Chapter 107: Sucked by Mommy
Aeron rarely used the terms "hot and cold" to describe his situation.
His back was against the cool floor, while before him...
Warm, humid breath brushed against Aeron's face. Pale golden hair, almost white under the moonlight, cascaded down, carrying a faint fragrance.
Staring at the breathtakingly beautiful face so close above him, Aeron was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
Fleurdelys—a larger version of Cartethyia—was now gazing at him with those similar yet not entirely identical emerald eyes.
"Why so quiet? Weren't you quite spirited just now?"
"Uh... could you let go first?"
Aeron tried to sit up, but Fleurdelys merely pressed her hand lightly against his chest, her fingertips applying just enough pressure to halt his movement.
Seriously, why are you so overpowered too?!
Once again, Aeron was vividly reminded of the immense physical gap between an ordinary person and a Resonator... and especially one of Fleurdelys's caliber.
"You always claim to be an ordinary person, don't you? Then... you should act like one."
Warm breath brushed against Aeron's ear, sending a tingling sensation through him.
"W-wait, Phoebe is still—"
"Shh."
Fleurdelys pressed a finger to Aeron's lips, signaling him to be quiet.
"Don't move."
Moonlight swirled in her eyes, reflecting a complex expression—three parts cool detachment, three parts scrutiny, and four parts... an elusive, playful amusement.
"She's fast asleep. And..."
Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"Don't you think this makes it more exciting?"
Exciting my foot! Where did you learn all this?!
As Fleurdelys drew closer, Aeron grew increasingly panicked.
No, no, this is way too close.
Though Fleurdelys herself seemed unaware, Aeron was genuinely frightened as she leaned in nearer and nearer!
If he wasn't careful, he might just have to start all over again!
Since Cartethyia had transformed her body into Fleurdelys's using Resonance Power, there had to be a way to counter it!
Taking a deep breath, Aeron seized the moment once more, attempting to reach out with his left hand to touch Fleurdelys before him.
No matter what, at least use Imagine Breaker to revert her first—
Snap.
Then, his left wrist was effortlessly and predictably caught.
The touch was cool, the grip perfectly measured—slender yet powerful fingers clamped around Aeron's wrist bone, rendering it immobile.
Gradually, the playful glint in her eyes faded, replaced by a thin, almost transparent layer of fragility.
"You... don't want to accept me?"
Fleurdelys's voice was soft, the earlier assertiveness now gone.
But Aeron's only response to this was: "?"
While it was good that she stopped, it seemed she had misunderstood something?
"I..." Aeron opened his mouth to say something, but the words caught in his throat.
Say he didn't want to? That didn't feel quite right either. After all, Fleurdelys's face was undeniably stunning, and her figure... well, there was nothing to criticize, absolutely nothing.
To be honest, objectively speaking, rationally discussing, and analyzing the situation...
As a physically and mentally healthy man, Aeron found this kind of temptation undeniably strong.
However, Aeron already had Zani... Using that as an explanation didn't seem quite right either, since both Carlotta and Ciaccona had done it too.
But as a man, he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch her feel hurt over something like this.
So, Aeron shook his head, trying to drive away those untimely thoughts.
No matter what, it was probably better to explain things a bit.
"Well... after all, your horns do look quite intimidating."
If he wasn't careful and really ended up restarting, that wouldn't be fun—
Upon hearing Aeron's words, Fleurdelys froze for a moment before quickly reacting.
She suddenly straightened up, sliding both hands under Aeron's arms and behind his knees.
In the next second, Aeron was effortlessly lifted into the air.
"?"
Yes, lifted.
Then, Fleurdelys turned and carried him toward the sofa, gently placing Aeron down on it.
The sofa was soft, and his body sank slightly into it. She knelt with one knee on the edge of the sofa, looking down at Aeron nestled among the cushions.
Before Aeron could react, Fleurdelys leaned down, pressing closer.
Her arms braced on either side of his head, her silver hair cascading down, enveloping the two of them in a private space. Her figure completely covered him, with moonlight only filtering through the gaps in her hair, casting dappled shadows across her face.
