The Artificial Garden (Part 2)
The woman he loved most in all the world was allowing him to hold her.
Of her own free will, no less.
The emotion surging through Kael defied description. Even so, he did not act rashly. His mother had not consented to sex itself—not yet. Gentle caresses would have to come first.
If I shove my tongue inside her right now and start fucking her cunt…
She would surely sneer to herself, Just as I thought, and her heart might draw away from him. To conquer her, he had to move slowly. Her body had already granted him supreme pleasure, yet that was never what he truly desired.
The blasphemous son thought it fortunate he had already violated his mother. If he treated her with tenderness from this moment on, the contrast would surely move her deeply—the same way a man who usually behaves like garbage can earn gratitude simply by acting a little kind.
Kael had prepared thoroughly for precisely this method of winning her. Completely isolated except for her son, the effect would be devastating.
“…Ah.”
The arm encircling her slowly tightened around her waist, and the woman let out a thin, startled cry. Having been handled roughly by her son before, she flinched in instinctive fear.
“Ah!”
Kael gently sank his teeth into the long, slender line of her neck—the way a carnivore might seize a deer. Yet he did not truly bite. He only pressed his lips softly against her skin, offering affection.
Even the forearm that restrained her with such gentle skinship brought a strange satisfaction. A sense of security whose origin she could not name. Darin felt a ticklish flutter deep in her belly.
“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Mother? There’s no need to be so tense.”
“Ha… but you always…”
“I know. Still—can’t you trust me just this once?”
The sweet voice that soothed both body and mind was sweeter than any cookie he had ever baked for her.
“Just as I am your only remaining blood, the feelings I hold are the same. That is why I wish to treat you more precious than anything.”
At the words only remaining blood, moisture welled in Darin’s eyes. She was grateful her son was treating her with care, yet she thought of Piel. Kael’s phrasing seemed to confirm that her daughter was already dead as well.
“Isn’t Piel still alive…?”
Hearing the desolate voice, Kael’s expression flickered with brief surprise before he slowly smiled.
“She is alive. And even if she is not…”
Reassuring the woman who would become his partner was a man’s proper duty.
“Your son will bring her back even if it costs him his life. You need not worry.”
His raised blue eyes burned with genuine, fierce resolve. Meeting that gaze, Darin felt both certainty and comfort settle over her.
Even if Piel were dead, he would revive her? Was he speaking of sorcery or divine power? It was absurd—yet when Kael said it, she believed him.
“But I don’t want Kael to get hurt.”
This time the mother tightly clasped her son’s fingers. Darin did not want to lose Kael in the act of saving Piel.
Wouldn’t that leave her no better than before?
The greedy mother wished every one of her children to remain safe.
“I will keep that in mind.”
Darin turned her head in silence and looked at her son. How could an oath from the boy who had tormented her feel so sacred? Was it simply because Kael was now the only person left she could truly rely upon?
What exactly were her son’s feelings toward her? Lust? Affection? Most likely both.
Didn’t Mother say she would do anything her son wanted?
Remembering the question Kael had once asked, a hollow smile touched her lips. Yes… she had said that. Now there was no husband whose chastity she needed to protect, no daughter whose feelings she had to consider.
Thinking that way, she felt little resistance to offering her body to her kind son.
That did not mean she wished to couple with just any man. No—other men did not even enter her mind. Only her son Kael floated through her thoughts.
Darin knew the thinking was abnormal, yet she could not stop it.
Even when the Hero had nearly violated her.
Even when Baron Doston had suddenly proposed.
Even standing before the very son who had already taken her.
The man she had cried out for in her heart had always been Kael.
How on earth did it come to this?
Looking back, it seemed that from long ago—whether in pain or sorrow—she had always thought of Kael. Back then her husband should have been a far more reliable presence than her young son.
It isn’t that I love Kael as a man…
Whether because he was the son she cherished most in the world, or because they had already mixed bodies so many times, or because isolation itself was the cause…
Strangely, my body is growing hot.
Darin’s grotesquely twisted emotions urged her to see her own son as a man.
She herself could not fully grasp the complexity of her heart, and so she was left confused. She simply lowered her gaze, too ashamed to look at his face.
My legs hurt.
Come to think of it, the height difference with her massive son made the posture far more uncomfortable than expected. Every time he groped her body, her dangling legs made her feel like a child, which only deepened her embarrassment.
His trained thighs were hard and uneven, poorly suited for sitting long. Fidgeting, Darin shifted her waist this way and that to ease the discomfort—
“Euk?”
When her backside brushed against the enormous shaft, she jerked in shock.
“Excuse me.”
Quickly sensing his mother’s discomfort, Kael decided to change positions. He parted his legs slightly and settled her onto one thick thigh.
