Mizunotsuki Residence
Reiko Yukinoshita stood in the opulent living room of the Mizunotsuki residence, her heart pounding beneath her composed exterior. The air was thick with tension, the kind that preceded inevitable surrender. She had come here with a clear purpose: to offer her eldest daughter, Haruno, as a bargaining chip to secure the family's future. If needed, Yukino would follow. But Seiran Mizunotsuki's gaze, dark and unyielding, swept over her like a claim already staked. He lounged on the sofa, his posture relaxed yet commanding, a man who knew his power and reveled in it.
"Reiko," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You understand why you're here."
She nodded, glancing at Haruno beside her. The young woman, usually so vivacious and teasing, fidgeted with uncharacteristic nervousness, her cheeks flushed. At twenty-something, Haruno was untouched, a virgin preserved amid the family's elite machinations. Reiko had ensured that, protecting her daughters for moments like this—strategic alliances sealed in flesh.
Seiran rose, closing the distance. His hand cupped Reiko's chin, tilting her face up. "But you first," he murmured. "The matriarch sets the example."
Reiko's breath hitched. She hadn't anticipated this, but resistance was futile. For the family's safety, she would submit. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that was possessive, his tongue delving deep as his hands roamed her body. He unbuttoned her blouse with deliberate slowness, exposing the lace of her bra, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts. Reiko gasped as he pinched a nipple through the fabric, the sensation shooting straight to her core.
He guided her to the sofa, pushing her down gently but firmly. Her skirt rode up as he knelt between her legs, his mouth trailing kisses along her inner thigh. Reiko's hands clutched the cushions, her body betraying her with a flood of arousal. Seiran's fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down, exposing her to his hungry gaze. "Beautiful," he whispered, before his tongue flicked against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as he licked and sucked, his fingers slipping inside her slick heat. He curled them expertly, hitting that spot that made her vision blur. Reiko's composure shattered; she was a woman in her prime, experienced but long denied such raw intensity. "Seiran... please," she whimpered, her body arching as climax built.
He didn't relent until she came, her cries echoing through the room, her thighs clamping around his head. Panting, she watched as he stood, shedding his clothes to reveal his hardened length, thick and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, thrusting in with one smooth motion. Reiko gasped at the fullness, her walls clenching around him as he began to move, slow at first, then building to a relentless rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him deeper with each stroke. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, lost in the friction and heat.
Haruno watched from the side, her eyes wide, a mix of fascination and trepidation. Her hand unconsciously pressed against her thigh, feeling the growing warmth between her legs. Seiran glanced at her while buried in Reiko, his pace never faltering. "Your turn soon," he promised, his voice strained with pleasure.
Reiko climaxed again around him, her nails digging into his back, and with a final, deep thrust, Seiran followed, spilling inside her with a guttural groan. He pulled out slowly, his seed trickling down her thigh, leaving her sated and spent on the sofa.
Without pause, he turned to Haruno, who stood frozen, her virginity a barrier about to be breached. "Come here," he commanded softly. She approached on trembling legs, her dress clinging to her curves. Seiran kissed her gently at first, easing her nerves, his hands caressing her back. He unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her bare skin—no bra, just panties that were already damp.
"You're exquisite," he said, laying her beside her mother on the sofa. Haruno's breath came in short bursts as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, lingering on her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hand sliding between her legs to rub her through the fabric. She moaned, arching into his touch, her innocence giving way to instinctual need.
Seiran removed her panties, parting her thighs to gaze at her untouched folds. "I'll be gentle," he assured, though his eyes burned with desire. He positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Haruno tensed, but he kissed her deeply as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her virgin tightness. She whimpered at the initial sting, tears pricking her eyes, but he paused, letting her adjust, his fingers circling her clit to blend pain with pleasure.
"Good girl," he murmured, thrusting deeper once she relaxed. Haruno's gasps turned to moans as he filled her completely, her body adapting to the intrusion. He moved with care, building a rhythm that had her hips rising to meet him. The sofa creaked under them, her nails raking his shoulders as waves of sensation built.
Reiko, recovering nearby, watched without interference, her role as observer sealing the family's pact. Seiran's pace quickened, Haruno's cries growing louder, her first orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her inner muscles pulsing around him. He followed soon after, pulling out at the last moment to spill across her stomach, marking her as his.
