Chapter 10: The Arrival of Aunt and Cousin.
After finishing breakfast and washing my hands, I heard a knock on the door followed by soft murmurs from the other side.
Mom, who was tidying up the plates, immediately lit up with a cheerful smile. She set the plates down quickly and walked to the door, opening it while saying warmly,
"Come in."
I stood near the table, watching the two figures enter with intense curiosity.
The most eye-catching one was the woman beside my mother. I instantly guessed she was the aunt Mom had mentioned earlier that morning.
She had a strikingly beautiful face — the kind that made you look twice. Her features were about thirty to forty percent similar to Mom's, but with a clear difference: Mom looked soft and gentle, while Aunt carried a seductive, teasing aura, highlighted by a small beauty mark at the corner of her lips.
She looked around forty, yet her skin was still firm and radiant, even healthier than many girls in their twenties. Her body was tall with bold, eye-catching curves.
The tight dress she wore was similar to Mom's, but cut a little lower at the chest, revealing a deep, tempting valley between her massive breasts. If Mom was an F-cup, Aunt's had to be at least a G-cup or even bigger. They were full and heavy, swaying gently with every step she took.
Below, the dress struggled to contain her plump, rounded ass — every bit as impressive as Mom's.
Her seductive appearance made me swallow hard without realizing it. My throat suddenly felt dry.
But when I shifted my gaze to the person beside her, a completely different shock hit me.
This cousin of mine… didn't look like a good guy at all.
His appearance screamed "antagonist" — exactly like the kind of character you'd find in the netorare doujins I used to read. Dark skin, tall and muscular build, with shoulder-length golden-blond hair. His posture was confident, shoulders broad and arms clearly toned from heavy physical work.
'This cousin… he's not going to be the netorare villain in my life, right?' The uneasy thought flashed through my mind.
Aunt entered first, followed closely by my cousin.
Mom greeted them with a wide smile, while I stood frozen in place, trying to hide the growing tension in my chest.
"Come here for a hug!"
Mom stepped forward and pulled my blond cousin straight into her chest with warm affection. Her soft, full breasts pressed firmly against him, squishing slightly and jiggling from the contact.
What shocked me more was that my cousin didn't hesitate for even a second.
His hands slid down casually and openly grabbed Mom's plump ass, squeezing it slowly like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Mm… you've gotten taller, Asta," Mom murmured softly with a light laugh, her hand gently stroking his back.
My cousin — apparently named Asta — grinned widely as he rubbed his face into the deep cleavage of Mom's breasts, his nose almost disappearing between them.
"It's been so long since Aunt hugged me like this," he said in a low, slightly husky voice. His fingers continued to knead Mom's ass with small, shameless movements. "Aunt's ass is still so soft… feels amazing to touch."
I wanted to say something. I wanted to protest. I wanted to shout, "What the fuck is this?!" But the words stuck in my throat. I could only stand there stiffly, watching unwillingly as my own mother was groped so openly and casually by someone else.
The obvious jealousy burning in my eyes didn't go unnoticed. Aunt noticed it right away. She gave a thin, playful smile, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
Without a word, she stepped closer with deliberately seductive movements, her hips swaying gently.
"Aww… why is my handsome nephew making such a sour face?" she cooed softly.
She pulled me straight into her warm, massive chest. Her heavy G-cup breasts smothered my face, the incredible softness of her flesh nearly taking my breath away. A sweet scent of honey and cinnamon enveloped me.
Without thinking, I did exactly what Asta had done moments ago. Both my hands rose and squeezed Aunt's thick, juicy ass.
My fingers sank deep into the incredibly soft and elastic flesh, like pressing into warm, fresh dough.
'So fucking bouncy…' I thought, my breath hitching. Her ass was far fuller and more responsive than I had imagined. Every squeeze made the flesh jiggle and spring back perfectly.
Aunt chuckled softly above my head, her voice trembling with amusement. "That's better… don't just stand there stiffly. Aunt has missed being hugged by this grown-up Leon of hers."
She deliberately pressed her body even closer, pushing her huge breasts harder against my face.
Beside us, Mom was still wrapped in Asta's arms. I could hear her soft, breathy moans as he squeezed her ass more boldly than before.
The once quiet room was now thick with a strange, heated atmosphere.
Burning jealousy, confusion, and — to my own shame — a growing arousal swirled inside me all at once.
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