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"Mom! Mom, I was wrong, Mom!"

Cabot howled pitifully, struggling futilely to break free from his mother's grasp.
But Lexington wouldn't give him the chance. With just a slight application of the physical
skills honed in combat with the Abyssal Fleet, Lexington pinned Cabot to the table, his limbs held firmly.

As the saying goes, "In times of war, fight to the death; in times of peace, bewildered and helpless," ship girls, this
new life form catalyzed by the demands of war, lost
its original purpose after its complete defeat in the Abyss and retreated to the depths of the continental shelf. Faced with a race far stronger and longer-lived than themselves,
the high command of the human government began to panic.

The ship girls, realizing the meaning of "once the rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked," spontaneously
gathered , occupied an island group in the very center of the Pacific Ocean, and sent representatives
to negotiate with the high command of the human government. The leaders of those human nations, fresh from the shadow of war, naturally understood the ship girls' capabilities,
so everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they sent representatives to negotiate.

This at least means that they won't have to face an existence similar to the Abyssal Fleet again.

The current time is 120 years after the end of the "Human-Abyssal" War. Humans and ship girls have
completely completed their cultural integration in this peaceful era. Beautiful, tall ship girls are a common
sight , and many lucky humans have won the hearts of those former "firework roses"
—most of these ship girls were born after the war, hadn't experienced much of the horrors of war, and were still enthusiastic about life
. Those ship girls who survived the war mostly lived in seclusion in the Governor's Mansion—that
island nation composed entirely of ship girls.

However, there were always exceptions, such as Lexington—number cjsg10397—the
last string of code being the identification code of the ship girl's internal network to avoid identification
errors with other ships of the same type—she was one of those exceptions. As a ship girl who survived from the beginning of the war, she was one of the
few who hadn't lost hope in life. After the war, she married her former admiral and
had a daughter. Unlike humans, who have short lifespans, ship girls possess lifespans far exceeding those of humans. Theoretically,
as long as the rapid repair tools exist, a ship girl will not completely die. Therefore, twenty years after giving birth to her daughter,
her husband passed away, leaving only her and her daughter, Cabot.

Seemingly inheriting a special factor from her mother's genes, Cabot also possesses some ship girl characteristics,
such as compatibility with the rapid repair tools.

However, Lexington is now facing a dilemma every parent encounters: her child's
adolescence . Unlike the short-lived adolescence of humans, a ship girl's adolescence can last from ten to several
decades, and now, it's clear, Cabot has reached her adolescence.

The first sign was a love letter accidentally left in her homework, filled with cheesy sweet
nothings, signed by an unfamiliar name. After reading the letter, Lexington merely frowned,
making no further comment; she simply stuffed the letter back into her homework untouched.

Then she watched helplessly as her daughter came home later and later each day, sometimes even
staying out all night . However, Lexington always trusted her upbringing; she believed her daughter wouldn't do
anything outrageous.

Until two hours ago.

Rewind two hours.

Lexington, having finished her chores, lay lazily on the sofa. As a veteran ship girl, her retirement allowance ensured she
'd never have to worry about food or drink; the chores she did daily were already her biggest workout of the day
. She'd spend about half her free time lounging on the sofa, enjoying the comfortable sunshine.

But just as she was about to take a nap, the keyhole of her bedroom door made a clumsy clicking sound.
This sound alerted Lexington—it was Saturday, and Cabot had said he was going to his best friend's house last night
and wouldn't be back until evening. Besides Cabot, Lexington couldn't think of anyone else who would visit
besides .

A burglary?

Lexington frowned. She wondered which thief was so blind as to steal from a
ship girl's residence. She grabbed a broom lying nearby, but then put it back and picked up her
pillow instead. Ship girls were incredibly strong; if it were a human thief, Lexington estimated that one swipe
of the broom would be enough to send blood splattering everywhere. So, after thinking it over,
the only thing she could use was her pillow.

Lexington carefully walked to the door, arms raised high, ready to smash it down on the thief at any moment.

