31 – Family (3)
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Sylvia-san is strange these days.
Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t do strange things like sniffing my futon or sticking his nose in my neck.
But since I’ve been alone for a long time, I thought lightly that it must be that I’m obsessed with people’s smells and traces.
When I say ‘she’s weird’, I mean that she’s starting to show a strange side different from before.
What should I say, Sylvia-san’s attitude toward me was becoming strangely distorted.
No, but it wasn’t fortunate that she hit me or showed violence.
Rather, it was quite the opposite.
After the day I passed her test, she started to be a little nicer to me and a little more caring about me.
You might think that’s a bad thing, but what about Sylvia-san’s attitude…
I felt like a young mother taking care of a newborn baby.
“Today I will cook… Gyat!”
Cooking is supposed to be my job, but I keep challenging myself to cook dishes that I’m not even good at.
“… what. Why, why did you ride like this? Ah, but I’ll do the plating!”
In the end, after burning it to black, he insists on doing it himself when I cook.
“Fufu, is it delicious? Eat a lot.”
Then, as if he made it, he asks me to eat it deliciously,
“ash? Now, ah, try it. Come on, my arm hurts.”
Trying to feed me by scooping up a spoonful and blowing on it,
“Hey, Ash… isn’t it uncomfortable washing alone?”
When I was washing in the river, he quietly followed me and made strange noises to wash my back.
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And the worst thing that ever happened was the moment he forced me to lie down a few nights ago to rub my stomach until I fell asleep.
“Come on, Ash… No – let’s go to sleep.”
“No, why are you doing this, please?”
Even when she openly breathed life, it didn’t give me as much goosebumps.
It was only after she had ejaculated that she returned to her room with a face full of dissatisfaction.
That night, I went to bed terrified.
what?
What is it?
no, what is it really?
Did you want to imitate your mother?
No, her behavior was more like an atmosphere where she should be called ‘Mama’ rather than ‘Mother’ or ‘Mom’.
Something… It felt like that kind of play.
Could it be that watching the poor boy who lost his entire family grow up through hard training, something like motherhood suddenly boiled in his heart?
If so, even if the result is a gutter, it is as touching as her intention.
But the problem was that there were many obstacles for me to feel motherhood in her.
First of all, aside from the fact that her actions were so clumsy and sloppy that it was not easy to understand at all, the age difference between her and me was only four or five years.
In addition, her swollen breasts and pelvis as if to show off her femininity, her strong body to show off her health, and her sticky bright red eyes were also problems.
Sylvia has a very voluptuous and attractive silhouette for a mother.
Thanks to that, her bizarre imitation of her mother felt more like a ‘secret service for adults with perverted tastes’ secretly operated in the depths of the red light district.
Whenever she tried to do something, rather than the comfort of a warm home, lewd and perverted discomfort filled the space.
It was somewhat different from the mischievous prank she played while sleeping with her that night when she was chased by a bear.
The shy woman who made fun of me by revealing her naked body was rather confident rather than clumsy.
s*xually very attractive, but not trying to stimulate these twisted tendencies.
More than anything else, the current situation was not a one-night stand like it was back then.
Even today, five days after the test, Sylvia-san’s terrifying motherly play continued.
and surprisingly,
There were other reasons why I found her strange.
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The day before yesterday it rained with thunder and lightning all day long.
Thanks to the rain that had been falling since daytime, I spent the whole day in the cabin with her, and this uncomfortable mother… no, the mama play continued that day as well.
Suddenly, I remembered the image of Mr. Sylvia who was strangling me while sleeping.
I don’t know, but I felt like I wanted to choke myself too.
When night fell, I hurried away from her and went to bed.
No matter how much time had passed, she suddenly shook me awake from my sleep in the living room.
“Ash, there… Ash. wake up.”
“…Sylvia-san? Why are you like that?”
“Ah, hehehe”
lol?
what the heck why are you laughing so much
Having repeatedly experienced Sylvia’s strange double personality over the past few days, I couldn’t hide my fear at her sudden change in attitude and was very wary.
