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Chapter 23: Route Of Debauchery

And what kind of request even is this? The previous one was simple and straightforward, with obvious lecherous intentions. But this one, which is still a bit weird for a highschool boy to do with his mom, can also be taken in a wholesome manner with no perverted intentions.

Is that what the Gods want me to do? Do they want me to show them a sweet and heartwarming scenario between a boy and his mother, who have reconciled after a long time?

Is that what you wants Gods?

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Well, it\'s not like they are going to answer whatever questions I ask them, so I probably shouldn\'t waste my time expecting them to reply to me.

But in the first message they sent to me, they did say that if I had any doubts than I simply had to follow my heart to find the answer. So, if that\'s all I need to do to find the right path, then what does my heart actually say?

Go down the wholesome route, that would make the Gods give a heartwarming smile?

Or go down the lecherous route, and make the Gods grin like depraved perverts?

Although my heart is leaning towards going towards the wholesome route so that I can have another touching moment with my mother in this world, that could fill the gaps for the motherly affection I didn\'t get as a child. Most of the blood in my heart is being pumped to my dick whenever I think about my mother laying her chunky ass on my lap with my dick right above her, so I\'m not going to be a hypocrite that doesn\'t follow what he truly wants, and I\'m going to go down the perverted route.

And even in the future if I get any vague requests that sound very simple in nature and quite harmless, I\'m going to do my utmost best to turn those mundane tasks and turn them into something so deviant, that even the Gods would have to look away in a fluster.

There\'s also the fact that I\'m in the World of Milfs and I have the title that calls me the Incarnation of Lust, which cements the theory that I have to go down the route of debauchery.

Ding~

[The Gods approve of your thoughts]

Heh...Even the Gods themselves approved of what I must do, so what else can I say or do other then show them a performance that will make them think that I truly deserve the title of being called the Incarnation of Lust, even though I have doubts about that title myself.

"Kafi, what\'s wrong? Why are staring at me in a daze?" My mother asked, after seeing me stare at the food with a thoughtful look on my face.

"Oh, it\'s nothing." I reassured myself of what I was going to do next, and then looked at my mother like I was doubting if what she just said was true and said

"I was just thinking if it was really as pleasent as you say, when you fed me as a child...I mean, I must have been one annoying brat back then, who would\'ve refused to eat my food and would\'ve caused you trouble during dinner all the time."

"What you\'re saying isn\'t all that wrong." My approved of what I said but didn\'t look annoyed about my past self, and was rather smiling like she found it funny.

"I wouldn\'t go as far as to call you a brat. But back then when you were a child, you\'d always refuse to eat your food I made at home and would only want to eat your snacks...I\'d have to chase you around the house for every meal since you would always run away, and I\'d have to place you on my lap and hold you tightly since you would always try to escape from my embrace."

So, the little bastard even refused to sit on his mothers thighs and use her soft breasts as his back cushions, while she personally fed him his meals...What a ungrateful little shit.

"You\'d even jump up and down my lap and pinch me on legs to get away from me and go back to watching your cartoons on the TV." My mother jumped up and down in her chair to imitate what I did in the past.

TV? What\'s so go good on TV, that\'s better then getting your head caught between your mother\'s breasts?

"And the hardest part of feeding you was to make you open your mouth, as you would keep it shut the whole time. I would have to squeeze your cheeks and pry your mouth open, for you to take a single bite."

She should\'ve just broken all his front teeth, and the problem would\'ve been solved. How can he close his mouth when he\'s got nothing to close it with?

I wouldn\'t normally think of such violent thoughts when it comes to kids and am quite patient with them, but whenever I think of my past self I just can\'t help but get a little irritated that he\'s ruining my good name. I could also possibly be jealous, that even though we look the exact same he had a loving mother who he never appreciated, while I on the other hand never even had a mother figure in my life.

"And even after saying all that do you still think of those times in the past, where you had to struggle to just keep me fed as fond memories? Cause if I had a kid like that I wouldn\'t ever want to recall those torturous memories, where I would have to do my best just to keep my kid from starving himself." I complained cynicaly, even though I didn\'t actually think of that, and only felt this way because of the grudge I had with my past self.