Haruto sat trying to process what to say next .

  Akira, of course, looked completely at ease, zily stretching with a smirk on her face directed at him. She had red lipstick with bck hair and bck eyes that were attractive to Haruto.

  Arisu, meanwhile, sipped her tea delicately, watching Haruto with a knowing gaze.

  Then, without hesitation—

  "I accept you, Haruto-kun."

  Haruto blinked. He liked the idea of being accepted but what part of him she accepted?

  "Huh?"

  Arisu set her teacup down, tilting her head slightly with a smile.

  "I'm saying that I approve of you dating my daughter."

  Haruto stared at her, stunned. "Just like that?"

  "Just like that." Arisu replied smiling at him. That smile was really beautiful.

  He gnced toward Akira, who simply grinned and shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Even if she denied me to date you, I'd still do whatever I want, Haruto~"

  "You would Akira! You would " Arisu scowled at her

  Haruto sighed, replying to Akira."That's... actually very bold of you."

  Haruto frowned, still a little suspicious. Why was her mother so carefree when it comes to her daughter.

  "Hold on. You're... weirdly chill about this."

  Arisu raised an eyebrow.

  "Oh? And why wouldn't I be?"

  Haruto shifted uncomfortably.

  "I mean... I literally talked about your daughter's body in front of you in the most careless way possible. I thought you'd, I don't know, be bit furious at me or something?"

  Arisu chuckled softly, her bck eyes gleaming. "Haruto-kun, if I should say you.... you remind me of my husband."

  Haruto froze."...Your husband? And how is that relevant?"

  Akira grinned wider, clearly enjoying this. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

  Arisu continued, her voice carrying a nostalgic warmth.

  "Yes, my dear te husband was just like you. Carefree, confident, and completely incapable of keeping his thoughts about women to himself. I really like that part of himself"

  Haruto winced."I don't think I like the comparison."

  Arisu smiled sweetly as she was nudging herself."Oh! But he was adorable. He thought he was a pyer, always talking about women openly... but the moment I made a move on him, he was truly faithful."

  Haruto narrowed his eyes."I am NOT a pyer thought."

  Akira snorted. "Haruto! That wasn't very convincing. Because from where I'm standing, you've got about six women in your life who have been very close to you."

  Haruto groaned, gring at her. "That doesn't count! They weren't my girlfriends yet."

  Arisu sighed wistfully. "Ah, yes, my dear husband was the same way. So stubborn. And then..."

  Akira grinned, leaning forward. "And then Mom punished him."

  Haruto stiffened. "Define 'punished.'"

  Arisu simply smiled innocently, sipping her tea.

  Haruto decided he didn't want to ask any more questions.

  Haruto cleared his throat, wanting to change the topic.

  "So, uh... we're going to a private beach soon. You coming?"

  Akira perked up. "Oh? A vacation?"

  "Yeah Akira. Kei, and the rest of us are going. You seem like someone who enjoys parties, so I figured I'd ask."

  Akira's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Oh! I do love a good outing. And a private beach, Count me in."

  Haruto nodded, feeling relieved that the conversation was finally normal again.

  Alright. That went well. Maybe I can actually leave without any more weird moments—

  Then—

  Arisu stepped closer.

  Haruto stopped breathing.

  She leaned in, her voice dropping to a silky whisper against his ear.

  "Oh, and Haruto-kun... you know, you can visit me anytime you like."

  Haruto blinked.

  "W-what?"

  Arisu smiled then pulled out a bck business card and slipping it into his pocket.

  "This is my personal number. Call me anytime. I'll teach you... all the pleasures of being with a woman."

  Haruto stared at her in absolute shock."Are you joking?!"

  Like mother! Like mother. Total horny freaks he thought

  Arisu put her finger on her lips and asked him smirking. "Am I?"

  She winked, turning to leave gracefully and spoke while she was moving. "Oh, and by the way... it's a Mastercard."

