"I'm home—"
Elara had no idea how she made it back. The entire journey was a daze, a dizzying haze caused not just by Alex's potent impact but also by the sheer presence of Seraphina. God knows how she managed to endure the walk alongside the girl who had been standing guard outside the door—the very girl who had spied on her and Alex in the library.
She felt completely unable to face Seraphina.
It wasn't until she had bid farewell to Seraphina and saw the playful, knowing look in Alex's eyes that Elara finally sighed in relief. She then chased him, playfully fighting him all the way home, finally bringing an end to her awkward nerves.
Elara would get used to it soon enough, after all, they were all very close sisters now.
"You're back a little late tonight, Elara, but dinner is almost... Alex?"
Mrs. Summer was surprised when she came to greet her daughter. "Did you come home with us today, Alex?"
"What, am I unwelcome?"
"How could you ever be unwelcome, Alex? You are my Master, after all. I only wish my Master could come every day," Mrs. Summer replied, her eyes immediately growing wet and warm with desire, hinting at a bright, undulating spring. Unlike the younger girls, the captivating wife was in the prime of her desire; after days without her Master, Mrs. Summer's body felt utterly empty.
"Is that so? You want me?"
Alex slipped off his shoes and stepped closer, immediately hooking his arm around the beautiful wife's slender waist. His hand roamed over her sensationally curvaceous figure, feeling the amazing touch of her body and inhaling the alluring scent that emanated from her.
She truly was a bewitching temptress.
"Mmm..."
Mrs. Summer responded shyly yet boldly. Seeing her daughter still standing there, she quickly tried to pull away. "Oh, Elara is still here. I've already drawn the bath, so go get clean. Dinner will be a little while."
Alex let go of her. "Perfect. Elara, shall we bathe together?"
"Ugh, you just want to get up to mischief again," Elara mumbled. She was already used to the intimate exchanges between her mother and Alex and didn't feel a shred of jealousy. Hearing him suggest bathing together, she knew Alex's intentions were far from innocent. Thinking about the sheer amount of essence he had recently deposited inside her, and knowing what was coming next... Elara blushed, filled with nervous anticipation.
"By the way, Mom, isn't Dad home?"
"He's away on a business trip. He won't be home for a few days."
Mrs. Summer paused after speaking, a look of suggestive ambiguity spreading across her face.
"It looks like I'll have to make some extra nourishing food tonight," the wife thought, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze full of teasing expectation as she watched her daughter and Alex. Beyond the playful amusement, there was her own deep, burning desire.
She looked forward to the moment her Master would lavish his attention on her...
Watching her daughter and Alex enter the bathroom, she couldn't focus on her cooking. Perhaps it was because her husband was gone and they were being too wild, or perhaps it was her own desperate yearning for Alex's affection, but even from the kitchen, she could hear Elara's unrestrained cries and moans.
The usual repressed, muted gasps and screams were now bold, reckless, and frantic. Mrs. Summer could vividly imagine her daughter's appearance in the shower right now. She must be locked in fervent intimacy with her Master, her belly full and swollen from Alex's relentless squirts.
"Ugh... I want that, too. I envy Elara so much," Mrs. Summer thought, completely losing her focus on cooking. Absentmindedly swaying her hips, she realized her underwear had become soaked. Noticing her own acute arousal, the wife looked down at the wet material, paused, and then her eyes lit up... A bold, wicked plan came to mind.
When Alex emerged from the bathroom, he was wrapped only in a towel, which barely concealed the aesthetic and robust muscle tone of his torso. Since early that day—in the library, during gym class, at the girls' basketball club—Alex had been intimate with Elara and Seraphina countless times.
He was thoroughly satisfied, yet when he walked into the kitchen and saw the elegant woman preparing dinner, he was stunned...
The captivating and voluptuous body of Mrs. Summer, the beautiful wife, was utterly nude. Her fair, soft skin, her firm, bouncing breasts, her taut, slender long legs were completely exposed, covered only by a thin apron. Even with the covering, it failed to conceal the seductive aura that radiated from her.
Naked and apron-clad...
Alex was speechless.
"Mrs. Summer, is this for me?" Alex stammered, staring wide-eyed. His gaze traced the exposed curves of her body. The apron covered so little; most of her assets were laid bare for him, especially her perfectly shaped rear.
"Alex, don't you like it?" Mrs. Summer turned to him, giving him a playfully chiding look. She had dressed this way on purpose. Seeing the young man stare at her body, mesmerized, filled the married woman with quiet delight.
"Are you trying to tempt me?"
Alex walked over, his towel dropping to the floor. His hand immediately grabbed and fiercely squeezed the smooth, yielding flesh of her buttock.
"Mmm... Yes, I am trying to tempt you," she confessed. If the nude-apron-clad wife was intoxicating to Alex, he was equally poisonous to her. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets slid down his neck and collarbone, highlighting the beautiful, toned muscle definition of his chest and abdomen. His physique, far exceeding that of ordinary men, was simply perfect.
To Mrs. Summer, it was pure poison.
She was losing control. Watching his body and muscles, she swallowed hard. The wife couldn't help herself; she deliberately turned to the side, swaying her hips, exposing her beautiful, private parts completely to his view.
"Alex... Master..." Her eyes were suggestive, her body trembling, and a wet trail slid down her thigh. She desperately wanted him.
"Mrs. Summer, I love this outfit. But if you walk around like this, what if your husband saw you?" Alex narrowed his eyes, reaching up to gently stroke her jaw.
"I certainly wouldn't normally do this. But since he's on his business trip... I only do this for you, Alex," Mrs. Summer whispered, a hint of complaint in her voice.
Hearing this, Alex nodded, pleased. "Such a good girl. Then... let me give you a reward."
When Elara came downstairs, dressed and ready, she found Alex and her mother locked in battle right there in the kitchen. The girl blushed and hissed, "Alex, really... how many times has that been today?"
His body truly was monstrous.
As she thought this, she crept quietly behind them, watching the young man drive into her mother's voluptuous body. Elara's cheeks burned crimson. She hesitated for a few seconds, then crept up behind him and shyly stared at the connection point between the two.
She finally reached out and gently touched him.
Alex glanced back, unsurprised by her presence.
"E-Elara? Oh, ahh—" Mrs. Summer was sent into a dazed spin, her face a mask of intoxicating pleasure.
While both mother and daughter had experienced him in the bedroom, this was their first time engaging in intimacy in the living room and kitchen. Elara was curious, and Mrs. Summer found it incredibly stimulating.
"Elara, come here."
Elara shyly stood up, shedding her clothes. The girl pressed her ample breasts against his back, giving him a massage, then tilted her head back and kissed Alex passionately.
While simultaneously feeling the incredible suction and tight embrace from the married woman, he was holding and kissing the schoolgirl. Before long, the three of them were entwined in the frenzy of battle.