CHAPTER 51: MOM!!!

Seeing that Lucas seemed to enjoy watching her eat semen, Carmena simply used her fingers to scrape off the white liquid he had shot onto her upper body, bit by bit.

While gazing at Lucas with a shy yet seductive look, she slowly brought her semen-coated fingers to her mouth, deliberately putting on an act as if she were savoring it with great relish.

Watching this proud young mistress debase herself so lewdly just to please him, Lucas nearly gave in to the urge to pin her down on the seat and fuck her wildly. Unfortunately, the timing was not right.

After finishing the semen, Carmena took Lucas’s cock into her mouth to clean it, then helped him back into his pants before finally rising to adjust her own clothing.

Coming back to his senses after being serviced by the busty beauty, Lucas realized the off-road vehicle had stopped at some point—they seemed to have reached their destination. The other three girls had obediently remained silent so as not to disturb his enjoyment.

After everyone got out, they found themselves halfway up one of the peaks in the Scafell Mountains, apparently near the spot where Jameson had fallen.

According to the positioning system, they were still some distance from the exact coordinates, but the path ahead was blocked by a pile of rubble.

"Master, are you sure your coordinates are correct?" Blanche asked doubtfully after circling the rubble. "By my estimate, the exact point isn’t among these rocks—it’s inside the mountain."

Sarah quickly realized: "That means there’s a cave behind this pile of rubble."

Lucas frowned. "Something’s off. He fell from a height—he should have landed outside the cave. Staying put would have given him a chance of being rescued. Crawling into the cave would be suicide."

"Unless..." Fear slowly seeped into Blanche’s hollow, sorrowful eyes, "Unless he didn’t go in willingly..."

Lucas and Sarah exchanged a look, both recalling what Elsa had said earlier: that the mountain was "unclean."

If that unclean thing was in the cave up ahead, and it had dragged Jameson’s body inside... then everything made sense.

None of the five present were truly foolish; even the most naive of them, Celes, understood the situation. A brief, fear-filled silence fell over the group—until a cell phone rang, utterly ill-timed.

"Hello?" Sarah answered impatiently. "Who is this?"

Lucas couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end, but he could see Sarah’s expression change dramatically.

Shock, hope, anger, grievance, hatred... wave after wave of emotion flooded her eyes like a torrent, until finally settling back into her usual cool detachment.

Then, Lucas heard Sarah softly utter two words he never expected: "Mom?"

Sarah’s birth mother was named Jennifer. She came from a branch of the Dustin family, one of the eight noble families, though she was closely related to the main family.

After divorcing James, she abandoned her newborn daughter Sarah and returned to the Dustin family. She had been in closed-door cultivation ever since, detached from worldly affairs—for seventeen years now.

It could be said Sarah had never known a mother’s love from birth, had never even spoken a single word to her mother.

Sarah kept her head down, speaking in hushed tones, mostly responding with "Mm," or "Okay," making it impossible to guess what was being discussed.

The call lasted less than two minutes. After hanging up, Sarah used the caller ID to add Jennifer on a messaging app and shared her real-time location.

"Your mother is coming?" Lucas asked, surprised.

"Mm..." A trace of confusion still lingered in Sarah’s eyes; she clearly hadn’t recovered from the shock. "She said she’s nearby..."

Then, as if suddenly remembering she hadn’t asked for Lucas’s permission, she flusteredly added, "I’m sorry, Master. This slave told her the location without asking first..."

"It’s fine, I allow it," Lucas reassured her, gently patting Sarah’s head. "We really do need a highly cultivated adult to back us up now."

Watching Sarah get off with just a light apology for her mistake, while she herself had to grovel and debase herself just to avoid punishment, Carmena couldn’t hold back a displeased snort.

Standing beside Sarah, Lucas watched the little red dot representing Jennifer draw closer on the phone screen, and couldn’t help wondering: "What kind of car is your mother driving? Why is she moving in a straight line?"

"I don’t know..." Sarah was equally puzzled. "She didn’t say."

The answer soon became apparent.

A streak of white light sped toward them from the horizon. As it drew near, Lucas could make out through the glare a graceful beauty standing atop a broad longsword, her robes fluttering in the wind.

flight!

Due to this world’s thin mana, flight, a common trope in Fantasy novels, could only be performed by Heaven-rank Wizards, the highest level of cultivators. Thus, Lucas was seeing it for the first time today.

Belated shock dawned on all five present: Jennifer had actually reached Heaven-rank cultivation.

In the final stretch, the white light gradually slowed. The beauty in a flowing white dress landed steadily before the five of them.

Despite wearing attire utterly unsuited for the wilderness, Lucas felt no sense of incongruity. On the contrary, he sincerely felt that such an ethereal beauty ought to dress exactly like this.

Jennifer was already forty years old, but as a Wizard she aged slowly, and having been in seclusion for seventeen years, her appearance remained undamaged. She looked no older than twenty-five or twenty-six.

Her face bore a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to Sarah’s, and her haughty, cold demeanor was even more pronounced. Standing beside Sarah, they looked like biological sisters.

From the moment Jennifer landed, Sarah’s gaze remained fixed on her. Jennifer, naturally, recognized her daughter at first glance.

She raised a hand and beckoned Sarah over. After a moment’s hesitation, Sarah slowly walked toward her.

Jennifer looked at the young face so similar to her own, reached out to tuck a stray lock of Sarah’s hair behind her ear, her expression complex. "You’ve grown so much."

Sarah said nothing, but her eyes welled with tears.

She threw herself forward into Jennifer’s embrace, tears finally overflowing. Just as she was about to weep freely in her mother’s arms for the first time in her life, Jennifer pushed her away.

Sarah’s tears halted abruptly, her eyes filled with hurt and disbelief.

Jennifer looked slightly uncomfortable. "Sarah, now is not the time. We’ll find a suitable chance to talk properly after we return."