The Only Fear
Whether to press their cunts together and rub, to suck or be sucked down there, or to simply lock lips. Carmel stood before these choices, utterly unable to make up her mind. It was only natural that she hesitated. Even though she was forced to choose one of the options, making a choice meant voluntarily accepting it. This was precisely why I had given her the option in the first place. It would provide me with the perfect material to judge which acts she found less repulsive, and which she considered absolute taboos. Of course, my other motive was simply to savor the delicious sight of her flushed, agonizing face.
"I-I've decided. With... the mouth..."
"The mouth? Do you mean the one up top, or the one down below?"
"My r-real mouth...! Both of us, with our mouths..."
The choice Carmel had settled on after such agonizing deliberation was a literal kiss. She wanted us to explore each other's mouths.
"Fufu, you chose something quite adorable. Were you really that eager to kiss me?"
"S-shut up...! It's just because that's the most normal option... That's the only reason..."
Well, I had figured there was a very high probability she would choose this. Compared to using our lower halves, a kiss would certainly seem like the safest bet. But I had absolutely no intention of letting her off easy. I pushed Carmel down onto the bed, pinning her beneath me.
"W-wait..."
Carmel looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. Her pupils darted frantically, terrified of what I might do to her next.
"I will kiss you just as you wished, Mother. Most romantically... and most lewdly..."
As I leaned forward, our upper bodies pressed together. Our ample breasts overlapped, yielding and flattening against one another. Though I hadn't intended to align them so perfectly, our nipples brushed, sparking a sharp, sensitive jolt. With so much skin-to-skin contact, even Carmel's slightest tremors vibrated directly into me—along with the frantic, violent pounding of her heart.
I grabbed Carmel's hands, which had been drifting aimlessly across the sheets, pinning them down with my own. Slowly, I brought my face closer. Carmel didn't close her eyes, though she averted her gaze slightly.
"Ugh... Ahh..."
Since she had already agreed to the kiss, Carmel's lips did not reject my invasion. My tongue slipped easily past her parted lips. There was no need to rush. Our tongues met at the tips first, as if exchanging a polite greeting. Carmel's tongue was incredibly soft and warm—though mine likely felt the same to her. Then, as if inviting her to a dance, I began to rub my tongue against hers. Just that simple friction sent a dizzying, melting pleasure straight to my brain. I am violating Carmel's mouth right now. The moment that thought crossed my mind, the pleasure transformed into something far stickier and wetter. Something thoroughly obscene. A burning heat pooled in my lower abdomen, matching the fever in my head. Before I knew it, I was slowly grinding my hips against Carmel's stomach. Savoring the texture of her mouth and tongue, I briefly parted my lips to speak.
"Ah... Haa... Phew... Now, Mother... it's your turn to move inside my mouth..."
Surprisingly, Carmel nodded submissively. Perhaps her brain had melted just as much as mine, leaving her no room to even think of resisting. I parted my lips, making it easy for her to invade. Carmel's tongue entered my mouth, slow and hesitant. The soft intruder moved shyly, tasting every corner of my mouth.
"Mph... Chu... Haah... Nnh..."
Wet, lewd squelches and ragged, excited breaths tangled together. It was impossible to tell whose breath belonged to whom. Beneath me, I felt Carmel's body twitching and shuddering. It was, by all accounts, the raw reaction of pure pleasure.
"Haaah..."
When I pulled away again, Carmel kept her mouth open, looking almost disappointed. Her face was completely dazed, as if her mind were entirely consumed by the kiss. Seeing her so utterly defenseless, I couldn't suppress the urge and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth once more. This time, I cast aside all politeness. Surrendering entirely to the overflowing impulse, I swirled my tongue aggressively, sucking up the sweet fluids of her mouth. Fiercely.
"Mgh, nnh...! Mph...! H-hmph... Mmmph...!"
Reacting to the pleasure swirling in her mouth, Carmel's body bucked, trying to leap off the bed. But I tensed my muscles and pinned her down. I squeezed her hands tighter, pressing our sweat-slicked breasts together with bruising force. Our naked, perspiring bodies rubbed against each other, and even that friction became a source of exquisite pleasure. I felt like I was truly going to climax. Just from a kiss.
