The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 33

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“I never imagined Lady Helga would personally take up the teaching post. Did Lord Hein know about this?”

Sarrionmes asked.
I shook my head.
In truth, I had only learned about it this morning.
It’s a little sad to think that she kept it a secret.

But as the saying goes, to deceive the enemy, you must first deceive your allies.

If this was part of a scheme to seize control of the Empire, even family members couldn’t be lightly informed.
Still, why was she being so familiar?
Even though we were engaged, wasn’t this a bit too forward?
Besides, what business was it of hers that my mother was teaching?
If she dared voice any complaints, I’d personally ensure her body and soul received a fatal lesson in the true nature of magic.

“I’ve heard that Salvatori, the founder of Lady Helga’s ancestral home, the Earl of Eldenbloom’s House, was of Elphen. Elphen inherently possesses a greater affinity for magic than Humankind. If Lady Helga is teaching, we’ll likely witness the pinnacle of her delicate magical control. I’m looking forward to the class.”

Sarrionmes—no, Miss Esmeralda seems to have quite the discerning eye.
Like Duke Aster’s House, Duke Sarion’s House is one of the great families that form the cornerstone of the Imperial Capital’s defenses.
Miss Esmeralda is said to be the most talented member of Duke Sarion’s House—or so I’ve heard.
Well, I have my reservations, but she must possess some noteworthy qualities…

“…Mother wasn’t particularly gifted in terms of raw magical power, but she studied under Mage Habakiri, renowned for his ‘Omnipotent Wizardry.’ That means the Empire’s strongest mage at the time recognized her potential. I’m sure Mother will more than meet Miss Esmeralda’s expectations.”

I found myself speaking more than usual.
Now that Mother had been praised, I couldn’t help but respond.
Ah, talking about her made me miss her…
I’m lonely… Mother, I’m lonely.
We haven’t even been sleeping in the same room lately.

What have I done to deserve this?
All I want is to live in a quiet place far from civilization, indulging in my mother’s affection.
I’d hunt for our daily meals.
We’d cook together… and at night, we’d sleep together.
I’d snuggle up to my mother and sleep with her… until morning!
As I indulged in this fantasy, Miss Esmeralda spoke.

“…That sounds truly delightful.”

Her eyes widened slightly.
She must be surprised.
Well, even if my mother’s total Magic Power isn’t exceptional, that might not apply to her recent progress.
Even I can see her growing stronger day by day.
Normally, this total Magic Power doesn’t increase much after adulthood—
I paused, mulling over Miss Esmeralda’s words.
I recalled that the Elphen bl00d flowing in my mother’s veins had supposedly become quite diluted over time. However, I’d heard that sometimes, ancestral traits can manifest in descendants after generations.

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Esmeralda was well aware that Helga had once been Habakiri’s apprentice.
What surprised Esmeralda was that, as far as she knew, this was the first time Hein had ever acknowledged her presence.
The boy, who usually acted as if others were beneath his notice, was now undeniably looking at her.

(Lord Hein’s eyes…)

Esmeralda saw something swirling deep within Hein’s eyes.
Countless lights were scattered across an endless abyss of darkness.
These were not warm, comforting lights, but cold, sharp, and icy.
A light that seemed to tear through the soul pulsed beyond the darkness.

(That light from before it was indeed Lord Hein’s magic!)

Even to Esmeralda, a member of the Duke’s Sarion House, it was a terrifyingly powerful magic. She shuddered at the thought.
I see. With such immense power, it’s no wonder he can’t blend in with others, Esmeralda thought.
Hein was lonely, she realized.
The loneliness of the absolute strongest, born too strong.

(Lord Hein’s eyes earlier… When he spoke of Lady Helga, they seemed a little sad.)

That meant even his parents were merely objects of his protection.
The overwhelming difference in power made true understanding impossible.
As this thought took root, Esmeralda felt a warmth deep within her core.
No, not quite her core—lower, perhaps in her abdomen.
A desire to alleviate even a fraction of this man’s loneliness stirred within her, kindling the warmth.

