Ten minutes later, Masha appeared in the living room after returning from her mother's room.
"Ren-kun, the preparations are complete. You can come now." She called out to Ren, who was sitting on the living room sofa.
Below, Alya was kneeling, her head resting between his thighs. Upon hearing her big sister's voice, she lifted her face, her lips glistening and wet.
"Finally, it's ready." Ren sounded a little impatient. He patted Alya's head gently, signaling for her to stop. "I wonder what surprise Auntie Akemi has prepared for me. I hope it's worth my wait."
Standing up, he casually zipped up his pants, which were previously open.
"Gulp... Bitter."
Frowning, Alya forced herself to swallow the thick, warm white fluid still on her tongue. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, cleaning the remaining fluid and a few strands of pubic hair that had stuck to them. Then, she stood up and followed Ren and Masha to the second floor.
Upon arriving in front of her mother's room, Masha turned with a meaningful smile.
"This Is it. I'm sure Ren-kun will love it. Now, let's start the countdown. 3... 2... 1!"
As Masha pushed the open door to the room, the sight that was presented made Ren's blood immediately boil.
In the middle of the room stood Akemi. She was wearing a cheongsam that was... very inappropriate.
The fiery red silk material was so thin and tight, wrapping every curve of her sexy body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The slit on the side was cut very high, almost to her waist, showing off almost the entire length of her smooth legs and parts of her white thighs.
The chest part of the cheongsam was cut very low and heart-shaped, revealing the cleavage of her plump breasts and exposing her areolas. The golden dragon pattern embroidered on the fabric only added to the vulgar and provocative impression.
The design was so obscene that even a professional prostitute might hesitate to wear it.
Akemi's jet-black hair was styled in a high bun with a tasseled hairpin, highlighting her long neck. The light makeup on her face—powder, blush, and red lipstick—made her look ten years younger and radiated a fatal aura of maturity.
"Masha told me that Rokuhara-kun likes Chinese culture." Akemi said in a low voice, her cheeks flushed scarlet with extreme embarrassment.
At 42 years old, she never thought she would wear such a vulgar outfit, not even during the most passionate beginnings of her marriage. At most, she had only worn relatively conservative lingerie.
Now, for the sake of her future son-in-law, she stood in an outfit that made her feel like a different person. This was the most embarrassing moment of her life.
"So, I'm cosplaying in a cheongsam just for you. What do you think? Do I look good?"
"Auntie is very beautiful!" Ren praised, and this time, his compliment sounded very sincere and full of admiration.
"After all this, you're still calling me auntie?" Akemi teased shyly, lowering her head.
Ren smiled. "Akemi."
"Mm." Akemi answered softly, her heart beating fast.
Stepping closer, Ren wrapped his arms around Akemi's slender waist and pulled her into his embrace. As he felt the softness of this middle-aged woman's body in his arms, he began to slightly understand why so many people were crazy about MILFs.
MILFs have their own charm—a combination of maturity, experience, and vulnerability that makes them feel so... special.
"This is the first time I've seen Mom with an expression like that. Maybe Dad never made Mom show her hidden lewd side, did he?"
The sight in front of Alya's eyes felt both surreal and disturbing. Seeing the man who had gotten her pregnant, Ren, now being intimate with her own mother, Akemi, in front of her, created a complex feeling in her heart.
Instinctively, she felt that there was something wrong with this sight, but that doubt was quickly drowned out by the subtle influence Ren radiated, making her accept the situation as a given.
Next to her, Masha actually looked excited, her mind already drifting to the future.
"If Mom gets pregnant with Ren-kun's child, the hierarchy will be a mess, right? Will the child be our sibling, or our child, since they're from the same man? Ugh, just thinking about it makes my head spin..."
"..."
Hearing her eldest daughter's babble, Akemi immediately hid her burning red face in Ren's chest. The extreme shame made her unable to look at her two daughters.
"Don't think about things that haven't happened yet. Don't forget, I'm a Campione. The chances of getting an ordinary woman pregnant are quite low."
"Ren-kun said that to me too before. And look what happened? I'm pregnant."
"..."
Ren was silent. He couldn't refute Alya. Her pregnancy was clear proof that his Campione status was not an absolute guarantee. It was like winning the jackpot in a lottery, and he happened to win it.
"That was... a coincidence. The next one won't happen. Maybe."
The word "maybe" at the end of his sentence sounded weak, even to himself. Ren wasn't sure if having sex with Akemi tonight would result in another pregnancy. He could only leave this matter to fate, something he rarely did.
"By the way, Masha, you prepared everything well." Ren praised, quickly changing the topic.
His eyes looked at several high-quality cameras that had been installed in the room. This room, which was supposed to be the Kujou couple's bedroom, had been transformed into a private film set.
"Hmhm~ it's a small matter. You can rely on me more, Ren-kun." Masha answered proudly, patting her chest. She didn't feel there was anything strange about her new role as a cameraman for her own mother's intimate scene.
Ren then looked at Akemi, who was still hiding her face. He whispered words into the trembling woman's ear,
"Tonight, you're mine, Akemi."
"Mm. Please be gentle, darling~ ❤️." Akemi replied with a trembling voice full of shame, using the affectionate term for a husband that she was directing not at her husband but at her son-in-law.
With an easy motion, Ren lifted Akemi's body in a bridal carry, as if she were a bride being carried to the wedding bed.
His steps were firm towards the large bed in the middle of the room—the bed that was supposed to be a place for Akemi and her husband to share affection, but tonight would become a stage for planned betrayal and perversion.
Masha and Alya could only watch, with mixed feelings, as the man they both 'loved' carried their mother onto the bed, beginning a new chapter in their complicated relationship.