But he wasn't done. With both women pliant and aroused anew, he arranged them on the sofa—Reiko on her back, Haruno straddling his lap facing him. He entered Reiko again first, thrusting up into her while Haruno ground against his thigh, her slickness coating his skin. Then, switching, he lifted Haruno onto him, impaling her once more, her deflowered body eager for more. He alternated between them, hands guiding, mouths claiming, building to a frenzy where their moans blended into a symphony of surrender.
Finally, as they stacked in exhaustion—Haruno draped over Seiran, Reiko pressed against his side—the sounds carried upstairs, drawing Sae Chabashira's unwitting attention.
Sae Chabashira was very embarrassed at the moment.
She didn't know whether she should go downstairs. She had been listening from the hallway for a long time.
But she couldn't stand the hunger anymore, so she walked downstairs in a sullen manner.
Then.
She was stunned on the spot.
Chabashira fell into deep thought.
At first, listening from upstairs, she thought it was one girl with a wonderful vocal range, able to sing in different but similar voices.
Now she understood.
There were two people.
Moreover, through this incident, Chabashira also sorted out Seiran Mizunotsuki's true character.
He was shameless… No, he was a person who simply didn't care about the eyes of others. He was loyal to his own desires. He knew that the Yukinoshita women and Chabashira herself were delivered to him to be "eaten."
But Reiko Yukinoshita (Mother Yukinoshita) hadn't thought so initially.
Her brain was a little scrambled right now.
She had actually just come here to offer Haruno Yukinoshita. If that wasn't enough, she was prepared to offer her other daughter, Yukino.
But now it seemed…
This guy was more greedy than she thought. He wanted to pack the entire Yukinoshita family into his pocket—starting with the Matriarch.
Reiko couldn't stand it at all.
But looking at it from another angle, it didn't mean the Yukinoshita family had suffered a loss. Rather, the results Reiko achieved were even more fruitful than she had initially expected.
Having boarded the pirate ship, Reiko could only accept it, holding her nose.
Because the Yukinoshita family was really safe this time. No matter how difficult the process was, the result was secure.
In fact, after Seiran made such a fuss over her, Reiko understood that her position was solid.
Three people stacked together.
Chabashira was about to sneak past them to the kitchen to get food, but she accidentally made a little noise. This attracted the attention of the ashamed and angry people on the sofa.
Then…
Sae Chabashira composed herself. With the calm, queen-like face of a strict teacher, she spoke:
"Sorry, I came at a bad time. I'll go right back up."
"...…"
Seiran smiled, his eyes dark and amused.
"No. You came at the exact right time."
Sae Chabashira's world narrowed to the commanding grip of Seiran's hand on her wrist, yanking her forward with an authority that brooked no argument. She stumbled slightly, her teacherly poise fracturing under the weight of his unyielding stare. The sofa, still warm from the prior indulgences of Reiko and Haruno, beckoned like a throne of submission. Seiran's voice cut through the haze, low and laced with dark command: "You've been eavesdropping, Sae. Now you'll pay the price for your curiosity."
Her protest died on her lips as he shoved her down onto the cushions, his body looming over hers like a conqueror claiming territory. Reiko and Haruno watched from the sides, their own sessions leaving them pliant and silent, but Seiran's focus was laser-sharp on Sae. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand, his strength effortless, immobilizing her as his free hand tore at her blouse buttons. Fabric ripped slightly, exposing her bra, and Sae's breath came in sharp gasps—part shock, part unwelcome thrill.
"You think you can just walk in and leave?" he growled, his fingers digging into her thigh, hiking her skirt up roughly. "No. You're mine now. Beg for it." Sae's mind rebelled, her strict demeanor clashing with the heat building in her core, but his dominance eroded her resistance. He slapped her inner thigh lightly, the sting a warning, then harder when she hesitated. "Beg," he repeated, his voice a whip.
"Please... Seiran," she whispered, humiliated yet aroused, her body betraying her with a flood of wetness. Satisfied, he yanked her panties aside—not off, just displaced—and thrust two fingers inside her without preamble, curling them possessively. Sae arched, a cry escaping as he pumped roughly, his thumb grinding against her clit with brutal precision. "Louder," he demanded, releasing her wrists only to grip her throat lightly, applying just enough pressure to assert control. She moaned louder, her hands clutching at his arms, not to push away but to hold on as he drove her to the brink.
