Chapter 0.182: The Weight of Moonlight

It was past midnight when the black marble doors of the underground training chambers creaked open. A young man stepped out, drenched in silence and sweat. His short black hair clung to his forehead, the long fringe falling just enough to obscure his left crimson eye. His clothes — a black shirt and matching pants — were torn at the shoulders and sides, exposing pale skin bruised from relentless hours of training. His bare feet tapped softly against the cold floor, each step a whisper of exhaustion.

His crimson eyes, dulled by fatigue, flickered toward the dim lanterns lining the hallway. He moved slowly, dragging himself through the halls of the obsidian palace like a shadow slipping through its birthplace. As he neared the central corridor, a servant emerged silently from the darkness.

"Young Master Jin," she whispered with a bow, her voice brittle against the echoing silence, "Lady Naoko requests your presence in her chamber."

Jin paused, half-lidded eyes narrowing slightly, not in irritation but in weary acknowledgment. His voice came out soft, nearly slurred from fatigue.

"…Understood."

He resumed walking, but his destination was different now — deeper into the heart of the palace, toward the place only three people were permitted to enter: himself, his mother, and Seon.

With every step forward, the air grew colder. The walls grew darker. And the silence… more suffocating.

He moved through endless halls until he reached the innermost sanctum — a door of obsidian carved with golden runes and ancient lunar symbols. Embedded into its surface were diamonds and crescent-shaped rubies, and at the very center blazed the sigil of the Roche family: a crescent moon cradling a dagger dipped in blood.

Jin didn't knock.

He placed his hand on the door. It opened soundlessly, as if recognizing its master's son. He stepped inside and shut it behind him.

The room was vast — larger than his own chambers — and drowned in moonlight filtering through a cathedral-sized window of stained glass shaped like the full moon. The walls were lined with tomes, rare artifacts, relics sealed in runic glass, and glass orbs floating faintly around like wisps. The air inside… was purer than any other place in the palace.

And at the center of it all, seated on a black velvet chaise, was Naoko Roche.

She was barefoot, draped in a sheer black nightgown that clung to her like smoke. The dress was short, revealing pale, flawless thighs and the curve of her full chest — she wore nothing beneath it. Her long silver hair shimmered in the moonlight like flowing mercury, cascading down her shoulders and pooling across her lap. Her silver eyes were as empty as the night sky, unreadable. Her porcelain skin glowed faintly, untainted and cold. Her face bore no expression — not cruelty, not warmth — only silence.

She turned her head slowly, those vacant silver eyes landing on her son.

"Jin," she said, her voice as still and emotionless as the void, "Come here."

He obeyed without hesitation. His steps were heavy. He dropped beside her, slumping against the side of the couch. The dark circles beneath his eyes were more visible up close.

Naoko stared at him for a moment, then spoke again in the same detached tone.

"Starting tomorrow," she said, "you will sever your contract with Nihil."

Jin blinked slowly, lifting his head.

"…Why?" he asked, his voice dazed.

"Because," Naoko replied, turning her gaze toward the window where the moon hung, "You will begin summoning the Fortress of Black Lunar Destruction — Delzeguide."

Even in his near-delirious state, Jin's crimson eyes widened faintly.

"…I can barely manipulate Silver and Violet Mana. The Black Moon is beyond me."

Naoko didn't blink.

"It is irrelevant. Each Moon has its own domain. This one… is yours to claim."

Jin looked down at his hands — bruised, bloodied. He didn't argue.

Naoko turned her face to him again.

"Tomorrow, I will overwrite your Mana Core," she said coldly. "You will inherit a core modeled after mine — a Heart of Lunar Ruin. Prepare yourself."

Jin barely managed a nod, his head already tipping sideways as sleep overtook him.

"…Yes… Mother…"

His eyes slid shut, and he collapsed against her shoulder, body limp, breath slow.

Naoko remained still.

Then, quietly, she raised a hand and brushed back his damp black hair, inspecting the wounds beneath. Her fingers traced the bruises, the cracks in his ribcage, the torn ligaments beneath the skin.

With a gentleness that felt unnatural, she cradled his head and lowered it onto her lap.

She sat there, unmoving, as he slept. His breath warmed the inside of her thighs. His black hair curled across her skin.

"Such a troublesome child…" she murmured.

Raising a finger, she summoned green lunar mana — the Mana of Restoration. A halo of emerald light wrapped around Jin's body, and slowly, the fractures began to knit themselves together. Torn muscles regenerated. Bruises faded. She placed a hand above his Mana Core, the space between his ribs glowing faintly.

Then, from her own core — from the black sun pulsing inside her chest — she transferred energy directly into his. Moonlight wrapped around them both like a cocoon of deathless silence.

When it was done, she sat back and observed.

The soft rise and fall of his chest. The way his fingers twitched in his sleep. The faint hum of mana finally flowing through his veins again.

"You never pay attention to your limits," she said softly, not as a mother would, but as a monarch chastising a general.

"I am not capable of love. That is a defect I no longer possess. But I do not neglect what is mine. You are my child. And I will not lose what I created."

She gently lifted him again, this time with a gesture of telekinesis. His sleeping form floated gently onto her bed, where she laid him carefully. She removed his gloves, unfastened his boots, and covered him in a soft obsidian silk blanket.

Then she climbed onto the bed herself, resting beside him, her silver eyes never leaving his face.

For hours, she didn't sleep.

She merely watched.

Silently… like the moon.

Like death.

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Heat: Do you want Naoko rotschy to be your mother? 🍑🍑🍑

Tomorrow I will start uploading more chapters because ok 

But really I was looking for more ideas and additions, especially for the rest of the Seven Moons and the demons, and also the Frost family and Sarafina. 

Question: What would happen if you licked Naoko's breast? 😋😋🥛