Awakening Association Main Headquarters

[: Daniel Pov :]

Our journey led us to the towering edifice of the Awakening Association Main Headquarters, an imposing sight that mirrored my recollections.

This marked my third visit to this place, coinciding with Selaine and Renia's awakening ceremonies in the past.

I vividly remembered how captivated I was as they demonstrated their newfound powers.

Their abilities seemed like magic to me, and I had secretly yearned to possess such talents.

As I gazed at the impressive structure, a wave of doubt washed over me.

Could I truly awaken an ability? Would it be as mesmerizing as my sisters'?

My mind swirled with hopes and uncertainties, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

With a sigh, I reflected on my aspirations.

I wished to uncover a valuable and practical ability, one that could secure my place within a prestigious Guild.

The prospect of what lay ahead was both exciting and daunting, leaving me with a sense of eagerness and apprehension intertwined.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered my aspirations.

I hoped that I'd awaken an ability that could prove useful and grant me entry into a reputable Guild.

The future seemed both promising and daunting, all at once.

"Dear, I can still see you're quite stiff and anxious...didn't Mommy tell you that you don't have to worry about anything?"

Mom's soothing voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing the tension that had knotted inside me.

Her gentle touch drew me closer, enveloping me in the comforting embrace of her chest.

The softness of her words and the tender warmth of her body against mine worked like magic, calming my nerves for the second time that day.

My desires and worries seemed to dissipate in the safety of her arms.

With a grateful sigh, I tilted my head upwards, meeting her gaze.

Her violet eyes held an expression of unconditional love and care, and for a moment, the world around us faded.

I marvelled at the beauty of her smile, the kindness in her eyes, and the way she made me feel cherished.

It was a sensation I couldn't quite explain, a mixture of comfort, tenderness, and something deeper that tugged at my heartstrings and it made my body melt.

It was in these moments that I realized how much I admired and adored her.

Her love and presence were a balm to my soul, and as I looked into her eyes, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming affection that seemed to deepen with each passing day.

Her violet eyes, so mesmerizing and full of depth, held an enchanting power over me whenever Mom expressed her care and concern.

Those moments were like a soft melody that played in the background of my life, a reminder of her unwavering love.

Yet, I couldn't help but notice an unusual glint in her eyes during our intimate moments, especially at night.

As we snuggled close, I felt her warmth and her erratic breath against my skin.

There was an unspoken tension in the air, a strange energy that seemed to pull us together.

I often wondered if the stress from her work had caused this change in her, or if there was something else at play.

Her actions, like the way she held me close and nuzzled against me, made my heart race and my thoughts swirl in a whirlwind of confusion.

I tried to brush aside these thoughts, convincing myself that my mother's affection was purely platonic.

But there were nights when she wore nothing but delicate lingerie, and my resolve wavered.

The line between motherly love and something more began to blur, and I found myself caught in a web of emotions I couldn't quite comprehend.

In all honesty, my mom is quite the beauty. There's no question that Mom is an attractive woman.

To say my mother is beautiful would be an understatement.

Her allure is undeniable, a fact that hasn't escaped the notice of the men who occasionally steal glances in her direction.

It's not just her, though, my sisters also possess a magnetic charm that draws attention.

I should be proud of them, proud of the family I have, but instead, a pang of resentment takes root within me.

I despise those lecherous stares that linger a moment too long.

I hate how those prying eyes undress my mother and sisters with their gazes.

It leaves me with an empty feeling, a combination of frustration and helplessness.

I wish I could shield them from those perverted looks, and keep them safe from the lustful intentions that often lurk beneath the surface.

Yet, there's a secret I've harboured, a truth I can barely admit to myself.

Despite my aversion to those men, there's a part of me that experiences a different kind of jealousy, a jealousy that whispers that I want to be the one to protect them, to hold their attention exclusively.

But it's a forbidden desire, one that I can't act upon.