  Haruto blinked. Trying to process it. "...What does that have to do with anything?"

  Arisu smiled wider. "It means you can arrive anytime. Even when I'm showering. Or sleeping."

  Haruto choked on air."I— WHAT?!"

  "MOM. What the fuck! Stop flirting with a guy around my age. Old hag "Akira screamed at her scolding while she threw a bottle a her head.

  Arisu simply walked away, humming to herself while ignoring the bottle that had hit her.

  Haruto sat there, completely frozen. "...I have made a grave mistake. She was sex freak"

  "Tch. That wasn't even her being serious. That was sexual frustration from a pent-up old woman."

  Haruto blinked, his brain short-circuiting again.

  "What does that even mean?"

  Akira scoffed."It means she hasn't had a proper d—" she paused, giving him a look—"Never mind knowing it can be traumatizing for boys."

  She stretched zily before tossing him a pair of sungsses.

  "Come on. I'll call for a driver. We're leaving before my mom finds a way to mess with you more."

  Haruto didn't argue. His soul had already taken enough damage. A married woman flirting with him, it took him huge willpower to not to throw at Akira mom there and here.

  Thankfully that didn't happened. Otherwise Akira would've hated him for life.

  The luxury car's doors shut quietly behind them, the sound of the engine filling inside the car.

  The female driver in a formal bck suit, gnced at them through the mirror.

  "Where to, Sasaki-sama?"

  Akira exhaled, stretching her arms over her head.

  "Mm... take us to the Tachibana Restort," she said, rolling her shoulders. "Kei's pce."

  The driver nodded, the car rolling forward smoothly.

  Haruto leaned back against the cool leather seat, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

  Then—he felt it.

  A soft touch along his thigh. Haruto stiffened instantly.

  Akira's nails digging inside him through pant. His member twitched feeling the soft touch

  "You know..." her voice dropped, a sultry whisper, "I have been so lonely with you guys ignoring me after that threesome in that bathroom. How could you?"

  Haruto swallowed as he tried his best not to get hard. Hard. But in the end his dick became as hard as stone wall with long length like a ruler.

  "A-Akira...?" He tried to call her as he is starting to get horny.

  She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, her lips just barely brushing his skin. "Off. Take off these" She said while holding his shirt

  Haruto could feel the smirk in her voice, her body shifted slightly closer and she whispered to him. "I didn't know you had that much package within you. You hot stud " She came near him. Haruto could feel her soothing premium perfume that is made for women. It was tranquil and comfortable.

  "T-The driver—" he whispered sharply.

  Akira looked at her and turned back to him, completely unfazed.

  "She won't say anything. Isn't that right?" Akira whispered to him, dragging her nails down in his chest as he moans "She will enjoy the show."

  In the front seat, the female driver gripped the wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white.

  Her breathing was shaky, and even though her eyes were glued to the road, Haruto could see the her thighs pressed together shaking as she pleaded"Sasaki-sama... p-please behave."

  Akira was on her knees between his legs, her bck eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as she worked him over. "Mmm~Should I call you 'Goshazen-sama', 'Onii-sama', or 'Ou-sama'. " she hummed, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body. "What is your kink"

  She replied teasing him while raising his fingers and poking him to make him react.

  His fingers curled into her hair, hips shifting involuntarily despite his attempt to maintain control.

  Akira removed his pant while sitting under the seat and began removing his underwear " Bck! It was kinky. I love it " Akira replied as she removed his underwear letting his huge organism popping out and letting out in the room as car suddenly drifted and then...Akira fell on his dick

  "It was good. I like this manly odor~ " Akira replied while sniffing it out

  Akira took it and began squeezing his dick" It was nice " She then took it inside her mouth and began sucking it

  "Damn it, Akira—" He said panting as he is feeling Akira's soft hungry Toungue.

