The Promised Neverland

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Glug...glug...Where am I? Who am I? What is that sound? What is
that in front of me? What is a farm? What are the ingredients? Why do these people look like this? They look different from that woman who seems
so out of place...Mom? What is that big thing next to me
? Is it something new?

m...i...n...d...c...o...n...t...r...o...l...

Am I being picked up? Wait, why do my ears hurt? It hurts so much! I don't want it
to hurt like this! "I don't want it!" The black-haired boy suddenly sat up in bed, his white clothes soaked with sweat
. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest, making it hard to breathe. I hurriedly opened my eyes,
gasping for breath. All around me was darkness, with only a faint moonlight peeking through the gaps in the curtains
, illuminating the surrounding scenery. Clutching the white blankets tightly in my hands, surrounded by
the soft , I sat alone, feeling like an outsider, completely out of place in this peaceful atmosphere.

"A nightmare?" I brushed my bangs back; were they damp with sweat too? Memories of my childhood
flooded back. It was truly an inescapable hell. Rows and rows of my siblings, each barcoded and placed in
tracking devices, like livestock awaiting slaughter.

No, I smiled faintly. We were livestock, after all, this house was a giant factory.
How ironic. Perhaps the only one not an orphan, born to my mother Isabella, knew her
identity all too well. Was this fate? Just as I was wallowing in self-pity, the image that flashed through my mind appeared
before me: "mindcontrol." What did that mean? Why was I so fixated on this string of letters?
Lost in thought, I bit my nails, questioning these words etched into my heart. Well, since this
life is only going to last until I'm twelve anyway, I might as well do what I want. I pushed open the door, lit the oil lamp, and
slowly walked towards the library.

"Mind control, hypnosis, interesting." Seeing some information in the literature, I couldn't help but
feel curious about this new knowledge. "If used properly, it can change a person's thoughts, change their mind."
This sentence flashed through my mind like lightning, making me think of something. Although I really wanted to continue
learning , the lack of tools and books left me powerless. Suddenly, I thought of those
brothers and sisters who were sold off, their hypocritical smiles and congratulations, knowing they were lambs to the slaughter, pierced
my heart. Ha, since I already have a body tainted with sin, it's not a big deal to sell out my brothers and sisters for profit just to satisfy my
curiosity , right? The library was shrouded in darkness,
with only the flickering candlelight illuminating the space where the black-haired boy sat. The dim light mirrored
the boy's fragile heart; even surrounded by darkness, he still yearned for a hope he didn't understand.

Two years later

, bright sunlight streamed in through the window, and the cheerful chirping of birds echoed through the green lawn. It was a perfect day for
drying clothes . Isabella looked at the beautiful weather outside, and her mood lifted involuntarily. Here
were her beloved children, the children she had painstakingly raised. Watching
the children playing on the grass in front of the door, Isabella felt a deep joy. Her gentle gaze slowly swept over the smiling
faces of each child, finally
settling . For some reason, despite having so many lovely and intelligent children in the orphanage, she
paid particular attention to this seemingly unremarkable child.

"Because...it's my own flesh and blood." Touching her lower abdomen, even though it had been 11 years since her last pregnancy
, Isabella always felt a strange, indescribable stirring whenever she saw that black-haired boy. No matter how much she devoted herself to her children, there was always an unspeakable sense of separation
from her own flesh and blood, her own child . 　　"In two more years, will you also reach the age of 'shipping'?" Although she felt saddened , years of experience had allowed Isabella to overcome her fear. After all, in this cruel world, these children were powerless to resist. Even if they wanted to escape, they could only experience the despair she felt facing the precipice. So, at least letting you grow up happily before being shipped out was the greatest help she could give you. 　　The prolonged gaze seemed to have caught the boy's attention. He stood up and walked over, looking up at his mother, asking, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?" 　　Interrupted from her thoughts, Isabella smiled at the puzzled boy and explained , "Nothing, I was just thinking that without realizing it, Ray, you're already 10 years old." 　　Looking directly into those beautiful violet eyes, the genuine tenderness warmed my heart. Yes, after all, she was my mother. However, the warmth in my heart was destined to be fleeting. "In two more years, you'll be of shipping age." It sounded like a sigh, a lament, and perhaps even anticipation. The cold words brought me back to reality. Yes, after all, she was "Mom," and I was the merchandise. However, the mask concealed the cold smile in my heart. I remained outwardly calm, continuing my feigned politeness. "Two years? Not too long, not too short. By the way, Mom, what about the thing I asked you for last time?" 　　"That thing, headquarters seems to have approved it. It's in my room. Go get it from my room later." 　　Is that so? Then my plan can finally be implemented! 　　"Okay, I'll go get it from your room later." With that, I turned and sat under the big tree, lowering my head to read. Isabella, however, didn't see the strange, unsettling smile that had already crept onto my face, hidden by my bangs. 　　That evening, I received the item I longed for, walked out of my mother's room, and then back to my own. All the way, I could barely contain my excitement. Finally, the plan could begin! 　　I took a jar from the box. It was a medicine, commonly used in the preparation of . This was why I was able to apply for it; after all, expensive or rare herbs, or items that could openly affect a person's mind, would certainly not be permitted and would arouse suspicion. That's right, what I was going to make was a drug to impair consciousness ! Because of my strange symptoms, I was the only child who knew about the outside world and my own identity.

