Chapter 760: Another session with mother - Olivia

His hands finally came to a stop.

His fingertips rested along the side curve of her breast, the contact light yet unmistakable. From his angle, with her back slightly arched toward him, the position carried a quiet, magnetic allure.

He did not move right away, letting that faint touch linger as if testing the moment. The subtle rise of her breathing beneath his fingers only seemed to heighten the intensity, making the silence between them feel even more charged.

But it was not the same for Olivia.

The moment his touch settled there, she lost whatever control she had been holding on to.

"Ahh..."

A soft gasp slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

She had convinced herself that this was nothing more than an innocent mana transfer... a necessary ritual to restore Kraven’s battered body after the brutal battle. That was what she kept repeating in her mind, clinging to the fragile justification like a lifeline.

Yet deep down, her body betrayed her.

She could feel exactly how intimate the connection had become. Their energies intertwined so completely that every pulse of power blurred the line between giver and receiver.

And the fact that they were mother and son only sharpened the forbidden tension that hung heavy in the air.

Just a little longer, she told herself. Until he stabilizes.

However, even that guilt was short-lived.

The very next moment, the shift in mana absorption struck her with devastating force. Her own energy surged outward in a sudden, violent rush, flooding from the deepest core of her being into him.

The intensity made her vision blur and her head spin, her eyes fluttering as they nearly rolled back in overwhelming pleasure.

Every barrier she had tried to maintain shattered under the raw, pulsing flow of mana, leaving her drowning in sensations she knew she should never feel from her own son... yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

"Kraven... ahh... so..."

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Her back arched sharply, and she was no longer able to ignore the heat blooming blindingly in her core. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"..."

Sensing that this was going too far, Julian immediately weakened the flow of mana, easing the overwhelming connection between them.

The sudden drop in intensity left Olivia gasping in disappointment. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips before she could catch it — a sound so vulnerable and raw that it made her cheeks burn with fresh humiliation. She pressed her free hand to her mouth a half second too late but the sound had already escaped.

"Mother... is it overwhelming you?" Julian asked.

Olivia took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. She could feel the lingering echoes of the powerful flow still pulsing through her core, sending delicious aftershocks through her trembling limbs.

"No..." she said, her voice breathless and strained, barely recognizable as her own. "Continue, Kraven. I can endure it."

But even she knew this was a lie.

She would shatter if he continued at full strength again. The pleasure was already bordering on exquisite pain—too intense, too intimate and too dangerously addictive. It reached places inside her that no son should ever touch.

Yet despite the warning bells ringing in her head, she refused to stop him.

Julian did not wait any more time. His eyes darkened with resolve as he tightened his grip on her, drawing their bodies closer once more.

Without another word, he gradually strengthened the mana flow again, feeding it into her with careful control at first, then pushing deeper, letting the warm, throbbing energy surge back into that intimate circuit between them.

Olivia’s entire body jolted as if struck by lightning.

"Ahhn...! Mmmph...!"

Her nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks, clearly visible through the thin material.

"Haa... Kraven... it’s... too much... ahh...!"

She tried to stay quiet, tried to maintain some dignity, but the intensity made it impossible. Her thighs rubbed together desperately beneath the gown, seeking friction she refused to acknowledge.

Julian’s own desire - uninfluenced by Kraven’s patterns - was flaring up at the situation.

Why shouldn’t it?

No matter what anyone said, Olivia was an absolutely beautiful mature woman. Seeing her unravel in such a way was arousing in the most beautiful way possible. The elegant Duchess, always so composed and dignified, was coming undone under his hands. It stirred something deep and primal in him, separate from the host body’s residual obsessions.

He decided to take his chance.

His hands started moving.

Slowly, deliberately, they slid further around her sides, covering more of her breasts. His palms cupped the soft, heavy outer curves fully now, his fingers spreading to feel their weight and fullness through the thin red gown. He squeezed gently at first — testing, savoring — then with more confidence, kneading the plush flesh.

Olivia’s reaction was immediate and powerful.

"Ahh—!"

Her back arched even more dramatically, pressing her breasts harder into his hands.

"Kraven...!" she gasped, her voice trembling with shock and overwhelming sensation. "What... what are you— mmmph...!"

She couldn’t finish the sentence. Another deep, throaty moan escaped her as his fingers flexed, squeezing her breasts more firmly.

The combination of the mana flow and his hands on her chest was too much. Pleasure crashed through her in heavy waves, making her thighs shake and her core throb with heat she desperately tried to ignore.

"Haa... ahhn... Kraven, your hands... they’re... mmmh...!"

Her head fell forward, strands of her hair coming loose from the bow and sticking to her damp neck.

Although he had not fully cupped them yet, she could feel every movement of his fingers — the way they kneaded and caressed her breasts through the thin red gown, the warmth of his palms seeping into her skin, and the way his thumbs brushed dangerously close to her hardened nipples with every slow stroke.

She knew she should stop him.

She knew this had gone far beyond a simple mana transfer.

For a moment, she even thought of pulling back. The words formed on her tongue, ready to sever the connection and put an end to this dangerous intimacy before it swallowed her whole.

Enough. Stop. This isn’t right.

Simple words. Words that would have ended everything.