While I had only just stepped onto the threshold of climax, Carmel seemed to have crossed it long ago. Perhaps because she had already come once, her resistance to pleasure had plummeted. Were those violent shudders from earlier actually her climaxing? If so, I felt a tiny bit guilty. Savoring a light wave of my own release, I stopped pinning her down and gently parted my lips from hers. Carmel squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them, staring up at me through a veil of tears.
"Haa... I-is it over...?"
Her voice, heavy with the afterglow of pleasure and satisfaction, was entirely stripped of its usual venom.
After a kiss that felt like a fierce battle, Carmel and I wiped ourselves down and dressed in silence. The maids would surely be shocked if they saw the stains on the sheets. Fortunately, the laundry maid was tight-lipped, so she wouldn't spread rumors. Well, even if rumors did circulate, no one would ever guess what Carmel and I had actually done. Who could possibly imagine a mother and daughter lying naked together, sharing a kiss that was practically indistinguishable from sex?
"Now then..."
Carmel spoke as she adjusted her clothes. Her thoroughly disheveled body and mind seemed to have recovered quite a bit. For some reason, she tied her sash much tighter than usual, adopting a defensive posture.
"It's time to keep your promise, Sera. You haven't forgotten what we discussed earlier, have you?"
"Of course not. I will answer one of your questions, Mother. I swear by the Goddess, it will be nothing but the absolute truth."
I had already steeled myself. No matter how devastating Carmel's question might be, I was determined to answer with the absolute truth. If I lied now and got caught, the consequences would be catastrophic. The trust we had barely managed to rebuild would shatter, and our deal would be off forever. Savoring the delightful humiliation I had enjoyed so far would become next to impossible. Compared to that disaster, telling the truth carried far less risk. Of course, the nature of Carmel's question was still of paramount importance.
Perhaps that was why Carmel was lost in deep thought. I didn't tease her about not preparing a question beforehand; she clearly hadn't had the mental leeway for it. What would be the most fatal question she could ask me right now? A few potential weaknesses came to mind, but the biggest was undoubtedly how I knew what was going to happen—in other words, the fact that I was a reader of this novel. And Carmel was in a perfect position to ask that. I had already dropped hints that I could 'read her mind.' If she followed that thread, she might very well uncover the truth of my transmigration. If she learned that, she might completely derail my plans, altering the course of events I relied on. I would lose my most powerful weapon. Feeling a slight edge of tension, I waited for her to finish thinking. Finally, Carmel looked up, her face set with determination.
"I've decided on my question."
"Excellent. Go ahead, Mother."
"Sera Rustier. What is it that you fear most?"
What I feared most. So that was her play. It wasn't what I had expected, but it was a remarkably clever move. If your opponent is bound to tell the absolute truth, asking for their greatest fear is a highly intuitive and effective way to find their weakness. However, it was a question I had never once considered. I needed a moment to formulate an answer. What did I fear most? Hideous monsters, vicious criminals, ghosts... those were out of the question. It wasn't even death. I had already died once, after all. To be honest, when I had felt death approaching in my past life, I had felt nothing but relief—glad to finally escape the endless cycle of overwork.
When I didn't answer immediately, Carmel pressed me, her voice laced with dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong? I thought you promised to answer truthfully."
"Just a moment, Mother. Please let me organize my thoughts."
I didn't fear death. Death itself was nothing to be afraid of. But if I were told to die right here and now, I would refuse. Why? The reason was simple. In my previous world, I had no reason to live, but in this world, I had found one. Carmel. My mother. The sole reason for existence that I, a person with two lives, had finally discovered. Losing her was the only thing in this world I truly feared. There was nothing else to even consider.
"I am ready. I will tell you what I fear most. It is losing you, Mother."
"...What...?"
Carmel stared at me, her eyes filled with sheer disbelief.
"You promised to tell the truth. Trying to dodge the question with such cheap tricks..."
"No, no matter how much I think about it, that is the only answer. Mother, losing you is the single, solitary fear I possess."
"...Really...?"
"Yes."
"........"
Was she still suspicious? Carmel fell completely silent, scanning every inch of my face as if trying to read the truth in my expression rather than my words. Then, suddenly looking frustrated, she glared straight into my eyes before burying herself beneath the blankets.
"...Fine. I'm going to sleep."
With that, she rolled over, as if desperate to hide her face from me.
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