The Hunt Has Begun
Darin trembled so violently that her chest throbbed with pain. Her face, already flushed from the violent gasps, turned crimson, and beads of cold sweat gathered on her forehead. In the amber eyes that soon met her son's, flames began to flicker.
**Thud! Thud! Thud!**
From a single word of her son, the heat surged from Darin's head all the way to the tips of her toes. She had lost all reason. Even though the boy was her own flesh and blood, her hands flew up and began striking him.
"How dare you speak to me like that!!"
It was not out of any maternal pretense. It was not out of any sense of authority. Yet at least toward her own parents, Even if the child shared her blood, How could he possibly utter such words to her?
Of course, forcing her to take the drug and raping his mother was something that should never have happened either. Darin had tried, with all her might, to forgive even that. But even at this point, the way her son was acting—counterattacking with the very filth she had feared—left her with no choice but to vent her fury at the blood that was her own.
**Thud! Thud!** The sound of slaps echoed repeatedly through the study.
Darin's hands were small and soft, like a child's. The swelling she felt was not her son's cheek, but her own hand. Her eyes were rolling back. She no longer cared.
As long as he was her child, She would discipline him. Until he came to his senses. Or until he fell unconscious. She would keep slapping him.
But the carnival of anger could not last long.
**Crack.**
Both of his hands were pinned helplessly in his massive palm.
"Th-this... let go! Let me go!"
"Enough."
The son watching his mother thrash in vain had a face filled with pity and resentment.
Darin glared at her son with a face brimming with frustration. That expression again. You committed the crime yourself and now look at me like I'm the villain. When he was little, every time he made that face she would comfort him, but now that he had turned against her, she wanted no mercy.
"You can hit me all you want, but what if your body gets hurt?"
"I don't care. You need to be hit even more until you get a hold of yourself!"
"Mother, your son was only sulking. Is it even normal for a couple who have become lovers not to see each other for five days?"
"Lovers...? You said lovers? Have you lost your mind? I'm not your spouse! I'm your mother!"
"Do I not know that? Then how about this. We stay in the mother-son relationship and become lovers. The closest relationship anyone could have, isn't that fine?"
"No... you can't be saying that right now!?"
Words wouldn't reach him. Darin no longer wanted to speak to her son. In despair, she only pushed him away here and there. But Kael didn't step back. Instead, he pressed even closer.
"And Mother, I don't mean to imply we have to have sex. Can't a son and mother go for a simple walk?"
"Look at your pants! You've got it so hard. Do you think an idiot would follow you?"
"It's something I don't know either. When a man and woman are in the prime of youth and walk together on a private path, their bodies might heat up. They might even engage in unplanned intimacy. They might spend the day fresh and lively, just as Mother desires."
"Stop joking around and get out!!"
The woman's delicate breasts jiggled as she struggled. A beast's lascivious gaze immediately fixed upon them.
Kael thought to himself. It would be nice if instead of a palm, I was spanked with something else. For example, something soft and yielding like those breasts, squeezing my cock...
And he was also angry with his lying mother. Didn't she promise she wouldn't spread her legs again? Now treating him like a madman. He had only planned a normal date.
No matter what, Darin, who had become sensitive from repeated stress, could not have missed that vulgar gaze from her son. The sight of the unbelievable, repulsive behavior of her own flesh and blood made her sick to her stomach.
Was it because the body of the woman she had first mixed with had been so delicious that she couldn't control the impulse? But from a mother's standpoint, she had to block any relationship with her son inside the estate at all costs.
Fortunately, it seemed the heavens had granted her wish. Darin had barely managed to escape her son's grip.
It wasn't that she had freed herself by her own power, but rather that Kael had let go. He might have been afraid she would be hurt if she resisted too violently.
**Bang!**
Darin immediately ran out of the study and darted to the right. The vicountess's private room was on the left, but the way was blocked by the arm that had suddenly shot up from her son.
"Haa... haa..."
In an instant. And it wasn't as if she had done anything spectacular. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her. Still, the priority now was to put as much distance as possible between herself and her son.
"I'm crazy... I'm completely crazy!"
It was a holiday, after all. Not many servants had come to the estate. The maids and butlers who usually greeted the madam only nodded awkwardly at her. Still, she couldn't tell them that her own son was trying to eat his mother.
