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"Huh, pervert, are you satisfied now?" Kushida's words were brutal as ever, her tone sharp, like she was staring at me as if I were some hentai protagonist that crawled straight out of the screen.
That was just how our relationship had been so far.
I honestly didn't care.
Instead of wasting time with her insults, I kept slapping her ass hard while pounding her from behind, filling her pussy over and over with my cum.
And now, after all that reckless fucking, she was carrying my child inside her womb.
My goal to impregnate three women in one go and reap all the rewards and benefits that the system had already delivered.
After finishing inside Kikyou, I casually fixed my half-open shirt and adjusted my trousers, pouring myself a glass of deep red wine, savoring the taste as I admired Kikyou fixing her messy hair and straightening her dress after our quick, rough fuck.
God knows how many times I had cum inside her, flooding her womb over and over again.
By now, her fertile body should've already conceived, carrying my seed deep within her.
The thought alone made me smirk.
"I do. Now sit, Kikyou. Let me love you more." I spoke with a smirk tugging at my lips as she rolled her eyes before straddling my lap.
I set the wine glass down on the desk beside me, ready for another round.
"I bet you're already hard again." She chuckled, teasing me as her ass rubbed against my cock hidden beneath my trousers, the friction making me twitch in response.
I didn't bother answering.
Instead, I let my actions speak.
My hands slid up her body, groping her breasts roughly from behind.
She gasped, moaning as my fingers slipped inside her dress, unhooking her bra, and kneading her soft tits with deliberate force.
I pulled her head back and captured her lips in a deep, messy kiss, devouring her mouth while squeezing her flesh mercilessly.
When the heat was about to consume us both, I suddenly pushed her away, making her stumble slightly.
She glared at me with dissatisfaction.
"Look who's in such a hurry, Kikyou-chan. I think you're even more of a pervert than me." I chuckled, teasing her with a smug grin.
"So what, pervert-kun? Do you even know the price of playing with me like this?" Her eyes darkened, lust and challenge mixing together as she narrowed her gaze at me.
"Try me then." I stared straight back into her eyes, not flinching, not breaking the tension, challenging her right back.
Without hesitation, she crashed her lips against mine, kissing me aggressively.
We tumbled onto the sheets again, her tongue fighting mine while our hands tore at each other's clothes, stripping down until nothing was left between us.
Flesh slapped against flesh as we collided once more, the sound of her moans echoing through the private villa I bought just for nights like this.
We kept fucking relentlessly, round after round, until midnight came.
At last, she collapsed in my arms, panting heavily, her body trembling from exhaustion.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she lay defeated against me, conquered by the relentless pounding of my cock, broken down by my unstoppable machine gun thrusts.
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Honami Ichinose's POV
Something had changed, something subtle yet enormous, and I couldn't even put my finger on what it was.
The world didn't give me a chance to process, didn't give me time to sit and think, because suddenly a man appeared before us, a man who called himself our grandfather.
A grandfather I never imagined even existed in my vocabulary, let alone my life.
Mother never once mentioned him. She never said anything about distant relatives, let alone a grandfather figure lurking somewhere in the background. For me, family was mother, brother, sister, and nothing else. That was the boundary of my world.
Yet there he was, standing in our home, declaring that we were his grandchildren.
My mind couldn't wrap itself around it. How was I supposed to accept a stranger suddenly claiming blood ties, claiming to be family, as if words alone were enough to rewrite history?
Even when he explained, even when he laid out his story that our mother had been deceived by our scumbag father were the reason we grew up separated and struggling, I couldn't just swallow it. No matter how smooth his explanation was, no matter how logical it sounded, my gut screamed that it was impossible to take his words at face value.
What unsettled me more than anything was my brother.
He sat there with such composure, calmly accepting the fact.
He behaved as though this revelation was nothing extraordinary.
But, brother… this is not normal.
I wanted to question him. I wanted to demand an explanation, to ask what was going through his mind, to shake him until he showed me that he was disturbed just as much as I was.
Why did he accept it so easily? Why didn't he show any resistance? Yet, no words left my lips.
They stuck in my throat while breakfast continued as though nothing had happened.
The sound of chopsticks, the clink of bowls, the ordinary rhythm of eating, it all carried on without the faintest trace of disturbance.
The man who called himself as our grandfather didn't even stay long.
After introducing himself and acknowledging us, he declared my brother as the heir to his colossal company and his entire fortune.
Then he explained in a tone almost rehearsed that he wouldn't be living with us. He called it atonement. He called it punishment. Neglecting us was his sin, and now his way of "repaying" us was to give us wealth and security.
His vow was simple: we would live a good life, never work hard again, and enjoy the privileges of royalty.
And then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he left. He vanished as if he had never existed in the first place.
Mother, brother, his girlfriend, and our younger sister continued their lives as usual. Nothing in their demeanor changed.
But we? We weren't the same anymore.
Our entire status in the real world had shifted, completely.
Overnight, we were no longer some middle-class family. We had been catapulted into the upper class, not the kind of fake upper class you see in Korean dramas, but the real deal. No, even better. We weren't just rich. We were over-the-top rich.
Before, we lived in a villa where the so-called wealthy liked to cluster together, pretending to be kings and queens in their little glass cages.
Now?
Now even that looked like a shack compared to what was suddenly being handed to us.
Private islands that once felt like unreachable fantasies?
They were now ours to choose from, as casually as picking groceries off a shelf.
I was handed a credit card, stuffed with a staggering balance. Lists of private estates, mansions, and secluded islands were suddenly ours, gifts from this stranger who had forced himself into the role of grandfather.
Wealth and luxury were shoved into my hands like tokens meant to buy silence, meant to erase years of absence.
Every detail of it felt wrong.
And yet, everyone around me treated it as though it was natural, ordinary, unquestionable.
Why am I the only one who feels the distortion? Why am I the only one who cannot accept it?
I am utterly lost.
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-Arisu Sakayanagi- (Third POV)
Honami might have thought she was the only one who found everything strange, the only one who felt that what happened was not normal.
But she wasn't.
Arisu felt it too.
The difference was clear: unlike Honami, who wore her nervousness on her face and didn't dare to voice her doubts, Arisu remained calm, composed, almost unnervingly steady.
Behind those collected eyes, she analyzed the situation piece by piece, and in that silence, she reached a conclusion.
Her boyfriend knew something.
Honami couldn't understand it, couldn't stand his composure, and so she questioned it in her own heart.
Why was he so calm? Why didn't he flinch, why didn't he react?
But Arisu…
Arisu had already found her answer.
Her boyfriend had a hand in this. He wasn't just a passive piece caught in the storm, he was connected to it. Maybe even pulling the strings.
But how?
That was the question that lingered, the question she herself wanted to ask.
Yet she didn't.
Not now.
She knew better.
There was a time for answers, and this was not it.
So, the table remained quiet, yet heavy.
We continued our breakfast, each of us eating silently, each of us carrying our own private storm of thoughts.
Chopsticks moved, bowls emptied, but beneath the still surface, suspicion, unease, and unspoken truths swirled like currents no one dared to touch.
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