Sophia's Maternal Discipline and the Already Aroused Body
“....”
Ice. Sophia Barbara, who had steeled herself to draw a firm line for the sake of her adopted sons’ brilliant future, now stood frozen. The moment she saw Geum Taeyang standing tall before her with his cock suddenly erect, her mind simply stopped. Her eyes were wide, pupils utterly still; the shock had been too great for any rational thought to form.
“Is something wrong, Great Mother?”
The shameless male, Geum Taeyang, looked down at her with an expression so calm it bordered on cold. It wasn’t even a question. More like: What’s the problem? I’m just taking my clothes off.
“W-why… why is it like that…?”
Sophia’s mouth finally moved, but the words tumbled out in a jumbled mess. Too many questions fought to escape at once, leaving her stuttering and incoherent.
“I told you, didn’t I? As the new chieftain, I’ll do my best. This is part of that.”
With brisk, almost clinical efficiency, Geum Taeyang stripped away the rest of his clothes as if a veteran doctor donning surgical scrubs.
“Let me ask you, Great Mother. Who do you think a half-human like me, who lost his real father young, learned the ways of a barbarian man, a warrior, and a leader from?”
Thud…!!
Now completely naked, his cock standing fully erect, Geum Taeyang stood before the kneeling Sophia, lifting only his head to meet her gaze. His voice and expression carried heavy meaning.
“W-well, that’s…”
“That’s right. I learned from my adoptive father, Conan Barbara.”
Sophia couldn’t bring herself to say the name, but Geum Taeyang had no such hesitation. He spoke it freely—the man he had personally slain by driving Luciena into his heart.
“My adoptive father told me this: When you forgive someone, forgive them completely, without a single speck of dust left behind. But when you enforce discipline, show no mercy in your heart. Devastate them utterly.”
Step. Step. Step.
Geum Taeyang walked slowly toward a certain spot.
“As the new chieftain, I intend to begin exactly as my adoptive father taught me.”
The place was the chieftain’s chair—the very seat Conan Barbara had occupied until that very morning. Gruman.
“T-Taeyang…!”
Geum Taeyang stood naked and fully erect before Gruman. The sight struck Sophia so deeply that the formal title “Chieftain” slipped from her lips, replaced by his name.
“Hmm… Gruman.”
Thud…!!!
Just as she feared, Geum Taeyang sat down on the chieftain’s chair—naked, cock erect—exactly where his adoptive father had sat that morning.
“T-Taeyang…!!!!”
“I’m simply following what I was taught, Great Mother.”
It was utterly obscene. Killing his adoptive father and then sitting naked and erect on the man’s throne… Sophia nearly cried out in reflex, but Geum Taeyang cut her off with a dignified voice.
“This is exactly what Conan Barbara did to his uncle. The uncle who raised him. Right now, I’m continuing the territory-marking ritual he performed.”
Indeed, after killing his uncle, Conan had not only taken his aunt—he had thoroughly desecrated everything that belonged to the previous chieftain. It wasn’t mere madness; it was the traditional “territory marking” of the Mohican tribe.
“Ah, from your expression, it seems my adoptive father never told you directly. But if you knew he killed his uncle to become chieftain, you should have expected something this intense. The more intimate the relationship, the more explicit the marking becomes.”
“T-that’s…”
Geum Taeyang was right. Conan had never explained the custom to his legitimate wife, Sophia. It was tradition, necessary for establishing authority, yet far from pleasant. He had, however, told his daughter Athena, who wished to become a warrior. Geum Taeyang had heard it from her.
For a moment, anger flared in Sophia, yet she couldn’t deny the reason behind his actions. Territory marking—erasing the traces of the previous chieftain—was almost superstitious. But in barbarian society, such superstitions held immense power. If the marking wasn’t done properly, the former chieftain’s spirit would drag the tribe into ruin. Especially when the previous chieftain had been a close family member, the marking had to be brutally explicit to sever that bond.
“Are you satisfied, Great Mother? As the new chieftain, I’m carrying out my adoptive father’s teachings perfectly. They say no one was better at enforcing discipline than the old chieftain.”
Geum Taeyang offered a rational justification, then used it to needle her. It was blatant sarcasm. I want to be twisted. You care about me, I know, but who gave you the right to leave? As her adopted son, he was genuinely sulking.
No… No, Taeyang… You can’t let personal feelings interfere with official duties…!!
From the way Sophia looked up at him, it was clear his intention had landed perfectly. What Geum Taeyang wanted was for her to recognize his twistedness and panic over it.
True to her nature as a mother with an uncanny radar for her children’s misbehavior, Sophia caught on immediately. The pretext was sound—necessary for a new chieftain. Yet to her eyes, Geum Taeyang was doing this out of personal resentment toward her.
“You might be thinking there’s no need to perform the marking in front of me. But you, Great Mother, are worth far more than the previous chieftain’s legitimate wife Conan took. Wouldn’t you say?”
Conan had never brought his aunt to the site of his marking. Geum Taeyang had. Why?
“Because by the time the battle ended, Conan’s aunt had already opened her heart to him. You, however, still haven’t opened yours to me.”
