Nanaya had initially spared a thought for Eriri, waiting outside the door.
But that concern didn't last long.
After all, Sayuri was just too good at this.
Every movement, every word, every unrestrained reaction—the way she gave herself over to him completely—made Nanaya want to dominate every inch of her.
And right now, what he wanted to dominate most were the two plump, jiggling orbs bouncing right in front of him.
The way those soft, milky-white breasts swayed with each motion was hypnotizing.
The rosy peaks at their centers seemed to beckon him, rising and falling as if asking—
Why aren't you touching me yet?
And Nanaya loved playing with cute little animals.
So he reached out, fingers sinking into the supple flesh, kneading gently at first—
But the sensation was too much. Too soft, too warm, too perfect.
His grip tightened, fingers digging in, squeezing hard enough to make Sayuri gasp.
The plush weight filled his palms, firm yet yielding, the kind of softness that made a man lose his mind.
And those pink little nipples, stiff and begging for attention—
Nanaya pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly before twisting, just to hear the way Sayuri's breath hitched.
She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he groped and toyed with her, her body arching into his touch.
The age gap between them only made it hotter.
Pretending to be her daughter's age had been Sayuri's idea—but not just for the sake of the act.
Deep down, she wanted to feel young again.
Wanted to feel desired, needed, like she wasn't just some middle-aged woman past her prime.
So she pressed herself deeper into his hands, whimpering as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
The sound was obscene.
And it definitely reached Eriri's ears outside the door.
The girl should have been furious.
This was her mother, after all, fucking the guy she was starting to like.
Shouldn't she be storming in right now? Screaming? Crying? Calling it betrayal?
But instead, all Eriri felt was—
A strange, restless heat between her thighs.
Her fingers twitched.
Then, before she could stop herself, they were slipping beneath her skirt.
"Ah… N-Nanaya, not so fast…"
"Squelch… squelch… squelch…"
The wet, rhythmic sounds from inside the room only grew louder, faster.
Sayuri should have been worried.
But Nanaya's hands were too skilled, her own need too overwhelming.
He couldn't enter her—not yet—so instead, he made sure every stroke counted.
His fingers glided from top to bottom, spreading her slickness, teasing every sensitive inch.
And with each pass, the emptiness inside her grew more unbearable.
She wanted him to fill her.
Needed it.
But she couldn't.
Not because she didn't want him—
But because Nanaya should be with Eriri.
Her daughter.
Not some washed-up old woman like her.
Calling herself his "big sister" was just a fantasy.
The age gap wasn't something she could ignore.
So she'd let him have this, at least.
She wasn't stupid.
Doing this once or twice could be written off as indulgence.
But three times? Four?
That was just delusional.
Yet here she was, grinding against him shamelessly, the friction building to an unbearable peak—
Meanwhile, outside, Eriri's fingers moved frantically between her legs, trying—and failing—to replicate the pleasure Nanaya had given her before.
No matter how she rubbed, it wasn't enough.
Then—
A sharp cry from inside the room.
Not pleasure.
Pain.
Mixed with something else—something raw and hungry.
Eriri froze.
What the hell was that sound?!
Concern and curiosity warred inside her—
Before she finally gave in, turning the doorknob slowly.
To her shock, it opened.
And what she saw through the crack made her blood run hot.
Her mother's bare back.
Her slender waist.
Her twin tails swaying with each movement.
And below—
Where they were connected.
No barriers. No gaps.
Just Nanaya, buried to the hilt inside her.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Sayuri's head was thrown back, veins standing out along her throat as she trembled—
Not just in pleasure.
In pain.
Nanaya looked just as overwhelmed, but his expression was pure triumph.
Like he'd just conquered something precious.
"N-No… We can't…!"
Sayuri finally snapped out of her daze, trying to pull away—
But the moment she moved, a sharp gasp tore from her lips.
It hurt.
"Wait, Sayuri," Nanaya murmured, hands gripping her hips to keep her still. "If you move too fast, you'll hurt yourself."
His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into her skin.
"Let's wait until it doesn't hurt anymore, okay? Then I'll pull out."
"…Fine," Sayuri breathed, forcing herself to relax.
Trying to force it now would only make things worse.
But as the minutes passed and the pain faded—
A new problem arose.
Because the moment she tried to lift herself again, her legs shook.
Her body betrayed her.
Nanaya was just too much.
Too thick.
Too deep.
And when she collapsed back onto him with a broken cry—
Eriri saw it all.
Saw the way her mother failed, over and over, to pull away.
Saw the way she shook, thighs quivering as she lost the strength to move.
And when Sayuri finally begged Nanaya to help her—
He flipped her onto her back instead.
Hands gripping her thighs, he pounded into her like a man possessed.
And Eriri—
Eriri couldn't look away.
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