The sound of the lock finally stopped. With a crisp click, the door opened, and a
scent of alcohol mixed with heather wafted into the room on the breeze. A drunken Cabot, dressed in
rumpled clothes, staggered into the living room, white stains
clearly visible on his black stockings.

The experienced Lexington understood what was going on in an instant.

This wasn't a trip to a best friend's house; it was clearly a party hosted by that guy, where
she got him drunk!

Lexington was furious and anxious, switching between a pillow and a broom
several times.

"Ugh, I'm so angry!"

she yelled, slamming the pillow to the ground and hoisting Cabot into the bathroom.

Steam rose, and hot water pounded against Cabot's cold body. Lexington, wearing only an apron,
carefully scrubbed Cabot's body with a towel. It had been many years since she had bathed her daughter like this, Lexington
thought to herself with a sigh. The hot water from the showerhead washed away the grime from Cabot's body. Already completely drunk,
Cabot had no strength to resist his mother—or rather, he had no
will to resist at all, like a piece of pork being handled and chosen by customers in a market.

While bathing Cabot, Lexington took the opportunity to check Cabot's genitals. Just as Lexington
had worsted her worst fears, Cabot was "double-crossed." His slightly swollen vulva and anus
silently recounted Cabot's frenzy at the party the previous night.

Lexington felt that this was the first time in her life she had been so angry.

Looking at Cabot slumped on the floor, she laughed angrily.

"Daughter, daughter, since you've done something so outrageous, don't blame your mother for being too harsh...
"

After carrying Cabot to bed, Lexington looked towards the kitchen and muttered to herself.

When Cabot woke up, it was almost dusk. The setting sun shone through the windowpane onto the bed, bathing everything
in a golden-red hue.

"Ah... my head hurts so much..."

Cabot propped herself up, rubbing her head and muttering to herself. To be
honest, she didn't remember the party last night very well. She only remembered that her best friend said she was bored at home, so she suggested going to her boyfriend's
house for a party. Then Cabot only remembered drinking a glass of orange juice... and then...

and then she woke up at home.

The sound of boiling oil and stir-frying food came from the kitchen, the sizzling sound mixed with the aroma wafting towards Cabot.
Barely getting up, Cabot leaned against the door frame and weakly beckoned towards the kitchen.

"Mom! I'm hungry! Is there anything for dinner?"

...

No one answered, only the sound of stir-frying continued.

"Mom?"

Cabot sensed something was off. She forced herself to stay awake and staggered towards the kitchen.

"Mom?"

"Mm..."

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and Cabot collapsed to the floor
. Mustering her last bit of strength, she reached out towards the kitchen.

"Mom...joo..."

When she opened her eyes again, Cabot saw Lexington washing vegetables with her back to her.

"Mom?" Cabot instinctively reached for Lexington's clothes, but her
hand was pulled back by a force, accompanied by the clanking of chains. Lexington
turned her head and looked at Cabot.

"Cabot, you're awake?"

Lexington turned her head and smiled slightly.

"Mom, what's going on? This chain..."

"Don't you know what you've done?"

Instantly, Lexington's expression changed from sunny to stormy, her face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

"Wh...what?"

Caught off guard by Lexington's sudden question, Cabot was initially stunned, then suddenly recalled
everything . The man's lewd laughter, his penis, the lubricant, the woman's moans, the loud music, the strong liquor...and
the sedative.

The painful experience caused Cabot's muscles to tense involuntarily, and the chain used to control him
snapped and broke on the floor.

"I don't remember our Lexington family precepts teaching you anything like that." Lexington sneered, turning around,
a plane in her hand.

"Mom, Mom, I was wrong, Mom! Please let me explain..."

Cabot's words were cut short as Lexington slammed him back onto the table in a few quick movements. Regardless,
Lexington was a ship girl who had fought on the battlefield; her combat experience
far surpassed Cabot's entire life.

