"Creeeak—"
"Thud!"
The two figures tangled on the bed heard the door swing open and something heavy hit the floor.
Sayuri immediately lifted her head.
"E-Eri...?"
To her horror, it was her daughter—who should've been at school—now collapsed on the floor.
Sayuri's face went deathly pale.
"Eri, n-no, this isn't what it looks like! I—ahhn!"
"We weren't—ngh!"
"J-just a massage! Don't misunderstand!"
But her words held no weight—not when she was on all fours, ass high in the air, twin ponytails gripped tightly in Nanaya's fists as he pistoned into her without mercy. Each thrust forced another broken moan from her lips, ruining any attempt at excuses.
"Eri, don't look—! Nanaya, s-stop! Haaah~!"
Gone was Sayuri's usual elegant demeanor. Now she writhed like one of her own erotic illustrations—lewd, shameless, and dripping with need.
"Oooohhh~!"
Her struggles only made her hips grind back harder against Nanaya, as if her body was begging for more. The sight of Eriri watching sent an electric thrill through them both—Nanaya's control snapped.
With a guttural growl and Sayuri's sharp cry, the room filled with the obscene squelch of his cum flooding her depths.
Sayuri's eyes rolled back as she collapsed, overwhelmed by pleasure and shame. Fainting was easier than facing her daughter.
"Pop."
A bottle cap clattered to the floor.
Eriri's vision swam as she stared at Nanaya's still-hard cock—glistening with thick white cream and streaks of red.
Blood?! How rough was he—?!
Rage burned away her shock.
"You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!!"
She launched herself at Nanaya, fists flying.
Nanaya didn't even flinch. He caught her effortlessly, flipping her onto the bed. Before she could scream, his hands tore through her clothes like paper.
"E-eh?! L-let go—!"
In seconds, Eriri lay bare beneath him, his weight pinning her down as his cock slapped against her trembling stomach.
"P-please don't...!" Her voice wavered.
Nanaya grinned. Then shook his head.
"At least... not here!" Eriri begged. She didn't want her first time to be next to her unconscious mother!
"Too late." Nanaya gripped her thighs. "You interrupted me. Now you pay the price."
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His fingers plunged into her dripping pussy without warning, scissoring her tight walls open. Eriri arched off the bed, a scream caught in her throat as he added a third finger, stretching her beyond anything she'd imagined.
"N-no—! It's too much—!"
Nanaya ignored her, replacing his fingers with his tongue, lapping at her clit until her thighs clamped around his head. She came with a broken sob, but he didn't stop—sucking her swollen folds until she thrashed, overstimulated.
Only then did he line up his cock, pressing the thick head against her virgin entrance.
"Wait—!"
He sheathed himself in one brutal thrust.
Eriri's scream echoed off the walls as he split her open, her nails raking down his back. Blood and slick eased his way as he fucked into her with no mercy, her tiny body jolting with each snap of his hips.
"Y-you're tearing me—!"
"Take it," he growled, biting her neck. "This is your punishment."
Her protests dissolved into mindless moans as he hit her cervix, her pain melting into twisted pleasure. When his cum flooded her womb, she came again, tears streaming down her face.
Eriri gagged as she swallowed the bitter, familiar taste leaking from her lips. She glared weakly at her mother—now awake and joining in, her earlier shame forgotten as she rode Nanaya's face with abandon.
Thanks to "Sayuri the Energizer Bunny," Nanaya showed no signs of stopping. Eriri's stomach bulged obscenely, his cum leaking from her stretched hole with every movement. Yet she still had to service him, her throat raw from choking on his length.
No one's suffered like this! she thought miserably.
The Kato sisters had it easy compared to this.
When Sayuri passed out mid-ride (again), Nanaya's gaze landed on Eriri. She scrambled backward, ass dragging through the mess on the sheets.
"Stay away! M-mom can still take more—don't touch me!"
Luckily, he only teased her—pinning Sayuri down for another round while Eriri watched, torn between horror and a twisted urge to push her mother onto his cock.
Serves her right for raising me on doujinshi!
Days passed in a haze of sweat and sticky sheets. Neither woman could walk without wincing, relying on Nanaya to feed them—which oddly warmed their fractured relationship.
When Nanaya finally left (after literally fucking them senseless), both mother and daughter lay in a dazed, cum-stained heap.
Sayuri sighed dreamily. Eriri groaned.
Nanaya checked his phone—a message from editor Machida Enko:
She missed him.
And more importantly, Utaha Kasumigaoka's Love Metronome was declining again.
While Tomoya Aki's promotion had temporarily saved it, the root issue lay with Utaha herself.
Ever since the nurse's office incident—where Nanaya forced her to service him—Utaha had returned home with her shoes filled with cum.
Between fear of leaked footage, guilt over "betraying" Aki, and confusion over Nanaya's harassment, how could she focus on writing?
Her drafts overflowed with typos.
Worse, she'd suddenly introduced a rival male character—shifting the story from melodrama to full-blown NTR territory.
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