Tokyo, Japan's most advanced international metropolis. It was mid-August, and while the sweltering noon heat hadn't fully dissipated, the corporate slaves had already returned to their grind. In a luxury high-rise not far from the office buildings, the wealthy sat in air-conditioned comfort, complaining that this summer was hotter than the last.
In the penthouse of the Yoshida residence, Yuu Hoshimiya, as a visiting guest, didn't have the luxury of sitting still. While the air conditioner hummed, he was dripping with the sweat of his hard labor. Only the true mistress of the apartment, Sakurano Yoshida, had the privilege of lying back. But resting wasn't enough; she occasionally opened her mouth to direct Yuu's movements, guiding him to maximize her pleasure. With a young, inexperienced woman beneath him, completely at his mercy, Yuu found the hard work quite enjoyable.
He gripped Sakurano's slender shoulders and hoisted her into his arms. His powerful physique made lifting her feel like holding a child. His long, muscular arms wrapped around her willow-thin waist, squeezing her tightly against him. The sensation of her soft, boneless body against his chest forced a groan of satisfaction from his throat, and he crushed his lips against her red, inviting mouth.
Her lips were smooth, fragrant, sweet, and wet. Yuu felt his blood begin to boil. He moved his mouth forcefully, sucking and licking her rose-petal lips until he had them fully inside his mouth. His tongue swept inside, catching her tender little tongue and tangling them together in a messy, wet dance. He drank her sweet saliva greedily, while pumping his own back into her mouth until it filled her throat.
Kissed with such fiery passion, Sakurano felt a wave of shame. Her soft hands pushed feebly against Yuu's shoulders, trying to create space, but she couldn't budge him. As the kiss deepened, her body turned limp and numb, and her heart began to tremble. Her long-suppressed desire finally exploded. Between her blushes, sweet moans and heart-stirring whimpers began to leak from her throat uncontrollably.
"Ah—!"
Seeing Sakurano flushed with passion, Yuu's dark red pupils seemed to ignite. He pressed his mouth to hers again. This time, she didn't dodge; she began to respond clumsily. Her lips trembled as a mist clouded her charming eyes, making her look hazy and incredibly sexy. A single tear hung at the corner of her eye—it was hard to tell if it was from sorrow or joy.
Her breasts began to heave, looking fuller and firmer with every ragged breath. Despite her thin frame, being Ayumi's mother meant she was actually quite well-endowed. Her "no-yes" attitude only fueled Yuu's excitement.
He slid his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt, stroking the silky skin of her thighs before sliding his hand inside her panties. Sakurano's waist arched sharply, and her long, smooth legs clamped shut, trapping his wandering hand between her thighs.
"Mmm... Hoshimiya-kun... slower... it's too much..."
She was desperate. Half of her wanted it more than anything, while the other half was overwhelmed by the intensity, twisting her body in a struggle. Between the guilt, the shame, and the sheer thrill of betrayal, her legs remained tightly pressed together as her slender waist writhed.
"Are you sure you want me to go slow? Your body is starving..."
Sakurano endured his verbal teasing with a burning face, her white hands pushing against his broad shoulders as she tried to retreat. She attempted to keep his fingers from penetrating too deeply into her soaking wet, tender "Peach Blossom Cave" that felt as tight as a virgin's. But as time passed, her body's hunger won out. Her strength failed, and her resistance grew weaker. Yuu tightened his hold, pressing her firm, heaving breasts hard against his chest.
"Nngh..."
Sakurano let out a soft cry, feeling breathless. The masculine scent of Yuu filled her senses, reaching deep into her heart. Yuu felt her fragrant breath against his skin. Even through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could feel the hard peaks of her nipples poking against him.
With a surge of heat, Yuu bent down. Ignoring her struggles, he cupped her bottom and threw the helpless little wife onto the wide bed, pinning her down with his body. He leaned over, raining hungry kisses on her. He sucked on her tender, crystalline earlobes and devoured her soft red lips. The starved young woman kept her eyes shut, silently enduring it, though her body convulsed with tremors whenever his hot, wet tongue flicked against her sensitive ears.
After a few moments of kissing, Yuu moved down and grabbed her feet. The enticing black stockings felt exquisite. He toyed with her toes and arches as if handling a piece of precious warm jade.
Slowly, he peeled the stocking off one of her delicate white feet. One foot in black silk, one foot bare—the contrast was incredibly erotic. He rubbed her foot against his face, the smooth, cool skin heightening his lust. Since she hadn't left the house all day, her feet carried only the faint scent of the stockings. Yuu extended his tongue and began to "taste" her. He took each crystalline toe into his mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling them like a child with a piece of candy.
His tongue traced the curve of her arch up to her smooth ankle, then continued up her calf. With both hands, he gripped her soft, fragrant feet and slowly pried her long, shapely legs apart.
Sakurano eventually tried to pull back, unable to handle the ticklish, numbing sensation on her feet, but Yuu's left hand held her fast while his right began to strip her. She was relieved when her feet were released, only to feel a chill on her chest. She realized that, except for her bra, she was completely naked. Her pearly, snow-white body lay exposed before him.
Yuu's eyes were glued to her. Her pink bra was semi-transparent with lace edges, perfectly framing her delicate shoulders and high, firm breasts. Like her choice to wear stockings alone at home, this provocative lingerie proved she had long since become a closeted, sex-starved woman.
"Hoshimiya-kun... please... be gentle..."
