Top Tier Perversion: Dual Cultivate Secretly

D’Arc Mansion, the Capital.

Inside the second floor’s study.

The scent of chrysanthemums filled Vincent’s nose while he struggled slightly to breathe.

His face was buried in softness.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three.

Vivienne finally released him.

Vincent raised his head and found her serene blue eyes staring down at him. She wore her usual wide-brimmed hat, and there was a faint smile on her face that looked suspiciously close to a smirk.

"Did you hug your sister?"

Vincent’s expression stiffened.

The question was the same.

"Scent?"

"Scent."

"Right..."

He did not ask further.

Anastasia, Leona, and Linda stood nearby while Vivienne gently ran her fingers through Vincent’s hair.

"My dear, you had a long journey. The Royal Court begins at noon, so rest while you can."

Vincent nodded.

He really was tired.

More than Vivienne could know.

"Linda, take care of him."

Linda bowed.

Vincent followed her outside, but before leaving the study, he glanced back.

Anastasia and Leona remained behind.

Vivienne gestured toward the chairs.

Vincent didn’t know what the three would talk about, but he knew this caused a major turning point in his relationship with Leona, Anastasia, and even with his mother.

He didn’t bother them and left with Linda to have some food and tea.

...

A while later.

The door to Vincent’s bedroom opened.

Anastasia entered first.

Leona followed behind her.

Vincent was lying sideways on the bed with one arm beneath his head. His eyes had been closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

He opened them.

"You’re done?"

"Yes, young master."

Anastasia closed the door behind them.

Leona walked toward the table and poured herself some water.

Vincent sat up.

"How did it go?"

"The same as before," Anastasia replied.

Leona glanced toward her.

"The same as what?"

Anastasia’s expression did not change.

"The same as every conversation with Madam. She asks direct questions and expects direct answers."

"Oh."

Vincent almost smiled.

Anastasia was frighteningly good at this.

He stretched his arms above his head and got off the bed.

Leona turned toward him.

"Where are you going?"

"To see mom."

"Didn’t you see her before?"

"Doesn’t matter. I’m her son, I can bother her as much as I want."

Vincent slipped his feet into his shoes.

Leona looked at Anastasia.

Anastasia calmly adjusted the sleeve of her uniform, pretending as if what Vincent said was reasonable.

Leona shook her head lightly and didn’t press about this matter further.

Vincent opened the door.

"Don’t wait for me," he said to the two and stepped into the corridor.

...

Vincent walked in the corridor and quickly made his way toward his mother’s bedroom.

’I need to see her before she goes to sleep. I gotta hurry...’

Vincent reached his mother’s bedroom and quickly opened the door, afraid that she might’ve already slept.

Click.

"Mom, are you—"

Vincent stopped. His body stiffened immediately at the sight before him.

Linda stood near an open wardrobe with several pieces of clothing folded over her arms.

Vivienne stood a few steps away from her, in the middle of changing for the night.

The heavy black dress she had worn earlier had already been removed and she was preparing to put on a thin nightgown.

In the bright room, the candle’s orange hues made her bare self alluringly visible.

Even from a distance, her big motherly milkers and the back curves were clearly visible.

Vincent did not have to make any efforts and he caught a glimpse of her pink nipples, and the well trimmed bush between her legs.

If she turned a little bit, her ladybits would fully be in his view.

Vincent knew he entered at a very wrong time, and at such a sight, his brain short-circuited.

Vivienne turned toward him.

Her ample breasts, her seductive nipples, and the thin slit above which was well trimmed hair appeared in Vincent’s complete view.

Linda turned this time too.

Silence filled the bedroom.

Vincent’s hand was still on the door handle with one foot inside the bedroom.

’Shit.’

He considered backing out.

Vivienne calmly picked up the nightgown.

"Close the door, Vin."

"Right."

He stepped inside and immediately closed it behind himself.

Only afterward did his brain process that she had told him to close the door rather than leave.

Vincent remained beside it.

Vivienne calmly gestured toward an armchair in the corner.

"Sit there for a moment."

Vincent obeyed immediately.

He turned the chair slightly toward the window before sitting down.

The curtains suddenly became the most interesting objects he had ever seen.

Behind him, fabric rustled.

Linda quietly assisted Vivienne while Vincent kept his gaze firmly toward the dark garden outside.

His face felt warm.

’Oh no...’

Vincent rubbed his forehead.

’Damn it!’

He came here because he wanted to spend time with his mother.

After experiencing the past iteration, he wanted to understand her better and get closer without waiting for some disaster to steal the moment.

Instead, he had walked directly into her bedroom while she was changing.

