[Will you accept this quest?]
Kai stared at the floating blue screen, his heart hammering a heavy rhythm against his ribs. The prompt was a glowing invitation to cross a line that could never be uncrossed.
"Yes," Kai whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the hearth fire.
He reached out and tapped [YES].
[Quest Accepted: The Dutiful Son's Touch][Time Limit: 1 Hour]
"Mom, don't worry," Kai said aloud, masking the sudden spike of adrenaline in his voice with a warm, confident smile. He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "I've learned a lot about the human body at the Academy. I'll show you how good I am. By the time I'm done, you won't feel a single knot."
Ye Rou laughed, a soft, melodic sound that warmed the room. "Oh, son, that is so sweet of you. I know you are strong—after all, you are my son. I trust you."
"Let's finish the food fast," Kai urged, picking up his bowl and shoveling the last of the rice into his mouth. "The sooner we start, the sooner you can relax."
"Of course," she smiled, touched by his eagerness to help her.
They finished the meal in record time. While Ye Rou usually insisted on washing the dishes immediately, Kai insisted she leave them. "Go," he commanded gently. "Prepare the room. I'll be right there."
Ye Rou nodded and disappeared into her bedroom.
Kai took a moment to compose himself. He looked down at his hands—Strength 9. They were lethal weapons capable of shattering wood, but tonight, they needed to be instruments of pleasure. He needed to control his power perfectly.
He walked to the door of her room. It was slightly ajar.
Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The air smelled of old wood and the faint, sweet scent of the dried lavender she kept in a sachet by the window.
Ye Rou was smoothing the sheets of the large, wooden bed. She looked up as he entered.
"I'm ready," she said, rubbing her shoulder again.
"I want to use oil," Kai said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. The click of the latch sounded incredibly loud in the quiet room. "Dry massage can irritate the skin. Oil will help my hands glide... it will help me reach the deeper muscles."
Ye Rou paused, then nodded. "You're right. I think I have a small bottle of sesame oil in the cabinet."
She retrieved a small clay phial and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed. Her skin was warm, feverish with fatigue.
"Okay," she sighed.
She moved to the bed. She didn't undress. She simply kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the mattress, lying face down on her stomach.
Even fully clothed, the sight was breathtaking.
Ye Rou was a woman of generous proportions. Lying prone, her body settled into the mattress with a heaviness that spoke of soft, mature flesh. Her faded dress pulled tight across her hips, outlining the massive, heart-shaped expanse of her ass. It rose from the bed like a mountain, wide and inviting.
Kai swallowed hard, uncorking the oil. Not yet, he told himself. Patience.
He sat on the edge of the bed, right beside her hip. The mattress dipped under his weight.
"Close your eyes, Mom," Kai whispered. "Just breathe."
He poured a pool of amber oil into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, the friction warming the liquid until his palms were slick and hot.
He reached out.
He placed his hands on her upper back, right over the fabric of her dress.
"Mmm..." Ye Rou let out a long, shuddering exhale as the heat of his hands penetrated the cloth.
Kai began to work. He started at her shoulders, his thumbs digging into the trapezius muscles. With Strength 9, he didn't need to strain. He could feel the knots under her skin, hard little lumps of stress. He crushed them effortlessly, kneading the tension out of her.
"Are you feeling good?" Kai asked, his voice low.
"Mmm... yes..." Ye Rou mumbled into the pillow, her voice thick with relief. "It feels... so good, Kai. Your hands are... magic."
He moved lower. He slid his hands down her spine, pressing firmly. He worked his way to her waist.
This was where the problem started.
As he kneaded her lower back, the fabric of her dress began to bunch up. It twisted under his hands, creating friction. He couldn't feel the muscles properly. He couldn't feel the heat of her skin. It was like trying to paint with gloves on.
And more importantly, the System quest demanded he explore her body. Touching cloth wouldn't count.
Kai stopped his hands.
"What's wrong?" Ye Rou asked sleepily, lifting her head slightly.
"It's the dress," Kai said, putting a note of professional frustration into his voice. "The cloth... it's bunching up under my hands. It's slipping against your skin."
He sighed, wiping a bit of oil from his thumb.
"I can't find the acupoints properly, Mom. And if I press the wrong spot because the fabric slips, I could hurt you instead of helping you. I need proper control."
He let the silence hang for a second before dropping the suggestion.
"You should remove it."
Ye Rou stiffened. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide.
"Remove it?" she stammered. "Is... is that right? I mean... we don't need to do that, do we? It's... intimate."
"It's alright, Mom," Kai said, his voice as soothing as the oil. He used his Charisma, projecting an aura of pure, innocent logic. "Remember when I was a kid? You used to massage me when I had growing pains. You used to bathe me. There was no shame then."
