The Stepmother's Dilemma
Carmel was more flustered than I had ever seen her before. It seemed she truly hadn't expected me to go this far.
"P-Pull it out, right now...! Ahhh...!"
Every time she struggled to escape my grasp, Carmel's voluptuous body inevitably put on a highly erotic display. I could feel it not just with my eyes, but directly through our pressed-together, naked skin.
I whispered to Carmel, close enough that my tongue could have slipped right into her ear.
"Mother, Mother, Mother... Ah, Mother..."
"Do—do you think you'll get away with this...? If you don't stop right now..."
"What will you do? Call for help? Do you want every corner of the kingdom to know that you were rolling around naked with your stepdaughter?"
"You... ah... Sera...!"
Tiny teardrops welled in Carmel's eyes as she glared up at me in sheer frustration. Ah, this was the absolute best. The moment I saw them, a tight, thrilling sensation coiled deep in my stomach.
"I did warn you, didn't I? I told you I would ravish you... Yet you fell asleep so defenselessly, and even provoked me with a lie. This is entirely your fault, Mother."
Even as I poured my low voice into her ear, my fingers continued to move inside her. It was a gentle, caressing motion, as if trying to soothe her thrashing body.
Carmel seemed to have realized that she couldn't escape this situation on her own. She stopped her desperate attempts to pull away and let her body go limp.
She protested, her voice laced with sweet, ragged breaths.
"A—a lie? I never... ngh... lied to you...!"
"Is that so? Then this time, tell me properly. What on earth were you doing out so late?"
"It's just as I said before...! I met... ah... Pehart... and we only talked...!"
"Did you? And what did you talk about?"
Somehow, it had turned into an interrogation, but this wasn't bad in its own way. With her pussy being fondled, Carmel seemed to be quite honest.
"Haa, ah... It was... about you, Se—Sera..."
"About me?"
That was an unexpected answer. I had been fully convinced that Carmel was seducing Pehart to hatch another conspiracy.
"Yes... ngh... Pehart was the one who wanted to talk in the first place... ah... It's the truth...!"
"What exactly did you discuss?"
"Whether you were doing well here... ngh... if we were getting along, what I thought of you... ah, things like that..."
I see. The original purpose of my confinement here was exactly that: to improve my relationship with Carmel. With the deadline approaching, it made sense that Pehart would want to know if there had been any progress. So, there was a very high probability that Carmel was telling the truth.
"And? How did you answer? What did you say you thought of me?"
"O-Of course... I said we were... getting along well... ah... and that you were a very... sweet, good girl... ngh, ah...!"
Mmh, indeed. We certainly were getting along well—well enough to be clinging to each other completely naked like this. But a "sweet, good girl"... Feeling a sudden surge of playfulness, I whispered into Carmel's ear.
"Fufu, a sweet, good girl... Do you really think of me that way, Mother?"
How must Carmel feel, being assaulted in her sleep while having just described her assailant as a "sweet, good girl"? Just thinking about it made the space between my thighs grow hot.
Carmel glared at me, squeezing out the very last of her defiance as she spoke.
"D-Don't make me laugh... Sweet? You're the worst human being I've ever... ngh, ahhh...!"
Carmel couldn't finish her sentence. I had curved my fingers inside her pussy, relentlessly and firmly pressing against her most sensitive spot over and over again.
"How cruel... Even now, I'm working so hard to make you feel good, Mother. Come now, you like it here, don't you?"
"Ah, ngh... Not there, so hard... ahhh...!"
Did she have a light orgasm? Carmel arched her back and shuddered, covering her mouth with one hand. The flesh inside her pussy clamped tightly around my fingers. Her face was flushed crimson with excitement—the face of a female submitting to pleasure. Moreover, she seemed to feel a mixture of humiliation, shame, and even anger at the fact that she was accepting pleasure given by me.
The moment I saw her like that, the words that rose to my mind slipped out of my mouth.
