I panicked.
Looked up.
Mother had already turned her face. Her eyes searching for the source of that strange sensation.
First, she looked at my dick.
Her jaw dropped.
Then at my hand. The one pulling her panty’s fabric aside.
Then she felt it. The touch of my penis pressing against her pussy.
Her body moved instantly. She rolled to the other side of the bed, putting distance between us. Then turned to face fully.
"Eren, what were you doing?"
Her voice was confused. Alard. But not angry.
Not yet.
Her gaze fell again on my cock. Standing tall. Throbbing. Hard as steel.
She stared at it like she was witnessing an alien creature.
And in this world, she basically was.
No one had ever seen a hard cock before. Not her. Not anyone. The curse made sure of that.
She was stunned for several seconds. Processing. Trying to understand what she was looking at.
Then she reached out.
And grabbed it.
"Eren, what happened?"
Her grip was firm. Concerned. Like she was examining an injury.
"Is it hurting?"
She squeezed slightly.
"Did you get bitten by bees?"
She turned it left and right, inspecting.
"Or is this so new disease?"
’She thinks my boner is a dical ergency.’
’This world is fucking hilarious.’
She released her grip suddenly. Panic flooding her face.
"Just wait here!"
She jumped off the bed and rushed toward the door.
"I’m going to fetch the healer!"
Her hand reached for the handle.
"Wait, mother!"
She froze. Turned to look at .
"I am perfectly fine."
Confusion filled her eyes.
"Then why is your..."
She glanced at my crotch, then looked away quickly. Embarrassed.
"Why is your below so swollen?"
’How do I explain this?’
’What lie should I co up with?’
My brain scrambled for an answer. Sothing believable. Sothing that wouldn’t make her run screaming for help.
But then I decided.
’Fuck it. Half-truth it is.’
"Mother, like I said, it’s not a disease. It’s not a curse either."
I paused for effect.
"It’s a blessing."
Her confusion deepened. She stepped closer, curiosity overcoming her panic.
"A blessing?"
I nodded.
"My dick can beco this hard whenever I want. And return to normal when I want."
She stared at like I had grown a second head.
"What are you saying, baby?"
Her eyes drifted down to my cock again.
"Looking at your... um... dirty part, I don’t think that makes sense. I can feel the pain just looking at it."
I reached out and held both her hands.
"Trust , mother. It’s nothing bad. I actually feel better than ever."
She hesitated. Unconvinced.
"And what did you say about the blessing part?"
I took a deep breath.
"Mother, I was blessed by the gods themselves."
Her eyes widened.
"They saw my misery. Our misery. And granted this."
I swung my cock for emphasis. It wobbled majestically.
"This is the cure, mother. For both of us. For everything you’ve endured."
I stepped closer.
"With this, everything changes. We get the life we were deprived of."
Each word made her more confused. Her brain struggling to connect the dots between a hard cock and divine intervention.
I grabbed my shaft.
"With this, I can make you rule this household."
She blinked.
"With this, I will bring the whole village under father’s na below your feet."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"This will change everything, mother. Just trust . Follow my vision. Follow whatever insane thing I say."
Her mind was slowly processing. Gears turning. Smoke practically coming out of her ears.
Then she spoke.
In that gentle, motherly voice.
"Your mother is fine, Eren."
She reached out and touched my cheek.
"You might be traumatized after seeing your father punish today. But don’t take that seriously."
She smiled sadly.
"It was my mistake."
’What?’
I stared at her in disbelief.
’She thinks I only saw today’s torture?’
’She’s deflecting years of daily abuse as her own mistake?’
"So you make these mistakes every day, right?"
Her body went rigid.
The color drained from her face.
She realized I knew. Of course I knew. I wasn’t a child anymore. I had seen everything. Heard everything. For eight fucking years.
"Mother."
My voice was firm.
"I’m not just babbling. Trust on this."
She was silent for a long mont. Then sighed.
"Fine. Tell what you want."
’Progress.’
I started circling my finger around the tip of my cock. Drawing her attention to it.
"Mother, this thing can increase anyone’s QUOR capacity. I just need to follow certain moves taught by the gods."
She frowned.
"QUOR capacity? But that’s not how it works—"
"I know it sounds impossible. But it’s the truth."
I cut her off before she could argue.
"And what I ant by increasing QUOR capacity, I was referring to you."
Her eyes widened.
"If I increase yours, you can challenge father. Throw him off. Take the role of the next head through the ritual."
"Eren, please don’t think—"
"Mother."
I grabbed her hands again.
"Just this once. If you love . If you think I care about you. Just do what I ask."
My eyes locked onto hers.
"I promise, after this, you will feel sothing different. And when you do, our new life starts."
I squeezed her hands.
"Not as victims. But as the bullies."
She thought about it. Her eyes searching my face for any sign of madness or deception.
Then she sighed again.
"Fine. Tell what you want to do."
I smiled. Stroked my cock once.
"I just need to follow so steps with you. For the ritual."
"Like what?"
"Like..."
I hesitated for just a second.
"Taking this inside your... pussy."
Silence.
Then explosion.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!"
She jumped back like I had burned her.
"That’s not appropriate! That’s sothing too dirty!"
Her face was red. Flustered. Scandalized.
"We are mother and son! We can’t even look at those parts of each other!"
’Why is she acting like this?’
’Sex doesn’t even exist in this world. These people have never experienced pleasure. Yet they still treat genitals like sacred treasure.’
’Like gold that’s actually just painted stones.’
’This is going to be harder than I thought.’
I needed a different approach.
Ti for the performance of a lifeti.
I made my face crumble. Eyes watering. Lips trembling.
"You’re calling this dirty..."
My voice cracked.
"While father and those bitches are harassing you every single day."
A tear rolled down my cheek.
"I can’t take it anymore, mother. I wanted to kill them with my own hands."
She flinched.
"Rember when you asked why I was pushing so hard during axe training?"
I sniffled.
"It was for the sa reason. To kill every one of them. To make sure even my death brings joy to your life."
More tears. Streaming now.
"To die as a son you could be proud of."
Her face shattered.
"But then the gods saw my resolve. They called . Granted this power. A power to change our lives, mother."
I looked at her with the most pitiful expression I could muster.
"And here you are. Rejecting the hard work I put in."
My voice broke.
"The only person in this whole world I believed would understand . Would trust ."
Fake tears poured down my face.
She broke completely.
"Eren..."
She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around . Squeezing tight. Tighter. Like she was trying to rge our bodies into one.
"I would never be happy if you died for ."
Her voice was thick with emotion.
"Never think that would give a better life."
She held for a long mont. Then loosened her grip slightly.
"But Eren..."
A pause.
"Thank you. For everything."
Her hands moved to my face. Cupping my cheeks.
"Thank you for just existing. Because your existence is what makes feel like myself."
In the heat of that emotional mont, she felt sothing.
Sothing pressing between her thighs.
She looked down.
My cock. Huge. Enormous by this world’s standards. Pressed firmly between her soft thighs.
She stared at it.
Then moved back slowly.
A smile ford on her lips.
She reached down.
Held my cock gently.
And kissed the tip.
My entire body shivered.
Then she looked up at with those beautiful elven eyes.
"So tell , my son."
Her grip tightened slightly.
"How do we begin with this blessing of yours?"
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