My feelings are not accepted by society, and my family has their own lives to lead. So, I remain silent, watching from the shadows, my heart heavy with emotions that I can't express.

Still, come to think of it...although I never asked before, why did mom divorce her ex-husband and why don't my sisters have any boyfriends at all?

I've never asked my mom about the reasons behind her divorce, nor have I delved into why my sisters seem to keep a distance from romantic relationships.

There's an unspoken barrier that separates us when it comes to these matters, a wall I can't seem to breach.

Their lives remain enigmatic to me, hidden behind a veil that I've never been granted access to.

It's not that they've intentionally shut me out, but the secrets they guard make me wonder if there's something they're trying to shield me from.

I find myself grappling with the lack of information, a void in my understanding of their pasts and decisions.

Despite this, a sense of love and acceptance prevails.

I've come to accept them as they are, without prying too deeply into their personal histories.

It's quite remarkable how my mom's and my sisters' beauty can be compared to one another, each possessing their own distinct qualities that make them truly unique.

Even though Mom is in her forties, it's hard to guess it by looking at her.

Her skin remains incredibly smooth and flawless, unaffected by the usual signs of ageing.

No one would find any telltale signs of wrinkles or age spots on her body.

This phenomenon can be attributed to the Evolution of Change, a process that seems to have influenced the genetic makeup of each generation.

As a result, my mom seems to age like a fine wine, getting more refined with each passing year.

Her physical presence is undeniable, especially with her curvaceous figure that's hard to miss.

Standing next to her, I'm reminded of the stark height difference between us, making me feel almost childlike in her presence and her knockers are massive.

But beyond the physical, the impact of awakening has shaped us all in more ways than one.

It's worth noting that the influence of awakening goes beyond abilities, as it appears to have a significant effect on the ageing process too.

The slow and graceful ageing of the awakeners is a testament to the interconnectedness of our world, where the extraordinary abilities we possess are intricately linked with the very fabric of our being.

Nowadays, the word 'old' no longer exists in terms of beauty concept.

Even those who have lived for centuries appeared younger than they really were and had less wrinkles on their faces.

The Elderlies were a group of people who had grown over hundreds of years but had preserved their physical appearance from when they were forty years old.

One factor that made me speechless was her long white hair, like a lustrous river of champagne with gold ribbons.

It matched her delicate face, her soft round cheekbones and adorable nose, and the gentle arch of her eyebrows. Her eyes were purple with flecks of gold in them.

"Anyway, just try your best and everything will be fine," she whispered to me.

My mind had been completely lost in my thoughts before my mom abruptly broke the silence.

She bent down her body and adjusted her hair with her fingers, revealing her cleavage as she did so.

I could even make out the slight straps of her bra over her shoulders and I quickly turned away, feeling completely embarrassed and pretending to be oblivious.

Mom straightened back up and smiled at me, "Now that you look presentable, let's go in there''

My mom's smile widened as she carefully brushed the strands of hair away from her face and adjusted the straps of her dress. She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but then quickly snapped back to reality.

"Come on," she said as she gestured towards the door. I took a deep breath and followed her, trying not to drag my feet.

When we arrived at the entrance, Mom paused for a second and then boldly stepped inside.

I followed behind nervously, feeling like everyone was staring at me.

I stole glances around the room while we walked through it, admiring all of the amazing decorations and furniture.

Suddenly, something caught my eye and I couldn't rip my gaze away.

What had grabbed my attention was my mom's curves! I really wanted to touch them but now wasn't the time or place to do that!

My mind raced with thoughts but suddenly Mom started licking her lips again and smiling mischievously at me.

Did she need something? Was she thirsty? Did she need a glass of water?

"Are you ready Lil bro? We have already reached the Main Headquarter of the Association so I think it's time we should enter the entrance"

My sister Selaine urged and we began walking towards the entrance.

And I noticed how she gave a glare mom and it was weird for her to do that. I wonder why?

Did Mom do something wrong?