6. To the Monster Soaked in Lust (1)
6. To the Monster Soaked in Lust (1)
A while back, that monster's Manager had shown me her Schedule.
He was saying she took on way too much work without caring for her body, and since she wouldn't listen to him, he was showing it to me, her mother, in the hopes that I'd step in and stop her.
Did he think that since I was her mother, she'd at least listen to me a little?
He even bowed his head and begged me, so there was no way I could refuse. Curious about just how bad it was that he'd come to me, the moment I checked the Schedule...
"Huh."
My tongue went numb at the sight of the Schedule packed solid from morning till night in ten-minute increments. Was this really a schedule a human could handle?
Staring at the densely scribbled paper, a single thought crossed my mind.
'Really, the more I look, the less human she seems.'
Was she really a monster to handle a Schedule like this? How could that monster show not a single human side...?
With a Schedule this packed, you'd think she'd crack under stress and get sick at least once, but that monster never even showed a hint of illness. Had she ever even been sick to begin with?
'This is creepy...'
That monster wearing my daughter's skin—how could she only act so inhuman? Every single one of her actions felt mechanical, emotionless, and terrifying.
That's why I thought that monster had no such thing as desire.
No, forget desire— I figured she didn't even have basic greed.
She'd never once splurged on luxuries or mentioned a favorite food.
So...
The scene unfolding before my eyes right now—it was impossible to believe it was real.
"Hut... Heut..."
The monster I'd thought had no emotions...
Was burying her face in the pillow to muffle her sounds, lifting her hips like she was putting on a coquettish display, pleasuring herself.
In a posture anyone would call vulgar and lewd, she stroked her pale pink inner flesh with slick fingers, swallowing desperate moans.
The unpleasant expression she wore even while acting was nowhere to be seen, and on the monster's half-hidden face in the pillow, there was nothing but lust for sexual release.
Was that really the monster I knew?
The one who never showed any emotion to me, whose every action felt like distasteful acting? This, at least, didn't look like acting.
The moment I realized that monster could feel sexual desire.
Just a tiny bit, she started to seem different.
I'd thought seeing her pleasuring herself would only disgust and repulse me...
But for some reason, the instant I saw it, something like exhilaration surged from deep in my chest. No, relief, maybe?
Ah, that monster was human after all!
At least it wasn't some unknown entity that killed my daughter and wore her skin!
She was human enough to give in to lust and pleasure herself!
Right now, Miyagi looked utterly 'human' to anyone watching. Not a 'monster' pretending to be human, but an ordinary person lost in lust, comforting herself.
"Hahat..."
Right now, that monster truly looked like my daughter.
It felt like I was a mother in a drama witnessing her pubescent daughter's Masturbation. Like a mother seeing with her own eyes her daughter, whom she'd thought so pure, growing into an adult—would it feel like this?
I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this good. A relief akin to exhilarating joy made my chest flutter, and I found myself smiling without realizing it.
At the same time, I felt a conviction that I could turn that monster into a 'human.'
Until now, I'd treated that monster as some unknown thing. A monster that showed no emotions, merely acting human.
But that monster wasn't that. Her body was that of an ordinary human, merely 'sharing' my daughter's body.
Then...
If I taught that monster emotions, wouldn't my daughter come back?
Teach her lust, teach her sloth, teach her anger, teach her jealousy—color her emotions.
If I could do that, wouldn't that monster turn into a 'human'?
Wouldn't she give my daughter back to me?
I was thrilled that I could finally do ordinary 'parenting.' How much did I have to teach that monster?
The road was long and there was so much to teach, but... right now, what she needed to learn was how to properly pleasure herself.
Pitiful, or pathetic? The sight of the monster huffing and puffing away at it so earnestly was honestly heartbreaking.
Would a pubescent girl who hadn't properly learned Masturbation look like this? Too scared to insert anything, just timidly tapping her Clitoris out of fear of pleasure.
'Idiot... She doesn't even know how to masturbate properly?'
Well, had she ever even learned how? Her entire sexual knowledge probably came from the Sex Education at school.
Thinking that, I felt a bit at fault. I'd never properly educated that monster before.
'But... is it okay for me to teach her this? Masturbation isn't something you learn from someone else...'
...For a normal child, sure, but her opponent was that monster. A monster fumbling so pathetically she couldn't even masturbate right.
To teach that monster a proper way to relieve herself, it seemed like she needed a guide. Teach her once, and she'd figure it out on her own.
"...So you do have sexual desire, huh?"
"Ha, et...!?"
I steadied my resolve and kicked the slightly ajar door open with my foot. Realizing she'd been caught masturbating, the monster's face paled yellow, and she clutched the blanket to cover herself.
Did she not know running was pointless on a bed? Flustered, clutching the blanket, the monster's eyes trembled in panic.
...Her reaction was so genuine it left a bitter taste in my mouth. Had she always been like this? Knowing she could express emotions like this, why hide it from me all this time...
"W-Wh-What... what's going on...?"
Biting her lower lip hard, the monster somewhat regained her senses and asked me. What I was doing here all of a sudden.
...What should I say? That her sloppy masturbation was too painful to watch, so I came to teach her?
I'd never spoken kindly to that monster, so I had no idea how to phrase it, and my head throbbed. Pretending to be a friendly mother now felt off...
I knew that monster was somewhat human, but she was still an unknown entity wearing my daughter's skin.
So how could I speak kindly?
"...Looks like you were desperate, doing that even in my house."
