072. Master's Mom is Too Stunning – Can't Even Fight Back, Just Gets Unilaterally Scolded! What's This Slave Abuse Bullshit!? The Slave Defending His Owner
The [Sign Up] magic on the door didn't just automatically open for registered people.
...I'd forgotten about it because there hadn't been any visitors lately.
But if someone knocked like now, it interfered with the soundproofing to weaken it. So you could invite them in.
In other words, they might have overheard our whispers.
If we kept pretending not to be here half-assedly, we might end up backfiring big time.
The perfect soundproofing that hadn't let even our loud moans during sex leak out was now weakened.
"...Come in."
Sylvia's voice echoed, and...
—Click.
...the door opened.
Standing there was a woman who looked just like Sylvia.
She was definitely a bit taller, but still under 170cm. Was the petite height genetic?
But... no matter what, she looked way too similar.
'Why does she look so young!?'
Seris's mom had looked young from good maintenance, but not like Sylvia's mom here – she looked like her sister.
In novels, this kind of setup usually meant some absolute powerhouse. My tension spiked even higher.
Cold sweat prickled my skin.
"Hmm..."
Sylvia had sharp eyes but a cute, mischievous babyface that made her harmless.
Yet even as a spitting image, the atmosphere alone could make her seem so different. Sylvia's mother had a cold, ruthless impression.
...Honestly, she just looked like a fresh take on Sylvia. Incredibly beautiful.
A slightly taller Sylvia... no, her mother clicked her heels across the threshold into the room.
Wait, now I saw – the heels made her look taller? Without them, she'd probably be the same height. Were they really twins?
But no way. Sylvia, gripping my hand tightly, wasn't in a joking mood. This had to be her real mom.
The two women, alike yet worlds apart in vibe, faced each other.
"How have you been? But wow, what a shock. That belly – don't tell me you're already pregnant?"
"N-No. Th-This is..."
Sylvia froze, unable to answer properly to the greeting laced with a bombshell question.
Ugh! It wasn't just the vibe – the bellies were different too!
I'd have panicked the same way.
"Sylvia, don't stammer so undignifiedly. Speak clearly."
Gulp... I swallowed without thinking.
My stomach churned wondering how she'd navigate this minefield.
"Not pregnant..."
"Not pregnant, then?"
"P-P-Punishment..."
Unlike her looks, she seemed pretty strict and scary – Sylvia was already cowed.
"Why can't you speak properly?"
Sylvia's mom narrowed her eyes.
But wasn't that a bit much?
'Her daughter got cursed – shouldn't that come first? Was "how have you been" really it?'
It felt absurd, like treating it as some petty boy-fight.
Then why come here suddenly?
Under her mother's grilling, Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut and finally confessed honestly.
"I made my slave inject semen as punishment..."
"...I see. I figured as much."
Coldness seeped into her voice.
"I guessed from the story about fighting another witch. You've always been quick at lewd studies since childhood... The only new factor that could make you, who learned thorough self-management under me, fight would be this."
Only then did she turn to me gracefully and greet me.
"Nice to meet you, slave. Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Cliana Armani Rune Lumer. This inadequate girl's mother. Feel free to call me Cliana."
"...Nice to meet you too. I'm Jin Yuseong, Sylvia's slave."
"Jin–Yu–Seong. What an unusual name. Oh, it was just unfamiliar – hope that didn't offend?"
"No, no, it's fine. If it's hard to pronounce, just call me slave."
"Thank you. Then, slave it is... I've been late visiting because I have my own life too."
That was it? I couldn't just let it slide.
She looked so much like Sylvia, it was hard to speak harshly, though.
"Um, still, isn't this a bit too late...? Sylvia went through a life-threatening battle to break the curse. But coming in and immediately laying into the atmosphere like this..."
"Hehe. My naughty daughter has a slave far too good for her. As a girl, you always have to be prepared for life-threatening fights."
"But she's your child, right? Coming late and jumping straight to this... Shouldn't checking if she's okay come first...?"
"So gentle – must be because you're a boy."
"...I think it's just basic human decency."
"Sigh. Truth is, if my schedule had cleared, I'd have come right away. But it happened while I was tied in my private barn living as a cow..."
What? Cow...?
My brain refused to process Cliana's words.
Ah, cow? It didn't fit the elegant dress-uniform hybrid she wore at all.
I wondered if I'd misheard.
"I thought my daughter was all grown up, so I planned half a year carefree as a slave-exclusive pet livestock."
'Fuck, not a hallucination!'
Cliana continued.
"But right in the middle of a week living as a serious seed-receptacle toy with my intelligence lowered by magic, the incident happened. Only after the week ended, returning to cow-pet-appropriate smarts, could I decide to end the livestock life. That's why I'm here now."