Holding onto a pillow large enough to cover her mouth, she dyed her cheeks red, pulled the end of my sleeve, and whispered.
“I’m scared, but can I sleep with you?”
“…No, what else is that?”
I looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Are you afraid of thunder and lightning?
In spite of all kinds of rough terrain and inclement weather, I had to move forward.
Sylvia, the warrior who was the vanguard and leader of the demon lord subjugation force, who had to go forward day by day, camping regardless of how harsh the environment was?
If that was true, it was downright ridiculous.
It was a story that if the demon king had continued to use thunderbolt magic, mankind might have already perished.
She was basically on the big side.
He was as tall as me, a man, and his shoulders were wider than mine.
The limbs were stretched out in a cool way, with strong small muscles nestled in those limbs, and the waist was narrow, but the abdominal muscles were firmly built, giving it a ‘cool’ appearance.
If she hadn’t had her voluptuous breasts and big hips, she might have looked like a damn nice guy.
Of course, as a woman, she was also very attractive.
The point is, she looks pretty strong, and she’s incredibly strong in real life.
I was never afraid of thunder and lightning.
On the contrary, if it were Sylvia-san, even if I told her that she survived being struck by lightning herself, I might just accept it.
But now, with her large body and strong, outstretched arms, she was hugging a pillow as if strangling it, and asking me to sleep next to her.
‘If you don’t sleep together, I will crush your torso like this pillow.’
not the same word.
“I’m afraid of thunder…”
While telling lies that even the same seed won’t work.
As if to represent my confusion, the sound of a large lightning strike rang out just in time.
And, she didn’t even blink an eye.
He’s been crying since earlier, saying he’s scared, but he doesn’t even pretend to be surprised when lightning strikes.
If you’re going to lie, at least try.
Apparently, because she was acting ‘a girl who is afraid of thunder’, she couldn’t even hear the real sound of thunder.
I rubbed my eyes and asked.
“No… er, why are you doing this?”
“It’s scary. Ash. Can we… sleep together?”
“… why?”
“I told you… I was scared.”
“…No, what’s the real reason?”
“… don’t you look scared?”
“Not at all.”
“…why?”
She scratched her head and went back to her room.
what is it really
Imitating a mother, then imitating a child,
Aside from the fact that her proposal and the setting for him were very bizarre, it was difficult to match the rhythm as the setting changed back and forth.
I slowly closed my eyes after watching her disappear as if being sucked into his room.
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Today, Mr. Sylvia went hunting, so I was taking care of the graveyard and Layla’s grave with peace of mind.
I brushed off the dust accumulated on the tombstone and pulled out the weeds growing on the soil that had no trace of the new cover before I knew it.
Pulling out the last visible weed, I sat down in front of the grave and spat out a small complaint.
“Lyla, Mr. Sylvia is a bit strange these days.”
No, I need to correct it.
“Not a little, but…”
I knew there was no way I would get an answer, but I still told my little sister, who was supposed to be sleeping here, about everything that had happened.
Is Layla laughing out loud?
A gentle breeze blew and brushed the blades of grass, making a swaying sound.
I nodded and continued.
“Isn’t it funny? But my brother is really serious. I don’t know why Sylvia is doing that. Something… It seems like they’re trying to act like a parent, or suddenly they’re trying to act like a child…”
She hugged her pillow and begged her to sleep with her.
It was different from the usual emphasizing maternal love.
Rather, it seemed closer to imitating a child who aroused a desire for protection rather than motherly love.
Of course, it was a role far more unsuitable for Sylvia than the role of a mother.
Moreover, it was all the more so because I knew a girl who looked just like that.
I’m sure Layla was so afraid of lightning in the past…
Oh wait,
no way?
I suddenly realized
The image that woke me from my sleep in fear of lightning.
It was clearly what Lyla did to me as a child.
Come to think of it, I once told Silvia-san that we used to go together many times for her who was afraid of thunder.
I muttered as I looked at Laila’s tombstone.
“Are you impersonating my sister?”
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