In this position, Aeron could clearly see her broad shoulders, slender neck, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
Did I choose right or wrong???
While Aeron was still reeling from the sheer difference in their sizes, Fleurdelys spoke first.
"Now, you can't escape."
"Hey, can we talk this out—?!"
His mouth was blocked, but this time it wasn't a finger—it was her lips.
Fleurdelys kissed him.
It wasn't a gentle kiss; it carried a certain degree of aggression, yet it didn't feel unpleasant.
Her lips were soft, but her movements left no room for retreat. She captured his lower lip, gently sucking on it before using her tongue to pry open his slightly parted teeth in surprise.
Aeron froze completely.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of resisting—but his wrists had been seized by Fleurdelys at some point and pinned against the floor above his head. Her knee pressed between his legs, locking him firmly in this position.
Fleurdelys was nearly two heads taller than him, with a longer and more slender frame. When she completely enveloped him, the sense of oppression was overwhelming in every way.
...I'm done for.
After what felt like an eternity, Fleurdelys finally pulled back slightly, a thin silver strand briefly connecting their lips before breaking.
She looked at Aeron's flushed face and rapid breathing, a flicker of delight passing through her eyes.
"Now," she whispered, her fingertips slowly tracing down the open collar of his shirt, brushing over his collarbone before resting on his chest, "relax a little."
Fleurdelys' fingertips lightly traced the edge of Aeron's collar, effortlessly undoing the fastenings of his shirt.
Then, she turned her gaze to the exposed skin on Aeron's body.
Somewhat to her surprise, Aeron's physique didn't appear particularly strong... even a bit slender.
This was the body that had ventured alone to Avinoleum, facing the Dark Tide and Leviathan alongside her...
Why did she inexplicably feel even more excited now?
Originally, she had only intended to tease him back, but now... Fleurdelys had other ideas.
She wanted more.
She wanted to get closer.
She wanted to see more of his flustered expressions.
Unconsciously, the unnecessary barriers had vanished, leaving only the raw honesty between the two of them.
When the last bit of obstruction was removed, both of them paused slightly.
The distance between them now was close enough to feel the warmth of each other's skin, near enough to hear the other's suppressed breaths, and even the sensation became incredibly clear.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
"It's too late for me to choose to stop now, isn't it?"
Indeed.
Fleurdelys thought to herself.
With a light laugh, her waist slowly lowered—
"Ah...!"
At the moment of contact, she let out a soft gasp.
"Guh...!"
And Aeron also reacted like a human.
The sofa sank deeply under the sudden added weight, creaking as if unable to bear the strain. Under the moonlight, two figures overlapped tightly, leaving not a single gap between them.
Fleurdelys stopped, as if adjusting to something. Her hands rested on either side of Aeron's head, her body trembling slightly, her silver hair cascading down, enveloping both their faces in a private space.
"You..." her voice trembled, "don't move..."
"I can't move either..."
If Zani alone could lift Aeron and pin him down, let alone Fleurdelys, whose stats far surpassed hers.
The gap between an ordinary person and a Resonator was just that vast—this was the dark side of Solaris!
Well then, what else was there to say? Just empty the mind and lie back!
With a "snap," Aeron gave up thinking.
And Fleurdelys, straddling him, paused for a moment before slowly beginning to move.
At first, it was slow, almost tentative. Her waist was supple and strong, each rise and fall grinding against the most sensitive point.
Under the moonlight, she could see the changes in her own body, could see the sight of their union... an unfamiliar yet intense pleasure was creeping up her spine.
When she finally fully accepted him, she stopped.
Her breath held.
Her body stiffened.
Her emerald eyes widened slightly, filled with shock and something... an indescribable thrill.
So... this is what it feels like.
So two bodies could be connected so intimately, so human closeness could bring such a powerful impact.
That feeling of being filled, almost overflowing... it was the first time she had ever felt warmth so vividly.
This realization made her cheeks flush even redder. But a strange excitement also rose within her—the kind of excitement Cartethyia would feel when playing a prank, the thrill of breaking rules, the... discovery of hidden shame and delight.
