The 48-hour death timer was a pulsing red ghost in the corner of Itsuki's vision. Every second that ticked away felt like a drop of ice water hitting his spine. If he didn't claim the "Source"—his own mother—the Gooner System would drag him back to that floor, back to the poison, and back to a life he'd rather stay dead than relive.
[Yo, Big Bro! You're looking a little stiff. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet about a little family bonding? 🚿✨]
Shut up, System, Itsuki thought, his jaw tight. I'm just figuring out how to clear the board.
He knew this webnovel world. The Duke was a cold, battle-hardened warrior who viewed his wife as a mana-battery, and Madame Yuki was a lonely woman starved for real attention. It was a classic "neglected wife" setup. Itsuki just had to be the one to fill the void.
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Itsuki found them in the courtyard. The Duke was already mounted on a massive, black-armored warhorse. Solange was checking her sword-belt, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"Father, Solange," Itsuki called out. His voice was a deep rumble that made the horses shift. "I'm going to stay behind and practice my 'Deep Meditation' in the family springs today. My mana feels restless. I'd appreciate it if the household staff kept the bathhouse clear for a few hours."
The Duke grunted, nodding. "Finally showing some initiative. Fine. Keep the estate secure."
"Try not to drown in your own ego, pig," Solange added, but her smirk was different. There was a flicker in her gaze—a response to the raw, predatory musk Itsuki was unknowingly leaking. Even Aimi, watching from the balcony, gave a small wave, looking curious about her brother's new intensity.
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The family bathhouse was a masterpiece of white marble and rising steam. Itsuki sat submerged in the hot mineral water, a silk towel draped over his lap. Beneath the water, his thick ⚓ was already semi-hard, throbbing with anticipation.
The heavy oak doors creaked open. Madame Yuki stepped in. She was wrapped in a thin, translucent silk robe that revealed the heavy, swaying weight 🍈🍈 of her breasts and the dark shadow of her pussy 🍯.
"Itsuki? Your father said you were meditating," she said, her voice like velvet.
"I needed the silence, Mother," Itsuki said. "But I realized... we haven't spoken properly since I 'awakened'. Why don't you join me? The mana in these springs is better when shared."
Yuki hesitated. Her eyes traced the line of Itsuki's massive shoulders. "I suppose... a quick soak wouldn't hurt."
She let the robe fall. Itsuki's breath hitched. She was a Goddess. She stepped into the water, sitting behind him and picking up a sponge. "Let me wash your back, Itsuki. Like I used to when you were a child."
The moment her soft hands touched his skin, it was electric. As she leaned in, her heavy boobs 🍈🍈 pressed against his back, the nipples hard through the water. Itsuki let out a low, ragged groan.
"You've grown so... solid," she whispered. "So much like your father... yet different."
"I'm nothing like him, Mother." Itsuki turned around, his hand 'accidentally' brushing her thigh.
"Itsuki! Watch yourself!" Yuki gasped, her face turning crimson.
"Sorry... I'm just lost in the mana." Itsuki stood up slowly. The towel fell away, and his stiff, veined 🍆 broke the surface. It was pulsing, the head leaking a clear bead of pre-cum right in front of her face. ( *¬_¬* ✨ )
Yuki's eyes went wide. She stared at the massive tool, her mouth falling open. "Itsuki... that... cover yourself!"
"Mother, my body is overflowing. I can't control it," Itsuki lied, his voice dropping to a predatory growl. He grabbed her hand and forced her fingers to wrap around the hot, throbbing girth. "It hurts. Please... out of gratitude... out of love... help me rub this 'Essence' out before it burns me up."
Yuki's breath came in short, panicked gasps. Her fingers instinctively squeezed the thick dick, her logic crumbling. "I... I shouldn't... but you're in pain..."
She began to rub it, her movements awkward at first. Itsuki watched her, his blood boiling. He leaned in, his large hand cupping her head. "Rub it faster, Mother. I want to see you handle the power you gave birth to."
With a desperate moan, Yuki gave in. She rubbed the massive head with a rhythmic, wet motion. Itsuki felt the 'click' in his gut.
"Haa... Ngh... TAKE IT!"
With a guttural roar, Itsuki erupted. He didn't pull away. He blasted a high-pressure stream of hot, thick cum 🍼 directly across her beautiful, shocked face.
SLAP!
The sound of her hand hitting his cheek echoed. Yuki scrambled back, her face covered in his white mess, her eyes burning with fury.
"YOU DISGUSTING ANIMAL!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "HOW DARE YOU! GET OUT!"
She fled the bathhouse, sobbing.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Quest Status: 50% Complete. 'Maternal Debt' Triggered.]
[Warning: Targeted Character is in '
Denial State'. 24 hours remaining.]