’I ruined it.’

His shoulders lowered.

’I came here to deepen my bond with her but I may have accidentally pushed her away instead.’

He sighed.

The rustling eventually stopped.

"Vincent."

He immediately sat straighter.

"Yes?"

"You may turn around."

Vincent carefully looked behind himself.

Vivienne was now sitting at the edge of her bed in a thin black nightgown. Her long dark hair had been released and fell freely down her back, making her look considerably less imposing than she did while dressed as Countess D’Arc.

Linda folded the final garment.

Vivienne glanced at her.

"That will be all."

Linda bowed.

"Good night, Madam."

She then looked toward Vincent.

"Good night, young master."

"Good night."

Linda left.

Click.

The door closed.

Vincent remained inside the armchair.

Vivienne looked at him.

He looked back.

A few seconds passed.

"Are you planning to spend the night in that corner?" she asked.

"No."

"Then come here."

She patted the bed beside her.

Vincent stood and walked toward the bed, sitting where she gestured him to.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Vincent lowered his eyes and said softly, "sorry about earlier."

"For entering without knocking?" Vivienne asked calmly.

"Yes."

"You should knock next time."

Vincent nodded seriously.

"I will, I’m sorry."

Vivienne adjusted the loose sleeve around her wrist while looking at him.

"Don’t be. There’s little reason to apologize for seeing me while I changed."

Vincent looked at her and tilted his head. What did she mean? He couldn’t understand her.

Vivienne met his gaze without the slightest discomfort.

"You are my son."

"Yeah... but that doesn’t exactly make my eyes disappear..."

"It doesn’t. But..."

Vivienne reached over and lightly caressed his hair.

"...I have bathed you, dressed you, carried you while you were naked, and cleaned considerably worse things from you when you were an infant."

Vincent’s face twitched.

"That’s different."

"To you, perhaps."

Vivienne’s lips curved faintly.

"To me, you are still the same child who once cried because the wind stole his dandelion."

Vincent stared at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"...was there a need to tell me that?"

"You entered my room without knocking."

"...Fair."

His embarrassment faded somewhat and his shoulders relaxed.

Vivienne reached over and fixed the strands of hair falling over his forehead.

"Now tell me what is actually troubling you."

Vincent became quiet.

Without even mentioning it, his mother knew he was here because something bothered him.

He planned to speak about several things on the way here.

He considered telling her about his strange missing memories.

Maybe he could mention another vision.

Maybe ask more about Fate without using dangerous words.

But sitting beside her made those prepared sentences disappear as a sense of warmth calmed his chaotic thoughts.

Vincent leaned toward her to hug her, but then stopped midway.

It would be inappropriate to do so without permission, so he asked,

"Can I?"

Vivienne looked at him.

"Can you what?"

Vincent gestured awkwardly toward her.

"Just... for a while."

Vivienne looked down and glanced at her chest.

She then glanced at Vincent for a good few seconds.

Vincent felt awkward. Maybe his mother didn’t like physical affection?

"I’m sorr—"

"No, it’s okay." Vivienne shook her head lightly.

"Others might frown upon this, but your mom’s not constrained by such societal norms. What surprised me is that you feel more comfortable around me to ask for it."

Vivienne’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

"I didn’t think a day would come when you’d want to do it again. I thought I had lost my little Vin forever."

"Mom..." Vincent sighed. His mother was getting emotional over a hug?

Had she said so before, he would’ve hugged her lots before leaving and after coming back.

Wait, didn’t she hug him when he came back?

Why was she so worked up over a hug then?

In the next moment, Vincent’s eyes widened as he got his answer.

Vivienne lowered her nightgown’s straps and let her full milkers out in the open.

She then extended one hand out and patted her lap with the other.

"Come... you can suck on mommy’s breasts again and tell her about your troubles."

Vincent blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Something inside him shut down and he moved immediately.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted his face between her bare bosoms, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

Vivienne placed one hand behind his head and the other across his back, caressing him gently.

For a while, the two basked in each other’s embrace.

Vincent then leaned back and had a look at the two pink pearls.

Had he not gotten some experience from Anastasia’s in the past iteration, his virgin self would’ve definitely passed out right now.

He grabbed a handful of this heavenly softness and parted his lips.

Glancing up into her serene blue eyes, Vincent only saw a mother’s tender love and a faint smile on her beautiful face.

"Nom!"

[Ding!]

[Entanglement upgraded!]

[Bound Link(stable) → Deep Entanglement]

[Subject: Vivienne D’Arc]

Vincent raised his eyebrows as he sucked on the sweet, firm nipple.

