MTLNOVEL Chapter 698: I Don't Want To Be The Villain!
Kafka raised a brow, his hand still on her cheek, his voice softening. "Alright, Mom, chill." He said, his tone low and soothing. "What's got you so worked up? You're acting like I kicked your puppy. What's going on? Spill it."
Abigaille's shoulders slumped, her hands clutching his chest, her voice dropping to a pleading, almost broken whisper. "Kafi, how could you do this to me?" She said, her fingers digging into his skin. "Y-You made me act like...like some shameless slut in front of Liv! I'm so humiliated, I don't know how I'm gonna look at her tomorrow!"
Her voice cracked, her body sinking against his, her warmth blending with his.
"I mean, it's all your fault! You made me act that way, all sexy and flirty, like some damn succubus throwing myself at my own son!..I was supposed to keep our thing quiet, protect it, make sure Liv didn't find out how we are. But you..." She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, her fingers gripping him tight. "Your words, the way you touched me, those looks you gave me I lost it!"
"I turned into that version of me, the one that goes crazy when I'm around you, all horny and clingy and...God, Kafil I s-sucked your cock right in front of her! I sucked it, with her watching! I can't believe I did that! It's so embarrassing, and she was so shocked, and it's all because you got me all riled up!"
Kafka's brow furrowed, his hand pausing on her cheek, his voice full of confusion and amusement.
"Hold on, Mom, slow down." He said, his tone gentle but firm, his fingers brushing her hair back. "What are you even talking about? I didn't make you do jack shit. I was only focused on Mom, trying to bring her into the fold, ease her into how we do things."
"...I wasn't gonna drag you into it, knowing you wanted to keep it chill in front of her."
His hand slid to her ass, giving it a light, teasing squeeze, his voice dropping to a playful murmur.
"But you got all jealous, didn't you? Couldn't stand being left out, so you jumped right in, got all touchy and flirty, acting like you owned the place...That's on you, Mom. If you hadn't gotten yourself all worked up, you'd still be Mom's sweet, innocent best friend."
"Jealous? I wasn't jealous!" Abigaille pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushing, her hands still gripping his chest, her voice a flustered rush. "Okay, maybe a tiny bit, but that's not the point! You know what you do to me, Kafi! Those touches, that sweet talk, the way you look at me, it's like a switch! You flipped it, and I turned into that...that fiend! You knew it'd happen, you knew I'd lose control!"
She leaned closer, her breath hot on his chest, her voice trembling.
"I-I really didn't want Liv to see me like that, all seductive and crazy, shaking my ass for you, d-drinking your cum right in front of her! It's one thing when it's just us, but with her there? I'm mortified!"
"And she knows everything now, how weird and taboo this family is! How am I supposed to face her? How do we keep this together, Kafi? What do we do?" Her fingers clutched him tighter, her body pressing close, her heart racing against his.
Kafka's hand moved to her head, patting it gently, his touch soothing as he pulled her against his chest. "Hey, easy, Mom." He said, his voice calm and reassuring, his fingers stroking her hair. "You're freaking out over nothing. This isn't a bad thing, it's actually perfect."
His hand slid to her cheek, tilting her face up, his voice steady.
"Honestly, I didn't plan for it to go this way, but it's working out better than I thought. Mom's not running, is she? She's right here, sleeping like a baby, holding my hand like it's her lifeline."
"She's happy, Mom. This is bringing her closer to us, making her see how we love each other, how this family works. She's already halfway in, you saw her tonight, laughing, kissing me, lying here all cozy. She's not scared off."
Abigaille's body relaxed slightly, her legs softening against his, but her voice was still uncertain, her fingers tracing his chest. "You really think so, Kafi?" She asked, her tone hesitant, her body leaning into his touch. "You think Liv's okay with...all this? With how we are? I mean, she looked so shocked when, when I...did all that stuff."
"What if she wakes up tomorrow and freaks out? What if she thinks we're too weird, too wrong? I don't want her to pull away, not after we just got her back...She's my best friend, Kafi, and I can't lose her again."
Kafka's voice was calm, a low rumble that cut through the dim moonlight. "It's alright, Mom, I promise." He said, his hand sliding to her back, stroking gently, his fingers tracing her spine. "You're not gonna lose Mom, or me, or any of this. She's already in deep, you saw her tonight, happy, cozy, calling this home."
"...And to make sure she's all the way with us, I've got a plan to lock her in, no doubts left." His tone was confident, his body steady under hers, a reassuring anchor in her storm of worry.
Abigaille's body perked up, her hands gripping his chest tighter as she leaned closer, her voice full of excitement and curiosity.
"A plan? What kind of plan, Kafi?" She whispered, her breath warm against his skin, her fingers tapping his chest eagerly. "Tell me, come on! What's it gonna be? How're you gonna make sure Mom's on our side? Don't keep me in the dark, spill it!" Her body pressed closer, her urgency palpable, her warmth flooding into him.
"Easy, Mom, don't get all worked up." He said, his fingers threading through her hair, his touch soothing but firm. "I can't lay it all out like it's a recipe, it's not that simple to explain. But trust me, it's gonna work."
"By the end, Mom'll be all in, wrapped up in this family, just like you. She'll fall right into our way of doing things, no turning back."
His tone was confident, but his gaze turned serious, his hand stilling on her back as he looked at her, his voice dropping lower.
"But here's the thing, Mom, if this plan's gonna go off without a hitch, you've gotta do your part too. It's not just on me. You need to step up, big time."
"My part? What do you mean, Kafi?" Abigaille's body tensed, her fingers pausing on his chest, her voice hesitant. "What do I have to do?
