Miserable

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(Leon's POV)

The count already had a wife who obviously wasn't to happy when her husband brought home another women and she didn't hesitate to make our lives miserable from the beginning. Of course my mother being the counts mistress had some advantages like being able to learn how to read and write, As well as train with mana.

My elder sister Carla quickly took to mana like a fish in water even enough to earn the favor of the count. Unfortunately for me I was pathetic barely being able to creat mana channels without killing myself, I kept trying despite the minuscule amount of progress I made over time but my only problem wasn't the countess. She had two sons slightly younger than me that loved to make my life a living hell.

Noah and Liam would rough me up with the excuse that it was training and spread rumors that eventually led to me having a bad reputation around the city. Noah wasn't smart but was witty enough to get out of any situation, His bother on the other hand was a mindless brute who had a slightly bigger frame despite being younger than me.

Those two were true bastards but they weren't stupid making sure to never take it far enough where the count got involved, And it it was just enough to make me wish I had never left the village. My mother was constantly in the company of the count leaving me and my elder sister alone most of the time.

I probably would have tried to kill the two bratty nobles if I didn't have Carla to keep me from going insane, She was like a second mother to me always making sure I was alright whenever she had free time from training. Life continued and my strength grew and although it wasn't an impressive leap I was still pleased with my progress.

"F~FUCK!"

Yet compared to the countesses children who had the full backing of a noble family I was still utterly weak. I didn't understand at the time that hard work was useless which led to me challenge one of those bastards to a fight, I was utterly defeated Noah who was younger then me and beaten to the point I had multiple broken bones.

My mother was horrified when I came back home late at night in such a state crying while treating me. She begged me to tell her what happened and my pride held out for a while until her face of sadness forced me to speak. I told her about everything, About how the countesses sons used me as their personal punching bag and the fact I had challenged one of them.

I had never seen my mother so angry before as she told me she would take care of it. She tried to storm out the room saying everything would be alright, I tried to stop her in fear that my mother would anger the count but she wouldn't listen. I was left alone with a throbbing body and Carla tending to my wounds while calling me an idiot throughout the night.

The next day my mother came back in the morning disheveled reminding me of old times from the village. Her hair was a mess and her clothing torn as if ravaged by an animal, My mother smiled at me stroking my head and telling me that everything was good know and that Liam and Noah wouldn't bother me anymore.

My eyes at the time left her smiling face and landed on her blouse that had obviously been torn creating a V neck. My mother's large prominent chest stuck showing me the creamy chocolate bosom of endless fat, Yet it was impossible to miss the teeth marks that were littered across her smooth skin.

I wasn't stupid and knew my mother had went to the count to convince him to control his sons. That old bastard definitely didn't go easy on her leaving an uncomfortable feeling in my chest, But deep down there was a small part of me that was joyful that my mother had handled the situation even if she had to use her body to do so.

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