"This is Mrs. Momoi. Her kid's in junior high, lives at 3-3 next door," Aunt Miyuki continued her introductions.
Momoi Hazue nodded, her curves swaying as she bent forward, her plunging neckline a mesmerizing abyss. "Hello, Su Ze-kun. I'm Momoi Hazue. First meeting—please take care of me!" she said, giving face with a flourish.
She rarely left home except for essentials, but a grocery trip led to a chat with Miyuki, who she clicked with unexpectedly.
Mothers always found common ground, and Miyuki's gentle warmth was magnetic to someone as lonely as Hazue.
Miyama Haruka was no different. Already friends with Miyuki, their grocery run turned into a chat that drew them to the neighborhood, where they bumped into Hazue.
Three women, ten mouths—over half an hour of banter flew by.
"Pleased to meet you," Su Ze said, extending his hand to clasp Hazue's.
Her body jolted, like a zombie touching a talisman, then she bowed deeply, her purple hair veiling her expression.
[Hazue's Desire: +100]
"You okay, Mrs. Momoi?" Miyuki blinked, noticing their frozen handshake.
Su Ze released her, smiling. "She reminds me of an old friend."
"Maybe we've met before, haha~" Hazue lifted her head, laughing loudly.
Her face was flushed, a sheen of sweat on her brow.
Sweating easily was one of her quirks.
But Haruka keenly noticed Hazue's fair legs trembling slightly.
"Does Su Ze's hand have some magic?" Haruka mused, chuckling inwardly.
Impossible. More likely they'd met, or Hazue had some condition.
She'd guessed right by chance!
Su Ze's hand did have "magic."
Their skin's contact unleashed his masculine aura, leaving Hazue drenched, nearly flooding.
No exaggeration.
Hazue had raised Yuri from childhood, as good as her own son.
Yet she harbored twisted love for him—not just a mental quirk, but a genetic flaw: her intense, lustful nature.
Paired with Su Ze, the "chosen of chaos and desire," a pinnacle of mortal masculinity, the outcome was predictable.
"I've got to go. Catch you later!" Hazue blurted, vanishing in a blink.
Su Ze instantly deployed an invisible dragonfly to tail her.
He wouldn't condone her preying on her junior high foster son.
Also, she had a certain scent…
A biological allure that stirred his War Demon blood instinctively.
Not some cheap street perfume.
Miyuki frowned, then relaxed, smiling. "Mrs. Momoi's so youthful."
"She forgot her groceries," Haruka noted lightly.
"Yabai!" Miyuki gasped, rushing to the street. Seeing no sign of Hazue, she darted back, grabbing a convenience store bag from the living room.
"I'll handle it, Aunt Miyuki," Su Ze intercepted, taking the bag. "You shouldn't run."
Miyuki paused, watching his retreating figure, puzzled. Her slightly chubby cheeks puffed out. "What's that supposed to mean…?"
Suddenly, a slender finger poked her chest, sinking deep.
Miyuki looked down, spotting two pronounced "grapes," and squealed, fleeing to the living room.
"Tch, Miyuki's got some assets," Haruka teased, touching her poked finger to her lips with a grin.
She sank into thought, picturing Su Ze.
Could he solve her dilemma?
Her foster son, a late friend's child, pursued her relentlessly, despite her married status. She'd avoid that outcome if possible.
Even if it meant seeking outside help.
Su Ze was a student—manageable.
Ding-dong~
At the Momoi doorstep, Su Ze rang the bell.
Hazue peeked through the peephole and opened the door.
"Su Ze…" Her gaze flickered, evasive.
"You forgot this, Mrs. Momoi," Su Ze said, lifting the bag.
"Thanks!" She reached out.
He grinned, grabbing her hand.
Hazue froze, pupils shrinking, trying to pull back, but his grip was firm.
"Look at me, Mrs. Momoi."
His magnetic voice hit her ears. She met his striking face, biting her lip hard.
"Mmph~ Let go!" Her lips quivered, thighs clenching.
Su Ze's eyes flashed with surprise.
His hypnosis failed!
It dissipated against her mental defenses.
Demon blood—terrifyingly potent!
Though his hypnosis was only level one, it had never failed before. Stunned, he grew more curious about her demon bloodline.
"Mom!" A shy-looking boy emerged, a black backpack slung over his shoulder.
Su Ze released her, steadying her instead. "Mrs. Momoi, you okay?"
The boy, Yuri, looked worried but stopped after two steps.
Backlit by sunlight, Su Ze loomed like a dark shadow, instilling instinctual fear.
"Mom, you alright?" Yuri asked hesitantly.
Supported by Su Ze, Hazue's tongue and mind went numb, as if electrified. Panicked, she shooed her son. "Go back! Grab an umbrella for Mom!"
Yuri paused, then nodded. "Okay…"
He turned back into the house without hesitation.
Males naturally fled Su Ze, like rabbits sensing a tiger.
Even without seeing him, Yuri felt the overwhelming biological pressure through cellular instinct and mental perception.
As Yuri retreated, Su Ze kissed Hazue's soft, lush lips, savoring the sweet, ripe fruit.
Yuri sensed something behind him but hesitated, too scared to look back, continuing inward.
Seeing her foster son's fading figure, Hazue felt a deep despair.
Like a fox caught by a tiger, she froze.
Su Ze's domineering aura overwhelmed her senses, her pores singing with delight.
Splash!
A gush erupted between her legs, streaming down her fair ankles.
"No… no… Yuri's still here," Hazue gasped, her scattered hair swaying across her alluring face, brows furrowed, hands clenched, her tongue instinctively responding to the invasion.
Her reason was crumbling, pleasure flooding like a tide, ready to drown her.
"Mom, I got the umbrella," Yuri returned, seeing his mother slumped against the wall, Su Ze standing nearby.
Yuri had more to say, but Hazue stumbled inside, slamming the door.
"It's sunny today—take the umbrella!" she called.
It was for him? Yuri stood, dazed.
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