Her wrists and ankles were bound with handcuffs and shackles specifically designed for ship girls,
leaving Cabot pinned to the table in a reversed joint position. Though still immature, her budding, full
breasts stood proudly, pointing skyward. Lexington gently caressed Cabot's breasts, her fingertips occasionally brushing against
her nipples, the ticklish sensation causing Cabot to unconsciously twist her hips. Lexington's other hand
caressed Cabot's side, occasionally tapping a few spots, each tap causing Cabot's body to convulse violently.

"Mom… this…"

Cabot suppressed the urge to groan and asked his mother, but the answer he received
was an old collar.

A mechanical humming sound came from the collar. Cabot felt a slight pain in his neck for a moment, and the
collar adjusted itself to fit his neck perfectly.

"This is an early version of the life-sustaining collar designed by your Aunt Yubari back in the day. It's very sturdy and durable."

Lexington tapped the collar a few times skillfully, and a crisp sound came from it. A mechanical, monotonous
female voice automatically reported the current status to Lexington.

"Neck collar working well. Sensation blocker module working normally. Consciousness maintenance module working normally.
Consciousness transfer module working normally..."

The female voice reported the working status of more than forty modules in total. Except for the
holographic imaging module and the imaging projection module used in the port area's intranet back then, which were malfunctioning, the working status of
all was good.

"As expected of Yubari's product, even a prototype is so durable."

Lexington looked at Cabot with a smile, her plane whirling in her hand, and she scraped Cabot's arm
hard .

Instantly, blood gushed out.

The shaving blade sliced away a large chunk of flesh from Cabot's arm as easily as scraping butter, blood gushing out and staining
Lexington's apron and half her face red. Lexington simply wiped
her eyes with a towel to ensure her vision wasn't obstructed, then placed the shaved flesh onto a plate.

Cabot opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out. The expected pain didn't come, leaving
her scream stuck in her throat. She looked at the plate in Lexington's hand in confusion, but before she could ask a question,
a sensation she had never experienced before spread along her spine to her entire brain, her whole body trembling like a leaf
. The scream stuck in her throat transformed into a groan reaching the peak of ecstasy, so loud that Lexington
had to activate the soundproof barrier, which she rarely used.

A peak she had never felt before—this was a peak Cabot had never experienced before. Cabot felt
the hairs on her body stand on end, her limbs convulsing uncontrollably. Almost simultaneously, Lexington swiftly sliced off
a piece as thin as a cicada's wing, onto the plate.

Another wave of pleasure washed over her.

When Lexington finally shaved Cabot's arm down to the bone, all she could do was
gasp for breath. The relentless, half-hour-long orgasm had severely depleted her energy,
and the intensity of the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

After all… Cabot's first experience was when she was drunk, and with her best friend's boyfriend…

According to her best friend, it was all show and no substance, all looks and no substance.

Lexington, looking at the plate full of meat slices, pondered for a moment, then lifted her apron, revealing
her naked lower body and a wine glass stuck inside her vagina. Lexington took a deep
breath and slowly pulled the wine glass out. The wine glass, soaked with her love fluid, was relatively easy to handle; the ample lubrication
allowed it to easily escape the tight crevice that had imprisoned her for half a day. After removing the wine glass, Lexington
looked at the love fluid inside with satisfaction and poured it over Cabot's sashimi.

The clear love fluid seeped into every corner of the sashimi. Lexington looked at
the sashimi that had taken half an hour to prepare with satisfaction, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, picked up the most succulent-looking piece, and
brought it to Cabot's mouth.

What she received in return was a look of horror from Cabot.

Cabot really wanted to know if he was still hungover. In his memory, his mother was
a gentle, elegant, and kind elder. Although she could get angry sometimes, she would never do anything to harm him
. How could she suddenly be so different today? (Cabot: His small eyes were filled with great
confusion. .jpg)

Seeing Cabot's expression, Lexington didn't speak, but simply tapped her collar a few times. With
a few soft clicks, a clear announcement came from the collar:

"Body control system online, link established with main controller Lexington."

Then, Cabot mechanically opened his mouth, letting Lexington put the sashimi made from his own arm
into his mouth, chewing it carefully before swallowing.

