The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 77

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Kiska’s scream echoed deep into the forest.
She had imagined what Capella would do to her, what would become of her.
Capella’s bony hand gripped her shoulder, forcing her slender body down onto the cold earth.
White maggots spilled from the hem of his black robe, swarming across the ground toward her feet.

“Stop!”

Alfred roared, tightening his grip on his axe and raising it to strike, but a newly appeared Dullahan’s icy arm clamped down on him from behind, pinning him in place.
Harris was also surrounded by a horde of zombies, his movements completely restricted.
Capella’s skull loomed over Kiska, the blue flames flickering in his empty eye sockets burning briefly brighter.

『Gubub… A beautiful host. Your flesh and bl00d shall become the foundation of my new army.』

Kiska desperately reached for her sword, but a white insect coiled around her wrist, crawling through the gaps in her armor and draining the strength from her fingers.
The cold, slimy sensation spread across her skin, its repulsive nature twisting Kiska’s face in terror and making her breathing ragged.

“No… stop it! Get off me!”

The insects multiplied, swarming up her thighs and covering her abdomen.
Finally, they burrowed into her groin, invading her inner depths.
Kiska’s body jerked violently, slamming her back against the forest floor with such force that she trembled uncontrollably.

“Hiii!”

The foreign sensation in her lower abdomen brought Kiska unbearable pleasure, far more intense than the revulsion.
It wasn’t just the writhing within her; it was the secretions they produced.

“Nngh… Aaaah!”

Kiska screamed, her voice torn between terror, humiliation, and shuddering ecstasy.
Not a trace remained of her usual stoicism.
Tears streamed down Kiska’s cheeks, her eyes trembling with terror and confusion.
Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead, and her ragged breaths billowed out in white puffs of mist.
Waves of searing heat and overwhelming pleasure crashed over her in alternating waves, gradually dissolving Kiska’s will to resist.

(I hate this… but my body is reacting on its own…!)

Kiska’s hips arched involuntarily.
She could feel it.
The insects clung to her most sensitive areas, refusing to let go.
With each breath, Kiska reached climax.
The pleasure she was experiencing—a sensation utterly unattainable through normal means—would have shattered the sanity of an ordinary person.
Kiska’s ability to endure this far was a testament to her resilience as a seasoned adventurer.
But even her endurance had its limits.
Kiska’s feet scraped against the ground, trembling violently.
Her legs stretched taut, her n1pples hardened, and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

“Agh! Nngh! …S-stop… please…”

Her trembling voice was stained with color.
Seeing Kiska in such agony, her lover Alfred reached the breaking point. He desperately struggled against the Dullahan’s grip on his arms.

“Release Kiska! You bastard!”

His rage-filled voice echoed through the air, but of course, such a plea would never halt the torment inflicted upon Kiska.
Harris fared no better. His mouth was sealed by a zombie’s rotting hand, rendering him unable to cast magic.
Capella chuckled, a sinister sound escaping from the skull’s mouth.

『Resistance is futile. This woman will become a vessel to house my forces.』

Kiska’s body arched violently again, her screams tearing through the air as her nails clawed at the ground.

“Igyaaah! Agh!”

It was a scream of pure agony.
Yet she wasn’t truly feeling pain.
Pleasure—an overwhelming, torturous pleasure—tormented Kiska.
Her abdomen began to swell, and the writhing movements of the worms inside became so violent they were visible through her skin.
No one came to poor Kiska’s aid.
Alfred and Harris couldn’t tear their eyes away, staring at her exposed form.
They were clearly awakening to carnal desires.
The once dignified and beautiful Kiska now gasped, writhed, and was driven mad by pleasure.
The worms were undeniably grotesque, but Kiska’s current state was even more alluring.
Her healthy, sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat, her pink n1pples stood erect, and a clear fluid streamed copiously from her groin, invading Alfred and Harris’s vision.
When Kiska noticed their gaze, despair clouded her eyes.

“Why—”

Her trembling voice dissolved into sobs.
Why, even as I suffer this fate, is my beloved lover, my friend, gazing at me with such arousal? That thought consumed her.
Kiska felt her sanity cracking, splintering with each passing moment.

(Ah, what does it matter anymore?)

The instant that thought crossed her mind, Kiska’s body convulsed, saliva dripping from her mouth to the earth.

“Nghh! Aaaah!”

Her scream shook the forest.
A climax of pleasure, a scream of ecstasy, a “reward” for surrendering to pleasure.
Capella nodded in satisfaction, his robe’s hem swaying slightly.

『Beautiful scream. Your womb will carry my child.』

Kiska’s abdomen began to swell grotesquely.
The skin stretched thin, translucent, revealing the writhing shadows within.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”

Alfred, finally regaining his senses, roared in fury—

『You’re no longer needed.』

Hearing Capella’s words, the Dullahan swung its black sword, severing Alfred’s head in a single flash.
Bl00d gushed out as his body collapsed to the ground.
Alfred’s head rolled away, his eyes still burning with fury.
Incidentally, his groin remained swollen.
Harris met a similar end.

“God! Please!”

The moment he screamed those words, a swarm of zombies tore his throat out.
Kiska didn’t mourn either of them, only laughed.

“Aaaah… haaa… haaa…”

Her gasps came in ragged bursts, her breath hoarse.
Kiska looked up at the sky, her vacant eyes staring at the overcast sky.
Squish, squish—insects continued to fondle and violate Kiska’s genitals.

(Ah, it feels so good…)

Staring blankly at the rapidly swelling madness, Kiska simply indulged in the pleasure.