Chapter 39: Titties And Surprises.

I couldn’t afford to waste another moment, so I pushed myself into action.

I turned towards the mountain where I had spawned. The reddish sky made it difficult to distinguish one mountain from another, but I eventually caught sight of a familiar pinnacle jutting into the sky.

Good enough.

I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. Someone was about to enter my room and discover my little secret. I had to get back before that happened, and preferably without giving them a reason to question what I’d been doing.

I lowered my stance, channelling my strength into my legs.

This time, I wasn’t holding back.

With a powerful push against the ground, I shot forward in a burst of speed, moving faster than I ever had before.

The world around me dissolved into a blur. The flattened landscape rushed past, followed by the bloodied grassland and the scattered corpses of the Fang Hounds I’d killed during my first night of camping.

It didn’t take long before I reached the foot of the mountain.

I finally slowed down and raised my head.

...Well, that was quite a climb.

The mountain stretched so high that its summit was barely visible against the bloody sky. I could hardly make out a proper path leading upwards, either.

I stared at it for a moment.

Then I shrugged.

"Fuck it."

It wasn’t like I was going to climb the thing on foot.

I crouched, gathered my strength into my legs, and launched myself upwards.

The ground cracked beneath my feet as I shot several kilometres into the air. I landed on a rocky outcrop, immediately pushed off again, and continued leaping from one formation to another.

Each jump sent rocks scattering down the mountainside. Some of the larger formations crumbled under the force, triggering small landslides in my wake.

Well, I couldn’t exactly be gentle with a mountain, could I?

I continued making my way upwards, jumping from one rocky structure to another until the summit was finally within reach.

With one last powerful leap, I burst through the clouds and landed at the top.

And there it was.

A temple.

I looked around briefly. At its centre stood an altar, and floating just above it was a single object.

The key.

"Found you."

I hurried over and grabbed it.

Thankfully, there were no guardians, traps, or other annoying surprises waiting for me. After everything I’d gone through, I would have been genuinely offended if something had decided to waste my time now.

The moment my fingers closed around the key, a system notification appeared.

System Notification: Player has obtained the key required to exit the dungeon.

"Yes! Yes, fucking yes!"

I couldn’t help myself. The celebration came out before I’d even finished reading the notification.

Finally!

The system proceeded to explain how I could use the key to create an exit portal, just as I’d done inside my closet.

Just like I did in my closet?

Well, that sounded simple enough.

I raised the key and pressed it against the empty space in front of me.

The moment it made contact, the space rippled, as though I’d pressed it against an invisible surface. I pushed the key further, watching as it gradually sank into the distortion.

Then I twisted it.

A familiar swirl of energy spread through the air, and the space before me began to open, forming the same gate I’d created back in my closet.

Perfect.

I didn’t bother admiring my handiwork. There was still the small matter of getting back before someone discovered my absence.

Without wasting another second, I stepped forward and leapt through the portal.

Finally, I was going home.

Only a few seconds had passed in my original world.

At least, that’s what I hoped.

Now, I just had to pray that nobody had discovered my little secret while I was away.

***

Thud!

My feet landed heavily on the floor as I stepped out of the dungeon and returned to my room.

The familiar citrus scent immediately greeted me. My room was still shrouded in darkness, with the only source of illumination coming from the gate behind me.

Shit. The gate!

I quickly turned around, only to find it already beginning to disappear. Thankfully, it seemed to be closing on its own.

Good. One less thing to worry about.

However, before I could relax, the door suddenly jerked.

Then again.

The handle rattled more violently this time, as though whoever was outside was desperately trying to get in while still being careful not to wake me.

Well, that was awkward.

I couldn’t exactly explain why I’d locked myself in my room and disappeared for an entire dungeon adventure, could I?

I immediately rushed towards my bed, intending to slip under the covers and pretend I’d been asleep all along.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get very far.

Just as I was about to jump onto the mattress, I noticed something.

Blood.

There were tiny bloodstains scattered across my body and clothes.

...Shit.

I glanced down at myself.

Right. That was going to be a problem.

I couldn’t exactly welcome whoever was outside looking like I’d just crawled out of a battlefield. Not unless I wanted to spend the rest of the night answering some very uncomfortable questions.

Changing direction immediately, I rushed into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and turned on the tap.

I hurriedly began washing away the blood, scrubbing my hands and every other part of my body where it had splattered.

I had to get rid of everything. Even a tiny stain would be enough to raise questions.

Meanwhile, the knocking continued.

The door handle jerked again.

Then came another attempt to open it.

I glanced towards the bathroom entrance.

Come on. A little patience wouldn’t hurt anyone.

At this rate, I was beginning to worry that the lock might give way before I finished cleaning up.

"Come on, come on..."

I washed even faster, trying to get rid of the remaining stains.

Just a little more.

Then, as I was about to finish, a familiar voice called from the other side of the door.

"Milo..."

I paused.

"Can you open the door?"

I recognised that voice almost immediately.

It was mum.

I quickly finished washing up, despite still wearing only my boxers. It didn’t take long to get all the blood off.

Once I was done, I strode over to my clothes, picked up my pants, and quickly slipped them on. I gathered the remaining clothes and kicked the bloodied ones under my bed before dusting myself off one last time.

I glanced down at myself.

Looked good enough.

With a sigh, I turned towards the door, reached for the lock, and unlocked it before pulling it open.

The hallway light spilled into the room, and my eyes immediately landed on mummy’s enormous breasts.

Tonight, she was wearing nothing but lingerie. The thin fabric did little to conceal her perky nipples, which were clearly visible beneath it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, either, and the outfit perfectly showcased her voluptuous figure. Her full cleavage was exposed, rising and falling gently with each breath she took.

Her eyes remained fixed on me, while a faint blush coloured her cheeks.

"Hey, mum. Is something wrong?" I asked.

She held my gaze, but I could tell she was struggling to find the right words. Her lips parted slightly before she managed to stammer.

"We..."

She trailed off, taking a deep breath before briefly averting her eyes.

"We have to talk."

"Is something wrong? Can’t it wait until morning?"

"It can’t. Not for now," she replied, keeping her eyes fixed on me.

I studied her for a moment before stepping aside and gesturing for her to come in.

She hesitated, glancing into the darkness of my room. The thought of being alone with her son made her pussy twitch slightly, bringing back the recurring fantasies of her eating her daughter’s pussy while I ate hers.

She quickly shook her head.

No, it’s nothing, she told herself.

Then, pushing those thoughts aside, she stepped into the room. Her breasts bounced slightly with the movement, the soft curves and prominent nipples pressing against her clothes, almost as though begging to be released.

I smiled and closed the door behind her.