The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 24

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Serving Hein has filled Ouma’s needs, leaving him without any sense of hunger. Yet Sharki, as a Dragonkin, possesses a powerful light and life force that Ouma finds utterly delectable.
And food tastes better when you add something to it – that’s what we call cooking.
Ouma intends to do just that.

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Countless tentacle-like things are wriggling out of his jet-black body.
Shadows swirl around him, staining even the earth beneath his feet a deep black.
The tentacles slowly approach Sharki, undulating as if they have a will of their own.

“H-hick…!”

The usually defiant Sharki is nowhere to be seen.
Dragging her trembling legs, she crawls across the ground, a true image of defeat.
But her movements are sluggish, as if she were struggling through thick, viscous mud.
In truth, Sharki felt as heavy as lead.
When Hein had slammed her to the ground, she had exhausted her Magic Power to protect herself.
She had almost no strength left.

“I-I have to run… No, absolutely not…! If I-I get caught by him, I’ll never…!”

Sharki’s voice was thin, hoarse, and weak.
She braced her hands against the ground, clawing at the earth in a desperate attempt to crawl away, but her body refused to move.
Ouma’s tentacles writhed like living creatures, encircling Sharki completely.
They had sealed off every escape route.
Then, he began to exert his power.

Ouma amplified the negative emotions lurking in his opponent’s heart.
Sharki, fully exposed to this influence, felt as if her heart were being squeezed in a vise.
It felt as if a cold hand were gripping her heart, making it hard to breathe.
Her legs wouldn’t move.
She wanted to run, but her entire body had gone limp, unable to take even a single step.

“No… no… nooo! Someone, anyone, help me!”

Sharki screamed with all her might, but no one answered.
Only the corpses of her fallen subordinates bore silent witness to her voice.

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Ouma seemed to relish her panic and despair, slowly moving his tentacles as he approached Sharki.
With each surge of her terror, Ouma’s pitch-black body grew denser, as if absorbing light, and the shadows around him thickened into an impenetrable darkness.

“W-what is this?! What’s happening?! What’s going on?!”

Shadowy tentacles coiled around Sharki’s limbs.
Their tips swelled into grotesque bulbs, forming tiny mouths.
The head-heavy, black snake-like creature bit down on Sharki’s entire body.

“Ah, aah?!”

Sharki felt something being injected into her body.
The bite itself was hot, but as whatever it was coursed through her veins, an intensely cold sensation spread throughout her.

“W-what… eh…? Nn, nnnngh…!”

Sharki involuntarily stifled a groan.
As the tentacle brushed against the tip of her br3ast, a wave of pleasure shot up her spine, as if her most sensitive spot had been stimulated.
It was an alien sensation, something she had never experienced in her life.
Sharki had lived as a warrior, knowing nothing of men, let alone considering self-pleasure.
Yet instinctively, she understood—this was pleasure.

“Haaah… ugh…”

Sharki gritted her teeth, desperately trying to endure, but she couldn’t resist the primal urge surging from the depths of her body.
Just as her waist threatened to buckle, she felt a burning sensation pooling deep within her lower abdomen.

(No way…)

She knew that thing, at least in theory.
The moment that worst-case scenario flashed through her mind, her premonition came true.

“H-huh?!”

A sharp pain shot through her groin. She looked down to see the tasset, meant to protect her lower body, torn away. A tentacle was pressed against her exposed genitals.

“N-no… please… stop… I beg you…!”

Ignoring Sharki’s pleas, the tentacle mercilessly began to penetrate her.

“Gyaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!”

Sharki screamed in agony as her hymen tore.
But the pain, amplified by Ouma’s power, swiftly transformed into pleasure.

“Ah… aahhh…?!?”

This sudden shift in sensation terrified Sharki more than anything else.
A horrifying sensation, as if her lower body were being remade into something else.
Even worse, Sharki could vividly feel black tentacles burrowing into her abdomen, penetrating deeper and deeper into her v4g1na.

This was Ouma’s deliberate act.

He neutralized the pain while forcing her to remain aware of the foreign intrusion, intensifying her terror.
Ouma relished consuming light and life, but negative emotions served as spices to enhance their flavor.
To make his “meal” more delectable, Ouma would do anything. Any negative emotion his prey might feel was fair game.
Fear, pain, malice, hostility, anxiety, humiliation.
He would stop at nothing to amplify these dark emotions.

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“Mgh… S-stop… it…!”

