A Party at the Church [Labella & Erden] (1)
Marei was pouring the faded longing he once felt for his birth mother into Labella. He tried to overlay Labella onto the dimming memories of Mari de Pawen, but it wasn’t as easy as he had hoped.
Labella glanced meaningfully toward a dark alleyway. Marei’s eyes widened.
“Hehe, yes~”
He wanted to fill his lewd mother’s insides with semen and make her beg for forgiveness, but he still couldn’t overcome his reluctance to do it in public. Even though he knew the restaurant was a closed space, the aversion was still strong. Seeing the two women forcibly igniting their lust and carrying out the act made it clear he still had a long way to go.
“Next week I’m scheduled to go to the Commonwealth. It’s a school holiday too. Oh, do you want to stay in Valter? If Mother doesn’t see you even for a single day… I get so lonely that I feel like I’ll cry here every single day. Will you come with me… for Mother’s sake?”
The sight of Labella gently stroking her lower abdomen with her fingertips made Marei nod without even thinking about whether he had any plans.
“I want to stay by your side all day, but I have so much official work. Ilien will be there with you, so it’ll be fine, right?”
Labella nodded.
“It would be too pitiful to leave a pet behind while traveling. She’d definitely whine like a dog, ‘Master~ Mistress~ You’re leaving me behind…’”
“Ah… I see.”
Labella looked quite pleased. And when the image of Ilien whimpering and whining alone at home flashed through his mind, Marei couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“And Idrien is coming too, so could you give her a little training over the weekend?”
Labella licked her lower lip as if something had just occurred to her.
“There will be quite a lot of fun things to do on this trip. It’s our first trip, so I wanted to go alone with you, but I’m going for work rather than actual travel. It’s a shame. Will you play a lot in Mother’s place, Marei?”
At Marei’s apologetic expression, Labella covered her mouth and giggled softly.
“Ilien and her sister are going to the Commonwealth first to prepare our lodgings. From what I heard about the Ksakru family’s annex, it seems to be in a similar location… It’s not too far, so going back and forth won’t be too tiring. So, how far did you get? Have you already given up on breaking her?”
“W-well…”
He had continued the training that Labella had started for him, but once his boiling carnal desire took over, he couldn’t stop violating her. He could barely remember how far he had trained the new meat toilet teacher or what kind of reactions she had shown.
“The more someone is like that, the more they’ll come at you aggressively if you give them an excuse, saying they can’t help it. Hehe, I’m already looking forward to it. Did it go the way Ilien and I told you?”
“Ah, yes…”
The image of her writhing in pleasure and shaking her hips was still vivid in his memory, and his lower body began to stir.
“Yes… but she already swore an oath… was that really necessary?”
Labella nodded as if it were obvious.
“You have to give her some mental room to run away. The feeling of ‘I’m being blackmailed~’ That way, if she’s pushed too far into a corner, you won’t know what choice she’ll make. You need to create a suitable excuse. Just having Ilien might not be enough.”
The recording magic item Labella had given him mostly contained footage of Idrien’s disgraceful behavior—introducing herself during sex, licking up the semen and love juices scattered across the table, and finally panting that sex with Marei felt so good.
“Yes.”
Labella ran her fingers through Marei’s black hair, ruffling it thoroughly. It was far from the lust-soaked caresses he was used to, but strangely, he didn’t dislike this feeling either.
“You remember what I told you to do at the Commonwealth lodging, right?”
“Yes… Bring Idrien to our room and violate her… Then when Mother arrives, make Idrien hold Mother down and… r-rape her…”
Labella burst into quiet laughter as if it were someone else’s story and gazed at Marei. He didn’t fully understand the command to rape his own mother—who was already entangled with him in an unspeakable relationship—but he could only nod at the idea of instilling appropriate guilt or pushing her into despairing depths.
“You remember it well. Since Idrien isn’t home, shall we eat out? Is there anything you’d like?”
“Not really yet…”
“There’s a café nearby that makes excellent cake. Want to try it?”
At Labella’s suggestion, Marei nodded. Although more than three weeks had passed since he arrived in Valter, the overwhelming amount of time spent at home relieving their sticky carnal desires made the neighborhood still feel unfamiliar.
They spent the time talking about today’s weather, tomorrow’s weather, how they would take a carriage to the Commonwealth the day after tomorrow, and simple stories about the Commonwealth. Then, from somewhere, the clear sound of a bell rang out.
“……Don’t you hear that bell?”
At Marei’s question, Labella slowly shook her head. Marei, who had been momentarily dazed by the familiar sound, suddenly shot up from his seat.
Erden. Now that he thought about it, he remembered promising to wait for her on the weekend.
“I have somewhere to go… Do you want to come with me, Mother? You’ll like it.”
“Of course. Anywhere you want, Marei.”
Completely opposite to Labella’s coloring, she had purple hair and green eyes. Her seductive movements reminded him of a cat. As Marei walked, he stopped at a pet shop that came into view and bought two dog collars, then took Labella’s hand and led her along.
“Ah, right… They’re a gift.”
Marei placed one of the collars into Labella’s palm. Her eyebrows drew a graceful arc. When she immediately tried to put the dog collar around her neck, Marei clung to her and barely managed to stop her.