Serious seed-receptacle toy life? Female pet cow?
What the hell was I hearing?
My vision shook, mind reeling.
"Even with some mana, my slave – just an ordinary man – couldn't access the blocked private barn where I was thoroughly treated as livestock, so he couldn't hear news either. Sylvia, my slave asks after you."
"Y-Yes... Tell him I'm fine. And that I miss him."
"Will do. Sigh... Wondering how much affection you'd built with a slave summoned less than two months ago to fight your friend..."
Cliana's gaze stabbed Sylvia sharply; she flinched, grip on my hand tightening.
"To think you'd go this far lewd with your slave. Sylvia, you. Daring to demand anal from your slave."
"No! This was justified punishment because my slave seduced another girl...!"
Sylvia's voice trailed off smaller and smaller.
"Punishment? Haha. To a slave of just two months? Should've stopped at groping tits and kissing! Fine, let's say it was punishment. But that belly! No abuse, and it'd never be packed that full!"
Under her mother's point, Sylvia covered her bulging belly with her hands.
At a loss, she stammered.
"Th-This... It's, uh, you know..."
"Not all semen, obviously – what else did you stuff in? Never mind. Probably lewd juice via catheter for urination service. Ha... Mom's head hurts. Forgot all my teachings on slowly acclimating boys to body play since they're delicate?"
"N-Nooo..."
"Tsk. Your letter about the master-slave contract was just over a month ago! I relaxed into the barn then!"
Ah, that damn barn kept coming up.
Cliana pressed Sylvia relentlessly.
"Even if circumstances built affection fast. Demanding anal from a boy new to master-slave life, and bloating your belly like that?"
"Uwa... Uwaaa..."
"Feels ecstatic now, but rushing like this hurts both long-term. You learned how delicate early slave-adapting boys are – forcing high-level lewd stuff already? Do you have a brain?"
"...B-But...! You've always been slave's seed-receptacle toy since I was little. I'm holding back even now...!"
To Sylvia's mumbling excuse, her spitting-image mother glared fiercely and scolded hard.
"Know your shame!"
Sylvia couldn't withstand the shout and hung her head.
Man, the vibe was awkward as hell.
I couldn't watch her get chewed out when she hadn't done much wrong.
"Um, ma'am."
"Oh, sorry. Got too heated with you here, slave. My daughter's slave? Something to say? If she's done worse, speak freely. And Cliana's fine."
"Ah, yes, Cliana. Anyway, what I want to say is – Sylvia has never abused me."
"...If you're scared she'll force more intense lewd stuff, it's okay. I'll scold her properly..."
To doubting Cliana, I elaborated.
"No. What I mean is – please don't scold Sylvia. As her slave, I've never been mistreated; it really was just paying for my mistake... as she said."
Saying aloud that as a guy, I'd hurt my pretty girlfriend and paid with anal made my conscience twinge; I couldn't finish confidently.
Maybe that's why Cliana's skeptical eyes lingered.
"Then why stammer? Even close master-slave needs right and wrong clear."
"No, really. Believe me. Fact is, this belly's all from my semen, not other fluids. You think it's a lie when she likes it that much?"
Stroking Sylvia's belly beside me, Cliana's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed.
"Pardon? How could it all be semen...? Ha. Your clumsy defense just makes me more suspicious. Sylvia...!"
"No, don't scold innocent Sylvia anymore...! Ugh, how can I make you believe!?"
"Common sense says my daughter's state screams slave abuse... If that belly being all semen isn't nonsense but possible, I'll consider."
"What do I do!?"
"Hmm... Answer this. Could you make my daughter your pet livestock?"
Pet... livestock...
My diagonal-right heroine Sylvia looked up shyly, lashes downcast, eyes full of expectation. Speechless.
"Can't answer? Proof of abuse..."
I glanced between Cliana and Sylvia. Her eyes dimmed.
Screw it.
"I could."
Sylvia beamed proudly at her mom, like see?
Done, right?
"...Hmm. Answered, huh. Still suspicious without proof... Ah! If you can do this, I'll admit I misunderstood."
"Anything! I'll do it!"
"Fuck my daughter raw right in front of me, belly and all. If you can, I'll apologize to her for the fuss."
"Pardon...? In front of you...?"
"Problem? Mother-daughter – seeing her get fucked is fine, right? Hmm. Or are you chickening out on pervert sex to defend your 'master'?"
"Yuseong..."
Sylvia pouted her lips, sending desperate eyes my way.
Hating scolding and wanting belly sex – two feelings clear. But obviously, the belly sex urge dominated.
Absurd – nearly burst out laughing.
Third-party exposure sex. In front of her mom, no less.
Momentarily speechless, but Sylvia's cute reaction beside me made answering easy.