NTR SAGAS

Knock!

A knock resounded within the room and Xinemi who was busy enjoying Lucas ploughing her pussy, clicked her tongue upon hearing this unwelcome interruption.

Lucas merely raised a brow when he gestured to her to go and find out who it was.

"I apologise, Master. It must be some foolish servant. I will have them executed at the earliest," Xinmei said with an apologetic face.

She then deactivated the isolation array and asked in a stern, cold voice, "Who dares to knock at this hour?"

Yiman, who was standing outside, felt bad, wondering if he caught her in an uncomfortable hour.

Still, now that he was already here, he answered with a brief smile, "It's me, mother. I just…It has been so many years since we got separated. I only wanted to spend more time with you if you aren't busy now."

Xinmei's eyes widened upon realising that it was her son standing outside.

"Isn't this interesting?" Lucas smiled as he looked at her.

Xinmei became flustered as she said, "I will tell him to leave, Master. I can always talk to him tomorrow. You don't have to leave," Xinmei felt her heart ache, knowing how much Yiman missed her.

But she can't offend her Master and make him leave, especially when she barely gets any time alone with him.

Lucas gently smiled and caressed her face with the back of his hand as he said, "Why sacrifice a quality moment with your son when we both can get what we want."

"Master?" Xinmei had a confused face but her heart pounded upon realising what he was talking about.

Yiman stood just a few paces from the door, hesitating for a moment, his hand raised as if to knock again and ask if it was a bad time since she wasn't responding.

However, before he could proceed, the distinct, melodious voice of Xinmei wafted from behind the door, freezing him in his tracks.

"Patience, Yiman," she chided gently, her voice echoing with a blend of warmth and authority, "I am in the middle of preparing a powerful array. I cannot leave this room until tomorrow."

Yiman sighed audibly, chastising himself internally for his impatience. The weight of missed opportunities and unspoken feelings weighed heavily on his heart. Just as he was about to turn away, contemplating a return visit on the morrow, Xinmei's voice graced his ears once more.

"If you don't mind standing outside, we can still converse," she offered, the tone in her voice suggesting she too yearned for the conversation.

His heart skipped a beat, a smile slowly forming on his face, "I wouldn't mind at all," Yiman responded, his voice tinged with gratitude and anticipation. To himself, he mused, I'd stand all night if it means I can just talk to you.

The ornate patterns on the door began to shift and morph, forming a clear, translucent section just in front of Yiman.

He blinked in surprise, but what caught him off-guard wasn't the magical transformation of the door.

It was the vision of his mother, Xinmei, standing right before him.

Her face, flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, bore a determined and focused expression.

But as Yiman's gaze drifted lower, he realized he could see further down than he had anticipated. The sight of her delicate collarbone transitioning to her soft cleavage made him gulp instinctively, feeling a warm sensation down there.

But that was it. He couldn't see anything below her cleavage except the door.

Quickly lifting his eyes back to her face, he tried to maintain his composure, but a tinge of redness had already colored his face, his heart racing.

Xinmei, noting his slightly awkward stance, winced slightly.

"I had to remove my dress," she began, her voice as melodic as ever but slightly breathless, hinting at her exertion, "Preparing this array is an exceptionally taxing process, and my clothing was becoming... restrictive and uncomfortable."

She was really standing naked before him? Yiman had never seen such an alluring side of his mother. She looked even more beautiful and still elegant. If only he could…

Yiman quickly looked to the side, giving her as much privacy as he could in the peculiar situation while fighting off his deepest thoughts, "I-I understand," he managed to say, trying to shift the topic away from her attire, or lack thereof, "But...why would you exhaust yourself in this manner? Surely, there are others skilled enough to assist or take over."

"AhN!~"

"Mother?!"

The intermittent moan that suddenly came from Xinmei were jarring to Yiman, and he could see the fleeting moments of discomfort on her face. His heart lurched with a strange mix of concern and unease upon seeing something so unexpected.

"Mother...are you certain this is alright?" he finally managed to voice out, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and comfort her, even if there was a door separating them.

Xinmei paused for a moment, her eyes reflecting a momentary vulnerability that she quickly masked, "It's just a side effect, my son," she murmured, trying to sound reassuring. "The array I'm creating is complex, and it demands a deep connection with my qi. These..HnNn~…sensations are temporary, but I must endure them to ensure the array's success."

"But surely, there must be someone else? A trained array expert, or even a team, who could assist or take over?" Yiman's voice quivered slightly with both concern and frustration as her face only continued to become redder and her beautiful eyes misty.

She sighed, her gaze softened with a motherly warmth. "T…The intricacies of this particular array require my personal touch. Trust me, my son. I've been through more challenging ordeals…MnnN~"

Yiman looked down, biting his lower lip, the weight of his emotions evident in his eyes. Seeing her in pain just stirred something inside him, a feeling he couldn't quite grasp.

She chuckled softly, though the sound was cut short by another twinge of pain, "OohMnn~ It's natural for a child to be concerned about their parent. But Yiman, you are a king, and I am an empress. We've faced countless challenges and have been molded by them. This is but a fleeting moment."

Taking a deep breath, Yiman nodded, trying to suppress the tumultuous emotions inside. "Very well, Mother. I believe you. Just... promise me you'll seek help if it becomes too much."

Xinmei's eyes sparkled with a combination of warmth and restlessness, "Of course, my son. Always the protective one, aren't you? Rest well. Tomorrow, we have a lot of important things to do…AhMnnn~" Yiman reluctantly stepped away from the door, but he couldn't shake off the odd sensation in his heart, one of deep concern and an inexplicable dread.

Something just didn't seem right and as a man with experience in a lot of things, why did it seem like she was…No! He shouldn't overthink this and just talk to her tomorrow.

However, he had no idea that right behind the door, a man was devouring the pussy of his mother while his hands were squeezing her heavy breasts.

The moment Yiman left, Lucas licked his lips and rubbed her swollen labia as he asked, "You became quite tight whenever he asked you if you were alright. Seems like we need more mother and son talking sessions if it turns you on more."

"Sigh, Master, why do you have to be so merciless? I could have gotten caught by my own son," Xinmei purred with a pout, though on the inside, her heart was pounding since she was truly scared wondering if Yiman would have found out.

But how could she refuse her Master when he told her to talk to her son from behind the door and even show her face?

Never before had her will been tested so harshly. Resisting the magic of his tongue inside her pussy from breaking her bearings for so long was a feat she was confident nobody else could manage.