[With Eriri now heavily pregnant, the two of you had long ago put a stop to anything rough—or even remotely satisfying.]
[Early in her term you'd indulged in careful, pregnant sex, slow thrusts while she lay on her side, her swollen belly cradled between you.]
[But at this late stage it was simply too risky, and your cock had been left aching and untouched for weeks.]
[Eriri knew better than anyone how insatiable you were. Most men in this world were done after one weak spurt, but you? You could go all night, flooding her until she leaked for hours.]
[She'd felt that relentless hunger herself countless times. In past pregnancies she'd quietly arranged for a few trusted maids to slip into your bed when the need became unbearable—discreet, efficient relief until she was healed and ready to take you again.]
[However, contrary to last time, you now refuse. While Eriri clings to a romantic belief that love triumphs over all and lust is merely a spice, your motivation is not born of loyalty.]
[Your refusal came from a darker, far more intoxicating obsession: your daughter, Lily.]
[Your daughter was the spitting image of a young Eriri—the same golden blonde hair, the same sharp tongue, the same defiant spark in her eyes.]
[She was rude, impulsive, and so achingly ripe. You'd known for years about her secret habit: hiding in the shadows of the living room doorway, fingers buried frantically in her panties while she watched you pound her mother into the couch, biting her lip to stifle her whimpers.]
[Though, she has remained polite enough not to cross the line into spying in your private bedroom.]
[So, you decide to orchestrate a sneak attack. She is not only young but ripe for the taking, a forbidden fruit whose flavor you have already tasted in your mind.]
["Papa?" Lily stiffened the instant you slipped into her room, the moonlight spilling across her bed. She was curled under the blanket, pretending to sleep, but you could smell her arousal from the doorway.]
[You slid in behind her without a word, your broad chest pressing against her back as your arms locked around her slender waist in an embrace she couldn't escape.]
[You buried your face in her hair and inhaled deeply—fresh shampoo, warm skin, and that sweet, unmistakable scent of a young women in heat.]
[It was almost identical to Eriri's when you'd first claimed her, and it made your cock throb painfully against the curve of her ass.]
["Lily…" you murmur, your voice a low, intimate rumble against the shell of her ear. "Do you want to grow up?"]
[The question feigns permission, but your actions grant none.
[Your hand was already moving, sliding under the loose waistband of her pajama bottoms. Your fingers slipped beneath the soaked silk of her panties and found her bare pussy—swollen, slick, burning hot.]
[You traced her puffy outer lips slowly, gathering her wetness, then circled her hard little clit with deliberate pressure.]
["This is wrong, Papa… Mother will never forgive us," Lily whispers, but her hips pushed back against your rigid cock all the same.]
[She bit her lower lip until it went white, stifling a moan as you dipped lower and eased one thick finger inside her impossibly tight heat.]
["She may not," you concede, your voice dark with amusement as you nip at her sensitive earlobe. "But Jesus definitely will."]
[The dark joke that follows is swallowed by her sharp gasp.]
[Your thumb pressed firmly on her clit while your finger curled inside her, stroking that sensitive spot you knew so well from years of breeding her mother.]
[Lily's back arched, a choked cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clenched hard around you. A hot gush of girl-cum soaked your hand, dripping down her thighs and staining the sheets beneath her.]
["Papa…!"]
[She twisted in your arms, eyes no longer wide with fear or hesitation. They blazed now—dark, hungry, possessive. Exactly like yours.]
[Lily surged forward and claimed your mouth in a fierce, desperate kiss. Her tongue pushed past your lips without permission, tangling with yours, sucking and biting as if she could devour you whole.]
[Her hands clawed at your shirt, pulling you closer, marking you as hers with the same possessive intensity you'd always used on her mother.]
[And you let her.]
[Because tonight, your daughter was finally ready to become a woman—on your cock, in your arms, and forever beneath your control.]
[She moaned in raw, unfiltered joy when your thick cock finally sheathed itself completely inside her virgin pussy, tearing through her innocence in one possessive stroke and claiming her fully, irrevocably, as yours.]
[You ravaged your own daughter relentlessly through the entire night. Her unrestrained cries of pleasure and submission echoed in the room as you fucked her over and over, pounding into her tight, wet heat until you filled her deepest parts with gush after gush of your hot cum, branding her from the inside.]
[Thus, the old, lingering regret you had carried—the fantasy of fucking Eriri's mother, of having both mother and daughter as your women—was finally, perfectly fulfilled through Lily.]
[A deep, deviant happiness surged through you as you kept thrusting into her, marking her young body as yours until dawn finally broke.]
[Only then did you slip away to shower, meticulously washing away all the physical traces of sex—the sweat, the scent, the evidence—before returning to Eriri's side, seamlessly slipping back into your persona as her loyal, devoted husband.]
[Undoubtedly, your withdrawn approach to life and your apparent lack of enthusiasm for any woman but her had convinced Eriri completely.]
[It never crossed her mind that you could cheat. She never guarded against it, never monitored you, never even entertained the possibility that you had other women—let alone that you were fucking her own daughter.]
[Her pregnancy, of course, was successful. Your second daughter finally arrived into the world.]
[You named her Evelyn Sawamura Spencer.]
[Eriri smiled, radiant and content, looking upon what she believed was her perfectly harmonious, happy family.]
[Not only had she successfully inherited the entire combined wealth and assets of the Sawamura and Spencer families, but she also had a wonderful husband and two beautiful daughters to share her life with.]
[Her mother, Sayuri, had already retired, vanishing from daily life and handing over all control of the family fortune to her daughter.]
[Her husband shared her hobbies, was always home, and never so much as glanced at another woman. How could she possibly be anything but happy?]
[Unknown to her, her husband—despite her full recovery from pregnancy and her body being fit and eager again—was regularly fucking their eldest daughter behind her back.]
