"Eh... I don't want to go to Mom... I will go to Grandpa," Glottis rejected the offer and was about to close the door behind him.

"He can't help you either, only she can!" He heard his father shout before he left the room to find a way to wash off the sights he had just seen from his brain.

'Do I have to go to her?' Glottis thought in dejection. His mother was a demanding woman. She was ruthless even to her own children if they didn't bring back results.

Glottis preferred to let others work while he squandered the family's money, so the two of them never got along. While his father and grandparents spoiled him rotten, his mother alone despised him for his attitude and lack of motivation.

'Ah, I'm a cultivator now, maybe it will be better,' Glottis sighed and went out to his car. He sped up, driving out of the city. The ride was long, filled with curves and twists in the road. It led to the peak of a mountain a few kilometers out of the city where a large mansion was built in a minimalist design, prioritizing efficiency over style.

'What a waste, she could make it much grander,' Glottis judged the building.

He entered the mansion's driveway and parked his car. There were no guards at the entrance due to his mother's reclusive nature, and as he opened the door without knocking, he found a woman with long red hair sitting at the table eating a late-night snack.

"Glottis, why are you here?" Mirelle, his big sister, asked in surprise.

"Hi Mirelle, I missed you too. Where is Mom? I want to meet her," the brother explained.

"Why would I miss a pig that only wants to push his little dick in every hole he sees? Mother is busy now, she can't see you. You can come back tomorrow."

Mirelle shared her mother's view on Glottis' laziness, making the two of them unable to see eye-to-eye since childhood. When their mother left the main mansion to live in the mountains, Mirelle opted to follow her rather than live with two fuckboys. Leo was her favorite family member after her mother.

"It's not little, and I only go for premium holes. What is she busy with?"

"I don't know," the redhead ignored his remarks, "She just told me she is busy and that she wouldn't accept any visitors today. If you want to do your usual style and barge inside her room, be my guest, I don't mind seeing you crawling back," Mirelle gave him a creepy smile as though she was imagining his bruised state in her mind.

'Should I?' He hesitated. He never held himself back. He liked to see himself as unrestrained and unfettered, but he has always been slightly afraid of his mother. 'But Mike...' he gritted his teeth as he recalled his nemesis.

"I'm going in," Glottis said, telling himself he must always remain untamed. He ignored his sister's 'I-can't-wait-to-see-it' expression and went to the eastern part of the house where the largest chambers were.

"Mmm," "Ah...", "Yes..."

'Wait what? Am I back to Dad's door?' However, this time the moans were clearly feminine. 'Maybe it's just an intense workout?' he pondered. His mother's personality just didn't fit in the sexual scenes in his mind. Sure it's going to be okay, he barged into the room.

"Mom, I'm here to talk to you about- WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed his last words.

Before him, were a man and a woman on the floor. The man's palm was on the woman's breasts under her robes while his face was buried in her neck, doing things Glottis didn't want the details about. The two froze amidst their actions and turned around to see the newcomer.

"GLOTTIS?"

"MIKE?"

Susan vanished from underneath Mike and looked at her son coldly. "Glottis, why are you here?" She asked as if nothing happened while fixing her robes and placing her breasts back into her bra.

"What- what is he doing here?" He pointed at his sworn enemy for the past three days. Mike remained silent and tried to hide his tent with his hands.

"He is my disciple, he can be here." Susan ignored the tent.

"And do all your disciples get to play with your tits?" Glottis hissed at her.

"Who gets to play with my tits is none of your concern," she answered.

"Oh, really? But it is my business when you save them from me against our agreement only because you like the way they play with your tits!"

"Mention playing with my tits again and I will cut your middle leg off."

"YOU BROKE YOUR WORD AND SAVED HIM!"

Glottis and Mike faced each other with hatred in their eyes. Glottis cursed his father in his mind for not telling him the truth and cursed his mother in his mind even more for everything else.

"Master, is Glottis... your son?" Mike asked carefully.

"Unfortunately, this useless kid has come out of my womb, yes," Susan admitted in a tone that implied she didn't want to.

"You choose that horny bastard over your own son!" Glottis blamed her in anger.

"Enough, know your place."

Susan emitted pressure that pressed her son from above, forcing him to his knees. To her surprise, he remained standing even when she thought she was too gentle and increased the pressure.

