My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation-Chapter 169: Bigger Problems

"This...ain’t what it looks like..." I say to Beatriz, who’s giving me a weird look as she sees this scene. I wonder how this ended up this way.

It’s been a few days since I became Beatriz’s private maternal figure, and it hasn’t been too bad. She’s really decided to act like a kid when we’re alone.

She asks me for things, asks me to do her work while she naps in bed or on my lap, and mostly asks for sweets for me to get her, not to mention she likes to lay on my thighs.

We have fun conversations and even play board games sometimes. As for managing the church, I found out Beatriz is horrible at it. All she did was keep the finances stable.

That is, she never managed to increase profits and did everything to not lower earnings, basically keeping the church stable without gaining or losing anything for years.

Of course, in theory, that’s good, as it shows she was able to keep a steady grip. However, it’s only good in theory a business will never grow if it doesn’t make a profit.

A company shouldn’t be satisfied just maintaining a line without profits; businesses always need to make a profit to grow, and it’s the same with the church without profit, it can’t expand.

That’s why I started changing things. Beatriz said I could do whatever I wanted as long as it wasn’t anything negative, so I implemented new public and general policies.

In these first few months, it probably won’t make a difference, but I’ve already taught Beatriz what she’ll need to do on her own without my interference, and in a year or two, the profits will increase by up to 600%, which will allow the church to expand and improve a lot.

And the days went by, and I got used to this life. I think I missed working on managing something big it reminds me of my original life, and it’s nice to feel that sensation again.

And taking care of Beatriz as a daughter, although a bit difficult, isn’t bad. I feel like I’m teaching a successor to inherit something I did, since I’m giving Beatriz administration lessons.

And she learns quickly. Soon, she’ll have that good old entrepreneurial spirit that she obviously didn’t have, so I believe the church’s future is very promising.

And with that, I end up in this unnatural scene of explanation. I’m the one who always brings Beatriz’s breakfast now, but I also always bring the potion, which is my milk.

To avoid anyone seeing, I normally go into a random room and manually extract my milk, putting it in a cup, then placing the cup on the tray and taking it to Beatriz, so no one knows about it.

However, against all odds, the curious Beatriz went in search of where the milk was coming from, as the maids told her I don’t get the milk with them. I knew Beatriz was after finding out where the milk came from.

But I never thought she would actually find a way to sneak up on me and get close without me noticing, and now she’s here with the door open while she sees me with my dress partially removed as milk drips from my chest into the cup.

"I-I swear I can explain!" I say, but she just slams the door and runs out of the room. I hear fast footsteps as I’m left here.

’Oh my God, how the hell didn’t I notice her presence!! There’s ice in the hallway.’ I noticed the movement of anyone passing in front of the door, so how she managed to get past my ice detection is a real mystery.

The cup is already full, so I adjust the maid’s dress back on and place the cup of milk on the tray. I swallow hard as I start carrying the tray, thinking of an excuse.

Every step feels like it’s leading me to social death. Theoretically, Beatriz is my boss I’m her maid/knight/administrator.

So this scene is like your boss accidentally discovering a super-mega-embarrassing secret of yours, I didn’t expect to hide this forever, but I also didn’t expect to be discovered so quickly.

I arrive at her room’s door and enter, seeing her on the bed. She looks at me with a blushed face of shame. I try to keep calm as I carry the tray to her.

As soon as I hand her the tray, the first thing she does is look at the milk cup. She doesn’t take the tray, she just stares at the milk cup.

"..." I can’t say anything, the shame speaks louder. I did everything to keep the secret, even using ice magic in front of the hallway to make sure no one would accidentally enter the room without me noticing.

I knew Beatriz had picked up a food delivery report and seen that the milk wasn’t listed, but how the hell was I supposed to know she would follow me and get past my ice detection?

Beatriz takes the tray and starts eating in silence. There’s an uncomfortable silence until she finishes eating and only the long-awaited potion that I always deliver remains.

This potion is literally one of the most important things in Beatriz’s daily life, because Beatriz needs a lot of magic to heal as many people as possible and for other things.

"..." Beatriz looks at my breasts and then at the cup, hesitating to pick up the cup.

"...Shizune, just tell me one thing did I really see what I think I saw?" She asks.

"...If you think you saw me extracting milk from myself to put in the cup, then I believe you are correct..." The atmosphere is too strange as she analyzes the cup.

"Shizune, up until now, you’ve never lied to me, but you also never said anything extra if I didn’t ask... What else is in this cup besides milk?"

"...Nothing..." It’s just milk, there’s really nothing extra added. It came straight from my breast without any addition.

"...Shizune, the potion you’ve been delivering to me three times a day, and sometimes even more when I ask... How many ingredients does it have?"

"...Only one ingredient." She doesn’t ask directly, she asks indirect questions as if she wants to confirm something.

"Shizune... Wasn’t it a potion?"

"W-Well, it is a potion..." It’s not a lie, it’s a potion that increases magical power, I just never said where this potion came from.

"Shizune, why the hell do you produce milk?! And why in your right mind did you think it was a good idea to serve your breast milk to the saint who is the highest authority in the church!" She asks, alarmed.

