Chapter 50 Taboo (1)
Chapter 50 Taboo (1)
"So... Mother's face and her son's heart don't please you? ......I understand, Heavenly Envoy."
As I watched Second Mother's expression shift from madness back to submissive devotion, something inside me began to crumble.
It was no use.
Even after receiving my tender affection and momentarily regaining some semblance of sanity through my mysterious power, Second Mother was once again searching for her false god in me—her own son.
'Why are you like this, Mother? Why did you lose yourself like this?'
It wasn't that Second Mother was inherently broken.
Back when the Cult's influence was still weak, she had been just as sharp as Third Mother, handling accounting and other critical tasks within the organization.
Though her frail health limited her, I—the Cult Leader's son—knew very well how capable she had been.
"......Forgive me, Heavenly Envoy. For daring to offer my wretched body in service to you... Of course you would be angry."
Lost in her own delusions again, Second Mother bowed deeply as she spoke to me.
I pushed aside my anger and pity for her, observing her instead with detached objectivity.
Her waist was worryingly thin from skipped meals, yet her hips and chest were disproportionately full—so much so that it seemed like they would strain her fragile frame. But beyond that, I began noticing other things.
I had always known she wasn't in her right mind, but the way she had just been screaming at me before suddenly reverting to her usual composed demeanor wasn't just strange—it was unsettling.
"Then I shall call for the youngest. She is far younger, healthier, and more beautiful than I... She will please the Heavenly Envoy's heart and serve your loins properly—"
"Stop talking like that! Just let the youngest go!"
Furious, I glared at Second Mother, who was now trying to drag even the youngest mother—a mere victim caught in this pseudo-religious nightmare—into this horrific incestuous trap.
But I quickly relaxed my glare.
Guilt crept in at the realization that I had genuinely been angry at none other than my frail Second Mother.
I loved her.
Even if she was the kind of woman who would barge into the shower with nothing but a towel, offering incest to her own son.
But...
"Ah... Yes. That's right. That look... That was the look you gave me when... when you saved me after I betrayed the Heavenly Mandate and committed such sins... You've returned. You've come to comfort me again."
"What the hell are you—"
For just a moment, Second Mother had seen the genuine hatred in her son's eyes—
Squelch squelch♥
Squelch squelch♥
Squelch squelch squelch♥♥♥
—and yet, she was ecstatic.
Second Mother began masturbating.
She brought her sickly face close to her son's erect cock, sniffing deeply before clumsily rubbing her pussy with unskilled fingers.
When I looked down at her with disgusted eyes—
"Oooohk! Ooooooohk! Cumming, cummiiing♥♥♥"
My Second Mother—no better than the rag of a woman that was First Mother—let out a shameless moan and reached climax with absurd ease.
"Y-You've returned. You've finally returned... I... I've been waiting. I prepared everything for you... I even dealt with those bastards sitting in your rightful place... At last... at last...! You've awakened. Cumming, cummiiing♥♥♥"
Squelch squelch squelch—
Squelch squelch squelch—
Splooorch~~~
The vulgar sound of Mother's juices splattering reached my ears.
It was a reaction she hadn't even shown when I had lovingly eaten her out.
The way she clumsily fingered herself made it clear she had lived a life far removed from masturbation—a life of abstinence. But now, lost in her delusions of me being the Heavenly Envoy, she had happily surrendered to pleasure.
An irrational jealousy toward a nonexistent Heavenly Envoy flared within me.
So did disillusionment, seeing how much happier Second Mother was under the Heavenly Envoy's scornful gaze than she had ever been under her son's devoted tongue.
And then, for the first time, hatred sprouted in my heart—hatred for this mother who refused to see me as her son.
That hatred changed everything.
I decided then that I would no longer humor Second Mother's madness, no longer stoke the flames of her delusions as I always had.
And before I roughly came on her face to satisfy her and fled the funeral hall, I realized there was one thing I had to do.
'...If you think about the outcome... in the end, it would be for Second Mother's sake.'
But to do that, I would have to stop being her son.
Could I really do that?
...No. I had to.
For Second Mother's sake, I had to.
Steeling myself, I spoke to her as she continued pleasuring herself.
"Mother. What kind of being is the Heavenly Envoy?"
I asked the question to Second Mother, who lay frog-like at my feet.
For someone as frail as her, consecutive orgasms like Fourth Mother's would be too much. After panting for a long while, she finally managed to kneel in a doggy-style position and answer.
"Mmm? Why is my son suddenly asking me that? Could it be you've finally decided to study the doctrine?"
Since becoming an adult, I had ignored Second Mother every time she called me to her room for doctrine study.
Naturally, she was overjoyed that her son was now asking about the Heavenly Envoy, grinning from ear to ear.
I studied her face—the same face that had just been calling me the Heavenly Envoy while crazily masturbating, now smiling gently to answer her son's question—as if observing a lab specimen.
She wasn't sane. Of course, I already knew that.
But now, faced with this woman whose emotions swung to extremes and whose sense of self seemed so unstable, I wondered—should I really reveal the truth to her in the most violent way possible?
"Why, the Heavenly Envoy is, above all else, a gentle being. He possesses the power to heal wounded souls. And that power resides within his divine loins, symbolizing his omnipotence... Heh, hnngh, ahh... Heavenly Envoy, your cock is... so swollen... it must ache, yes? Let me call the youngest to serve you—"
"What if I refuse?"
"...Huh? ...Ah. Is the youngest not enough for you? Well... hmm. There aren't many in the Cult as pretty as her. Maybe Ye-hwa's daughter or Da-eun's sister..."
Now she was talking about offering my sisters—my actual sisters—as sexual slaves for the Heavenly Envoy's pleasure.
"Ah, that's right, Heavenly Envoy. Have you heard of those so-called 'idols' popular in this corrupt world? The most famous group has the audacity to call themselves 'goddesses.'
How dare they commit such blasphemy when no gods exist besides the Heavenly Mandate and his incarnation, the Heavenly Envoy? Next time, I shall capture those bitches and offer them to you. But for today, though I am lacking, won't you be satisfied with just my body?"
Whatever she had seen in me earlier, Second Mother now addressed me with extreme honorifics.
She even rambled about abducting people completely unrelated to the Cult to serve as my sex slaves.
The worst part? I knew she could actually do it.
And so, I resolved myself.
To commit taboo.
To commit rape.
I would cruelly violate not just the body of this frail woman—my mother—but her mind as well, then coldly discard her.
And so, I decided—
I would make this fanatic understand that I was no gentle Heavenly Envoy, but merely an ordinary man with a handsome face and a big cock—nothing more than her son.