"Impossible! Something like that is simply impossible..."
Hearing that her husband harbored predatory feelings for her daughter, Kasumi's first instinct was denial. She thought this boy was talking nonsense just to destroy her family. Even if there was no blood relation, they were still father and daughter!
However, faced with Alex's absolute certainty, Kasumi's heart raced. A dark, sinking premonition took root—a mix of feminine intuition and perhaps half-forgotten memories of odd glances she had ignored.
"Kasumi-san, come with me and see for yourself."
Despite her verbal denial, Kasumi's eyes and feet followed Alex obediently. He led her to the kitchen doorway, where they leaned against the frame to peek into the living room.
Following his gaze, she saw her husband sitting in his armchair with the newspaper. To an outsider, it looked normal, but with Alex's warning echoing in her mind, the beautiful MILF noticed the details she had missed.
Her husband wasn't paying any attention to the fact that his wife was alone in the kitchen with a teenage boy. Instead, his eyes were darting restlessly over the top of the paper, fixed on Hazuki with a subtle, feverish intensity. That look was anything but paternal!
Splash!
Kasumi suddenly dried her hands and walked toward her husband.
Is the drama about to start? Alex watched with an excited expression, feeling zero guilt about breaking a home. Even without him, this family was a ticking time bomb.
"Honey..."
Seeing his curvaceous wife approach, the man quickly snapped his gaze back to the paper. "What is it, Kasumi? Do you... need help with something?"
"...Yes," Kasumi didn't explode. She smiled and nodded as usual. "I'm a bit busy. Could you put the laundry in the machine for me? It's just the clothes Hazuki changed out of; they're sitting in the basket."
"Sure thing."
The man agreed readily and went to the bathroom. Seeing the pile of clothes—all Hazuki's—he paused. He checked to make sure no one was looking, swallowed hard, and crept closer.
"This is Hazuki's..."
The small pieces of white fabric seemed to hold an infinite, corrupting magic. Once the valve of depravity is opened, it cannot be closed. He picked up his daughter's panties, smelling the lingering scent on them as his body flushed with heat.
Huff... huff...
Thinking he was alone, the man began to pant heavily. He had no idea his wife was standing just around the corner, watching his every disgusting move in silence.
"He... he actually..."
He really did have those filthy thoughts about Hazuki. The suspicions Kasumi had suppressed for years—the way he peeked at her after her bath, his constant attempts to be alone with her, his total lack of sexual interest in his own wife—it all slammed into her at once.
Kasumi felt like the world was spinning.
Alex smirked behind her. He hadn't even used his hypnotic powers; the husband was just naturally a depraved loser hiding behind a "decent" mask.
"But you can't blame him entirely," Alex whispered into Kasumi's soft ear. "If Hazuki hadn't been actively seducing her own father, he might not have crossed that line."
"What...?"
"Let's just say this whole house is a collection of freaks."
Well, except me, Alex thought. I'm not a freak; I'm just a simple, honest pervert.
"You said Hazuki is... seducing him? How is that possible?"
"Look at her. Do you really think your daughter is above that?"
"..."
Kasumi's face turned deathly pale, her eyes losing their luster. It was one thing for her husband to be a creep, but to be betrayed by her daughter as well... the pain was agonizing. She felt like a hollow shell. Unable to confront them, she dragged her numb body back to the kitchen.
Alex followed her, admiring the view of her swaying hips from behind. Seeing her vacant, "broken" expression, he grinned and suddenly reached out, planting his hand firmly on her plump, rounded buttocks.
The rich, firm flesh jiggled under his touch. Kasumi's body shuddered, and her eyes regained a spark of life—fueled by shame and shock. "Alex-kun, you..."
He wasn't even pretending anymore. He was just groping her.
"You're so pitiful, Ma'am. A twisted daughter, a twisted husband... a twisted home. You're the only normal person here, living in a lie for so long..." Alex kneaded her ass as he spoke.
"Why... why are you telling me this? What do you want?" she hissed through gritted teeth.
"I can't bear to see you suffer. A woman as gentle, kind, and beautiful as you... it would be a tragedy if you were corrupted by this environment." Alex moved behind her, his hands sliding from her hips to her slender waist.
Kasumi trembled. A tragedy? What does he mean? We just met today... does he want me? But...
Her mind was a chaotic mess. The "bad hands" didn't stop, sliding around her waist to her front. Kasumi suddenly realized she was pinned in the boy's embrace, overwhelmed by his masculine scent. As she tried to struggle, he breathed into her ear.
"Because I want to save you, Kasumi-san~"
Nngh—
Her body went weak at his words. The combination of her emotional devastation and his bold advance sapped her will to resist. She could only lean back into him, letting his hands wander over her belly, her stomach, and then higher.
"No... Alex-kun, don't... this is wrong... You say you want to save me, yet you're... forcing me like this..."
"Because you're too beautiful. You're like a succubus, driving me crazy."
"...Even if you say that..."
Kasumi bit her lip. His words made her heart flutter with a forbidden joy, but her conscience screamed. Still, his hands were relentless. It felt like a thousand ants were crawling over her skin, sending waves of heat through her. When his fingers finally reached her massive, balloon-like breasts and squeezed them hard, she let out a strangled whimper.
"Nnngh—!"
He was doing it. Alex, her daughter's friend... was actually fondling her.
"Do you really hate it? Your body seems to be enjoying it. You want it, don't you?" Alex didn't let go, his fingers sinking deep into the soft mounds of her cleavage.
"No... don't say it..."