Inside the villa, Koufukuji Takaya stood at the doorway, watching the girl pack her clothes. His heart twisted painfully. His childhood friend of so many years was leaving, and he could do nothing to stop it.
"Anri, can't you stay? I… I don't want you to go…"
He tried to make her stay.
The silver-haired girl raised her head, her purple eyes filled with complicated emotions. "If you had said that earlier… It's a pity, but it's too late now, Takaya-kun."
"I was wrong before."
His voice trembled, almost pleading. "I'll do anything! Just let make it up to you! Anri, after all these years… can't you give another chance?"
He even felt like kneeling. "That person who saved you… I—I'm grateful to him too. Didn't you say you wanted to repay him? Anri, you don't have much money, right? I can help you pay. Just stay here."
"Takaya-kun…"
Shijou Anri's expression grew complicated. She shook her head.
"I don't need your help. I'll repay him myself. That's sothing I want to do."
Her expression gradually beca firm. Though her childhood friend's pleading made her hesitate for a mont, recalling what had happened earlier hardened her resolve.
She had to leave.
Unable to stop the person he loved, Koufukuji Takaya stood frozen at the doorway. No one else dared to stop her either. They could only force smiles as they watched Shijou Anri and Mira Tsubakihara get into the car and leave.
He felt utterly miserable.
He lost the person he cared about, gained nothing, and even offended Mira Tsubakihara and the others. It was a complete loss. But for him, the greatest pain was losing his childhood friend—the most important person in his life.
That pain far outweighed everything else.
Looking at the empty room, now devoid of her graceful presence, he felt hollow inside. The absence left him in despair.
"You seem to have made up your mind. No regrets?" Mira Tsubakihara said from the driver's seat, occasionally glancing atthe girl beside her.
"I can tell that Koufukuji Takaya really likes you."
"Even though he's a bit timid, he's not a bad person," she added, her expression turning slightly strange. "But that kind of personality isn't good for a girl. He can't protect the person he loves… Your decision is the right one."
Shijou Anri lowered her head slightly.
That was exactly why she made her choice. When the Koufukuji Family treated her as a disposable pawn, she realized she had no control over her own fate. Koufukuji Takaya was the sa—he couldn't change anything either.
So he couldn't give her happiness.
After eting Kazuma, she decided she wanted to take control of her own destiny.
What Takaya-kun couldn't do… Kazuma could.
"Miss Mira, are we going to see him now?"
"Of course not. First, we need to get you settled," Mira Tsubakihara replied with a slight smile. "Besides, Kazuma is probably dealing with his 'spoils of war' right now. We shouldn't disturb him."
"He's very attractive to girls. You're no exception."
"Otherwise, why would you go looking for him on your own?"
"…."
The silver-haired girl looked a bit uneasy but couldn't deny it. After struggling with her thoughts for a while, she lowered her head and muttered softly:
"It's just… I don't have money to repay him. So I can only… work to pay off the debt."
Mira Tsubakihara didn't expose her excuse.
In truth, any girl who ca into contact with him could feel that overwhelming sense of security. He was different from all other n.
He was special.
So it was only natural for Shijou Anri to want to rely on him.
"By the way, Miss Mira, I have one more thing I'd like your help with…"
While Shijou Anri spoke with Mira Tsubakihara, on Kazuma's side, just as Mira had guessed, he was indeed receiving his "spoils of war."
Although he had already shared an intense mont with Rurikawa Tsubaki before…
Seeing Aunt Miyajima's graceful figure moving about in the kitchen, Kazuma couldn't hold himself back. He walked over and gently embraced her from behind.
Her slender waist fit perfectly in his arms, and her body tensed slightly at the sudden contact.
"Ah—"
Mrs. Miyajima seed startled, turning her head with a coquettish pout, twisting her body seductively. "Kazuma, you really... I'm still cooking."
The feeling of her plump ass rubbing against his erection—this kind of struggle only stimulated his senses further.
