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EP.290. [Marianne, the Loving Stepmother Who Embraced Her Beloved Foster Son’s Giant Manhood with Her Heart.v] 

“Uheoooh! Mother! Mother!!” 

Eugene Schneider, shocked as if having a seizure, was even more startled than when Drake had suddenly appeared while he was masturbating. It was because he realized the voice belonged to Marianne, his beloved stepmother, who had just witnessed his most shameful act. 

‘Didn’t I just say it out loud? Damn, I was calling Charlotte’s name out loud just now???’ 

Not only that Eugene had his pants down, his huge erection exposed, and was calling out for Charlotte while pleasuring himself, mentioning her butt, breasts, vagina, and even begging her to help him finish. 

The reason for mentioning her name was desperate focus, but the background didn’t matter. What mattered was that he’d said it out loud, and Marianne most likely heard it. 

Eugene Schneider was screwed. 

“A-ah, no, Mother, you didn’t come at a bad time. Charlotte? What I said just now was just a slip of the tongue, haha!” 

But Eugene Schneider was not an ordinary man he was a seasoned pervert. He greeted Marianne with feigned nonchalance, trying to laugh it off. 

“Hmm... As I said, I woke up and didn’t see you nearby, so I thought maybe you’d gone to relieve yourself. But you didn’t come back after a long time, so I came looking...” 

They were about ten meters apart. But since it was nighttime in the woods, Marianne couldn’t see Eugene clearly, while the moonlight shone just enough on Eugene’s side to fully expose his embarrassing state. 

So, in this one-sided situation, Marianne stood frozen like a statue, explaining herself to her indecent foster son. 

“That’s right, Mother! As you can see, I wasn’t peeing, I was... well, handling my own business, haha!” 

Eugene scratched his head, embarrassed, but put on a bold face and explained his situation openly. 

‘Mother’s really flustered. At times like this, I can’t let myself get flustered too.’ 

He could be so shameless not just because he was a pervert, but because he sensed Marianne was truly flustered. No matter how awkward or dire things got, his top priority was always caring for his family, especially the women of the Oblaing family. 

“I thought a good night’s sleep would calm the demonic energy, but it didn’t. So I decided I needed to release some energy. Honestly, this has helped me a lot before, Mother.” 

It was mortifying, but he wanted to clear up any confusion for Marianne. 

“I see, Eugene... I never really understood how you managed to suppress your demonic energy, but now I get it, son...” 

In the darkness, Marianne nodded slowly, accepting Eugene’s words. As embarrassing as it was, she trusted her foster son completely. 

“Then, Mother, please go ahead and sleep. Don’t worry about me. I’ll finish up and come back. And don’t worry about monsters I can handle them in this state, haha!” 

Eugene tried to reassure her, more brazen than ever, standing there in his indecent state. 

“Hmm, well, Eugene...” 

He had handled the crisis well, but now Marianne seemed hesitant, as if she had something more to say. 

“Why, Mother? Is something wrong?” 

Eugene looked at her with curiosity. 

Marianne’s answer shocked him to the core. 

“Would you allow this mother to help you with that...?” 

“What???!” 

She was asking to help her foster son finish an unthinkable proposition. 

“I mean it, dear. You’re working so hard out here at night. As your mother, how could I just watch you suffer? I want to help you, even a little.” 

Step, step, step  

Marianne began walking toward Eugene, illuminated by the moonlight, revealing her intention to help her foster son, who was desperately trying to relieve himself. 

“I understand your feelings, Mother, but what I’m doing right now is really not something you should help with...” 

Marianne’s intention was so noble it could bring tears to one’s eyes. Even Eugene, initially shocked, was calmed by her sincerity. 

But it made no sense was she really offering to help him masturbate? 

“A moment ago, you mentioned Charlotte. That wasn’t a coincidence, was it?” 

Trying to draw a clear line, Eugene was caught off guard as Marianne brought up Charlotte. 

“Be honest. I can always tell if you’re lying or telling the truth. I love you too much not to know. Has Charlotte been helping you control your demonic energy?” 

Marianne’s voice grew firm and her gaze intense she was convinced that Eugene’s earlier mention of Charlotte wasn’t an accident, but a natural slip from something that had happened before. 

‘Damn... I can’t deny it! Mother’s eyes are too intense and full of authority!’ 

Eugene Schneider, master manipulator of his harem, was utterly defenseless before his stepmother’s loving authority. 

“Yes, Mother... Sometimes Charlotte has helped me. When I need to calm down quickly, there’s no other way...” 

He confessed to being relieved by his big sister, but tried to keep the details vague. 

‘No way I can tell her I’ve slept with all my sisters...’ 

But at least for now, he couldn’t say more. 

“Oh, my dear... my Eugene Schneider... You don’t need to feel so guilty...” 

Step, step, step, step, 

Marianne, moved by his confession, felt only pity for her foster son, believing he was suffering from guilt over what he’d done with his sister. 

She walked toward him with a loving expression. 

“Mother! No! I’m really not in a state you should be hugging right now!” 

It was clear she wanted to embrace him, and Eugene was flustered. He didn’t want to sully such a pure and noble woman. 

“Nonsense!” 

Hug! 

“M-Mother!!” 

But there was no stopping her. Marianne fiercely hugged her foster son, regardless of his indecent state. 

“I am your mother... Not by blood, but I’ve loved you and raised you since you were a child. To me, every part of you is precious and dear, Eugene Schneider...” 

Pat, pat, pat... 

“Ugh... Mother...!!!!” 

Marianne stroked his back, whispering words of love and comfort. 

No matter how strong or grown Eugene had become, to her he was still the boy she’d raised. 

“What you did with Charlotte was not wrong, son. Demonic energy is not something to be taken lightly. Only someone with strong holy power like your sister could help you safely. It was the wise thing to do.” 

“I see, Mother...” 

Marianne comforted Eugene, explaining that caring for demonic energy was nothing compared to the responsibilities of a nun, and that his decision was wise. 

“But I suppose our eldest daughter, lacking experience with men, couldn’t help you as effectively as needed.” 

She took it a step further. 

“But I, your mother, am a woman who understands a man’s needs and desires quite well...” 

Sssss... 

Her hand moved, snake-like, to a certain place. 

That place was  

“So, son, will you allow your mother to help you with this?” 

 Chomp! 

 Eugene’s fully erect, 26cm giant manhood. 

Grand Duchess Marianne, Eugene’s stepmother, had finally grabbed her foster son’s manhood.