Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 370: The Making Of A Cuck Son - Part 4(18+)

After being slapped in his friendʼs house and then dragged through the streets by his ears, Ray was red in the face with embarrassment but the moment his mother took him into their house, that embarrassment quickly turned to resentment and anger.

”LET GO OF ME!” He screamed, shoving her away.

”Ahhh!” Aura screamed, about to crash into a wall. However, catching her sister before she could hit her head, Tanya prevented her from falling, all the while Ray rushed into his room to escape punishment. ”Where did that–”

Getting back on her feet with Tanyaʼs help, Aura watched her son slamming the door shut followed by the sound of something heavy being moved on the other side. Baffled that he would do such a thing, Aura stood frozen in place–unsure whether to force her way into his room to beat some sense into him or just let him be an idiot–like he already was.

”I HOPE YOUʼD JOINED THE ARMY LIKE YOUR FATHER AND DIED THAN DOING THESE THINGS!” In her anger, she yelled those words at the top of her lungs, but just a second after sheʼd spoken she instantly regretted them.

Even Tanya was shocked by her sisterʼs crudeness. To some degree, she didnʼt want to see a lesser man around her sister, even if it was her own son, but on the other hand, it was obvious that sheʼd gone too far too quickly.

”I DONʼT CARE! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Knowing exactly what he had been dragged through the streets for, Ray didnʼt want to face his mother and simply wished to be left alone in his room with his collection of stolen underwear.

”I-Iʼm sorry, I didnʼt mean that!” Rushing over to the door, Aura began slamming her hands against it, demanding that it be opened. But even as she rattled the doorknob, her son refused to unlock the door. ”Iʼm sorry! You know I love you, sweetheart. Itʼs just that I donʼt know whatʼs gotten into you these days. You know what youʼre doing is wrong!”

Her words fell on deaf ears as Ray was huddled up in his bed with his ears covered. Shielding himself from the banging on the door, he glanced around the room, already hoping that Aura would go away so he could scramble his mind some more with masturbation.

ʼAll this in one day, huh?ʼ The day wasnʼt even over and things have escalated far more than Tanya had expected. It gave her courage to push some more, but not before pulling Aura away from the door and sitting her on the living room couch. Letting the mother collect her thoughts for a bit, she tried to speak up, but a sharp glare from Aura shut her mouth.

”We need to go get that thing from the maze tonight…” Arua mumbled, her hands clasped in prayer.

Burning in a mix of anger and frustration, the mother wanted to end this madness as soon as possible. She wanted her son to focus on his studies or if he wanted to quit then at least try to get into the royal army. Either way, his depraved thoughts had to be shackled with an iron-linked chain–or rather a cage of chastity that pushed his dick down until it laid flat as a button at its base.

”Alright, if you say so…” Pretending as if she wasnʼt excited for this development, Tanya got off the couch with a pat on her knees. ”Get ready, I havenʼt directly been there before so, I think itʼs best if we get there early and leave before the weirdos show up down there.”

”Yeah fine, whatever…” Resting her head against her hand, Aura seemed utterly defeated by her circumstances. She wanted things to improve, but before they could, her situation was bound to get worse.

While Tanya was off to her house to prepare for the night, the thought of what would soon transpire rushed through Auraʼs mind. From the tension between her and her son to the fact that she would be putting on chastity on her own sonʼs cock. The thought revolted her, having to go anywhere near that thing.

Sheʼd seen it often before and something in recent memory as well, however, touching it wasnʼt something she was looking forward to.

ʼI should get some gloves while I do it…ʼ Deciding on using gloves, she unknowingly stole perhaps the first and last touch of a woman her sonʼs dick was ever gonna get. But being his mother, she wasnʼt interested in his perverse indulgence. Instead, wondering if she could get something more to control her son, she kept her mind racing for more objects that she could buy in the maze.

ʼMaybe some sort of medicine to help him control his libido better?ʼ

Unaware of the numerous side effects of medicines from the maze, she decided on grabbing a handful of bottles that may or may not worsen her sonʼs sorry excuse of a dick. Tanya had similar plans, although hers were intentional.

She had been a woman who preferred superior men since meeting Raven, but the spell of forgetfulness seemed to have elevated her desire for the strong, and not just for her but everyone she knew and loved, even if a little.

Much like her sister, Tanya couldnʼt help but wonder exactly how this mess would end. At points she desired unhinged pain in her nephewʼs eyes, at the other, she wished for a rather slow gentle bleeding of his heart.

ʼIf he wanna see her getting fucked by another man, then thereʼs no need for him to have access to his dick, isnʼt that right?ʼ Her hands reached forward in the air, thinking of herself tearing off her nephewʼs cock and balls. The spell and the circumstances surrounding it had affected her much, but this desire to ruin Ray was drawn out of her newfound freedom of will and thought. Stay updated via

”Seems like the fae-kid rubbed off on this woman a bit more than I wouldʼve expected,” said the goddess Athenia, watching over Tanya since everyone else was either chilling in the mansion garden or on a date with Raven. ”That or sheʼs letting out her true self, which doesnʼt seem unlikely, but the violent tendencies would serve her better if they remained in her heart.”

Freedom, it was a liberating thing, but not everyone experienced it the same. For a regular person exploring their own desires wouldʼve been their first priority after having lived under an abusive manʼs hand.

But Tanya on the other hand was drawn to the nefarious, perhaps it was the spell after all, or maybe her subconscious way of taking out her anger on loser cucks that even faintly resembled her husband.

ʼTonight, weʼll see how it goes then…ʼ Thought the woman, smiling sinisterly at her own image in the mirror.