It was difficult to tell if Mrs. Miyajima was doing it intentionally. She resisted twice, then felt a hard, hot spear press against her ass. Because of the movent of her ass, the spear sank between her buttocks and settled between the soft ridges.
Kazuma's hands moved upwards, cradling her full breasts from behind, his fingers sinking into a sea of softness.
"I went through life and death for you back there, Auntie. It was hard work. So giving a little reward now isn't too much to ask, right?"
"Mmm... I know," Mrs. Miyajima humd softly, bending over the kitchen counter and actively lifting her ass, chuckling lightly. "Auntie will reward you now."
Kazuma admired the sight of her curved back and her plump ass rubbing against his erection.
Without delay, he lowered his pants, revealing his hard cock, then pulled down Aunt Miyajima's jeans, exposing her juicy ass and full thighs.
Slap
"Ah!" Miyajima let out a soft moan as he slapped her plump, juicy ass hard.
The pale skin rippled with shock, and a faint red mark appeared on the surface of her ass, burning slightly.
The feeling of his fingers digging into her large, round ass was truly amazing.
After a mont of admiring the texture and smoothness of her ass, he lowered her black panties and then placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
With a thrust of his hips, his cock plunged deep into her tight, wet pussy.
Kazuma closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move his hips.
The feeling of her tight vaginal walls pressing firmly around his cock made him doubt that she was a virgin and not actually a mother.
The sound of his hips slapping her plump buttocks spread, while his cock reshaped her insides.
Plap Plap Plap
It wasn't long before Mrs. Miyajima began to move on her own, shifting her hips, seeking more contact.
"Mmm... ah..."
Her tongue slipped from her mouth, and a squirming moan echoed with each wet slap of her ass against his thigh.
The aunt was incredibly cooperative, her pussy incomparably tight around his cock.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward him, pressing her back against his chest and hugging her tightly from behind as he relentlessly fucked her.
Kazuma maintained this position, becoming one with the beautiful lady. Mrs. Miyajima no longer cared about her daughter's presence in the living room. After all, she already knew about their affair. Moreover, Mrs. Miyajima couldn't resist the charm. Kazuma.
"You're even tighter than last ti... Do you know that?" He pulled his hips back, his cock almost slipping out of her hot pussy before he thrust it all the way back in.
Plap
Miyajima let out a moan and a lewd sound spread as his hips t her ass.
"Are you excited that your daughter is listening to us?"
Kazuma felt her pussy tighten around his cock, confirming his suspicion.
Aunt Miyajima turned her head, her beautiful purple eyes narrowing slightly as she felt his cock filling her insides.
"Kazuma, aren't you excited too? Your thrusts are even harder than before. Having sex with your classmate's mother while she listens must be exciting for you, right?"
They both knew that Sakura is likely aware of what's happening now; after all, neither of them tried to hide it.
Kazuma didn't deny it; it was indeed exciting, but he wouldn't admit it.
He looked down at her moist, cherry-red lips close to his and kissed her passionately, their tongues intertwining as if trying to extract honey from each other.
They were both deeply imrsed in the kiss. Kazuma squeezed her full breasts, which trembled with every squeeze. Mrs. Miyajima could no longer contain her expression; she could only moan softly, her tongue slipping from her lips as she felt sothing approaching.
"K-Kazuma... I think I... I... Ah~~ Ahh~" Her lips parted, her words punctuated by a lewd moan as her pussy flowed ceaselessly.
Kazuma also reached orgasm. He felt the walls of her pussy tightening even more, and his erect cock finally began to ejaculate.
Strong bursts of sen collided with the walls of his aunt's womb, and her womb slowly filled with hot, sticky fluid.
His aunt opened her mouth and could only roll her eyes. And a smile on her face.
She looked utterly ecstatic.
Miyajima Sakura in the living room was dumbfounded.
