On the second story itself, Vincent reached the room at the end of the hallway. He sneaked inside and found a figure sleeping soundly, wearing a delicately woven nightgown.
Vincent went to the bedside and lightly tapped on the lady's arm.
"Mother…" Vincent called out.
There was no response.
Rolling his eyes, Vincent suddenly felt the situation from before repeat.
He was prepared this time around and directly jumped in bed, getting under the sheets and hugging Vivienne from behind.
A faint floral scent filled his nose, making him feel calm and at ease.
"Mom…" Vincent called out.
Vivienne didn't answer.
"Mom." Vincent called out again.
Vivienne still did not answer.
"Mom!" Vincent called out sharply and gave her nipples a tug.
"Nngh…" Vivienne half-opened her eyes and felt weird on her chest.
In the moments of grogginess, she felt a pressure on her back and immediately felt alarmed.
Vivienne tried to turn but it was to no avail. She was held in place.
Vivienne's eyes snapped open and using a bit more force, she finally turned and faced the monster hiding behind.
The monster looked like a young teen and had black hair.
He had an expression of surprise and amusement on his face.
'Eh?' Vivienne rubbed her eyes to see more clearly.
"Vinny?"
"What? Why are you so shocked to see your own son?" Vincent raised an eyebrow and asked.
The young monster in her bed was her son! How shocking!
Vivienne knitted her brows and pulled Vincent's cheek. It felt human and less like a ghost's.
"What are you doing here?" Vivienne asked after confirming that it was indeed her own son and not a ghost.
Honestly, she wasn't to be blamed for thinking of him as a ghost. She had been dealing with ghosts ever since she was a child and most of those things liked to appear when she was sleeping and in her most vulnerable state.
It took many years of practice and mastery for her to have enough power to cast barriers around her to avoid them getting closer. Not just that, Vivienne also had many ghosts guarding her room at night so other ghosts or intruders did not come closer.
Due to this double layer of protection, she began sleeping soundly and had her eight hours of beauty sleep, helping her retain her extremely youthful appearance even at the age of 28.
If it wasn't for this, she wouldn't be so vulnerable.
Vincent wrinkled his nose and asked, "How deeply were you sleeping to not notice me? I called you so many times."
Vivienne pinched his cheek and pulled it hard. "You're getting quite unruly by the day, aren't you."
"Owff… iff hurffsss…" Vincent protested.
Vivienne eased her hold and placed her palm on his cheek, casting magic.
Vincent felt a cool sensation and the pain immediately eased.
"Why did you sneak into mommy's bed at this hour?" Vivienne repeated her question.
Vincent sighed and said, "I need a reason to spend time with my own mom? Sigh… how cruel the world has become…"
Vivienne rolled her eyes at the blatant sarcasm. "Get to the point, Vinny. What do you want?"
"Why do you think I want something?" Vincent spread out his hands. "I really just wanted to spend time with you."
Vivienne's eyebrow twitched. "Fine then," she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and stuffed his face in her embrace. "Spend time with mommy by sleeping together."
Stuffed between two soft pillows, Vincent suddenly found himself in heaven. Though, heaven was a cloth away. If it wasn't for this gown then…
'Should I be more audacious?' Vincent had a thought. It only lasted a split second before his hormones acted up.
He eyed a pointy thing poking from within the gown and grabbed it by his mouth, giving it a hard suck.
Vivienne shivered as she felt a bolt of electricity run down her spine.
"V-v-Vinny? What are you doing?"
Vincent glanced up at her and let go of the nipple, which now was moist and wet from his saliva.
Due to being in close proximity, the two could see each other clearly under the moonlight.
"Spending time with you? What, don't tell me I can't even do that now." Vincent rolled his eyes and grabbed her tender tits, kneading them as if they were his personal plaything.
"Nooo… you can't do this…" Vivienne answered and shook her head. She didn't push him away though.
Continuing to stare into her eyes, Vincent sucked on the pink cherry again and left it with a pop sound.
Pinching the lewd thing with his thumb and index fingers, he made her close her eyes and shiver again.
"Why? Why can't I do this?" Vincent questioned.
"Nghh, you can't because… because…"
[Ding!]
[Corruption +1]
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[Corruption +1]
Vincent gained a total of seven corruption points. He still could not figure out why, but he had a general idea of it.
After a few seconds of thinking hard, Vivienne said, "W-well… It's because babies suck on them. It's meant for babies."
Vincent rolled his eyes again and let go. Continuing to knead them, he asked, "Then, do you have a baby?"
"No, but still…" Vivienne had a hard time rejecting and couldn't think of any argument.
Vincent then stopped everything and expressed a sad frown, doing his best puppy-like eyes.
"By asking me to stop, aren't you basically saying that… that… I'm not your baby, your child, right?"
"Vinny, no!" Vivienne shook her head rigorously and wrapped Vincent tightly in her embrace.
"Don't say such a thing. Mommy never said you weren't her child!"
Vivienne was panicking while Vincent on the other hand had a faint smile on his face.
"Fine. Fine." He got out of the hug and didn't give her a hard time anymore. "Anyway, I have something important to talk about right now. It can't wait until morning."