I remembered the tune my mother hummed during her pregnancy and immediately told Isabella my true identity. It was because of
this that I made a deal with my mother. I helped her lead the children, and she helped conceal the
fact that I knew the truth and gave me some rewards within her means. So, over the years, while constantly betraying
my brothers and sisters, I secretly collected all the materials by asking for a lot of other odds and ends in
batches. Today, all the materials for the medicine are gathered! As for why I know the
formula , I have to say it was also a coincidence. When I was still a baby, I saw
a string of letters on the screen. Although I didn't understand them at the time, I still memorized them all. And later, through learning,
I discovered that it was a drug to help stabilize the mind. The problem was that some "mothers" or "nuns"
might resist too violently during childbirth or touch upon some inner trauma and become insane. After all, every
"mother" or "nun" had known the truth, and some psychological traumas might suddenly erupt. In such cases, medication is
needed to assist. One of my "nuns" was struggling so violently that she spilled several vials of the drug, and she was also in
the critical moment of childbirth. The caregivers had no choice but to prepare the drug on the spot, and I
witnessed . Combined with the knowledge I gained from some books, I can say that I now have a complete grasp of the drug preparation and
usage process, and I am fully prepared for hypnosis.

"Since my life is destined to end prematurely, let me repay this world with the most wicked and despicable acts
. This is also my way of repaying you, my dear mother, Isabella." A
sinister , and the howling of a vengeful ghost echoed through the empty library. The sky outside seemed
to sense this pure malice; a sudden downpour swept through the dark night, and a bolt of lightning
roared . A flash of light illuminated the notebook held in the lightning bolt's hand: "Isabella's Livestock Project."

The abrupt thunder also startled Isabella inside the room. Looking at the moving thunderclouds outside the window,
Isabella felt a sudden pang of unease, a trace of confusion and worry crossing her beautiful face. "Thunderclouds are gathering; I have a bad
feeling. I hope it won't affect tomorrow's delivery."

The next morning, after the usual breakfast, I returned to the library. Basically,
the library ; it was practically my base. I took out
the materials I'd asked Isabella for and planned to make a simple coffee cup maker—the first step in my plan. After all,
Mom had received professional training, and my body wasn't fully developed yet; forcibly subduing her
was clearly out of the question. My behavior at the orphanage was rather aloof, so pretending to be helpful by offering her water
wasn't appropriate. I didn't trust my siblings to do it either. After much thought, I decided to use making coffee
as an excuse. First, I could use the
plausible to get her to drink it. Second, the potion I prepared wasn't colorless; the deep coffee color
would help mask the potion's true color. I quickly went through the process, confirmed everything was correct, cleaned
the tools, put everything away, took a deep breath, and waited for tonight!

As time flew by, the twilight glow gradually enveloped
the orphanage filled with laughter. Isabella, watching the setting sun, remembered it was time to prepare dinner. She clapped her hands and called out
to the children, "Children, come and gather here, we're going back inside to rest."
"Okay!" I replied from the line, watching the mother earnestly calling out the children's names. A surge of
heat inside me, my eyes constantly scanning her body. Her full breasts stood high, her hot figure
barely concealed even by the conservative apron. Those breasts, if I were to knead them wantonly, would surely be incredibly soft.
And that usually kind face—would it become ugly and lewd during humiliation and climax? That
beautiful female body, if used as a female dog for sadistic riding, would surely be incredibly pleasurable. Lost in my own
fantasies, I felt completely detached from reality. A burning desire stirred within me, and my penis, far
larger than most men my age and almost an adult's, stood erect.

