Rena Kurashiki jogged to keep up with Ethan as he stepped into the elevator, momentarily stunned by his blunt declaration. However, once the meaning sank in, she didn't feel a shred of displeasure. Instead, she looked even more excited than him.
As the silver elevator ascended, the blonde "Gyaru" spoke without reservation since they were alone. "Ethan, why the sudden interest in taking down my mother?"
"You don't need to know why. Just play your part and cooperate with me."
Ethan didn't feel like explaining much to Rena. She was a textbook example of a "filial" daughter—in the twisted sense. Long ago, this rebellious girl had entertained thoughts of dragging Reika Kurashiki into their depraved world, but Ethan had ignored her back then.
Raised alone by Reika, Rena had grown up under the thumb of a high-powered, domineering mother. The lack of genuine affection combined with strict discipline had warped her psyche. Unable to rebel openly, she acted out in other ways: failing her classes, dressing like a delinquent, and sleeping with random handsome guys.
Of course, after being broken and reshaped by Ethan, she had become his exclusive "toy." Ethan didn't bother micro-managing her behavior, but if he gave a command, Rena would obey without question. Years of her mother's strict control had ingrained a certain submissiveness in her; she had just been waiting for a man powerful enough to completely conquer her.
"Fine. I'll do exactly what you say," Rena chirped, pressing her body against Ethan. Her eyes were alight with a mixture of heat and hunger.
Ding. The elevator doors slid open. Stepping out, Ethan immediately saw the nameplate for the Kurashiki residence. This luxury building only had two units per floor. He glanced at the other door, but seeing an unfamiliar name, he ignored it.
"Rena, don't tell your mother anything about the Underworld or the specifics of what I can do yet," he instructed as she unlocked the door. His plan was simple: be even more dominant and overbearing than Reika Kurashiki, forcing her to submit.
Rena had blind faith in Ethan. In her mind, a simple mental spell would have done the trick, but she didn't question his desire for a more "hands-on" approach. "I understand, Master."
"Mom, I'm home!" Rena called out as they entered.
"Is your friend a boy or a girl?" a sharp, commanding voice rang out from the living room.
Reika Kurashiki walked toward them. Years of being a top executive meant she was used to being the one in charge. The widow stood with her arms crossed. Beneath her red blazer, she wore a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her voluptuous hips, paired with the standard corporate uniform of sheer black pantyhose. Her sexy, firecracker body was on full display.
Since Ethan had rushed over before dinner, it was clear Reika hadn't been home long either; she hadn't even changed out of her office attire. Compared to Rena, Reika didn't look old at all; in fact, her figure and facial features were arguably superior. Her waist-length, golden wavy hair was far more elegant than Rena's straight cut and bangs.
As Reika approached, a cloud of seductive perfume hit Ethan's nose. It was a bit strong, but it suited this alluring widow perfectly.
"Here he is. My friend is actually here to see you," Rena said with a smirk, gesturing with her chin. "This is Ethan, my ma—"
"I am Rena's Master," Ethan interrupted, flashing a smile that sent a shock through Reika. "Mrs. Kurashiki, although this is our first meeting, I've been watching you for a long time."
Before Reika could process the absurdity, Ethan doubled down. "Your daughter is my 'fuck-toy.' I came here today because I intend to turn you into one, too."
Reika's mouth fell open. Anger flared in her eyes, and the initial good impression she had of the handsome youth vanished instantly. "You brat... do you have any idea what you're saying?"
Assuming he was a lunatic, she pulled out her phone. "Get out of my house right now, or I'm calling the police."
"You can call them," Ethan said with a playful grin. "But what will happen to your daughter? Or are you planning on abandoning your only child?"
Reika had focused so much on her career that she'd missed Rena's psychological decline, but she genuinely cared for her. The powerful woman instinctively looked at her daughter, only to see Rena looking flushed and happy. Far from being ashamed of Ethan's words, she seemed proud.
"Rena, does he have some kind of blackmail on you? It's okay, tell me, I'll help you—"
"No, Mom, I'm here of my own free will," Rena interrupted, her voice breathless. She was already getting wet just standing there. "Mom, once you try Ethan's dragon, you'll understand. I don't think I could even live without my Master."
Despite her business acumen, Reika was still a woman. Being backstabbed by her only child left her stunned and powerless. Her hand holding the phone dropped to her side, her sophisticated face a mask of bewilderment.
Unlike Tsubaki, whom Ethan had been grooming for a while, taking down Reika required a blitzkrieg approach—overwhelming her with dominance. Reika hid her inner vulnerability behind a wall of pride. If Ethan had time, he might have wooed her, but right now, he just wanted to satisfy his primal urge to crush this high-powered, black-stockinged MILF beneath him.
"Auntie Reika, if you won't be my toy, I'll just take Rena and leave," Ethan said, stepping forward to tilt Reika's chin up. "Don't be fooled by my age. I'm wealthy—wealthier than you. Supporting one more person is nothing to me."
Reika, having zero experience with such a predatory situation, couldn't find the words to respond.
"Master, forget about Mom for a second. Let's go. I'm so itchy down there," Rena begged. Seeing Ethan and her mother face-to-face made her jealous and desperate. She hiked up her skirt, revealing her lace panties already soaked through.
Ethan realized that while Reika was the prize, he had to "reward" Rena as well. He decided to use her horniness to push the situation forward. "Fine. We'll do it right here."
He let go of Reika's chin and sat on the living room sofa. "Take your clothes off. Every single stitch."
Rena felt a flicker of shame at the thought of stripping in front of her mother, but lust won out. She discarded her simple home clothes. Top, skirt, bra, panties... one by one, they fell to the floor. Each piece of clothing that hit the ground felt like a hammer blow to Reika's heart. As her daughter stood naked in the light, the widow's mind went completely blank.
Ethan and Rena ignored her. Rena wanted to be filled, to be made a mess of. Ethan, fueled by the thrill of the "audience," felt his own heat rising. A massive tentacle strained against his black trousers. He spread his legs and signaled Rena to get to work.
Rena knelt between his thighs, her hands trembling with urgency as she yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles. The hot, musky dragon sprang out, slapping against her cheek with a loud thwack.