"Here, Lys," Elara said, her voice soft as she handed him a rough cloth from a hook on the fence. "Wash my back, will you? I can't reach it all."
His fingers trembled as he took the cloth, coarse like sandpaper against his palm. He hesitated, staring at the smooth line of her back, the way her red hair stuck wetly to her shoulders.
'Just do it,' he thought, gulping down his nerves. 'Act normal, or she'll suspect something.' He dipped the cloth in the bucket, spraying more cold water over it, then pressed it to her skin. The cloth scraped gently as he scrubbed, feeling the warmth of her body under his touch, the faint scent of herbs from her hair mixing with the damp earth.
"You're stronger than before," Elara murmured, her shoulders relaxing under his hands. "How do you feel, really? Do you have any aches in your body? Forgive your mom for not being able to find you sooner, Lys. I was so worried when you wouldn’t wake up after all I did."
"It's okay, Mom. I feel better," Lys managed, his voice rough. He kept scrubbing, focusing on the motion to steady himself. "Just a little tired..... it'll be okay, Mom. We'll get through it." The words felt strange on his tongue, but they came from the memories, simple enough to not raise her suspicion.
She nodded, a small sigh escaping her. "Good. That's my boy."
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When her back was clean, she turned and took the cloth from him. "Your turn now." She scrubbed his back first, her hands firm but gentle, the cloth dragging away the grime. The cold water trickled down his spine, but her touch warmed him. Then, without a pause, she moved lower, her fingers wrapping the cloth around his penis, scrubbing softly.
Lys froze, his breath catching. The gentle pressure sent a spark through him, and he felt himself grow a little, hardening under her hand. Heat rushed to his face, he hadn't meant for it, but her closeness, the casual intimacy, it stirred him.
Elara's eyes widened slightly, her hand pausing for a beat. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away right away. She bit her lip, her expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, like confusion. 'Why is he hard?' she seemed to wonder, her gaze flickering down.
No village man ever looked at her with real want, just glances or stares that made her feel invisible, not desired. Poor women like her weren't worth the chase, not in this cursed world. But her son was hard with her touch... it shocked her, a quiet heat blooming in her chest.
She finished quickly, rinsing him with another splash of water. "All done," she said, her voice steady again, though a faint tremor lingered. She grabbed their clothes from the ground, handing him his.
They dried off with thin scraps of fabric and dressed in silence, the evening chill settling in. Lys's mind raced, but he kept his face blank, cautious as ever. As they stepped back into the hut, the warm flicker of the oil lamp greeted them.
Mira looked up from the hearth, stirring a pot of thin bean stew. "Almost ready," she said, smiling tiredly. The smell was plain, just beans and a few wilted herbs, their limited food stretched thin.
They sat at the scarred table, Elara portioning out the stew. She and Mira gave most of theirs to Lys's bowl, leaving their own small. "You need it more," Mira said, pushing it toward him. "To get healthy again."
Elara's eyes softened, but worry creased her brow. "I'm sorry it's not better, honey. You're back from near-death, and I can't even give you a proper meal."
Lys shook his head, wooden spoon in hand. "It's fine, Mom. Really. This is enough." He meant it, the simple warmth filling the ache in his stomach, even as his thoughts drifted to what came next.
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The room became quieter after their dinner. Lys now lay between Elara and Mira, the thin blanket pulled up to his chin. The straw-mat beneath him rustled with every small movement. He stared at the dim glow of the oil lamp, its flickering light casting long shadows on the walls.
His mind raced. The system’s notifications still lingered at the edges of his vision, but he pushed them aside for now. The warmth of the two women pressed against him was comforting, but it also made his pulse quicken. He could feel Elara’s breath against his neck, slow and steady, and Mira’s occasional shift beside him, her arm brushing his.
He waited.
After what felt like an eternity, their breathing deepened. Lys cracked his eyes open just enough to see the faint glow of the system screen.
