Chapter 332: Powerful Deadly Weapon

Any mother in the world, upon accidentally seeing her grown son’s erect penis, would have been utterly mortified.

She would have screamed, turned away, covered her eyes, scolded him for immodesty—anything to escape the sight and pretend it had never happened.

But Fauna was not any mother.

Instead of averting her gaze, she stared.

Completely transfixed.

Her eyes locked onto the towering, throbbing length as if spellbound—as though some invisible curse had glued her vision to it, making it impossible to look away.

All night she had stolen glances at its outline through the thin shorts, burning with curiosity about what it truly looked like unveiled.

Now she knew.

And the reality shattered every expectation.

Cecilia’s earlier whispers had already painted an impressive picture—Fauna had thought that was already the limit.

But this...this was beyond prediction.

It was as if she had planted a seed expecting a modest little fruit tree, only to watch it explode into a colossal ancient oak a hundred meters tall, branches thick as pillars spreading across the sky.

The sheer height, the impossible thickness, the angry flush of colour, the heavy veins pulsing along its length—it defied comprehension.

And worse—far worse—her body was reacting.

A deep, traitorous heat surged through her.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily.

A sudden gush of warmth soaked between her legs, her pussy squirting a small, shameful burst of liquid into her underwear.

Her nipples hardened to aching points beneath her clothes, almost painful.

An itchy, restless need crawled over her skin.

It was as if that massive erection was emitting some silent, dominant signal that her body instinctively answered—submitting without permission, craving without conscious thought.

Fauna’s mind reeled in mortified horror at her own reactions.

And she expected Mika to be just as shocked—perhaps even more so—flailing to cover himself, stammering apologies, face crimson with embarrassment.

But when she finally dragged her gaze upward to his face, she found something entirely different.

After the initial wide-eyed surprise, Mika had settled into a calm, slightly awkward half-smile.

He noticed her staring and gave a small, sheepish shrug.

"Well...this is an awkward situation, isn’t it?" He said lightly. "I really never expected to be showing a full boner to my own mother like this."

Fauna’s jaw dropped.

She couldn’t believe how relaxed he sounded.

"M-Mika." She stammered, voice trembling. "Why are you acting so calm right now? Doesn’t this scare you?"

"Doesn’t it embarrass you that I’m...that I’m seeing something like this?"

"I mean, s-shouldn’t you at least cover yourself with something?"

But Mika didn’t do any of that and instead tilted his head, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Really? Should I?"

He asked, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.

"Sure, if it was anyone else, I’d be dying of embarrassment. But...it’s just you and me here, Fauna. We’ve seen each other naked countless times before. You’ve seen my private parts plenty, and I’ve seen yours."

"So technically, this is...honestly not that different from usual, right? No need to make it a big deal."

But Fauna shook her head vigorously, cheeks burning hotter.

"No, no, no—Mika, it’s completely different!"

She pointed a trembling finger at his still-throbbing erection.

"Look at it! It’s...it’s massive right now! So much bigger than usual! I mean—"

She caught herself, voice squeaking.

"It was already quite...big...when it was soft. But now it’s...it’s..."

She trailed off, realizing exactly what she’d just admitted.

But Mika didn’t even blink.

"Big or small, hard or soft." He said easily. "It’s still just my penis at the end of the day. Not that big a deal. I was shocked at first, yeah, but now? I’m not scared or bothered."

He grinned suddenly, a playful glint in his eye before saying,

"Honestly, it’s kind of funny. And you know what?"

"Check this out."

Before Fauna could protest, he slid off the bed and stood fully.

Then—to her absolute horror—he began swinging his erection side to side, up and down, like he was putting on a show.

Fauna gasped unable to believe what she was witnessing.

"Stop—stop, Mika!" She cried, voice high and panicked. "Don’t do that! It’ll break off! Something so big and heavy will definitely break or sprain or—!"

Mika burst out laughing.

"What are you talking about, Fauna? You’re supposed to be the world’s greatest doctor—the expert on the human body. And here you are sounding like an innocent little girl who knows nothing!"

He gave it another casual swing.

"This isn’t some fragile toy that’ll just snap off. It’s sturdy. Hard. Extremely resilient. Want me to prove it?"

Fauna’s eyes widened. "N-No, that’s not necessary—!"

But Mika was already moving.

He stepped over to one of the heavy monitoring machines, turned sideways, and—before she could stop him—swung his erection like a club against the metal casing.

BANG!

A loud, hammer-like impact echoed through the room.

The machine actually shifted backward a few centimeters on its locked wheels.

Mika’s penis, however, remained completely unmarked—not even reddened.

Fauna stared, mouth agape, not expecting the machine to be damaged instead of his penis.

Then, as if that weren’t enough, Mika walked to the hospital bed—a reinforced frame designed to support massive patients—and slid his erection underneath the metal base.

He glanced back at her with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Are you watching, Fauna? Watching closely?"

Despite every rational part of her screaming that she should stop this, curiosity—and something deeper—pulled her forward.

She moved to the side, peering down.

"I’m watching, Mika...I’m watching." She heard herself say, voice soft with unwilling anticipation.

Mika grinned one last time.

Then he tensed—muscles along his thighs and core flexing—and lifted.

The entire bed rose several inches off the ground, supported solely by the rigid strength of his erection.

Fauna’s breath caught.

The sight was unreal—impossible.

