The two boys sat on a secluded flight of stairs behind the old building. The atmosphere was quiet, interrupted only by the rustling of the wind and the sound of Ren slurping the last of his blueberry-flavored yogurt.
"You really love yogurt, huh... I always see you buy it from the vending machine." Natsuo comnted in a low voice.
"It’s my favorite drink. Got a problem with that?" Ren replied nonchalantly, tossing the empty yogurt carton perfectly into a distant trash can. "So, what achievent do you want to show off this ti? There are ten minutes left until the bell rings. Get to the point."
"Hehehe..."
Suddenly, Natsuo let out a low, lewd chuckle. A laugh that would make anyone who heard it—especially won—feel disgusted and want to get away.
"Actually... I succeeded!"
"Succeeded at what?"
Ren didn’t understand what he ant. Many things had happened over the sumr break, and although he had a photographic mory, he wasn’t omniscient.
"Oyakodon! O-ya-ko-don!"
Natsuo emphasized each syllable with pride.
"Oh~ you really did it?"
Oyakodon is a type of donburi (a Japanese rice bowl dish). It literally ans a combination of chicken (the parent) and egg (the child).
Of course, Ren knew the aning of the oyakodon that Natsuo was referring to had a different connotation. In that context, oyakodon ans having sexual relations with a mother and her daughter at the sa ti (a threeso).
"It took a lot of effort to make it happen! With hard work, perseverance, and... of course, my irresistible charm, I did it! I’m great, right?"
Natsuo puffed out his chest, his face filled with an unrestrained expression of arrogance.
"You’re great!"
Ren gave him a thumbs-up, acknowledging his best friend’s proficiency in seducing won.
"By the way, here’s the proof."
With a quick motion, Natsuo pulled his phone from his uniform pocket. His fingers moved on the screen before he finally held it up for Ren to see.
On the screen was a very explicit photo.
Natsuo was sitting in the middle, with a wide, triumphant smile. To his left was a beautiful and curvaceous middle-aged woman, her slightly narrowed eyes showing traces of crying or perhaps pleasure. Her ssy blonde hair covered part of her bare shoulder.
To Natsuo’s right was a high school girl with waist-length light blonde hair, her face very similar to the older woman’s—just younger and still innocent. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes looking down with a mixture of sha and resignation.
Both were stark naked, only using a loose sheet draped over their laps, tightly clutching Natsuo’s arms.
"As I told you before, this MILF is nad Ayase Akiko, a widow who is still very sexy. And this daughter of hers..." Natsuo tapped the image of the high school girl, "She’s our junior, Ayase Saki. Before eting you, I even got to fuck Saki-chan in the gym storage room."
Natsuo then swiped the screen, showing a series of other photos that were increasingly inappropriate.
One photo showed Natsuo lying on his back on a large bed, with Akiko holding him from behind and kissing his neck, while Saki was between his legs, her face obscured by Natsuo’s body but the context was clear.
Another photo showed the three of them in a bathroom, soaking in a hot tub, with Saki sitting on Natsuo’s lap and Akiko leaning on his shoulder, their hands groping each other under the foamy water.
In another photo, Akiko was sitting on top of Natsuo, riding his hips, while Saki was giving him her breasts to his mouth.
"Look at this! They even made dinner like this afterward. What a... mouth-watering experience." Natsuo chuckled, showing a photo where the two won were naked while wearing small kitchen aprons, feeding him as he sat in a dining chair.
"You won’t believe it, Ren. The sensation... was incredible. Feeling the maturity and experience of the mother, combined with the purity and shyness of the daughter... They complent each other! Akiko-san knows exactly how to make comfortable, while Saki-chan... she’s still shy, but that’s what makes her even sweeter. They subtly compete to please . I truly felt like an emperor."
Natsuo let out a long sigh, gazing into the distance as if recalling the pleasure.
