Chapter 224
Chapter 224
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Confessing to Mother
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"What... what is this...?"
Rozalin stared at me with trembling eyes.
It was only natural, since she'd been fervently worrying about me just moments ago.
"It's fine. There's no problem at all between Mother and me."
"What do you mean by that? Why did you suddenly tie me up...?"
"Hehe... What choice did I have?"
There was no choice.
It wasn't my fault—it was Mother's... Rozalin's fault.
Yeah, honestly, holding back until now had been getting a little tough.
Every time I caught that distinctive rose-like fragrance wafting from her side, it was pure agony.
She probably had no idea.
"It's Mother's fault."
"Camellia...? Why are you so close...?"
I leaned in even closer to Mother's face—extremely close.
Our faces were now facing each other directly, and our eyes met.
Eyes that seemed slightly afraid of me.
I could understand that gaze, but part of me felt truly regretful too.
Of course it would be sad to receive such a look from someone I loved.
"I love you, Mother."
She really was... so incredibly beautiful.
That black hair I'd watched since childhood—every time I saw it, I wanted to stroke it.
Well, I had touched Mother's lovely hair before.
And those unique green eyes felt even prettier compared to my red ones.
They didn't look like mother and daughter at all. Black hair and green eyes versus golden hair and red eyes... But that didn't matter much anymore.
Not like it used to.
After all, Rozalin had long since stopped being just "Mother" to me.
Wouldn't it be better if our relationship looked more like lovers than mother and daughter?
"What do you..."
The fearful gaze shifted ever so slightly to one of bewilderment.
And so, I decided to finally act on the desires I'd suppressed for ten years.
She was... just too pretty.
"Mm..."
I kissed her just like that—the Mother I'd bound to the bed.
The Mother I loved.
My Rozalin.
"Mmph...?!"
I can't even say how long I'd waited for this moment.
At least ten years. No... maybe even longer.
But what mattered now was that I could finally have Rozalin.
"Mmph... mmph... smooch...?"
"Fwaah..."
A short kiss.
Just pressing our lips together, lightly wrapping my tongue around hers—that kind of kiss.
It was my first kiss too, so it felt a bit awkward, but I was satisfied.
"Ca-Camellia...?"
"Yes, Mother? What's wrong?"
"What in the world..."
She looked up at me, unable to finish her sentence.
That gaze tickled my body in the most delightful way.
Honestly, I was excited.
It wasn't laced with contempt or disgust—just pure, unadulterated confusion from Rozalin, plain as day.
"Why did I kiss you? Even using tongues?"
"......"
"Hehe... Didn't I tell you earlier? That I love Mother."
"That's..."
"Not as a mother. As a woman. Like this..."
"Eek...?!"
Rozalin didn't seem to fully grasp it.
So, I decided to make it crystal clear with a more direct approach.
Rozalin, bound to the bed, was still wearing nothing but her underwear.
Plus, while she slept, I'd already slathered her body with aphrodisiac lotion, leaving it quite... heated up.
Of course, she had no clue about that.
"I want to touch your breasts like this. Hold you. Kiss you like before. Do all sorts of naughty things."
"Camellia...?"
"Hehe... I'm serious. Why do you look like you can't believe it?"
Rozalin still wore that bewildered expression.
If I suddenly stripped off her underwear right now, she'd probably keep that same face.
"I brought you here like this. I took off your clothes. I tied you up."
"What in the world for...?"
"I told you. Because I love you, Mother."
Did she still not get the situation?
Rozalin kept saying things that didn't fit.
I'd explained it so simply.
I'd made it so easy to understand—why couldn't she grasp it?
"Hehe... You're so cute."
Her adorable reaction made laughter bubble up uncontrollably.
I was tempted to strip her bare and get to it right then.
Of course, I had no intention of rushing things out of nowhere.
"I've liked you as a woman since I was little. Always."
"......"
"Are you disgusted?"
I posed that question to Rozalin, still bound to the bed.
Well, even if she was, I had no plans to stop.
"I adore you so much, Mother. Don't you like me?"
"I don't... dislike you."
"Hehe..."
"But I see you as my daughter..."
"Why won't you finish your sentence?"
Rozalin below me trailed off without completing it.
Well, she'd basically said it all already, but she hadn't finished.
Why was that?
"Do you like me too, Mother?"
"Your eyes are scary... that's why..."
"...Aha."
...She wouldn't give me the answer I wanted.
Hm.
I'd expected as much.
I'd known for ages that Rozalin no longer saw me that way.
But in a situation like this, even a fake answer would have been nice.