He smiled, a gentle, disarming expression.
"Now it's my turn to take care of you. We are family. There is no shame between a mother and her son, is there?"
Ye Rou searched his face. She saw only concern and love. The exhaustion in her body was screaming for relief, and his hands had felt so good...
She laughed softly, a nervous release of tension. "Yes... I remember. You were so cute back then. You still are... and you will always be my cute son."
She shook her head, chiding herself for her hesitation.
"You are right. It is not shame from my son. I am being silly."
She pushed herself up to a kneeling position.
Kai sat back, his breath catching in his throat.
Ye Rou reached for the buttons of her dress. Her fingers were nimble. Pop. Pop. Pop. The front opened.
She shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It pooled around her waist, and then she pushed it down.
Kai watched, his eyes hungry but his face impassive.
Her skin was pale and milky, glowing in the lamplight. Her back was broad and smooth, with a deep, elegant spine that dipped down into the curve of her waist. But as she moved, he saw her front.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
As the dress fell, her heavy, massive breasts swung free. They were soft, pendulous, and incredibly erotic. The nipples were large and dark, hardening slightly in the cool air of the room. She didn't fully expose them to him, keeping her arms somewhat crossed, but the side-profile view of those heavy mounds was enough to make Kai's cock twitch violently against his zipper.
She shimmied the dress down over her hips and kicked it away.
She was naked. Almost.
She was still wearing panties.
They were simple, white cotton panties. High-waisted and modest, but they did little to hide the sheer volume of what lay beneath. The elastic band dug slightly into the soft flesh of her hips, emphasizing the flare of her curves. Through the thin, white cotton, Kai could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair and the deep cleft of her ass cheeks.
"There," Ye Rou said, her face flushed pink, looking away from him. "Is that better?"
"Much better," Kai said, his voice dropping an octave.
She lay back down on her stomach.
The view was magnificent. Her bare back was a canvas waiting for him. Her ass, clad in the tight white panties, looked even bigger now that her waist was exposed. The panties cut across the fullest part of her buttocks, leaving the bottom curves exposed.
[Quest Update: 50% Complete][Target Exposed. Skin Contact Required.]
Kai poured more oil. A lot more.
"Here we go," he whispered.
He placed his hands on her bare shoulders.
Squelch.
The sound of oil meeting skin was wet and intimate.
"Oh!" Ye Rou gasped, burying her face in the pillow.
The sensation was electric. His hands, hot and slick, slid down her back without resistance. He ran his thumbs down either side of her spine, pressing deep. He felt her muscles ripple under his touch.
He massaged her shoulder blades, his fingers digging under the bone, releasing years of tension. Ye Rou began to moan softly.
"Mmm... Kai... that's... oh god..."
He moved lower. His hands were large, covering almost the entire width of her back. He oiled her ribs, his fingers grazing the side of her breasts as they pressed against the mattress. He saw the flesh spill out from under her.
He reached her lower back—the dimples of Venus right above her ass.
This was the danger zone.
He kneaded her waist, his thumbs pressing into the soft fat above her hips. She was so soft. So yielding.
"You carry so much tension here," Kai murmured.
He let his hands slide lower. His palms brushed the top of the white panties. The cotton was damp with oil now.
"Kai..." Ye Rou breathed, her body relaxing completely, melting into the mattress. She was in a trance of pleasure.
Kai stared at the panties. They were the last line of defense. The quest required him to explore her body, and the most important part was hidden behind that thin strip of white cloth.
He couldn't just rip them off. That would break the spell. He needed her to want them off. Or he needed a reason why they had to come off.
His hands slid down over her oiled back, approaching the curve of her buttocks again. He let his pinky finger slip under the elastic waistband, just for a second, touching the forbidden skin of her upper ass cheek.
Ye Rou flinched, a small jolt going through her, but she didn't tell him to stop.
She's ready, Kai thought, looking at the way her hips moved slightly against the bed, grinding subconsciously. She just needs one more push.
"Mom," Kai whispered, leaning down close to her ear, his hands resting heavily on her lower back, just millimetres from the waistband. "The oil... it's going to ruin your underwear. And the biggest knot... it's right here."
He pressed his thumb firmly into the top of her glute, right through the fabric.
"Right here on your hip. I can't massage it through the cotton."
He waited. The silence in the room was heavy, filled only by her ragged breathing and the throb of his own pulse.
"Should I stop?" he asked, withdrawing his hands slightly, threatening to take away the pleasure.
Ye Rou let out a whimper at the loss of contact. Her mind was hazy, drunk on the relief and the strange, heavy heat building in her belly.
"No..." she whispered into the pillow. "Don't stop."
She lifted her hips slightly.
"Take them off."