That's why Darin had found herself in a kind of isolation—not loneliness, but isolation. The only person who could drive her son away from the estate was Chief Butler Alred. The head maid had some say, but as she was not nobility, she had no real influence.
'Alred... Alred!'
The elderly chief butler who always circled around her had, strangely, not appeared today. And...
**Knock! Knock!**
Immediately, the heavy footsteps of a man began pursuing the woman with red hair. The tall man greeted the servants casually as he slowly drove her forward.
'Wh-what...'
Darin, whose brain moved at lightning speed, understood at once.
'He's pushing me into a corner?'
That boy had deliberately let her go at the very beginning. Now he was forcibly pushing her somewhere. That's why he had blocked the path back to the bedroom. Emma, her personal maid, would probably be there too. No matter how much a real mother and son, they had to follow protocol to visit the vicountess's private room.
She couldn't turn around now either. Her son was closing the distance from behind.
Even if she headed straight for the only path ahead, there was no solution. Beyond that lay the citrus orchard and the warehouse. And the stables.
The only escape was to cross the garden and leave the estate, but even if she was in a hurry, that wasn't an option. A woman who was the vicountess running out the back gate with her son without a word? That would look even stranger.
At this point, Darin felt keenly what the best choice was. And what her shrewd, calculating son had intended.
- Having sex inside the estate is dangerous. - But leaving an estate without a husband to a mother and son for no reason seems strange too.
Kael, who had run out of patience, was forcing his mother to take the road back to the bedroom and choose.
Either naturally fall into his arms and take the dangerous sex that could be discovered inside the estate, Or, if she hated that, run to some remote place like the citrus orchard or warehouse and have the intimate sex without fear of being caught.
Darin thought. Could Alred's absence today also be part of her son's plan? Like that day when rain poured like a downpour, the first time she had spread her legs for her son.
But now that reasoning no longer held any meaning. She had already become a pitiful butterfly caught in the thick spiderweb.
"Aaaaaah..."
Darin, trapped in a prison-like path that had been completely blocked in an instant, burst into tears. Yet she was forced to keep running forward, exactly as her son intended.
She couldn't show it to the servants. So the girl could neither go nor stay. She only lowered her head and walked forward, sniffling toward the dark warehouse.
The girl's lips trembled with sorrow as despair swallowed her whole. Right after, a heat that suggested a male's eyes had turned on a female clung tightly to her back.
And the male and female were mother and son. Darin shuddered at the disgusting reality, yet her strangely warming heart became uneasy.
The vicountess ran straight ahead, unable to look back. The moment she left the estate, she realized a new path leading to the rear gate had been created near the entrance, but she ignored even that and kept running toward the warehouse.
The son who had come through the window was now standing right in front of the rear gate. A heavy axe hung on the latch of the recently opened main gate.
Darin briefly turned her head toward her son.
He pouted, shaking his head at his mother. It meant—now stop, and quietly head to the warehouse.
"Huuuuaaang..."
Darin let out a wail like an orphan who had lost her parents. Was it because she had been an orphan without parents? The sound of her crying was rather pitiful.
But because she had been an orphan without parents, she had poured every bit of her devotion into her children. Treating her life as less precious than theirs, cherishing them above all.
**Thud, thud.** She no longer even jogged. She wanted at least a little more time, though she knew the despair she would face was inevitable.
Still, she couldn't stand still. The white beast behind her was slowly closing in, staring at her back of the neck.
The girl's hand holding the hem of her dress trembled. A vague fear arose as if something was about to grab her from behind.
From when had her son become such a monster? And when had he hidden his true nature right in front of his mother?
The girl's desperate escape ended soon. The girl stopped abruptly in front of the remote warehouse. It was a place filled with the tools needed to tend the citrus orchard. Only Darin and Kael came here.
When she came to her senses, she had finally arrived at this place. Darin stared at the citrus trees stretching out to the right with a sad expression.
And for just a moment, she recalled the happy old memory of holding her white angel's hand and picking fruit.
Now, she could never return to that time.
A sinister smile settled over the eyes of the woman who had lost all color.
"Do you think I will let you go?"
"..."
The blue eyes flashing sharply with desire glared at the woman. The voluptuous chest, hips, and plump thighs beneath the dress. And even the secret place inside them. An insistent gaze as if seeing every part of the female.
"You are mine."
The breath of the man approaching from above was hot as fire.