Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to banish the images of Julian that had taken root in her mind.
Yet, they only grew bolder. In her thoughts, she saw Julian standing before her, not as a son, but as a man—his eyes filled with a hunger that she hadn't noticed before.
His hand reached out, not to comfort her but to claim her, and she found herself leaning into the touch.
Her breath hitched as the image grew clearer. Julian's lips closed around her nipple, drawing it into his mouth as if to drink from her. But this time, it wasn't the innocent suckling of a babe seeking nourishment—it was something darker and forbidden.
His tongue flicked against her nipples, teasing and taunting, as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin.
Her hand moved in rhythm with the imagination, her touch growing more urgent as she felt the ache between her legs intensify.
The room was hot as she found herself trapped, and she could almost feel his breath against her skin as she imagined him drinking from her.
The thoughts grew more vivid, and she could feel Julian's teeth grazing against her, his mouth moving from one breast to the other as his hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer.
The fabric of her gown grew damp with her wetness. She knew she should be ashamed of such thoughts, but they only grew stronger. Her body betrayed her at every turn.
Her hand moved to her other breast, mirroring the imagined touch of Julian's mouth. She couldn't help the way her hips began to move gently against the mattress. The heat in her pussy demanded more and more by the passing time.
The guilt washed over her in waves, but it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that flooded her body.
Regina's fingers went down her stomach. Her fingers ran across her navel before she came up to the edge of her nightgown. She paused, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the weight of her actions settled heavily on her. But the pull was too great, and she slowly slid her hand beneath the fabric.
Her fingertips grazed the soft and sensitive skin of her pussy which sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Julian's image grew clearer in her mind and this time, his naked figure stood proudly in front of her.
His cock stood thick and erect, pointing straight at her as if demanding her attention. Her pulse raced as her body responded to the forbidden image despite the horror it brought her.
Her hand slid down further. The wetness of her pussy coated her fingers as she touched herself for the first time with Julian's face in her thoughts. She felt a mix of disgust and arousal while the taboo nature of her actions only fueled the fire within her.
In her mind, Julian's hand replaced hers. His fingers gently parted her folds and explored the pussy that had borne him to this world. She imagined his eyes locked onto hers as she arched her back and silently begged for more.
Her breath hitched, and she couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips as her own hand continued to mimic his imagined touch.
The sound of it seemed to echo in the silence of the night, and for a terrifying moment, she was certain that Alden had heard. She froze as her eyes snapped open, but she found him sleeping peacefully.
He was completely oblivious to the turmoil raging next to him. Her hands froze while her chest heaved with the effort of holding in her passion.
Guilt flooded her as she stared at her husband's peaceful face. This man had loved and protected her, had given her children, and yet here she was, fantasizing about their son's touch. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that she had allowed Julian's sick desires to corrupt her own mind.
"Oh, gods," she said, her voice cracking with emotion, "have I truly fallen so low?"
The overwhelming weight of her actions crushed her, and the tears fell down her cheeks. She felt a deep sense of self-hatred.
Her hand slipped out from her nightgown as if she was burned by the very thought of Julian's touch. The guilt was a heavy coil around her neck which seemed to suffocate the desire that had briefly came to life.
She could not and would not allow herself to be swayed by the seductive whispers of her own depraved thoughts.
until...
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Julian returned to his room with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He stretched lazily before collapsing onto his bed. As he closed his eyes, his mind wandered briefly about the recent events and slowly he drifted to sleep.
Julian woke early the next morning. He felt an overwhelming urge to continue his cultivation, so he closed his eyes and concentrated.
As he focused, he felt the familiar surge of mana coursing through his body. The air around him seemed to vibrate and soon, the space was filled with the overwhelming number of pixels that he had encountered before.
It was no longer unfamiliar or strange; he had grown accustomed to its presence and existence.
Although Julian did not fully understand the pixels, he knew one thing for certain, merging all elemental energies was the key.
He whispered to himself, "For now simple cultivation is enough to help me sense the pixels and grow more accustomed to it."
He trained for half an hour before heading to the dining hall for breakfast. As he entered, he saw all his family members already seated at the table, ready to begin their morning meal.
He greeted them with a simple "Good morning" and took his seat. As he glanced around, his eyes landed on Regina, who seemed more awkward than usual, as if something had shifted.
Julian couldn't help but grin, a thought running through his mind. My dear mother, you are falling deeper and deeper into my trap.
The breakfast continued. Just then, Alden's voice rang out as he announced, "The Hans family will be coming here today, so everyone must prepare to welcome them."
The gathered family were all surprised by the sudden announcement as they could not bring themselves to think of any reason for another Duke family to come to their duchy.
Eva clearly puzzled asked, "Why is the Hans family visiting us out of nowhere?"
Alden chuckled and replied, "They might be here to congratulate Julian on his recent achievements."