Chapter 176: A Warm, Well-Ripened Sow
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 176: A Warm, Well-Ripened Sow
A subtle silence hung in the air once more. Lust seemed to have surged all the way to her brain, yet she continued to hesitate, failing to act like a proper female.
If she were truly desperate, she should have climbed onto the desk right now, stripped off my pants, and throttled my dick. But despite being a member of the low-intelligence elf race—useless for anything but their looks—her pride was something else.
"So, if you go in and sleep now, you'll forget everything that happened today?"
"Yes... and... I won't remember anything that happens until tomorrow morning..."
I couldn't help but smile brightly at the sight of the sow looking down at me, her thighs pressed together and rubbing fervently.
To make an appeal like that, she must be truly desperate. I casually poured more water into her glass and slid my hand toward her inner thigh.
—Squelch.
It was meant to be a light check, but it felt as if a flood had already broken loose inside.
"Ngh... Haa... M-Mom... feels very drunk..."
"Is that so? Don't you feel good today? You should drink more."
As the perverted elf sow curled her body and trembled, I placed my hand atop the big tits resting carelessly on the desk.
The sensation of those warm, heated milk vats through her casual white T-shirt was incredibly pleasant.
"Ugh... M-Mom should go to sleep now... but... Yong-hwan... wh-what are you going to do?"
"I wonder. What should I do?"
When I didn't give her a definitive answer, I saw the sow's green eyes tremble violently. I looked at my mother tenderly while lightly moving my hand inside her inner thigh.
—Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...
"Haa... Haa... Ngh... Ah..."
Beneath the lace I could feel softly inside her skirt, a thick, sticky fluid was surging out, entangling my fingers.
Watching Ame Cal Degrain tremble while being toyed with by her young son, a sense of sadism began to slowly bloom within me.
Contrary to Hindel's concern that I would turn wicked from learning the flawed Sexual Arts I had created, I was always a kind, gentle, and wonderful male.
"How many glasses have you had now? Hmm, Mom?"
"Th-three glasses... I'm d-drunk."
One glass of what looked like quite strong liquor, and two glasses of water I had poured for her. Seeing as she considered even the water to be alcohol, the elf race clearly suffered from a massive intellectual deficit.
"Right, you're drunk. Want another glass?"
I lightly shook the water bottle. It was obvious she wanted to maintain her dignity as a mother while using secret signals to establish a relationship as nothing more than good sex partners.
The fact that she dared to try and cherry-pick my semen only when it suited her through such a vague relationship was nothing short of hilarious.
"Mom, I asked if you wanted another glass."
I shook the bottle again. No matter how stupid an elf was, there was no way she couldn't understand that I was the one in control of this situation.
"You have to keep drinking so you won't remember what happens today, right?"
"Yes..."
Ame Cal Degrain, who had been holding her glass with one hand, cautiously gripped the bottle with both. It was annoying how slowly she realized her place, but since she had gotten in through the "Mom track," I had no choice but to cut her some slack.
Seeing as she didn't drink even after I poured it, she seemed to be lacking stimulation. I lightly scratched the tips of my fingers over her areolas, a spot I knew well from frequent touching. Even though I was only scratching over her bra, her body began to twitch and shudder as if she felt a subtle itch.
"Ngh..."
"Hurry up and drink. Mom? Well?"
As Ame Cal Degrain moistened her throat while trembling over the water glass, I slowly moved the hand between her thighs. I focused on pressing down on her clitoris, which I could feel slightly erect through her panties.
—Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squish.
"Haa... Ngh... Haa... S-son... M-Mom is... ngh... s-sleepy..."
Despite the fact that she was constantly exhaling hot breaths and leaking sticky honey-water between her thighs, she didn't look sleepy at all. But for now, that was my mother's claim.
"You look like you can barely even hold yourself up. Will you really not remember anything tomorrow?"
Smiling softly, I used my thumb and forefinger to gently pinch and press the clitoris I had located through her panties. My mother, leaning over the desk as if collapsing, buried her face in her own large breasts and forced out a trembling voice.
"Hngh... I-I won't remember... I-I don't even remember right now..."
A thick scent of a female began to waft from her flushed white skin. I had planned to just play with her a bit before filming the main event in bed, but this crazy sow was provoking me.
