Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 2 -2

Leaving my quarters, I spotted Freya—my stunning MILF of a mother—seated at the dining table finishing her breakfast.

She was clad in a green blouse paired with a brown skirt, making me intensely curious about what lay hidden beneath those clothes.

"Hi mom," I greeted her, my voice dripping with forced sweetness while my gaze roamed over her body with shameless intent.

'What? Did he call me mom? That's a first. He usually just calls me Freya, but perhaps he's finally changing his ways,' Freya mused to herself.

"Oh... dear, are you feeling okay? Would you like something to eat?" she inquired.

"Ah... sure, how about a glass of water?" I replied, taking the seat right beside her.

"Of course, I'll get it right now." She rose gracefully from her chair and headed toward the kitchen.

Seizing the opportunity, I snatched a knife from the table and sliced a small wound into my left thumb.

As blood began to well up, I quickly let twelve drops fall into the vegetable soup Freya had been eating.

To mask the injury and stop the flow, I began sucking on my thumb.

Freya returned, holding a glass of water in her soft, milky hands. Every time I looked at her, I couldn't help but get a hard-on; I was dying to get my hands on those massive jugs.

Sitting back down next to me, she handed over the glass.

"Here you go, darling."

"Thanks, mom."

Suddenly, Freya reached out and took my hand, saying...

"Please don't be upset with Cherry, she's a sweet girl, it's just that she..." As she spoke, a devious thought struck me.

'Memory Eater.'

[Mana Out]

[120 exp gained]

[Level up]

Visions immediately began racing through my mind. I could perceive her memories as if they were my own—chores, cooking, and daily tasks. These were very recent, and if I consumed them...

"Hmmm...? What was I saying just now?" Freya asked, her face clouded with confusion.

It worked perfectly; she had no recollection of her words.

"You were just about to finish your breakfast."

"Huh? Breakfast? But when did I even prepare breakfast?"

"I wouldn't know, I was resting in my room. Actually, I think I'll go back and lie down, I'm not feeling very well," I said, a small smirk playing on my lips.

"Oh, in that case, you should definitely go rest. I'll bring your meal to you once I finish up here," Freya insisted.

"Yeah, sure. Just take your time and enjoy your meal, I'll be in my room." I offered a gentle smile before retreating back to my chamber.

Once the door was shut, a dark, triumphant grin spread across my face.

"That worked better than expected. It's actually lucky my mana bottomed out; this skill is like a memory vacuum that doesn't stop until the tank is empty. I need to master this control, or I'll turn my precious mother into an amnesiac."

"Alright, let's check the notifications I received."

'Status'

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[Name: Anon Agreil]

[Level: 2]

[Exp: 20/300]

[SP: 7]

[Age: 16]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Mind Flayer]

[Mana: 32/32]

[HP: 64/64]

[Skills: [Mind Control (Lv.1)] [Memory Eater (Lv.2)] [Memory Altering (Lv.1)] [Psychic Connection (Lv.1)] ]

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I hit level two. Excellent. It looks like I gain 2 skill points per level. My Mana and HP have doubled, though I doubt it scales like that indefinitely; otherwise, my HP would be astronomical by level 20 or 30. We'll see.

Memory Eater reached level 2 as well, which confirms that repeated use levels up individual skills.

Enough about the status screen, it's time to focus on my subject.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, a new window appeared.

[Target Detected]

[Name: Freya Agreil]

[Female, 35]

[Cells not activated]

Perfect. Time to bring this woman to her knees.

'Mind Control.'

[Cells Activated inside the target]

[Heading towards the target's brain]

[Successfully reached brain]

[Starting duplicate cell generator]

[Cells have started to generate copies of themselves to slowly take over the target's whole mind]

[Estimated time to generate enough copies to give command to the target is - 5 minutes]

Damn... this is a complex process.

Five minutes passed...

[Process complete]

[Target's mind is now fully covered with host's cells]

[Mind corruption 0%]

I can sense it now. Freya's mind feels like an extension of my own body, yet not entirely under my thumb. That explains the 0% corruption rating.

Let's try this next...

'Psychic Connection.'

[Establishing connection with host's cells and target's brain]

[Due to little memory loss host's cells have found the way to penetrate the target's brain.]

[Connecting...1%...2%>>>>100%]

[Connection established]

[Target can now listen to host's calls with its unconscious mind and follow them with enough mind corruption]

[Mind corruption reached 5%]

Good grief... this is exhausting to track. I have to read through all this data.

[This is a one-time process and will not be repeated in the future.]

I certainly hope so.

Another five minutes later...

Anon sat on his bed, staring intently at the floating interface.

"So, Freya's mind is 5% corrupted because I ate some of her memories. That opened a path for my cells to hit her subconscious. She'll follow orders from there, but without higher corruption, I can't force her into bed yet. Dammit."

It's fine... stay calm, Anon. I just need to eat more of her memories to increase the corruption. For now, let's test a minor command.

Before I could even issue the order, Freya entered the room, her breasts bouncing with every step.

"Here is your food, Anon. I brought you some soup and bread."

"Ah... thanks, mom."

"Don't mention it. Eat up so you can recover quickly."

As she set the wooden tray down, her chest jiggled wildly.

"I'm going to go finish the chores now, okay?"

"Y-Yeah," I stammered, my face turning red.

'Focus, Anon. Test the skill.'

As she turned to leave, I projected a command into her mind.

'Stop, Freya.'

To my amazement, she froze instantly.

"Hmm...? Did you say something, Anon?"

"No, mom," I replied, putting on my most innocent expression.

"Oh... I must have imagined it. I thought I heard you call out."

"Yeah."

'Freya, tap twice on the door before you shut it,' I commanded, testing the limits.

*Knock* *Knock*

*Click*

"Yes! It works! She followed it without even realizing it."

"Well, well... I think it's finally time to lose my V-card." While I was celebrating, another prompt appeared.

[Mind corruption 6%]

What the...?