"Ray, Ray, what's wrong? Didn't you hear me?" Elizabeth approached and gently patted my
face , snapping me out of my reverie. Startled by my mother's questioning
face, I quickly covered it up, saying, "Nothing, just thinking about what kind of coffee to make tonight."

"Oh, really? Ray can definitely do it, so don't worry about it,"
Isabella said with a smile, feeling she should encourage her child.

Watching my mother turn and walk into her room, my gaze seemed to penetrate the dark blue fabric, reaching
her round, trembling buttocks. I couldn't help but swallow hard. No, I can't lose control like this. I must restrain myself.
After repeatedly telling myself this, I rallied my spirits and strode into the house.

After dinner, I picked up the coffee-making equipment and went into my mother's room. I had just seen her washing dishes in
the kitchen , so I figured she'd be done and would come in soon. I skillfully set up
the stand and carefully took out a bottle of slightly blue liquid from my pocket. This was the key tonight. I
carefully used the dropper to draw a few drops. But would this dosage be enough for an adult? After all, I had only
prepared it from memory, and I wasn't entirely sure about the dosage those people had injected. If it wasn't effective enough and
my mother broke free, it would be a big problem. Thinking of this, just to be on the safe side, I decided to add more,
pouring in almost a third of the bottle. Just as I was pouring the liquid, the door suddenly opened.

"Ara, Ray, you're already in. What are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just adding ingredients."

"Ingredients? Oh, that empty bottle. Making coffee really involves a lot of steps." Isabella smiled helplessly at
the various .

"Yes," the black-haired boy replied silently.

"Mom, the coffee is almost ready. Why don't you try it now?"

Isabella looked at the steaming coffee in front of her, realizing she had never tasted anything like it before,
and felt a sense of novelty. It wouldn't hurt to try it!

Seeing the expectant look in the black-haired boy's eyes, Isabella nodded.
"Alright, then, thank you, Ray."

Isabella gently blew a puff of cool air from her small mouth, savoring her
coffee . Only after the last drop slid down her throat did she put the coffee down, relishing
the taste. It was a little bitter, but after a while, a sweet aftertaste emerged – truly a
magical drink! The beautiful woman, her hair styled in a bun, opened her alluring purple eyes, curving them into captivating crescent moons, and
praised the young man before her with a satisfied expression: "Thank you, Ray, your coffee is delicious!"
However, she felt a little tired after drinking it. Why? Was it because she was too exhausted today?

"Well, Mom, I'm glad you like it. I'll tidy up the equipment and go back to sleep after I'm done."

"Okay, goodnight, Ray." Her eyelids felt heavy. Was it because of the coffee? So
this is the effect of drinking coffee. "So sleepy. Goodnight, Mom."

*Thump!* The beautiful woman, who had just been full of energy, suddenly slumped drowsily beside the wooden table, the small
cup in her hand falling to the floor and slowly spinning.

The black-haired boy turned around, saw the drowsy woman, and tentatively called out a few times. Receiving no
response , he quickly picked up the cup.

"Damn it, not a drop left!" Seeing the empty cup, I couldn't help but shout angrily.
I glared resentfully at my sleeping mother, grabbed her collar, and slapped her twice across the face.

"Are you a sow? How could you drink so much in one go? How can you have such a big appetite?!" Thank goodness,
Isabella had only finished it all because she was afraid leaving any coffee would discourage the boy. Normally
, Isabella didn't have such a big appetite.

Perhaps because she had pulled too hard, her clean white collar was slightly torn, revealing
her breasts.

Seeing that patch of snow-white skin suddenly appear before my eyes, my gaze was irrevocably drawn to it. It was clearly
just a mass of white fat, yet why did it act like a magnet, captivating my attention? I
reached out to touch that snow-white skin—soft! That was the first word that flashed through my mind. The warm, smooth texture
felt like a still-warm block of milk, delicate yet incredibly elastic. I couldn't wait to touch it
more, to understand it more, and roughly ripped open my mother's blouse, revealing her full breasts
encased . The bra was the same clean white as the apron my mother usually wore,
without any fancy patterns, but it was undeniably pleasing to the eye. However, this novel
bra didn't hold my attention; my gaze was fixed on the breasts firmly protected by the bra. What a pleasure it would be to hold
such full breasts in my hands! My mind was
filled with this lustful thought, and I reached out to tear the bra off. But this seemingly fragile protection now acted
like , desperately blocking my attack. I tugged at it several times but couldn't get it off.