"Reaching the point where a mother is willing to ’share’ her beloved daughter with you on the sa bed... it takes high-level strategy and persuasion, man. But the result? It’s priceless. Truly a masterpiece."
In a sense, what Natsuo was bragging about was indeed sothing almost impossible for a regular high school student. It was an achievent in a dark world that many n only dream of in their fantasies, and which is despised by societal norms.
"You really love combos, Natsuo." Ren replied, glancing at Natsuo who was still boasting. "Your step-sisters; Tachibana Hina and Tachibana Rui, the twin sisters; Jinguuji Rumi and Jinguuji Naori, the mother and daughter; Ayase Akiko and Ayase Saki. Except for one junior, Asano Reira, who is a close friend of Jinguuji Rumi, you seem to have a certain pattern in approaching won."
Natsuo smiled, not feeling annoyed at all.
"Co on, as if you don’t have a fetish. Besides Nakano-sensei, most of your won are half-bloods, aren’t they? Hayasaka Ai is Irish-Japanese, Maria Mikhailovna Kujou and Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou are Russian-Japanese. You really like Western won."
"You have a point." Ren shrugged, then took out his phone. "By the way, I want to show you my new woman from when I went on vacation to Australia over the sumr break."
Then, he opened his photo gallery and held his phone out to Natsuo.
What appeared was a photo of an incredibly beautiful blonde girl, like a reborn noblewoman from the Victorian era. Her skin was as white as porcelain, contrasting with her golden hair. Her facial features were perfect; a sharp nose, full sensual lips, and sapphire-blue eyes that seed to be able to pierce the soul. And in the photo, she was lying naked next to Ren, who was just smiling casually, as if the luxury beside him was commonplace.
Natsuo swiped to the next photo. This ti, the girl was wearing a black lace lingerie set that was more revealing than being naked. The lace only very thinly covered her strategic parts, instead highlighting her perfect curves and smooth skin.
The next photo showed her in black and white striped thigh-high socks, high heels, and nothing else on top but a leather choker necklace. Her expression in the photo was a deadly combination of innocence and temptation.
"Oh my God... What? Is that a navel piercing?! Did you do it, Ren?"
Natsuo gasped, noticing an unavoidable detail in another close-up photo. A small sapphire-colored gemstone—matching the color of her eyes—glittered in the girl’s flat belly button.
"Yep. But she herself asked to have her stomach pierced." Ren explained briefly. "She said it was a form of her devotion to , that her womb was only available for . Her na is Rita Ainsworth, from a prominent family in England."
Natsuo shook his head in disbelief, looking back at the painting-like photo of the blonde girl.
"See? I told you. You like Western won!"
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Their lewd conversation continued, filled with talk of ’achievents’ and their respective preferences that were increasingly inappropriate to be spoken in a school environnt.
They only stopped when the bell rang loudly, signaling the end of the break and halting their perverted chat.
"Well, see you later, Ren. Tell more next ti." Natsuo said with a wave, turning and hurrying toward the corridor that led to his classroom.
"Definitely." Ren replied with a faint smile before turning and walking in the opposite direction.
He walked down the corridor that was now filled with students bustling back to their classrooms. The low murmur of shoes and brief conversations filled the air.
*📳📳📳*
A vibration from his phone in his uniform pocket made him stop walking. He took out his phone, and his eyebrows went up seeing the na on the screen: Ririka. One of the won in his harem who usually didn’t call without a clear reason.
With a swift finger, Ren swiped the screen to accept the call.
"Hello, Ririka. You don’t usually call . Did sothing happen?"
The voice that ca from the speaker was high-pitched and filled with panic.
"Ren-sama! This is bad! Itsuki-sama’s water broke! She’s going into labor soon!"
"Huh?"
Ren was stunned for a few seconds.
(Itsuki? Giving birth? Now?)
Without a second thought, without caring about the class that was about to start, he skipped again and rushed to the hospital that Ririka had ntioned.
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