In mere moments, my cock was already hardening.
Perhaps it was due to the erratic movements of my cursed energy, but my arousal was increasing at an alarming rate.
The only thought that kept me from pouncing on my mother was the recognition of her strength.
I knew if I made that decision, I might just lose my life the next moment.
My mother seemed oblivious to my struggles, and instead proceeded to remove the knot I'd tied.
Although it might seem as though I hadn't achieved much, in truth I had achieved so much, including deepening my relationship with my mother.
Feeling the chaos in my neck dissolve after some moments, she finally removed her slender finger from her neck and distanced herself from me.
The familiar cold expression I was always used to surfaced on her face.
Her eyes flicked down, slightly toward my crotch area, and for a moment I thought I saw a glint flash through them.
I couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing, but seeing that she wasn't saying anything, I let out a relieved sigh internally.
"Thank you, mother."
A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Elizabeth's lips as she looked away into the distance, not paying much attention to me.
She didn't know why I was suddenly acting the way I did.
It was opening old memories she had long since frozen, but she couldn't particularly do anything about it.
Letting out a faint exhale, she watched as Aristarkh departed briskly, and a flicker flashed through her eyes.
He thought she hadn't noticed, but she did…
How couldn't she notice the hardening of his shaft when it was bulging underneath his pants?
She recalled how close they'd been when she was 'curing' him, and a wave of curiosity settled within her.
'Did he become hard just because of me?'
The thought settled in her mind, but she quickly shook it off.
It was impossible for anyone to find an old hag like her attractive.
'But he also said I was beautiful…'
Elizabeth tried to contradict her own thoughts when her eyes suddenly narrowed, realizing the line of thought she was heading down.
"What's wrong with me?" This was a situation she had never encountered in her life, and she didn't know how to deal with it completely.
'It all started with him… should I see him again?'
Elizabeth's eyes flickered with intense contemplation.
…
On the other hand, I left mother's chambers with some disappointment in my heart.
Still, I wasn't completely displeased.
There just wasn't enough opportunity for me to seduce her.
And the threat of death the moment I made any improper moves on her made me hesitate a lot.
'Fuck, it's really too difficult'
I have never encountered so much difficulty with having a woman…
'But doesn't that make the chase worth it and all the more fun?' I muttered internally and ran my hand through my hair, a smirk appearing at the corner of my lips.
As I walked back to my chambers, I pulled open my system screen.
[Master: Aristarkh Targaryan.]
[Title: Heir of Lust, Harbinger of Curse and Destruction, ???, ???, ???]
[Physique: Cursed Nebula (Grade: ???)]
[Cursed Rank: Stage One, Rank 3 Cursed Warrior.]
[Cursed Techniques: Dragon Flame Cursed Art.]
[Current Slots: 0]
[Current Ero points: 60/500]
[Current Partner: Lydia Stormborn.]
[Partner's Affection: 45%]
I was just casually giving it a glance when I froze.
What startled me was the fact that my ero points had increased by 10….
'But I didn't do anything…' my thought was caught short when I recalled my interaction with my mother.
Slowly, my thoughts drifted back to the times I'd had sex with Lydia and how my ero points would increase so abruptly, leaving me stunned.
A small laugh escaped my lips.
'How could I have been so blind?' I muttered, a light of realization dawning on me.
'So that's what ero points are? This makes things very easy…'
Now I knew what I had to do.
From my analysis, ero points could basically be generated whenever I engaged in intimate acts.
Kissing, slight caresses, minor seduction, sex… all of them were sources of ero points.
'Now that I know the method of generating ero points, creating the next slot from here would be completely easy.' The thought made a smile form on my face.
Pushing the thought aside, I shifted my attention to the 'partner's affection' section, and I was briefly taken aback.
'It increased?'
My mind was filled with questions as I read through this… still, my smile widened once more.
This meant a 4x increase to every reward I obtained from Lydia…
It was simply incredible!
'Should I fuck her? I should reward her…' I thought with a smile and changed my direction midstep, leaving the direction of my room and instead heading in the direction of the servant quarters.
The walk toward the servant quarters was quite slow as I tried to navigate my way around.
Every step I took felt like a friction burn against my hardening shaft, the fabric of my trousers acting like a catalyst for the arousal my mother had left me with.
The air in the lower corridors was thick and heavy, smelling of lye, cheap tallow, and the repressed heat of dozens of bodies packed into small stone rooms.
It was a stark contrast to the sterile, cold elegance of the upper spires.
After asking a few servants I met on my way, I finally reached Lydia's door. I didn't knock; I simply pushed the door open.
Lydia was standing by her small washbasin, adjusting her apron, her 37-year-old frame possessing a ripeness that the younger maids lacked.
Her back was positioned toward me, the outline of her curves and her plump ass barely covered by the maid's dress revealed to me.
Her hair was down, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. When the door creaked, she spun around with a startled expression.
Suddenly, her pupils shrank with surprise as she noticed me standing at the doorframe with a warm, inviting smile.
"Master Aristarkh... It's so late… why are you here…?" she whispered, though she made no move to cover herself. Her bodice was partially unlaced, revealing the deep, inviting valley between her heavy breasts.
"Lock the door," I commanded as I strode into the room.