<< Host: Lysander Veyne >>
Strength: 13
Stamina: 14
Mana: 0
System Points (SP): 120
Active Targets:
[Elara Veyne (Step-Mother)] – Difficulty: SS-Rank | Status: Overjoyed (Physical contact +30%) | Affection: 98 | Lust: 7%
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[Mira Veyne (Step-Sister)] - Difficulty: S-Rank | Status: Protective of Host (Physical contact +60%) | Affection: 81 | Lust: 27%
Passive Targets: [None]
Seeing his SP was now only 120 made him eye it closely, then he remembered he had already used up 50 SP for unlocking the skill shop. That’s why he has 120 SP instead of 170 from the two quest he had done today.
He focused, and the skill shop appeared.
Most of the skills were out of his reach, only three were closer to 120 SP. So focused on those three skills for now.
- Basic Mana Breathing Technique (120 SP)
- Minor Healing (150 SP) (Locked – Insufficient SP)
- Energy Detection (100 SP)
His fingers twitched. Mana Breathing was the only option. He didn’t have the SP for Healing, and Energy Detection wouldn’t help him now.
He hesitated before buying the skill, what if he needed those points later? But then, what good were points if he couldn’t even defend himself?
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He was about to confirm the purchase when a soft rustle came from beside him.
Elara’s hand, warm and heavy, settled on his chest. Her fingers spread slightly, as if checking his breathing.
"Lys?" Her voice was a whisper, mixed with sleep. "Still awake?"
He exhaled slowly. "Yeah, Mom."
She propped herself up on one elbow, her face barely visible in the dim light of the moonlight. The faint glow caught the curve of her cheek, the way her lips parted as she studied him. "Can’t sleep?"
He shook his head.
She hesitated, her fingers tracing idle circles over his chest. "Do you want me to do what I used to when you were little?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. "It always helped you drift off."
Lys’s mind blanked. He had no memory of this, no recollection from Lysander’s past. But the way she said it, like it was something they used to do very casually, something just between them, which made him relaxed as he said the word, "Yeah, do it, Mom."
She didn’t say anything else. Instead, she shifted closer, the heat of her body pressing against his side. The blanket slipped down, pooling at her waist, and in the faint light, he could just make out the swell of her breasts, the way the fabric of her thin nightdress clung to her skin.
His breath hitched as she reached down, her fingers fumbling with her neckline. Then, with a quiet rustle, she pulled the fabric aside, freeing one of her breasts open.
Lys’s body reacted instantly. His cock twitched, hardening against the rough fabric of his pants. He had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning. The little light showed how horny he got just from seeing her open tit in this close position, but she didn’t seem to notice. Or if she did, she didn’t care.
"Here," she whispered, guiding his hand toward her. "Hold it. Like you used to."
His fingers trembled as they closed around the soft weight of her breast. It was warm, heavier than he expected, the nipple already became cold from the night air. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath his palm, or maybe it was his own, pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.
Elara let out a quiet, shaky breath as he squeezed gently, testing the give of her flesh. "Not too hard," she murmured, but there was no real reproach in her voice. Just a faint tremor, like she was fighting to keep her own reactions in check.
Lys didn’t listen. The moment his fingers brushed her nipple, she let out a soft, startled gasp, her back arching just slightly. He did it again, this time intentionally, rolling the stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger. Elara’s breath hitched, her free hand coming up to cover his, as if to still him. But she didn’t pull away.
"Lys," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You’re not supposed to…"
He cut her off by leaning in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just above her nipple. She stiffened, her fingers tightening around his wrist, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven bursts.
"Just… just latch on," she said, her voice unsteady. "Like before. It’ll help you sleep."
Lys didn’t need to be told twice.
He shifted closer, his mouth opening over her nipple. The moment his tongue flicked against the stiff peak, Elara let out a muffled moan, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound. Lys ignored her, his lips sealing around her, drawing her into the wet heat of his mouth. She tasted faintly of salt and the soap they’d used at the well, and something else, something warmer, sweeter, that made his head spin.
Elara’s fingers tangled in his hair, her grip tightening as he sucked harder. A quiet, needy sound escaped her, and she pressed her thighs together, as if trying to ease an ache of her own. Lys could feel the way her body tensed, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps every time his teeth grazed her skin. He worked his jaw, pulling at her, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until she was trembling beneath him.