“W-what is this?”
The thick thigh now nestled between her legs. Flustered, Darin twitched her hips. Wasn’t this even more awkward than before?
Yet that discomfort vanished cleanly the moment her son began rubbing between her thighs. The hot excitement blooming in her lower belly swallowed every trace of unease.
It was soft, teasing skinship rather than coercive sex. Women were always more easily aroused by such things. For Darin, whose heart was so delicate, the effect was doubled.
“Ha-euk… haa…”
The hard thigh pressing subtly into the cleft felt good. At first she wriggled in resistance, but she had already been steeped in excitement for some time; the resistance did not last.
As the stimulation continued, heat flushed her face. Soon her underwear grew damp. The sight of a woman rubbing her crotch against a man’s leg was a far cry from any chaste great lady.
The kindness she had not felt from her son in so long.
The aching awareness that he might now be her only family.
And the lewd body that had grown hypersensitive from being violated by him.
These three things heated her flesh. Once she began to regard her son as a man, it was no longer difficult for love juices to spill between her thighs.
Every time the hard thigh muscle pressed into her soft folds, the woman cried out. When her son’s tongue slipped between her lips, Darin naturally opened her mouth for him.
The girl obediently entrusted her body to her son. Resisting now would only have been laughable. It was not that she felt no aversion—yet having just said it was all right, she was also afraid Kael would be disappointed if she pulled away.
The two breasts swelling beneath the thin dress—she even undid the brassiere so he could toy with them freely. And then the pressure pouring onto her lower body; the secret, lewd place trembled and spilled its juices.
“Eung…”
The strange, delicious sensation born of gentle caresses was intoxicating. It was the first time Kael had rubbed her with his thigh. Before long Darin began rocking her hips back and forth without realizing it.
“Haa.”
The hot breath escaping the woman’s mouth was swallowed inside the man’s. The kiss of beasts who had abandoned the natural order. Roughened breaths tangled without pause.
“Mother.”
It was only a brief parting of lips so he could catch his breath. Darin found the son who called for her so desperately so lovable that she turned fully and threw her arms around him. His body heat, hotter than any stove, was a profound comfort.
The upper body packed tight with muscle crushed the cotton-candy softness of the woman’s frame. Pressed together without a single gap, they looked like snakes mating.
“…Kael.”
Her breath had grown sticky, almost slimy. Then the continuous swaying left and right. Wet, lewd kissing sounds filled the artificial garden.
As her son stroked her everywhere with both hands, her whole body swayed as though melting. Perhaps he was simply glad his mother was responding with welcome for the first time. Kael curved his eyes into crescents and asked,
“It seems you’re no longer uncomfortable.”
“…No—ah-eung—!”
She tried to answer, but when her son rubbed his thigh more quickly she could only reply with a moan.
Her half-lidded vermilion eyes had the look of a slut ready to take a man at any moment.
Darin thought: she no longer cared what happened next.
Mind and body turning sticky with need. Reaching the edge of excitement, she panted several times before slowly opening her mouth.
Even while drowning in endless pleasure, one corner of her heart still hoped her son might reform.
“Kael… is it really all right?”
“…What do you mean?”
“There are plenty of women who would take you. Is it truly all right if it’s me—until the very end?”
What kind of question was that? Kael let out a short laugh.
“If I compare other women to Mother, they don’t even feel like females.”
Had he ever intended to possess other women, he would have done so long ago. He would never have walked this arduous, brutal path.
“I love only Mother.”
It was a raw, earnest confession.
In truth Kael had confessed sincerely many times before.
“I see.”
Yet this was the first confession that truly struck her heart.
Darin faced her son and kissed him of her own accord. Unlike before, the contact was plain and simple. A lewd little smile curved her lips as she continued.
“Kael, I know, you know? Why you aren’t violating your mother right now.”
She gently stroked his white hair. Parents are such creatures. If one only tries a little to understand one’s child, reading a blood relative’s heart is never that difficult.
He must feel he has lost the right—because he failed to protect his younger sister, and because he is still trying to soothe the heart of a mother who has already sent her husband away.
“Then… if I violate you, there’s nothing you can do about it, is there? It would just be a simple accident. You would only be accepting your mother’s tantrum.”
Tears kept falling even as the woman seduced her son with a lewd expression. She no longer knew whether this was right. She felt too sorry toward her husband and her daughter.
Still.
Even so.
For the last remaining blood relative, wasn’t it proper to burn both body and heart?
Parents give their children whatever they desire.
With only Kael left beside her, she wanted to grant him anything he wished.
When Darin finished speaking, a very brief silence settled over the artificial garden.
And for the white-haired man who had been met with such endless kindness to transform into a beast…
“…Ha-eut, Kael!”
…did not require much time at all.