When she teetered on the edge, he withdrew, smirking at her frustrated whimper. "Not yet. Earn it." He stripped her fully now, clothes discarded in a heap, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Seiran shed his own remnants, his cock throbbing with readiness. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she knelt before him, ass presented like an offering. "Spread," he ordered, and she complied, trembling. His hand came down in a firm spank, the sound echoing, reddening her skin as punishment for her earlier hesitation.
Then, he entered her from behind in one forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Sae screamed into the cushions, the stretch intense, but he gave no quarter—his hips slammed forward relentlessly, each pound a declaration of ownership. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine, while the other gripped her hip, bruising in its hold. "This is what you get for spying," he grunted, his pace punishing, driving deep enough to make her toes curl. Sae's world blurred into sensation—pain-laced pleasure, submission fueling her climaxes as she came hard around him, once, then again under his unyielding assault.
Only when she was a quivering mess did he flip her over, thrusting back in missionary style, his weight pinning her as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. "Mine," he snarled against her lips, spilling inside her with a final, dominant surge, marking her utterly.
But the night demanded more. As Sae lay panting, Seiran turned his gaze to the others, his dominance reignited. "All of you," he commanded, positioning them around him on the sofa in a deliberate arrangement—Reiko on her back beneath him, Haruno straddling his lap facing away, and Sae kneeling at his side. No touches between the women; each was isolated in her service to him, their bodies tools for his pleasure.
He started with Reiko, thrusting into her slick heat with renewed vigor, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her wide. She gasped, her matriarchal reserve shattered as he pounded deep, each stroke a reminder of her family's safety paid in flesh. Haruno waited impatiently, grinding against his thigh until he lifted her onto his cock, impaling her reverse cowgirl style. She bounced under his guidance, his hands on her hips dictating the rhythm, her moans syncing with Reiko's as he alternated thrusts—pulling out of one to plunge into the other.
Sae, recovering, was pulled closer; Seiran guided her mouth to his balls, her lips and tongue worshipping as he fucked the others. "Don't stop," he ordered, his voice gravelly with control. He switched positions fluidly: Haruno now bent over the armrest, taken from behind with sharp slaps to her ass; Reiko on her knees, throat deep around him as he face-fucked her with measured thrusts; Sae flat on her back, legs over his shoulders for maximum depth, his hand around her throat again, intensifying her submission.
The air filled with their individual cries—Reiko's refined whimpers, Haruno's breathless pleas, Sae's choked moans—all orchestrated by Seiran's unrelenting dominance. He claimed each in turn, spilling inside Reiko first, then pulling out to coat Haruno's back, and finally thrusting into Sae once more, his release hot and possessive. Exhausted, they collapsed around him, bodies stacked in a heap of surrender: Haruno draped across his chest, Reiko curled at his side, Sae nestled against his thigh—each marked, each owned, under his absolute command.
The Secret Conference Room
"Did it work?"
A big landlord came forward to ask with great interest.
The head of the Chitanda Family looked strange and didn't know how to respond.
He knew what the landlord was asking: Was the Yukinoshita family successful?
Judging from the clearing sky and the dissipation of the pressure, it was obviously successful.
But why didn't Reiko Yukinoshita come out yet?
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the Chitanda Head understood the style of the new God.
Loyal to desire.
If he is loyal to desire, then the "sugar-coated bullets" of the powerful will have their place. In any case, this was a good thing for the elite families.
"And… this person's preferences are quite simple," Superintendent Kiyonaga Matsumoto said, his face filled with a relaxed smile. He looked cheerful while reporting to the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters.
Good things.
It was indeed a good thing.
Unlike the intransigent Grandma Mitsue, Seiran Mizunotsuki was loyal to his desires, so there was room for the powerful to intervene. He liked to play with women.
Which powerful person doesn't have multiple mistresses?
So Matsumoto was excited. His excitement even infected many high-level officials in the secret room.
Including the highest official of the Metropolitan Police Department, Superintendent General Hakuba. They all showed relieved smiles.