"Damn it, how can I not tear it off?" Enraged, I increased the force of my grip,
grabbing the large bra completely. With a forceful pull, I even pulled my mother's upper body over. Holy crap!
The weight of an adult slammed me to the ground, and even through the fabric, I could feel my mother's full breasts pressing
heavily against me. I struggled to pull myself away from this body that was relatively tall to me, and suddenly realized that
the bra, whose straps I had pulled loose, actually had a clasp at the back. No wonder I couldn't undo it.

Strangely enough, even though it was my first time touching a woman's bra, my hands
seemed to know how to do it naturally, easily unhooking it. With a
crisp "click," the bra that had been clinging to me finally fell limply, revealing the snow-white breasts it had been desperately protecting.
I turned my mother over, so she was lying on her back. As she turned, the breasts I had longed for
were fully revealed to me for the first time. The full breasts formed perfect hemispheres, their broad bases ensuring that
even flat, their already magnificent shape remained perfectly round. From my perspective, it
looked as if a pair of snow-white melons had grown on my mother's chest, a mature feminine aura wafting
over me, making my mouth dry. However, these incredibly beautiful, full breasts had a
adorable stem that seemed completely mismatched. Within those two oceans of milk, seemingly made of solidified cream, floated two small
, rosy areolas. The delicate areolas seemed somewhat out of place on such large breasts, but the sight of such tender, small
areolas on a woman nearing the end of her pregnancy only added to their allure.

I reached out and stroked one of the small nipples; the smooth touch was a delight to my palm.

"Strange, something seems missing. It feels completely different from Emma's." The thought of
something filled my mind. When my finger traced the center of her areola, I finally understood.
I grinned wickedly.

"So that's where you are!" I poked my finger into her areola, my long fingers actually plunging directly into the breast
flesh!

"Hehe. I never expected my usually dignified and kind mother to have such shy, envious nipples!"
I forced my fingers out, prying out the hidden pink nipples. Like cherries
adorning , finally, my mother's alluring breasts were revealed to me for the first time.

Looking at those familiar nipples, childhood memories brought a sense of intimacy. I took those
delicate , sucking on them like a baby nursing. But
ten years had passed. No matter how much I sucked, even deliberately biting them with my teeth, the swollen nipples wouldn't produce milk.
A surge of savagery gradually overwhelmed me. I gripped her two erect nipples tightly, and with my other hand spread wide,
I slapped her breasts hard.

"You worthless beast! These filthy, lewd breasts can't even produce milk!
What good are you?" I swung my hand fiercely, my underdeveloped little hand now a weapon of punishment. The brutal
blows to her large breasts amplified the pain due to the small area of impact.
Often a few slaps would leave a patch of breast swollen and red. Once one area was red, my hand would
quickly move to the next, and soon one of her once plump and tender breasts was
swollen and raw. The continuous pain was unbearable even for Isabella, who was barely conscious.
Her eyebrows were furrowed in pain, making her look especially pitiful. But I felt no sympathy now; in fact,
this was exactly the effect I wanted. The pleasure of wanton revenge was exhilarating. I switched hands and continued to pinch
her nearly swollen nipple, while the other hand lashed out fiercely, slapping the other breast until flesh flew everywhere,
the crisp sound of slaps echoing in the closed room.

Finally, exhausted, I collapsed weakly into a chair, panting heavily, while
my mother looked even more miserable. Her once plump, snow-white breasts now resembled crushed peaches, their
once elastic and beautiful shape now covered in wounds, her entire body bruised and battered.
Isabella, suffering torture, had her pretty face slightly wrinkled; in her unconscious state, it seemed as if she were having a
terrible nightmare, her whole body trembling.

After a while, I regained some strength. Seeing my birth mother trembling slightly and her swollen
breasts, a wave of fear washed over me.

"What... what did I just do? I didn't even check if the environment was safe before the drug took effect and I
attacked her . What if Mom suddenly woke up?" Perhaps my usual extreme composure had made me too repressed,
and the moment I got the chance to vent, I lost all reason and did something I would never normally do.
Fortunately, the drug was very strong, and no other children came in to interfere while I was abusing her. Although the drug was wasted
, the situation was still under my control!

