Tell Seria The Truth

Fuck it. You can't keep this up, you have to tell her the truth. "Um, Seria?"

"Yes?"

With a deep breath, you decide to take the plunge. "Um, the truth is, I'm actually not your sister."

She doesn't react as bad as you thought she would, and simply smiles, rubbing your head. "I had my suspicions. As much as I would love to have a little sister, like you, your demeanor was a dead giveaway that we're not related."

"I'm sorry."

But again, your mother just smiles. "I understand why you would lie. I remember when my husband first **** me. It wasn't very pleasant. But now that I know we're not related, I can't help you anymore. Once you leave this room, you'll be ****. Either by my husband, my sons, or the villagers. I'm sorry."

"But..." you start, wondering if you should tell her you're her son. "We are related!"

"What?" your mother asks, wide eyed.

"It's... it's me, your son."

Mother laughs, clearly not believing you. "Come on. It's bad enough that you lied about being my sister, don't lie about being my son."

"But it's true! I was turned into this form by a witch!"

Mother still doesn't seem to buy it, and is starting to look annoyed, getting to her feet. "Stop it. Don't take me for a fool. Lie to me again, and you'll regret it."

"But..."

"Should I open this door, and let my husband **** you? His cock is bigger than you are, sweetie. He'd break you like a twig."