The aunt had recognized Conan as her male the instant he slit her husband’s throat. Barbarian women prioritized motherhood over pure romantic love. Her instincts had activated to protect her children from Conan’s blade. Sophia, on the other hand, felt desire for Geum Taeyang yet clung to her identity as his adoptive mother with iron pride. She could do so only because she believed Geum Taeyang would never harm Athena, even though Athena carried Conan’s blood.
Therefore, Sophia too must become a target of humiliation—an object of territory marking. That was discipline. That was the new chieftain’s duty.
“Taeyang! Taeyang, you can’t possibly—!”
Thud!
Shock and faint anger mixed on her face as Sophia shifted, still clutching her clothes, and nearly fell on her backside. She had realized it too.
“That’s right, Great Mother. I’m going to make you mine. I’m going to fuck you.”
The new chieftain and adopted son declared he would take her.
“No! Just because you’re chieftain doesn’t mean you have to do this! You can follow your mother’s words instead!”
“‘Doesn’t have to’ means it’s still allowed, doesn’t it? What’s the problem, Great Mother?”
Step. Step. Step.
Sophia’s fierce resistance began. She had sworn loyalty as Great Mother to the new chieftain, but that oath rested on the assumption he would be a proper leader. Seeing he was not, she reverted to full adoptive-mother mode.
Geum Taeyang approached her with a cold smile, naked and erect. In a broader sense, taking her would help persuade the rest of the Mohican forces outside the Gaia tribe. Sophia would understand and accept it. But Geum Taeyang didn’t want natural sex. His kink was breaking the perfect maman.
So he would maintain this twisted Geum Taeyang persona to make her maternal instincts surge.
“Don’t do this, Taeyang! You’re not this kind of child. You’ve always been kind, pure, and well-mannered!”
“I’m plenty capable of being this kind of man. What kind of twenty-three-year-old sucks his adoptive mother’s breasts? That’s how depraved I am.”
“That’s only because our relationship is special…”
Even when Sophia glared at him with wide adoptive-mother eyes, Geum Taeyang didn’t flinch. Normally he would have smiled sheepishly and acted cute. Realizing this, Sophia switched tactics, putting on a pitiful expression to coax him. That card failed too. Geum Taeyang simply hammered her with cold facts, exposing just how immoral and base he truly was.
“Besides, I know the truth. You want my cock too, Great Mother.”
Pressing his advantage, Geum Taeyang drove her further into a corner—exposing the uncomfortable truth that she lusted after him as a male, the very thing she never wanted revealed.
“W-what?”
Sophia’s expression froze mid-thought. From her reaction, it was obvious she had never expected him to expose this.
“You got soaking wet watching me and Athena have sex. Your breathing was so deep and rough. I’m certain you went back to the main tent and masturbated that night.”
Geum Taeyang unleashed the trump card he had been saving. Thanks to his Casanova trait, he knew exactly what had happened after that all-night sex session—Sophia’s masturbation upon returning to the tent, and even her touching herself while he fixed the shower. He had simply pretended not to notice.
“Geum Taeyang!! How could you say such things to your mother?! There are things you can and cannot say! What kind of filthy water have you been drinking to speak such nonsense?!”
Sophia flushed crimson with rage. He had struck her reverse scale. Feeling sexual excitement toward her adopted son while in maman mode was indeed her forbidden line. Of course, outside that mode it wouldn’t be. But Geum Taeyang had cleverly kept her locked in maman mode, so her outburst was only natural.
“Then let’s make a bet worthy of barbarians. I’ll wager our future on whether you’re already dripping wet down there right now.”
Yet that was precisely why it was her reverse scale—because it was true. Geum Taeyang immediately challenged her.
“If I’m wrong, I’ll leave as you wish. If I’m right… well, prepare yourself.”
“W-what kind of ridiculous bet is that?! Why would I, your mother, accept such a thing?!”
“If you’re confident, prove it yourself. Use that confidence to scold this unfilial, rotten adopted son.”
“....”
The stakes were crystal clear. Yet Sophia, face red and eyes blazing, could only deny the bet itself. Geum Taeyang gaslit her: if she truly wanted to correct her wayward son as a proper mother, she had to accept the challenge. She had no rebuttal. She could stay silent, but she could never lie. Even she knew this was the true maman’s way.
“Shall I check for you?”
Thud!
“N-no… I’ll check myself, Taeyang…”
“Yes. Do so. I’ll trust you. You’re not the kind of person who would lie to me, Great Mother.”
Sophia’s face remained flushed, but the fire in her eyes had faded. Her gaze dropped lower. As Geum Taeyang moved to lift her lower garments for confirmation, she pleaded in a trembling voice, desperate to preserve at least the last shred of her adoptive-mother dignity.
Shhhhk…!
Sophia reached behind herself, slipping her hand between her buttocks to check her rear entrance.
“.....”
Her expression instantly became one anyone could interpret.
“As expected, you’re dripping wet. From seeing me naked and erect like this. In such a serious situation.”
Thud…!
Having already known the outcome, Geum Taeyang lowered himself with leisurely confidence. Then—
Whoosh!
“Kyaaah! T-Taeyang!”
Jiggle! Jiggle!
He roughly yanked up her top, exposing her massive 80J breasts.
“Even your nipples! Have you gone mad over your adopted son to the point your nipples are erect, Great Mother?!”
“Hwaaaah! N-nooo…!!!”
Thus, by exposing her erect nipples, he thoroughly humiliated his adoptive mother.