I walked behind my mother as she sat at the desk, buried my nose in the nape of her neck, and inhaled that sticky female scent. Perhaps because she was an elf, her body odor was usually fresh and pleasant, but mixed with this syrupy sweetness, it gave off a heavy female musk that could drive a male mad.
"Mom, it's gotten really sticky between your legs. What is this?"
"Haa, ngh, ugh... I-I spilled... th-the liquor... because it's l-liquor..."
A naughty lady who lies needs to be punished. When I pulled my fingers away from harassing her vaginal opening, a long string of incredibly viscous fluid followed.
For an elf who already had three children, the fact that she was leaking such concentrated love juices from just a bit of light foreplay was practically a crime.
"What a waste. You should eat it, Mom. Hmm? Lick it."
When she did nothing but act stupid even as I rubbed my fingers, slick with love juices, against her lips, I had no choice but to give her a direct command.
"You're not saying you can't drink the 'liquor' I'm giving you, are you? Hmm? You want to forget everything tomorrow, don't you?"
"Ugh... Slurp... Schlurp..."
She seemed to resist, as if she didn't want to taste the love juices she had leaked herself, so I had no choice but to hypnotize her into thinking it was alcohol. Only then did she cautiously begin to suck on my fingers.
"Good girl, good girl. Since you're keeping up with your drinking, you won't remember a thing. Right?"
As I whispered while softly licking the nape of her neck visible beneath her thick blonde hair, Ame, who was still sucking my fingers, nodded while trembling.
By this point, the hierarchy seemed firmly established. Even if I brought her tap water, if I told her it was alcohol and made her drink it, she would claim to be "wasted."
"Since you won't remember a single thing tomorrow, how do you feel right now? Can you tell me honestly?"
I pinched her clitoris, then reached inside her T-shirt to pull on one side of her bra, softly pinching her hardened nipple.
"Haa... I-I like it... I love it..."
It seemed this perverted lady had left her sense of shame inside her grandmother's womb. Then again, she was the daughter of a grandmother who held the unique title of S-Rank Special Criminal—not even A-Rank—for war crimes. I had to be understanding of her lack of basic common sense.
"Mom, I think my fingers are going to go inside at this rate. Is that okay? Hmm? My fingers will scrape all around your insides and make you feel good."
I slid my hand inside her panties and began to properly scrape at her vaginal opening. Overcoming the sensation of the love juices—so viscous they felt slippery—clinging to my fingertips, I found the hole accurately and pressed softly around it.
"Hngh... Ngh... I-I like it... Y-you can do whatever you want... b-because Mom won't remember tomorrow... y-you can do it... do it more..."
The sow was actually daring to give me permission. Feeling spiteful, I thrust my middle finger deep inside.
—Squelch.
"Ahhn!"
The hole clamped down hard on my finger. I could feel the pleated ridges of flesh inside the female hole, which had offered resistance as the love juices were pushed out during entry, now squeezing and wrinkling around me.
"It's not 'you can do it,' is it?"
I whispered tenderly into the ear of my mother, who was hunched over as if burying her upper body into the desk.
—Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...
"Ahn... Ang... Ahh... I-I love it... I love it..."
"Don't you remember what you're supposed to say, Sow Mom?"
I felt her body stiffen at the word "sow." A perverted masochist mother... as her son, I had no choice but to take responsibility for such a sow.
"...I-I love it... P-please... please do it to me..."
Looking at Ame Cal Degrain as she whimpered and mumbled, I could feel my own pre-cum leaking out enough to soak my underwear, even though we hadn't even truly started.
"Let's go to bed now. You're very drunk, aren't you?"
"Ugh... ugh... Y-yes..."
Seeing the sow finally using honorifics as she recognized her place, I pulled my hands away from harassing her breasts and vaginal flesh. As the presence of the male who had been tormenting her vanished, my mother looked at me with a tearful face. I wanted to start mating right then and there, but I had to maintain an air of composure.
If I let my guard down even for a moment with these low-intelligence, mating-optimized inferior species like elves, they would surely try to regain control using those lewd bodies of theirs.
"I-I'll go to sleep... I have to sleep... b-because I'm wasted... b-because I won't even remember tomorrow..."
As she stood up with a fearful face, worried she might be abandoned, she blurted out useless words while stealing glances at me. I showed her myself spitting into the half-finished glass of water and held the cup out to her.
"Have one more glass, Mom. You have to be completely wasted to not remember, right?"
I tried my best to hold it back, but I couldn't help the sadistic smile that spread across my face.