The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 74

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“Oh, Hein, what’s wrong? You look so down.”

When Mother said this, I silently wrapped my arms around her.

“Oh, dear…”

Even as she said this, Mother returned my embrace.
I’ve always been like this. Whenever things go wrong, I cling to Mother, trying to regain my emotional balance.
Ah, yes, it was during that time I communicated with the Ancient Gods lurking far beyond the Astral Realm—I couldn’t understand a word they said, and my own ignorance drove me to the point of wanting to tear my guts out.

But following Mother’s words—”Hein, whether it’s friends or anyone else, what truly matters for getting along isn’t what they say, but what they’re thinking and feeling. Sometimes, all you need to do is hold their hand, not speak at all”—I successfully communicated with “them.”

In my mother’s eyes, I’m still a child, a childish and inferior being. That’s why, whenever things go wrong, I immediately turn to her—to Mama—for comfort.
And what’s going wrong? None other than my inability to create the perfect gift for her.

I just can’t accept it.

The Magic Gemstones I acquired from Slein Magic Gemstone are all flawless in quality, yet I remain unsatisfied.
Without the Black Drop, I can’t create the perfect gift!
I desperately want it, but where on earth could I find the Darkest One?
It’s not like I’ve been sitting around whining like a chick. I’ve been researching various texts.
My biological father, Damian, seemed to have dabbled in dark rituals, leaving our family with a mountain of forbidden books.
According to the texts, the title “Darkest One” was a kind of honorific reserved for immortals who had lived for over two millennia. However, such beings had become exceedingly rare.
The hero who had clashed with the Demon King had systematically eradicated them all.

What a pointless act…

Yet, if the Former Demon King’s Army had continued to rampage unchecked, my mother’s ancestors might have been harmed. I couldn’t fault the hero for his actions.
Without the hero, the Demon King would have grown arrogant, conquering the world and either exterminating or enslaving humanity.
In that scenario, my mother’s ancestors might have fallen victim to his tyranny, and my mother herself might never have been born.
In that sense, I was grateful to the hero.
But now, thanks to that same hero, I was in this predicament…
As I pondered these thoughts, my mother stroked my head and said,

“Hey, Hein? I don’t know what’s troubling you, but if you try everything you can and it still doesn’t work, no one will laugh at you.”

“Not even you, Mother…?”

“Me? Of course not. I’d never laugh at you.”

My mother’s kindness seeped into my soul.
So, try everything I can—that’s the first step.
Then I should at least give it a shot.

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“Feri.”

I called out to Feri while working on a Magic Gemstone.
After a few seconds of waiting—

“Yes, Young Master.”

A voice suddenly came from behind me, even though no one had been there moments before.

“Gather information on the undead. Preferably high-quality specimens, regardless of species. Lizards, humans, beasts—any type will do.”

“Understood, Young Master.”

With that, Feri’s presence faded and vanished.
She’s quick, highly perceptive—a capable woman, Feri.
I should think of a reward for her…

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I thought that was the end of it, but a few days later, I found myself forced to do something unexpected.
No, “forced” sounds too harsh.
It was something I chose to do myself.

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“Feri, the information you’ve gathered all seems useful. Especially the details about the remnants of the Former Demon King’s Army, the so-called ‘Immortal Battalion,’ are quite promising. That’s why I’m giving you a reward.”

“Yes, Young Master. But I don’t need one.”

The woman actually said that.
Feri, you’re being insolent for your station!

“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you not understand your position?”

“No, Young Master. I am your property.”

That’s exactly right.
From the day I purchased her, Feri had been my property.
But how dare she refuse my orders despite being my property?

“Then tell me why you won’t obey my command to tell me what you want.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Feri replied,

“It’s… because it’s a desire I shouldn’t harbor.”

What was that?
I don’t understand… And why is she being so roundabout?!

“Enough with the beating around the bush! Do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what! If I tell you to split a rock, split it! If I tell you to drain the sea, drain it! If I tell you to tell me what you want, tell me!”

“…Then, please tell me to let you step on me.”

Huh?

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And so, I am stepping on Feri.
I am trampling on her chest, abdomen, and lower abdomen as she lies on her back.

“M-more forcefully, please…!”

I silently complied with Feri’s request.
I pressed down on her large br3asts, crushing them beneath my foot as I gazed down at Feri writhing beneath me.
Her br3asts distorted and flattened further with each increase in pressure.

“M-more…!”

Feri gasped, her voice feverish. Each time she pleaded, I silently increased the force of my foot.

“Feri, is this really the reward you want?”

I asked, my tone half-exasperated. Instead of answering, she arched her body.
The sensation beneath my foot felt unsettling, so I shifted my weight to her abdomen. Her br3asts were too soft and unstable to serve as a proper foothold.
When I pressed down on her stomach, Feri’s body jerked violently, her nails scraping against the floor.
Sweet moans, tear-glazed eyes.
A female pig in heat—no, not a pig. More like a cat.
The female cat… shouldn’t damage the floor.

“When Young Master steps on me like this… I truly feel like I belong to him… It makes me so happy…”

It seemed I had been pushing Feri too hard.
Imperial Law mandated that slaves receive two rest days per month.
Initially, I had thought slaves should be worked to death, but if they broke down like this, I needed to reconsider their treatment more seriously.
Especially since Feri, though technically a slave, was practically a servant of Duke Aster’s household.
Someone who moaned and writhed under another’s foot, trembling with pleasure and wearing a blissful expression, couldn’t be considered mentally sound.
My exasperation was reaching its peak.

And disgust, too.

Feri was practically half-naked, and the dampness on the soles of her feet made me feel uneasy.
If a lesser being had dared to ask me to do this, I would have crushed them to death. But I couldn’t do that to Feri.
Having promised her a reward, I had to endure this female cat’s company for a while longer.
As I was pondering this, Feri murmured,

“Young Master, there are other places I want you to step on…”

Anywhere is fine. I’ll step on any part of you.
But why was Feri like this?
Then it struck me: the Racial Hierarchy Law was to blame.
She had been oppressed so relentlessly that her mind had broken.
The law had twisted her perception, making her believe that being trampled was her source of pleasure.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to maintain my mental balance.
I couldn’t care less about what happens to Demi-Humans, but my household is full of them.

There’s Feri, Misha, and even Gaddem.
As for Ouma… well, never mind.
The point is, if they all break down like this, nothing will function properly.
I have no choice but to conclude that the Racial Hierarchy Law is a terrible piece of legislation.
When Mother takes control of the world, we must ensure society functions smoothly regardless of race.
I’ll propose that to her.

“Ah, Young Master—lower, please.”

What exactly is this woman trying to make me step on?
But even in her madness, Feri is a victim of the Racial Hierarchy Law.
With a sense of pity, I ground my heel into the spot she indicated.