Week 1 Epilogue: Labela de Pawen
It was the hour when Marei finished taming the cat-like saintess and returned home. Labela de Pawen, urgently summoned to the Inspectorate, sat biting her nails and openly displaying her foul mood.
The division chiefs who had come to submit reports could not even properly state their business in the face of the Director’s menacing aura. They received her signature on the approval forms and fled.
Ahhh… Marei. He must have eaten by now, right? No, he’s a good boy. He might be waiting without touching a single bite…
Labela kept repeating the name of her beloved son that refused to leave her mind, eyes flicking constantly toward the clock. Summoned because of the Empress’s sudden schedule change, she let out one heavy sigh after another, as if the ground itself might swallow her whole.
“Director Pawen, I have organized all schedules for Strategy Division 3.”
“Division 3 may leave for the day.”
Seeing her subordinate cautiously offering the documents while reading her expression, Labela dismissed those who had finished their tasks despite her terrible mood. Merit was merit; personal affairs were personal. At not even thirty years old, she had seized the position of Second Director of the Inspectorate. The fact that she had done so with more than just her family’s influence was proven by her widely acknowledged competence among the empire’s highest echelons.
Marei… Marei…
Even while meticulously checking reports and slashing her signature across them, Labela’s mind kept desperately reaching for Marei. She stacked the approved documents to one side, reviewed the overall plan once more for errors, then let out another deep sigh.
Had it been normal working hours, she would have carried out her duties faithfully. But to be dragged away from a date with her beloved son because the Empress had suddenly altered her schedule, forcing Labela to assume overall command, made her feel as though her insides would burst.
Each time she exhaled a heavy sigh, the medals and badges on her uniform trembled. Unable to contain the anger rising within her, she stripped off her stifling jacket, splashed her face repeatedly with cold water, and tried to swallow her frustration.
Though she wiped her face and the cold water—thick with resentment—slid down the drain, the heat that flared whenever she thought of Marei refused to subside.
Should I… masturbate? Just a little… Let’s do it just a little.
Whenever Marei crossed her mind, an emotion distinctly different from rage heated Labela’s body in an entirely different direction. By her calculations, at least thirty minutes remained before the final report would arrive.
Her thirst for Marei was so vast that even pleasuring herself all day would not quench it. Yet the thought that doing it just a little might ease her kept circling endlessly.
Ahh, Marei… When Mom thinks of only you… it starts aching down here… so much… I can’t stop…
The Second Director’s office was a space belonging solely to Labela. Furniture had been arranged to her exact taste; a simple cot and a full-length mirror stood in a neat row. She positioned herself before the mirror, imagining Marei stood right in front of her.
The sticky gaze fixed upon her. The pitiful eyes begging for affection. The careful voice calling her “Mom.”
Merely imagining it sent tingles racing across her skin. Before she realized it, Labela’s hand had slipped down to brush over her already damp panties. Thinking it was Marei’s hand, she stroked again. This time her whole body shuddered.
Do you want to… mess up Mommy’s insides… really roughly?
Marei would surely nod. Then he would carefully undo her garter belt. Or perhaps, at his age, he already harbored fantasies about garter belts. He would pull her panties down. Or maybe he would simply tear them off. He still possessed an innocent side; if she taught him well, he could become exactly what she desired.
Hehe… Marei… Mom will teach you properly…
Labela slid her panties down. A sticky strand of fluid stretched between the fabric and her sex. She lightly caressed the green thicket above her folds. It felt somewhat like the rough breathing Marei would direct at her petals. But it was not enough. Terribly insufficient. This was not the sensation that made her burn with excitement, that made her thighs quiver with anticipation.
Still, she had no choice but to endure for now. Her beloved Marei was waiting for her at home.
Ahh, my Marei… I’ll be there soon… The mother who broke her promise will beg for forgiveness. So please… don’t fall asleep… After turning Mom this lewd… if you cowardly fall asleep while waiting, Mom will come straight to your bed…
The more she mingled her body with her young son, the more energy overflowed within her. Though she could still be considered young for a Dragon Blood, she had already fully matured into an adult, and an unprecedented sense of fulfillment filled her.
Just like the early days when she first joined the Inspectorate—when motivation made everything enjoyable—both body and mind brimmed with vigor.
Perhaps the reason Grandmother showed interest in that child was… No, it doesn’t matter anymore. Ahh, Marei…
Labela brushed the fleeting thought aside and slid a finger into the petals dripping with saliva, thinking of the son who comforted her and loved her.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
A flood had already formed around her entrance. Unable to bear the boiling thirst, the moment her finger entered she began frantically stirring the inside that gushed fresh waves of nectar.
Yet no matter how roughly her white fingers churned her depths, it remained only a temporary measure. The more she stirred, the greater the thirst grew. She bent forward to drive her finger deeper, then lay down on the spot when that proved insufficient, but no satisfaction came. All she felt was discomfort.
Her body was rejecting her, demanding to know why it was not Marei.
If only Marei were truly before her, if she could feel his face and breath while touching herself, it would at least feel good.
