Ventorino Kingdom - Collapse or Fall (7)
Clutching his stinging cheek, Alfonso stared at his mother in a daze.
...?
He couldn’t understand it. Why had he been hit? Why was his mother telling him to apologize to that bastard? Had he really done something wrong?
Alfonso thought about it hard. When he had opened the door and seen what was happening on the bed, a nameless emotion had surged through him. The boy had taken it for anger. First, the man had stolen his first love; now he had stolen his mother. How could he not be furious?
Mom is my mom.
That was what he thought.
When Mari, his first love, had been taken from him, he had told himself he could live with it. He had been angry, yes, so angry it felt as though something inside him might burst, but he had endured it. Mari had said she liked Valdes. She had said from the very beginning that she loved Sir Valdes.
Besides, Valdes had been his benefactor, the one who had saved his life.
In fact, when he thought back on what had happened then, it was painfully embarrassing. Even though he had known Mari was right beside him, he had been too busy running for his life to look after her. If anything, it had only been thanks to his older sister Clara that he had managed to move at all. Compared to that, Valdes, despite his shortcomings, had been the first to appear and save them.
So if it was him, if it was Sir Valdes, then he could leave his sister in his care.
But this—
Mom... not Mom... Mom can’t...!
His body shot forward on reflex.
The door, slammed aside by his own momentum, crashed into the wall with a loud bang. Both of them turned to look at him, but it was already too late to stop what had begun. He leapt onto the bed and threw a punch straight at Sir Valdes, no—at that bastard, who was smiling for some reason.
With a sharp thwack, Valdes was sent flying backward.
And then, Alfonso got slapped by his mother.
...
He replayed the last few minutes in his head, but he still couldn’t make sense of any of it.
“Ah...!”
Alfonso was so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed it, but Katarina was just as flustered as he was.
In the middle of her sex, her son Alfonso had suddenly appeared. Before she had even properly registered him, he had already climbed up beside her, shoved Valdes away, and struck his face. At that instant, she had become furious.
Fortunately, Alfonso was still young and his body had not fully developed. He had never really trained in martial arts either, because his studies had focused more on the art of kingship than on swordsmanship or physical conditioning. Thanks to that, Valdes’s face had only reddened a little; he hadn’t been badly hurt.
Still, she couldn’t bear even that small injury.
...And she had been right on the verge.
The taste of a real cock, felt for the very first time. That dizzying pleasure of a massive cock jabbing deep into her cunt and striking her womb over and over. She had been just moments away from reaching another ecstatic climax, and then it had been interrupted. Katarina refused to admit it, but rage had surged up at the person who had ruined it for her.
So, unable to hold back her anger, she had swung her hand.
The slap rang out against her palm, and only then, when her cheek began to burn, did she realize she had made a mistake. Just how much had she cherished Alfonso all this time?
And yet the first place she had ever struck him was not just any place, but his cheek—and the reason was that he had hit her lover. It was practically the height of shamelessness. If anyone else heard the story, they would laugh in disbelief. It was a deeply humiliating thing.
...
So, should she apologize?
She couldn’t.
She had always wanted to be the kind of parent who was unquestionably right, a splendid parent whom her children could admire. That was why, until now, she had always shown her daughter and son a dignified, admirable face, and only occasionally indulged their childish demands with gentle affection. But if she apologized here, everything she had built would collapse.
Katarina made another foolish choice.
She hardened her expression as she looked at Alfonso, who still had not finished sorting through his thoughts, and fixed him with a cold stare.
When Alfonso finally came to his senses, he saw that Katarina still wore that frightening face.
“Eep...!”
He shuddered.
It wasn’t an expression he knew well, but he had seen it before. It was exactly the same face she had worn about three years ago when he skipped class and went out to play. That day, Alfonso learned that he could, in fact, be scolded that badly. After that, he had never skipped a class even once.
Now that Katarina was wearing that same face again, Alfonso shrank in on himself. Then she drove the nail in even deeper.
“...Alfonso.”
“Y-yes!”
She had only said his name, but Alfonso flinched violently and climbed down from the bed to stand at attention.
