Being with Ethan made Tsuki feel like she was back in college, her body full of vitality. This was the effect of dual-cultivation, but since Ethan was still fighting his "Inner Demon," he hadn't explained the truth.
After the intense battle, Tsuki had forgotten her questions anyway. Yanagi picked out her "victory lingerie"—a white camisole and a pair of white pantyhose. White suited her youthful, yet busty figure even better than black.
As soon as Yanagi left, the lustful housewife collapsed into Ethan's arms. "Ethan, please love me properly." She placed his hand on her breast and smiled. "Hana and Yanagi will be here soon, so hurry..."
Ethan couldn't resist. He flipped her over and pinned her down. Her black-stockinged legs wrapped around his waist, and her pink flower-petals opened like a hungry mouth. He didn't enter immediately; he moved her to the edge of the bed, made her kneel, and entered her from behind.
"Mmm... so big... so full... so good!..."
They went from the bed to the floor, then to the dressing table mirror. Ethan watched her lewd expression in the mirror as he hammered her white buttocks. The room was filled with her high-decibel moans.
Just as they were in the heat of battle, the sisters returned, having showered and changed into sexy outfits. Hana opened the door, and the sound of her mother's continuous screaming moans hit the hallway, causing her to slam the door shut in a panic. The sound had traveled, but Kiri, who was busy with a "manual" task in his own room, assumed it was a hallucination.
Hana bolted the door and leaned against it, her hand on her heart. Seeing her mother and boyfriend like that—the dragon that had been inside her now plunging into the woman who birthed her—sent a shock of Taboo through her, which quickly turned into an aphrodisiac.
Ethan watched the two sisters. Yanagi was in her white camisole and white pantyhose, her bra half-revealing her breasts. Hana wore a silver silk dress that matched her hair, looking elegant yet alluring.
Ethan pulled Tsuki by her thin waist and began a final sprint. At that moment, Yanagi crept up behind him. She knelt down and began to lick around his "chrysanthemum" with her smooth, wet tongue.
"Hiss—" Ethan gasped. He hadn't expected the virgin Yanagi to perform a "Toxic Dragon" (rimming) for him. He was deeply moved, but the pleasure from the dragon's head was too intense to focus on anything else.