“We should engrave Marei’s name on it too~. But I really want to wear it right now…”
Marei gently stroked Labella’s lower abdomen. At the surprise light caress, Labella barely suppressed a cry of pleasure and followed where Marei led.
“Hold it in, Lady Labella. I’ll spoil you plenty later.”
At Labella’s protest, Marei calmed her by quietly calling her Mother. The sound of the bell was growing closer. He had been worried he might get lost since he only roughly remembered the location, but strangely, following the direction of the bell brought out familiar scenery.
Seeing Marei keep dragging her into gloomy alleys, Labella watched his back with an expression full of anticipation.
“Haa… If you wanted to do it outside with Mother, you could have just said so… We can cast a spell anywhere and no one will know. Trust Mother, Marei.”
Labella’s hand had already slipped under her skirt. Seeing Marei’s flustered face, she gave a small smile and slowly lifted her skirt. The center of her black lingerie panties was subtly wet, as if soaked with water.
She reached out and murmured something against the wall. The lust-filled gleam in Labella’s eyes suddenly turned ice-cold. The coquettish gestures she had used to seduce her son like she was in heat vanished. She abruptly pulled Marei close and began scanning their surroundings.
“M-Mother…?”
Marei looked up at her with a slightly frightened expression as she suddenly shouted, but Labella lightly patted his back and told him not to worry. Though he found it strange, he nodded lightly.
Labella’s gaze, which had been sweeping the area, fixed on one spot. Marei followed her line of sight.
From the far end of the alley, a woman with purple hair was walking quickly toward them. The familiar silhouette, the body that broke all rules, and every single step seemed mystical. When she came close enough for him to recognize her face, Marei realized she was the Saintess who had whispered love to him. He lightly tapped the arm Labella had wrapped tightly around him and told her it was someone he knew.
“Saintess…?”
Labella, who had been staring blankly at the approaching woman for a moment, murmured as if she knew the name that had slipped from her lips.
Erden showed not the slightest interest in Labella, who clearly recognized her. She reached out as if to steal Marei away and pulled him into a tight embrace.
“S-stop it… Sister Erden…”
Erden deliberately coated her tongue with plenty of saliva and licked around his neck. Marei let out a small, ticklish laugh. He naturally pulled the Saintess—who staring at her directly would be considered blasphemous—into his arms and patted her.
“Kiss me, kiss. Hm? Hm?”
Erden paid Labella no attention whatsoever. She licked all over Marei’s face and then pressed her lips to his. At the Saintess’s kiss that only licked around his lips as if begging him to come closer, Marei grabbed the back of her head, pulled her in, and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, roughly sweeping through it.
“Mmm… mm… slurp… mmm…”
At their intense kiss, Labella called out to Marei in bewilderment. But the young boy deeply engaged in passionate affection with the Saintess didn’t seem to hear his mother’s words at all.
She had been confident she wouldn’t be surprised even if he brought home some wicked pet or concubine like Ilien, but this time she couldn’t help but be shocked. The fact that the Saintess—who stood on the complete opposite side of the political spectrum from her, a member of the pro-Emperor faction—was clinging to her beloved son, letting out sweet moans and twisting her body, left her wondering what could possibly surprise her more.
When the thick kiss finally ended, a silver strand of saliva connected their tongues. Erden wrapped her arms around Marei’s neck, trying to continue the kiss, but when he shook his head, she had no choice but to hold back. Then she noticed his gaze darting repeatedly toward the mother standing beside them and gritted her teeth in frustration.
“Let’s go inside and continue… Ah, Labella de Pawen?”
Even though their political leanings were opposed, the title of Saintess was as intimidating to Labella as that of the Empress. In the Empire, no one could ignore the Saintess. No, she was a sacred and devoted being whom everyone respected. Even for Labella, who usually looked down on most bureaucrats, the name Saintess was difficult to face directly. The only ones capable of speaking with the Saintess on equal footing were the Emperor, Labella’s grandmother Loren de Pawen, or the Pope.
“……She does look a bit like that lizard Loren, doesn’t she? Ah, Marei, we’re not fighting. How cute… I heard you’re Marei’s mother. We… seem to have a lot to talk about. Shall we go inside and finish our conversation?”
Erden gently soothed the anxious-looking Marei, firmly took his hand, and began walking. Labella, as if in competition, tightly grasped Marei’s other hand and followed behind the Saintess.
“I’ve heard the story. You’re pretending to be his mother, shaking your hips and seducing Marei, is that it?”
In the small church that had allowed no one’s intrusion except the Saintess for several years, two stunning beauties sat facing each other in the modest garden behind it. The conversation between the two smiling women carried a strangely sharp edge, so Marei couldn’t even answer properly. He simply held his teacup with both hands and silently sipped his tea.
“You say you help him ‘every day,’ yet just now you lifted your skirt to seduce him, and you were even about to cast a spell to keep people away so you could do it right there. Isn’t that helping? It looks more like Marei is the one helping relieve your sexual frustration.”
“If that’s how it looked, then I suppose it can’t be helped. After all, Saintess, you don’t know much about Marei. Well, it’s only been a week, so I guess that’s to be expected? Ah, a week, you say. Or was it just one day last week?”
Labella answered with a smile. Erden’s hand was clenched so tightly on her knee that it made a faint sound.