In the small room, Leon now sat leaning against the edge of the bed. In front of him was an old man with a white beard who looked kind-hearted.
The old man examined Leon very carefully. He asked what Leon last remembered and how he was feeling right now.
Leon answered honestly, of course—except for the fact that he wasn't the real Leon, but a soul who had come from another world.
After a while, the old man turned toward Clara and slowly shook his head as he said,
"This child… seems to have lost most of his memories."
Clara looked sad and confused for a moment, but she forced a smile and said,
"Thank you, Master Crowe… for the examination and your help. But… is there really no way to heal him? To bring his memories back?"
The old man called Crowe nodded slowly and replied,
"There is no other way. With my current ability, I still cannot restore his memories."
He stood up slowly, straightened his simple robe, and gave both of them a faint smile.
"In that case, I'll take my leave. I'll let the two of you talk in peace. If anything changes or you need my help again, Clara, just call me." With that, he walked out of the room.
Now only Leon and Clara remained. They sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts.
The atmosphere felt a little awkward until Clara suddenly pulled Leon into a tight embrace. She held the back of his head and pressed it firmly into her soft, full chest.
Her large, soft, and heavy breasts immediately engulfed Leon's face. The warmth of her skin, separated only by the thin fabric of her dress, along with her natural sweet scent mixed with a hint of sweat and wildflower perfume, filled his senses.
While sobbing softly, Clara spoke in a soothing voice,
"Are you still in pain, sweetheart? Do you really not remember anything?"
Leon couldn't answer. His face was completely buried between the two heavy, plump mounds of her breasts.
Every breath he took made his nose and cheeks sink deeper into that incredible softness.
Clara's breasts were so large they almost completely covered his face. Their perfectly round shape was clearly felt even through the cloth.
'Damn… is this really my mother's breasts? They're so big and soft. I can even feel their shape so clearly. But… it feels good too.'
"It's okay even if you don't remember me or your father. You're still my son! We can slowly recover your memories together."
The sensation was so intimate and warm that he could only stay silent, feeling the rapid beating of Clara's heart through the thin dress.
A strange feeling began to rise in Leon's body. His lower half, which had only been half-awake before, slowly hardened and stiffened, pressing uncomfortably against his pants.
'Wait a minute! I'm getting aroused? No… this is crazy. I need to get out of this hug right away,' he thought quickly.
He never expected his body to react this way to his own mother… especially when smelling her sweet scent and feeling the soft skin of her chest.
It made his previously half-awakened member now want to stand fully erect, defying gravity.
Leon tried hard to push away the dirty thoughts about his new mother in this world, but the more he resisted, the stronger those images became in his mind. Besides, Clara was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in both of his lives—her heavy large breasts, slender waist, and firm, plump ass.
The tight dress she wore did nothing to hide her curves; the shape of her breasts, buttocks, and waist were clearly visible, as if deliberately tempting anyone who looked.
Leon absolutely did not want to be labeled as a pervert right after arriving in this world.
He quickly pushed against Clara's shoulders with both hands and said in a choked voice,
"Mom… I can't breathe." He complained.
Clara jolted, then let out a small laugh and apologized.
"Ah, I'm sorry, sweetheart… Mother got too excited."
She released the hug. Leon immediately gulped down air greedily, like someone who had nearly suffocated.
Because his erection was now very obvious, bulging strongly against his pants.
He hurriedly covered his stomach with both hands, pretending to be in pain so Clara wouldn't look down.
"Mom… I'm hungry."
Clara seemed to snap back to reality. Her eyes widened.
"Okay, okay, Mother forgot! I'll prepare dinner for you right away."
As she was about to turn toward the door, Clara suddenly stopped. She looked back, her beautiful face showing hesitation, her cheeks slightly flushed pink.
Seeing this, Leon asked softly,
"Mom… do you need something?"
Clara looked down for a moment, her fingers fidgeting. Her voice was quiet, almost shy.
"Umm… can Mother kiss you, sweetie?"
Leon was confused for a second, but he assumed it was just a normal kiss on the cheek or forehead.
"Sure… go ahead."
'Maybe the original owner of this body really hated this woman?' he thought doubtfully.
Clara immediately smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with happiness like a child who had just received candy.
She moved closer again, lowered her perfect beautiful face, and slowly parted her naturally red, plump lips.
Before Leon could react, Clara's lips were already pressed softly yet passionately against his.
"Mhnmmm…!"
Leon couldn't hold back the small groan that escaped his throat. His mother's lips were so soft, warm, and sweet like honey.
Clara kissed him deeply and dominantly, as if she wanted to devour him completely.
Without realizing it, Leon returned the kiss. His lips moved in rhythm with hers.
When he responded, Clara's eyes widened for a moment, but then she smiled softly in the middle of the kiss.
Her warm, agile tongue slipped into Leon's mouth, skillfully coiling around his, teasing and playing with full desire.
"Hmmm… ah…"
A small moan escaped Leon's lips again. Their tongues danced together, sucking and licking each other intimately.
The sweet taste of Clara's saliva filled his mouth, making his head spin with growing arousal.
After what felt like a long, intoxicating moment, Clara slowly pulled away. Her face was charmingly flushed, her breathing slightly ragged.
A thin string of saliva still connected their lips before it broke. With a seductive movement, she wiped the corner of her wet lips with her index finger, then slowly licked it.
"Mother is so happy…" she whispered softly, her voice filled with affection that felt far too intimate.
"Finally, we can kiss passionately like we used to… after so long."
She gently patted Leon's head with full affection, as if the kiss earlier had been nothing more than a normal thing between mother and son.
Leon stayed silent, his mind in complete chaos.
'Passionate mother-son kiss…? Isn't that… extremely taboo?'
Seeing Leon's confused expression, Clara only smiled gently and understandingly.
"Alright, dinner will be ready soon. Mother will bring it here later, okay, darling?"
She moved her hips gracefully as she turned around. Her plump, firm ass swayed seductively behind the tight dress that perfectly hugged her body.
Before leaving, Clara glanced back once more and gave Leon a quick kiss on the forehead with lips that were still warm and wet from their earlier kiss.
The door closed softly behind her, leaving Leon alone with his still-hard erection and a mind full of turmoil.
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