Chapter 214
Chapter 214
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Whispers in the Haze
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Although Rozalin had offered me some alcohol, I deliberately refused.
I wanted to drink with her, but I couldn't just down a glass laced with aphrodisiac.
Even though I was the one who had spiked it.
"Hehe... Camellia..."
"Yes, Mother."
"Hehehe..."
In the end, Rozalin had gotten thoroughly drunk before I knew it.
She had drunk far more than expected on an empty stomach, which worried me a little, but her being this wasted was to my advantage.
Drunk was definitely better.
She had kept drinking the aphrodisiac-laced alcohol by herself, getting drunk on the booze and high on the drug all on her own.
I couldn't help but feel grateful.
Of course, Rozalin probably thought she had just been drinking normally by herself.
"Mother?"
"Yeah? Wha~t?"
Even as I rested my hand on her thigh, she giggled and responded to me.
Seeing her like that, I knew there wouldn't be any issues right now.
What I planned to do today wasn't anything terribly bad to Rozalin—it was just to implant a slightly different impression than usual.
Though part of me wanted to take advantage of her drunken state and do all sorts of naughty things.
"Why'd you call me? Hmm?"
"Just wanted to call you."
"Pffhehehe..."
Still, I had no intention of doing anything bad to someone this drunk.
Well, I had already done plenty of bad things.
"I've always thought so, but you seem incredibly beautiful, Mother."
"Really~?"
"Yeah, totally my type."
"Hehe... Aren't you prettier, my daughter? Cuter too."
"You think so?"
My hand was still slowly moving over Rozalin's thigh.
And yet, she didn't even seem to notice I was touching her like this.
Our shoulders were already touching, we were so close, and I could faintly smell the alcohol on her.
It was clear proof she was really drunk.
"Then... no one's prettier than my daughter, right? You've been super duper cute since you were little. Now you're super duper beautiful."
"Pffh... Thank you."
"Hehe..."
Whenever I saw her like this, Rozalin felt less like a mother and more like a peer my age—she was that adorable.
The age gap wasn't even ten years, after all.
A seven-year difference... in a mother-daughter relationship, that was more like older and younger sisters, wasn't it?
Of course, we weren't blood-related, so it wasn't even that, but you get the idea.
"Mother, want to try another sip of this?"
"Sure~?"
I encouraged her to drink more.
The alcohol didn't have an overwhelmingly strong booze scent; it had a bit more of a fruity aroma, making it easy to get even a drunk Rozalin to down it.
"Hehe..."
She had already drunk more than half the bottle, and she was drunk enough not to care that I was touching her thigh.
Or rather, not capable of caring.
She was so plastered now that she probably wouldn't remember most of what happened before she passed out tomorrow.
It felt like the right time to start executing my plan.
With that, I slowly began moving the hand on her thigh somewhere else.
My target for now... her stomach.
"Pffhehe... That tickles..."
I gently felt her lower abdomen, firmer than expected.
Rozalin didn't resist my touch at all and just leaned comfortably against my shoulder.
Watching her, I started pressing lightly on her lower stomach.
Not hard enough to hurt—just gently.
"Hmm..."
She let out a natural moan.
Was the aphrodisiac really working its magic?
I'd never tested it on myself, so it was pretty intriguing.
Press, press.
"Hnng..."
"How's that feel?"
"Go~od..."
Just pressing on her lower abdomen like that, and she already looked like she was enjoying it.
It was somehow erotic.
I was only pressing the area around her womb, but was her body just innately that sensitive?
They called it the "Porchyo" spot or whatever—I'd only touched it once.
I thought you had to train it regularly to feel anything there, but apparently not.
Or maybe... her body really was that lewd.
"Hmm..."
"Hnng... Ah... Haaa..."
"Mother, can I make you feel even better?"
"Do more..."
"Got it."
I got her consent.
It wasn't forced at all—she had asked for it, so with her agreement, I moved my other hand.
One hand kept gently pressing her lower abdomen, while the other headed a bit higher.
Naturally, targeting her chest.
"Hnngt..."
"No bra on, huh."
"Yeah..."
"Why not? Were you planning to drink and crash right after?"
"Yeah..."
It made sense.
She had probably planned to hang out with me a bit, wait until a reasonable hour, and then go to sleep.
As always.
But tonight, I had no intention of letting it end that simply.
