Lying broken and bruised on the cold granite floor, I watched Morgana's towering figure hesitate.
The terrifying 7th Circle Mage was completely frozen by the raw, helpless tone of my voice. The psychological shift was instantaneous.
Her strict, disciplinary aura melted away, replaced entirely by an overwhelming wave of maternal panic.
As she hurriedly closed the distance between us, I did not waste a single second. I mentally opened the system interface.
[ System Shop Accessed ]
[ Item Selected: Skill Book: The God Hand (Active) ]
[ Cost: 500 Taboo Points ]
[ Description: The Host's fingers are blessed with supreme anatomical knowledge. Massaging a target will instantly cure all physical fatigue, relieve all stress, and forcefully trigger a state of absolute, mind-melting bliss. Warning: Highly addictive to the recipient. ]
[ Confirm Purchase? Yes / No ]
'Yes'
[ Purchase Successful. Skill Acquired: The God Hand ]
[ Current Balance: 600 TP -> 100 TP ]
A sudden, phantom warmth flooded into my hands.
My fingertips tingled violently as a massive influx of supreme anatomical knowledge directly engraved itself into my brain. I suddenly knew every single pressure point, nerve cluster, and muscle fiber in the human body.
Morgana dropped to her knees right beside me. The sharp scent of winter chill and expensive perfume washed over me.
Her perfectly unblemished face was completely stripped of its usual stoic mask. Her ice-blue eyes were wide with genuine distress.
"You foolish boy," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.
She reached into a small dimensional pouch on her midnight-blue combat belt and pulled out a vial filled with a glowing crimson liquid. It was a high-grade healing potion.
"Hold still, Kael," she instructed softly, her hands surprisingly gentle as she uncorked the vial. She leaned over my battered body, carefully pouring the cool, magical liquid directly onto the dark bruises forming across my chest and ribs.
The potion worked instantly, soothing the burning agony in my muscles. I let out a soft groan of relief, slowly sitting up as the last of the frostbite vanished from my skin
"Thank you, Mother," I whispered softly. I looked closely at her face.
The terrifying matriarch of House Valerius carried the immense stress of managing the estate, disciplining its soldiers, and hiding the dark betrayal of her own biological son.
Her body was a tightly coiled spring of pure, agonizing tension.
"Looking at you Mother," I murmured, "I think you need healing just as much as I do."
Morgana blinked, her maternal concern mixing with confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Your shoulders are rigid, and your mana flow is completely bottlenecked from stress," I pointed out calmly.
"You push yourself too hard for this family. Let me repay you for the potion. I know a massage technique that can completely wipe away your fatigue."
Morgana hesitated. On a normal day, she would have scoffed at the idea. But her strict mindset was already fractured by her deep guilt and sudden protectiveness.
She looked at my earnest, seemingly innocent expression and let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Very well, Kael," she conceded, the fight completely draining out of her. "My private quarters are nearby."
I followed her out of the granite dome and down a secluded, heavily guarded corridor in the North Wing.
Her bedroom was a massive, opulent suite decorated in shades of silver and deep blue, matching her icy aesthetic.
"Wait here," Morgana said, moving to sit on the edge of her massive king-sized bed.
"Actually, Mother," I interrupted smoothly.
"That combat suit restricts blood flow and physical manipulation. For this to work properly, I need to reach your muscle tissue without interference. I suggest you change into something light. A nightgown would be perfect."
Her ice-blue eyes flared with a brief moment of aristocratic shock, but my tone was perfectly clinical. The system's hidden trait, Submissive to Confidence, worked in tandem with her fractured state.
"Turn around," she commanded quietly.
I obliged. A few moments later, the rustle of heavy combat fabric was replaced by the soft whisper of silk.
"I am ready."
I turned back around. The sight was breathtaking. The terrifying 7th Circle Mage was dressed in a sheer, silver silk nightgown that clung perfectly to her athletic, unblemished curves.
The thin material offered zero resistance, leaving her completely exposed to my waiting hands.
She climbed onto the bed and laid face down on the plush mattress, burying her flushed face slightly into the pillows.
"Just relax, Mother," I whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling her thighs.
[ System Skill Activated: The God Hand ]
I placed both of my palms directly onto her bare, tense shoulder blades.
"Ah!"
Morgana gasped sharply into the pillow the exact second my fingers pressed down. The supreme anatomical knowledge guided my hands flawlessly. My thumbs dug precisely into the major nerve clusters buried deep beneath her trapezius muscles, applying a rhythmic, calculated pressure.
Every squeeze and every subtle rotation of my palms targeted the exact pressure points required to release decades of built-up physical and mental stress. The physical fatigue of her heavy magical burdens was aggressively flushed out.
"M-Mother?" I asked innocently, sliding my hands down her spine and working the impossibly tense muscles.
"Nngh... Kael..." she breathed out.
She did not completely melt. She was a 7th Circle warrior, and her pride was monstrous. But the relief was undeniable.
