Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 275: Mother Or Lover? - Part 2

”How long are you gonna stay in bed?!” Maria exclaimed the moment she entered Miloʼs room, her tight yet sultry demeanour still clearly reflected in a sideways lean and her hanging cleavage. She was looking for any excuse to criticize Milo and keep control of the crown to herself as long as possible.

”Get out!” Viola shot back, her eyes widened with surprise.

Giving herself a moment to look around with a frown, Maria finally noticed her son lying on the ground with his dick hanging out. And with bite marks around his belly and a sloppy trail of saliva and cum lathered over his dick, she got a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the room before she got in.

A look of disgust took over her face, and as Milo tried to get up embarrassed about the whole thing, she came rushing towards him, her fists clenched in rage. However, using her magic, Viola moved the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Milo and before Maria could get any closer, she moved in between the two to stop her.

”What the hell were you doing to my son?!” Maria screamed, slapping Violaʼs hand off of her chest.

”Mom, stop!” Milo retorted, the embarrassment of being seen nude by his mother still clearly reflected in his eyes.

”Maria, get away from him,” Viola warned her as well, she didnʼt want things to get any uglier.

But being who she was a narcissistic monarch, Maria instead grabbed Viola by her hair and pulled it towards her so hard that the strands were violently tugging on her scalp.

”AGHH! LET GO!” Feeling the hurt seeping through her cranium, Viola tried to get Maria off, but before she could the queen flung her nude body against the frame of Miloʼs bed.

”SHIT!” Thankfully, only halfway through the drop, Milo managed to catch Viola and pulled her far away from his mother.

Letting her recover from the pain in his arms–the blanket now fallen off, he glared at Maria barely holding back on the worst curses he could hurl at her. But as she returned his gaze in the same manner, he instead decided to call her by the name that felt was the most deserving of her.

”Youʼre a fucking whore, mother. A jealous whore that wants to take what little her bastard son has left in his life. It pricks you, doesnʼt it? Seeing me happy! Because you know you, you just know…that with your hyena-like hunger for anything and everything, you canʼt ever enjoy the simple things in your life!”

Shellshocked by his words, Maria stood frozen in place, utterly unable to grasp the fact that her own son was saying such things to her face. Heʼd always been someone that sheʼd kept under her thumb, all so she could use him when the time came.

”WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” She yelled charging towards the duo, but before she could move more than a few steps, both Milo and Viola stretched their left arm forward and froze Mariaʼs legs in a block of solid ice. ”WH-WHAT?!”

Glancing down at her heels now encased in clear ice, her anger only grew some further. Expressing it into a visceral scream, she lifted her head back up. However, what met her eyes was both Milo and Viola inches from her face right before they touched her. A gust of strong winter winds flung her through the room and dropped her ass against the hard floors out of the entrance.

With a gesture of their hands, the duo locked the lock with yet another gust. And ensuring she couldnʼt barge in again, they froze the handles into a case of ice. Staying in each otherʼs arms for a moment while Maria howled and screamed outside, the two tried to comfort each other.

”YOUʼRE NOT GONNA SLEEP WITH THAT SPIRIT ANYMORE! YOUʼRE GONNA MARRY ANOTHER ROYALTY LIKE YOUR SISTER IS SUPPOSED TO!” Still screaming into the door, Maria wanted to lure her son out of the spiritʼs grasp. But her own actions and behaviour had turned her into the last person Milo would listen to right now.

”ONCE YOUR SISTERʼS MARRIAGE IS DONE THE COMING WEEK IʼM GONNA CHOOSE YOUR QUEEN SO DONʼT YOU DARE TRY TO DO ANYTHING STUPID!”

Hoping to scare Milo from having sex with Viola, Maria wanted them to stay far away so there wouldnʼt be any chance of them having a kid out of wedlock. The hypocrisy was obvious to her, however, she simply didnʼt care enough for her children to let her affect her.

”This stupid bitch…” Milo heaved inside the room, disgusted by Mariaʼs lack of self-awareness.

”You can say that again,” Viola added, and the two stayed in each otherʼs arms until the queen gave up and walked away.

Finally letting go, the duo got themselves dressed and ready to leave for the throne room. Much work needed to be done, especially since the queen was incompetent at everything except being a pain in the butt.

Like any other day, the nobility, dukes and duchess were all gathered in the hall, waiting for Milo since they too were tired of Mariaʼs incompetence. At first, when heʼd crown, Milo was seen as too naive and frugal being the son of such a woman.

The nobles even had plans to rebel, but they were quickly dropped thanks to his effective leadership and a bit of help from Markusʼs greatest ability–scaring his enemies to submission.

ʼA fine king heʼll make with wisdom, but for now…ʼ Standing guard near Miloʼs feet, Markusʼs eyes shifted to Maria. Eyeing Milo as he sat on the throne with Viola standing beside him, she appeared visibly upset so much so that her hands were bleeding from her nails digging into her own palms in anger. ʼA mother who canʼt let go or simply doesnʼt like to lose control can prove to be difficult.ʼ

Wondering if he should bring up the matter with Milo and discuss with the new king what to do with her, Markusʼs eyes shifted through the crowd again. This time they stopped on yet another member of the royal family, Miloʼs sister Tia.

ʼLetʼs hope you donʼt have her dumb genes, girl, especially since youʼd be making your own kid soon enough.ʼ Her wedding was not more than a few weeks in the future, Markus truly hoped that the daughter would break the chain of being so arrogant as her parents. Milo had already done so, but he suspected it to be the dead soldierʼs sensibility with whom Maria had slept to conceive him.

”Let the council commence!” His thoughts interrupted by Miloʼs words, Markus shook those thoughts out of his head and much like everyone but Maria, focused on his job instead.