2 Chapter-2

As I stepped out of my room, I caught sight of Freya—or rather, my seductive MILF of a mother—sitting at the table, indulging in her breakfast. She was adorned in a green blouse and a brown skirt, leaving my mind to wander about what lay hidden beneath.

"Hi, mom," I greeted her, my tone a mix of sweetness and mischief, as I unabashedly appraised her physique with lusting eyes.

Freya's thoughts raced, "Wait, did he just call me 'mom'? He's never called me that before. Perhaps he's changed his way of addressing me."

"Oh... dear, are you feeling alright? Would you like something to eat?" she inquired with concern evident in her voice.

"Ah, yes. How about a glass of water?" I replied, taking a seat beside her.

"Of course, coming right up." With graceful efficiency, she rose from her chair and headed towards the kitchen.

Without wasting a moment, I reached for the knife on the dining table and made a small cut on my left thumb. Blood began to trickle, and swiftly, I mixed twelve drops of my own crimson essence into the vegetable soup Freya was savoring.

To halt the bleeding, I brought my thumb to my mouth, sucking on it greedily.

Freya returned, presenting me with a glass of water, her milky hands captivating my attention. Each glimpse of her body aroused my most primal desires, and I yearned to explore those enticing curves.

Seated next to me, she extended the water glass. "Here you go, darling."

"Thanks, mom," I replied, concealing my darker intentions beneath a facade of innocence.

Unexpectedly, Freya grasped my hand and began to speak, "Please don't hate Cherry. She's a good girl; it's just that she..." But a mischievous idea sparked within me.

"Memory eater."

[Mana Out]

[120 exp gained]

[Level up]

Memories flooded my mind, both mine and hers intertwined. I witnessed moments of her mundane existence, completing chores, preparing meals. However, these memories were recent, and if I devoured them...

"Hmm... What was I saying?" Freya's face displayed confusion, as expected.

"You were about to enjoy your breakfast."

"Breakfast? But when did I even make breakfast?"

"I'm not sure. I was in my room, resting. I don't feel quite well, I think," I explained, offering a subtle smile.

"Oh, yes. You should continue resting. I'll bring your breakfast in a minute," Freya responded, unaware of her own lapse in memory.

"Sure, take your time. Savor your meal," I said softly, a gentle smile on my face, before retreating back into the confines of my room.

As I closed the door behind me, a wicked smile spread across my face. "That worked even better than expected. But it's fortunate that my mana ran out. This ability is akin to a memory vacuum cleaner, ceasing only when my mana is depleted. I must learn to control it, or I risk turning my beloved mother into an amnesiac."

"Alright, let's see what notifications I received during that time."

'Status'

[Name: Anon Agreil]

[Level: 2]

[Exp: 20/300]

[SP: 7]

[Age: 16]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Mind Flayer]

[Mana: 32/32]

[HP: 64/64]

[Skills: {Mind Control (Lv.1)} {Memory Eater (Lv.2)} {Memory Alteration (Lv.1)} {Psychic Connection (Lv.1)} ]

I've leveled up. Cool. So, I gain two skill points per level. My mana and HP have doubled, but I suspect it doesn't work that way, as my HP would become excessively high around level 20 or 30. Perhaps that's how it functions; I am uncertain.

Memory Eater has also reached level 2, implying that skills can be upgraded through repeated usage.

Now, I should focus on my objective rather than my status.

Just as I contemplated this, a notification appeared before me.

[Target Detected]

[Name: Freya Agreil]

[Gender: Female]

[Cells not activated]

Excellent. Let's assert my dominance over this woman.

'Mind Control.'

[Cells Activated within the target]

[Advancing towards the target's brain]

[Successful entry into the brain]

[Initiating duplication of cells]

[Cells generating copies, gradually overtaking the target's mind]

[Estimated time to generate enough copies for full control: 5 minutes]

Hmm... this is rather intricate.

Five minutes later...

[Process complete]

[Target's mind fully infiltrated by host's cells]

[Mind corruption: 0%]

I can sense it—the tendrils of Freya's mind, as though they were my very own appendages. Yet, it is not entirely mine. The lack of complete mind corruption accounts for the discrepancy.

Let's put it to the test...

'Psychic Connection.'

[Establishing connection between host's cells and target's brain]

[Due to slight memory loss, host's cells have found a way to penetrate the target's brain]

[Connecting... 1%... 2%... 100%]

[Connection established]

[Target can now hear host's commands with her unconscious mind and follow them, with increasing mind corruption]

[Mind corruption at 5%]

Ah, this is rather perplexing. Not overly so, but still, I must thoroughly study these intricacies.

[This is a one-time process and will not be repeated in the future.]

Indeed, let us hope so.

Five minutes later...

Anon sat on his bed, gazing at the screen before him.

"So, by consuming some of Freya's memories, I've corrupted her mind by 5%. I've also created a pathway for my cells to access her unconscious mind, allowing her to receive and follow my orders. However, without sufficient mind corruption, I won't be able to fulfill my desire for her. Damn."

Alright, calm down, Anon. I will need to further corrupt her mind by consuming more memories. Perhaps I should start with a smaller command for now.

Let's give it a try.

As I prepared to issue a command, Freya suddenly entered my room, her bosom bouncing enticingly.

"Here you go, Anon. I've made some soup and bread for you."

"Ah, thanks, mom."

"No need to worry. Eat up and regain your health quickly."

As she placed the wooden plate before me, her breasts jiggled in a tantalizing manner.

"Now, I'll attend to some chores, alright?"

"Y-Yeah," I replied, my face flushed.

"Focus, Anon, focus. Test your skill," I reminded myself.

As Freya prepared to exit the room, I attempted to issue a command within my mind.

'Stop, Freya.'

To my astonishment, she abruptly halted.

"Hmm... Did you call, Anon?"

"No, mom," I replied, feigning innocence.

"Oh... Must've been my imagination. I thought I heard something."

"Yeah."

'Freya, tap the door twice before closing it,' I commanded silently, curious to determine if it was indeed working.

Knock, knock

Door closes

"Yes... it worked. She followed it unconsciously."

"My, my... I believe it's time to rid myself of my virginity," I contemplated, only to be interrupted by yet another notification.

[Mind corruption at 6%]

What the hell?