She quickened her pace.
The sofa creaked, its rhythm gradually quickening. Her breathing grew ragged, chest heaving violently, silver hair flying with each movement, tracing chaotic arcs in the moonlight.
"Mmm...?" A suppressed moan escaped her lips.
The sound startled even herself.
She... actually made such a sound?
But there was no time to dwell on it—the next wave of pleasure surged forth. Stronger, more overwhelming, almost enough to shatter her reason. Her movements began to spiral out of control, her waist swaying with increasing amplitude and force.
The moonlight watched silently over it all.
"Ah… time… is up."
"...Ah?"
Just then—
"But… mmm… after this… I'll leave it to her~"
Just as Aeron was losing his mind amid the pleasure, Fleurdelys' words abruptly pulled him back to reality.
After uttering those words, the body of Fleurdelys pressing down on Aeron began to change.
Strength drained away, her frame shrank, the silver hair rapidly faded, returning to a warm golden hue. Aeron's line of sight lowered, and the sensation in his chest shifted as well.
Within mere seconds, Fleurdelys vanished.
Straddling Aeron's waist was now a flushed, breathless, wide-eyed—
Cartethyia.
Both of them froze.
Cartethyia looked down at herself, then at the figure beneath her. Her expression swiftly shifted from confusion to shock, then to a crimson flush of utter shame.
"H-how did I—?" she stammered, trying to climb off him. "Wait, this isn't me—!"
As for Cartethyia's panicked state, Aeron's first reaction was—
Perfect opportunity!
But his movement was halted.
Aeron's hand suddenly pressed against her lower abdomen.
At that spot—the very place where the two were intimately connected—he could clearly feel the subtle bulge created by his cock inside her.
His fingers, through the thin layer of skin, gently pressed against that bulge.
"Ahhaaaann!!!"
Cartethyia trembled violently, a sharp cry stifled by her own hand clamped over her mouth.
The sensation was too vivid.
So vivid she could discern every inch of its shape, so vivid that the subtle pressure directly stimulated the deepest, most sensitive part within her. An intense, unprecedented wave of pleasure shot up her spine, washing over her mind and leaving her vision momentarily blank.
"You… what are you doing…?" Her voice trembled with tears, yet her body unconsciously arched forward, allowing the bulge to press more prominently against her abdomen.
"Of course, fighting back!"
With that, Aeron's fingers pressed once more.
This time, Cartethyia couldn't hold back.
A sweet, lingering moan slipped through her lips.
The sound left her utterly stunned. She… how could she make such a sound? And even more terrifyingly—
"N-no… stop…" she pleaded, shaking her head as moans escaped her lips.
As for Cartethyia's pleas for mercy, Aeron's resolve remained firm.
"So it was you who pushed me just now, right? Put more force into it!"
...Why is it getting tighter?
"Ah... there, right there... mmm!"
An unfamiliar pleasure was building up, her body defying all her shame, responding fervently. She realized that she seemed... to not really dislike this feeling.
Even, after the initial adjustment, some secret, never-before-noticed craving was quietly being awakened.
"No, don't..."
Moonlight flowed over her sweat-drenched back, outlining the elegant contours of her shoulder blades. Golden hair clung to the side of her neck, swaying with the motion.
Once the shame faded away, only one thing remained in the end.
"..."
"Huh?!"
"Is... it here?"
"Nooo... Ahaaan!!!"
In the end, Aeron's revenge became the final straw that overwhelmed herself.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor. In the silent room, only two overlapping shadows swayed on the sofa, accompanied by suppressed gasps, the sound of skin touching skin... and delicate, wet sounds.
Just as Cartethyia's eyes grew hazy, completely immersed in this unfamiliar pleasure—
".....?"
A tearful, aggrieved voice came from beside the sofa.
Both of them froze at the same time, slowly turning their heads.
They saw Phoebe, who had somehow already sat up from the bed, kneeling at the edge, hands tightly gripping the sheets, her golden hair disheveled over her shoulders.
"Ah..."
Cartethyia finally regained her clarity at this moment.
I'm Fucked.