I suddenly became the villain and I liked it

A desperate plea



R-18 chapter

Do I believe this woman?

“Does father know?”

“N-no.”

“Why does he not know? You have spent all your time with him but you never told him.”

“W-when I told my parents about it, they had a negative reaction. Th-they thought that I was a creepy child and it scared them. They forbade me from mentioning it to anyone because it will scare any potential spouse away.”

Do I believe this woman?

“So, no one else knows about this?”

“Y-yes. My parents died a long time ago and I have never told anyone.”

What should I do? Whether or not this is true is no longer the problem. I do not have a way to prove what she is saying is the truth. I do not know enough about this woman to ask her about specific things. No. It is useless to think about it. Whether or not it is true no longer matters. She has chosen me and now I will use her. So, I use my foot to pleasure her between the legs and the other to play with her breasts. Balance? Screw balance.

“Eek!”

She shivers. I noticed that she had already been wet when my legs were between her legs.

“Disgusting pig. You are wet just from your daughter’s legs!? You disgust me.”

I move my toes as I speak to her.

“N-no.”

“Then why are you so wet!? Just your daughter’s foot in your mouth enough to arouse you? You disgusting fucking pig!?”

“I-I am sorry.”

“So, why did you do it? Why are you doing this?”

I ignore her apology as I continue to move using my toes. Since I am using both feet at the same time while standing, their movements are slow. It is just enough to bring someone to the brink but not finish.

“H-huh?”

“Focus woman!”

“Eek!”

I stomp on her breasts as she elicits a shriek.

“Answer me. Why did you choose me?”

“I-I just wanted to be a mother to you.”

Her words infuriate me. I stop what I am doing and stomp on her face.

“You are years late for that!”

Tears stream down from her eyes.

“I-I know that!”

“Then why now? Why only now!? Why were you not my mother when I needed you!?”

“I-I was scared! I-I did not know what to do!”

“All! You! Had! To! Do! Was! Defend! Me!”

I stomp on her face after every word.

“All I wanted you to do was try! THAT WAS IT! But did you!? DID YOU!? NO!? YOU LET HIM FUCK YOU IN FRONT OF ME AS A LESSON! A LESSON!”

“P-please stop. You are hurting yourself.”

I stop to catch my breathe and I look at my foot. This frail body of mine. There is not bleeding but there are bruises now on my foot. I climb down and sit on the bed. I can feel my sorrow and it begs me to let it out but I refuse. Tears are not needed in this life of mine. I force myself to keep it together.

“Why now?”

“I-“

I wait for her words but hesitation stops her again.

“You are already too late! So, why now!? Why!?”

This time I wait. I patiently wait for her answer. Something inside me is telling me that I must wait. This is something that I cannot rush.

“Your face that day continues to show up in my mind every day. This is a curse brought upon my memory. I could never forget your face. The face that you had when we did so in front of you. It is always ingrained in my memory.”

I do not reply and let her speak. I force myself to not be brought to tears.

“I always wanted to spend time with you. But he said that I should leave you alone. That I was a burden to your growth. I wanted to try to speak to you but that face always appeared in my mind.”

Is she shifting the blame to father? Typical. I wanted to reply but I decide not to. I must listen to all of it.

“I had already given up so long ago. But then, you called for me. My heart shook. I did not know what emotion that I had but knowing that I still excited in your eyes was enough to change me.”

I stand up and look at her. I stared at her and listened. Her face showed a manic expression of utter joy. It was a disgusting look.

“It did not matter to me what it was about. I was happy. No matter what you did. No matter what you wanted to do. It did not matter. I just wanted to spend time with my daughter.”

A creepy smile appears on her face. A smile of lunacy and desperation. But it was that very smile that aroused me. I smile back to her.

“Then, I will grant your wish. But you will have to follow my orders from now on.”

“Anything! I will do anything! Please, just let me spend any time with you!”

“Then, find all of my father’s ledgers and copy them down to even his own handwriting.”

“O-okay! I will do my best.”

“Good. I should give you a reward then.”

“Huh?”

I climb back up to the bed. I hook both of her legs under my arms and position my good foot on top of her wet slit.

“Feel free to enjoy yourself.”

“Oough!”

I grind my foot as I step on it. I grind it over and over again.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

“You like that? You like that you disgusting pig? Getting off on your daughter’s feet?”

“Oooh! Aaagh!”

I no longer cared as I continued to crush and grind. She had climaxed multiple times and I kept forcing her to even when she had already lost consciousness. After some time, my foot was a wet mess because of her juices. I step on her body to her face. Her eyes had already closed and her mouth was open with drool coming out of it. I kick her face until she wakes up.

“Lick it. It is disgusting and I want it cleaned.”

She had clearly not regained full consciousness as she licked my foot. After I felt it was enough I climbed down the bed and exited the room. Head maid and Sylvia were there.

“I am done. Go and clean her up. You already know what you should not do, head maid.”

I do not look at head maid as Sylvia follows me. My hatred for mother has lessened. I do hope that you provide me with a wonderful show in the future mother. It would be one that head maid would love to see.

Is this what they call a mother's love?


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