[Just when you thought this degenerate, secret life would continue indefinitely, a cold shock shattered the illusion. Eriri's mother, Sayuri—the woman you thought had disappeared for good—was sitting silently in your living room.]
[Her face was darkened with a storm of emotions, and she had been watching the spectacle unnoticed, waiting with terrifying patience while you and your daughter were immersed in your own forbidden world.]
[You both scrambled for your clothes in a panic, hearts hammering. Sayuri observed your frenzy calmly, her gaze heavy and unflinching.]
"Ito-kun…" she finally said, her voice dripping with icy disapproval after we had managed to dress, our body still reeking of mixed sweat and sex. "I have to say… I'm deeply disappointed."
Lily immediately jumped to my defense. "It's my fault, grandmother! I was the one who forced myself on father, I—"
Sayuri cut her off with a cold, dismissive snort. "I know exactly what has been happening in this house. Every sound, every whisper. I may not understand why you, Ito-kun, are different from other men… but cheating is still cheating. I will never stand by and allow my own daughter to be hurt by this sight."
I remained perfectly calm. "So, what will you do, Sayuri?"
I asked, my tone flat. I truly didn't care. With my save and load ability, I was functionally invincible. I was more curious to see how far she would push this.
Sayuri's gaze, sharp and unyielding, turned to Lily. Her finger pointed, a judge delivering a sentence. "I am taking her. I will ensure she never becomes pregnant with your child. Eriri would be devastated if I harmed you directly, Ito-kun… so, for now, I will allow this… indulgence of yours to reach its conclusion. Finish what you started here."
"So you intend to separate us?" I frowned, the first hint of irritation threading through my voice.
"You may visit her," she replied, her voice like polished ice.
She produced a business card and held it out. "Here is where you will find her. I will tell Eriri that I am taking her daughter to train as her successor."
I took the card, letting my fingers deliberately slide against the soft skin of her palm, rubbing slowly for a moment before pulling away and tucking it into my pocket.
She stiffened, a flash of pure displeasure tightening her features at the intimate, challenging contact.
Lily looked on, her expression crumbling into reluctant despair. "But I don't want to be separated from daddy…"
I reached out and stroked her blonde hair, my touch instantly making her melt against my hand.
"I will visit you," I promised, my voice low.
Then I turned my attention back to Sayuri, my gaze calculating. "And, mother-in-law, I must say your arrangement feels rather one-sided. We both suffer a loss here… but what about you? You seem to take all the benefits. You get to control the situation and claim the victory."
Sayuri chuckled then, a dark, knowing sound that seemed to vibrate in the quiet room.
"You may do… whatever you wish… with me when you come to visit your daughter," she said, the offer laced with a venomous dare. "But remember this: the moment my daughter loses her love and favor for you… that will be the day your life ends."
With that final, icy ultimatum hanging in the air, she turned and left, leaving the two of us—father and daughter—alone in the charged silence of the living room.
I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Lily's forehead. "Rest now, Lily. Get some sleep. I will visit you soon."
"Thank you, papa…" Lily whispered, but the chaste kiss was not enough.
Dissatisfied, she surged forward, capturing my lips with her own in a fervent, desperate kiss.
The embers of taboo desire, momentarily banked by the confrontation, roared back into an uncontrollable blaze.
There, on the same sofa, we began to roll together again, clothes falling away, surrendering once more to the restless, relentless rhythm of our forbidden sex, as if trying to fuse ourselves together before the coming separation.
[You thought it would finally be over. You believed you could at last enjoy Sayuri, the woman you'd craved for so long, and punish her thoroughly for her disrespect toward you and your daughter. But you never imagined your heart would simply stop in the night.]
[You don't understand… You didn't eat or drink anything poisonous. You only had sex with your daughter, then slipped out immediately, washed away all traces of your scent, and embraced your wife in her own bed. The routine was flawless.]
[It was supposed to be the new beginning of your happiness—having Eriri, Lily, and Sayuri all at the same time, under your control. But now you are dead.]
[Congratulations, Ito Makoto. You have been killed by the Death Note.]
My face darkened instantly.
What the fuck are you congratulating me about?
And the Death Note?
Why does that thing exist here? In this world?
…Did Sayuri have it?
[You have unlocked Eriri Route 3]
[Evaluation: You had everything in this life. A beautiful wife, a cute daughter, a fulfilling hobby and career, plus riches that ensured you would never know hunger or struggle. But you ignored one thing: the mystery of Sayuri Sawamura Spencer.]
So… this world isn't as simple as I thought.
Of course not.
Nothing ever is.
Well, before I unravel that particular nightmare, I need to go back. Back to the Eriri route, before I ever cheated with our daughter. I'll give her a happy life—a full life—until our dying day. At the very least, I owe her that much.
As for taking both Eriri and Lily… that plan is on hold.
At least until I figure out exactly what Sayuri is, and how to deal with her.
I still don't understand why she's been monitoring us all this time.
Does she have no life outside of watching our villa?
Outside of observing every detail of our sex life?
It's beyond unsettling. It's fucking creepy.
And if all women have this kind of patience and hidden, lethal ability… how am I ever supposed to fulfill my dream?
My ambition to become the true Harem King?
The risk is unacceptable.
The cost is instant, silent death.
With that sobering decision clear in my mind, I reload my save.
I go back to the point of choice, the moment before temptation and arrogance steer me toward disaster.
This time, I live a life of fulfillment with only Eriri.
We grow old together.
Our daughter takes over the company.
There are no accidents, no mysterious heart failures, no unseen rules broken.
This time, we simply die peacefully in our sleep, side by side, as an old married couple should.
It's not the empire I dreamed of.
But it's a life that ends.
And sometimes, that's the only victory that matters.