Mu Xiaoxiao didn't make Obata Yui and Obata Natsumi his slaves.
Though his hypnosis could do that—making this beautiful mother and daughter his slaves—that would be too boring, wouldn't it?
His hypnosis simply made Mrs. Natsumi and Yui-senpai accept being "taken care of" by him and repaying him through service.
Undoubtedly, even with her mind altered by hypnosis, Mrs. Natsumi still had feelings for her husband. So when she heard Mu Xiaoxiao's words, she was stunned.
The boy walked around in front of her. The hand stroking her cheek slowly slid down, lifted her chin, and forced the beautiful wife to look at him.
He watched her with interest. Honestly, Mu Xiaoxiao was very curious how she would choose.
"Mu-kun... are you playing with me?"
Mrs. Natsumi bit her lip, her heart trembling. Becoming his thing? His slave? That was too... how could she?
"Why would you say that? I'm serious." Mu Xiaoxiao's fingertips rubbed her smooth chin. "Mrs. Natsumi, you belong to me—body and soul. I can give you something precious. I'm not playing games."
His hand continued downward, lingering on the softness of her tall, straight breasts. Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes sparkled. "Become mine, and you can have eternal life. True eternal youth. Maintain your most beautiful form forever. Don't you want that? Don't you desire it?"
It was the devil's whisper.
Mrs. Natsumi smiled bitterly. Her restless heart gradually calmed. She bit her lip and glanced down at the hand on her chest. She grabbed it but didn't move it away. She just pressed it there.
"I... I want it. I desire it. But I'm sorry... Mu-kun."
'Refused?'
'Well, that's to be expected.'
Seeing her mother refuse, Senior Yui, who'd been watching, finally spoke. "Mu-kun, how could you ask my mother that? Isn't this cheating?"
Were the things they'd done in bed before he revealed his ability not considered cheating?
Mu Xiaoxiao ignored Yui. He kept smiling at Mrs. Natsumi.
Obata Natsumi raised her head, tangled. She stared into the boy's dark pupils—they made her panic. She quickly explained, "I—I'm not that kind of materialistic woman. I don't want to be Mu-kun's for possessions... to be your woman, we have to like each other."
"Of course, it's my fault for shamelessly making such a request... I'm sorry, Mu-kun." The wife didn't know why she was so nervous and flustered. She hurried to explain, not wanting him to misunderstand.
"I see. I understand..." Mu Xiaoxiao nodded. "The love between you and your husband is so strong. Enviable~ You're right. Without love, without feelings, you can't be mine. A top-tier woman like you—I completely agree."
He smiled strangely. "But... madam, I'm not asking you to be my woman."
"Why?"
The boy's magical voice circled Mrs. Natsumi's ears and entered Yui's as well. "Mrs. Natsumi, you already have a husband. How could you be my woman? That's impossible. But—"
"You can't be my woman, but you can be my servant. My toy. My sex slave. Isn't that acceptable?"
'This... this is possible too?!'
Shock.
Stupefaction.
Contemplation.
Suddenly...
It made sense! Mrs. Natsumi and Yui-senpai both showed signs of agreement.
But...
"Being a slave or something... isn't that still cheating?" Obata Yui tilted her head suspiciously.
Why did this senior sister always try to undermine him?
Mu Xiaoxiao's eyebrows twitched. He waved his hand and snorted. "No! Mrs. Natsumi isn't my woman. She doesn't love me. She's just my slave. How could that be cheating? We have a simple master-servant relationship!"
'Well... that seems... right.'
"Yes. Of course it's not cheating." The beautiful wife nodded without question. "Master and servant are different from husband and wife."
"Then." Mu Xiaoxiao withdrew his hand and stood before the wife—this Yamato Nadeshiko. He looked down at her, a hint of amusement beneath his calm expression. "Madam, are you willing to be my little sex slave?"
"I... I am willing." Obata Natsumi didn't refuse this time. She spoke shyly. "I am Mu-kun's maid. I am Mu-kun's slave. I am Mu-kun's possession. I belong to you... and your little sex slave."
"Mrs. Natsumi, what should you call me? Should you change how you address me?" Mu Xiaoxiao smiled.
"...Master."
Hearing the beautiful wife's obedient, docile address, Mu Xiaoxiao's smile widened. "Madam, you made the right choice. Since you're my little sex slave, of course I have to spoil you."
As he spoke, he activated his [Time] ability. From his accumulated decades, he granted Natsumi five years of life.
"Mom!"
Yui covered her mouth, watching her mother's transformation in surprise. After receiving five years, Mrs. Natsumi's body didn't change drastically. Even if he gave her more—decades, centuries—
She wouldn't become younger. She would simply maintain her most beautiful form, her lifespan extended.
Now... this was likely the peak of this married woman's beauty.
Though Mu Xiaoxiao noticed no change, women were always sensitive—especially about their own beauty. Mrs. Natsumi reached up and touched her flawless face. She felt the vanished wrinkles.
These subtle changes, this meticulous refinement, made her more perfect. Incomparably beautiful.
This was the youth bestowed by her master. This was the love her master gave her. The beautiful young woman was infatuated.
Intoxicated.
"Master..."
The wife's eyes blurred. Her breasts, kneaded by Mu Xiaoxiao, stood erect. She felt it coming. Thinking of his affection for her, she pressed her legs together. The heat grew more intense. The beautiful young woman—body and soul—was sinking.
Why was he so good to her?
"Didn't I tell you? You're my little sex slave. My little sex slave. Of course I have to spoil you. How is it? Do you like it?"
"I love it." Mrs. Natsumi lay obediently, docilely before the boy. Her eyes were pools of spring water. Love radiated from her. "I love my master's favor. And... I love my master~"
She was like a pampered poodle.
"Master, let me serve you now—"
"We'll do that tonight." Mu Xiaoxiao stopped her. "I'm a little hungry. Besides... Senior Yui seems to be looking forward to it too? Can't ignore her."
He turned to the senior girl, who'd been watching.
The red-haired senior sister suddenly blushed. "I—I'm not looking forward to it!"
She stood up in shame and indignation. "Being a sex slave or something... I'm going back to my room."
She was still young. Eternal youth was far from her concerns. But seeing her mother become Mu-kun's sex slave, Obata Yui felt a little complicated.
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After dinner, Mr. Obata came home from work. He immediately saw Mu Xiaoxiao at the house, hugging his wife, enjoying the sumptuous meal she'd cooked.
"Huh? Mu-kun came by today? Welcome—" The husband of his sex slave smiled. He glanced at his wife and suddenly swallowed. Why did Natsumi look so much more beautiful today?
Unfortunately, Obata Natsumi ignored her husband's gaze.
"Husband, I made all this for Mu-kun. If you're hungry, you can go back to your room and order something."
"Huh? This..."
Watching his wife snuggle in the boy's arms, feeding him intimately, playing, while Mu Xiaoxiao enjoyed his sex slave's feeding and stroked her tender body—
In the end, Mr. Obata said nothing. He returned to his guest room, disheartened.