Chapter- Four: Mother
The hallways of the Westler estate felt like an endless maze. Each turn gave me a headache. If it weren't for Erina, I probably would have fainted by now.
The servants, busy with their chores, turned their heads as we passed, eyes wide. I couldn't blame them—it was rare to see the young master of the Westler family walk out of his room like this. I'd be curious too.
With Erina's help, I finally arrived at my mother's office. Huffing, just this short walk left sweat trailing down my face.
"Thank you, Erina."
I nodded at her as she stepped forward. The two guards stepped aside for her.
Knock knock.
"Mistress, Dante-sama is here."
Her voice was cool, distant—Different a liitle form her usually tone. It was a small detail I managed to pick up.
The white wooden doors opened with a click as the old butler, opened them from inside.
He was tall. From memory, I already knew what he looked like, but seeing him with my own eyes was a different feeling.
"Hohoho, my, my, this is our young master, is it?"
There he was—Sebart Fang.
His gray hair styled back gave off a gentlemanly vibe, complemented by his gray goatee and mustache. His blue eyes told stories of everything he had seen. and they mischievously met mine.
"Is mother here, Sebart?" I asked, keeping my voice level.
He wore a deep blue butler suit, designed to look exquisite yet practical. As head butler, he had served my mother as long as I could remember.
My eyes narrowed, tracking his stance. He looked carefree standing there, but he gave me no opening, not even a sigh to strike.
this guy's skills were undeniable.
Just like me, he was an extra only mentioned in a hero's backstory.
Best to be cautious around him, I told myself as he stepped aside.
"Please come in. I've already informed her you were coming, young master. Ho ho ho." His eyes twinkled as he bowed, then nodded toward his daughter.
That's right—Erina Evergreen's father. I assumed Evergreen was her late mother's name. I thought it was also him who taught her how to do her duties—and maybe how to fight too.
So he knew that we coming, Scary
I nodded as I stepped inside and the doors shut with a click.
my face bank, normal.
As I walked past Sebart, I heard my mother's voice call out to me. Her voice like a melody to my ears.
"Baby, Dante, what's the matter?"
I saw her—voluptuous in a white blouse and a flowing blue skirt. Her deep midnight-blue hair was braided elegantly over one side as she gracefully sipped her tea.
Her arms seemed slightly restricted; she held the cup with her right hand. Right hand? I remembered her being left-handed. Stiff shoulder, huh? She must have overused her body—just as I predicted.
She glanced my way and smiled brightly. Her black abyss eyes locked onto mine again.
She gave Sebart a subtle signal, and he silently slipped out of the room with effortless grace.
I bowed slightly and greeted her.
" Good evening, mother."
She playful pout and said.
"It's just the two of us here, baby. Drop the formalities."
Perfect.
She gestured for me to sit beside her. A small, natural smile bloomed on my face.
"Then, Mom..."
The soft red carpet cushioned my feet as I settled next to her.
Up close, she was even more beautiful—full lips, eyes twinkling with love as she looked at me.
"How rare for you to come find me~" she said, wrapping me in a warm embrace.
My face nestled into her comforting cleavage as her fingers gently tangled in my hair.
I felt her familiar, soft curves press against me again—so soft...
I allowed myself a moment to relax before pulling back.
"Ummm~ so, what's the matter, my baby?"
"I just came to check on you, Mom. I'm worried you've been overworking yourself."
My voice was raspy but filled with warmth and love.
I glanced at the portrait on the wall; her eyes followed mine.
"Since... we only have each other now."
The large family portrait showed me as a young boy, about eight, sitting on Drale's lap. Her youthful face hadn't changed. Erza, a child with flowing white hair and black eyes like Drale, stood beside a tall, muscular man—our father—with white hair and gentle pink eyes.
All of us smiled, so happy—such a stark contrast to now.
Her arm tightened around me, and she smiled bitterly, rubbing my head.
I noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the slight disarray of her hair.
"It's true I've been overworking lately, but it's been a year since he passed. I have to be strong for you both."
"And Erza keeps pushing herself too. As her mother, I can't afford to lose her, can I?"
She looked down at me and said,
"Thank you for worrying about me tho, you sick little kiddo! Hehe."
She kissed my forehead ,Her eyes sparkled with renewed energy.
"Now, I've got my fill! My energy is brimming again! Let's finish all the work today, so, darling—"
I grabbed her hand firmly,
No way I ley her get away like this.
My voice came out was steel.
"Mom, that won't do."
"But—"
She hesitated, eyes wide. Old Dante was more obedient, more docile. I bet she found this version refreshing, suspicion.
