I felt chills crawl up my spine at mother’s stare.
Her dreadful presence pressed down on so heavily that I could barely speak despite trying.
I could only stare back as she calmly approached, her expression unchanging, cold as always.
From what I rembered, she had never smiled once in my life.
When she finally stopped in front of , she raised her slender hand and held my chin, forcing my eyes to lock onto hers.
I could feel her breath on , and I tensed instinctively.
She scrutinized closely, muttering in a low voice that carried clearly between us.
"Interesting... such potency for cursed energy."
She removed her hand from my chin, and suddenly a blue wisp condensed in her palm.
As she brought it closer, I felt my bones vibrate.
It vanished in the blink of an eye.
Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first ti, a flicker of hesitation crossed her mind.
’Should I kill him now? Or... perhaps he could be useful later...’
The thought weighed heavily.
When I was young, she couldn’t allow my death. But now that I’d grown, she could easily eliminate and claim I had been assassinated.
No one would question the matriarch, and it would fuel the Targaryans’ anger in hunting more cursed monsters.
’Killing him would bring so many resources to the clan.’
Her thoughts were already spiraling when she heard soone call her... not her, but the na she went by at tis.
"Mo—mother?" I managed to mutter after a struggle.
The pressure around intensified, and the look in her eyes told whatever Elizabeth was planning definitely wasn’t good.
I had to act fast, and this was the only thing I could think of.
We rarely used that term for the matriarch. The Targaryan clan was all about rules and responsibility.
Although I wasn’t the original son, maybe this would change sothing in her.
Elizabeth froze, and the killing intent in her eyes receded.
She didn’t know why she hesitated, but...
’I’ve never seen soone react to cursed energy like he does... I’ll study him for a year. In just a year, there’s no way he can catch up to . After that, if he proves useless, I’ll eliminate him. Handing the clan to his sister has always been the plan.’
Her eyes flickered as she settled on her decision.
The pressure around vanished instantly.
I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.
My hand was tightly clenched.
’I almost lost my life, all because of what? I was weak?? A disposable pawn???’
I gritted my teeth and forced myself upright.
Elizabeth’s gaze lingered on the room, on the traces left behind.
"Clean up and head to the training ground. From today, you’ll beco a cursed fighter."
Her words left no room for refusal. Before I could nod, she vanished.
The mont she disappeared, I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Standing in front of my adopted mother was exhausting.
Every mont, I felt my life hanging by a thread.
’Damnation!’ I cursed inwardly and stood, calming my trembling nerves.
Suddenly, my system flashed to life in front of , to my surprise.
[Ding! Compatible target detected. Initiate sexual bonding to complete the system link.]
[Na: Elizabeth Targaryan.]
[Age: ??]
[Traits: cold, ruthless, loyal, devoted, cunning, crazy...]
[Weaknesses: Complints, domination, control, hardcore sex...]
Instantly, my breath caught in my throat as I read through the line of holographic words displayed in my line of sight.
’System? Are you serious? My adopted mother is a compatible target? Are you trying to send to my death?’ I couldn’t help cursing at the system, not believing in the slightest that there was a chance I could fuck my mother.
I couldn’t deny that the thought was nice, but getting access to her heart? That was impossibly difficult!
This was basically an impossible mission.
Still, if I could bind her... with her talents, which were likely greater than Lydia’s, and her higher cultivation, my strength could increase to a terrifying extent.
I rubbed the back of my head in deep thought for a few seconds and ultimately decided to place the idea at the back of my mind. As ti passed, I’d try to see if there was a way to secure my mother as a partner.
With that thought in mind, I glanced to the side, at Lydia, sleeping peacefully.
As if sensing my gaze, she stirred and opened her eyes.
She froze instantly as our eyes t.
"Ah!" Lydia gasped and jumped from the bed, mories of last night flooding back.
"You—young master? What happened to you?" she asked, and I felt slightly puzzled.
"What are you talking about?"
She raised a trembling hand, pointing at the mirror.
I turned and froze.
I blinked once, twice, staring at my reflection in disbelief.
’What the fuck happened to ?’
I looked starkly different from yesterday.
The first thing I noticed was that I hadn’t even realized I was naked.
’Then my mother just now...’
My eyes widened. She had been staring at my nakedness the whole ti.
’...And she didn’t even flinch? Not even a reaction?’ Slightly disappointed, I pushed the thought aside.
Still, the urge to conquer the cold, jade beauty was starting to take root in my heart.
’Domination, huh...’ The thought of dominating my mother, who always acted as though she was in control, felt foreign but at the sa ti extrely appealing.
I returned my attention to studying the changes in my body. Before, I had been only about 5’9", but now I stood 6’3".
Toned muscles lined my body, and my handsoness had reached a whole new level.
I could hardly believe soone could be this good-looking.
It was incomparable to my past looks... almost like comparing a god to a mortal.
Sharp brows, dazzling silver pupils containing miniature nebulas, and a tight, sharp jawline... I was probably the epito of handsoness.
’Now we’re talking!’ I muttered, feeling extrely confident.
I turned to Lydia with a warm smile.
Her face flushed instantly, and she could barely et my eyes.
’Why’s he suddenly so good-looking? Did I really... last night... with ?’ she thought, incredulous.
For a mont, she felt undeserving of .
I understood her thoughts and shook my head.
"Since I said you’re my woman, don’t worry about changing my mind."
I noticed her expression shift slightly and continued, changing the topic.
"The matriarch was here a few minutes ago. Said I should get dressed for training."
"The matriarch?" Lydia flinched, her face pale.
"Don’t worry too much. Later, sign up and change your status to my personal maid. No one else can order you around," I said coldly, gesturing for her to get a set of training clothes.
She hesitated for a mont, then nodded.
The duvet slid off her, revealing her naked body.
’You’ve got training to do... now’s not the ti...’ Her body was so irresistible I almost pounced.
Noticing my rock-hard cock, Lydia grinned.
It seed she enjoyed teasing a little.
As she took a black training outfit from my stack, she bent low, revealing her slightly moist pussy lips.
Her movents were slow and deliberately arousing, and I couldn’t look away.
After grabbing the cloth, she glanced at curiously, holding it to her chest and asking,
"Would this be suitable, young master?"
"Yes," I groaned in frustration.
Lydia blinked, then slowly approached and handed the cloth.
I dressed quickly, taking a mont to calm my raging shaft under her gaze.
Then I slapped her ass lightly.
"You’ve suddenly beco a bad girl... I’ll need to teach you a lesson tonight."
"Ahhh, master..." Lydia moaned, biting her lip, a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
"Fuck..." I bit my lip slightly, summoning the last of my resolve, and finally left the room.
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