Another poor soul had fallen into Alex's hands. Or two, to be precise.
Alex didn't have much against the cuckolded husband himself, but alas, he let Kamezō Sanzō lead him astray. Anyone who dared to set their sights on his women was automatically blacklisted.
"Phew, that disgusting guy is finally dealt with," Auntie Natsumi sighed in relief, patting her surging chest. She felt both relaxed and happy. "Although he was stopped a few times by Ai, and with Alex's special mark, we wouldn't encounter danger, his eyes were just repulsive. Every time he came over, I felt him ogling us with that perverted look..."
"Yes, truly," Mrs. Yōri agreed wholeheartedly, finding common ground with Auntie Natsumi. "That look was unbearable. Towards the end, he didn't even try to hide it, just shamelessly staring... Thank goodness Alex was here."
Yōri couldn't help but lean against the boy's shoulder. Witnessing Kamezō Sanzō half-dead made the burden in her heart finally lift, and her eyes were filled with tenderness. "If it hadn't been for Alex... it's wonderful that I met you."
She dared not imagine what would have happened to her without Alex. As for Higashi Kinohito? She didn't care about him anymore.
"That guy who kept flipping sides won't live much longer, so you don't have to worry," Alex noticed the flirtatious wife was intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her proudly erect fullness against him, squeezing and wiggling... She's not even pretending in front of Tsubaki and Auntie Natsumi, is she?
Alex started to worry she might pounce on him immediately... Mrs. Yōri's gaze felt quite dangerous.
In any case, this incident had concluded. Kamezō Sanzō and Higashi Kinohito were facing their ruin, while Mrs. Yōri had become his conquest. Perhaps this outcome was destined the moment they moved next to Alex.
"Although I suspected this outcome from the beginning, I didn't think it would be so fast," Auntie Natsumi stared pointedly at the area where Alex and Mrs. Yōri were touching. "The first time I saw Mrs. Yōri, I knew you would end up just like me—becoming Alex's woman."
"..." Yōri blushed. Was that too explicit?
"Mrs. Yōri was someone else's wife at that time, and yet she fell so quickly..." Auntie Natsumi was probably thinking back to her own family. Who would have thought that she and her daughter, Yui, would both fall for the same person... it was practically an incestuous affair.
Seeing Mrs. Yōri was like looking in a mirror.
"Let's not dwell on the past," Mrs. Yōri was thoroughly embarrassed by the talk. She let go of him, and her soft breasts gently swayed beneath her clothes. "Anyway... I can't leave Alex now."
Auntie Natsumi gave Mrs. Yōri a meaningful look and chuckled behind her hand. "Mrs. Yōri is still so young... To make such a decisive choice, you must be completely gone, just like the rest of us..."
The two wives seemed to get along well. Auntie Natsumi bit her lower lip, using the excuse of getting tea to sneak into the kitchen, where she found the boy looking for a cold drink in the refrigerator. She walked up and hugged him tightly from behind.
"Mrs. Natsumi?"
"Mrs. Yōri is very lovely, isn't she?" Auntie Natsumi's tone was off. "Even though she's a wife, she's much younger than I am..."
Something was wrong. Alex turned his head. "Natsumi, are you jealous?"
Natsumi: "..."
She really was jealous. She hadn't been particularly jealous of Chisato, Ai, or even her daughter, Yui. But seeing the intimate, flirtatious way Mrs. Yōri acted with him, especially since they'd just had sex in the entrance hall... it made Auntie Natsumi's heart ache with envy.
Auntie Natsumi realized that compared to herself, an obasan (old lady), Mrs. Yōri was still young—just under thirty, the peak age of a woman's beauty. Though she knew Alex treated everyone equally, she couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Mrs. Yōri is younger, but Auntie Natsumi, have you forgotten my ability?" Alex savored the sensual feeling of the mature wife behind him and the fullness of her breasts pressing against his back. "The time I gave you made you younger, didn't it? There's no need to be jealous of anyone else."
"I know, but I just can't help it... Next to Mrs. Yōri, I feel like an obasan..." Auntie Natsumi wiggled her body.
Alex chuckled. "The way you're pouting now doesn't look like an obasan at all." Alex turned around and grabbed her undulating buttocks without ceremony, kneading the flesh with his fingers. "More importantly..."
He bit her earlobe, lowering his voice to speak seductively. "Auntie Natsumi, you seriously don't know how powerfully attractive the mother-daughter dynamic is to me. Mrs. Yōri can't compare to that~"
Thump-thump-thump— Her heart suddenly sped up.
"Then, tonight Yui and I will... keep you company together," Auntie Natsumi was aroused. The garden beneath her lace thong was slowly leaking wanton fluid. She made a lewd proposal, speaking shamelessly. "How does that sound?"
It had been many days since they last did it.
"That sounds great, but first, let me have an appetizer," Alex readily agreed. The subtle floral scent on Auntie Natsumi was refreshing...
Hiss, he couldn't take it... Although he had just had sex with Mrs. Yōri, he still couldn't resist. The charming Auntie Natsumi was a truly captivating enchantress.
"Auntie, hike that butt up—" Smack! He gave her shapely rear a heavy slap. The crisp sound was accompanied by the jiggle of her large, fleshy hips, causing a surging wave of pleasure. Auntie Natsumi leaked even more fluid, giving him a seductive, amorous glare.
The mature wife took off her clothes. Her soaked panties slid to the ground. She spread her legs wide, presenting her secret garden to him, its gates open and aching for him to enter.
"Alex, come in, plunge inside~~"
Squelch— The moment his hot, hard member was buried inside Auntie Natsumi's body, she arched her head back, her satisfied moan echoing long in the kitchen.
"Ohh—" In the living room, Mrs. Yōri, who was examining the room's decor, suddenly lowered her head, blushing. She sat rigidly, completely still, as if a stasis spell had been cast on her.
Tsubaki Rurikawa glanced helplessly toward the kitchen, then looked down at her Master's phone and answered it.
"Alex! Why are you taking time off again? Do you realize your attendance this semester is insufficient? Are you trying to repeat the year?!"
The homeroom teacher, Miyu Takamine's, "dragon roar" on the phone was so loud it made the maid's hair flutter.