  "Mmph~Mmph~" Sucking noises filled around the room

  Haruto gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing, but Akira only smirked, her pace slow and deliberate—too deliberate as if she wanted to tease him.

  Before he could protest, her hands pushed the shirt over his shoulders, stripping him in bare butt to the cool air.

  She removed her own top, fabric slipping down her arms, revealing her smooth, perky big breasts.

  She took his hands, guiding them—slowly, deliberately—against her curves.

  "Like what you see, boss?" Akira teased him letting the soft, bouncy weight of her breasts settle into his palms while she continued to suck him.

  Haruto fingers gropped her warm, perky mounds. They rolled and seemed heavy but soft to his touch.

  She smirked, dragging his hands letting him feel the silky softness of her breasts in his fingertips.

  "Mmm~ they're heavy, aren't they?" she whispered

  "You're holding back, boss~."

  Her nails scraped against his thighs, teasing, pushing him to lose himself completely.

  Her skirt dropped onto the floor, her breath coming in soft pants as she pressed against his lips.

  "Now..." she murmured, dragging her nails lightly down his stomach, sending shivers racing through his spine.

  Then—she whispered it.

  "Come on, boss. Pierce me."

  The driver's hands tightened on the wheel, her shoulders stiff.

  She didn't dare look back.

  She didn't have to.

  She heard everything.

  The faint, wet sounds, the soft skin spping sounds of friction between the switch and the plug, moans, unmistakable shift of bodies moving in rhythm as her madam moaned in a vulgar way with a man.

  "Mistress will be so furious if she saw this " The driver muttured without realizing.

  She never saw Arisu Sasaki face to face in her life.

  The car continued moving, the driver doing her best to pretend she wasn't hearing anything.

  But inside, they had came 3 times.

  Soft sighs. Warm hands. Heated gnces.

  The luxury car pulled into the private estate's driveway, near the beach rest stop.

  The car is filled with the scent of heat, sweat, and sinful smell in the air.

  Haruto sat in his seat, his groin tingling, with soft bite imprints trailing down his chest with lipsticks marks on his chest and face. Akira is rubbing her face with a handkerchief cleaning white liquids in her face.

  Haruto shirt was barely hanging off him crumpled.

  And beside him—

  Akira stretched shamelessly, completely unashamed of her bare skin being exposed.

  Her bck eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her lips still wet from earlier sins while a predatory smirk pying at the corners of her mouth as she gazed at Haruto.

  Her outfit y forgotten on the floor, her throat filled red traces where Haruto had instinctively grabbed her while thrusting.

  "Mmm~ That was fun, You have made your liquids inside me~" she purred like a cat, dragging a zy finger down his chest.

  Her nails scratched lightly over one of the fresh bite marks, making him tense slightly under her touch.

  Then, with an almost teasing slowness, she leaned down, lips grazing over one of the bruises she had left.

  She licked her lips, as she traced over the mark with slow, nguid kisses.

  "Ne, Haruto~" she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.

  "Think I might've just made another you inside me." She rubbed her exposed belly with a dreamy sigh

  Haruto groaned, rubbing a hand over his face."There is a time and pce for this. We fucked like animals. I don't remember what I did!"

  Akira grinned, licking a lingering drop of semen off the side of her lip. "You loved it. I loved it that's all we need to know."

  The driver's is panting.

  Her breath had grown unsteady, her body tense, thighs pressed together involuntarily.

  Even as she stared straight ahead, refusing to turn back, she wasn't deaf.

  The soft gasps, the quiet groans, the wet sounds of lips meeting skin. All of the moments pyed inside her head like a cassette tape.

  Her cheeks burned, her posture rigid, her mind screaming at her to ignore it.

  But her body betrayed her.

  By the time they had arrived—

  Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the wheel.

  Her breath came shallow.

  And between her legs...

  She had felt what sexual arousal meant and s. She never had experienced such a intimate moment in her life.

  She stayed in the car for a very long time by herself.