Chapter 158: Mother-in-Law Admission Track
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 158: Mother-in-Law Admission Track
I abandoned the idea of just half-heartedly poking around and playing with her. Instead, I began to observe Garnet de La Croix intently.
What words made her happy? What expressions did she like? How should I act to win her favor?
While she still viewed me as a mere child, I worked to get into her good graces, collecting precise information as naturally as possible.
I didn't think I could take her to bed this very day, but I had to proceed with the hopeful heart that by steadily building up her affection, I could enter the harem through the 'Mother-in-Law Admission Track' and eventually sample a mother-daughter bowl.
I even had a perfect plan for when that time came: I would spank her, tease her for being a perverted hag, and make her perform a naked dogeza and a manko dance as a mating apology for the cheeky things she’d said to me.
"Piano, violin... and you're even learning various martial arts, survival techniques, magic, and even martial arts cultivation...?"
The Duchess of La Croix seemed to doubt the truth of my words, given the ridiculous number of academies I claimed to be juggling.
"It's a bit embarrassing to show you, Noona, but would you like to hear a piece?"
"Yes, yes, I'd love to see."
I found myself thinking that this Whore Captain auntie, her eyes sparkling with delight, was actually quite cute. It felt as if the loathing and hatred within me were beginning to subside.
With a light snap of Garnet de La Croix's fingers, someone knocked twice on the door from outside.
"A piano. A good one."
There had definitely been a presence behind the door, yet I hadn't heard any footsteps. Just as I wondered if I had imagined it, the knock came again.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a maid sister in high heels approached without making a sound, bowing her head slightly in greeting.
With a graceful wave of her hand, a piano appeared out of thin air—one that looked like it cost more than the lifetime salary of my public mount—no, my personal mount, the sheep beastkin Lee Ji-yeon.
It didn't glint vulgarly in the light; its subtle shimmer convinced me it was made of pure gold. The body of the piano was as transparent as water, allowing the keys and outer rings to be seen from the side.
"Mm, good work."
At the Duchess's words, the maid sister bowed and exited the room as silently as she had entered. She was incredibly skilled, considering she was wearing very high heels.
"If it's too difficult to play alone, shall we play together?"
"No... I can do it."
I had intended to build up favor with the Duchess of La Croix, but I felt myself becoming captivated by her overwhelming wealth and dignity. Fearing I might truly become a 'male failure, dildo success,' I tensed my body.
The yang energy, hotter than the lava of the Solar Divine Art circulating through my veins, swept through my body, clearing my head. Though the internal temperature only felt pleasantly cool for summer, steam began to rise from my breath.
Sitting before the piano, I recalled Yuseoha's teachings.
‘Leash... walk. Good.’
No, not that.
‘I’m sorry for letting you be born...! I apologize...!’
Not that either.
‘Ugh, ah... ah... M-Mom was wrong... You can't flick my nipples like that, no...’
It might be better not to think about what I had learned from that woman at all.
Still, my nerves relaxed a bit. I couldn't remember what Yuseoha had said, but at least my body remembered the movements.
Unlike my hazy mind and trembling heart, my body—which had been rigorously trained for the sole purpose of winning—perfectly reproduced the practiced piece without a single error.
I had no talent anyway, and if trying to inject emotion would only make it mediocre, I just needed to prove my effort through a machine-like performance.
I played without a single thought, mechanically pressing the pedals and striking the keys until the piece was finished.
"You practiced a lot, didn't you?"
"Yes... I really did. I can tell instantly."
I couldn't find any trace of deep emotion in the blue eyes of the Whore Captain Duchess, but I could feel a faint sense of respect.
"I'm even better at the violin."
"Could you let me hear it? Fufu, thank you. Bring a violin. The finest one."
The Duchess of La Croix snapped her fingers again, ordering another instrument.
And so, several rounds of verification concluded.
"Was it ever hard when the adults told you to learn all this? When Ophelia was young, she used to get so angry and say she didn't want to do any of it."
As she confirmed the fruits of my labor one by one, the Duchess grew even more favorable toward me and shared stories of Ophelia's childhood.
I recalled the first time I met that blonde villainess sister, who acted like a refined young lady but was actually dying to dote on me.
She probably still acted that way in front of the servants.
"Because I don't know how long I'll have the opportunity to learn so many things. I've only had good opportunities so far because I'm surrounded by good people, but that might not be the case next time, right?"
