I Became The Hero's Mother (ChatGPT Translated)

I became the mother of the male lead - Episode 131.

Episode 131.

Gulp.

Looking down at Hades' back, my dry saliva involuntarily went down.

"It's a piece. . . what is it. . . ."

Hades, who had trained his whole life, had a perfect physique.

The tightly woven muscles wriggled with vitality every time Hades breathed, as if they were alive.

Along the open shoulder line, the bulging biceps and the firm trapezius on the back. . .

"Cough."

Trying to gather impure gazes, I brainwashed myself again.

"This is a medical procedure."

"Your Highness, are you deeply asleep? Hmm, I'll just help you recover a bit and leave."

With a voice that had no trace of personal feelings, I found myself unconsciously embracing Hades' exquisite naked body.

When I saw Michelangelo's David at the museum in Florence in my early twenties, I wasn't moved to this extent. . .

"Hmm, you really have trouble sleeping."

I wanted Hades to wake up a little because I felt embarrassed for no reason, and I wanted him to keep sleeping as he was.

I cautiously placed my hand on the spot where Hades' neck connected to his shoulder.

As I carefully applied pressure to massage and restore his energy, I paused.

It was because our eyes met as soon as my hand touched him.

Trembling eyelids that opened slightly. Red irises that shone brightly even in the dark room.

For about three seconds, we stared at each other in silence. I was the first to regain my senses.

Embarrassed, I quickly pulled my hand away and laughed.

Hades, who had been staring at me, silently stood up and sat back down.

'Oops. '

My back was embarrassing enough, but my chest was too much.

"How far can your eyes roll? You'll lose them."

"What's wrong with me?"

Hades seemed to smile faintly.

I climbed onto the bed and sat behind Hades. The back is less embarrassing than the chest.

"What?"

Before a startled Hades could turn around, I quickly grabbed both of his shoulders.

"Ugh. You're like a rock."

"Do I have to go this far?"

Hades, who had become tense and stiff due to intense training, glanced at me and asked.

"But the feeling of touch is different from ability."

I slowly used my magic power, gently flowing into his body, which was more effective than the highest quality recovery potion.

"How does it feel? Refreshing, right?"

I continued the massage with all my energy, providing both relaxation and recovery.

Until Hades suddenly grabbed my hand that was massaging his shoulder.

Hades' fingers, which softly held my hand, lightly brushed against the palm of my hand.

"You really are. . ."

Hades, who was gently touching my stiff hand, turned around and pushed his upper body forward.