"Ah, uh..."
I spoke mockingly, and the face that had been pale yellow moments ago flushed bright red. Like she was overwhelmed with shame, rubbing her legs together and even starting to whimper.
The more that monster showed such reactions, the more something stabbed painfully in my chest. Why show me this now?
Her pretending to be human pissed me off.
Unable to hold back the boiling irritation inside, I roughly yanked away the blanket she was hiding under.
"Hand it over."
"Eh, et?! N-No! R-Right now, inside I'm wearing nothing...!"
Knowing her reaction wasn't acting made my anger surge. If she was this emotionally rich, why hide it from me until now?
"N-No... I don't want... Don't..."
Blushing at showing me her naked body, ashamed at being caught masturbating by me, scared of this situation and even crying.
Now, the child bursting into tears before me no longer looked like a monster. Really, truly, it felt like the 'Miyagi' I'd desperately loved had returned.
My lovable, cute child.
My daughter, whom I'd thought I'd never see again.
If my daughter had grown up properly, she surely would have reacted like this.
"...Now you're finally making a face worth looking at."
So show me more of those expressions.
I don't care anymore if you're an unknown monster.
As long as I can see my daughter in you...
"M-Mom...?! Th-There...!"
"Be quiet."
I can toy with my daughter's body too.
So for this moment...
Try your hardest to be my daughter.
**
Thinking about it now, my daughter is beautiful.
Beautiful doesn't even cover it—she was born to be loved by everyone. Well, whose blood does she take after?
...I couldn't remember the last time I'd stared at my daughter's face so intently. No matter how I looked, she really was my daughter—I couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing that face lost in pleasure was something else entirely; I wanted to take a picture. How stimulating the color of her flushed cheeks dyed in ecstasy...
Her well-maintained figure was indescribably beautiful. Her full breasts, like mine, glistening with sweat—beyond imagination.
Traces of my blood were visible all over her body. The mole hidden under her breast, her ring finger longer than her index, her nose bridge like mine.
And...
"I hoped your breasts weren't this sensitive like mine."
"Heut!"
Flicking her stiffly erect nipple with my fingertip, my daughter's waist arched with a short moan. Some things you just inherit from Mom.
"M-Mom... D-Don't do this... If you stop now, I'll pretend it never happened..."
Cupping her plump breast in my wide-open palm and caressing it, Miyagi tearfully pleaded with me. To stop, that if I did now, it'd be like it never happened.
Bargaining in this situation? My daughter was turning back into a monster again. Into an emotionless monster trying to act human once more.
"Miyagi, you see..."
To stop that, I slid two fingers up her Genitals. Spreading the already profusely flowing Arousal Fluid over her Genitals, I observed her face.
"Where did you learn to masturbate?"
"...Pardon?"
"I asked who taught you to shake your hips so vulgarly while masturbating."
Uttering words no mother should say to her daughter, I carefully massaged her Genitals like kneading dough.
"...Wh-Who would teach something like this...? You just... figure it out alone..."
I hadn't expected an answer, but Miyagi mumbled a reply with her face covered. Yeah, seeing her masturbate, that figured. So...
"Why don't you learn from Mom this time."
"Pardon...?"
"Mom will teach you, step by step."
With that, I gathered my middle and ring fingers, slowly pushing them into the Vaginal opening I'd loosened with the massage. I thought it'd slip in easily since she was so wet, but...
"M-Mom...?! N-No...! That's...!"
Just two fingers in, and the Vaginal wall clenched so tight my fingers ached, making me frown without thinking.
"I thought it'd be loose enough by now..."
"Hak! Hauk! It hurts...! Heut...!"
Startled by the foreign sensation of my fingers pushing through her Vaginal wall, she jolted up and wrapped her arms around my neck. Why was it hurting so much, I wondered—then...
"You..."
I felt a fluid different from Arousal Fluid on the fingers I'd inserted into her Vaginal opening. Hotter and stickier than Arousal Fluid—a bright red liquid.
Pulling my fingers out and looking, her masturbation earlier came to mind. So that's why she only rubbed her Genitals...
"...You haven't even had sex with a man yet?"
"Hng! Heuk...! Hng...!"
I never imagined she hadn't even tried insertion. In the industry, even Child Actors date once or twice normally.
I'd dated as a Child Actor, and later with various actors. So I'd assumed Miyagi had some experience too...
"M-Mom... I... It was my, my first time..."
A mother had taken her daughter's virginity.
Her voice confessing it was her first while clinging to me stimulated my eardrums. Slowly, I stroked the back of my embracing daughter soothingly.
Seeming a bit reassured, Miyagi finally burst into heartbroken sobs, clinging to me without letting go.
Naked, hugging my neck tight, crying like a little child. Seeing this, pity should have come first, but...
"I see... Your first..."
For some reason, my heart pounded madly.
Soothing her by stroking her back made my heart ache madly. The child in my arms felt so lovable.
In this moment, I forgot she was a monster—the daughter clinging and sobbing felt so lovable I was going mad.
Even though I'd raised her so neglectfully, you never went astray.
That fact was so grateful, so tender, so lovable.
The tingling pleasure it brought to my chest spread through my body via my heart. Lost in the long-forgotten sensation, I'd even forgotten its name.
The sensation of not knowing what to do with how lovable my daughter in my arms was.
"Then... Mom has to take responsibility..."
It was surely Maternal Love I was feeling for the first time in over a decade.