"...I... thought that if I gave something like a very useful support potion, my chances of getting your approval would be higher..." Okay, with her saying it like that, the idea really does seem stupid, even though it seemed like a good idea before.

"Shizune, you’ve been in the church for over a month... You’ve been serving me your milk for over a month without saying anything... Why the hell?! You know this is blasphemy, heresy, and the highest level of sacrilege?"

"...Look, you can’t complain about the results, you can have a lot more magic with this potion, and thanks to it, the number of injured or sick people has started to decrease a lot, and there’s also the magical recovery that happens when you drink the potion with your magic depleted."

When my milk is consumed and your magic is already depleted, the rate of magic recovery increases greatly.

"..." Beatriz puts both hands on her face, covering her eyes and dragging her hands across her face in a mix of shame, embarrassment, and anger.

"Shizune, do you realize that I asked you to be my mother, and you were serving me milk straight from your body?"

"P-Please don’t put it that way..." It’s much more embarrassing than she can imagine.

"Shizune, there’s no way I can call this a potion! THIS IS MILK, SHIZUNE!! BREAST MILK THAT YOU SERVED ME WITHOUT CONSENT."

"..."

"Shizune, do you realize how wrong this is on so many levels? How come the God-Slaying Spear hasn’t killed you for being so promiscuous and heretical?" Beatriz asks more to herself than to me, and I notice this is getting dangerous for me.

"What if it was meant to be like this from the beginning!" I make up a lie before everything falls apart. Beatriz is a saint, it’s obvious she would be uncomfortable knowing I’m giving her breast milk.

And from the direction of the conversation, I don’t doubt that she could expel me from the church for being a problem. I probably won’t be arrested for passing the test with the spear, but expulsion is certainly possible.

"What do you mean?" She says without understanding.

"What if God guided me to you so that I could help you change the world? Think about it! What are the chances of a reanimated dead-like someone similar to your mother and who produces milk with potion properties showing up to help you?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"..."

"I mean, what if it was meant to be like this from the beginning, and you actually need this it’s just logical, right?" It’s a total lie, and I know it’s a lie, but she doesn’t know.

It may seem wrong to lie to her, as she has this whole problem of too much affection for maternal figures, but if I get expelled, I’ll have problems.

"Are you saying... that God guided you to me, and this promiscuous and apparently heretical act is actually a gift from God to help me, and not a blasphemous act against me, but something I need?" She asks.

"Yes! That’s exactly it!" I just confirm, sinking deeper into the stupid lie I’m creating.

"So... you’re my God-given mother!?"

"...Y-Yes, d-daughter, haha, I’m your God-given mother, it’s p-pure logic..." Damn, this lie is spinning out of control way too fast. Damn religious fanatics, why did Beatriz have to be someone so spiritually religious?

"So this isn’t wrong?" She asks uncertainly.

"Of course not! The number of people you’re saving lives thanks to my milk is 29 times greater than before I arrived! And you’ve been much happier recently, haven’t you?" These numbers are true based on the daily analysis and report I read in Beatriz’s place.

"!!!" She seems shocked, as if this ridiculous, fantastical, and absurd idea actually made total sense.

"You’re right! You’re absolutely right! It can only be that! God heard my prayers for a present mother, just as he heard my requests to help more and more people!" She says with tears in her eyes, tears of happiness, as she jumps on me in a hug, knocking the milk cup to the floor.

’I feel bad...’ It’s a complete lie, I’m practically playing with this girl’s confused feelings, but I can’t be expelled being expelled would make it much harder for me to try to help as many people as possible.

"I’m so happy, I almost expelled you from here for profaning the central pillar of the church, I’ve never been so glad to be completely wrong." She says, hugging me tightly as I fall to the floor, the relief hitting me.

’Oh my God... I almost got expelled.’ I knew it, I was sure of it. These religious people are so fanatical about their beliefs when they’re not corrupt. It’s obvious she wouldn’t like someone lascivious around her.

"Mother, I’m so glad I finally have you~" She says in a sweet voice mixed with tears.

This lie is something that is impossible to discover the truth about unless I say so, so she will never find out that the God part is my lie. She will think that God moved the pieces for us to meet.

However, this also means that I am now forced to maintain this strange performance so that everything doesn’t fall apart.

"Daughter... y-you’re hurting me." I say, feeling pain from the tight hug. My breasts are so full of milk, and her breasts are crushing mine.

This is another problem if I don’t extract the milk, my breasts get so painfully full.

"Oh, sorry." She says, separating from the hug, but still staying on top of me.

"Where does it hurt? I’ll heal you!" She says urgently.

"It’s nothing serious..."

"NO! You are the holy Mother sent by God! That’s why the Spear didn’t kill you I should have realized that before! You must not be harmed, tell me where it hurts!" She speaks in a religiously fanatical way.

’...Yui... please don’t tell me I’m creating a religiously fanatical monster for myself.’ I look at her aura, still colorless.

"My breasts... they hurt... they’re very full." The morning is the worst, all the milk produced at night accumulates, although it gets better after taking the first cup in the morning.

"I’ll get something to help you, wait a moment." She says, getting off me and running around the room, rushing back and forth without being sure what to do.

I just lie there sighing. For now, I’ve solved the problem, but I may have created another problem that will be painfully harder to solve.

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