"No, no. Looking at our Yong-hwan, there will always be good opportunities. Yes, Auntie... Noona will cheer for you too."
The Duchess of La Croix, who seemed to have already marked me as a prospective son-in-law, was far too easy. I was merely pretending to be kind, diligent, and smart, yet she seemed completely smitten.
No, it seemed Garnet de La Croix, despite dressing like a total whore, actually liked diligent and hardworking men.
Seeing her struggle so hard to find a male while dressed like that, it was only natural she would like someone like me.
It felt like I had filled her affection meter enough; it was time to trigger the 'affection duplication event' with some fox-like behavior.
"Yes, thank you. Um, can I have a cookie...?"
"Yes, yes, eat as many as you want. I'll have them bring more if you need."
Garnet de La Croix gave her permission easily for the request she was bound to grant, and I immediately sat down on her lap.
"Oh...?"
Ignoring the foolish sound Garnet made in her flustered state at my sudden action, I picked up a cookie and ate it.
"They're delicious, Garnet Noona."
"Y-Yes... I'm glad you like them."
The Duchess, unable to tell me to get down because of the affection we'd built, began to act shy despite her slutty outfit.
I flashed a completely harmless smile so that I could touch her butt, grope her thighs, or hug her chest while sitting so defenselessly.
For the record, when I had climbed onto the laps of my mother's friends like this, the only one who hadn't sexually harassed me was the man-crazy (adults only) Prosecutor Angel.
"Is it good?"
"Yes, it's delicious. I wish I could eat them every day."
The sexual harassment I was waiting for didn't come; instead, the Duchess of La Croix gently stroked my hair and doted on me, which actually flustered me.
She wasn't showing it, but not groping the body of such a cute, adorable, handsome, pretty, and wonderful male (to-be) required a level of patience that wasn't human.
Wait, was I mistaken? I started to feel an uneasy sense that this person might just be a truly kind, pretty, wealthy, and powerful woman who just happened to be a normal pervert with an exhibitionist streak.
"I wish Noona was my mom~!"
It was a statement that would hurt my mother if she heard it, but since I had already plowed her and planted a sticky grandson-seed in her womb, there was no more filial impiety left to commit, so this much was fine.
"I wish our Yong-hwan was my son, too. Tell me, what do you think of Ophelia Noona?"
It seemed she really had marked me as a future son-in-law. It pained me that I might have to look elsewhere for a mother-daughter bowl, but with a mother-in-law like this, I felt confident I would cheat a little less.
She was just... so damn cute. Compared to that inferior elf who was hell-bent on devouring her own son, this auntie was an angel. I felt a pang of guilt that she was giving such a pure reaction despite being dressed like a Whore Captain who looked like she'd kiss me the moment I pulled out my dick.
"Ophelia Noona is pretty and cool, but... I like Garnet Noona more! Yes, Mama~!"
Perhaps because I hadn't been able to act spoiled since I started sleeping with my mom and performing conscious face-rapes under Alicia's lead, having an auntie to replace her felt great.
"Ugh... R-Right... M-My son....."
Whether Garnet found it embarrassing or pleasant, she couldn't push me away as I buried my face in her chest and rubbed against her. Instead, she awkwardly and gently stroked the back of my head.
This married woman was truly insane.
If her husband hadn't died in an unknown accident, she was the type of female who would have ended up having a swarm of children.
If things went well with Ophelia, I felt like I should train her to become a total perverted degenerate like Alicia and order her to face-rape Garnet.
"Mama~!"
"Fufu...."
Seeing Garnet's joy, I naturally placed my hand on her breast. The Duchess, sensing nothing strange, hugged me tighter, and I gave a slight squeeze to check what our mother-in-law's body was like.
Squish.
A soft sensation. It was the spot where the areola should be, but the way my fingers sank in told me it was pure fatty tissue.
"Ah...?"
As my hand moved naturally, groping to find the edge of the areola, Garnet's body flinched, and the strength in the arms hugging me faltered.
Thinking I might have been too aggressive, I paused for a moment, but then she did something stupid—she hugged me again and stroked my hair. I looked up at her.
Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and her breath was slightly ragged. The vibrating scent of a female in heat made my lower body tense up.
This Noona. No, this auntie.
I felt like I could play with her like a toy.