Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office.
It was late at night. Midoriko Nakamori, having worked overtime for several hours, rubbed the bridge of her nose, leaned back, and let out a long sigh. After a moment of relaxation, she smiled at Reiko Kujo beside her.
"Prosecutor Kujo, thank you very much."
"You're too polite, Senior Nakamori. I owe you for taking care of me back then," Reiko Kujo replied with a gentle smile. Known as the "Madonna of the Prosecutor's Office," the tall beauty with long, flowing black hair had a serious personality and zero tolerance for criminals, yet her face was as gentle as water. At first glance, she was incredibly likable.
Though 33 years old, Reiko looked like a fresh college graduate, only with a steadier temperament. This wasn't unusual; her rival, Eri Kisaki, was 37 and didn't look a day over twenty, were it not for her explosively voluptuous figure.
If the gentle Reiko Kujo was the number one beauty of the Prosecutor's Office, then the mature Midoriko Nakamori was a close second. Seven years older than Reiko, the 40-year-old Midoriko showed no signs of aging, her face free of wrinkles.
Reiko had interned under Midoriko, forging a bond between them. Midoriko appreciated Reiko's outstanding ability and looks, which helped Reiko rise quickly while maintaining her integrity. Now, they were equals.
In terms of looks and figure, they were evenly matched. However, as a married woman with a 17-year-old daughter, Midoriko's style leaned towards conservative and serious—frankly, a bit like a middle-aged auntie. Clothes make the man; styling is a crucial part of charm. Even Yuu would be repulsive if he dressed like a dirty hobo.
Due to these factors, Midoriko's popularity naturally lagged behind the younger, single Reiko. Still, holding the number two spot at her age spoke volumes about her natural beauty. Aoko's existence was proof enough; with Ginzo looking the way he did, Aoko's stunning looks clearly came from her mother.
"I'll head back now. I can still catch a few hours of sleep," Reiko said, packing up.
"You should rest early too, Kujo. Goodnight," Midoriko replied with a smile.
"Goodnight, Senior."
By 2:00 AM, the two women left the empty office. With a tricky case on her plate, Midoriko, the lead prosecutor, had been swamped. She had planned to pull an all-nighter, but thanks to Reiko's help, she could go home and sleep for about four hours. Four hours was a luxury compared to zero.
Meanwhile, around 1:00 AM, in Midoriko's bedroom.
Yuu had stripped Aoko bare, like a little white lamb. He lifted her slender arms above her head, leaving her defenseless. Her soft, beautiful curves became even more enchanting. Yuu gripped her round shoulders, burying his face between her snowy peaks. His muscular legs clamped around her warm, tender lower body like a crab, while his red, swollen weapon pressed firmly against her garden.
His muscles rippled as his limbs entwined with Aoko's glowing body. He hungrily tasted her delicate, white skin. Her shoulders, underarms, breasts, belly, mound, thighs, calves, and ankles were all marked with his saliva.
He reached into her soft, grassy delta, his fingers kneading the delicate curls. Aoko's face flushed pink, her cherry lips panting. A stream of clear, sticky virgin fluid flowed from her, wetting his hand.
One hand cupped her full, perky breast, while his tongue flicked the shy, red nipple of the other. The pure "Moon Goddess" felt her heart tighten as a strange sensation radiated from the tender bud. She nearly whimpered, her face burning with shame.
Yuu's tongue continued to tease the nipple while his hand roamed her naked body. His reawakened, battle-ready weapon pressed hard against her pink, naked lower body, rubbing against the soft hair and squeezing her tender mound.
Aoko felt a mix of shame and fear. As Yuu's hand wandered over her skin, her body trembled with itching desire. The sensation of the large, hard, hot object pressing against her undeveloped, tender spot made her heart race. She bit her lip to suppress a moan, even as Yuu continued to suckle her sensitive nipple.
Yuu's hand glided over her skin—white as ice, smooth as silk, tender as a petal. It moved down past her slender waist, into the grassy delta, over the soft mound, through the silky hair, and finally reached the tightly closed, warm stream.
His finger gently inserted into her wet, smooth ravine, caressing the tender petals within. This teasing made the blossoming Aoko's heart itch and her face burn.
Yuu felt the nipple in his mouth growing harder and redder, like a ripe cherry. The ravine under his finger became wetter, the clam-like petals flushing with heat. The tightly closed jade gate unknowingly opened a crack, and a clear stream finally appeared under his efforts.
"Mmm..."
A hot, shy moan escaped Aoko's nose. As his hand teased her wet ravine and his mouth sucked her nipple, waves of carnal desire washed over the pure virgin's heart.
"Mmm... ah..."
Her snowy body writhed, her beautiful hips undulating subtly with his finger's movements. Her shy heart was gradually submerged by soul-eroding pleasure.
"Woo, Brother Yuu... mmm..."
Feeling her ravine become wet and slippery, and the nipple in his mouth harden, Yuu knew she was ready. Aoko's face was flushed red, her eyes squeezed shut.
He pulled off the white panties that were uselessly hanging around her calves. Now, she was truly stark naked. Her beautiful virgin body lay white as snow, smooth as silk.
