Guilt

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She knelt there, staring up at him with wide, confused eyes. Her hands remained locked on her tits as if silently hoping for more.

My son… His cum's all over me… What have I let happen? Her mind screamed. He fucked my tits… called me a whore… and I didn't stop him.

"You… you shouldn't have done that," she finally whispered, her gaze flickering between his cock and the sticky mess coating her chest.

Zhang Fei chuckled, crouching down to her level. His cock swung close, and she flinched instinctively.

"Shouldn't? You loved it, you dirty bitch—look at you, still holding those tits out for me," he teased, reaching out to smear his cum across her nipple. She gasped, a shiver running through her.

He's right… I didn't push him away… What's wrong with me? She thought, her pussy dripping despite the guilt eating at her.

He stood up and got dressed, tucking his cock away with a smirk. "C'mon, Mother, don't act all holy now—bet you're wet as fuck down there," he said, his eyes dropping to her bushy pussy.

She jolted, covering herself tighter, "That's enough, Zhang Fei!" she snapped, but her voice cracked, betraying her as her thighs pressed together, his words striking uncomfortably close to the truth.

Zhang Fei cracked his neck, sensing her inner turmoil, and grinned wider. "Guess we're stuck together now, huh? Better get used to it," he teased, turning to step out of the bath.

Her eyes locked onto his retreating figure as she sighed, feeling his cum slowly drip down her tit. I let my son… do this to me, she thought, her face burning with shame. She hugged herself tighter, trying to hide the mess, but under that guilt, a new throbbing desire that she couldn't explain began to form.

She was aroused, and she hated it; she couldn't stop it.

His cock… how is it so big? Her mind spiraled, flashing back to that thick, veiny monster swinging free and fucking her tits like it owned her. She had felt it, every inch sliding and cumming all over her, and now the image was branded into her brain.

It's not normal… He's not normal, she thought, pressing her thighs together.

Zhang Fei's filthy words echoed—"You loved it, you dirty bitch"—and part of her really did. Even now, as his cum cooled on her skin, her body kept betraying her.

What am I becoming? She wondered, staring at the empty doorway.

**

Meanwhile, Zhang Fei walked back to his room with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He fell onto the bed, stretching his arms with a groan.

"Yes, that was good alright—nothing beats fucking a big-titted MILF," he muttered, still feeling her wet tits around his cock.

The system joined in, its usual loli voice cutting through the silence. "Hey host, how did it feel fucking your mother?" it asked.

Zhang Fei froze mid-stretch, his smirk fading slightly. "Mother?" he said, then laughed. "Hmmm, I don't know—I feel nothing, really. Maybe because I know she isn't my actual mother, just some chick who raised me."

His mind drifted back to that blurry moment when he had first woken up in this world. His eyes had opened to some strange woman sobbing and begging for forgiveness, calling him her son.

The loli system giggled. "Oh, nice, you're not as dumb as you look!"

Zhang Fei snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh, fuck off, system—you little shit, acting like you know me," he fired back, kicking the air like he could punch the damn thing.

But despite his carefree nature, something about his real mother remained stuck in his mind. He lifted himself up on an elbow and stared at the ceiling.

"What the hell's this feeling?" he muttered, rubbing his jaw. His cock had finally softened, but his mind was spinning out of control.

Is it this body? Some leftover soul is making me feel weird about that woman—the one who might actually be my bio-mom? He wondered, frowning as the memory resurfaced.

He snorted, trying to brush it off, but it clung to him—like this body's old soul was whispering shit he didn't want to hear.

"Ain't my problem, right? I'm here, banging MILFs—what's some mom I never met got to do with it?" He grumbled.

With those damn thoughts running wild in his head, Zhang Fei tossed and turned until he drifted off to sleep. He woke up way past morning, with spit drooling down his chin like a fucking dog.

"Where the fuck am I?" he muttered, blinking slowly, wiping the drool off with the back of his hand.

Just then, a sharp knock on the door snapped him out of it, jolting him straight. "Shit, who's that?" he grumbled, rolling off the bed and opening the door.

Luo Yan stood there in his black-and-silver hanfu with smirk tugging at his lips.

Zhang Fei tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. What's this cool teacher doing here? he thought, scratching his abs.

"Yo, Luo Yan, what's up?" He said, mirroring his smirk.

Luo Yan's eyes ran over him, sizing him up and down like studying him.