In the end, Rozalin dodged and refused to say it.
"No helping it, then."
Yeah, no helping it.
I'd planned to go easy, but... with her acting like this?
At this point, it was clearly her fault, not mine.
"Huh...?"
"I wish you'd had even a little of those feelings. It makes me sad that you don't."
Saying that, I slowly rose from the bed.
Then, I went to the small drawer beside it.
"Wait... Camellia? What are you taking out...?"
"Hmm... Things that feel good?"
"Huh?"
I pulled various items from the drawer.
Pink-colored... some toys?
Some for now, some for later.
"Sharing love emotionally with Mother is great, but sharing it physically seems even better."
I sat back on the bed beside Rozalin as I said that.
"Wait, Camellia! Doing that between us would be wrong...? Right?!"
Even bound, Rozalin started thrashing desperately.
Flailing her arms and legs.
Honestly, it just felt cute.
"It'll be fine. It'll feel good."
"No... We're family, aren't we? Just wait a moment...?"
As I slowly brought my hand closer to her body, her words grew more urgent.
For someone ten years older, her reactions were too cute.
Cute enough to devour.
"Eek..."
"So soft."
"Doing this to your mom... eek..."
I began fondling Rozalin's breasts over her underwear.
Over the fabric, sure, but the softness was incredible.
I wanted to touch inside too.
"We can't..."
"It's fine. No one's watching. It's just us here."
"Still... eek..."
"You just need to feel good from my hands, Mother. That's enough. You're already reacting like this from me just touching your breasts a little."
"This isn't! Haaang..."
"Hehe... Feels good, right? Your daughter touching your breasts like this."
Her body was already steeped in aphrodisiac.
She didn't know, but even without it, she'd have felt it.
I'd touched Rozalin's body plenty before, so I knew.
Her body was lewd and sensitive.
"Haa... That doesn't... feel bad..."
She gritted her teeth, saying that.
But her body, already hypersensitive, couldn't properly resist or refuse.
"But... you're soaking like this?"
"Eek...!?"
"Hehe..."
The sound that escaped as I moved one hand from her breast downward.
I touched over her panties, but they were already plenty wet.
She'd gotten wet when I toyed with her in her sleep, and now again.
"This is!"
"It's fine. It's supposed to feel good. I'm thrilled that you're this excited from my touch, Mother."
"That's not it...! Really!"
"It's okay. Perfectly normal reaction. How could it not feel good when your erogenous zones are being touched?"
Rozalin kept denying it, but that only excited me more.
She was so lewd.
Right?
For a woman in her late twenties with a daughter, her reactions were just too cute.
Even if she wasn't the one who'd given birth to me.
"Hmm... Looks like we don't need this underwear anymore."
"Wait..."
"It's fine. Just focus on feeling good, Mother. Nothing else."
With that, I started removing her underwear.
The bra came off easily, but the panties... I just tore them.
Thin lingerie like that was no match for light strength reinforcement magic.
"Camellia!"
"Yes, yes. It'll be fine. You'll definitely enjoy it. But you're already this wet—why act like you hate it so much?"
"It's not because I want it..."
"Then what? Does that mean you're a pervert who gets this dripping wet from anyone touching you?"
"Eung...!?"
I touched Rozalin's pussy.
It was my first time touching a woman's genitals, so I was a little nervous, but it felt fine.
More like, it had a satisfying texture to fondle.
Not as soft as breasts, but it had its own unique feel.
And her pussy was pretty too.
"I'm not like that!"
"Then? Because your daughter is touching you and it feels good?"
"That's not it!"
"Hehe... It's fine. Just get used to me slowly."
Must be confusing.
Logically, Rozalin was in her late twenties.
She'd probably masturbated before, and sex... who knows.
But she definitely wasn't a total innocent.
That's why this situation made even less sense to her.
Just a few kisses and some breast fondling, and her pussy was this sloppy wet...
"Eek, uek... uaang..."
"Such a cute voice."
"This isn't... huu... nooo..."
She desperately tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but it was bound—impossible.
So, I got to enjoy her lewd moans even more.
"First time touching someone else's pussy. Mother's juices seem kinda viscous. Mine were a bit thinner, I think."
"Don't say that..."
"Too embarrassing?"
"Ueet..."
Unlike me casually discussing such explicit things, Rozalin was mortified.
Maybe because I was fingering her pussy while talking.
Adorable.
"It's fine. The night is long, and Mother... you'll definitely be mine."
I gave Rozalin a gentle smile as I said that.
Of course, my hands were still freely toying with her pussy and breasts.