Yuu pressed down on her lower body, spreading her white legs. Her mound was covered in soft grass, and pearly white nectar seeped from the pink, cute ravine of her virgin Eden.
Looking at the dazed girl beneath him, Yuu knew it was time. Applying a familiar spell, he guided his massive weapon to conquer the city.
With the aid of magic, Aoko found everything magically wonderful. After the initial blooming of the red plum blossom (blood), she quickly reaped the pleasure born of instinct. The terrifyingly thick holy spear caused only a brief pain upon breaking the barrier, followed by indescribable joy.
As the cylindrical bulge appeared and disappeared on her flat belly, soul-hooking moans echoed in the room, painting the silent night with pink hues.
As the battle intensified, the image of Kaito Kuroba, already deliberately forgotten, was thoroughly shattered by Yuu's fierce assault. Humans aren't emotionless like grass or trees; he was her childhood friend of over a decade, after all. But as the scorching hot milk injected into her, occupying her sacred chamber and dyeing her in Yuu's colors, Aoko's heart truly held only Yuu.
A strange pink light appeared. Before the pleasure-drunk girl could regain clarity, the erotic Contract Mark solidified.
A moment later, Aoko curiously looked down at her belly. She didn't need to peek anymore; she could examine the magical mark openly. With a thought, the enchanting pattern faded from deep pink to pale pink, then to her skin color, disappearing completely. Another thought, and it reappeared below her navel with a faint heat and glow, making her flat white belly look both pure and lustful.
Seeing she still had energy, Yuu pounced again. Magic was wonderful—great for combat and daily life. If Kazuha hadn't been naturally tight, she might have maintained some energy like Aoko.
While Yuu and Aoko were busy with round two in the master bedroom, the room's true owner was on her way home.
Time flies when you're having fun. Just as their battle reached a crescendo, Midoriko pulled up to the house. The panting girl didn't notice, but Yuu's superhuman senses picked it up.
"Someone's opening the door," Yuu whispered, patting the limp Aoko. "Looks like someone's back..."
He didn't ask further. The sound of the door opening and closing confirmed it was Midoriko. Besides, Aoko, nearing her limit, had no mind to answer, only twisting her waist and begging for more.
Yuu continued to satisfy her while thinking. Since it was Midoriko, there was no need to hide. He didn't know why she was back at this hour, but his relationship with Aoko would be exposed eventually. Plus, he was interested in the mature beauty. Knowing the Nakamoris had been separated for years, he had planned to take her too. This was a good opportunity to test the waters.
As for the awkwardness of discovery... Yuu didn't care.
To his surprise, Midoriko didn't storm in. After resting downstairs, she went up to wash and sleep. But in the second-floor hallway, she noticed something odd. At first, she thought it was Aoko, but as she neared her own room, strange "mmm-mmm" sounds reached her ears.
The sounds were faint, like suppressed moans. If not for the silent night, she wouldn't have heard them. Curious, she followed the noise. Passing Aoko's room, she found the source at her own door.
Before she could wonder why her door was open, she peeked through the gap.
"Ah!"
Midoriko's beautiful eyes widened, and her mouth gaped. She almost screamed but covered her mouth just in time.
"Aoko..." she murmured, watching the scene with complex eyes.
The open door made peeping easy, and the lovers were too engrossed to notice—or rather, Yuu chose not to point it out. In fact, he hoped she would watch longer. Maybe she'd get aroused and offer herself up?
Yuu focused on ploughing the JK beneath him, showing off his prowess for the mature spectator outside. Two peepers in one night, he mused with amusement. Will I be able to punish this one too?
Outside, Midoriko was torn between reason and desire. Reason said to stop this and demand an explanation. Desire said to watch just a little longer.
At forty, she looked young, but her desire was at its peak ("Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger"). Usually, she was abstinent, but seeing a live show starring her daughter and a handsome man she liked... she couldn't suppress the fire.
Struggling, she leaned against the doorframe, eyes glued to the scene.
"Aoko has developed so well..." she compared subconsciously. "But my figure is still better... wait, what am I thinking?"
Her gaze drifted to the young man on top of her daughter. It wasn't intentional, she swore, but then she saw it.
"Oh my god! It's... so big... how can Aoko take that?"
She stared, dumbfounded, at the massive weapon appearing and disappearing between Yuu's legs.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing echoed in the dim hallway. Midoriko realized she had been staring at his privates and swallowing saliva. Her face burned with shame. She lowered her head like an ostrich, trying to hide.
But it was futile. Her mature body urged her to look, even fantasizing about that terrifying weapon inside her.
"No, it's too dangerous! What if he hurts Aoko? I have to watch closely, then lecture them later!"
"Yes, and ask why they're doing it in my room... I can't even pretend I didn't see it!"
The prosecutor found a perfect excuse. With no more psychological burden, she watched openly, her heart racing with a taboo thrill and a natural craving for a strong male.
Under her mother's gaze, the battle neared its end. Immersed in the show, Midoriko didn't realize she had slumped to the floor, pushing the door wide open.
It wasn't until Yuu growled, pouring his hot lava into Aoko, and then stood up to walk toward her, that she realized her compromised position.