She writhed on the bed. Even though she had initiated this, the reality of the moment made her heart race with nerves. Yuu pressed down on her again, his hands stroking her back before snapping the clasp of her bra. He pulled the straps down her arms, and her full, trembling snow-peaks burst free. The pink areolas were exposed, leaving only the buds partially hidden by the lingering lace.
It was a rare sight—the fullness of a mature woman combined with the delicacy of a girl. Yuu began to massage the inner part of her thighs, moving his hand toward her panties. He pressed his middle finger against the mound of her "Hidden Garden," rubbing in circles. It was soft and incredibly warm. He could tell her panties were already drenched. This was true hunger.
He slid his fingers inside the waistband of her stockings and panties, feeling the sparse, silky hair and the slick wetness. He toyed with her clitoris, teasing her labia with patient, deliberate strokes. He wanted to explore every inch of this inexperienced housewife, ensuring she would never forget him and making the "Fate Chain" easier to establish later.
As his thumb and forefinger parted her tender petals to touch the sensitive nub inside, Sakurano's body began to thrash. Once he was sure he hadn't missed a spot, he moved to the narrow entrance. He tested it with a finger—it was incredibly tight but slippery with excess nectar.
Deciding it was time, he pulled his finger out, stripped off her soaked panties, and discarded his own "armor." Two people who had met less than thirty minutes ago were now completely naked and ready to become one.
"That... how can it be so big..." she gasped, her eyes wide with terror. "I'll break..."
Yuu chuckled. "This is as small as it gets, and it'll only get bigger. Don't worry, you'll handle it."
"No, impossible... are you even human?"
"Verify it for yourself."
Yuu didn't waste any more words. He lined himself up and pushed inside. Despite the tightness, the lubrication allowed his member to find its place. Over the next few seconds, as Sakurano watched in disbelief, the massive, monstrous "dragon" slowly forced its way through the narrow gates, initiating a fierce invasion.
"Mmmph! Ahhh!"
Feeling the tearing fullness in her lower body, Sakurano let out a low, husky moan. But soon, the pain transformed into boundless pleasure. Her body and soul, empty for so many years, were filled to the brim by Yuu's relentless thrusts. Her cries turned into wanton, rhythmic moans of ecstasy. Her hips began to move instinctively, matching his pace. They ground against each other, locked in a desperate, lingering embrace.
Once she adapted, Sakurano became surprisingly active, her hips moving rapidly to meet his plunges. Unfortunately, her stamina couldn't keep up with the waves of orgasms. Despite her home workouts, she only lasted ten minutes of such intense combat. With a final, violent spasm, she went limp, having climaxed four times in a row. She didn't even have the strength to lift her bottom anymore.
"Sakurano, you're too weak..." Yuu said, somewhat speechless. She had acted so hungry, yet she climaxed just from the entry and then three more times in twenty minutes. A typical "trash talker" with no actual game.
Sakurano didn't even have the energy to argue. Her mind was a blank slate of pure pleasure. "It's not that I'm weak... you're just too strong..."
She wasn't lying. This was a world apart from the three distant memories she had with her husband. If not for the initial pain that felt like being deflowered again, she probably would have lasted even less time.
Seeing she had recovered slightly, Yuu resumed his pace. Her lack of stamina had an upside: he could finish the "Chain" quickly. After twenty minutes of his inhuman assault, Ayumi's mother was completely routed, turned into Yuu's personal "toy." As the scalding "Dragon's Breath" filled her life-chamber, a pale pink, erotic ring mark appeared on her snowy inner thigh.
Afterward, Yuu checked the time. Between the "meal" and the sex, it had only taken a little over an hour. Aside from the fact that he had conquered the mother instead of the daughter, everything was going according to plan. He had to wake her up, though. If Ayumi came home and saw her mother in this state, it would be impossible to explain.
With the mark of the Fate Chain upon her, Sakurano was now entirely submissive to him. She didn't understand why he wanted her to keep such a close eye on Ayumi's activities, but she wouldn't dream of disobeying.
As Yuu dressed to leave, the sweat-soaked Sakurano clung to his back. "Hoshimiya-kun... will I see you again?"
"We'll see. I have many women; I might not have time," Yuu said coldly, not even looking back as he buttoned his shirt.
Sakurano froze. She had expected to finally escape her life of celibacy, but his tone made her feel like she had been dropped into a freezer.
Then, Yuu turned around, tilted her chin up, and smirked. "I'm just teasing. No matter how many I have, there's always room for you. Just do the tasks I gave you, and I'll make sure you're 'fed' well."
Sakurano gave a shaky smile. She realized he had seen through her little attempt to cling to him and was giving her a warning. She was a cheating slut with a daughter; she couldn't expect to be treated the same as his official girlfriend, the beautiful Ran Mori.
"Tie my tie," Yuu commanded.
Sakurano knelt on the bed, smiling happily as she adjusted his tie. "You're more handsome than any movie star, Hoshimiya-kun," she whispered sincerely.
"Which means you're the one getting a bargain here," Yuu said matter-of-factly. He wrote a number on a notepad from the nightstand and tossed it to her. "That's my number. Contact me if anything happens."
He didn't give her the contact info for his other household members; her only role was to monitor the Detective Boys.
"Mmhmm." She carefully tucked the paper away. She leaned in for a parting kiss, but Yuu dodged it. He had already "tasted" her enough during the foreplay; her mouth had been put to better use by his "little brother" during the main event.
"I have things to do. See you next time."
With that, he turned and walked out.