Vincent's swift response slightly annoyed Vivienne.
"Vinny, be a good child and don't cause trouble." Vivienne tried to reason.
Vincent shook his head and continued, "You have to listen to what I have to say now. I said everything there was, now we'll plan on how to deal with it."
Vivienne couldn't refute this. They had been arguing over this matter for so long, she wanted to get it over with faster so she could take action.
"Speak what's on your mind and I'll think about it." Vivienne replied.
Vincent shook his head and grabbed her motherly breasts, sucking on one of her nipples.
"You tell me what you plan to do and I'll listen or add on."
Vivienne found Vincent's new personality very troublesome. "Let's sit down and chat properly. After such a headache, I need a glass of wine."
If they had a chat like civilized people, Vincent would not be able to stay in heaven any longer. He liked the feeling of his cock rubbing against her bare lips.
However, all good things must come to an end. If he protested he was bound to get a beating and didn't push it.
Vincent nodded and got off, surprising Vivienne. She thought he would throw a tantrum again but was taken aback by the sudden obedience.
Pinching his cheek, she smiled. "My sweet boy~"
To be treated like this, Vincent sure didn't hate it.
He extended his hand to help his mother get down.
Vivienne was pleasantly surprised by the gesture and took his hand.
As she stood up, Vincent could see her seductive figure in its complete essence under the moonlight. An hourglass-like shape would be an understatement as she seemed like god's most perfect creation sculpted delicately with time and care.
Her wide hips looked ready to bear multiple children. Her waist was slim enough for Vincent to wrap his arms around and be able to touch her forbidden valley as he wished. And her breasts…
Vincent wasn't able to hold even one with both his hands. They were a perfect size between medium and large, as if any smaller and it wouldn't be fun and any larger it would give her severe backache.
Those badaonkers, if they had milk, could feed a small family.
Vincent's impure thoughts made blood rush to unwanted places.
The two reached the round table and he pulled the chair, helping her sit.
Vivienne stared at Vincent. This boy of hers was following all the right etiquettes she taught him. Should she be proud or was he doing this because he wanted something from her?
Well, for now, she decided to sit back and watch.
Vincent lit the lamps in the room, illuminating it brightly. He then poured the Baroness a glass of wine and handing it to her, sat at the edge of the round table, directly in front of her.
Vivienne didn't comment on this behavior as she got distracted by something in front of her. Her eyes focused on the place in between Vincent's legs.
Vincent noticed her stare and spread his legs to let her have a better look.
Time was of essence and they had to discuss their plans fast, but if the moment was made, one shouldn't try to ruin it.
Just as Vivienne had a look at the above average sized erect rod, Vincent was seizing her up as well.
In the bright light, he could finally see what his mind had imagined of her.
Her nipples were a healthy shade of pink and her areolas were a shade darker. They had some glaring wetness and it was all due to him.
Looking down, he couldn't see much as she had crossed her legs. A pity.
Turning back to her, Vincent could see astonishment on her face, as if she had something odd and new.
Vivienne took a sip of wine and watched her son's manhood twitch in front of her.
She looked up at him and grabbed it like a handle, giving it a little shake. "It wasn't this big when we took a bath last week. What happened?"
The way she held it was nothing sexual. It was as if she was grabbing his arm to do a check.
'We bathed together last week? What?' Vincent was quick to catch on.
"Last week? We took a bath together?" Vincent asked.
"Right. I forgot that you lost your memories…" Vivienne sighed and took another sip.
"Water is scarce as our kingdom is landlocked. There's the Morcian Theocracy in the North, the Wailing Peaks in the South, the Ophelia Kingdom in the West, and the Great Frostlands to the east."
"This has led to us relying on wells for water as there isn't even a river tributary or lakes. The only ones who can truly enjoy abundance of water are the dukes and royals. I heard they can take baths twice a day."
Who didn't like to keep themselves clean? The ladies especially would bath twice a day given an opportunity so as to maintain hygiene and keep themselves presentable.
"The water situation is so bad that if I wasn't the Baroness, our house wouldn't have the opportunity to soak even once a week in the communal baths. The commoners can only do it once a month and have to pay a fee for it."
That sounded quite bad indeed.
A modern man like Vincent couldn't imagine not showering everyday.
'The system's gacha did give me the right tools to solve these problems. Though, I'm more worried about the fact that there's frost in the east and it's still causing water scarcity here. I'll need to go out and check the geography to have a better understanding.'
A little over twelve hours had passed since Vincent arrived in this world. If it wasn't for the system quests, he would've gone out and explored.
In any case, he would be spending his life here. It wasn't a problem to spend a day or two in the castle.
"So our house takes a bath together every week? Like you, me, Venny, and that man James under one bath?" Vincent knitted his brows as he said so.
Vivienne shook her head. "It's only us and Venny. James blends with the commoners everyday to take a bath. Now that you've said he's a Priest, it makes more sense as to why he had such a strange behavior. The Church of Sun preaches purity but it's ironic how water isn't available to most people here to even bathe."
Vincent heaved a sigh of relief. It would've been so awkward if that man was with his family. Although he couldn't change the past, he would've changed the present and future immediately if were to learn of it.
With the bath scene, Vincent was excited. His shaft twitched again in front of Vivienne and distracted her.
Vivienne held it again and asked, "It's moving so much. Does this perhaps mean that you're ready for mating and in your fertile window?"
"What?" Vincent was dumbfounded by the sudden comment.
He couldn't see an ounce of lust in his mother's eyes, just genuine surprise and confusion as if she was ignorant of all matters.
"Do males have fertile windows too?"
Vivienne shook her head. "I don't know. I am assuming they do because women have it. And I've heard that only when a man's manhood gets hard like this can they procreate. It's a rare event but it happens nonetheless."
Vincent raised his eyebrows. An erection was considered rare here? What happened to the virility of men in this world?
Forget that, if it's rare and Vincent was having an erection now, does that mean…
"Ahem." Vincent cleared his throat. "Doesn't this mean that I should procreate now?"
Vivienne let his shaft go and nodded her head. "You should. I was about to ask you to do it with your fiancé but she's sleeping perhaps. How about a maid instead? Should I call one or will you wake Jasmine up?"
Vincent was completely taken aback. His mother said everything so calmly and with such a straight face. It was shocking.
Not to mention, she said she would call in a maid and have him indulge in it. Polygamy was so blatant here!
With such an opportunity in front of him, Vincent would be stupid to not grab it.
He leaned forwards and grabbed his mother's face, smiling.
"How about I do it with you instead?"
Vivienne chuckled upon hearing this. "It's no time for jokes, Venny. Mommy is past the fertile period and is old now. Your precious seeds would be wasted."
Vincent shook his head. "That's just a myth by the church. You're not old, you're at the right age. If we do it, you'll get pregnant easily."
Vivienne smiled and shook her head, amused at the ignorance her boy just displayed.
"You've lost your memory so you don't remember much about this world. I don't blame you. In any case, let me call a maid first and then we'll discuss our plans for tomorrow when you're done."
His mother was quite stubborn and stuck to her beliefs. It was troublesome but it wasn't bad per se.
The stronger her beliefs were, the more corruption points he'd gain if they were changed.
If Vincent wasn't wrong, corruption points came from changing a person's belief and worldview rather than indulging in sexual activities.
It was just a hypothesis for now and Vincent had to test it on multiple people to get the right answer.
Nonetheless, Vincent shook his head at Vivienne's reply and said, "I am not doing it with a maid."