However, while he was relieved, Hakuba was also a little anxious.
The Yukinoshita family succeeded.
Sae Chabashira (and by extension, the Suzuki family) also succeeded.
But the Metropolitan Police Department hadn't even seen the person's face yet.
The MPD wasn't suitable for a "Honey Trap." The beautiful women in the department were almost all serious police officers with a strong sense of justice. Asking them to flirt was obviously a waste of talent.
"No, Director Hakuba, you are probably mistaken."
Another MPD boss, Toshio Moroboshi (Deputy Superintendent General), looked over with a sly smile.
"How so?"
"Of course, our Metropolitan Police Department will not do anything that would dishonor the badge. But… how important is Mr. Mizunotsuki?"
Moroboshi spread his hands.
"Don't we need to worry about his safety? The MPD will never allow any accidents to happen to the 'Proud Child of Japan' that finally appeared! Therefore, I propose that Miwako Sato be assigned as the Personal Guard of Mr. Mizunotsuki!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire secret room fell silent.
Even Inspector Megure looked at this top boss with thick eyebrows and big eyes with a look of hesitation.
'No.'
'Are you usually so shameless!?'
Guard?
A "Guard" for his bed?
I, Juzo Megure, am ashamed to be associated with Toshio Moroboshi!
Then, Megure raised his right hand, solemnly and righteously rebuking him.
"I agree! But I have another candidate to recommend! Yumi Miyamoto! This police officer is also… well, I mean, she is agile! Agile enough to protect Lord Mizunotsuki!"
Superintendent Matsumoto's forehead veins popped out.
Sato Miwako was reasonable. She was a senior officer in the Criminal Investigation Division, with great combat skills and sharp observation. She was barely qualified to serve as a guard for a VIP.
But Miyamoto Yumi… she is just a Traffic Cop!
Traffic Police!!
How skilled are traffic police!? How "agile" does she need to be!?
In an instant, almost all the senior officials fixed their eyes on Superintendent General Hakuba. Whether they could act depended on him.
Director Hakuba did not reject the proposal.
Because it was acceptable in name.
It was just sending guards to protect Seiran. Whether they cultivated feelings between men and women depended on themselves. He would not force these female officers to do things that violated their justice. If both parties were willing, he wouldn't control it.
After all, this was just an excuse for the MPD to win over Seiran.
It was better to have a relationship via a guard than to do nothing—especially seeing that the Suzuki Zaibatsu had come from behind to secure a massive win.
Just moments ago, he received the list of heirs announced by the Suzuki Zaibatsu.
Ayako Suzuki.
Sonoko Suzuki.
And… Sae Chabashira.
God knows how delicate the feelings of the dignitaries were when they saw that an outsider had received inheritance rights to the Suzuki Zaibatsu.
Those who didn't know the context regarded it as a joke.
Those who knew were confused by the operation. The Suzuki Zaibatsu was willing to spend so much capital—so why couldn't the Metropolitan Police Department?
Therefore, in the smoke-filled secret room, Director Hakuba approved Moroboshi's proposal.
Seeing that the boss had this tendency, the subordinates didn't even want to pretend anymore. They started arguing with red faces, talking over each other.
"I propose! My Traffic Department's Naeko Miike is also a rare and excellent police officer! It is just right to send her to be the guard of Lord Mizunotsuki!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
The Chief of the Nagano Prefectural Police immediately got angry and slammed the table, spittle flying.
"How can the Traffic Department provide security!? I propose! I, Yui Uehara from Nagano Prefecture, have solved many criminal cases! She deserves to be the security guard of His Excellency!"
"Shit!! I propose! My sister…"
"Let go! Let go!! I want to propose! The outstanding female police officers in Chiba Prefecture are all capable people!"
"Don't stop me! I'm going to beat this brat to death today! Why is it that only the Metropolitan Police Department north of Kanto can participate? Do we deserve to be treated coldly!?"
"Megure! Megure, come and help!"
Inspector Megure decided not to go up and make trouble.
Wiping the spit off his face expressionlessly, Juzo Megure looked at the superiors who were fighting in the secret room, literally hitting below the belt…
Anyway, he thought, my faction has already got a quota with Yumi. Not bad.
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