The metallic taste of blood mixed with the slightly salty taste of Lexington's honey-like liquid spread in Cabot's mouth;
the fat and lean meat were perfectly tender and chewy. If this wasn't Cabot's own flesh, she probably would have exclaimed
how delicious it was …

"Cough…cough…ugh…"

A strong feeling of nausea made Cabot gag uncontrollably, but lying flat, she
had no ability to vomit up the pieces of meat she had just swallowed.

"Was it delicious?"

Lexington still had a smile on her face, but in Cabot's eyes, her mother now looked like
a demon crawling out of hell.

"This is the hand you used to masturbate for those men last night!" Lexington
picked up a piece of meat, tilted her head back, and swallowed it.

"A contaminated hand has no reason to exist, right?"

Lexington smiled and severed the tendons connecting the bones, and the bones, now disconnected, fell to the ground
with a crackling sound . But Cabot didn't care about that now. All she could think about now
was one sentence.

I just ate my own flesh! Lexington didn't care what Cabot was thinking now, she just gently cupped Cabot's round breasts

with her palm .
Thanks to Lexington's excellent and powerful genes, Cabot possessed a stunning figure that would make her stand out among
her peers ; every part of her was perfectly proportioned.

Lexington skillfully manipulated Cabot's breasts, her seductive techniques
far surpassing those of the twenty-something greenhorns at last night's party. Before long, Cabot's nipples were erect
from engorgement. However, Cabot on the table showed no reaction, as if Lexington
wasn't caressing her breasts.

After all… after indulging in delicacies, ordinary, simple meals no longer managed to
tantalize her taste buds.

This was the situation Cabot was facing now. Having experienced wave after wave of
pleasure, each one enough to bring her to instant climax, actions like teasing her breasts
no longer aroused even the slightest sexual interest in her.

She was now even somewhat anticipating Lexington's next move. After all, according to her mother, this
collar could guarantee her survival. Since she wouldn't die, then…

Lexington, of course, had no idea what Cabot was thinking. She skillfully drew
a and slashed across the base of Cabot's left breast. The entire breast fell into her hand,
revealing clearly defined, bright yellow fat beneath the tender skin. The bowl
-sized wound on Cabot's body allowed a direct view of the bones and internal organs.

However, this time, unlike the initial cut to Cabot's arm, there was no blood splattering. Apart from a few drops of blood seeping around
the wound , not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound itself.

Of course, Cabot's high-pitched groans were indispensable throughout the process.

Holding Cabot's left breast in her hand, Lexington considered a suitable cooking method and ultimately decided
to make lava breast meat. However, considering that this dish would take too long to prepare, Lexington
decided to put the breast meat in the refrigerator and process it later when she had time.

After doing the same for the right breast, Lexington hung the dagger back on the knife rack.

Cabot now looked like a half-eaten roast suckling pig, his body covered in
marks of disfigurement. Through the wound in his chest, Lexington could even see her daughter's pounding heart.

Of course, Cabot was now unconscious, his eyes rolled back. The two orgasms he had just experienced had even caused
him to orgasm several times, and now the entire kitchen was filled with the smell of blood mixed with vaginal fluid.

That smell... was truly bizarre...

After putting the breast meat in the refrigerator, Lexington looked at the unconscious Cabot on the table and shook her head.

"That's not enough? Tsk tsk tsk, not even half as good as I was back in the day."

Lexington said, taking a cleaver from the knife rack and
severing Cabot's head along the life support collar. Cabot, unconscious, had an unusually calm expression, his eyes slightly closed,
a faint smile on his lips.

Lexington held Cabot's head up, examined it for a moment, shook her head, clicked her tongue twice, and then
walked towards the bathroom.

——————————————————————————————————————

When Cabot came home today, she reeked of alcohol mixed with the scent of heather. Lexington
could see a few crooked tally marks peeking out from under her short skirt.

"Mom."

Cabot seemed unwilling to explain the scent and marks on her body; she
simply stared at Lexington, like a prisoner awaiting an acquittal
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