Yet there it was: her son casually bench-pressing a multi-hundred-kilogram hospital bed with nothing but his penis.

"It’s...It’s so strong, Mika." She whispered, almost reverent. "Why is it so strong...?"

Mika gently lowered the bed back down, then stood straight again—his length still proudly upright.

"I don’t really know. I’ve just always been...really well-built down there."

He shrugged, half-laughing.

"It’s like a weapon disguised as a body part. Honestly, I could probably kill someone with this if I wanted to."

Fauna nodded slowly, thinking that was most definitely true—but then suddenly caught herself.

Horror flooded back in.

She had just been openly admiring her son’s erection—commenting on its strength, its size, its width which was the last thing she should be doing.

So, she swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Mika’s eyes instead of letting her gaze drop back to the impossible erection still standing proud between them and asked the question on her mind.

"Mika..."

She began, voice small and shy, one trembling finger pointing toward it.

"Why...Why are you so erect right now? I mean...it’s not supposed to be like this, is it?"

She glanced around the empty room.

"There’s nothing here to stimulate you, right...?"

But the moment the words left her lips, a forbidden, treacherous thought slipped unbidden into her mind.

’What if...it’s me?’

’What if my own son is looking at me at his mother and feeling desire?’

’What if my body is the reason he’s like this—hard, throbbing, uncontrollable?’

The idea should have horrified her completely.

Instead, a dizzying spark of giddiness flared deep in her chest.

A secret, shameful happiness.

As if some buried part of her wanted it to be true—wanted to be seen not just as his mother, but as a woman worthy of such raw, overwhelming reaction.

She shook her head sharply, face burning.

’No. Stop. That’s wrong. So wrong. He would never...’

There’s no way.

But then Mika turned fully toward her.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips.

"You know what Fauna, maybe it is because of you."

He said in a sultry manner, voice low and deliberate.

"Maybe it’s because of you that I’ve got a raging boner like this."

The words hit Fauna like a thunderbolt.

Her mind went blank.

A bomb seemed to detonate behind her eyes.

She stumbled back a step, hands flying up defensively.

"W-What are you saying, Mika?!" She stammered, voice cracking. "There’s no way that can be true! I’m your mother! There’s no way you could see your own mother that way!

"...Right? Right?"

The last word came out almost pleading, begging him to agree, to laugh it off, to make it a joke.

But Mika didn’t laugh.

Instead, he took one slow step forward, closing the distance again.

His towering erection swayed slightly with the movement, now inches from her.

"That is true." He murmured, voice calm but laced with something deeper. "You most definitely are my mother."

He stopped directly in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Then he tilted his head, eyes darkening as they roamed slowly, appreciatively down her figure.

"But do you know what else is most definitely true, Fauna?"

Fauna’s throat went dry.

She knew she shouldn’t answer.

She knew she should stop this.

But the word slipped out anyway, barely a whisper.

"...What? W-What is true?"

Mika’s smile grew as he reached out, hands sliding boldly to her chest, cupping her full breasts through her clothes and squeezing gently but firmly.

"That this body of yours..." He said, voice husky, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. "...is utterly, completely enchanting. Hot. Tempting. Sexy. And all the naughty words you can think off."

Fauna gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound.

His touch sent lightning through her.

"It looks so innocent on the surface." He continued, kneading slowly, eyes locked on hers. "But deep down? It’s designed to drive a man insane. Made to tempt him to his death."

His fingers kneaded slowly, reverently.

"Sure, you’re definitely my mother." He continued, voice husky. "But if I ignored that for a moment—if I saw you on the street, didn’t know your face, didn’t know who you were and just saw this body."

"That perfect waist...Those full breasts...That fat, juicy ass sticking out like an invitation..."

He gave a low, appreciative hum.

"I’d get hard on the spot. I’d think about bending you over right there. Ravaging you until you couldn’t walk."

Fauna’s heart thundered so violently she thought it might burst.

Her legs trembled.

Her pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness soaking through her panties.

She felt paralyzed—trapped between terror and a dark, pulsing need.

For one dizzying moment, she truly believed he was about to do it.

That he would push her down, tear her clothes away, devour her completely.

And worse—she wasn’t sure she could resist.

Wasn’t sure she wanted to.

But then—

Abruptly, Mika released her.

His hands dropped to his sides.

He stepped back with a casual smile, as if nothing had happened.

"But of course." He said lightly, turning away. "You’re my mother. So I can’t think of you that way. There’s no way I’d get a boner because of that. Definitely not the case."

He scratched his head thoughtfully, facing away from her.

"So...what exactly could it be? What could have caused something like this all of a sudden?"

And while Mika tried to figure it out, Fauna swayed on her feet, chest heaving, body burning.

For a moment, she had been certain he was going to take her—claim her right there on the examination room floor.

Now that he had stopped...now that he had pulled away...

Relief should have flooded her.

Instead, a sharp, confusing pang of disappointment twisted in her chest.

She didn’t understand.

She should be grateful.

She should be happy he stopped.

So why did she feel...empty?

Why did her body still ache for the touch he had just denied her?

Why was she standing there, trembling, wishing—against everything sacred—that he hadn’t stopped at all?

Fauna pressed a hand to her racing heart, staring at Mika’s broad, turned back, and wondered in silent, horrified despair how much longer she could keep pretending she didn’t already know the answer.