He looked into his mother’s eyes again.

She was still looking at him lovingly.

"This position isn’t really comfortable, is it?"

As Vincent let go, she went to her side of the bed and lay comfortably with her boobs still out of her nightgown.

She gestured to Vincent to get closer.

Vincent went closer and soon, a blanket was draped over themselves.

Vincent looked into her eyes while cupping her breasts.

"Mom..."

"Hm?"

"Are you sure this is okay?"

From what Vincent knew, this was likely an aristocratic world and the nobles were dignified, refined, and reserved people.

Nobody was doing what he was doing, and this was really frowned upon.

So, did his mother not feel the same? She was a Countess, quite high in ranking after all.

Vivienne ran her fingers through his hair and asked, "What do you prefer? This or a more reserved mom?"

"Definitely this," Vincent kneaded her breasts to the shapes of his liking. "But, won’t this affect our bond?"

Last iteration, the entanglement increased when Vincent opened up to her and reconfirmed his relationship with her despite the memory loss.

But in this iteration, it happened with just this?

Was this a dating sim or something where there were love and lust routes for the same heroine?

How exactly did this entanglement work and what did it even mean?

Vincent found it strange when he had accidentally groped her last time and she hadn’t scolded him, but looking at it now, she really wasn’t joking when she said he could just ask for it!

What even was this world?

Were people more open towards such close affection or was it just the ones around him?

Vincent truly could not figure it out, and he did not even have time to do so.

How long was he into his transmigration anyway? Today was probably the fourth day.

And he died within a week last time.

Vivienne kissed the top of his head and said, "It won’t change if you don’t make it. You shouldn’t worry so much. What happens inside closed doors is only known to the parties within. The secrets are all safe. Let yourself be more free, my dear."

Vincent nodded.

He continued playing with her motherly milkers some more and a few seconds later, had a question and asked it.

"Does this mean I can watch you... um..."

Vincent’s ears turn red.

His confidence was dwindling the closer he got to asking such a question.

Suddenly, he just realized,

’What the fuck? I came here to share my sadness but got swept up due to my lust. I am gonna die in three days! I need to have every advantage!’

Vincent shifted and quickly got on top of Vivienne, placing her hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.

Her boobs sprawled beneath him, never fully leaving his vision.

Vincent tried his best to ignore them.

"Mom, would you still love me if I said something really scary?"

"Would you not be sad or depressed?"

Vivienne tilted her head slightly. "Nothing could possibly scare mommy, my dear. Unless it concerns you or your sister, of course."

"It’s about me."

Vivienne’s brows knitted slightly.

"What is it?"

She turned serious.

Vincent closed his eyes and took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts properly.

"Mom," he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Before I say this, please know that I love you. I really, really love you and I’m really grateful to have you as my mother."

Vivienne’s brows slightly eased but knitted once again.

Vincent’s heartfelt words seemed like the calm before the storm.

"I understand. What’s troubling you, my dear?"

"Well... I’ve lost my memory. I don’t remember anything beyond the masquerade ball’s morning and..."

Vincent basically repeated the same thing he repeated in his past iteration.

Once he finished, Vivienne’s expression hadn’t changed, though her gaze softened considerably.

"Vincent," she said.

"Mom."

"That’s it," Vivienne’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Nothing else matters."

"Ah..."

From saving the county to dying in the county and regressing and repeating the same events again...

Vincent’s mind was thoroughly exhausted.

His physical body which had been running all around the northern region and sitting upright to finish reports had also been completely exhausted by now.

The repeat of his mother’s words, the immediate acceptance to him saying something so heartbreaking even in this timeline...

It brought him a relief like no other.

Vincent still had a lot to speak about like the upcoming sea of monsters, the Northern Commander’s betrayal, karma, and whatnot, but...

Exhaustion completely took over and he collapsed on top of his mother.

His eyelids felt too heavy to open, his body wasn’t in his control, and his mind had already drifted to the dreamlands.

Vincent was fast asleep in just a single moment.

Vivienne pulled the blanket over them without changing his position or adjusting her nightgown.

For several minutes, she remained awake and watched his sleeping face.

His words did bother her, but memories could be restored.

Even if they weren’t, as long as he was alive and knew that she was his mother and Vanessa was his sister, nothing else mattered.

Everything could be learnt again.

Though, from his words, it seemed like he had more to speak than just this but couldn’t due to the exhaustion.

Vivienne kissed the top of his head.

"Mommy isn’t going anywhere, you can speak about your troubles when you wake up."

She wrapped her arms around him.

"Sleep well, my dear."

She finally closed her eyes and fell asleep too.

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