Chiara was very satisfied with the date during the day. While she hadn't monopolized Alex, she hadn't planned to hog the boy she loved anyway, especially after that conversation with Elara Senpai.
He was a horrible villain, a great big devil who manipulated girls, yet he was incredibly tolerant toward her. He ran to rescue her and specifically set aside Elara Senpai to spend time on the date.
For Chiara, whether Alex was a good person or a villain didn't matter; it was enough that he cared for her and cherished her.
She figured Makoto and the others probably felt the same way.
She also knew that although Elara Senpai claimed not to like him, she definitely couldn't let him go in her heart... Sigh, it seemed Alex was truly a deeply sinful man.
Chiara knew what Alex wanted. Being understanding, she didn't cling to her boyfriend after the date but momentarily yielded him to Elara Senpai. The date, and the fact that Alex had rushed to save her, was enough to keep her happy for a long time.
"Elara Senpai, did you have fun today?"
"Mmm... it was very fun."
"And you, Mrs. Summer?"
"You spent most of your time with that girl. Where did you find the time to pay attention to me?"
"Ah, is Mrs. Summer jealous? If you weren't happy, I can take you on a separate date next time..."
Inside the Summer house, Elara looked at her mother, who was chatting casually with Alex, her eyes complex. As for Mrs. Summer herself, the refined Japanese wife had managed to adjust her emotional state over the course of the day.
"I'm an old woman now," Mrs. Summer murmured, touching her face. "A date... it's no longer suitable for me."
"That's nonsense," Alex laughed, reaching out to gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear. "Mrs. Summer is not old at all, and if you wish, you can stay perpetually young."
Alex blew into her ear, his words making her heart pound fiercely.
"As for dating," Alex embraced her from behind, wrapping his arms around her slender, fragile waist, their bodies touching. This intermittent contact and friction slowly drained Mrs. Summer's strength.
"You haven't been on a date in many years, have you? It's not just your body that needs to be young; your heart does too. I will give you the most authentic experience of being in love, Summer."
"My Master..."
Mrs. Summer murmured subconsciously. She didn't know what was happening to her. If not pushing him away was due to fear of Alex's power, then the physical reaction she felt being held in his arms was truly shameful.
He hadn't done anything. He just held my waist and whispered two sentences, and I was already wet between my legs. It's utterly humiliating!
"Is this... love?"
"Of course it is. You are my woman, Summer," Alex held the beautiful wife from behind, his gaze fixed on her slightly strained, fair cheeks. His breath made her blush, and her scent continuously filled his nostrils.
"Are you saying you don't acknowledge it? I'll be heartbroken, you know."
Mrs. Summer lowered her head slightly, her bright eyes under her bangs almost watering. The hand resting on her stomach caused bursts of electric pleasure throughout her body as it slowly began to move upward.
It neared the twin peaks of her breasts but never quite grabbed them, instead circling the edges. After several repetitions, the wife's breathing grew heavy.
Her full, tender breasts slowly firmed, standing proud.
The feeling of almost being touched, yet not quite, tormented Mrs. Summer, leaving her weak with desire.
"Ugh, I... I do acknowledge it. I am my Master's woman," the married woman twisted her waist. That soft, serpentine movement was infinitely alluring, igniting Alex's own desire.
"Say it again."
Alex lowered his voice.
"I... I am my Master's woman."
"Call me Master."
"Master, mmm—"
The shame was quickly drowned by pleasure. The moment the words left her mouth, her firm, eager breasts were caught in his hand and squeezed hard. The rush of gratification made her cry out instantly.
By the time the wife reacted and stifled her moan, it was too late.
Her face was burning hot.
She had called him 'Master' before because she was hypnotized, but now, being teased by Alex into calling him Master, acknowledging she was his woman, and having her body made this sensitive, Mrs. Summer tragically realized that she even felt delight at Alex's touch.
However, Elara saw the entire scene.
Are you two completely oblivious? Did you forget I'm still here? And Mom, you... Elara's eyes were conflicted. Was she angry at her mother for being so shameless, doing this with Alex even after recovering? Or was she simply jealous of her mother?
She didn't know.
Suddenly, their eyes met. The brief gaze between mother and daughter intensified Mrs. Summer's shame, causing her body to tremble violently. "My Master, wait, isn't this...?"
The hand kneading her chest had already slipped beneath her clothing, running over her silky smooth skin. It moved down her lower abdomen, and the wife shivered violently, clamping her legs together instantly.
No, stop, absolutely not—
"What does it matter? Haven't we done this often?" Alex licked and gently bit her earlobe. "Be a good girl, Summer. Open your legs. I'll be very gentle."
He... he called me by my first name?!
Alex, who had always called her 'Mrs. Summer' or 'Madam,' suddenly used her given name with such intimacy. The beautiful wife whimpered. This was cheating! She couldn't resist any longer and slowly parted her legs, allowing the hand lingering nearby to finally enter.
She opened the gates, welcoming his caress.
Meeting no resistance, Alex smoothly arrived at her secret garden, his eyes filled with a teasing smile. "You want it badly too, Summer. Look how much you're leaking. You're completely drenched."
"Ugh, stop it! Don't say things like that—"
Caught between the irresistible Alex and her daughter not far away, she experienced an unspeakable rush of excitement. With his finger continuously stroking and occasionally dipping into her garden entrance, she was quickly losing control, her body leaning almost entirely against Alex.
"I'm only telling the truth. But speaking of which... Elara Senpai, why don't you join us? Standing there and watching must make you jealous, right?"
"Huh?" Elara's face flushed crimson. The girl froze, stammering. "I, this, I..."
She needed to find an excuse. Joining her mother for this... even though she'd experienced it many times, that was because she was hypnotized!
"My Master, please just spend today with me alone, okay?" the wife quickly interjected, seeing her daughter about to be dragged in.
"Summer, isn't it a little unfair to monopolize me?" Alex fully inserted his finger, feeling the wife's internal muscles contracting tightly. "You might not be able to handle me all by yourself, you know."
"...I occasionally want to be alone with you too, my Master," Mrs. Summer struggled to lift her head, turning to kiss his neck, her vibrant red tongue licking him. "I'll try my best to make my Master feel good."
"Fine," Alex didn't push the issue. Seeing the wife's initiative, he leaned in and wrapped their tongues together. "Then Summer can have me all to herself tonight."
Watching the two passionately kissing, Elara gripped the hem of her clothes. She felt no relief; instead, the sour feeling in her heart only intensified.
What is happening to me?