Alfonso.
Not Al.
She had not used the affectionate nickname she always called him by, but his full name. The boy knew very well what that meant. If he thought about it, his mother had also called him Alfonso before she slapped him on the cheek.
In the end, the prince opened his mouth toward Valdes.
“I... um... sob...”
His lips trembled as he struggled to speak. Tears kept welling up, blurring the corners of his eyes. Still, his mother was angry. If that was the case, then he had to do it.
“S-s-sir Valdes... I-I’m... sob... sorry...”
“...Mm, good.”
With a complicated look in her eyes, Katarina praised her son, who had lowered his head and was apologizing in a choked voice. At least she had gotten him to apologize somehow. What should she do next?
Her gaze naturally turned back to Valdes.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“Ugh... yes...”
“So.”
“...?”
“Why did our Prince Alfonso come here?”
Sitting comfortably on the bed with a sly smile, Valdes tossed out the question. Katarina was startled and hissed his name in a lowered voice.
“Valdes, yo— ah, no, Valdes!”
But he ignored her call.
“It’s fine. Go on and tell me.”
“Th-that’s...”
Alfonso fidgeted helplessly and cast a pleading look at his mother.
It wasn’t really a story he couldn’t tell, but he didn’t want to say it in front of Valdes. Not about the grief of losing his first love, and certainly not about the lust he had just discovered. Maybe he could have told his mother, but to the man who had caused all of this, he could never say it, even if he died.
But Katarina could do nothing. She could only keep glancing at Valdes’s face, reading his mood. Even though her beloved son was clearly in distress, she couldn’t step in. The queen, who had just moments ago been addressing him with deference, begging for love, and clinging to pleasure, still had not fully shaken off the aftereffects.
“Hm? I said tell me.”
Between the two of them, Valdes dropped a bomb.
“...Watching your mother cheat like that, and getting your cock hard over it.”
“Valde—!! ...Huh?”
“What? Ah, th-tha, I—”
Both Katarina and Alfonso, the person in question himself, reflexively lowered their gaze to the boy’s groin. And there it was. A bulge, clearly rising beneath his trousers.
!!
“Ah, th-tha, that’s...”
The two of them were thrown into chaos.
The reason was the same.
The mother was shocked that her son had gotten hard while watching her fucking another man. The son was shocked that his own penis was currently erect. Everything had happened so embarrassingly fast that neither of them had noticed until now.
...
Overcome with complicated feelings, the queen shut her eyes tightly.
The situation seemed to have slipped from her hands. No, it had probably been out of her hands from the start. Still, until just a moment ago, there had been something she could say. But now, there was nothing she could do, and nothing she could even think.
“Sob... sniff...”
Alfonso quietly whimpered at the incomprehensible situation.
He had only just awakened to lust, but he knew that being caught with an erection was embarrassing. Of course, that wasn’t because he had gotten hard watching his mother have sex. It was simply the fact that he was hard at all.
He still didn’t understand that becoming erect while looking at one’s mother was not normal.
“Haha, why is everyone acting like this?”
“Ugh, V-Valdes... p-please stop...!”
Katarina stared at him with a miserable look.
Right now, the two of them were dancing in the palm of his hand. It should have been as simple as pushing him away. If she had driven Valdes out and soothed Alfonso, she could have kept this whole thing secret and sent her son back. Yet she could not bring herself to do it.
“Hmm, Valdes?”
“........V-Valdes... sir...”
“What’s this? Are you saying that because your son is right here?”
When she began stammering, speaking far more slowly and clumsily than before, Valdes frowned as though displeased. Katarina flinched, not knowing what to do.
“Then I guess I’ll have to teach him.”
“W-what... ahh!”
“M-mom?!”
Alfonso, who had been staring at the bed and floor where they met with a dim, lowered gaze, suddenly looked up in shock at his mother’s cry.
There she was, Katarina, in Valdes’s arms. As if it were only natural, Valdes had seated her between his spread legs, his left hand teasing her breasts and his right hand groping between her thighs.