"You are a cultivator?" She asked in surprise. It was the only explanation for how he could withstand her Qi.

"I am, what, are you proud of me now? Let me kill him then," Glottis said with a smug smirk.

"Let you kill him? Your talents are worlds apart. I'm happy to see you did something with your life and entered the first stage, but Mike is a Golden Core cultivator," Susan shrugged. Her voice, however, was less strict than before.

"Fine, since you love him so much you are willing to share him with other women, I will be a good son and ignore my enmity with him," Glottis' smirk turned wider. Even his father did not dare cheat on Susan when she was still around. His days of debauchery began only after she left.

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"Share him?" She frowned, "Are you talking about Titania? She is like a little sister to him, there's nothing romantic between them."

"Master, I think it's best if Glottis and I go and straight things between us," Mike interrupted the conversation, "Since he is my master's son, it is inappropriate for us to fight, we will be back soon after we come to an understanding," the young man dashed forward and tried to grab Glottis' arm.

"I guess he didn't tell you how he is chasing skirts around school behind your back, hahaha!" Glottis laughed loudly. He couldn't stop Mike from dragging him out, but someone else present in the room certainly could.

"STOP!" Susan shouted and the room froze, including the two boys. Her eyes almost spat fire in her anger, "Glottis, if you are lying, I'm going to break both your legs. You have one chance, do you want to continue this conversation, or go out with Mike?" The threat was clear.

"I will give you anything if you don't tell her," Mike whispered desperately.

However, Glottis wasn't a sympathetic man. Desperation only made him more enthusiastic about bullying.

"I want to continue this conversation," he answered triumphally.

"Then talk."

"Master, he is-"

"Silence, Mike. I will decide what he is and what he isn't," Susan hushed him and waited for her son to explain. Mike would eventually let the many girls he was hitting on know about each other, but he never meant it to happen so early. Mike could only bite his lips and look at Glottis with big, round eyes.

"Mom, do you know how our dispute began?" Glottis asked.

"Yes, he told me you have been harassing a girl in the street and he stopped you. I know you, so I know it must be true," Susan said.

"You know me well, Mom," Glottis said with a hint of pride, "I know that 'no' doesn't really mean no when a girl says it," he nodded at his own wisdom.

"Yes, it does! It is exactly what 'no' means!" Mike barged into his words. His lower body already calmed down and he could stand normally after smoothing out his shirt and pants.

"Oh, really? Because when you said you wanted to take responsibility for what you have done to her, she said no but you insisted on following her and telling her you won't let her be alone," Glottis smiled. "Aren't you just a fuckboy?"

"Wait," Susan stopped the discussion, "What do you mean by taking responsibility, did you have sex with her?" The air itself seemed to turn colder, and Glottis' skin tingled as though he was in the presence of an angry lioness.

"Mas- Master, I did not have sex with her," Mike stuttered. His senses screamed 'DANGER', but he didn't dare move.

"Then what kind of excuse did you use to force yourself on her?" Glottis asked happily. He may be in the presence of an angry lioness, but this particular lioness was angry at someone else. He loved every moment of it.

"Nothing, it's none of your business," Mike growled.

"It is if I say it is. Answer his question," Susan did not let him get away with it.

"I... I was running from a few thugs because I didn't want to get swept into an all-out war with their underground organization..." Mike seemed unwilling to continue.

"And?" Mike felt he was about to be forced onto his knees if he didn't appease his master. It was like his recent breakthrough meant nothing in front of her.

"And I entered a random house through the window. It happened to be a bathroom window..."

"Sheela's bathroom window, wasn't it?" Glottis completed his words gleefully. "Did you force yourself on her there?" In his mind, he had already sworn to give Donny some of his favorite wine for sending those thugs after Mike.

"No! I would never do such a thing! But I saw her naked, and I had to take responsibility for it," Mike clenched his teeth and spoke righteously. He was certain of his own virtues, he was not a scumbag like Glottis.

"Haha, nice way to put it. Didn't you just want to bang her because she's hot? She said she doesn't need you to take responsibility, so why would you?" Glottis continued his verbal assault, "I saw dozens of girls naked and more, yet I have never taken responsibility!"

