The battle between Natsumi Obata and Ethan showed no signs of stopping. The digital clock on the bedside table ticked away, eventually reaching 5:05 PM. Hours had passed; Ethan had dedicated nearly his entire day to this orange-haired, gentle housewife.
While they were locked in their heated struggle, Yui Obata, who had stayed late at school for cleaning duties, returned home.
"I'm back~" the high school girl called out as she changed her shoes at the entrance, her orange hair swaying with youthful energy.
But silence met her. There was no familiar, warm welcome from her mother. Yui searched the first floor—living room, kitchen, bathroom—but Natsumi was nowhere to be found. What confused her even more was the sight of half-finished chores in the living room and bathroom, as if her mother had been suddenly interrupted.
The girl finished hanging the laundry inside, as the sun had already dipped below the horizon. After tidying up the living room, her stomach gave a small growl. She debated whether to start dinner or go look for her mother.
In the silence of the house, Yui caught a faint sound. She focused, tracing the noise to the floor above. It sounded like Natsumi's voice, but mixed with other, rhythmic noises.
Wait... that direction... is that Mom's bedroom?
That sound is...
Yui tilted her head, her mind racing. She knew her mother sometimes "comforted herself," but never for an entire day. Natsumi had neglected the housework, skipped dinner prep, and even forgotten the time Yui got out of school.
Driven by curiosity and confusion, Yui crept up the stairs. As she got closer, the familiar gasps and moans became unmistakably clear. Leaning against the door, the girl couldn't resist lightly turning the handle. To her surprise, it wasn't locked.
Ethan and Natsumi had locked it initially, but after hours of moving in and out of the room, they had eventually stopped caring.
The door creaked open. Through the narrow gap, Natsumi's lewd moans hit Yui's ears like a physical force.
"Ethan!... It feels so good!... Haaah!... Harder!... Fuck me harder!... Ahhh... yes!..."
Inside the room, Ethan had already sensed Yui's presence, but he didn't care. In response to the housewife's desperate plea, he pinned her down and began to thrust with even more violent, primal force.
"Ah!... Ngh!... Ahhh... so powerful... the first time... like this... ahh... mmm!..."
Natsumi's pussy was hot and incredibly tight. Combined with her seasoned skill and the sheer violence of Ethan's thrusts, he soon felt himself reaching the limit of his endurance within her crushing walls.
"I'm going to cum... ngh..." Ethan grunted, slamming his hips home.
"Go ahead! I'm going to climax too... let's go together!... Haaah... mmph... I'm going! I'm cumming!!... Ahhh! Ahhhhh!..."
As Natsumi shrieked in ecstasy, Ethan buried his dragon deep inside her, pinning the orange-haired, large-breasted woman to the bed. His balls tightened as he pumped wave after wave of hot, thick white essence into the depths of her body.
The scorching life-essence surged inside her. In the throes of her climax, Natsumi clung to Ethan, her long legs locking around his waist in a spasm. Her feet pressed against his buttocks as if she were cradling a beloved child.
"Haaah... Auntie Natsumi... take it all... hah..."
Unbeknownst to him, Ethan felt a sense of "maternal love" from Natsumi he had never experienced before. The taboo thrill of it made him continue to writhe and twitch inside her even as he finished his release.
Natsumi's flushed face softened with tenderness. She buried her head in Ethan's shoulder and whispered, "There, there... I'm not going anywhere... inside me... shoot it all inside me."
The head of his cock, half-buried in her womb, continued to pulse until Natsumi's lower abdomen was visibly bloated from the sheer volume of his seed. Only then did he stop.
Ethan breathed heavily. After nearly eight hours of "cultivation," his physical stamina was fine, but the constant mental state of high-arousal left him gasping. He slowly withdrew his member from her canal.
"Ngh... Haaah!..."
The withdrawal triggered another wave of pleasure for Natsumi. As the dragon slipped out, a massive amount of thick essence spilled from her pink hole, trailing down her inner thighs and over her plump buttocks, soaking the sheets.
Natsumi lay back, her eyes half-closed. "Good work~ Haaah... if you want me again, anytime... just call for me..."
Outside the door, Yui listened to her mother call out his name and stared at Ethan's familiar back. Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions. Because of what she knew about the Gremory family and others, she wasn't entirely shocked, but she hadn't expected her mother to fall so completely and so quickly.
The lewd atmosphere in the room began to infect Yui. The girl, who only got to be with Ethan once a month, found her hand moving to massage her own firm breasts while her other hand slipped under her skirt. She pulled aside her panties and began to rub her own wet flower-valley in sync with her mother's moans.
Inside, Natsumi still hadn't noticed her daughter. She continued to hug Ethan, whispering sweet, lewd things while rubbing her mature body against him.
Ethan, however, felt a strange surge of possessiveness. He decided to follow his heart and lay his cards on the table.
"Yui, stop playing by yourself. Come in."
He decided he wasn't leaving tonight. He wanted both mother and daughter together, and he needed to explain the "underworld" to Natsumi and help her begin her own cultivation.
Hearing her daughter's name, Natsumi froze. Her legs snapped shut and her internal muscles clamped down hard on Ethan's cock. But when the disheveled high school girl walked in, her eyes hazy with lust, Natsumi actually relaxed. She knew her daughter; Yui wasn't angry.
Ethan stripped Yui bare and placed the two orange-haired women—who looked seventy percent alike—side by side. He toyed with one, then the other, until all tension between them vanished. Then, while cultivating with Yui, he explained the truth of the world to Natsumi.
The process was familiar: from disbelief to shock upon seeing Yui use magic, to the reconstruction of her worldview, and finally to the excitement of feeling mana for the first time under Ethan's guidance. By morning, Natsumi had reached the threshold of C-rank.
During the night, Yui's father called to say he was working late and wouldn't be home. It was a common occurrence they were used to.
"Natsumi, from now on, you can't sleep with him anymore. Not even if you do nothing," Ethan declared firmly, asserting his dominance as he looked at the gasping woman beneath him.
As his inner demons faded, his raw possessiveness took over. "I don't care about normal contact, but you don't sleep in the same bed with another man."
Natsumi was so close to another climax that she would have agreed to anything. "Haaah... Ethan... harder... don't stop!..." She stuck out her tongue, dazed with lust. "I promise... only you... can touch me... harder!..."
Yui, lying on Ethan's back, giggled. "Don't worry, Ethan. Mom and Dad have had separate rooms for years. And Dad is hardly ever home anyway."