Deeper and deeper.
The tentacles twisted into Sharki’s v4g1na, then withdrew, only to repeat the process again and again and again.
Yet there was no pain.
The mucus secreted by the tentacles and Sharki’s own arousal fluids lubricated the penetration.
Even so, the tentacle—as thick as a child’s arm—was being forced inside her, and there was no way it could be painless.

“Hii… g-ah, ah, deeper, o-oh… ♡”

Yet Sharki convulsed, accepting the sensation as pleasure, her muffled moans blending with pained cries.
The liquid injected into her earlier acted as a potent aphrodisiac, dulling her pain.
Ouma observed Sharki’s reactions, carefully adjusting his movements to prevent her from completely succumbing to pleasure.
This demon wasn’t violating Sharki out of lust.
He was manipulating her, like a chef preparing an ingredient, to amplify her disgust, anxiety, and shame.

At times, he deliberately inflicted pain.
Each time Ouma’s tentacles scraped against her inner walls, a wave of ecstasy surged from the core of her being. She clenched her teeth against the pain of the foreign intrusion, desperately suppressing the overwhelming urge to surrender to the pleasure.
But such endurance couldn’t last forever.
Sharki’s eyes widened, her tongue darted out in a spasm, and the next moment she lost consciousness.

Yet Ouma’s assault didn’t cease.
He jolted her awake with pleasure so intense it would drive an ordinary person mad.
The first thrust brought overwhelming pleasure, the second excruciating pain, the third pleasure again—an alternating torment that gave Sharki no respite.
And that wasn’t all.
Ouma’s gaze lingered on Sharki’s buttocks, as if contemplating something.
After a moment, more tentacles emerged and slithered toward her rear.
The tentacles crawled across her buttocks, rubbing against the flesh before finally plunging their tips into Sharki’s anus.

“T-there… ah!”

That was the unholy hole—a place never meant for sexual acts.
Dragonkin were particularly proud creatures. Had this happened under normal circumstances, they would have cleansed the shame with either their own or their assailant’s death—such was the profound humiliation this act would provoke.
Sharki’s face flushed crimson, her eyes blazing with fury as she shook her head violently.
For this moment, her pride had triumphed over the mental strain of this hellish pleasure.
As if mocking her defiance, the tentacle slowly inserted its tip into Sharki’s anus.
Initially slender, it gradually thickened, then began to radiate heat.

“O-oh… ah… aah…”

A gasp escaped her lips as Sharki, her v4g1na being violated, lost control of her bladder.
Meanwhile, the tentacle ravaging her anus continued to burrow deeper, pressing against her intestinal walls—and then—
It withdrew in a single, swift motion.
A wave of sensations crashed over Sharki: the relief of finally releasing her pent-up bowels, a nauseating disgust that threatened to shatter her sanity, overwhelming shame, the persistent pleasure in her v4g1na, and the sharp pain in her anus.

“Noo! Ugh… Kill… me! Oh! Please… just… Aah! Please… kill… me! ♡ Please! Please! Please! Aah… ♡ Aah…!! …Noo… Stop… it! Mmm! Aah! ♡ I can’t… ♡ I can’t take it anymore! Aah! ♡ I can’t… Kill… me!!”

Sharki had reached her limit.
Liquids streamed from her eyes, nose, and mouth as she begged for death.
The image of the strong, dignified Dragon-type warrior she once was had vanished completely.
As Ouma gazed at Sharki, he pondered once more:
Her arms and legs are just a nuisance.
He thought.

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Several hours later, Sharki was still alive.
But she was barely any different from being dead.
Her hands and feet had been torn off, her v4g1na and anus stretched wide enough to easily accommodate an adult fist. To top it off, two new holes had been added:
Her eye sockets.
Two gaping, dark voids.
Nothing remained of what should have been there.
Ouma had gouged out her eyeballs and modified the sockets until they were as usable as her genitals.
How many screams had been forced from her gaping mouth?
As Ouma observed Sharki, a good idea struck him.
And he immediately put it into action.
Ouma trembled violently, his body shrinking thinner and thinner until he was as slender as a thread. He slipped into Sharki’s mouth and disappeared inside her.

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A few minutes later.
Sharki stood there.
Her limbs, which had supposedly been torn off, were intact.
She no longer bore the lifeless, half-dead appearance she’d had moments before.
Instead, Sharki now radiated vitality.
Yet her demeanor was peculiar.
This Sharki had been rapidly shifting through a series of expressions.
One moment she wore an angry scowl, the next a sudden smile, followed by a sorrowful look, only to revert to a blank expression. It was unsettling.
After several minutes of this erratic display, Sharki abruptly turned and left, heading in the direction of Duke Aster’s mansion.