Those two... they're doing it in the kitchen! Consider my feelings a little! The senpai rubbed her thighs restlessly, really wanting to escape this place, but her feet seed rooted to the ground, unable to lift.
While fiercely questioning in her heart, Miyajima-senpai couldn't control her gaze—embarrassed, disdainful, envious, jealous... Unconsciously, she suddenly imagined herself in her mother's place in the kitchen.
As if the one being bullied by Kazuma wasn't her mother, but herself, being taken roughly from behind...
"Are you envious?"
"Ah!" Miyajima Sakura, her fantasy broken, nearly jumped. Seeing it was Shizuka, she was both angry and flustered, with a hint of guilt, her eyes darting around. "What are you talking about? I'm not jealous at all."
"Don't lie to yourself. Have you forgotten you still have my succubus mark on you?" Shizuka, wearing a kimono, pointed at her chest and smiled. "I can sense your emotions. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Because I'm jealous too. Mrs. Miyajima is really fortunate."
Although she could get a share too, she was becoming increasingly dissatisfied lately. It was hard to say whether Succubus Miss wanted to personally experience it for the essence's power or simply for the pleasure.
"If you're not honest, happiness might slip away."
Miyajima Sakura lowered her head, falling silent. What good would being honest do? Kazuma wasn't interested in her anyway...
"Sakura, you seem to have low self-esteem. Be more confident. Your charm is no less than Mrs. Miyajima's. Back when I controlled you, wasn't Kazuma-kun almost tempted beyond endurance by you?"
Succubus Miss revealed an enigmatic smile, whispering into the blushing girl's ear. "So? Do you want to help you?"
Miyajima Sakura's pretty face showed a conflicted expression, but soon, a look of determination slowly surfaced.
The morning.
The azure curtains swayed gently in the breeze as sunlight stread into the warm, faintly sweet-slling room. The purple-haired girl lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes. When Shinomiya Natsuha woke up, she found her panties were already wet.
"Sigh… again…"
These past two days without seeing Kazuma, even if Shinomya Natsuha rewarded herself at night, she would still... when waking up in the morning... She draped her long hair and walked into the bathroom. Looking at her pure, clean body, she pouted.
The words Kazuma wrote and the marks he drew before had all been washed off. This clean body, instead, made Natsuha feel a bit off, even when rewarding herself, it lacked so of the excitent.
She still wanted to be dirtied by her Master...
She had thought about writing on herself, but doing it herself versus having Kazuma do it were very different. Doing it herself just didn't have that feeling, so she gave up.
"Perfect, I'll go find him today..."
Not just for that—Shinomiya Natsuha had also prepared a gift. After finishing her shower, with a towel draped around her neck, she walked out and looked at the small box on her desk, smiling softly.
She tied her long hair into a ponytail, changed into her school uniform. Her beautiful, enticing body was concealed. Looking at her like this, she was dignified and elegant, the perfect dream lover, not at all like a perverted girl, carrying an air of coolness and pride.
It was only in front of Kazuma that she would reveal her true nature.
"I'm off!"
Shinomya Natsuha walked under the trees, schoolbag in hand. Just thinking about seeing Kazuma soon made her body grow a few degrees warr, as if already anticipating the scene of being played with by her Master.
This body seed to have already acknowledged its owner. Only her Master, Kazuma, was qualified to touch her body.
After all, she was her Master's little puppy.
When Natsuha arrived at the school gate, she suddenly noticed a beautiful silver-haired girl standing there, looking toward the school. She was stunning, her figure not inferior to Natsuha's at all, and her face was strikingly beautiful.
However, she was dressed in casual clothes.
Soone from outside the school?
"Um, excuse …" As if drawn by Natsuha's presence, the silver-haired girl approached her.
"Do you know how to get to the teachers' office? I'm looking for Teacher Shirakawa."
"You're looking for Teacher Shirakawa? I'll take you there," Shinomiya Natsuha replied with a polite smile. "But you are…?"
"I'm Shijou Anri. I'm a transfer student."
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