Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 14: Innocently Sleeping With His Mother Lyra

What followed Uncle Varenʼs letter was a whirlwind of activity, including studying, commitment, and what seemed like mischief.

During the time that Alaric was studying for the admission test to Verdant Dawn Academy, he immersed himself in the thick books of magic that were stacked in his fatherʼs library.

Even though there was no time to squander, he made sure to find plenty of opportunities to take pleasure in the work that he had done in the past.

Although his uncle had expressed aspirations, Alaric had his own expectations, which encompassed more than just spellwork and theoretical diagrams.

In the mornings, he would spend his time poring over old volumes that were covered in dust, gaining an understanding of the complexity of magical theory and its practical applications.

However, as soon as the sun started to set, he would shift his attention.

Whenever he found himself in Karaʼs room, or more precisely, on Kara, he would take pleasure in the gentle curves of her sensual figure, the swaying of her hips, and the sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips.

The immense size of her breasts was nothing short of irresistible. The mere fact that she was in his arms made it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

Kara, who embodied the ideal combination of purity and allure, appeared oblivious to his physical obsessiveness for her.

On the other hand, if she did, she didnʼt mind, which was a comfort. Every time they got together, it was as if the entire world vanished, leaving only the two of them remaining.

The sound of her moans was like a soothing melody, a tempo that fueled his need and propelled him further into the chase.

And it wasnʼt just Kara.

Because of this, the marketplace had turned into another hunting field for him, and it was there that he resumed his delicate play with Lila.

Lilaʼs interest in him became deeper, and his flirtations became more daring. However, he maintained a strong separation from Elara, his other quest.

It looked as though he was playing a game with each woman, moving pieces around on a board while ensuring that they did not overlap with one another. He did not require difficulties at this time.

When compared to Elara, who was fiery and difficult to deal with, Lila was charming and easily fooled.

Elara had a wit that was as keen as a sword, and despite the fact that it had required more work, he was gradually breaking through her barriers and beguiling her with witty remarks and a grin that discouraged her from being defensive.

It was the excitement of the chase that made it all the more thrilling for him to be with Elara, but he found her to be almost as addictive as Kara.

[Experience from Elara: +10]

[Experience from Lila: +15]

The system messages popped up in his vision regularly, small rewards for his growing influence over the women around him.

The moment he laid eyes on them, his grin became wider. With each new number, he moved closer to achieving his ultimate objective, which was to achieve control, power, and fulfillment.

The passage of time had also resulted in an increase in his level of expertise in the control of magic.

He had begun his training with smaller flames, producing sparks that danced between his fingertips, and then he proceeded to transform them into fully formed fireballs.

Over the course of each day, he exerted more effort on himself, therefore compelling the magic to conform to his will and establishing his authority over the raw energy.

The more he worked on his skills, the more he became aware of the vast potential that lay inside him if he could simply concentrate his thoughts and discipline himself.

Through his study of elemental spells, he was able to conjure up small tornadoes that whirled about in the palm of his hand. Additionally, he was able to conjure up walls of water that floated in the air, held up solely by his incredible magical efforts.

But it was more than just casting spells; it was about controlling them, making the magic bend to his will without losing concentration on what he was doing.

Unfortunately, the system did not credit his development, which was a disappointment.

His advancement was consistent, and despite the fact that his magical affinity may not have been something to write home about, he was making progress at a rate that delighted him.

He was aware that he was improving and becoming stronger. In a short time, he would be prepared to take the admission exam for the Academy.

But before that, there was something more pressing that had been growing in the back of his mind. A wicked, clever scheme that, once thought of, refused to leave him.

It was during one of his study sessions when the notion occurred to him; it was a wicked little thought that shot a shiver through his body.

His mother, Lyra. She had always been affectionate, a loving mother with a warmth that no one else in his life ever gave him.

Despite the fact that Alaric had always loved his mother, there was something more that he felt for her now.

Her physique was... impossible to resist. The way in which her garments clung to her contours, the way in which her enormous breasts pushed against the fabric, and the way in which her hips swayed as she moved were all things that were difficult to ignore.

Over the course of his life, his feelings of attachment had evolved into something more profound and more sinister. In addition, he recognized an opportunity at this moment, when there was just one week remaining till his assessment.

It was quite clear to him how to approach her.

In the evening, after supper, he made his way to the drawing room, where his mother was sitting, sipping tea and reading one of her novels.

He approached her and talked to her.

After being illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, her beauty was even more remarkable.

After taking a moment to compose himself, he made his way over to her and sat down next to her, speaking in a gentle and naive manner.