"That's nothing to be proud of, Glottis..." Susan sighed, "Go, Mike. I'm done with you. I thought you were different, but you are just as greedy as other men. Since you want to take responsibility for what you have done to that girl, go and have it your way."

Mike looked at his master's eyes and found no anger in them, only disappointment. "Master, I... I really love you, I meant it when I said it." Mike tried to insist.

"Two days after you tried to get under another woman's skirt. Your words are empty, you think you can have as many women as you want because you are better than us," Susan shook her head, "Leave. You could have been my disciple but you tried to go for more when you shouldn't have. Now you and I have nothing between us," she said in a soft, sad voice.

"You are losing your milfs, Buddy," Glottis mocked him, "First Rosemary and now that. Soon you will only have your 'little sister' to comfort you at night," he poured more oil on the fire.

"SHUT UP, I'M NOT A SCUM LIKE YOU!" Mike screamed, but before he could continue, a strong blow hit his chest, sending him out of the room.

*Ding*

Again, Glottis blinked instantly to make the window disappear. He wanted to see that moment.

"So there was one more woman, huh..." Susan mumbled to herself. She turned her back and sat on the floor in a lotus pose. "Go home, Glottis. I want to be alone. I won't intervene anymore if you can kill him, but be careful; he is much stronger than before. Even if you pull off your little trick of shooting him from the sky, it won't work anymore."

"Mom, why can't you kill him yourself? He had humiliated you, kill him! He even bullied your son!" Glottis struck the iron while it was hot, wishing to put an end to the nuisance called 'Mike' once and for all.

"I don't kill men for being liars or horny, otherwise, there won't be many men left alive. If his intentions were to harm me, I would have already plunged a blade in his heart, but that is not the case."

"But, Mom," Glottis protested, "Now that he isn't your disciple and is in a corner, he might kill me! Isn't keeping your son safe a good enough reason to kill him?"

"It would if he threatened Leo's or Mirelle's life," she shrugged.

"I..." Glottis widened his eyes in surprise at the blatant favoritism, "But I'm a cultivator now, isn't it enough to get your acknowledgment?"

"Aiya, I asked you to leave. Come here and let me check your foundation. If it is worth something, I will see what I can do to keep you safe," she beckoned at him, signing him to get closer.

Glottis remained still as she placed her finger on his glabella and inspected his cultivation. He wondered if she would find anything about the system that had done the job for him, and he could only wait nervously.

'Will she be satisfied with my foundations? The system said I still need six more pills, so it might not be the best... Can she see the system? Will she understand I didn't work hard for my cultivation?' Those thoughts ran wild in his head until Susan finally opened her eyes and pushed his head lightly, sending him a step or two back.

"You have done a surprisingly good job in your cultivation," Susan inspected him carefully as if she suspected it was not her true son but an imposter.

"I did?" The young man was amazed at her verdict.

"Why are you surprised? Such a foundation can only be achieved through very hard work and very good resources. You don't lack money, but you do lack motivation. If you truly changed, then that's great. Your cultivation is at least as powerful as Mike's was during his days in the first stage."

'Same as Mike? Does it mean my foundation will surpass him by far once I finish purchasing the pills?' Glottis gave a big, creepy smile he couldn't control. The thought of being superior to the genius his mother held in high esteem filled him with pride.

'I did work hard for it, I completed those missions!' he convinced himself.

"You had the same smile when you caught your cousin changing with your binoculars. What are you so happy about now?" Susan frowned at him.

"Nothing, nothing, I was just happy to receive your acknowledgment. Since you find it impressive, shouldn't you go and deal with Mike?"

"Don't be a disgrace, he is at the same age as you. My son can't be behind someone of his generation. Stay here for the next month and I will train you myself, you might be at the second stage by next month, and you will know enough about him to survive. Without my support, he won't be able to advance easily anymore."

"Ah... you know what, Mom? This is a great idea," Glottis nodded while taking a few steps backward towards the door, "But I have a few unfinished businesses to attend to; I can't just vanish. Let me finish them first before we start our training session."

He never intended to keep his word. Training with his mother was the last thing he would ever do, and he didn't have to think twice about lying-

"Now you are happy that I don't kill men for lying to me, aren't you?" Susan shook her head and waited for her son to close the door behind him.

Before sinking into meditation, she took her phone out of her pocket and sent one SMS.