Ding dong——
Ding dong——
"Coming, coming — it's Mu-kun, right?" The red-haired senior sister ran downstairs, only to see her mother in an apron already opening the door, welcoming Mu Xiaoxiao inside with a beaming smile.
"..."
Obata Yui pouted, a little deflated.
"Mu-kun, welcome. I heard you were coming and specially prepared a big dinner." Seeing the boy she'd been longing for, Mrs. Natsumi's heartbeat quickened. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Mu Xiaoxiao without blinking, completely missing the resentful look from her daughter behind her. "Just wait a bit — it'll be ready soon."
"Ma'am, you're too kind. You don't need to go to all this trouble every time. A simple meal is fine," Mu Xiaoxiao said with a smile, slipping into the slippers she'd placed before him.
"How could I do that? Mu-kun is an important person to our family. We have to treat you well." At the word "treat," Mrs. Natsumi's cheeks flushed — clearly remembering how enthusiastically she'd "treated" him before.
Thinking of those embarrassing scenes, the married woman's body grew warmer... Why couldn't she control herself the moment she saw him?
As they say: thirties like wolves, forties like tigers. That must be what young wives go through. Before, Mrs. Natsumi had been a proper, well-behaved wife — but once that switch flipped, there was no turning it off.
It was already a struggle not to pounce on him.
Well... almost. Mrs. Natsumi used the act of arranging his slippers to bend over, giving Mu Xiaoxiao a clear view of the delicate white scenery peeking from her neckline.
But he remained unmoved, leaving the married woman a little disappointed.
When she looked up, Mu-kun was standing just half a step away — so close the beautiful lady could smell the youthful energy radiating from him. She'd caught his unique scent many times before.
They say a woman's fragrance can stir a man's hormones, but the reverse was just as true. The boy's scent made Mrs. Natsumi's already restless heart race even more.
She couldn't hold back.
Thinking about her relationship with Mu-kun... they'd already done that anyway. There was nothing shameful left between them. Fighting back her embarrassment, Mrs. Natsumi edged closer to him little by little.
The already narrow gap shrank under the married woman's shy initiative, until their bodies were nearly touching.
Mu Xiaoxiao only had to reach out to pull the young wife's mature, sexy form into his arms, to caress and taste her thoroughly — but instead, he shifted his body, avoiding her embrace.
"M-Mu-kun?"
"Mrs. Natsumi, please don't."
"..."
Obata Natsumi's face burned. Don't? He'd done everything to her just last weekend, and now he was playing innocent... This guy was too cruel!
What did he mean?
"Mu-kun, you promised my husband you'd take care of me..." Obata Natsumi reached for his arm. This time, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't dodge — he just looked at the flustered wife before him with an unreadable smile.
After a moment, the corner of his lips curled.
"Well, I did promise to take care of you. But ma'am, I didn't expect you to be the one making the first move. Aunt Natsumi is certainly attractive and beautiful, but coming on to me like this... to be honest, I'm a little disappointed."
I didn't think you were so opportunistic, Mrs. Natsumi.
His eyes said it clearly.
But Obata Natsumi looked confused. "Coming on to you? Mu-kun, what are you talking about?"
Hmm?
Mu Xiaoxiao met her bewildered gaze, then looked past her to her daughter. Obata Yui happened to be walking over and had caught part of their conversation. "Mu-kun, I didn't tell my mother about that."
"Eh? Yui-senpai didn't tell Mrs. Natsumi about my ability?"
Ah, so I misunderstood.
Awkward. I thought she'd told Mrs. Natsumi about my power to give and take lifespan — but Yui-senpai didn't say a word.
"That's an important secret, isn't it? Of course I wouldn't tell anyone casually," Obata Yui said shyly, glancing at her mother. "Even if it's Mom."
"..."
Mrs. Natsumi stood there, dumbfounded. What were they talking about?
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At the dinner table, the Yamato Nadeshiko-like wife sat silently in her chair, utterly speechless. She'd just learned the whole story from her daughter — including the truth about Mu Xiaoxiao's ability.
Her mind had short-circuited.
"I thought Mrs. Natsumi was throwing herself at me to gain youth," Mu Xiaoxiao said, hands behind his head with a grin. "Looks like I misunderstood. Sorry about that."
"Which means... Mrs. Natsumi just wanted sex? How sentimental of you, Aunt Natsumi~"
Obata Natsumi wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. "I just... let's not talk about this. Mu-kun, do you really have that ability? Can you really restore my youth?"
"To be precise, I can grant you more lifespan. That includes the ability to stay young forever —"
Mu Xiaoxiao studied the young wife before him. Mrs. Natsumi was stunning — compared to her daughter Yui, she had that mature, full-bodied charm unique to married women.
And Aunt Natsumi had always been a beauty. A prime young wife like her was practically a boy-killer — anyone who saw her would want to become a wife thief.
Not only was she gorgeous, but the real experience was incredible too. Mu Xiaoxiao had enjoyed this wife's services firsthand. That mature flavor was irresistible — from any angle, she was perfect.
But you couldn't deny it: Mrs. Natsumi was in her thirties, on the edge of middle age. That kind of beauty wouldn't last forever. If you looked closely, you could spot fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
They were just hidden beneath makeup.
For a woman like her, rejuvenation... was like poison.
After hearing his words, Mrs. Natsumi's expression shifted. She didn't suspect Mu Xiaoxiao was lying. As incredible as it sounded, she believed him instantly — and she was... tempted.
"Forever young..."
The beautiful wife hesitated, struggling to speak. "I... um, Mu-kun, could I...?"
She was ashamed. She knew she had no right to ask Mu-kun for anything, but the temptation was too great — she couldn't help herself. When she met the boy's teasing gaze, Mrs. Natsumi's face grew hot and her eyes darted away.
"Mrs. Natsumi, I'm afraid I can't do that~" Mu Xiaoxiao crossed his arms and refused with a smile. "I promised your husband I'd take good care of you, but that's all."
He strolled around the living room, hands clasped behind his back. "Aunt Natsumi, you must understand — this kind of power is immense. And because it's so immense, it's precious. Not just anyone can obtain it."
With that, he walked up behind Obata Natsumi, taking in her graceful figure. Slowly stepping closer, he bent down and lowered his head near her ear. "Only my woman gets the rewards I bestow~"
Mrs. Natsumi trembled.
Mu Xiaoxiao reached out and touched her smooth cheek. "Mrs. Natsumi, if you want it, you'll have to become mine. My maid. My slave. My... possession~ Would you like that, Mrs. Natsumi?"
"..."
At that moment, Obata Natsumi's eyes flickered violently, her heart shaken to its core.