Author’s note: I wouldn’t say this is really all that sexy; it’s more cruel and psychological torture than anything. So just read it only if you really want. You can skip the Chapter with no problem.
[Your rage has exceeded the threshold.]
[System notification: you have unlocked the ability, Otherworldly Punishnt.]
The system inford Shin, and Lilith proactively set the room as the anchor point for the ability. With Ana out of its effect zone, Shin activated it, setting the duration to the longest interval possible.
"So, Mom, I heard about what you did," Shin murmured with an angry roar as soon as the door was closed.
No one outside could hear them because they were in another dinsion. Or, more properly put, they were in a dream whose duration was set for six months.
"I..." Minako sobbed, "I’m sorry... but... he forced to do it." Just as Shin expected, crocodile tears rolled down her beautiful face.
Her strategy for solving any problem was to try to use her charms and play the victim. Of course, there was no chance this would work.
Shin didn’t even bother registering the words she said. But he needed to give her credit: she crafted a full web of lies so smoothly, it was almost impressive. And her acting skills were not bad either.
The boy even pretended to buy into it just to see how far she was going to go. And just as he expected, his mother was willing to do anything to save her own sorry ass.
She even began flirting with him at so point. But there was no use in continuing to indulge her. Shin was satisfied seeing her eyes bright with hope and smugness again, because it was ti to break that smugness.
"Enough." His voice was soft, almost gentle, which made it infinitely more terrifying.
Minako’s smile faltered. "Shin... honey... I don’t understand—"
"You don’t understand?" He leaned closer, his breath cold against her cheek. "Then let make it clear. You are trash, and it’s ti to learn your place. So from now on, you obey my every command, understood?"
He stepped forward, grabbing his promiscuous mother. She tried to pull back, but his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, not yet. Just resting there.
"Listen, my dear mother, I’m going to kill you." He said it the way soone might say they were going to the store. "But not before I break every bone in your arms and legs."
Her eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound ca out. She felt his grip tighten around her neck, and she couldn’t force a single word out.
Minako’s heart sank as she felt asphyxiation set in. Her son was really going to kill her if she didn’t do sothing.
In desperation, she tried to react. Her body squird, pushing weakly against his chest, but it was like shoving against a wall of iron. Her nails scratched his skin, nothing. Her knee rose to strike him. He didn’t even flinch.
"That won’t work either," he murmured.
She tried to scream, but his grip tightened around her neck just enough to turn the scream into a choked rattle. Her hands flew to his wrist, clawing uselessly.
"Don’t dare resist , mother. If you do, I will make sure you know pain beyond anything you can imagine."
Minako’s body began to tremble in fear. She looked into his eyes. There was no madness there. No rage. Just quiet, absolute truth. He ant every word.
Her body went light, not from courage, but from a lack of oxygen. At that mont, she felt her life slipping away... and then he released her.
The woman collapsed to her knees on the floor, panting and trembling.
"W-What... what do you want to do?"
"For now, sit on your bed and shut up."
"What?" Minako blinked in surprise at the strange order. Why would her son ask for that?
Didn’t he want anything from her? He could ask for money, favors, or an apology. Didn’t he even want her body?
"Don’t make repeat myself," he said coldly.
Minako obeyed, but still asked, "W-What do you want with that?"
"Isn’t it obvious? I don’t want to hear your useless voice. It annoys . It’s better when you’re quiet, especially because we have a long ti ahead of us."
He said nothing more. He moved to pick up one of the books on the small table beside Minako’s bed, then sat in a chair and began reading without even looking at his mother.
"And don’t open your mouth without permission. If you do, I will kill you," he added simply.
The woman trembled again at his cold tone, watching in complete confusion as her son calmly began to read. She covered her naked body with her sheets and remained in silence.
Three days passed.
Minako didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t feel hungry or sleepy. She didn’t feel any need to go to the bathroom; it was really strange.
But she didn’t dare ask Shin about any of it. She just kept quietly observing him, and with each passing minute, ti seed to stretch longer and longer, almost unbearably so.
She had nothing to do. Her cellphone had no internet signal, and she felt constantly stressed, afraid of what Shin might do.
But the worst thing was her arousal.
Minako didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself from feeling horny. She tried to resist, but as ti went by, her mind was consud by lust.
Her breathing grew heavier, her nipples painfully hard, her core clenching continuously. She bit her lips; she tried to resist, but it was useless.
She crossed her massive thighs, squeezing them together, hoping the pressure would ease the ache. It only made it worse. A slick heat spread through her core, and she felt moisture dampening her underwear.
No. No, no, no. She tried to resist.
She bit her lips harder. She dug her nails into her palms. She tried to think of anything else. She tried to focus on the pain, on her fear, on literally anything else, but it was impossible. Her body didn’t care about what she wanted. Her body was a traitor.
Minutes beca hours. Her mind fogged over. Every small movent, the brush of her own arm against the side of her breast, even a gust of wind against her hard nipples, made her hornier.
She was so wet she could feel it leaking down her inner thigh. And things got worse; she dampened her entire sheet, and her body was burning.
Her voluptuous body was no longer hers to command. Her massive breasts felt swollen, heavy with want.
She bit down so hard her lip split. Blood, but she barely felt it. Nothing was enough to clear her head.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, sothing inside her snapped.
She sat up slowly. Minako discarded her sheets; she didn’t need anything covering her body.
"Fuck..." she murmured, her lips parted. Her eyes, half-lidded with lust, focused on the only other person in the room.
Shin was sitting across the room, watching her with cold, unreadable eyes. He hadn’t moved in hours.
"Shin..." Her voice ca out breathy, broken. She didn’t recognize it.
She rose from the bed. Her legs were weak. Her thick thighs rubbed together as she walked, and she could feel how soaked she was with every step. Her huge breasts swayed heavily with each movent, the weight of them pulling at her chest.
"I need to fuck..." she whispered in an extrely aroused tone. "Don’t you want to fuck your mother? Don’t you want to fuck my perfect big tits? I know a young boy like you must be dying for a chance with ... so let’s fuck," she asked, unable to give up on her pride.
"Dear mother, wasn’t I clear enough?" Shin asked, his tone still calm, but his eyes told another story.
At that instant, Minako’s heart sank, and despair took over her body.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so hard her spine arched. She gasped, pain slicing through the haze of lust.
"You disgusting whore," he snarled.
His other hand ca down across her face. A hard, open-pald slap that snapped her head to the side and sent a shockwave of pain through her jaw.
Before she could cry out, he hit her again, then again, harder, until her ears rang and blood trickled from her split lip.
She tried to speak, to beg, but his hand closed around her throat.
He squeezed.
Her eyes bulged. Her tongue pushed out between her lips. Her hands clawed uselessly at his wrist as her vision went red, then white, then dark at the edges.
Then, just before the darkness swallowed her completely, he let go.
She collapsed to the floor, coughing, gagging, choking on air that tasted like fire. Tears, saliva, and blood sared across her face. Her whole body shook.
"Get back to your bed," Shin said quietly. "Now. Before I break your arms and legs and leave you drooling on this floor for the next six months."
Minako didn’t look at him. She couldn’t.
"Oh! And if you decide to masturbate, don’t make too much noise, whore," he said. "If you do, I will kill you." He gave her a warning.
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