Tsubakihara Mira stood inside her room with the curtains drawn and the lights on. The soft light couldn't calm her heart. Facing the playful eyes of the young man sitting on the bed, she knew what awaited her.
Tsubakihara Mira never placed hope in luck.
Because he was the "master," she couldn't resist...
The bedroom was quite large. Exquisite, gorgeous clothes filled the half-open wardrobe. The dressing table held luxurious cosmetics. Mu Xiaoxiao was used to it—for Japanese women, daily makeup was essential.
Mrs. Mira's scent lingered on the soft bed. The whole room smelled of her. With dim lights and an ambiguous atmosphere, the two felt almost dreamlike.
"Miss Mira, be grateful I didn't attack you in the living room. At least you keep some dignity. Your last shred of self-esteem won't be trampled in front of your daughters."
"I'm not a devil. I have bad taste, but not too much. At most, I'm playful."
'You're definitely a devil.'
But he had a point. Not making a scene in the living room saved face with her daughters. Small comfort. Mira sighed quietly and unbuttoned. Her skirt slipped off.
Her long, slender legs were exposed. Plump. Elastic. They'd feel amazing.
Mu Xiaoxiao tested. He pinched, released. Watched the soft flesh bounce back. Youthful skin.
"What's your goal? Making that deal... what do you want?" Mira asked, her eyes on the boy playing with her legs.
"You. Isn't it obvious?" He moved his fingers higher. Stroked gently. Mira shivered.
"...You don't lack women." She thought of the beautiful woman earlier. "With your power, you could have anyone. Why..."
"I don't lack women, true. But I don't have too many either. Especially top-tier women like you, Miss Mira." His fingers lingered near her most sensitive spot.
Mira's body trembled. Whether from the silver mark or a decade of neglect—the feeling grew. On her lace panties, a wet patch spread.
"Underestimating your own charm?" He stood. Palms caressed her belly. Leaned close. Breathed in her ear. "Miss Mira, you're beautiful~"
Snap—
Her last clothing fell. Neck, collarbone, arms, fingers. Breasts, waist, legs, feet. And that delicate, beautiful place.
Flawless. Perfect as any creation.
Naked before him.
The pink heart-shaped Incubus Pattern added enchantment. More alluring than a succubus.
"Very tempting~"
His hand moved upward. Cupped her plump breasts. Kneaded. Pulled. Fingers sinking into soft flesh. Her scent filled his nostrils.
"Sigh..."
Mira grew weak. His youthful breath made it hard to maintain her elegant facade.
Cheeks flushed. Eyes misted. Red lips parted, exhaling hot breath. Dazed, her lips were taken.
His tongue invaded. Her pupils shrank. Eyes widened.
"Woo—"
"Mm... slurp... slurp... zizi... ha, you—wu~ slurp..."
She tried to speak. His hand tangled in her hair, pressed her close. Words died. Resistance faded.
His tongue ravaged her mouth. Captured hers. Dominated. Claimed. Lips sealed tight.
Only ambiguous moans escaped. Mixed with sobs.
'His tongue... so domineering. Sucking so hard...'
Thump—
Thump—
Nervous. Heart racing. But she collapsed under his assault. Unwilling, but pleasure was undeniable.
She was moved.
Unwilling to admit it, but wave after wave of bliss crashed through her.
'Forget it. This was the deal. No escape.' Mira closed her eyes. Weak from the kiss, she leaned into him. Resistance faded. In her daze, she even responded.
If she couldn't escape, she might as well enjoy. No turning back.
"Wu—ha~"
Lips parted. Tongue out, panting. Lost until a pinch at her breast woke her. He'd buried his face in her softness.
"You..."
Biting? Besides nursing the twins, no man had ever done this. And it hurt.
"Can't you be gentler? It hurts..."
"Hurts?" He released her nipple. "Fine. I'll go easy."
"..."
Pressed beneath him, naked against naked, she looked away. Neck exposed. Kiss marks on her collarbone and breasts.
Bright strawberries adorned her.
He squeezed her breasts together. Tongue teased. Mira bit her lip, muffling moans.
Legs tangled.
She could barely control herself...
Sensitive spots licked, her long apathy shattered. At her age, desires ignited.
"Hmm!! Huh... huh..."
He stopped. Arms moved. She met his dark eyes. He'd undressed. The terrifying monster that would claim her stood ready.
Silence.
Finally, Mira glared. "You want me to take the lead?!"
"Yes. I like watching you take control." He smiled, touching her face.
Biting her lip, she slowly parted her legs. Hooked his waist. Took him in, bit by bit.
"Hiss—"
'Pain...'
He was so big. Hard to adjust.
But soon, pleasure drowned the pain. Comfort flooded her mind.
Legs tightened around him.
Bodies... merged completely.
Arms around his neck, bearing his rhythm, Mira thought dizzily.
'No... turning back.'