My Superpower Keeps My Mom Young
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 17
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 17 - The regularity of my mother's menstruation is not because the magical anti-aging injection has taken effect, but because I have created 128 young follicles in each of her ovaries, which is equivalent to pushing her childbearing age back 20 years. Women all know that once menopause occurs, the hormones in the body will drop drastically, and no matter how much maintenance is done, it will be useless.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
“Doc, what did you just say?” I stopped eating and looked up at the doctor opposite me.
“Soul Painter, this is the result of my research.” The doctor drank beer in big gulps and spoke vaguely, “You know, your talent is very special, it’s not a regeneration-type superpower...”
After listening to the doctor’s explanation, I roughly understood what he meant.
I have always been considered to have a talent for regeneration. Since I was imprisoned in the institute, the researchers have conducted various studies on me. There are many people of the same type as me in the institute, and I am naturally classified as a person with the ability to regenerate the body.
Generally speaking, as long as they are positively mutated and become superpowers, they all have some regenerative abilities, but most of them can only heal wounds faster. Only when they can restore the damaged flesh to its original state can they be defined as regenerative superpowers.
Just like people are of different heights, beautiful and ugly, the powers of psychics can be strong or weak, common or rare.
My talent is not rare, and I did not grow much during the training at the institute, so I was eventually abandoned by the institute and thrown into the killing game as a scapegoat.
In that “stress test” game, I quickly encountered a seeded player - Marcus, and was almost killed by him.
However, the research institute did not expect that the base would interfere in this game. By accident, I was rescued by the base and brought back to their secret fortress, which we call the base, which is where I am now.
The base naturally wouldn’t save me for no reason. They spent a lot of resources to bring me back to life when I was on the verge of death, because they needed my abilities to serve the base.
I naturally had no choice.
I became a member of the base, and I also learned that my regeneration ability can be “diverged”, that is, it can be applied to others. Just this small difference, the rarity of my ability directly increased from level 2 (common) to the highest level 5 (extremely rare).
Imagine that if the frontline fighters learned that there was a guy behind the base who could help them grow back their missing arms and damaged internal organs, they would completely change their views on their loyalty to the base. And for the base, this would also be a great guarantee for the stability of the organization.
Before I recovered, the base began to develop my abilities. Like many studies on special powers, the entire plan made no progress for a long time.
There were many people with rare abilities in the research institute, but the research and development of their abilities was like a lottery, and in most cases there was no way to start. If my abilities were so easy to develop, it would not be the base’s turn to take over.
Just when I was about to be abandoned again, a short and fat man stood up. He was the newest prisoner of the base and was originally to be abandoned by the base. However, with his risking his life to recommend himself, our fate took a turn for the better.
We all call him Doctor. As for his real name, no one here cares. Through logical deduction, Doctor guessed and confirmed the key to my ability divergence - Addison.
Yes, when Addison found that her hand injury healed by itself, she thought I had the ability to heal others. But she didn’t expect that her self-healing was not the result of my ability, but the result of our combined abilities.
Soon, the doctor’s idea was verified. Under Addison’s “bridging”, the doctor’s liver that had been cut off in half actually recovered one tenth of the damaged part.
The experiment was successful and I wouldn’t die, but then I began to suffer from a torture that was worse than death.
The doctor used the base’s ability-enhancing potion to strengthen my abilities, on the one hand so that I could recover faster, and on the other hand to put his research results into practice. His intentions were not bad, but that damn potion is still my nightmare even after nearly a century.
The base’s ability-enhancing potion is a very precious strategic material, but the effect of the potion on me is very poor. Just when the doctor received another harsh order from the base, Addison broke into my mind and used her spiritual comfort to calm the fear and trauma in my soul.
From then on, the potion began to take effect, and the fate of the three of us was tied together.