A long ti ago, in a big and quiet villa, there was a large and cozy room filled with young children. All of them had small horns on their heads and long black tails that ended in cute heart shapes. These were the very first generation of succubus and incubus children.
So were reading books while others were playing together, laughing and smiling. Their faces were full of innocence, and they all looked extrely adorable.
Suddenly, the door opened and soone walked in.
It was a girl with long, soft pink hair. She was clearly taller and older than the rest of the kids in the room. She looked around twelve or thirteen years old, while most others were ten or even younger.
Even though she was still a child, she already had a strange charm and beauty about her. Her presence was so captivating that it could even make grown won jealous.
She was wearing a white wedding dress that flowed around her feet. A soft smile was on her face as she looked around.
All the children looked up and smiled.
“It’s the eldest!”
“Oh no, big sis Nirvana is at it again!” one of the boys said, slapping his forehead with a sigh.
Nirvana entered the room cheerfully and asked with sparkling eyes,
“Where’s Mother? I’m going to marry her today for real!”
The kids sighed.
“She’s in her room, of course,” said one of the incubus boys, sounding tired like he had heard this before.
Another little girl rolled her eyes.
“Big sis, when are you going to give up on that?”
Nirvana blinked. She was caught off guard.
“Huh? What do you an give up?” she asked.
At that mont, the whole room went quiet. The children stared at her with confused and strange expressions.
“What? Don’t you all love Mother?” Nirvana said with a serious face. “I love her more than all of you combined!”
The boy from before scratched his head and said,
“Of course we love Mother, but not like that. I an, yeah, she’s super beautiful and charming, but… she’s our mom!”
“Right,” added another girl. “She’s like a goddess to us, but we’re her children. We can’t marry our own mother!”
Nirvana stood frozen. She felt like everyone’s eyes were staring deep into her heart, judging her.
“You’re the big sister… and yet…”
“Yeah, you’re weird,” one kid mumbled.
“Weird…”
“Weird…”
“Weird!”
The word echoed again and again in Nirvana’s mind like little bells striking her thoughts.
But Nirvana wasn’t the type to give up. Her eyes flashed with determination. She stomped her foot and pointed at everyone in the room.
“I’m not weird! You all are weird! Every one of you!” she shouted.
“You just don’t understand how perfect and amazing Mother is. She’s not just beautiful—she’s everything! I will beco her bride no matter what!” she declared with pride and a bright face.
All the other children looked at each other and sighed again.
But Nirvana… her heart had already been stolen long ago.
Her eyes slowly moved to the corner of the room where a black sword in its sheath was leaning against the wall.
Nirvana's face brightened with excitent.
"Mother forgot her sword! This is my chance to talk to her!" she thought happily.
Without wasting a second, she rushed over, picked up the sword, and hurried toward her mother's room. She didn’t even knock. With a big smile and her heart pounding in her chest, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
But the mont she did, her whole face turned bright red.
Her mother had just stepped out of the bath—completely naked. Her red hair was still wet and stuck gently to her creamy skin. Water drops sparkled on her smooth body, running down her neck, across her chest, and along her hips. Her reddish-brown eyes gave off a lazy, calm gaze that sohow made her even more beautiful.
Nirvana quickly raised her hand to cover her face but couldn’t help peeking through her fingers.
Her mother walked with slow, elegant steps like a queen, her wet hair dripping slightly as she moved. She sat down on a chair near the window and turned her eyes to Nirvana, completely calm and relaxed.
“What is it?” she asked casually.
Even her voice was filled with charm, like a soft lody that made Nirvana's heart beat faster.
Nirvana lowered her hand, her cheeks still red, but her eyes were locked onto her mother's body—especially her chest and the area between her thighs. Her heart raced wildly.
“I-I ca to give you your sword. You forgot it,” she said, stretching her arm out and holding the sword with both hands.
Her mother looked at her with a calm but slightly serious face. She reached out and gently patted Nirvana’s head.
“I never forget anything,” she said in a soft but heavier voice. “If sothing seems forgotten, it’s best not to rember it. No matter how important or needed it may feel.”
She looked directly into Nirvana’s eyes.
“Do you understand?”
Nirvana’s body trembled. She felt like her mother’s words were a deep truth she couldn’t fully grasp but needed to accept.
“Y-Yes! I understand! I won’t make the sa mistake again!” she said with strong feelings.
Inside, she was scolding herself.
“I’m so stupid! I ssed up again! Mother must be disappointed in …”
Her mother looked at her for another mont and asked, “Anything else?”
Nirvana’s face turned red again. She looked down, then up, then played with her fingers nervously.
“Umm… Mother… I love you,” she whispered.
Her mother gave a soft laugh, “You’ve told
that thousands of tis already.”
“No, not like that!” Nirvana said quickly. “I really, really love you! So please… marry ! I’m serious this ti!”
Her mother blinked in surprise and gave a small, gentle smile.
“Is that why you’re wearing that gown?” she asked.
Nirvana nodded eagerly.
Her mother was quiet for a few seconds, clearly thinking. Then she reached out and gently ran her fingers down Nirvana’s cheek.
The soft touch made Nirvana lt on the inside.
“Ahh… Mother’s fingers… So soft…” she mumbled in a dreamy daze.
“You’re the oldest,” her mother said with a sigh, “but you’re also the strangest one.”
She smiled gently and continued,
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll send you and the others to a different world. If you beco a demon king there and manage to find
again... I’ll marry you.”
Nirvana’s eyes sparkled.
“Really?! You promise?!”
Her mother just smiled mysteriously and handed her the black sword.
“Here. Take this. From now on… it’s yours.”
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In the sprawling territory of the demon king Nirvana, a vast room echoed with the harsh sounds of a whip cutting through the air. Nirvana, on all fours, endured Catherine's relentless lashings, her body tense with each strike. Catherine's whip cracked against Nirvana's back, leaving red welts that spoke of her unyielding fury.
Nearby, the lifeless body of Noir lay forgotten, Nirvana's mind raced, her thoughts a tumultuous mix of pain and longing. "The main quest was to find mother, not to beco a demon king," she thought, her heart heavy with the weight of a thousand years of fruitless search. "It only took
a few hundred years to beco a demon king, yet finding
mother has eluded
for a millennium."
As Catherine's whip struck again, Nirvana's body convulsed, but her mind remained focused on the hidden detail her mother had left behind. "What are you dazing out for, you shaless bitch? Confess your sins!" Catherine snarled, her voice laced with contempt.
Nirvana's confession poured out, raw and unfiltered. "I'm a dirty daughter who lusts for her own mother's body. I want to be embraced by her in bed and start a family with her!" Her voice quivered with a mix of sha and desire.
Catherine's whip lashed out again, even harder this ti. "Let's say you succeed, what do you even call this relationship? Will your children be your son and daughter or your own siblings?" The question hung in the air, a cruel reminder of the twisted nature of their conversation.
Nirvana's body trembled as she responded, "Ahh~, I don't care what the world thinks. I just want to atone for my sins of not finding mother sooner. I'll make sure to have at least five children—"
Whack!
Catherine's whip cut through the air once more. "Only five?
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