Death Match(3)

"Ahn~! Vincent, don't touch mommy's second tit, you will ruin my dress with milk because they are too full" Amelina groans, due to the fullness of her jugs.

However, Vincent doesn't stop there, like a stubborn baby, he moves his hand towards her second tit again, to grab and knead it.

Amelina raises her brow when she sees Vincent still trying to grab her second tit, despite pushing his small hand away. Then she says, "Aren't you overeating, little Vincent?" Amelina puffs her cheek in frustration at Vincent's struggles to grab her second breast.

Vincent, on the other hand, is intentionally troubling his mother, as he enjoys seeing her face turn red whenever he plays with her boobs. He begins to cry the moment Amelina doesn't allow him to touch her second breast. He wants to bite the nipple that he is suckling so that she can wince in pain, but he doesn't have any teeth in his mouth, so he resorts to crying instead.

Amelina sighs at her baby and mumbles, "Okay fine, ruin mommy's dress and do as you wish, it's not like you can finish even 1 percent of my milk, yet you are eyeing the second one. Like father like son" Amelina resigns to her fate and allows her baby to grab her breasts as he wishes.

Vincent grins and exposes his mother's tits to the open, making Amelina feel embarrassed. However, she doesn't mind since it is only Savina and Hilda that are sitting beside her. Vincent doesn't stop there though, next  he gathers all the strength he can muster and glances at his mom's left tit, which is overloaded with milk, then he grabs and applies pressure on it.

Pushi! Pushi! Pushi!

Jet streams of milk shoots out of Amelina's tits and sprays the empty chair that is in front of her.

At this rate, Amelina's face is beet red and she can't take it anymore, so she withdraws her tits from Vincent's hands and packages them back inside her cup bra.

At this point, Savina and Hilda can't hold back their laughter at the fight between Amelina and her son over her breasts. 

When Vincent sees that his tactics are not working he resorts to his last option. 

"Activate puppy eyes," Vincent mumbles.

[Puppy eyes have been activated, the host can now beg for candies and sweets] 

Vincent's eyes suddenly starts to turn moist and mist begins to form in his eyes. When Amelina sees Vincent's eyes, her heart squeezes at his pitiful state, but she shakes her head and says, "Those eyes of yours won't work on me today. I can't let you ruin my dress with milk" Amelina asserts and she passes Vincent to Hilda so that she won't have to see his puppy eyes again, as she is afraid that she will end up changing her mind.

Hilda blushes and carries Vincent in her arms. Meanwhile her heart races, as she thinks that if Vincent decides to compensate himself with her small breasts, the strange water may come out of her private part again. 

However, for some reason, Vincent doesn't touch her cherries.

Mimi suddenly appears, hovering above Vincent, but she only makes herself visible to him.

[Fufufu, Master, your degenerate nature is exceptional, don't tell me that you are also lusting after your mom] Mini grins as she teases Vincent.

Vincent squints his eyes at Mimi's claims and replies, "No way am I going to do that! My mom is beautiful and lovely, she deserves happiness and not a perverted son that will want to see what's underneath her skirt. However, as long as I'm alive, I won't allow her to marry a scumbag" Vincent replies telepathically.

Mini scoffs and retorts, "What if she's horny or her pussy needs servicing, how will she service herself without a husband?" Mimi folds her arms and waits patiently for Vincent's reply.

Realization hits Vincent and he acknowledges how stupid he is being, after all, his mom is a human being and she'll also need to satisfy her lust with men and Vincent doesn't want that either.

"Fuck off! You tiny bitch" Vincent curses.

[Hehehe,  Master, maybe you will take responsibility for your mom in the future] Mimi giggles and sits on Hilda's shoulder.

"You are wrong Mimi, I will never do that. If she sees a nice man that loves her and her children without any hidden agenda, I will gladly allow her to marry, she deserves happiness, not a son that has tons of bad karma " Vincent shakes his head as he replies.

[That is a great decision master, I thought that you were already consumed by your mother's beauty and your pickle is planning to see what is underneath her skirt] Mimi replies and enters Vincent's body.

Shortly afterwards, Vincent falls asleep in Hilda's arms and 20 minutes later, the carriage suddenly comes to a halt, causing Vincent's body to flinch and wake up.

"Your highness, we have arrived at the event," the driver says as he immediately comes down from the carriage to open the door for Amelina and her children. Amelina collects Vincent from Hilda and carries him in her arms as she comes down from the carriage after her older sons had already stepped down.

The moment Amelina steps out of the carriage, Vincent notices that they are in some kind of stadium with a large field and about a thousand rows of chairs.

While he was still in his thoughts, a lean old man in a white robe suddenly dashes towards his mom and bows his head.

"Good day, marquis Amelina, it's my pleasure to see you here, the deathmatch is about to begin, and his majesty wants everyone to be present, please follow me, so that I can show you the seats that have been reserved for you and your children." The man bows again and gestures with his hand for Amelina to follow him.

"Thank you Noman, please lead the way," Amelina replies with a slight bow.

The man smiles when he sees that Amelina respects him despite being above him in status.

The old man nods his head and begins to lead Amelina and her children towards the stairs that are built with gold and silver, making Vincent wonder how much resources were wasted on the stairs.

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Note: Yo guys, I'm sorry for the slow pacing, I want to make this novel a slow startup before the Mc finally becomes op. Vote with your power stones if you wish to support this novel. Thanks.