After leaving the convenience store, Ren casually threw the newly bought box of condoms into a trash can.
This thoughtless act made Masha immediately pout. Without a second thought, she jabbed her finger into Ren's side as a form of complaint.
"Ren-kun didn't need that at all, did he? You just wanted to see our embarrassed reactions, didn't you?"
"Hmph!"
A short snort came from Alya, who was walking on Ren's other side. Although not a single word came out, her flushed cheeks and the way she looked away were enough to prove that the silver-haired girl was also annoyed at being made a joke of.
"Yeah. I admit, it was just to satisfy a wild idea of mine." Ren answered without any guilt, even looking a little proud.
"Huuu... Your personality is really bad, Ren-kun. Why did I fall in love with a man like you? Maybe the saying that love is blind is true." Masha complained with a dramatic sigh.
She was completely unaware that the feeling of love she and her sister felt was actually a result of Ren's hypnosis. Initially, their crushes were on Masachika.
"Ren-kun, please don't do things like this again. I beg you." Alya pleaded in a serious voice. "If any of our schoolmates saw what happened, it would really damage our reputation."
As someone who aspired to be the next Student Council President, Alya was very protective of her image.
Hearing that, Ren's brows furrowed. "Alya, are you serious about running for Student Council President?"
"Mm. Is there a problem?" Alya replied, a little surprised by his change in attitude.
"Cancel that intention. I won't allow you to run for Student Council President."
"Why?!"
Alya's steps came to a sudden halt. She looked at Ren with a shaken face.
Becoming the Student Council President had been her goal since she became a high school student. Now, she was suddenly asked to bury her dream. Although she was under the influence of hypnosis, her subconscious mind rebelled.
"The Student Council's job is hard. You and Masha are already so busy with various student and school matters just as members. The burden of a Student Council President would be much greater."
Stopping for a moment, Ren reached out and placed his hand on Alya's stomach, which was still flat but would soon grow bigger as her pregnancy progressed.
"Don't forget, you're pregnant. Pregnant women need a lot of rest. You don't want something bad to happen to our child, do you? Like... a miscarriage."
"..."
Alya opened her mouth, wanting to argue that she was strong, that she could manage her time. However, the words got stuck in her throat. The thought of the still-vulnerable fetus in her womb made her heart shrink.
Her expression of resistance melted away, replaced by obedience. Finally, she nodded slowly.
"Alright. I'll listen to you. For the upcoming Student Council election, I will not participate."
Her eyes shifted to her big sister's stomach, which was also carrying Ren's child. For a moment, an odd thought crossed her mind.
(This... our situation... is this normal?)
However, Alya immediately pushed that thought away. Their love for Ren was what mattered most. Everything else felt irrelevant.
With the atmosphere a little darker but back to calm, the three of them continued their walk home to the Kujou House, with the lengthening shadows of the afternoon sun accompanying their steps.
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"I'm back, mom."
Opening the door to her house, Masha entered with a cheerful expression as if everything were normal. Her voice echoed in the warm, clean living room.
"Welcome home, Masha, Alya, Rokuhara-kun. You've come at the perfect time. Dinner is ready; let's eat first before we start the oyakodon."
Akemi came to greet them with a warm, sincere smile. Still wearing a small floral-patterned apron, she presented the perfect picture of a virtuous wife and a good mother.
The delicious aroma from the kitchen made the atmosphere feel even more familiar and comfortable.
Unfortunately, the married woman did not know that she would be corrupted tonight by a scumbag who deserved to go to hell for his sins.
"Good evening, Auntie Akemi."
With a polite demeanor, Ren accepted the slippers that Alya had fetched for him. After taking off his shoes, he followed the women to the dining room.
The dinner menu on the table was an interesting mix of Japanese and Russian dishes, reflecting the Kujou family's heritage.
"..."
Dinner was solemn and relatively quick.
The conversation was light, mostly led by Masha about school activities.
Alya was mostly quiet, occasionally stealing glances at Ren and her own stomach, as if still thinking about the decision not to run for student council president.
"I'll go shower first. Masha, Alya, you two wash the dishes."
After finishing dinner, Akemi instructed her two daughters gently before getting up from her seat.
"Okay, Mom." Masha and Alya answered almost simultaneously.
While the two girls started to clear the table, Ren remained in his chair with a slight smile spreading across his face. His eyes watched Akemi's figure as she turned and walked towards the bathroom.
(As expected of a MILF in an anime world. The quality is much higher than middle-aged women in my previous life.)
Ren remembered the MILFs in his old world, who generally already showed signs of aging and often took less care of their appearance.
Meanwhile, despite having given birth to two children who were now teenagers, Akemi was still very well-maintained, looking like a woman in her early twenties.
(I thank whatever entity made me reincarnate into this world, even if it's Nyarlathotep or Cthulhu.)
For Ren, this world was a perfect playground to satisfy all his wildest desires. And tonight, he was going to pick one of the most forbidden fruits.
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Soon after, the sound of the shower stopped. Akemi came out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel loosely wrapped around her body. Water was still dripping from the ends of her wet hair.
"Rokuhara-kun, please wait a little longer. Auntie will get dressed in something special for you."
"Really? Alright, I'm looking forward to it."
Ren licked his lips, which suddenly felt dry. His eyes never left Akemi's figure as she walked up the stairs to her room, her curves clearly visible through the thin towel.
"Your gaze is so lewd, Ren-kun. Any woman would feel disgusted to be looked at like that by a man."
Alya, who had just returned to the living room after finishing the dishes, immediately frowned. She disliked the way Ren was looking at her mother with such an indecent gaze.
"That's not quite right, Alya-chan." chimed in Masha, who suddenly appeared from behind Ren. Her hands expertly began to massage Ren's shoulders.
"A look like that is only disgusting if it comes from a man who has no romantic relationship with the woman being looked at. On the contrary, for a woman, being looked at with so much desire by the man she loves is a compliment... an acknowledgment that she is still very attractive."
"That's—"
Alya wanted to argue, feeling that her sister's logic was wrong.
"Enough." Ren cut in with a firm but flat voice, stopping the debate that was about to happen.
"There's no need to argue over trivial matters like this. Alya, use the saliva in your mouth to lubricate me. So that it goes into your mother more smoothly later."
"Haaa... Do men really only think with their crotches?"
Alya complained with a sour face, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a little annoyance. Even so, her body had already moved obediently.
Under Masha's gaze, who only smiled, Alya slowly knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa where Ren was sitting.
The living room lamp created long shadows. With a face still filled with a mix of reluctance and obedience, Alya bent down. Her head slowly disappeared from view, hidden behind Ren's lap as he sat on the sofa.
Only faint sounds could be heard—the sound of slightly hitched breaths and a low sigh that escaped Ren's mouth. His eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation Alya was providing.
Masha's hands continued to massage his shoulders, and every now and then, she would give a meaningful glance to her unseen sister, as if giving her encouragement or perhaps a silent instruction.
Alya's position, kneeling and bent over under the low coffee table, made her almost invisible, like a secret happening beneath a calm surface.
Although her movements were initially stiff, they slowly became more accustomed, following the rhythm desired by the man who had completely taken over her life and her family's.