Kurashiki Residence, Living Room.
Craving katsu-don, Su Ze had messaged Kurashiki Reika on his way back.
But Reika returned to find no Su Ze, her expression dark as thunder.
She wore a white dress shirt under a red business skirt, her thick black stockings stretched by voluptuous thighs, revealing hints of flesh. Standing there, she was a vision straight from a risqué manga.
"Where's Su Ze?" Reika demanded, arms crossed, glaring at the two girls before her.
Her tone was sharp, chin tilted, her eyes radiating haughty authority, exuding queenly dominance.
At 173 cm barefoot, with meticulous office makeup and heavy curves pressed against her arms, she didn't look like an approachable adult.
Miyajima Sakura, yet to face the ways of the world, shrank back in fear.
Reina trembled too.
Without Su Ze's backing, she dared not clash with Reika.
Once, she'd had her moment, manipulating Reika with recordings, but Reika's growing suspicions forced Reina to retire her "X-netizen" persona.
The videos on her phone were mostly deleted.
If they leaked, it'd be no joke.
"He's at the Yamashita house next door. Told us to wait," Reina answered cautiously.
"Jerk!" Reika snapped, furious. "Is he toying with us? What are you two doing, letting him wander off?"
With her "businesswoman" and "queen" traits, interruptions during work hours were unbearable.
Under her oppressive aura, the girls quaked.
"Mom's so fierce today. Pent-up desires, huh? Total nympho!" Reina thought, nervous but snarky.
She wasn't wrong, though she missed a detail.
Reika had rushed back expecting an intense session, only to be stood up—naturally, she was livid.
Plus, she was deliberately intimidating Sakura.
As a corporate elite, she knew Su Ze's nature. Sakura was destined for his harem.
A power move was only logical.
Still, Reika felt resentful. Why bring girls home? Weren't she and Reina enough?
Reina caught the fallout from Sakura's presence.
Sakura herself was clueless, too young to navigate this. If her mother, Tsubaki, were here, she'd hold her own.
"Damn greedy brat!" Reika muttered, plopping onto the sofa, her plush, stockinged legs crossed tightly, trembling with each tap of her foot.
As time ticked by, her impatience grew. Just as she reached for her phone to call Su Ze, the front door stirred.
Su Ze stepped into the living room.
Three pairs of eyes locked onto him.
His gaze fixed on Reika—her classic red-and-black "attack speed" outfit was alluring.
"Ze-kun!" Sakura beamed, relieved.
"Wah~ Ze-kun, you're back! Mom bullied me!" Reina wailed, throwing herself at him, eyes teary. "You've gotta stand up for me!"
Su Ze glanced around, grasping the situation, and smiled. "Sorry for the wait."
After leaving Momoi Hazue, he'd visited Aunt Miyuki, hence the delay.
"What were you doing?" Reika asked icily, arms still crossed. "Why call me back?"
She was used to Reina's betrayal.
During those seven days, Reina had "tormented" her plenty.
Her daughter's morals were deplorable.
Su Ze pried Reina's hands off, stepping toward Reika. With a light chuckle, he slipped his fingers into her glossy red lips. "Curious, Reika?"
"Jerk, what are you doing?!" Reika's anger flared, itching to swat his hand away.
But his technique was masterful—rubbing, pinching, pressing—her tongue tamed effortlessly.
A trickle of drool escaped her lips.
Su Ze smirked at her flushed face. If you're so tough, stop sucking!
"Answer me," he said, brow furrowing.
One day, and Reika was back to her old, arrogant self.
The girls sensed the tension, staying silent.
Reika, face flushed, held her ground. "Why should I answer you? You're just—"
Slap!
A crisp smack rang out. Reika's glasses flew off, lost somewhere.
Su Ze withdrew his hand, still slick with her saliva.
That hand could caress her mouth—or strike her face.
The sudden slap stunned all three women.
The girls froze like quails, sweating.
Mom and Auntie were fierce, but Ze-kun was fiercer!
Tears welled in Reika's eyes. She didn't know why her first instinct wasn't to fight back but to feel wronged and want to cry.
"Remember what you called me that day?" Su Ze lifted her chin, his face cold, like a merciless demon king.
Reika's eyes met his, tears retreating, though her left cheek burned. Defiant, she turned away. "Don't you—"
Slap!
The second slap sent her sprawling across the sofa, hair disheveled, her jade-like cheek swelling, red marks spreading.
The girls, seeing Su Ze's brutal side for the first time, were too scared to intervene.
"Come here," Su Ze said, extending his unblemished hand.
Reika, conditioned, placed her chin in his palm, her teal eyes brimming with tears.
"Hold them back," he commanded coldly.
Reika sniffled, blinking. The tears clung to her long lashes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her magnetic voice soft and sweet, utterly enchanting.
Su Ze nodded, satisfied, his thumb grazing her lower lip. His tone softened. "Those two slaps were deserved. One more for punishment. Bear it… Doesn't hurt, does it?"
"It's Master's mark of love—it doesn't hurt!" Reika said, sucking his thumb, her tongue swirling.
Her gaze, once angry, now shone with adoration and submission, like a sub blessed by her Dom.
Her masochistic trait was innate.
Seven days of relentless "sessions" hadn't unlocked her exclusive trait, surprising Su Ze. Reflecting, he realized her M-nature favored sexual submission over romantic obedience.
She wasn't fully "ripened."
This time, he'd tame her completely.
Slap!
His hand blurred, landing solidly on her untouched right cheek.
A clear palm print bloomed, five fingers distinct.
Reika convulsed on the sofa, letting out a delicate cry. Like a yandere, she seized his hand, pressing it to her cheek, her tongue lapping frantically, drool spilling, her frenzied state fully exposed.
Her eyes glistened, body feverish. Oblivious to the others, she moaned, "Master! Master! Master! Punish me! Don't let me live!"
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