The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 4

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At the academy, students are divided into classes based on their abilities.
These abilities are measured through an entrance exam taken before enrollment.
While I don’t mind a meritocratic system, the exam itself was utterly childish, crude, and pointless.
I was forced to spar with hulking brutes who were all brawn and no brain, and the magic portion was nothing more than a child’s target practice.
Truly ridiculous… but!
I completed it perfectly, using just enough power.
I could have easily demonstrated far greater strength, but people and academy equipment are expendable resources.
Mother always told me not to cause trouble for others, so I couldn’t afford to inflict unnecessary damage.

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On the day Hein took the exam, the examiners overseeing the entrance exam at the Imperial Sanford Academy were shaken to their core.
A boy so beautiful he could be mistaken for a young noblewoman swung his practice sword with utter indifference—his movements were slow, almost lazy. And yet, the swordsmanship instructor failed to react at all, as if he hadn’t seen a thing, until the wooden blade was already pressed against his neck.
The magic examination followed a similar pattern.
When the boy casually pointed his slender index finger at one of the targets, it shattered into pieces.
Each target had a different score value based on distance, yet the boy, without a single miss, earned precisely the number of points required to pass. At that point, he abruptly declared, “I’m out of mana,” and halted the exam.
He aced every written exam.

-“That sword…”

-“It was slow. But there must be more to it.”

-“Is he suppressing his power?”

-“He probably thinks those who understand will understand. And I understand. That boy is a monster.”

-“On the surface, he barely meets the passing criteria. But if we foolishly classify him based on that alone, the academy’s reputation for assessment will be severely damaged.”

-“So, the Special Class then?”

-“No, let’s place him just below that. If he’s deliberately holding back, we should respect his intentions to some extent. We can’t afford to upset him.”

The boy didn’t even glance at the murmuring crowd as he swiftly left the scene.

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Even after the exam concluded, Sword Instructor Gilbald remained rooted to the spot in the testing grounds.

(I saw the sword. Every movement, from start to finish. Yet I couldn’t move a muscle. Why?)

The answer came immediately.
Because the sword was beautiful, too beautiful.
He didn’t want to sully that perfect arc with his ugly blade.

(I want to be cut down by that sword.)

Gilbald suddenly had that thought and gave a wry smile.

“This year is going to be something else.”

Gilbald Von Zelen was a man who had risen through the ranks solely through his swordsmanship.
“Von” is a title granted to first-generation nobles, and Gilbard became a noble by making a name for himself as a dragon slayer.

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I stopped dwelling on the trivial memories of the exam and tried to focus on something more worthwhile.
Naturally, that meant the night with Mother.
When I told her I had done well on the exam, she hugged me and kissed my cheek.
I truly am a despicable and pathetic man.
A mere kiss on the cheek from Mother sends my heart and body into overdrive, making me yearn to embrace her.
The carnal and emotional love overflows uncontrollably, impossible to suppress.
Not to boast, but I possess mental fortitude strong enough to meditate on burning iron. Yet before Mother, such willpower proves utterly powerless.
As my groin stirred and my breathing quickened, Mother wore a slightly troubled expression. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

-“Mother…”

-“Try calling me, ‘Mama,’ Hein.”

“Mama” is what young children call their mothers.
No one my age would ever call their mother that, but…

-“Mama, my p3nis hurts…”

I end up whining and clinging to Mother like a child.
How pathetic!
I want to strangle myself for acting this way.
Yet Mother gently indulges her foolish son’s childish behavior.
-“Oh, you poor thing, so swollen. It must hurt. Let Mama comfort you with her mouth… Chu! Chu, chu…“

As my mother takes my p3nis into her mouth, making obscene noises, I instantly release my semen.
She drinks it all up and laughs lasciviously.
When she gives me that smile, I… I…

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“Lord Hein, we’ve arrived at the academy.”

The coachman’s tactless voice jolts me back to reality, and I sigh heavily.
The hell of being separated from Mother for several hours is about to begin.
(I want to see my mother…)
I cried inwardly.