"No buts, Mom. Just rest here with me a little longer."
I really didn't care. If I acted like old Dante to avoid suspicion, nothing would change.
Fighting the suspicion and changing now was better in the long run.
I looked up, eyes shining with a playful innocence, and it seemed to work. She sat back down.
"Ugh, you're going to be a heartthrob for the ladies when you grow up."
She muttered.
"Huh?"
She shook her head, leaning back on the sofa.
"It's been a while since I've relaxed like this."
"Now, I've got this relaxation method for you~"
Of course, that was a lie—I wasn't about to waste time researching something like that. I had a better plan up my sleeve.
I said as I struggled to stand up, reminding me how desparete I was.
Fuck this body
"What method, baby?"
Her voice was curious as I gently guided her to lie face down on the sofa.
she made no move to stop me as she obidently lay down
"I'm going to give you a massage Mom, I noticed your shoulders seem stiff."
She peeked one eye at me, her voice muffled as she sighed.
"You noticed?"
"Yep."
I straddled her back, my body settling softly against hers.
She giggled, the vibration of her laughter traveling through her body into mine.
"This is just like old times, isn't it?"
She hummed happily, facing forward.
"Well, show me then."
She challenged me cheekily, and I smirked, careful not to let her see.
I felt her body relax beneath mine, my heart racing at what I was about to do.
My heart pounded against my ribs as I bit my lip.
I'm a hitman, but that doesn't mean I have much experience with women, mind you.
But I wasn't about to just blindly touch her.
Old me had studied human anatomy thoroughly to make killing easier.
Now, I would use that knowledge to awaken pleasure—pressing the right spots to arouse her.
Simple, but effective. Even a little Eros point would be a win for me now.
I calmed myself as I felt her humming softly, so defenseless, so vulnerable.
The little bottle of massage oil I'd brought nestled lightly in my pocket. I had taken it from the bathroom—preparation complete.
First, I needed to lower her guard by easing her shoulder pain.
My small hand trailed down her back.
It would be ideal if she took her shirt off, but I wouldn't rush.
"It tickles~" she murmured sweetly.
My focus didn't waver as I applied gentle pressure to her rotator cuff muscle, drawing a soft grunt from her.
"Easy there, Mom."
She nodded as I worked my fingers in small circles between her neck and shoulder blade.
She tensed at first, but gradually relaxed under my touch.
Her moan came out breathless but still on edge—the pain lingering.
I switched to using my knuckles, applying stronger pressure, moving from her spine toward her shoulder cap.
Next, I pressed my thumbs at the base of her skull, working outward to relieve her pain.
Each time I applied pressure, her sweet, breathless moans filled the room.
"Ahhhn~~ there, right there, baby."
Her face flushed, breath heavy, sweat trailing down as she closed her eyes in bliss.
I wasn't much better myself.
Massaging someone like this with my current body drained my stamina too quickly for liking.
I spotted a Knot where most of her pain accumulated.
I pressed my thumbs harder. Her shoulder blade tensed, fighting back before melting away into relaxation.
"Ahmmmm!!"
Her eyes widened, head popping up, but the pain never came.
Instead, pleasure flooded through her, a moan caught in her throat as she bit her lip.
Her back arched like a bow, her black abyss eyes rolling back slightly.
"Hah... hah... what is that? Hmm, baby, when did you get so talented at this?"
She looked at me over her shoulder, eyes still graze over.
"How is it, Mom? Good? Hehe."
She nodded, too breathless to respond.
I smiled cheerfully despite the sweat trailing down my face.
My eyes twinkled as I said,
"But it's not over yet, Mom. Can you take your shirt off? It's said that the effect is stronger when massaging directly against the skin."
Her body trembled slightly at that.
Her look uncertain, cheeks flushing deeply—nothing to do with the massage.
"My shirt? But—"
"Please~ Besides, you don't feel shoulder pain anymore, do you?"
Her eyes widened as she nodded. The pain was still there, but much lighter—just a little more and her body would return to normal.
But in her mind, this was embarrassing.
She was his mother, head of the house, yet here she was, tempted by the promise of relief and pleasure from her son.
I noticed her struggle, so I pressed forward, leaning close to whisper in her ear like a little devil.
"Please, we're mother and son. It's no strange thing for a son to want the best for his mother, right?"
My breath tickled her ear as she moaned softly. The lingering pleasure clouded her judgment as she nodded.
Yes, we were just mother and son. Nothing strange at all.
She pushed her upper body up as I slid off her back.
Slowly, she lifted her white blouse over her head. My eyes followed instinctively, drawn to the smooth skin of her midriff.