Marei… Marei… Ahh… Marei…
How intoxicating it would be to masturbate in front of him. His eyes drenched in greed as he watched her. Unable to pounce recklessly, he would creep closer, gauging her reaction. Then she would whisper once more that this lewd body belonged to him, spread her legs, and he would rush forward.
Rather than the act of masturbation itself, imagining the many situations she could share with Marei brought her far greater pleasure.
As if possessed, she suddenly froze the hand thrusting inside her and clenched her teeth.
Ahh, Marei… You wicked child… Turning Mom into this… When I get home today, I must receive so much, so much affection from you.
Receiving his cuteness during ordinary daily moments was already enough. Their everyday life was practically sex, but she meant the other kind of daily life—sitting together in the garden sharing simple conversation, or walking side by side along the street. Moments like those.
When I get home today, you’ll pamper Mom a lot, won’t you? Marei. Ahh, my Marei. Mom… Mom got this wet… I’m sorry… for being so lewd…
If Marei wanted it, Labela was confident she could do anything. She would bark like a dog if ordered. She would gladly spread her legs even if he used her like a tool. She longed for him to do so.
Yet shaping him into that person would be extremely difficult. Seeing how timid and faint-hearted he still was, many mountains remained to be crossed. But if she, as his mother, guided and served him, she could mold the perfect man who matched her tastes exactly—the ideal man who possessed her completely.
Ahh, Marei, Marei, I love you, my Marei. Ahh…
Should she summon Marei here? Reports could be received as documents anyway. Calling him to the Second Director’s office and basking in his cuteness all day seemed wonderful.
When she stepped out briefly for a meal, she could receive all the reports at once. Then, while he thrust inside her and she rocked her hips, she could sign them…
What a truly wicked child… Turning Mom into such a pervert… Marei… Marei…
It was only a fantasy. An impossible daydream. Still, calling him here once or twice to do it in this office would be nice. Sitting him in her chair, kissing his rigid cock several times as an act of submission, then performing fellatio. Or, to see his desperate expression, rubbing his length against her entrance in a sumata would be delightful too.
But then she wouldn’t receive praise, would she?
Does Mom’s chest feel that good…? Ahh, I once complained they were annoying because they were so big, but now I’m grateful. Marei… Suck on Mom’s breasts hard… Drink from them… Make milk come out too… Ahh… Marei…
Every time Marei praised her, Labela felt such intense pleasure she thought she might squirt. When he called her cute and she received the reward of being told she was beautiful, her pussy would twitch greedily and gush fresh nectar. And whenever she served him and he stroked her head or laid a hand upon it in approval, she felt as though she possessed the entire world.
“This is Sheffield from the First Strategy Division. Director, may I enter?”
“Wait a moment.”
As if the masturbation had been nothing but a lie, Labela rose swiftly and checked her clothing several times. She wiped the floor stained with her juices clean with a rag, then lightly sprayed the perfume she always used. The entire process took less than twenty seconds.
“Enter.”
“Ah……”
“What is it?”
The male employee holding the report simply stared at her blankly even after her question. Her face faintly flushed pink, her eyes glistening with moisture. Entranced by the strange sensuality she radiated, he could only stand there dazed.
Labela called to him again, but he remained spellbound, offering no response whatsoever.
“I asked what the matter was.”
“Ah, ah. Ah! Th-that is, um, the report. The schedule… it’s all finished!”
The employee stuttered, shaking his head to regain his senses. Even so, he could not tear his eyes from Labela. With trembling hands he offered the document.
Labela scanned the report with clear disinterest and signed it.
“First Strategy Division, all personnel may go home. I will also be leaving now.”
“Y-yes! Um, Director Labela, if you happen to have time… No, never mind. I-I’m sorry……”
Labela glared at the subordinate who had nervously blurted nonsense. Realizing his blunder—having been blinded by her appearance—he immediately bowed low in apology.
Labela let out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Be careful. It is extremely unpleasant, you understand.”
“Ugh…!! S-sorry!”
When she gripped his shoulder with real strength, he could not endure the pain. He collapsed to his knees with a loud scream.
Normally she would have issued a simple warning and moved on, but because Marei now owned every part of her, she had reacted more violently than usual.
“My apologies. It was too unpleasant. Are you all right?”
“Y-yes!!”
“Clean up yourself and stand. I will inform Strategy Division 1 that I have left. If there is any fracture or injury, send the medical bill. Treatment at the temple is also acceptable.”
Her tone and manner of speech were completely at odds with her appearance and age, yet the stiff, commanding words suited her position so naturally that no one questioned them. Within the Inspectorate, only one person ever heard her speak politely. And since those who might have cause to call her arrogant had no dealings with her, very few in the empire could level such a charge.
Ahh, my son… my master… No, no… not yet… but soon…
After informing the head of Strategy Division 1 of her departure, Labela practically kicked open the doors of the Veter Inspectorate and stepped out. Normally she would have exchanged at least a greeting with the guards, but the thought of her lovely son waiting at home made her hurry her steps.
Ahh… I can’t wait… Mom is coming right now…
Simply thinking of going to Marei was enough to make Labela’s panties grow damp again. Ahh, how should she serve him? How should they share their love? Her thoughts had already pushed her beyond capacity; her honey overflowed, soaking through her panties and drenching her stockings completely.