The Omnistore System



His mother's reaction was a mix of shock and concern. "Kevin, why didn't you tell us earlier? Are you sure it's safe? Cultivation can be dangerous!"

Kevin nodded reassuringly, still holding the table as if it weighed nothing. "Mom, don't worry. I've been cautious and following a reliable technique. It's not as risky as you might think."

Riya chimed in, her initial disbelief giving way to curiosity. "So, what kind of abilities have you gained from this cultivation? Can you shoot fire from your hands or something?"

Kevin chuckled at his sister's imagination. "No fire-shooting just yet. It's more about enhancing my physical and mental capabilities, improving my energy control, and, you know, the basics of cultivating."

Still concerned, his mother questioned, "Where did you get it?"

"Mom, don't worry about it. It's genuine. I'll even teach you how to practice it once I return from the training," he reassured, noticing the anxiety in his mother's eyes.

"Training? For what and where?" Her worry deepened, memories of her husband's fate during training resurfacing. She didn't want to lose her only son the same way.

"Mom, I said don't worry about it," Kevin replied, trying to ease her concern. He glanced at his sister, who was now absorbed in her smartwatch with an ear-to-ear grin.

"Mom, don't cook dinner for me tonight. I'm eating out. And for you, we'll talk later," his sister declared, her eyes darting suspiciously to Kevin.

"Where are you going?" Maria inquired.

"To Natalie's house," his sister answered before swiftly departing.

"Who's Natalie, Mom?" Kevin asked, unfamiliar with his sister's friend.

"Her friend. She's visited our house before. Quite a shy girl," Maria explained, returning to her cooking. She resumed the conversation with a hint of reproach, "So, that's why you've been away from home so much. But why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"I don't know...I didn't really think about it. But I've told you now, right?" Kevin responded, watching his mother's back as she continued preparing dinner.

He glanced at the contours of her hips, the loose fabric of her clothes subtly outlining their shape. It wasn't a matter of fat, yet an urge to hold them in his hands arose within Kevin.

"Do you manage the store or it's a lie too?" she questioned once more.

"No mom, I visit the store daily and even hired someone to take care of it when I'm not around," he responded, pushing himself up from the chair and approaching her.

"Nice to know... huh! What are you doing?" she asked, sounding surprised, as she felt Kevin's hands on her waist.

"Mom, I got a question for you too," Kevin said, his hands casually resting on her waist as he leaned in a bit closer.

"Why do you do that every night? Is it because you feel lonely?" he whispered into her ear, causing her to pause her work on the chopping board.

"What are you talking about? And can't you ask from a distance?" she replied, feigning innocence and attempting to move away.

"Don't lie, mom. You know what I'm talking about. Every night, you moan my name and use my hands to fondle your breasts. And last night, you even grabbed my penis. You know I was awake every time," he said, causing her body to tremble and silencing her as she looked down.

"Why do you do that, mom? Am I not your son? How can you do that to me, your own son? Even if you were lonely, you should have never done that to your own son," he asked, his penis pressing against her soft hips. But she didn't realize it, as she fell into her thoughts, guilt washing over her.

'He knew what I was doing to him? Why? Why did he know?' she asked herself. With a low tone and tears in her eyes, she finally said, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Kevin asked, a mocking smile on his face as he pressed his hips against hers, their bodies tightly together. He placed his cheek against hers and continued, "You're just sorry... for molesting your own son in sleep? Do you know the gravity of the crime you committed? Let's forget about the crime... Do you realize how immoral it is to do that to your own blood, someone who calls you mom? MOM, MARIA..MOM, do you know how much sacred this word is?"

Maria didn't respond, simply listening with her gaze fixed downward. Her veiled expression concealed her true feelings, but the guilt in her eyes betrayed her emotions.

"Tell me, you know?" Kevin's tone rose a bit, causing her to shiver slightly.

With tears falling down her cheeks, she nodded her head.

"And you still chose to tarnish it with your lust? How could someone like you fall so low?" Kevin's voice carried a mix of reproach and concern as he held her in a tight embrace. His words weighed heavily on her already burdened conscience, while his actions brought her comfort and a sense of being loved. She couldn't entirely comprehend his intentions, but the conflict within her was breaking her down.

"I am sorry... I am sorry... I don't know why I did that... I am sorry... I will never do it again, please forgive me..." Her shoulders trembled as she spoke, her voice laden with genuine regret.

"How can I forgive you after you committed such a sinful act? No one can forgive you... And why are you crying now? Oh, I forgot—you cry every time after molesting me, asking for my forgiveness, only to repeat the same actions again... Do you know how difficult it was for me to endure it...? How hard it was for me to act asleep while you rub you're body all around me?" Kevin's words continued, holding a complex mix of frustration and suppressed desire. He was striving to make her feel the weight of her actions, to evoke a guilt that would drive her to seek his forgiveness at any cost.

She remained silent, her trembling and muffled weeping veiling her face from view.

With feigned frustration, he gently guided her to face him, his fingers reaching to unveil her tear-streaked countenance. "Enough of this, let me see how guilty you are for touching yourself, thinking about your own son," he uttered, his tone shifting. As her features were revealed, his initial act of frustration dissolved, replaced by a mixture of surprise and astonishment.