"Lys," she whispered again, her voice strained. "You’re not supposed to suck like that…ah.."
He did it anyway, hollowing his cheeks, drawing her deeper into his mouth. Elara’s back arched off the straw, her fingers clutching at his hair, her hips rocking restlessly against the bed. The movement made the blanket slip further, exposing the majority of her smooth thigh, her nightdress had ridden up too, bunching around her hips.
Lys’s free hand found her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He could feel the way her stomach fluttered under his touch, the way her muscles tensed every time he pulled at her nipple. She was trying to be quiet, he realized. Trying not to wake Mira. The thought sent a thrill through him, made him bolder. He shifted his hand lower, his fingers brushing the inside of her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just above her knee.
Elara’s breath hitched, her legs parting just slightly, as if by accident. Lys took advantage of this, his fingers sliding higher, tracing the damp heat between her thighs. She was wet. Soaking. The realization made his cock throb, his hips jerking involuntarily against the bed.
"Lys," she gasped, her voice became a desperate plea to him. "We can’t…"
He didn’t let her finish. Instead, he released her nipple with a wet pop and pressed his mouth to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "Why not?" he murmured, his lips brushing her pulse point. "No one’s watching."
Elara let out a shuddering breath, her body trembling against his. "Because it’s wrong," she whispered, but her hands were still in his hair, her fingers tangled tight, like she was afraid he’d stop.
Lys chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Why does it feel wrong?" he asked, his fingers finally finding the slick heat between her legs. She was dripping, her folds swollen and sensitive beneath his touch.
Elara’s answer was a broken moan, her hips lifting into his hand. Lys didn’t waste time. He slid a finger inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. She bit down on her lower lip, her body tensing around him, her inner walls clenching tight.
"Shh," he breathed against her ear, his voice rough. "You have to be quiet, Mom. Or Mira will wake up."
The words seemed to snap something inside her. Elara’s hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she rocked against his hand, her breath coming in ragged, silent gasps. Lys worked her slowly, his finger curling inside her, his thumb never letting up on her clit. He could feel the way her body tightened, the way her muscles coiled, almost ready to snap.
"Please," she begged, her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. "Lys, please…"
He didn’t make her wait. He pressed his thumb harder against her clit, his finger crooking inside her, and Elara came with a muffled cry, her body shuddering against his. Lys caught her mouth with his, swallowing the sound as her hips jerked against his hand, her release spilling over his fingers.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Elara’s chest heaved, her breath hot against his neck, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. Lys didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering against her skin.
Elara let out a shaky exhale, her fingers loosening in his hair. "We shouldn’t have done that," she whispered, but there was no conviction in her voice. Just a quiet, desperate need.
Lys smiled against her skin. "Then why did you let me, Mom?" he murmured.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her head, her lips finding his in the dark. The kiss was hungry, desperate, her tongue sliding against his as she pulled him closer. Lys groaned into her mouth, his cock aching, his body burning with the need to be inside her.
But before he could do more than deepen the kiss, a soft rustle came from beside them.
Mira shifted in her sleep, her breath hitching as she rolled onto her side. Elara froze, her body going rigid beneath him. Lys pulled back just enough to see Mira’s face, still slack with sleep, her features peaceful in the dim light.
Elara’s hand found his chest, pushing him gently away. "We can’t," she whispered, her voice raw. "We are family, Lys. Don’t do it, please."
Lys wanted to argue, wanted to tell her it didn’t matter, that no one would know. But the fear in her eyes stopped him. He nodded once, his fingers slipping from between her thighs. Elara let out a quiet, shuddering breath, her body relaxing slightly as she pulled her nightdress back into place.
"Sleep," she murmured, her voice still unsteady from her orgasm before. "Just… sleep."
Lys didn’t argue. He lay back down, his body still thrumming with unsatisfied need, but he still didn’t reach for her again. Instead, he closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Elara’s breathing as it slowly steadied, her body finally relaxing beside him.
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