"Surprisingly, I can wear this. I borrowed it from Rias—how do I look?" Venelana pinched the hem of her skirt between her fingers, playfully
"Surprisingly, I can wear this. I borrowed it from Rias—how do I look?"
Venelana pinched the hem of her skirt between her fingers, playfully swaying it back and forth.
Considering her age, cosplaying should have been awkward, but her youthful appearance made Rias' school uniform fit her with little discomfort.
The only oddity, if any, was that few students at Kuoh Academy could match Venelana's beauty, though, of course, her own daughter Rias was at the top of that list.
She had dressed in the Kuoh Academy uniform solely to please Mitarai, and with the skirt so short that it barely followed school regulations, even the slightest lift of the hem exposed the sacred fabric concealing her most intimate place.
"It's hard to believe this is the body of someone who just gave birth."
"Fufu~ All devils are like this. Our bodies are made to bear more children, to replenish our numbers."
"Huh… So I can knock you up again?"
"Yes, of course. Everything about me belongs to you, my dear husband, Takashi. So you may fill this empty womb with your seed once more."
Her words dripped with honeyed temptation.
The fingers that had been toying with her skirt now tugged at the blazer, revealing smooth, milky skin—unbelievable for a woman who had just given birth.
Only days ago, she and Grayfia had both safely delivered baby girls. Both children took strongly after their mothers, already bearing traces of their beauty despite being newborns.
Though they were Mitarai's offspring, their features were dominated by their mothers' bloodlines.
"Then… I think I'll enjoy Venelana's body again today."
Pulling her close, Takashi captured her lips—soft, plush lips that seemed too youthful for a MILF.
His tongue pushed in without hesitation, swirling and tangling with hers in a wet, lewd dance.
"Mmm~ Nnchuu~ Ahhn~ Shlurp~ Lick~ Sllurrp~!!"
He sucked on her thick tongue, stealing her saliva with each greedy pull.
Even as their kiss deepened, his hands groped the plump flesh of her ass, the skirt pushed up to expose the barely-there lace panties clinging to her curves.
The supple, jiggling cheeks were impossible to resist, and he kneaded them shamelessly, never breaking the kiss as their tongues continued to wrestle wetly.
With every swallow of her sweet saliva, heat pooled in his core. Venelana, too, seemed affected—her skin flushed, a thin sheen of sweat forming.
The air grew thick with her pheromones, an intoxicating scent that made Mitarai's head spin. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her essence.
"Nngh~ Mmmphh~ Chuuu~ Lick, lick~ Ahhn~ Chu~ Slurp~!!"
She sucked on his lips hard enough to leave marks, then deliberately smacked her lips around his tongue, the lewd sounds only fueling his arousal.
Just as Mitarai played with her ass, Venelana's wandering fingers slipped down to his crotch, stroking the hardening bulge through his pants.
With each rub, his cock swelled further, and a pleased glint flashed in her eyes as she watched his reaction.
Locked in each other's gaze like lovers, their hands explored with mounting urgency. But their restraint didn't last—unspoken need drove them onto the bed in near unison.
The sheets, though freshly washed, carried the faint, sweet musk of all the women who had been taken there before.
"My breasts…? Yes, please. Touch them as much as you like. My body belongs to you, my husband."
Even more eye-catching than her voluptuous butt were the heavy, milk-laden breasts straining against her blazer.
The scent of mother's milk—thick, sweet, and utterly alluring—permeated the air despite the fabric barrier.
Without hesitation, Mitarai grabbed them fully, squeezing hard enough to make milk seep through the uniform with a ~squish, splashh~.
The more he kneaded her tits, the more it overflowed, coating his palms as he molded her soft flesh with rough desire. It should have been painful, yet Venelana only moaned, her voice dripping with sinful delight.
"Ahhn~ Nngh~ Fuaah~ Squissh~ Playing with my nipples makes me wanna cum so fast~!!"
When his palm ground against her stiffened peaks, her body shuddered violently. Once she reached this state, it was only a matter of time.
All of Mitarai's harem had been trained to orgasm from his touch alone. The MILF's soaked panties, already displaced, did nothing to hide her glistening folds—not that he cared, too fixated on her breasts to notice.
Tired of the fabric barrier, he yanked her blazer open and tore the bra away, releasing her heavy tits with a lewd bounce.
Though not as large as Grayfia's, her darkened nipples—now a deep, matured shade—betrayed Venelana's experience as a mother despite her youthful, almost sisterly resemblance to Rias.
The sight of white milk beading from those darkened peaks was nothing short of obscene.
Squeezing from the base, Mitarai coaxed out thicker streams of milk, the liquid dripping onto the sheets below.
"So fucking lewd… and you call yourself a mother…?"
"Mou~ Don't be so cruel, darling~ I am Rias's mother, you know? But more than that… I'm your woman now. Of course I'd be lewd~"
Her face flushed with arousal, Mitarai smiled lewdly before parting his lips from hers and sealing them around her nipple. With hollowed cheeks, he sucked hard, drawing out thick streams of milk—each sip infused with her devilish energy, stoking Mitarai's arousal until his cock strained painfully against his pants.
Noticing his discomfort, she deftly unzipped him, freeing his throbbing length. The musky scent of his pre-cum cut through the sweet, milky air of the room, mingling with the faint tang of sweat.
Her delicate nostrils flared as she took in his scent, her fingers forming a tight ring around his shaft, stroking him with practiced rhythm.
"Is this pressure good? A little rough, perhaps~?"
"Yeah… It's fine. I'm close already—this is perfect."
"Fufu~ Then just keep suckling while I take care of this, okay?"
Pressing Mitarai's face into her voluptuous tits with one hand, she worked his cock faster with the other, her wrist twisting in time with his ragged breaths. Thick strands of pre-cum oozed from his tip, glistening obscenely.
To an outsider, Mitarai's pleasure-twisted expression might have looked grotesque, but to Venelana, it was unbearably endearing. More precious than her former husband, Lord Zeoticus, more beloved than even her own daughter, Rias.
In that moment, she was certain—she could live for him alone.
"Venelana… I'm—!"
"Yes~ Cum whenever you want, darling~ Just let it all out—pichu~ pichu~"
Her fingers tightened at the base, rolling his balls just as her thumb swirled over his swollen crown—
—Splurttt~! Splurrrtttttt!!!
Thick, white ropes erupted from his dick, splattering across her fingers and stomach in pulsing waves, each spurt accompanied by lewd, wet sounds as he emptied himself completely.
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