Sid abruptly shifted his eyes away from her naked form, fixing his gaze on the ceiling above the sofa. He went completely limp, his breathing deepening and evening out instantly, pretending to be deep in an unconscious sleep. He waited, his mind racing, hoping his simulated slumber would deter whatever strange motive the mother had.

The silence returned, broken only by the chirping crickets outside and the unnerving, soft sound of the mother's bare feet taking a slow step toward the sofa. Slowly, the sound of her steps and her shallow breathing grew louder. The air around her seemed to thicken, turning hot and suffocating in the cold night, and his heart hammered when he felt the soft, warm pressure of her hand settle squarely on his thigh. His mind detonated:

"What— the hell?! Get your filthy hand off me! Why is she touching me?!"

He remained motionless, his entire body rigid with terror, desperately trying to rationalize it. This is just a dream. A twisted fragment of Evelise's worst memory. Or worse, the System.

"You sick bastard System, what kind of horror show are you forcing me to witness now?!"

But the sensation was too real, too vivid to be dismissed so easily. He could feel her fingers slowly tracing up his leg, inching closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. His mind screamed at him to move, to push her away, but his body remained frozen, paralyzed by the conflicting desires coursing through him. The mother's hand reached its destination, and Sid bit back a groan as she began to gently caress his hardening cock through the fabric. He couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't comprehend how his body could betray him so completely.

"This is wrong…"

He muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

"She's Evelise's mother... I shouldn't be feeling this way..."

The mother, however, was an expert. Her touch was practiced, efficient, and unnervingly confident. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on the servant's trousers, and with a swift, subtle pull, she managed to undress the lower half of his clothes, letting his cock spring free.

Her naked body lowered itself over him, her silver hair brushing against his inner thigh. She looked down at him, her ruby eyes sharp and knowing.

"Why do you always get so nervous, darling, when we do this?"

She murmured, her voice a low, husky purr that held no trace of the day's frantic panic. Sid's internal shock froze. His eyes widened, the terror now mixed with a sickening realization.

"When we do this?"

He immediately understood. It was not him.

The system had not just given him a point of view; it had inserted his consciousness into the body of the original servant. This sexual encounter was natural and habitual for the mother and the man whose body Sid was currently occupying.

The full weight of the memory slammed into him: the servant's body, the continuous access, the quiet understanding of the mother's nighttime motives. The servant was not just a hired hand; he was the mother's secret lover, and possibly... the biological father of Evelise.

"Holy shit!"

Sid thought, his consciousness reeling.

"This is a regular thing. She just put me into the body of her regular fuck buddy."

Sid's mind was in full flight— a maelstrom of shock, horror, and sickening realization but the servant's body he inhabited was operating on instinct, driven by routine and the raw, biological urgency of the moment. The mother, oblivious to the soul swap, proceeded with practiced ease.

The mother leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over his exposed meat. He knew he should stop her, push her away, but the servant's body betrayed him, hips lifting slightly in anticipation.

"Don't be shy, darling…"

The mother whispered, her tone possessive and low. She straddled his hips, the sensation of her warm, slick center hovering over him sending a violent shockwave through Sid's core.

"It's been a long day of teaching the child. I need my reward."

The mother's lips wrapped around him, and Sid let out a muffled groan against his will. Her mouth was skilled, moving with a familiarity that spoke of countless nights spent like this. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked gently.

Sid's hands clenched into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to tangle them in her silver hair and guide her movements. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming his senses and blurring the lines between right and wrong. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Just as he was about to reach his peak, the mother pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop.

"Not yet…"

The mother murmured, her voice husky with desire. She crawled up his body, straddling his hips with a graceful ease that spoke of countless repetitions.

"W- what is she going to do next!? Oh God…"

Sid watched in a daze as she positioned herself above him, her ruby eyes locked onto his face. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered herself onto him, enveloping his hardened length in her warmth… vagina.

"Ugh, f*ck that's that so warm and wet."

Sid gasped at the sensation, his hands flying to her hips as if of their own accord. The mother began to move, rocking against him with a steady rhythm. Her breasts swayed hypnotically with each movement, and Sid found himself unable to look away. He was trapped in the moment, forced to witness the mother's secret trysts with the servant's body he now inhabited. The pleasure was intense, bordering on overwhelming, and Sid could feel himself losing touch with reality as the sensations consumed him.

"I am not fucking her, I am not fucking her… It's just the servant's experienced. The devs programmed this; it's part of Evelise's backstory… right?"

The mother's moans filled the room as she rode the servant's thick, hard cock.

"Oh, darling," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You're so big tonight. I can feel every inch of you inside me."

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Sid's chest as she rolled her hips in slow, sensual circles.

"Your cock stretches me so perfectly. I don't know how you do it every time, but it feels like you're even thicker than usual."

She threw her head back with a cry of ecstasy as Sid's hips jerked upward, driving himself deeper into her warmth.

"Yes, just like that! Fuck me harder, darling. Make me scream your name!"

Sid mind reeled as the mother rode him, her tight heat enveloping him completely. Despite his shock and horror at the situation, he couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through the servant's body. Sid thoughts spiraled,

"Her vagina felt too good, too perfect, as if it had been custom made for me. Ugh. f*ck…"

Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy radiating out from his core, and Sid found himself struggling to maintain his grip on reality. He could feel the servant's body responding instinctively, hips lifting to meet her movements, chasing the release that was rapidly building within them both. Sid tried to hold back, to resist the urges driving the servant's actions, but it was a losing battle. The mother's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. Sid knew he was about to lose control completely, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"Yes, just like that!"

The mother gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"You always know exactly how to please me."

Sid felt a surge of pride and desire at her words, the servant's body responding eagerly. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up into her with increasing fervor. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps of ecstasy.

"Fuck…"

Sid groaned, his voice strained with effort and pleasure.

"You feel so damn good."

The words slipped out before he could stop them, and he cursed himself silently. But the mother only smiled, her ruby eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"That's it, darling!"

She purred, leaning down to nip at his earlobe.

"Let go. Give in to me completely."

Sid hesitated for a moment longer before surrendering fully to the sensations overwhelming him. With a final, shuddering groan, Sid let go completely. The servant's body took control, hips lifting off the sofa as he drove into the mother with wild abandon. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him just as fiercely.

Their movements became frantic, desperate, each seeking their own release and the other's. Sid could feel the pressure building inside him, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. The mother sensed it too, her inner muscles clamping down around him like a vice.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

She hissed through gritted teeth.

"Come for me, darling. Fill me up! Fill me!"

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