After a peaceful breakfast, I planned to visit the neighboring Kingdom of Lothric with Miss Hill—and somehow "ghost" my engagement to Lorian for a while.
My scheme clinked like coins in a vault. In the cavernous dining hall, my triumphant grin echoed off the walls.
Then a sneaky intruder shattered everything.
"Hey! Brat! Eating already?!"
A pair of broad hands clamped my shoulders from behind, kneading them roughly.
That perverted groping jolted me upright like a spring!
"Waaahhh!"
I leaped from my chair, fist instinctively cocked for a Hero’s "Iron Knuckle" punch.
But when I spun around and saw who it was, my fist froze mid-swing.
"Oh. It’s just you, old man."
I exhaled sharply.
I didn’t punch him—not out of respect.
I wanted to stab this creepy bastard.
"What? A father and son sharing some morning affection is normal! Don’t be so jumpy, brat. Just like your mom."
The middle-aged man grinned at me.
A stranger might’ve seen a warm, playful dad.
Dead wrong.
This guy was a full-blown pervert! A leg-rubbing, butt-slapping freak who even cast spells on his son’s portraits!
"By the way, son—you in that skirt? Dead ringer for your mom back in the day. Damn, it’s got me rock hard!"
His slimy gaze crawled down my legs, screaming *These thighs would feel amazing wrapped around me!*
Sure, I’d dressed extra cute to handle this month’s impending "flare-up." But that didn’t excuse a father lusting over his son’s fishnets!
Seriously—why was this creep so insatiable?!
Couldn’t his hundred-and-eight stepmoms satisfy him?!
...
Everyone knew my dad: Zerola, the continent’s legendary Hero. Though semi-retired now, his name still thundered across the land.
Blessed by a divine dragon in his youth, he earned the title: Dragon Zerola.
His conquests matched his wives. Including my mother—now exiled to the heavens—he’d married one hundred and eight women.
And this tireless stud had a "big breasts" fetish! His groping thrilled him, but I paid the price.
Imagine waking up to an Elf aunt’s huge, pale chest. Training under a Demon aunt’s huge, dark chest. Studying beside a Queen aunt’s huge, plush chest...
Ten years drowning in cleavage!
Constant exposure left my skin smelling faintly of sweet milk—which was why Lorian loved licking my face.
Worse, stepmoms were supposed to be evil. Mine adored me. With Mom in the heavens and Hill "abusing" me daily, they dumped all their "stepmotherly love" on me.
Normally, it was just warm hugs. But on flare-up days? I risked cuckolding my own dad.
Their love turned... intense when my condition hit.
...
"Guh!"
Dizziness slammed into me. I wobbled, collapsing beside my chair.
Disaster!
This month’s flare-up was due any day—and fantasizing about stepmom chests had triggered it early!
Panic clawed my throat. Yet my usual tormentor, my dad, suddenly acted like a real father.
"Kid! You okay?! Did Hill feed you poison again?!"
He yanked me up, the mighty Hero trembling as he held me.
"N-no... Pervert! Run!" I choked out.
If he stayed, things would get ugly.
I’d worn this dress to weaken my allure to women. But as a flawless crossdressing boy? I’d become catnip for men...
My warning came too late.
Sweet, intoxicating fragrance seeped into the air. Before my stepmoms could scent it, Dad snapped first.
...
His panic vanished. He slapped my fishnet-clad thighs, rubbing them greedily.
"Son, these legs are divine. Got me rock hard."
"Pervert! Get off!"
I kicked him square in the chest.
**BOOM!**
Golden max-tier battle aura cratered the floor beneath him. Yet he crawled back like a cockroach.
"Amazing... Amazing! Being stomped by my crossdressing son in heels? Better than big tits! C’mon, brat—stomp harder!"
"Like hell I will!"
This degenerate was beyond saving. And I had no time for him.
The flare-up hit too suddenly. If my castle-dwelling stepmoms caught the scent...
...
I’d just launched Dad airborne when voices flooded the hall.
At least ten stepmoms.
"Little Arisa~~ Where are you?!"
"Mama suddenly needs a hug~ Come out, sweetie!"
"Shall Mama tell you a ‘Stepmother’s Breath’ story~?"
Like cats in heat, they followed the milk-sweet trail straight to the dining room.
**CRASH!**
The doors shattered instantly. Dad was a Hero—his wives were no pushovers.
They stormed in. Luckily, I’d used Dad’s old ninja trick—"Invisibility Jutsu"—vanishing before they spotted me.
I stood brazenly in the room, watching them search. If I couldn’t handle this, I didn’t deserve the Hero’s blood in my veins.
"No luck. Arisa’s hiding."
"Should we search outside?"
They found no trace.
Just as I relaxed, one stepmom spotted Dad curled in the corner—where I’d kicked him.
"Wait! That bastard’s here. He knows where Arisa is!"
My heart shot into my throat.
I’d forgotten to invisify the leg-rubbing creep!
He’d sell me out for sure.
Too late. The stepmoms kicked him awake.
Dad must’ve skipped his "marital duties" last night—their kicks held zero mercy.
"Hey! Where’s Arisa?!"
If that bastard talked, I was doomed.
*[Crossdressing. Restraints. Taboo. Group O. Giant Breasts...]*
Every forbidden manga trope flashed through my mind. If they found me...
...
Thankfully, my perverted dad was still dazed by my "girl power."
"Heh heh... Son’s fishnets..."
"What nonsense! Where’s Arisa?!"
Another kick.
His grin turned even filthier.
"Tomboy girls are the best! Ugh—!"
He crumpled under their fists.
Dad was neutralized. But a worse threat loomed.
I’d underestimated my stepmoms’ terror.
A busty beastkin stepmom with twitching ears sniffed sharply, then spoke gravely:
"No mistake. Arisa’s here. Hiding. I still smell his sweet milk scent."
*Mom, are you part bloodhound?!*
My pulse stopped. Cold dread flooded my limbs.
Miscalculation! I shouldn’t have hidden here!
I was a walking milk candy dispenser! A beastkin nose would track the sweetness straight to my invisible self!
I had to move.
Running risked capture—and being "claimed" by stepmoms. My virginity—and my dad’s honor—would vanish.
The beastkin aunt’s nose inched toward my face.
Then—a familiar voice cut through the panic.
"Everyone. Arisa isn’t here."
Hill. My terrifying, lifesaving guardian.
"He fled the moment his flare-up hit. After injuring his father."
"But the scent—" the beastkin aunt hesitated.
They respected Hill, the goddess who raised me. None argued.
"Do you think Arisa wouldn’t know his own scent?"
Hill winked at empty air. "He left it as bait. To buy time while he escapes."
"Then..."
"Split up. Search the castle. I’ll treat this man."
*Saved.*
I’d clawed my way back from hell.
Watching the stepmothers leave one by one, my heart pounded wildly. Hill quickly came to my side.
As a Goddess, Hill was the only woman so far immune to my terrible constitution.
I’d failed in my duties and nearly been overpowered by the stepmothers when my condition flared up. I expected Hill to scold me, but this time, my "personal maid" didn’t.
She patted my head.
"We can’t stay here anymore. Hurry up and follow me to hide."
Hill grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the window, ready to jump out and escape.
Just as I sighed in relief, she added, "About whether you were ‘excited’ or not—I’ll investigate that thoroughly later."
So she’s still going to settle the score later!?