Her skin look so soft, and as she pulled the blouse higher, it caught on her ample breasts, revealing the delicate floral-patterned lingerie beneath, to which she struggled to pull it off.
"D-Dante, would you help me? It's stuck..."
Her voice was muffled, slightly a bit Embarrassing about her clumsily.
my cheeks flushed and my Breath hisses.
Milf boobs! Real boobs!
"O-okay!"
I scrambled to her side, my arm trembling slightly as I helped her free the blouse.
With a soft plop, it slipped off, and I saw her breasts bounce freely.
Each bounce of her breasts sent a shiver down my spine, but I masked it, looking innocent as she set the shirt aside.
"Fuah... don't stare at me too much, okay?"
She flushed, looked away and She crossed her arms over her chest.
a little shy huh
"It's just an old hag's body—so I'm a little ashamed~"
A chuckle escaped her lips as she smiled, but I saw through it.
She was insecure about her body, she are window for year
and it not so strange for it, woman are sensitive creature no?
My mouth moved, this is the station where I need to strike now or ever.
"Not at all! Your body looks so sexy! you tummy look so soft that I like to sink my face in!
and you breasts are very huge mom! you skin look veery smooth too, those woman at twenty may be. no, definitely loses to your-"
Ah, crap!
I said to much
I shut my mouth, but it was too late, she already heard all of it.
I wait for her to say gross or react with disgusting but,
To my surprise, her eyes widened, the flush deepening as she giggled.
"Hehe, sweet mouth you've got there."
Her voice was a silent call, as her body Start to relaxed. Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with love and happiness.
Her midnight hair swayed gently as she looked stunning—sexy.
" sweet mouth you've got there."
My breath hissed as I looked away, my mask slipping slightly under the weight of the moment.
"W-well, your body still looks so young, Mom."
"Hehehe, yeah, yeah."
She hummed happily as she lay back down again, eyes peeking at me.
"Continue, won't you?~"
I nodded, my hand trembling as I pulled out the massage oil.
Calm down.
Breathing in and out, my hand slowly spread the rose-scented oil across her skin.
The fragrance wrapped the room, helping her nerves unwind.
"You came prepared, I see~" she murmured, voice muffled as I straddled her back again.
My soaked hands made contact with her bare white back and I feel her body shivered as she felt the cool oil glide over her skin.
"Mhm~"
my body stir slightly, but I pressed on, focusing.
My hands trailed down from her spine to her lower back, applying pressure that drew soft moans and tingles along her skin.
"Ahm!"
"You don't have to hold back your voice, Mom."
My thumbs circled gently as her body melted beneath mine.
She nodded, letting her breathy moans fill the room.
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[ Drale pov's ]
Her sweet, breathless sounds echoed inside her own office.
The sensation of her son's small hands exploring her body is not like everything she ever felt.
She felt ashamed yet unable to stop the sounds escaping her lips.
At first, she was just happy he had sought her out today. Lately, he'd been acting differently, and that made her a little worried.
But the more she observed him, the more she realized his changes were positive.
So she let it be.
When he asked to help her relax,
it was a little suspicious—but he was her son, after all.
And despite the unfinished documents on her desk, she couldn't refuse.
And it had been a while too since he'd shown motivation for anything.
His small thumbs found a spot above her hip that made her core tingle.
And it made her let out a sound she shouldn't.
He was bold today, she thought.
Her voice muffled against the sofa as her body melted like never before.
She peeked at him over her shoulder and saw how serious his face was.
His face looked so adorable like this.
His usually long bangs were styled to the side, exposing his raw pink eyes—so enchanting, it seemed to pull her soul in.
Usually, he looked away when she spoke, so she hadn't noticed much before.
The warmth fluttered in her heart as she smiled happily.
She felt sorry for the woman who would have him when he grew up.
But the thought of some woman snatching her sweet boy stirred emotions she couldn't describe.
"Ah~ right there, baby, harder."
She hummed happily, but her body shook when she heard what he said next.
"Mom, can't you turn your body my way?"
She bit her lips, reminding herself that they were mother and son, so it wasn't strange.
She nodded wordlessly and turned her body toward him, baring her breasts in a black bra for him to see.
She couldn't bring herself to look at his face.
sweat soak down her body as she felt the oil and the warm heat coming from the cozy fireplace.
"Dante?"
She turned to look at his face once she felt him still.
What she saw took her breath away—his eyes wide, breathing heavily.
She felt her skin prickle as his gaze locked onto her breasts.
The heat coiled in her core, as if something was poking her belly.
No way, right?