to lust, only to vow—with a twisted maternal love that didn’t even realize the “strange woman” before her was her own daughter—that she must teach those same lessons to my daughter! It was grotesque.
“Haa…… this is actually insane.”
I stared into empty space and muttered while she continued reading the manuscript. He really was the protagonist of the original story. He knew exactly how to make it arousing. To corrupt maternal love in the most horrific way possible.
I wet my burning throat and immediately gestured for my mother, Carna, to read the next section—the manuscript of the adopted knight daughter.
“Mother’s eyes were completely glazed over. To her, I was nothing more than ‘a strange noble lady here to learn nighttime etiquette.’ She had no idea I was the daughter she had carried and raised herself.”
“Ah! Hahahahaha. Kha ha ha ha! Oh, I’m losing my mind.”
Of course. The only ones who knew Camilla was a virgin were the protagonist who had taken her and me, the reader who had seen the process in text. That single line from Karin—the knight who believed Camilla was her real mother—maximized the irony of the entire situation!
Yes! This mutual delusion, this completely different dream shared in the same bed, was the very essence of the new original episode created when a foreign substance like me was mixed into this world!
“Haa, ngh!!!”
The overwhelming sense of depravity sent a cathartic rush through me. My lower body swelled so violently it felt like it would burst. My whole body still ached from the bruises, my bones screaming as if they might snap, but my brain—already enslaved by pleasure—numbed the pain completely.
I looked down at my hands, which had only recently regained sensation and could barely twitch. They were crude, wrapped in thick bandages, but they were more than enough to soothe the heat threatening to explode inside me right now.
“Mother. Do not stop. Keep reading. Carve every single letter of the despair that daughter felt into my ears without missing a word.”
I gave the order in a suppressed voice, leaning crookedly against the bed as I roughly shoved my bandaged hand into my pants.
Schlick. Scrape.
Every time the rough surface of the bandage scraped over my furiously swollen cock, a sharp pain and a pleasure hot enough to scorch my spine surged through me at the same time. Accompanied by my beastly, ragged breathing that turned even pain into nourishment for lust, my mother’s emotionless, mechanical voice once again filled the room.
“I had to watch with wide-open eyes as my mother, soaked in shame, surrendered to desire and cried out in ecstasy on top of that vile man. My mouth was sealed shut by hypnosis, unable to even scream, ‘Mother, please come to your senses!’ It felt like I was in hell. No—the real hell came after that. After finishing their act, Mother approached me completely naked and glistening with sweat. The gentle look in her eyes as she gazed at me was exactly the same loving gaze she had when she first taught me swordsmanship as a child. ‘Well? Did you watch carefully? Now it is time for the young lady to practice herself. Do not be afraid. I will kindly guide you.’ Mother’s soft hands slipped beneath my collar. The touch of the mother I loved and respected most in the world began to toy with my body, offering me up as a plaything for a stranger. The moment her fingers reached my most secret place and gently caressed it, I wanted to scream—but the only thing that came from my mouth were the same vulgar moans Mother had let out moments before. My body, thoroughly trained as that vile man’s toy, had already become shamefully soaked just from watching my mother’s performance. When Mother noticed how wet my underwear was, she smiled brightly and said in a delighted voice, ‘It seems I showed the act between man and woman so well that it excited you this much.’ At those words, my mouth betrayed my will completely and let out a horrifying reply of its own. ‘Thank you. Thanks to you, Madam, I feel I will be able to serve my future husband properly.’ It was unmistakably my own voice—the voice I had used my entire life to call her Mother, the most familiar voice in the world. But Mother, completely consumed by hypnosis and perceiving me as someone else, had no idea it was her daughter speaking. She simply rejoiced like a teacher who had found an excellent pupil. Then Mother’s gentle fingers began to carefully stroke the thin membrane of my virginity, which I had never allowed anyone to touch. ‘Giving your first time to the person you love is truly ecstatic.’ Mother whispered to me with an enraptured face, as if recounting her own first night with that vile man were some sacred ritual. And then… as Mother caressed my body and gave me that terrible advice, the devilish hypnotist approached from behind her once more and roughly thrust his monstrous weapon into her secret place. Mother’s waist arched like a bow again, and her pleasure-filled cries poured down onto my panting face. Mother caressing my most intimate place, and the man thrusting like a beast behind her. The more I thought about the future of this mother-daughter pair who had become that terrible man’s perfect toys, the more I wanted to bite my tongue and die. Yet contrary to my reason, which was being torn apart by despair… my body twisted its hips like a whore beneath Mother’s touch and that man’s gaze, growing unbearably hot.”
At that moment, the last thread of reason in my mind snapped completely. A vicious sense of depravity and conquest raced up my spine, turning my vision white. The breath I had been holding burst out, and I reached the peak of my twisted pleasure with a beastly, guttural moan.
Even as I panted harshly, lost in the murky afterglow, the emotionless doll that was my mother, Carna, continued her dry recitation like a machine.
“It was right then. The words that came from Mother’s mouth were the most shocking secret I had never known—and the worst possible revelation.”
Karin’s despair in the manuscript seemed to leap off the page.
“Mother whispered to me in a gentle voice, believing I was a stranger noble lady. ‘This is a secret shared only between him and me. The truth is… until quite recently, I too was a virgin who had never been embraced by anyone.’ It felt like I had been struck hard in the head. The purity of my mother, who had lived nobly as a knight her entire life, and the secret of my own birth that naturally followed… the horrific truth that all of it had been mercilessly trampled by that vile man was delivered to me in the worst possible way. But the true hell was what Mother said next. ‘Because I lived as a virgin all my life, I never gave my own child this kind of secret education, just like the young lady’s mother. But I realized something from this opportunity. Hehe. Tomorrow night, for the sake of that child’s future, I must teach her this wonderful etiquette myself.’”
Carna’s voice slowed slightly. She was approaching the end of the manuscript.
“I couldn’t breathe. What should have been a secret and precious lesson between mother and daughter… was going to happen in this horrific way… The time is coming. The hellish night when my body and mind will be perfectly trained into a whore by the hands of the mother who loves me most… is approaching.”
The reading ended.
I ran my hand down my goosebump-covered arm and burst into mad laughter.
“Kha ha ha ha! Ah, seriously… I can’t hold it anymore.”
The fourth manuscript—the preliminary battle, so to speak, for a mother personally teaching her daughter through sex in front of her. The moment this perfect record of ruin ended, the real main event of the education itself had to wait until tomorrow. Could there be a more vicious form of torture?
While biting my lip in impatience, my gaze fell on my mother, Carna, who had just finished reading the manuscript. Her eyes were empty. A perfect doll waiting only for my commands.
Suddenly, a crooked, bitter smile formed on my lips.
“Now that I think about it…”
I slowly sat up, spoke the keyword that would dominate her, and lifted the chin of Carna, who was kneeling obediently at my feet.
“If it is the refined etiquette of this world for a mother to personally oversee her daughter’s sexual education, then it only makes sense for a mother to take responsibility for her son’s sexual education as well.”
With eyes gleaming with greed, I whispered into her ear.
“Mother. I ask that you give me that ‘sexual education’ tonight as well.”
The moment my vile command fell, the emotionless doll’s lips slowly parted. Yet the voice that flowed out was gentler and more devoted than any mother in the world.
“Yes. I’ll do it for you. My son.”
Without the slightest hesitation, she began to loosen the strings of the luxurious silk dress she wore. In the deep, dark night of the Blake County Estate, in the room of a scoundrel impatiently waiting for the corruption of a knight mother and daughter, another bizarre and depraved lesson was just beginning.