(I want to stand beside Lord Hein. No, more than that—I want to support him. But to do so, my body and heart must be worthy…)

The heat spread slowly, like the warmth of a hot stone.
Where was this heat coming from?
Was it the sense of duty that came with being a member of the Duke Sarion House, or the need to forge ties with the Duke Aster House?
No, Esmeralda denied. That wasn’t it.

(This heat… this heat must be…)

Esmeralda felt her womanhood throbbing deep within her.

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In the bedroom, Esmeralda and Hein stood facing each other.
Their eyes held nothing but each other’s reflections.
The silence stretched, but neither found it oppressive.
They understood through their eyes, through the air between them, that the other desired them fiercely.
After a moment, Hein spoke.

“Esmeralda, I want you. Be mine.”

It was the first time the aloof prince had confessed such a human desire.
Suddenly, Esmeralda’s breathing grew ragged.
Her usual composure had vanished, leaving her utterly vulnerable, no, reduced to a mere female.

“Make me yours,”

Esmeralda whispered hoarsely, shedding her garments one by one.
Hein’s eyes changed as he beheld Esmeralda in her nakedness.
Desire blazed in his pupils, his presence radiating the intensity of a ravenous beast.
Hein closed the distance and roughly kneaded her br3asts.
The caresses were brutal, bordering on painful, yet Esmeralda felt no revulsion.
Instead, she instinctively pressed her chest against him, as if urging him to be even more forceful.
As if answering her unspoken plea, Hein tore off his own clothes.
Esmeralda couldn’t help but marvel at his perfectly sculpted physique.
Noticing her gaze, Hein spoke.

“I’m going to hold you.”

Those words alone were enough to break her.
She couldn’t hold back any longer.
She wanted him to take her immediately.
So Esmeralda lay herself down on the bed.
“Do you want me that badly?”

Esmeralda nodded at Hein’s words.

“I can’t hear you. Beg me with words.”

“…H-Hein-sama… Please, take me…”

Hein smirked cruelly at Esmeralda’s faint, pleading voice.

(A cruel smile, but…)

Esmeralda detected an undeniable warmth hidden within Hein’s smile.

(Lord Hein… I… I can’t anymore…)

Esmeralda’s v4g1na was slick and weeping, yearning desperately for Hein.
Just as Esmeralda’s patience was nearing its breaking point—

“Ah!”

Esmeralda let out a short, pained cry.
Hein swiftly and roughly pinned her down, forcing his lips onto hers.

“Mmm… mmm, ugh…”

The intense kiss, with tongues entwined and saliva mingling, threatened to melt Esmeralda’s very brain.
But it was over in an instant.
Hein pulled back, pressed his erect member against her entrance, and asked, “Ready?”
When Esmeralda nodded weakly—

“Aah… aah…!”

Her virginity was shattered.
The sharp pain in her lower body made sweat trickle down her skin.

“Does it hurt?”

When she nodded, Hein smirked coldly and thrust deeper.

“I’ll make it hurt even more. Esmeralda, I’m the only one who should put you through this. I’ll carve my mark deep inside you—a mark that will never fade.”

Isn’t this… a declaration of eternal love?
Despite the searing pain, Esmeralda managed to gasp,

“Y-yes… More… Please make it hurt more…”

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“Miss Esmeralda, your face is quite flushed. If you’re feeling unwell, you should go to the infirmary.”

I said to Esmeralda.
She probably had a fever. Her breathing was ragged. But she wouldn’t admit it—that was the pride of a high-ranking noble, unwilling to show weakness.
If it were any other inferior, I’d think, “Go ahead and push yourself until you collapse.” But Miss Esmeralda is a remarkable creature who possesses an accurate understanding of my mother.
Perhaps I should show her some consideration.

“E-er, I’m terribly sorry… I’m feeling a bit… unwell. Yes, I think I should go to the infirmary…”

“Are you alright, Miss Esmeralda? I’ll accompany you. If walking is difficult…”

Fafnirmes offered Miss Esmeralda her arm, and the two left the classroom.
Well, that’s fine.
She should rest properly and recover by next week’s class with my mother.