Of course, part of that was because Rozalin's breasts felt way better than expected as I fondled them gently.
I'd touched Lize's and Ashley's before, but this was definitely different.
"Ahh..."
I always thought this, but Rozalin's body was too soft.
It was the perfect body to describe that way.
She wasn't overweight or anything, not remotely chubby, but it always felt that soft.
"How's it feel having your daughter touch you like this? Feels good, right?"
"Hnng...? Feels...?"
"Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah... Good..."
I whispered slowly into Rozalin's ear.
Her eyes were glazed over, unusually vacant, and she answered as if she didn't even know what she was saying.
But with all the alcohol she'd drunk, her memory would cut out completely.
She'd had way more than any other time she'd gotten drunk, and the aphrodisiac was making her state even worse.
"It feels good because I'm the one touching you, right?"
"Hnng..."
So everything coming out of Rozalin's mouth right now wouldn't stick in her memory properly.
But it would quietly take root somewhere deep in her mind.
"Right?"
"Yeah..."
"Anyone else touching you would feel bad. Right?"
"Probably...?"
"But me touching you—your one and only daughter—feels totally different."
"Hnngt... Hnng..."
To my strange words, Rozalin just gave compliant responses.
They were anything but normal, but drunk on alcohol and aphrodisiac, she couldn't judge them properly.
She was just listening to the words of her closest person, the one she'd spent the most time with.
"How do you think of your daughter, Mother?"
"Sweet... Cu~te... Pretty girl..."
"Right. Camellia is your incredibly sweet, beautiful daughter."
Even drunk, her responses were the same as always.
The usual answers.
I was grateful and happy about that, but the regret lingered.
I now knew it was impossible to easily change Rozalin's view of me.
That's why I'd decided to tweak that perception slightly and make use of it.
Shifting from daughter to romantic interest seemed way too hard.
"You're so fond of her you always want to spend time together—that's how much you love your daughter."
I gently patted her lower abdomen and chest.
Whispering kindly into her ear, I began saying those things.
"Lately, it feels like she's spending too much time with other kids or people, so it makes you sad, wasteful, heartbreaking—you love your daughter that much."
"Hnnght..."
"Even though she's your daughter, every time you see Camellia, she's so pretty and lovable that you can't look away."
"Hnn... Hnng..."
What I was doing now... was something akin to hypnosis.
Not real hypnosis, of course.
But in terms of imprinting an image deep into Rozalin's psyche, it was pretty similar.
"Spending time with your daughter, chatting happily together, being close, even her touching your body—all of it is precious."
In a steady rhythm.
Like playing an instrument, with careful touches, I kept caressing her body.
Each time my hands made contact, her body twitched slightly, but there was no sign of dislike.
If anything, she leaned into me more, her face full of pleasure.
"Every time your daughter touches you, you're grateful. Every time she takes the initiative, you're full of anticipation. Because she's the most precious, lovable daughter in the world. Right?"
"Yeah..."
"You're always putting Camellia above everyone else, wanting to grant her wishes."
"Yeah..."
"What Camellia wants is what you want. Isn't that right?"
"Right~..."
I quietly watched Rozalin, eyes closed, breathing deeply from the drunkenness.
A woman who looked far too alluring to call "mother."
She was my stepmother, but she couldn't help but look like a woman to me.
That was the reason she'd made me agonize so much over the past few years.
"How important is Camellia to you, Mother?"
In the midst of all those statements, I tossed out a question.
I was curious, I could guess the answer, but I asked anyway.
Not how she thought of me, but how precious I was.
It mattered how much I thought of Rozalin, but this mattered too.
"Camellia is... the most precious..."
"Really? Why is Camellia the most precious?"
The answer I'd roughly expected.
After all, aside from me, Rozalin had no deep relationships with anyone around her.
That made the reason even more intriguing.
"Pretty and cute... sweet... and piti~ful too..."
"Hnng..."
Through this time, I learned one solid thing.
My looks worked better on Rozalin than I'd thought.
They worked on other women too, but I hadn't been sure about my stepmother.
Now I had some confidence that they did.
"Haaa..."
"......"
I wanted to do all sorts of other things.
A Rozalin this drunk on alcohol, wobbling from the aphrodisiac—it wasn't an everyday sight.
I really wanted to try everything, but... I decided to hold off.
No matter what, doing it with Rozalin barely conscious felt too unsatisfying.