"You are so beautiful, Mother..."
Perhaps snapped out of the lingering afterglow of her climax by those words, Carmel focused her eyes and stared at me. Then, in a slightly trembling voice, she spoke.
"I—I trusted you...!"
"You trusted me? You... trusted me, Mother?"
How absurd. Carmel and I were enemies. When both of our destructions were on the line, establishing rules was laughable, and even if we did, they were only meant to be broken. Though I had acted as if there were "rules" between us, that was purely to tame her. There was absolutely no reason for Carmel to trust them. Trusting rules set by an enemy was not just dangerous; it was downright foolish. There was no way Carmel didn't know this. Thus, this was a mere tantrum—nothing more than a weak display born of her panic.
If I were simply Carmel's enemy, it would have been appropriate to mock her in return. But my goal was not merely to defeat her. I whispered against the nape of her neck in a soft, comforting voice.
"Oh dear... I'm sorry, Mother. But I have absolutely no intention of betraying your trust. Even this act... is merely part of our deal, you see?"
"H-How is this... a deal?!"
"I admit it was a bit coercive. But you were the one who hid the truth with misleading words, weren't you? I simply chose the easiest way to verify it—by asking your body directly."
Well, to be honest, tonight's actions were close to a loss of control for me as well, born of the anxiety that my time sharing a room with Carmel was nearing its end. Her provocation was merely a coincidental trigger. However, it would be advantageous to frame it this way—to teach Carmel the lesson that hiding the truth carries a heavy price.
"L-Liar...! That's just an excuse! You just wanted to... r-ravish me... using the truth as a pretext...!"
Hmm, even in her panicked state, she wouldn't fall for it that easily. Perhaps that was a bit of a stretch. I needed to change the subject quickly.
"No, really. It's just that the presentation of the terms and the execution of the deal were slightly delayed. I will certainly pay the price for using your lovely body, Mother."
This, too, was sophistry, but it was sophistry she couldn't afford to reject. From Carmel's perspective, it was far better to gain something from me, however unreasonable, than to be ravished for absolutely nothing.
"...What kind of price?"
"One question. Just like before, I will answer any question you have. Without a single lie."
"Y-You expect me to believe that now, after doing this to me?"
"If you don't want to, I can't force you. But are you sure you're okay with that? If you refuse, it means you let me have your pussy for absolutely no reason or gain."
Carmel glared at me with eyes that practically screamed, Who said I let you! Yet, she surely knew that accepting my terms was her best option.
"...Fine."
But that was a trap. It was re-establishing a rule she should never have trusted. Blinded by immediate gain, she was essentially agreeing that her own body and this humiliating experience were valid "trading conditions." Well, forcing her into an inescapable corner is precisely what "taming" is all about.
"Wait, let's make one thing clear first. This act... this is the end of it, right?"
She had more of her wits about her than I thought. Personally, I wanted to make her pussy climax two or three more times.
"Mmm... it's still a little lacking."
"Lacking? You—you already laid your hands on there...!"
"Then, one kiss. We'll end this with just one kiss. Surely that much is fine, Mother?"
"A kiss..."
Compared to having her pussy tormented, a kiss was a trivial matter. In some contexts, it might not even seem unnatural between a mother and daughter. Of course, I had no intention of ending it with that kind of kiss.
Carmel nodded slightly and spoke.
"Fine... a kiss... if that really is the end..."
Carmel's gaze stole a glance at my lips. I could tell she had been hyper-aware of them the moment the word "kiss" was mentioned. Pretending not to notice, I spoke.
"Then, I will give you the choice, Mother."
"...A choice?"
"Both you and I have an upper mouth and a lower mouth, don't we? Depending on which ones we use to kiss, that gives us a total of four possibilities."
"What?"
Carmel stared at me in absolute shock. Surely, she wasn't just surprised by such vulgar words coming from a princess's mouth.