Yandere Step-Mom-Chapter 45: Bl

Liend entered his room and collapsed onto the bed. The AC hummed softly in the background, heating the otherwise cool space. The sheet covered him, but sleep wouldn’t come. He turned, restless, grunting as he pushed himself upright, sitting on the edge of the bed. His legs hung off the side, one hand pressed to his forehead.

"Why’s it..." he muttered, eyes narrowed in discomfort. His head throbbed—sharp and pulsing—and inside him, a strange emptiness gnawed away. A hollow ache, one he couldn’t place.

A soft knock came at the door.

Kiana peeked in, her voice gentle. "I’m coming in."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. That same smooth, motherly smile touched her face—warm, calm. In one hand, she held a water bottle. In the other, a single pill.

"You didn’t take this," she said, walking toward him.

"I thought..." Liend began, but trailed off.

"You forgot your sleep medication?" she offered, tilting her head knowingly.

Liend groaned, realization hitting him. "That’s why I couldn’t sleep..."

Kiana smiled, extending the pill to him.

"Or maybe... because of her?" Kiana murmured, her voice soft, speculative.

Liend didn’t respond. He only glanced toward the clock, uncertain.

"It’s already half past," he said quietly.

"If she was really coming at full speed... wouldn’t she be here by now?" he added, though it felt more like he was thinking aloud than asking her.

Kiana shook her head gently. "Mommy told you to take it easy... didn’t she?"

She stepped forward, holding out the pill in her hand. "Now, here," she said, placing it in his palm. "Take this and go get some rest."

She smiled—warm, assuring. "Put all your weight... your burdens on Mommy," she whispered. "She’ll take care of everything."

Liend took the pill, swallowing it.

The simple motion—the familiarity—eased him a little. Maybe his body had already grown dependent on it. But more than the medication, it was her gaze, that calm assurance in her eyes, that settled him.

"Alright," he exhaled, nodding faintly.

"But... tomorrow’s my football match," he added, almost like a reminder.

"I won’t be able to sleep much," Liend muttered, pulling the blanket over himself.

Kiana stood by, her voice low, almost gentle.

"No, Liend."

She looked toward his back.

"You won’t be going to the match tomorrow."

Her smile was soft—pleasant—but carried something strange beneath it.

Liend looked over his shoulder, waving her off with a chuckle.

"Sure, Mom."

"Then what, I stay home and play video games?" he teased.

"I’m going tomorrow. Just tell me—are you dropping me off, or should I book a cab before I sleep?"

But Kiana shook her head again.

"I’m serious, Liend."

Her smile remained unchanged—calm, pleasant... and eerily still.

"You’re not going to that match tomorrow."

Liend turned fully now, propping himself up slightly, his smile faltering.

"Mom..." he said, half hesitant, half uneasy.

"I know I said I wouldn’t do it again..." Liend said quietly.

"I already apologized—I even took the punishment. But... do you really have to make me feel uneasy now? Right before the first match?"

Kiana shook her head slowly.

"Mom’s not playing games, Liend."

She sat beside him on the bed, her voice soft but unwavering.

"You’re not going anywhere—tomorrow, the day after, or after that.

"She looked him in the eyes.

"Get that into your head."

Her tone was calm, sweet—motherly even. But beneath it, there was something firmer. A quiet, unmistakable edge. A command. Maybe even a threat.

Liend tensed.

"What are you saying now, Mom?" he asked, alarm rising in his voice.

"I’ve told you since I was a kid—football is what I want. I have to make it big."

Kiana didn’t argue.

She simply lifted a hand and pressed it gently against his cheek.

"Don’t worry," she said softly.

"You will make it big," Kiana said gently. "Very big..."

Her smile was calm, almost soothing—disarmingly so.

"Just not in football."

She stood up slowly, smoothing the bedsheet over Liend’s chest, tucking him in with a quiet finality.

"Now sleep well," she whispered. "Tomorrow’s another day..."She smiled again, soft and motherly.

"Just Mom... and you."

Liend stared, confused, uneasy. Something about her words didn’t sit right. His heart thudded.

"No!" he suddenly shouted.

"I want to—" his voice cracked. "I want to do something, Mom. Football... I love it. It’s the only thing that’s kept me going. I have to go. I have to make it, and only in this—"

Kiana turned back toward him, unbothered, still smiling.

"Turn your phone on, Liend."

"What?" he blinked, thrown.

"Just turn it on," she said again—gentle, but certain.

"Open our message thread," Kiana said.

Liend hesitated, but turned, reaching for his phone beside the bed. The screen lit up. He opened their chat.

"There’s a video," Kiana added, her tone quiet—measured.

Liend’s thumb hovered, then tapped.

Suddenly, from the speaker—"Agh!"

A sharp cry.

The video started mid-action—no lead-in, no context. Just a side-angle view: Liend thrusting into his mother—Kiana, fast, rough. Captured by a camera positioned discreetly in the room.

His eyes widened—clouded, wavering.

"Mom..." he whispered, voice low, fragile.

She stepped closer, her presence both soothing and unsettling. She reached out, brushing his hair gently, her fingers calming—but heavy with intent.

"I didn’t want to do this," she murmured, "but..."

Her voice faltered for a breath, then steadied.

"I love you, Liend."

Liend looked back—uncertain, hesitant.

"Why are you..." His voice faltered, trailing off as the video continued to play. From the speaker came Kiana’s moans—sharp, high, pleading to be let go. But in the footage, Liend kept her locked, arms tight around her, his shaft buried deep in her ass, unrelenting.

Beside him now, Kiana’s voice came—low as she caressed his hair.

"Because... I’m your mother, Liend," she whispered. "And I love you..."

Her eyes held his—alarmingly intense. A dangerous blend of compassion and obsession burned behind them, well past the threshold of reason.

Liend’s gaze wavered, his breath catching. Words trembled on his lips, cracking as he tried to understand.

"Mom..." he whispered. "Then why... why can’t you let me be happy?"

His voice was soft, fragile—searching, as Kiana leaned in.

"Aren’t you happy now, Liend...?" she asked, her voice sweet—too sweet—like a lullaby with a blade beneath it.

"Wouldn’t you be happy... with this?" she asked, tilting her head gently, as one hand slowly rose to rest on her belly.

"This..." her voice dropped—soft, sultry, almost dreamlike. "I’m sure... you knocked Mom up today."

The words landed with a strange, terrifying calm. Her tone smooth, almost soothing—too smooth.

"This happiness... the way I see it..." she continued, eyes shining with an unsettling warmth. "That’s all I want, Liend. Just Mom and you. And Mom will give you everything—everything you could ever need... as long as you don’t question it. As long as you follow."

She smiled, as Liend stared, dazed—his mind spinning. Had he ever seen this side of her? Had he ever even imagined it existed?

His body stiffened. A tremble ran through him as his throat clenched—unable to swallow, barely able to breathe. Kiana’s fingers laced through his, her grip firm. Her maddening love held him in place—possessive, consuming—leaving him no space to move, no room to escape.