Chapter 19:- Mission Incomplete

(Samuel's POV)

As I sat there, my mom slipped away into the bathroom. The silence in the room was heavy, like the air itself didn't want to move. I could hear the water running and her muffled sobs from behind the door, and it made my chest tighten. I hated seeing her like this, especially knowing that I was part of the reason.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing in particular, trying to make sense of everything. My mind was still clouded from last night, but the more I thought about it, the clearer the details became.

I wasn't sure how I felt—confused, mostly. Confused and guilty, the guilt wasn't that I had had sex with my own mom, but it was because I enjoyed having sex with my mom so much that I wanted more of it. But I knew one thing for sure: this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

I let out a deep breath, running a hand through my hair. That's when I noticed the system's familiar notification popping up in the corner of my vision. Reluctantly, I pulled it up, hoping for some kind of explanation.

[Mission Update: Incomplete]

Incomplete? I frowned, confused. We'd… done everything, right? I thought about last night, about the moments leading up to… well, everything. What was missing?

Before I could dwell on it, Gaia's voice rang through the system, her tone casual, like we weren't dealing with the aftermath of something pretty serious.

"Hey, just so you know, what happened last night wasn't because of your 'rizz'," she said with a light chuckle. "Your mom was completely under the influence of alcohol. It's not your rizz that got her in bed with you. So it cannot be considered a success."

I blinked, staring at the system's text as her words sunk in. Not my Rizz.

Gaia continued, "Although this could be considered Rizz later on, but since this is your first mission, you need to actually rizz her up.

You didn't really do anything yourself this time, so it doesn't count as a success yet. The mission's incomplete until you get her to want you, when she's sober"

I stared at the screen, my heart sinking. I had to rizz her up properly? Well I don't really know how or what to do. This was already too insane.

But I knew how the system worked. I couldn't just walk away from this mission given how things won't move further until I completed it.

Well to be honest, what I really thought and was worried about was that, "How am I supposed to rizz her back up, in just mere 10-12 days, that too when she's acting all guilty and might as well start putting in more distance."

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Fuck it, I'll think about it as the the day goes ahead." I muttered under my breath, glancing towards the bathroom door.

This wasn't going to be easy. She was already filled with guilt, and now I had to somehow get her to see me in… that way. Especially when she's sober.

"Great," I grumbled, standing up from the bed.

There was no point in sitting around feeling all helplessness now that the bullet has already left the gun. I needed to focus. If I was going to do this, I'd have to be smart about it, and make sure it comes out as natural as possible.

For now, I decided to clean up—try to make things feel a little more normal, even though nothing about this situation was normal.

I grabbed a clean set of clothes from the closet and dressed quickly, not wanting to linger too long on last night's events.

The bed was a mess, and I started fixing it, straightening out the sheets, fluffing the pillows. It gave me something to focus on, something to keep my hands busy while my mind raced.

As I moved around the room, picking up stray clothes and wiping down the nightstand, I couldn't help but feel the weight of everything that had happened.

My mom—my mom—had been drunk, confused, and looking for comfort. And I'd been the one there. The one she turned to.

I glanced back at the bathroom door, hearing the faint sound of water running and her quiet sobs. My chest tightened again. This wasn't her fault.

She was lonely, grieving, and she had turned to me in a moment of weakness. It wasn't something she planned, and I knew that.

But now, I had to figure out how to handle things from here. The system was clear—if I didn't complete the mission, this situation would hang over me like a dark cloud.

And as much as I didn't want to manipulate her feelings, I knew I had no choice. Gaia wouldn't let me off the hook that easily, especially now that I know what's at stake .

I finished making the bed, smoothing out the last wrinkle on the sheets. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

If I was going to go through with this, I needed to take it slow. Mom's mental state was fragile right now, emotionally torn apart. I couldn't push too hard.

I sat down on the bed, staring at the door, waiting for her to come out. My mind wandered back to Gaia's words. I had to make her want me. But how? How could I even start?

The door creaked open a few moments later, and she stepped out, looking pale, her eyes red and puffy. She was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants now, nothing like the lingerie from last night.

She wouldn't even look at me at first, keeping her eyes down, her face twisted in guilt and shame.

I watched her, my heart sinking further. She was beating herself up so much. It wasn't fair. Although I love her loyalty toward my father, she shouldn't be beating herself up so much over something that happened when she was drunk.

"I thought maybe you'd want some coffee or something," I said softly, trying to break the tension. I wasn't even sure if she'd want anything, but I needed to say something to make her feel a little more comfortable, time is ticking and for the collective good.

Given how not only the world's protection is at stake, but if this continues her mental well-being will also go downhill. And I might even lose her for good, something I'm not willing to do, even if the world burns.

She nodded, her lips trembling. "I… I'm sorry," she whispered, barely getting the words out. "I don't even know what to say…"

I could see how hard this was for her. She felt like she'd done something unforgivable, like she was the worst mother in the world. But I couldn't let her carry all of that guilt on her own.

"It's okay, Mom," I said, walking over to her. "We can talk about it later. You don't have to say anything right now."

I didn't want to push her. Not yet. But I could see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to say something, to explain herself, to apologize. I just didn't want her to think she was alone in this.

"No, it's not okay," she whispered, her voice cracking. She was struggling to hold back her tears. "What I did… what we did… it's wrong. I was drunk, I was confused, but I… I knew it was you, Samuel. I knew, and I still…"

She stopped, her voice fading. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with so much pain and guilt, and it hit me hard. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to fix this, either.

"I should've stopped," she continued, shaking her head. "I should've been a better mother. I let everything get to me—the loneliness, the alcohol, everything. But none of that is your fault. It's mine."

I reached out and took her hand, holding it gently. Her hand was cold, trembling slightly, but I held it tighter, trying to give her some kind of comfort.

"We'll figure it out," I said softly. "But not right now. Let's just… breathe for a minute, okay?"

She nodded, not saying anything else. I could see how much she was blaming herself, how much she hated herself for what happened. But I couldn't let her carry all of this guilt.

I had to find a way to make things right, especially if I want to rizz her up, that too in just 10 days.