A Mother’s Love Like the Sea

Be it in her past life or this one, a cute and beautiful girl was always likable.
But this wasn’t the kind of affection Kant wanted.
In his mind, his future self should have been a rugged, silver-haired, mature uncle, weathered by time and experience.
After all, he was pushing forty, with a mind seasoned by age.
Yet, his current form was neither a stoic, handsome uncle nor a dashing elven pretty boy, but an elf princess so delicate and frail she seemed impossible to refuse.

And now, this elf princess was being held in an utterly humiliating position in the Elven Empress’s arms.
She’d tried to struggle free, but her strength was too weak.
Exhausting herself only left her drenched in sweat, panting delicately, looking all too tempting.

This was like lifting a rock only to smash her own foot.
The thought filled Selina with unbearable grievance.
For some reason, she—who had endured countless hardships and injuries in her past life without ever feeling sad or wronged—now had a body and emotions so sensitive that even these small details brought tears welling up uncontrollably.

Damn it, this body was too frail!
Just a little exertion, and she looked pitifully delicate, evoking sympathy.
This wasn’t the silver-haired, tough uncle she wanted!
What was with this fragile, pitiable elf maiden?

Seeing the elf girl in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears, Empress Karina set aside her usual majesty.
Her emerald eyes filled with maternal care and tenderness.

She gently raised a slender, fair finger, softly wiping the tears from the girl’s reddened eyes.
From her cherry lips came a soft murmur of an elven lullaby, passed down through generations.

Legend held that elves were the closest to angels, their voices kissed by divine grace.
The soft, melodious song rang gently in her ears, like a breeze and nature’s touch caressing every inch of her body.

A miraculous thing happened.
As Selina heard the lullaby, the tears in her eyes lessened, and her agitated emotions calmed considerably.

Though she hated to admit it, this body was undeniably elven.
The elven lullaby had a profound effect on her.

Feeling the girl’s breathing steady in her arms, a faint smile curved Karina’s lips.
She gently rocked the girl, mimicking a cradle lulling a child to sleep.

“How’s that? Feeling a bit better?”

Hearing Karina’s words, Selina snapped back to reality.
She widened her eyes, staring incredulously into her mother’s gaze.

What had just happened?
She’d actually let down her guard, listening to her mother’s soothing like a child, lying calmly in her arms, basking in this unreal tenderness.

No, this wasn’t her!
Never mind how intoxicating this enveloping maternal love was—she’d never even met her mother in her past two lives.
An orphan wandering the world, she’d never known family.
Now, she faced an unfamiliar warmth, a temptation of familial bonds and blood resonance that was hard to resist.

“You… you’re treating me like a child?!”

Selina mustered some strength, sitting up and glaring with her pure, flawless emerald eyes.
Her intent was to make the Empress feel her anger and put her down.
But the moment she spoke, something soft in her heart stirred.
Her cold, harsh tone softened involuntarily, faltering and lacking conviction, sounding like an immature girl whining to her mother.

Hearing the girl’s words—angry but harmless to the heart—Karina’s eyes sparkled with growing amusement.
She’d worried that Selina’s personality might erupt after regaining her memories.
She’d known from the start that Selina was a reincarnated human, and memories’ impact was beyond even her control.
Having raised this daughter for five years, their bond wasn’t just blood—she’d poured her heart into her.
With affection came the fear of loss.
This little one couldn’t escape her grasp, and as a mother, worrying for her child was unavoidable.

Her greatest fear was that the five years of elven life would clash with Selina’s human memories, leading to rejection of her current life and a cold, unfeeling heart that disowned her mother.
But the moment this little one spoke, Karina understood…

What child wouldn’t feel attachment to the mother they’d lived with for five years?
As a true elf now, Selina was noble yet deeply emotional, a trait even her human past couldn’t escape.

The fear was of a truly hardened heart, cold and unyielding, unmoved by any sincere words.
But that wasn’t the case here…

Her little daughter was entirely within her expectations and control.
Those worries were unnecessary.
As long as emotional ties remained, Karina, as the Elven Empress, had countless ways to ensure her daughter lived safely as an elf princess for life.

“Selina is Mother’s little treasure, so calling you a child is perfectly fine~”

Her gentle voice carried the elves’ unique melody and a mother’s heartfelt love for her child.

“You… are you trying to infuriate me?!
I’m not a child!”

Selina sat up huffily in the Empress’s arms, her clear emerald eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

“Alright, alright, Selina’s not a child—she’s a girl~”

“That’s more like… wait, are you messing with me?!”

Selina almost nodded in relief, but her sharp mind caught up, and she shouted, face flushed with anger.

Her outburst didn’t matter much, but it plunged the chamber into a deathly silence.
Perhaps because her earlier, harmless venting hadn’t angered Karina, Selina forgot for a moment that this stunningly beautiful woman wasn’t just her mother—she was the Elven Empress.

The Empress’s majesty wasn’t something ordinary people dared challenge.

Others might not know, but Selina did.
This woman, when ruthless, was far more formidable than her sister, who’d killed her in her past life.

A wave of endless fear spread from her heart.
Belatedly, Selina looked fearfully at the Empress, whose warm smile had turned dangerous.
Her frail body trembled instinctively, wanting to retreat for safety, but held tightly in Karina’s arms, where could she go?

Karina’s smile grew perilous, and under Selina’s terrified gaze, she slowly turned the girl’s body over.

Thus, the Second Princess of the elven race found herself face-down, bottom-up, draped across her mother’s fair legs.
Before she could savor the softness and faint fragrance of the Empress’s legs, a cool sensation hit as her dress was lifted.

The delicate princess skirt was slowly raised to her slender waist, revealing her white undergarments, fully exposed to the air.

Perhaps due to the chilly sensation on her backside, Selina’s shame surged like a triggered nerve.
Her pale face flushed apple-red in an instant.

“You… what are you doing?!”

Pinned on her mother’s lap, unable to struggle, Selina felt danger closing in and cried out in panic.

“What am I doing?
My dear daughter, don’t you know?
From the moment you saw me until now, you haven’t once called me Mother.
Not only that, your words and many behaviors lack the decorum befitting a princess.
Perhaps I’ve been too busy with state affairs to pay attention to you.
But don’t worry, there’s still time to correct these bad habits…”

“Selina, my sweet daughter, bear with it.
You’re about to experience Mother’s hands-on, heartfelt education~”

Hearing the Empress’s chilling words and tone, Selina broke out in a cold sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Don’t… don’t come any closer!”

With her cry, a crisp sound of flesh being struck echoed through the chamber, followed by earth-shattering wails.

“Wah! Old hag, stop it!”

Smack, smack, smack…
The crisp sound rang out like drumbeats.

“You… you jerk!”

Smack, smack, smack…
The rhythmic sounds rose and fell.

“Pervert! Big pervert!
Lifting a girl’s skirt, you’re a huge pervert!”

Smack, smack, smack…

“Wuwuwu… stop hitting, stop hitting…”

Smack, smack, smack…

“Wuwuwu… Mother, I was wrong~”

In an instant, the Elven Empress’s chamber was filled only with the princess’s plaintive pleas for mercy.

The air brimmed with a mother’s love as vast as the sea~