“Nnh... ah, wai— just a momen— ahh♡ no... my son, he’s... watching...♥”
Even as she said those things, Katarina made no real attempt to resist.
Her body trembled slightly, but there was no sign at all that she intended to shove him away or escape. Even Alfonso could see it clearly. She was saying it was wrong, and yet she was enjoying it.
...gulp.
The boy swallowed, moistened his dry throat, and licked his lips. He didn’t know why, but his throat kept going dry.
“Haah, ah, mmnh... Al... you, you mustn’t look... t-turn your head, ahh! ...pl-please...!”
This time, Katarina spoke to Alfonso. She couldn’t stop both of Valdes’s hands, so she meant to turn her watching son’s eyes away.
The prince’s pupils shook.
He wanted to look. He wanted to keep looking at his mother trembling in the hands of Sir Valdes, the adulterous man who had stolen his first love. He wanted to burn into his eyes the sight of those breasts and nipples he had squeezed and sucked so many times, now being toyed with by obscene fingers, and that secret place of his mother’s body, the one he was seeing for the very first time, being tormented before him.
But it was his mother speaking. He had always been taught to obey his mother. He had just been slapped across the face. His mother’s words were the symbol of both reverence and fear. Slowly, Alfonso began to turn his head away.
When he had turned it by about forty degrees, a single sentence reached his ears—the line that led the boy to both salvation and ruin.
“What are you turning away for? Alfonso, you can keep watching.”
“Ah... yes?!”
“H-heh! Ah... no, ahh! Haaah! Ah, hahhh...♥”
Valdes shut up Katarina, who was about to insist that this was wrong, not by force, but by pinching her left nipple—one of her most sensitive spots—with ruthless persistence, wringing moans from her lips.
“You be quiet. At this rate, we might as well give our son a little sex education, too. Hmm? Don’t you think?”
“Th-that... heh! Ah, ahh... wha...?”
“Why not? Alfonso’s already pretty big, isn’t he? So this year... ah, never mind. In any case, he’s at the age when puberty should be starting. ...He got hard just watching his mother naked, after all... so shouldn’t his mother help him that much? Don’t you feel sorry for a son who still can’t even get his own cock to go down on his own?”
“H, aaah, ngh, mmnh... th-that’s... ah, no... he can’t...♥ Hnn... kkahh!”
Valdes, persuading her. And his mother, being persuaded.
...
Alfonso watched the two of them with bloodshot eyes.
It went without saying who the boy was rooting for. His head, which had slowly been turning away, was already back to where it had started.
For a moment, he lowered his gaze to his own groin. Valdes was right. Alfonso still didn’t know what to do with a cock that had grown this hard. He knew that if he put it into a woman’s hole and thrust until he spilled his seed, she would get pregnant, but he still didn’t know how to pleasure himself.
When the boy lifted his head again, his eyes were fixed on nothing but his mother’s body.
His mother’s face, her hair damp with sweat and clinging to her cheeks so that she looked even more beautiful, was flushed in a way that stood in stark contrast to her snow-white hair. Her lush breasts were being kneaded and reshaped like clay. Her nipples stood rigidly erect, unlike when he had sucked them, and between the pale thicket of hair below, her cunt was constantly spilling a sticky-looking liquid.
Watching her, the son unknowingly let the words slip from his lips.
“Mom...”
“...!!”
Her son was looking at her with wet, shimmering eyes.
At that instant, the queen’s eyes flew wide open, shook violently, and then slowly closed again.
Alfonso rejoiced inwardly. His mind was already overflowing with everything that would happen next. They were all scenes he had seen in erotic picture books. Even if his mother gave him something like that, he would be thrilled.
But the one who had set this whole thing in motion had no intention of being generous to that prince.
“Katarina.”
“Hic! Y-yes, yes...”
“Just do what I tell you. Understand?”
“Hah...! Mmm, yes, yes... I understand...♥”
Before long, Valdes whispered something into Katarina’s ear. She jumped at what he said, then looked down at Alfonso’s groin. After that, she slowly reached her foot toward it.
...After that, she slowly reached her foot toward it.