Kafka's hand slid to her cheek, his gaze steady, his voice calm but insistent. "You gotta keep being the way you were tonight, Mom." He said, his fingers tracing her jaw, his touch grounding her. "Not this sweet, innocent mom you're trying to slip back into, all shy and normal."
"I need you to be that possessive, demanding version of you, the one who was all over me, acting like you wanted to eat me up, keep me all to yourself. That vixen, that succubus you turned into when you got jealous."
"...You gotta stay like that, no backing down."
Abigaille's cheeks flushed, her body squirming against his, her voice a flustered rush.
"What? Kafi, why do I have to do that?" She asked, her fingers clutching his chest, her thighs tensing. "That's so embarrassing! I was mortified acting like that in front of Mom, all sexy and clingy, like some...some shameless hussy! I don't wanna be that way again, it's not me!"
"...I'm supposed to be the normal one, the one who keeps things together, not some possessive freak trying to hog you!" Her voice rose slightly, her body pressing closer despite her protests, her warmth blending with his.
Kafka's chuckle was soft, his hand sliding to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, his voice low and persuasive. "Listen, Mom, it's exactly why you gotta do it." He said, his fingers kneading her flesh, his touch bold but reassuring. "If you go back to being all sweet and normal, acting like tonight was some one, off mistake, Mom's gonna pick up on that."
"She'll think what we did was wrong, that mothers and sons shouldn't be like that, and she'll pull back, try to make things 'normal' too...But if you keep being that possessive, hungry version of you, kissing me, touching me, acting like you own me, she'll see that's how this family rolls."
"She won't forget tonight, won't brush it off as a fluke. She'll realize this is us, and she'll wanna keep up, not back off."
Abigaille's body stilled, her fingers tracing his chest, her voice softening as she processed his words. "So...you're saying if I keep acting like that, Liv won't pull away?" She asked, her thighs relaxing against his, her warmth seeping into him. "She'll think it's normal for us to be...like that? And she'll stay with us, not try to change things?" Her tone was cautious, her body leaning into his touch, her mind turning over his plan.
"Exactly, Mom." Kafka nodded, his hand stroking her back, his voice firm. "Tomorrow morning, I bet Mom's gonna come to you, wanna talk about tonight, about me, about the family. She'll have questions, wanna know what's up with us. When that happens, don't spill everything or act all guilty."
"Play the villain a bit, be possessive, act like I'm yours and you're not giving me up. Tell her you'll do whatever you want with me, that this is how we are...Say she can join in if she wants, get in on the love we've got, but if she tries to change me, make things 'normal, you'll fight her tooth and nail, keep me all to yourself. Make it clear you're not budging."
"Kafi, that's crazy!" Abigaille's body jerked back slightly, her hands gripping his chest, her voice a sharp whisper. "You want me to act like some evil witch in front of Mom? Like I'm corrupting you, trying to push her out? That makes me the bad guy! She'll hate me, think I'm some twisted mom trying to steal her son! I can't do that, Kafi, that's too much!" Her voice trembled, her fingers digging into his skin, her body shaking with panic.
"That's the point, Mom." Kafka's hand cupped her cheek, his gaze steady, his voice calm but unyielding. "You play the villain, and Mom'll feel like she's gotta be the hero, save me from your clutches. She'll fight to keep me close, to pull me to her side."
"That's when I'll work my magic, charm her, pull her in deep until she's just as hooked as you are. She won't hate you, she'll just want to keep up, be part of this love."
"...It's a bit of a game, sure, but it'll work. By the end, she'll be all in, no doubts, no running."
"You really think that'll work, Kafi?" Abigaille's fingers twitched on his chest, her body sinking against his, her voice hesitant. "Making myself the bad guy, acting all possessive and mean? What if Liv takes it wrong, thinks I'm actually trying to push her out? I don't want her to hate me, Kafi. She's my best friend, and I just got her back."
"It'll work, Mom, I promise." He said, his touch steady, his body warm under hers. "Mom's not gonna hate you, she'll just see you as part of this family, doing what we do."
"She's already shown she's open to it, kissing me, lying here, saying this is home. This'll push her to embrace it fully, not pull away...You just gotta trust me, play your part, be that fierce, possessive mom you were tonight. Keep her on her toes, make her realize this is how we love each other. She'll fall right in line."
Abigaille's body relaxed slightly, her thighs softening against his, her voice a soft whisper. "I don't know, Kafi." She said, her fingers tracing his chest, her warmth pressing closer. "I don't wanna be a villain, and I'm not sure I can pull it off right. Acting all mean and possessive , it's not me, not really. But...if it'll bring Liv closer, keep our family together, then I'll try. I'll do it, for us." Her tone was hesitant but determined, her body sinking deeper into his embrace, her heart settling with his reassurance.
Kafka's grin softened, his hand patting her head, his voice warm and approving. "That's my mom." He said, his fingers threading through her hair, his touch gentle. "I know it's a lot, but you've got this. Just be that fiery, clingy version of you, and we'll handle the rest."
Abigaille's body relaxed against his, her fingers tracing his chest, a flicker of relief in her chest. But before she could settle, Kafka's grin turned sly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a lewd purr.
"That's all for tomorrow, Mom." He said, his hand sliding to her waist, his fingers squeezing lightly. "We'll act on it later, no need to stress about it now. But right now..."
His grin widened, and with a swift motion, he tugged down his underwear, his rock, hard cock springing free, standing tall and thick in the moonlight, the sudden sight making Abigaille gasp, her body jerking back slightly.