Her flawless body sank heavier into the mattress, her rigid posture finally slackening. She let out a long, ragged exhale, her eyes fluttering shut as the deep, aching tension in her back was systematically dismantled.
[ System Notification: Target's Guard Lowering ]
[ Target: First Mother Morgana ]
[ Arousal Level: 15 / 100 -> 25 / 100 (Deep Physical Relief, Guard Lowering) ]
[ Status: Target is experiencing extreme physical relief. Hidden Trait 'Submissive to Confidence' is beginning to awaken. ]
[ Dominance Established: +150 TP ]
[ Current Balance: 250 TP ]
"You carry too much weight," I whispered smoothly, leaning down so my lips brushed against her ear. "Let me take it all away."
Morgana simply nodded against the pillow, her breathing turning slow and heavy as she surrendered strictly to the physical relief.
I slowly slid off her hips, moving down to the very edge of the plush king-sized bed.
Morgana immediately tensed at the loss of contact. Her iron-clad discipline frantically tried to reassert itself.
She turned her head, her ice-blue eyes pinning me with a stern, warning look. Yielding completely after just a few minutes of relief was an insult to her decades of brutal conditioning.
"Watch your grip, Kael," she warned, her voice laced with its usual, commanding authority. "Do not overstep."
"Patience, Mother," I murmured smoothly. "We have only just begun."
I reached out and firmly wrapped my hands around her bare left foot.
For a woman who spent her entire life marching in heavy military boots, the accumulated tension in her lower extremities was immense. She was a coiled spring of pure, agonizing stress.
[ System Skill: The God Hand - Lower Extremity Targeting Active ]
I pressed my thumbs deeply into the sensitive arch of her foot. I dragged my thumbs upward, applying a crushing, rhythmic pressure over her soles.
Morgana stiffened. Her toes curled instinctively, digging into my palms.
She clamped her jaw shut. I could see the muscles in her neck straining as she fought to suppress her reaction.
The sheer, concentrated bliss shooting up her leg was violently clashing with her stoic pride.
She refused to give in easily, but the absolute authority of the God Hand bypassed magical barriers entirely. It attacked her biology directly.
I mirrored the treatment on her right foot, systematically dismantling her resistance.
Once her feet were forcibly relaxed, my hands slid upward, gliding over her smooth, athletic calves.
The contrast was incredible. Beneath the soft, unblemished skin of a noblewoman lay the dense, hardened muscles of a terrifying warrior.
But under my fingers, those intimidating muscles had no choice but to yield. I dug deep into her calves, rotating and kneading the flesh.
"Nngh..."
A sharp, entirely involuntary sound slipped past her lips. Her fists clenched violently, crushing the expensive white silk sheets.
She was trying so hard to remain the untouchable disciplinary matriarch, but her body was actively betraying her.
I pushed the hem of her sheer silver nightgown up. The thin silk bunched around her hips, exposing the backs of her powerful, muscular thighs completely to the cool air of the room.
I leaned forward. I placed both of my palms flat against the thick, fleshy curves of her thighs and pressed my weight down.
My thumbs dug directly into the major sciatic nerve clusters hidden deep within her hamstring muscles.
Squish. Knead. Press.
"Ah... wait..."
Morgana's iron will violently fractured. Her powerful back arched off the mattress, a sweet, breathy gasp of forced ecstasy tearing from her throat before she could bite it back.
She desperately tried to maintain her icy facade, but her hips gave a weak, involuntary buck backward into my hands.
Her subconscious biology was desperately chasing the agonizingly perfect relief.
Hearing that highly dignified, terrifying woman let out such a conflicted, needy sound did something immediate to my body.
The intoxicating scent of her winter perfume, combined with the sight of her bare, flushed thighs quivering under my forced dominance, sent a massive rush of blood straight south.
My thick dick hardened instantly. It swelled to its full, heavy size, pressing painfully against the thick leather of my combat trousers.
[ System Notification: Target's Physiological Defenses Breached ]
[ Target: First Mother Morgana ]
[ Arousal Level: 25 / 100 -> 40 / 100 (Forced Muscular Euphoria, Severe Pride Conflict) ]
[ Hidden Trait 'Physical Dependency' is forcefully battling Target's willpower. ]
[ Taboo Escalation: +100 TP ]
[ Current Balance: 350 TP ]
I stared down at her quivering form, feeling the heavy, rhythmic throb of my own arousal. Her chest heaved heavily against the mattress as she furiously struggled to rebuild her mental walls.
I slowly dragged my thumbs higher up her inner thighs, inching dangerously close to the center of her heat.
"Mother," I murmured, pitching my voice to sound entirely innocent and focused purely on the healing process.
"The muscles up here seem incredibly tense as well. Just relax a little more so I can loosen them."
As I spoke, my hands gently but firmly kneaded into the thick, soft flesh of her upper thigh, completely ignoring the desperate, conflicted shudder that wracked her powerful frame.
AN: /Ark_C69