I stroked my mother's soft cheeks, so gentle, a stark contrast to the raging demon I had just been.

"Mom, do you know what just happened?"

"I drank Ray's coffee, and then I felt really dizzy."

"Have you thought about why this happened?"

"Ray probably put some kind of drug in my coffee, maybe
from "

As expected of Mom, even though I haven't done anything outrageous in the past, she still deduced
the truth from some small details. But now, Mom is under hypnosis and is just a piece of meat for me to ravage, even her mind is
completely under my control!

"Then isn't this a dereliction of duty on your part, Mom? After all, as a mother, you were actually tricked by
your child . You completely failed as a monitor!"

Isabella's beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a beautiful arc. Indeed, for
her, as the "owner" of the Fourth Factory and in charge of everything on this farm, to be tricked by me without her even knowing
was indeed her oversight.

"Yes, this is indeed my failure."

"Then failure will be punished, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, from now on, your punishment is to be my, Ray's, sex slave!"

Hearing this, Isabella's brows furrowed even deeper. Ray becoming my master, my child becoming my
master? A mother actually being infinitely obedient to her child, worshipping him as her master? A commodity destined for release
being enslaved to supervise its creator? The logical and internal contradictions made Isabella extremely indignant, unable to
accept this viewpoint. Her whole body trembled constantly, as if she might wake up from this mysterious hypnotic
state .

Seeing my mother's fierce resistance, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Sure enough, achieving
a hypnotic . But this was within my expectations; the real show was yet to come!

"Mom, you seem quite indignant."

"Yes, although I love Ray very much, I am his guardian and the owner of this farm. Our
positions should not be reversed. This is illogical and violates the factory's regulations."

Seeing Isabella still insisting on the rules and arguing with me even under hypnosis,
an idea instantly came to me.

"Mom, based on your experience, have there ever been any children like me who could outmaneuver adults
?"

"No, there's never been any in headquarters' records."

Although she didn't know why I changed the subject, Isabella still answered honestly. "So, in other
words, I'm actually a special case, a case that has never appeared before, and I'm very valuable for observation and research, right?"

Isabella thought for a while. Indeed, there were no examples of my situation. I also possessed enormous value
for better Thinking of this, she nodded silently.

"And the special relationship between you and me means that no matter how much I struggle, I'm always
under right?"

"Yes."

"So, in this situation, you'll agree to whatever I ask of you, even if you initially
find it unreasonable. But because of my special nature, you'll only see these requests as
valuable experimental data for a specific individual and won't delve into their rationality, right?"

Isabella immediately fell into thought. Indeed, such special cases as me are extremely rare. Not only do I possess
the highest level of qualities, but I also have unique characteristics completely different from other children. Even
Isabella, who has cared for countless children, considers such children extremely rare. Furthermore, my deliberate show of weakness made her believe that even if I
were to cause trouble, it would be difficult for me to cause any major problems in her territory at the Fourth Factory. My brain was already
operating , and with my constant hints that the initiative was still in her hands, Isabella
could hardly find any reason to refute me at this moment.

Watching my mother gradually fall silent and stop arguing, becoming increasingly engrossed in her performance, I secretly chuckled to myself, deciding
to deliver the final blow!

"Besides, you and I are mother and son, worlds apart from other children. Even if our
status changes temporarily, how could I possibly do anything bad to you?"

Yes, Ray is my child, my own flesh and blood. Even after he learned the truth, he never
blamed against me. Why would I worry about him doing anything wrong? Besides, the punishment is only for the
period before Ray's departure; there's absolutely nothing to worry about! This attack, a combination of reason and emotion, finally broke through Isabella's defenses,
becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"You're right, I should accept the punishment, Ray."

"Wait, Mom, what should you call me?"

"...Master!"
I cried out as I looked at Isabella, finally subdued by my hypnosis. Finally! Finally, I'd made my usually haughty, dignified, and
beautiful mother call me "Master!"

Looking at my beautiful mother before me, my eyes were filled with the pleasure of domination. For a long time to come,
this woman would be my plaything. In my limited days, I would leave an
indelible mark on this alluring body—my revenge, the revenge of a commodity, a livestock, against a heartless
world .

"Look forward to it, Mother—no, Isabella, my mother!"

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