The name of the friend whose mother I wanted to fuck was Shouya Fujisawa.
Shouya was your typical pretty boy, frail, feminine-looking, and often bullied because of his timid personality.
Under normal circumstances, I would have never associated myself with someone like him. But who asked this dumbass's mother to be so beautiful?
A hot, mature woman, whose every frown and smile had the power to trap hearts.
Even someone like me, who had the mental age of over 100 and had seen more than his fair share of beauties, felt his dick ready to burst through his pants the moment I first saw her at my high school's parent-teacher meeting.
'I want to fuck this bitch.'
But since I was restricted by the system at the time, I could only play the long game and cook her slowly.
And so began my plan—starting by befriending Shouya, followed by gaining access to his home, which wasn't difficult at all considering his pushover personality.
All it took was a few kind words, a free lunch or two, and a slight hint before he invited me over to play video games.
That was the beginning.
From there on out, I became a regular presence in his home. And naturally, that meant more time around his mother, Ayaka Fujisawa.
I had everything going for me: looks, charm, a body trained from youth, and a fortune that might as well be defined as infinite.
Not to mention the passive ability given to me by the Lustbound Codex: [Carnal Charm]—an ability that could turn favorable impressions into affection, love, and ultimately, raw desire and lust. Given enough time, I could make even the most devout nun abandon her vows and crave me.
So it was no surprise that I attracted attention wherever I went, particularly from the opposite sex.
The same held true for Shouya's mother, Ayaka. The sexy, widowed MILF warmed up to me quickly, growing more and more fond of me as I spent time in her presence.
And as expected, soon enough, she began treating me like a family member, sometimes even more so than her own son, and her face would light up whenever I brought her gifts during my visits.
During these few years, I did everything I could do within my limits to raise her affection for me.
I sowed the seeds with every move, every visit, and every compliment.
'And today is the day I will finally reap the rewards and fuck that beautiful MILF.'
* * *
"Hey, Shouya. Come out and have a drink."
Since it was my birthday, I celebrated lightly with my mother at home before calling Shouya out for a drink.
Because of his frail body, Shouya had an exceptionally low alcohol tolerance and usually stayed away from booze. But tonight was different. Maybe he felt the occasion required it, or maybe being with me gave my "future stepson" a sense of security.
Either way, he didn't say no.
So we drank. And ate. And talked.
"Speaking of which," I said between bites, "I haven't seen your mom these days. No idea how she's doing lately."
"What else would she be doing?" Shouya rolled his eyes. "Mom just lounges around watching TV dramas and random videos all day, complaining about how she's put on a bit of weight. Now she's always wearing those clothes, doing yoga in the living room. Honestly, she's way too old for that. It's kind of embarrassing."
Shouya scratched his cheek, looking a bit sheepish.
But while he spoke without much thought, I listened intently and couldn't help but picture his mother in those tight-fitting yoga clothes, lifting her hips and twisting her waist, and I involuntarily swallowed.
Not wanting my thoughts to show on my face, I quickly composed myself, shook my head, and cleared my throat to change the subject.
"Ahem. Anyway, more importantly, what about that girl you liked? Did you confess to her?"
"Ah… that…" He chuckled awkwardly. "Let's save that story for another round. But I can say I've already hit home base."
"Home base? You?"
I shot Shouya a skeptical, almost condescending look, making his face turn bright red on the spot, and in embarrassment, he downed another shot, which sent both of us into a fit of laughter.
We kept joking, laughing, and drinking, the glasses piling up as the night wore on. Eventually, the stars took over the sky, and Shouya passed out cold.
I paid the bill and gave a subtle signal. One of my bodyguards, disguised as a regular bystander, picked him up, while another brought the car around.
Then we drove off… to Shouya's house.
Ding-dong!
After a short wait, the door was opened by Shouya's mother, who stood there and had her lips curled into a soft, sultry smile upon seeing me.
"You're here, Ren! Happy Birthday… This—"
However, the moment her eyes landed on her unconscious son slumped against me, and the sharp scent of alcohol reached her nose, she froze mid-sentence. For a second, her expression flickered with disappointment, maybe even anger.
But rather than ruin the mood on my birthday, she let it go. Instead of slapping Shouya awake, she helped me carry him to his room and lay him on the bed.
Once he was lying on the bed, she turned to me with a gentle smile, her voice full of warmth, almost like that of a Japanese porn actress.
"You boys really went all out, huh? Are you hungry? The food's almost ready."
"Of course. Didn't you promise to cook something good for me for my birthday? I am starving for your home-cooked meal."
My words seemed to wash away the last trace of frustration from her face. She brightened almost instantly.
"So you remembered the promise."
"How could I not? You're one of the most important people in my life, and I always keep my word to those I care about."
"You..."
Hearing such blunt words of affection from me, Aunt Ayaka blinked and opened her mouth but then fell silent, as if she didn't know what to say.
A light blush bloomed across her cheeks, and she ran back to the kitchen as I followed her out, sat down at the dining table, and watched her cook.
In fact, what I said was not wrong; I was really starving, and to eat Shouya's mother tonight… I mean her food; I didn't even eat much at home and didn't properly celebrate my birthday with my mother.
'To get something, you have to sacrifice something. I will make it up to Mom somehow later. Anyway, Mom also needs to feel my absence to get a better rebound in affection.'
While making evil plans for my mother in my heart, my gaze turned to Aunt Ayaka.
Looking at her long, silky black hair flowing down her shoulders, that subtly seductive smile resting on her tempting red lips, those enchanting peach-blossom eyes, and those perfectly curved-out hips, giving her ass a tight, perky shape, I felt my cock twitch in excitement.
Not to mention the translucent camisole clinging softly to her skin, exposing the delicate outline of a black lace bra that barely concealed the full curve of her breasts.
Her figure was plump and firm in all the right places, but she wasn't fat at all. On the contrary, she had a slender waist with a flat and toned stomach, clearly the result of long-term discipline and exercise.
Gulp.
I couldn't help but swallow hard as my eyes lingered on her plump, tempting buttocks.
My imagination began to spiral on its own, and suddenly I was overcome with the urge to hug her from behind, kiss her delicate collarbone, slip my hand under her suspender top, throw aside that black bra, and ravage her tight, full breasts to my heart's content.
She would certainly be startled and stiffen in surprise at my sudden advance, and her startled eyes would meet mine, only for me to tightly place one hand over her mouth, muffling her soft, desperate sounds, while my other hand would yank up her skirt.
How she would struggle in my grip like a frightened little bird, only to be pinned down, helpless against my strength, as I would push her black panties aside, part those perfect ass cheeks, and shove my hard cock deep into her wet, desperate pussy—
"Ahhhh…"
Overwhelmed by the size of my cock, she would helplessly moan uncontrollably.
Then I would start to move, slowly at first, then harder, faster, driving into her harder and harder, savoring the way the tight walls of her vagina felt with every thrust…
Just the thought of it made my cock throb even more, hard as iron, trying to tear through my jeans.