The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 96

◆

As the night’s curtain fell, enveloping the Duke’s Mansion in silence, Helga finally finished her day’s duties and lay down on her bed.
The soft silk sheets caressed her skin, but even that luxurious sensation couldn’t soothe her restless heart.

She sighed softly.

“I guess I’ll never get used to this…”

Without that warmth beside me.
The space in the overly spacious bed felt awfully lonely.

Until recently, Hein had slept beside her in this bed almost every night.
“Good night, Mother,” he would say with a happy smile, nestling into her arms.

It was Helga herself who had suggested they sleep apart.

“Hein, you’re old enough to sleep alone now.”

Helga still remembered the expression on Hein’s face when she told him.
In the Empire, noble children who failed to become independent from their parents after reaching adulthood were scorned in high society.

As the heir to the Duchal House, Hein couldn’t afford such a disgraceful reputation.
Everything she did was for her son’s future.

It was the natural decision for a mother to make.
And yet…

Even though she had initiated this separation, why did this loneliness grip her heart so tightly?
Wasn’t it absurd for her, the one who should be encouraging his independence, to feel this way?

Helga smiled self-mockingly and squeezed her eyes shut.

(Anyway, I should just go to sleep. Tomorrow will be early.)

With that, Helga drifted off to sleep.

◆

How long had she been asleep?
Suddenly, Helga realized she wasn’t in her bedroom.

When Helga opened her eyes, she found herself in a space shrouded in darkness.
But this was no ordinary darkness.

Countless stars glittered around her like scattered jewels, their brilliance dazzling.
Strangely, the stars weren’t in the distant sky above.

Instead, they seemed close enough to touch, surrounding her and slowly blinking in a rhythmic dance.

(Where am I?)

Anxiety flickered in Helga’s chest as she took in the unfamiliar scene.
She cautiously stepped off the bed, letting out a relieved breath.

Though she couldn’t see the ground, she felt the solid sensation of a floor beneath her feet.

(First, I need to figure out where I am.)

Thinking this, Helga was about to start walking again when… She felt a gentle tug on her sleeve from behind.
Startled, she turned to see Hein standing there.

Hair as dark as the deepest night, and violet eyes that shimmered with starlight.
Helga’s son, whom she loved more than anyone.

“Mom, isn’t it beautiful here? This is a special place, one even I can’t visit easily,”

Hein said, gazing around at the surrounding stars with a dreamy expression.

“Hein…? Why are you here… No, more importantly, what is this place…”

As if to interrupt Helga’s confused words, Hein took her hand.
Then he brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered,

“Mom, we’re the only ones here.”

The sweet, irresistible tone of his voice sent a momentary, almost numbing sensation through Helga’s mind.
In the next instant, Helga’s body was enveloped in a weightless, floating sensation.

Hein picked her up and gently laid her on the bed.

“H-Hein, what are you… Mmmph?!”

Helga tried to protest, but her lips were silenced by his.
Hein’s tongue explored her mouth with a ravenous, savoring intensity, tangling with hers in a way that no mother and son should ever share.
A hot, tingling numbness melted through Helga’s mind. She tried to resist, but her body felt utterly powerless.

Instead, she found herself trembling with pleasure as Hein’s skillful tongue movements sent shivers of delight down her spine.
When Hein finally broke the kiss, a silvery thread stretched between their lips.

“Hah… what… what are you doing?”

“Mom,”

Hein’s hands ran over Helga’s body, tracing her body over her thin nightdress. Warmth spread from where his fingers touched, as if electricity were running through her.
His hand traced the fullness of her br3asts, the curve of her waist, then slowly drifted between her legs.

“S-stop…”

She barely managed to squeeze out some words of refusal.
But they were far too weak, lacking in persuasiveness.

“Mama, do you really want me to stop?”

Hein whispered in her ear, his words piercing her heart.
Really?
Do I really want him to stop?
She asked herself over and over again.

(I don’t know.)

Yes, Helga didn’t understand anything.
Her reason, which should have guided her without hesitation, now lay dormant. Worse, a sensation surged from the depths of her body—the very opposite of rejection.

More.
I want him to touch me more.
I want to accept all of him.
That was the truth she couldn’t deny.

“…No.”

Her lips moved of their own accord.

“No, Hein…”

Those words were the final trigger.
Hein’s eyes blazed with triumphant desire and possessiveness.

Her nightgown was pulled open, exposing Helga’s moonlit skin to the starlight.
Hein’s passionate gaze felt as if it was burning her skin, but it felt comforting.

And then their bodies came together.

“Ah… Hein!”

Helga’s private parts were more than moist enough.
A sharp pain pierced her as a hot wedge plunged inside.

“Ah…!”

A cry, half-scream, half-moan, escaped her lips, but the pain quickly transformed into a sweet ache.
As Hein began to move slowly, deliberately, Helga’s body responded with supple grace, matching his rhythm.

She no longer felt any guilt.
She surrendered completely to the waves of pleasure washing over her.
Only the forbidden joy of being held by her beloved son consumed her.

“Mama… oh, Mama, I love you…”

Hein whispered these words of love again and again, his hips moving in time with his words.

“Ah… Hein!”

With a violent, thrusting impact, Helga’s consciousness was swallowed by a blinding light.

◆

“Hah… pant, pant…!”

Helga woke with a gasp, her breathing ragged.
She struggled to regulate her breathing, desperately sucking in air as she panted heavily.

Her heart pounded so fiercely it felt like it would burst.
She frantically looked around, but she was in her familiar bedroom, lying on her bed.

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a tranquil glow.
The furniture was arranged as usual, and the paintings on the wall remained unchanged.

“A dream… was it just a dream?”

Helga murmured in a hoarse voice.
Still… she thought.

It felt so real.
The lingering warmth of his touch on her skin.

The sweet whispers echoing in her ears.
The shock that pierced her body and the searing pleasure that coursed through her veins—she remembered it all with vivid clarity, as if it had truly happened.

(And…)

Suddenly, Helga’s hand drifted down to her secret place.
Even through her nightgown, she could feel the incredible heat and dampness there, as if she had just finished making love.

It had to be a dream.
It couldn’t be real.

But how could she explain her body’s reaction?
Amidst her swirling thoughts, Helga’s gaze fell upon the ring on her left hand.

The ominous yet breathtakingly beautiful black ring Hein had given her, calling it “the crystallized essence of love.”
Its design featured twin dragons entwined around a pitch-black gem that shimmered like stardust in the depths of darkness.
Basked in the moonlight, the ring looked even more alluring than usual – and seemed to emit a lascivious glow.