The incubus pattern on her chest shone with an imperceptible shimmer. Mrs. Natsumi was wearing bright red strapless lingerie that fully highlighted her hot figure. Her round shoulders and delicate collarbones were exposed, and one could even vaguely see inside her bra.
Boundless charm, captivating and alluring.
Mrs. Natsumi realized her clothing was full of temptation, but who would have thought Mu Xiaoxiao would come looking for her early in the morning? She'd had no chance to change at all.
In fact... it wouldn't matter even if she changed. She'd still have to be...
Thinking of this, the shame in her heart dissipated slightly, but the tangled emotions of nervousness and fear still surfaced. She didn't know that these feelings were transmitted to Mu Xiaoxiao through the shining incubus pattern.
While maintaining an unchanged expression, he watched the beautiful young woman snuggle against him, feeling the complex emotions radiating from her body through the silver mark.
'This... is really a novel experience.'
'Ma'am, are you going to keep pretending?'
'Interesting.'
"I came here specifically to see Senior Yui. She must be at home." Noticing Mrs. Natsumi's body stiffen for a moment, Mu Xiaoxiao laughed inwardly and deliberately blinked. "What's wrong with you?"
"No, I..."
Before she could finish, he cupped her fair, delicate face, pinched her elastic, moist skin, and leaned forward ambiguously. "Are you jealous? Kidding. I'm not only here to see Yui, but also to see my wife~"
"Although Yui-senpai is wonderful, in my heart, Mrs. Natsumi is more attractive."
His fingers caressed her smooth cheeks, and coupled with his ambiguous words, Obata Natsumi's body grew more enchanted and soft. She'd clearly returned to normal, but her body — her body was reacting uncontrollably.
The married wife pursed her lips, feeling conflicted.
The familiar young man's breath confused her. Her body was used to his pampering and caresses. The tamed feeling radiating from her core frightened her.
'How could this be? I should resist him. Why...'
'The terrible things Mu-kun did to me before — showing my breasts when thanking him, expressing my gratitude... it was too much! But... have I been completely tamed by him?'
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing her dazed, Mu Xiaoxiao leaned closer until their cheeks almost touched. "Your face is a bit pale. You don't look well. Did you not sleep last night?"
'Did he notice I've recovered? If I react like this, he must not find out. If he discovers it... he'll definitely hypnotize me again. Absolutely, absolutely cannot let him discover it, otherwise I'll definitely be controlled.'
'But why is he treating me like this...'
"Are you concerned about me?" Mrs. Natsumi lowered her head slightly, avoiding the boy's eyes. Despite this, Mu Xiaoxiao's breath kept seeping into her nostrils, the familiar scent enveloping her, making the young woman with complicated emotions continue to sink back into the awakening lustful body.
"Of course, wife. You're my woman. Of course I care about you." Mu Xiaoxiao's hand still caressed her cheek, teasing the beautiful woman's heart. "Have you forgotten what you said before? You're my little sex slave."
'That's because I was controlled by you.'
Obata Natsumi stubbornly endured the throbbing in her heart.
"Besides, if anything happened to you, I'd feel terrible~"
The sultry words echoed in her ears. Obata Natsumi's pupils contracted. She pushed Mu Xiaoxiao away and stood up. Her waist-length bright red hair swayed behind her. It seemed she was about to reveal her secret under his teasing, so she quickly changed the subject. "Mu-kun, let me get you a glass of water. You must be thirsty."
With that, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.
The wife walked quickly, her steps rapid and messy. She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the kitchen. She held onto the wall to keep from collapsing, clutching the clothes on her chest to cover her increasingly racing heartbeat.
Her body grew hotter and hotter.
It wasn't that she hated Mu Xiaoxiao or rejected him — that's why she chose to run away. On the contrary, it was because she was afraid of falling into his tenderness and care, afraid of being intoxicated by his sweet words, that she wanted to leave!
Otherwise, not just her body, but her mind would be tamed by him too...
'It's fake. It must be fake! He doesn't feel sorry for me or anything... He's just playing with me, just teasing me.'
Obata Natsumi closed her eyes, muttering to herself, trying to hypnotize herself. After a long moment, she opened her eyes and poured a cup of tea with trembling hands. Her expression was tangled. 'Why?'
'Why am I still moved when I know he's definitely playing with me, even though I've returned to normal? Natsumi, Natsumi, how could you be so shameless? How could you treat him...'
'No, I'm not tempted or intoxicated. I'm just — just doing this for Yui. To prevent Yui from being deceived and bullied. Yes, that's it.'
As if she'd found a reason to convince herself, Obata Natsumi's face gradually returned to calm. She picked up the water glass and returned to the living room.
"Mu-kun, have some water."
Resuming her usual smile, Mu Xiaoxiao leaned back on the sofa and stretched. He was very curious — what happened to Mrs. Natsumi? Why did she suddenly calm down so much after her emotional ups and downs just now?
'Ma'am, what's wrong with you?'
"Hey, I don't want to drink. I have no appetite." Mu Xiaoxiao slumped his shoulders dejectedly and spoke discouragingly. "I feel like my wife is acting a bit distant toward me. Like she's rejecting me?"
"...It's nothing like that. I like Mu-kun very much." Obata Natsumi quickly explained, sitting beside the young man and taking his hand. "Mu-kun is very important to me. How could you think I'm rejecting you?"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Aunt Natsumi, do you really like me?"
"What are you saying? Haven't we... done everything already? Of course I like you." Obata Natsumi spoke with a blush, placing her hand on her chest.
"I like you too." Mu Xiaoxiao smiled meaningfully, watching the young woman's shy expression. "But I don't want to drink water. I want milk."
'Why does Mu-kun suddenly seem like a child? Well, whatever — as long as he doesn't find out I'm back to normal.' Mrs. Natsumi's eyes were complicated. "I'll go get the milk."
"Hey, I'm not talking about that kind of milk, but —"
"..."
Right. Only then did she remember Mu-kun's ability — the ability to suck breast milk. Or "holy milk," as he called it? Ugh, so nasty.
How could there be such a strange ability?
"I understand. If you want to drink... go ahead."
After she opened her clothes, Mu-kun buried his head in the delicate breasts on her chest. His breath hit her skin, ticklish and hot. She shivered several times from sensitivity as he licked and nibbled with his lips and tongue.
Leaving clear, obvious traces.
She'd experienced this sucking sensation many times, and this time was no exception. Her skin turned pink, full of allure.
The bursts of pleasure blurred her vision. Even though the hypnotic effect had disappeared, the feeling remained the same.
'This is for Yui. For Yui...'
Tsk, tsk. She really wasn't revealing anything.
"Mother?"
The girl who'd just woken up in her pajamas stood on the stairs, staring at them in surprise.