The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 9

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“Hein, come here. After what happened tonight, I’m feeling a little lonely. Besides, we were interrupted earlier… You know?”

Mother said this, her cheeks flushing slightly.
That was all it took to make me feel overwhelmed.
Even a genius like me couldn’t name this emotion—something beyond simple joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure.
I wanted to hold Mother, and I wanted her to hold me. So, of course, I was thrilled when she told me to “come here.”
Yet at the same time, I felt a crushing guilt.
I understood perfectly well that mothers and children shouldn’t be intimate like this.
Mother must want me to grow up and leave her.
Of course she does. What parent wouldn’t want their child to grow?
I knew it, I understood it, and yet—

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“Mama, please don’t be afraid. That… that lizard thing!”

I said, moving my hips, trying to hold back what was about to come out.

“As long as I’m here… as long as I’m here, I won’t let the Demon Lord’s Army lay a finger on you! What does the Demon Lord’s Army matter? The House of Aster is a great power of Star Succession! Ugh… please, don’t breathe in my ear…”

I want to show Mother how great and powerful I am… No, the Duke of Aster is, and show her that there’s nothing to be afraid of when it comes to the Demon King’s army, but Mother is being mean.

“B-before the great stars, the Demon Lord is just a… a d-d-…”

I choked on the words.
My mother’s v4g1na gripped me tightly, and I had to grit my teeth to endure.

“Hein, you don’t have to carry this burden alone. Please rely on those around you. And your love… hmm… it reaches me clearly. Yes, stay strong… That’s right, Hein, thrust your hips.”

(Me too, mother. I can feel my mother’s love, too.)

I thrust in and out so hard that my mother’s v4g1na was bubbling with our bodily fluids.
The sound of her v4g1na’s juices hit my earlobes.

“Ah, mmm… Good… Feels so good… Ah, aah… Mmm, mmm! W-we’re mother and son! And yet… I love you!”

Tears streamed down my mother’s face.
Me too.

“Hein, I enjoy being fucked by you! Cum, cum, hein! Loads inside mama’s pvssy…”

I succumbed to those terrifyingly lewd words and came easily.
And then my ejaculation seemed to continue forever.
If not for the pain of Mother’s nails digging into my back, I might have lost consciousness.

“Mother… Mama, I love you, I truly do. It’s not just lust. Yet, I find supreme pleasure in releasing my seed inside you… Please forgive me.”

I wept and begged for forgiveness as I squeezed out the last drops of my seed inside her.
Tears welled in Mother’s beautiful eyes as well.

“It’s alright. I’m your mother, yet I’m experiencing the joy of being held by you as a woman. Please forgive this mother…”

Mother’s words suddenly made me question what love truly meant.
I love my mother.
She loves me too.
Yet we both believe it’s wrong to desire each other’s bodies, even though we know that giving in to that desire would bring the other joy.
So what’s the right thing to do?
Should we suppress our carnal love to preserve the boundaries of our parent-child relationship?
Or…
As I wrestled with these thoughts, I felt my mother tighten her embrace slightly.

“Hein, I don’t think there’s any such thing as ‘correct’ love. If there is, it’s something you spend a lifetime discovering.
So don’t worry so much. It makes me sad when you’re troubled. Besides…”
She paused, then whispered in my ear,

“Do you… Hate having a ‘naughty Mama’?”

My answer was immediate.

“I love my naughty Mama!”

I said that and kissed Mother.
But!

“Hein, one more time,”

Mother said, so I kissed her again.

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I watched everything from the balcony.
The terrifying evil dragon and the pillar of light that pierced both the dragon and the sky itself.

“Ah, that light…”

The light was dazzling, beautiful, and filled me with a strong premonition of destruction.
Father had been summoned to the Imperial Castle to defend the Imperial Capital and was stationed there.
The House of Aster would likely receive deployment orders as well, but Helga Ira Aster is not strictly speaking an Aster.
In other words, the deployment order should go to Hein Sera Aster, the heir apparent.
However, Hein wasn’t fully grown yet, and the Imperial Castle had initially planned to rely solely on the House of Sarion for defense.

“Could that be… Father?”

Even as I said it, I was skeptical.
As far as I knew, Father didn’t possess such power.
Besides, I had witnessed the hundreds of offensive barriers he had erected shatter one after another like fragile glass.

“No. That wasn’t Sarion’s work. That was Aster’s.”

I suddenly sensed a presence behind me.

“Grandfather!”

“Since Faure is so unreliable, I figured even I, though retired, might have to step in and do some work… but then…”

Faure was Father, the current head of House Sarion.
However, the extent of his power was well-known. In another two years, I would surpass him in magic.
Incidentally, Grandfather—despite his age—still possesses the most exceptional skill in the entire House of Sarion.

“Aster’s work… Could it be…”

“Indeed. Most likely the heir of Aster himself. That terrifying magical power, that fearsome magic. He has already surpassed Damien, the previous head of the house.”

“Hein…”

I harbored complex feelings toward Hein Sera Aster.
The reason was simple: Hein and I were engaged, but I had glimpsed the darkness within him.
As a noblewoman, I prided myself on my ability to judge character. From my perspective, Hein seemed like a walking calamity. Power alone meant nothing.
I desperately wanted to break off the engagement, but a marriage between the Duchal Houses carried immense political weight. I couldn’t simply end it based on personal feelings.

So, I decided to wait for Hein to reveal his true nature. I would maintain the engagement while keeping our relationship as distant as possible. If this provoked him into some outrageous act, I would use it as grounds to dissolve the engagement.

Alternatively, I could skip the roundabout approach and wait for him to make an irreversible mistake that would make maintaining the engagement impossible. Frankly, I considered the latter more likely.
Yet Hein exhibited no problematic behavior whatsoever; his conduct was exemplary, a model for any noble.
Far from provoking my emotions, he remained utterly indifferent.
It was as if he’d forgotten our engagement entirely, never initiating conversation with me.
I, for my part, felt it wouldn’t be proper to completely ignore him, so I tried to strike up conversations whenever the opportunity arose, but he never acknowledged me.

“By the way, Esmeralda, are you getting along well with Hein?”

I’d been asked the question I’d been dreading.

“W-well… yes, I suppose so… We maintain an appropriate relationship, but…”

I stammered out my reply.

“…I don’t know what you dislike about the heir of House Aster, but has he done something wrong? From what I’ve observed, he seems to be an exemplary student. Let me remind you, this isn’t an engagement you can break on a whim.”

“…I understand.”

It would be impossible to claim I hadn’t made any effort to negotiate.
But it seemed I had no choice but to take action myself.
The best course would be to repair our relationship. If the engagement with Hein, a man of such power who also fulfilled his noble duties, were to fall through, the House of Sarion’s standing would be ruined.
In that case, I would likely bear full responsibility.
After all, I had neglected to make any effort to advance my relationship with Hein.
In the worst-case scenario, would I have to resort to using my body to capture his attention?
Frankly, the thought weighed heavily on me.

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In the original timeline, Hein’s engagement with Esmeralda had been broken off.
This was because the House of Aster had failed to defend the Imperial Capital.
As a result, Esmeralda completely gave up on Hein and began to notice Azel, who had repelled the Sky Eater Ormund.
Hein, frustrated by his failures, continued to harbor resentment.
During this time, his soul steadily became tainted by the negative emotions that would make him a suitable vessel for the Demon Lord.
But in this parallel world, Hein’s soul remained pure.
Though the term “mama’s boy” might sound unflattering, describing his earnest search for a loving relationship with his biological mother, there was absolutely no room for the Demon King to intervene.