The Conquerors Path

Chapter 928: Chapter 926-Some Truth’s Hidden.

"And you just stood there simply watching me?"

My mother spoke with a little pout on her face, she brought out the little child in her whenever she was with me, as I, with a smile, replied.

"What can I say? I was so mesmerised by the beauty doing it that I just lost myself in watching."

My words earned a small light blush on my mother’s cheeks as she replied with a light punch to my shoulder.

"That smooth tongue is the reason for most of your trouble."

Hearing her words, I smiled, though not long after, my expression turned serious, after which I spoke.

"Thank you."

My words made my mother’s smile fade a little as she replied.

"What for?"

Her eyes had a strong level of judgment in them as I spoke.

"For not telling them the whole truth, if they also knew about Celestinia, it would have broken them completely."

My words made my mother’s expressions shift a little; several emotions definitely passed through her. As you know, I had told Grace about everything, about even the mentions of Celestinia and perhaps the fact that she likes me too, though more of the fact here being that what I told is all from my ’perspective,’ like the perspective of being betrayed and all.

Anyway, Mira had passed on all that information to my mother, and before I left, I had asked of Mira to tell my mother to keep the whole Celestinia affair between just them, cause if they also knew the fact that even Celestinia was after me, my sisters would have definitely lost a lot of their will to do anything against it.

’But this is also an opportunity for the adults to use too.’

I guarded myself at that thought, for you see, according to them all, here Celestinia might have had feelings for me, and in a sense that might be also lost, after all, she did willingly throw me away to death. Sure, the whole mental situation was in there, but it still doesn’t change that fact, and she should know for a fact that I won’t like her now at all.

Then she would feel guilt for me, and now perhaps that guilt can be leveraged to fight against Scarlet, who is getting close to me. Of course, these are my thoughts, and yes, Mira and my mother have them too. My main plan is to lead them through the correct paths to achieve the final goal I want, the goal where they will be playing the perfect roles.

"It is my duty to protect you, I swore to myself after what happened to your father that I will never let any of you ever get hurt again, and I failed in my promise."

My mother spoke, her words filled with pain as she raised her right hand and placed it at her cheeks, her fingers caressing my cheek as she looked into my eyes, my hand going over my mother’s, holding it close to me as I responded.

"Don’t say that, you have protected us the best you can, and I can never even ask for anyone other than you. I want you in my life as my mother; you are perfect, my perfect mother. Whatever happened was the fate of the world trying to crush me, and I won’t let it."

My words filled with my will to get things done my way, the emotions nigh high as I continued.

"You didn’t fail anyone, mom, you have only gone beyond everyone’s expectations, my fate came to me and through all the bad, it’s my family that helped me fight through all my pains, without you all, I would never be here."

"Oh, honey~"

My mother spoke with pain in her eyes, her eyes sparking with will as she spoke.

"I know, darling. I know how much you love us, and when I get to know about all these ones that hurt you, I just want to rip them apart!"

As my mother said the last of her words, the whole atmosphere around trembled, everything freezing and twisting as her killing intent took around, and I have to say, she looked hot with all that anger around her, thus holding her hand still tightly to my cheek, I spoke with a smile.

"Calm down, Mom, it won’t matter much. I survived, and I will survive even more, till there will be none that shall be able to challenge our family and as for the ones that hurt me? They will have their punishment find them."

As I said this, my voice low and steady, I felt the heat radiating off her body, that post-exercise glow making her skin glisten with a thin sheen of sweat. Her dress clung to her curves, damp and translucent in spots, outlining the swell of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples straining against the fabric. Her pants were plastered to her thighs, the material sticky from her workout, and the air between us carried that raw, musky scent—salty sweat mixed with her natural feminine aroma, intoxicating and primal. It stirred something deep in me, a forbidden hunger that had been simmering ever since I’d watched her move, her body flexing and bending in ways that screamed temptation.

I didn’t let go of her hand on my cheek. Instead, I slid my other arm around her waist, pulling her closer slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, until our bodies pressed together. She was warm, slick with perspiration, her curves moulding against me like she was made for this—made for me. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and that unspoken desire we’d both been dancing around. "Austin..." she whispered, her voice trembling, but there was no resistance, only a spark of need in her gaze.

I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers, feeling the humid exhale from her parted mouth brush against my skin. The taboo of it all—the fact that she was my mother, the woman who’d raised me, protected me—only fueled the fire, making my cock twitch and harden against her thigh through my pants. She felt it, I knew she did, because a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, her body arching subtly into mine, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to my shirt.

Then I closed the distance, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started slow, emotional, pouring all my love and gratitude into it. My lips moved gently at first, savouring the salty taste of her sweat on her upper lip, the way her tongue tentatively met mine, like we were confessing secrets we’d held for too long. But the lust built fast, turning it filthy and desperate.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth, tangling with hers in a wet, sloppy dance that made obscene sounds echo in the quiet room. She tasted like exertion and desire, her saliva mixing with mine as I sucked on her lower lip, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.

Her hands roamed up my back, nails digging in through my shirt, pulling me tighter as if she couldn’t get close enough. Our bodies ground together, her damp breasts pressing into my chest, the friction making her nipples pebble even harder. I could feel the heat between her legs, that sticky warmth seeping through her pants as she rubbed against my throbbing erection, the taboo thrill making it all dirtier. "Mom," I groaned into her mouth, my voice husky with need, "you’re so fucking hot like this... all sweaty and mine."

She whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively, smearing her perspiration and arousal against me. The kiss turned messier, our faces slick with shared saliva and sweat, strands of it connecting our lips when we pulled back for air, only to crash together again. I licked along her jaw, tasting the salt on her neck, nipping at the pulse point where her heart raced for me—for her son. It was wrong, so goddamn wrong, but that only made it hotter, more loving in its twisted way, like we were sealing a pact no one else could understand.

Her fingers threaded into my hair, tugging as she kissed me back with equal fervour, her tongue exploring my mouth like she was starving for this connection. The training place filled with the wet smacks of our lips, the heavy pants between us, and the subtle squelch of our bodies sticking and unsticking in the heat.

Soon, I pulled away from the kiss, looking deep into my mother’s eyes. Her mind had been lost to the kiss that he forgot that she was in the open. Thankfully, I used my powers to stop anyone from seeing what I had done, a small smirk on my lips, tasting the saliva as I spoke.

"How about you first practise with me? A small spar before you freshen up?"

I felt my mother’s eyes lit up, now different from lust at my words.