”Mom,” he began, ”thereʼs something Iʼve been thinking about...”

As Lyra looked up from her book, her eyes met his, and she felt a pleasant sensation. ”What is it, sweetheart?” she said, giving off an air of tenderness in her tone of voice.

He said, ”Iʼm... a bit nervous about the academy,” using a tone that was clearly calibrated to look weak about the situation. ”Itʼs simply that... Iʼve never been away from home for such a lengthy period of time, and Iʼm going to miss everything about you.”

Without any effort, the words came out of his mouth, and they were just what he needed to say. The expression on Lyraʼs face changed, and she put her book down in order to give him her whole attention.

She pulled him into a hug and whispered, ”Oh, sweetheart,” as she grabbed him. ”Just like you, Iʼm going to miss you. The thought of you being absent for such a lengthy period of time is rather uncomfortable.”

As she put her arms around him, Alaric couldnʼt help but relish the sensation of her body crushing against his during the whole encounter.

Her breasts, which were enormous and gentle, were pressed up against his chest, and the warmth of her embrace awakened something deep within him.

In order to give the impression that he was overcome with emotion, he buried his face in her shoulder. However, in truth, he was relishing every moment of the touch.

After a little period of time, he pulled back while maintaining an innocent and wide-eyed expression. ”I just... I want to spend more time with you before I go. Do you think... maybe I could sleep with you this week? Just... like when I was younger.”

Clearly caught aback by the suggestion, Lyra quickly blinked her eyes. ”Oh!” She was hesitant for a little period of time, but then her face changed into a gentle grin that brought on an almost happy look.

”Yes, of course, my sweetheart. That is something I would love. Given that your father is absent, you are going to fill in for him, arenʼt you?” With a sly smirk, she stated, demonstrating that she was obviously unaware of the more profound significance of her remarks.

Alaric grinned inwardly, his mind racing with dark thoughts. ʼTake his place? Oh, Mother, you have no idea.ʼ He wanted to say it aloud, but he restrained himself, simply nodding instead. ”Yeah,” he replied, keeping his voice casual. ”Iʼll take his place.”

That night, Alaric was lying next to his mother in the spacious and comfortable bed that she had.

There was a gentle glow emanating from the room as a result of the moonlight seeing its way through the curtains, and the aroma of roses continued to linger in the air from the garden that was located outside.

In contrast to Alaric, who was wide awake and his head was full with evil ideas, Lyra had gone asleep quite fast, her breathing being calm and steady.

He shifted closer to her, under the pretense of cuddling. When he wrapped his arm around her waist, he was able to sense the gentleness of her body against his.

He let his hand rest just above her hips, brushing against the curve of her waist, enjoying the feel of her warm skin beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

It was impossible for him to resist the need to explore farther and touch her in ways that he was aware were unethical.

He let his hand to travel upward in a slow and deliberate manner, and it came close to brushing against the side of her breast. It was the forbidden sensation that sent a wave of heat through his body, and it caused his pulse to accelerate as he felt the smooth weight of it.

While Lyra was sleeping, she made a little movement, but she did not wake up. Alaric saw this as a sign that she should proceed.

As his hand rose higher, he softly cupped her breast and felt the fullness of her breast to his fingertips. The sensation of a surge of delight flooded over him as he gave it a tiny squeeze, his fingers barely brushing across the fabric of her nightgown.

As he glanced at his mother, who was asleep, he thought to himself, ʼThis is just the beginning.ʼ His eyes were dark and filled with a hunger that was beyond comprehension.

Alaric was completely self-aware, paying attention to every touch and caress, while Lyra had no clue what her beloved son was doing.

Even closer, he pressed his body into hers, pushing his chest on her back as he moved against her. Before reaching back up to her breasts, his hand moved farther down, brushing the curve of her broad, curvaceous hips. He lingered there for a time before sliding back up to her breasts.

It was the same every night for the remainder of the week, and it never changed.

Before enjoying in the forbidden pleasure of touching her, he would lie down next to her and wait for her to fall asleep before he allowed himself to touch her. His ideas became more vile and more perverted with each passing night, and his yearning for her got greater with each passing night.

[Experience with Lyra: +3000]

This was the amount of experience that Alaric received each night he slept with his mother Lyra. The amount of experience she gave was much greater compared to someone like Kara.

In more ways than one, Alaric realized at the end of the week that he had succeeded his father in the role that he had previously held.

Despite the fact that she was unaware of the realities of his behavior, his mother continued to lavish her affection on him as if nothing had changed.

But Alaric was aware of the reality. A boundary had been passed, and he had no intention of taking a step back at this point.