A confused and flustered expression crosses Bai Lungâs face as he continues groping the womanâs breasts.
â What is this? Why are these so soft and squishy? Iâve never seen or felt anything like this before, this being, seem to be something special, â
His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of the strange new sensations.
â Also who are you? Where am I? None of this makes any sense! âHe releases his hands and, looked around the unfamiliar room with a mixture of bewilderment and caution.
He felt like he was still on trial,
â This isnât the dark tower I was in. What trickery is this? This must be the part of the test, should I kill this unknown being? â
His eyes narrowed as he regarded the person suspiciously.
â Hey, You! Tell me where am I or else, I might kill you, â Bai Lung said with his cold voice dripping like venom.
Hearing this,
The womanâs eyes widened in shock at Bai Lungâs threatening demeanor.
She raised her hands placatingly, trying to calm the situation. âBai Lung, itâs me, your mother. Whatâs gotten into you? Youâre acting so strange⦠I meant no harm to you,â She took a cautious step forward with a look of deep concern etched on her face.
Bai Lung really looked like he had no idea on what was going on.
âMother?â Bai Lung repeated the word, testing it on his tongue.
He eyed the âmotherâ skeptically, not fully convinced by her claim. âIf you are mother, then explain how I ended up here. The last thing I remember is being in that dark tower, facing some kind of trial,â He narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with suspicion.
Mother: ââ¦â ( Tower? What tower? Dark Tower⦠This is it, this must be it, I have told this brat not to play those games but he never listens to me⦠Mobile! Mobile! Mobile! Game! Game! Game! This brat really trouble me a lot, )
Her brows frowned as she processed it.
It seems she thought Bai Lungâs condition was due to games and phones.
â Dark tower? Trial? Bai Lung, I have no idea what youâre talking about. Youâve been living here with me your whole life. Youâve never mentioned anything about a tower,â She reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm, but he flinched away, not trusting the contact trying to tell him the reality.
But she soon realized that was a stupid move, because, what does he know?
Bai Lungâs mind raced as he tried to piece together what was happening.
Was this unknown person named mother really an ally? Is this really the other world mentioned by the King?
And if it is so, how did he end up in this strange, unfamiliar place?
Like, there must be something that allowed him to do there right? Not to mention, this figure didnât know about the tower he was in not the world.
The lack of dark miasma was jarring, and the absence of his shards only heightened his unease, there was no way he would trust this person was an ally.
He took a step back, putting distance between himself and the person.
The womanâs expression grew increasingly troubled. âBai Lung, youâre starting to worry me. This is our home, where youâve lived your entire life, letâs visit a doctor and check up- â
She stopped suddenly while she thought would this brat even accept it?
From the looks of it, there was no way, this boy would go with her to see the doctor.
She needed robust a strategy to get him checked up.
For her, it was a serious issue, her son was acting like a child groping her breast, and she meant an actual child, with no memories.
During his childhood too, he used to suck them hard and love to play with it⦠And, he is still the same.
Her problem wasnât that he liked breasts, which is common for boys, her problem was regarding his mind.
It seems out of nowhere, he had lost his memories and became a big barbaric boy and the sad thing is that he may actually kill her, if he gets angry.
Obviously, she blamed it all on the game thinking it was the one who helped woken the violent desires in Bai Lung.
â Sigh! Listen up, you are Bai Lung, my son, and I am your mother, this is your home, the place where you used to live, â she explained calmly trying to act as friendly as possible.
Bai Lungâs expression remains skeptical as he eyes the person claiming to be his mother.
What was even mother? He thought it was name but it seems it isnât.
But this was his home? Where he used to live? How come he has no memory of it? Come to think of it, the figure; King, did mention he may have lost his memories.
â If this is truly my home, then why does none of this feel familiar? âHe glances around the room once more, searching for any hint of recognition.
The King had mentioned during the days of practice that once you pass the trail, you can return back and your memories will be back.
But, if he was back then, where are his memories?
â you still havenât explained how I ended up here,â His gaze narrows as he considers the situation.
âPerhaps you are in league with those who placed me in that trial, â His hand instinctively reaches for a weapon, but finds nothing at his side.
Even the kitchen knife was thrown away beforehand while he enjoyed touching those softy things.
The womanâs eyes widened in alarm at Bai Lungâs threatening tone and movements, as she had feared, this boy was indeed an extreme case.
It seems he doesnât even understand what a woman is or a mother.
And yes! She poured all the blame on games.
Anyway, using his weakness of her breast, she somehow managed to tame him.
He was a simple creature, who loved breasts.
Now, all she has to do is to take him to see an expert.