I stare at Mitsue standing frozen in the doorway, my voice coming out rough and hoarse. "Mitsue…"
Her eyes widen instantly in pure disbelief. The color drains from her face so fast she looks almost ghostly pale. A broken sound slips from her lips, barely audible before it dies in her throat. Her trembling gaze darts from my half-naked body to Asagi sprawled beside me—her thighs still spread apart, her swollen pussy visibly overflowing with thick streaks of my cum. Mitsue's lips quiver violently.
I push myself upright from the bed. "Mitsue, wait—"
She suddenly turns and runs, clutching Anya tightly against her chest. A choked sob escapes her as she rushes down the hallway.
"Shit." I grab my underwear from the floor, yank it on hurriedly, and sprint after her. It feels like my heart slams violently against my ribs as I run while the heavy scent of sex still clings stubbornly to my skin.
Mitsue rushes into her room and desperately tries to slam the door shut. She fumbles with the lock, slowed down by Anya in her arms. Before she can close it completely, I shove the door open and step inside.
Tears stream endlessly down Mitsue's face. Her eyes are swollen red, filled with heartbreak and disbelief. She looks completely shattered, as though she's been crying for days already.
She carefully places the sleeping Anya into the crib first, making sure the baby is safe. Then she immediately turns and tries to push past me toward the door.
But I catch her wrist before she can escape. "Mitsue, stop. I can explain."
She jerks hard against my grip, but I don't let go. Mitsue spins toward me, her face twisted with fury and pain. "Explain?!" she screams. "What kind of explanation could you possibly have, Jacob?! I saw you! You were sleeping with my sister! You came inside her—twice! You even said you were going to impregnate her! After everything… how could you do something so shameless?!"
Her voice cracks apart midway through the sentence. Fresh tears spill freely down her cheeks. She keeps going, words tumbling out in frantic anger and heartbreak, while I quietly hold both of her trembling hands and let her release everything bottled up inside her. Her chest rises and falls heavily with every shaky breath.
Eventually, her shouting weakens into uneven sobs.
I exhale slowly. "I'm going to explain everything."
Gently, I guide her backward until her shoulders rest against the wall. Our faces stop only inches apart. I can feel her warm, ragged breathing brushing against my lips while her tear-filled eyes remain locked onto mine.
Keeping my voice calm and steady, I explain everything honestly—how the tension between Asagi and me had been building for so long before finally snapping, how emotionally desperate she had become, and how I lost control of myself too. I tell her the truth plainly, without trying to excuse what happened. Mitsue listens silently the entire time, tears continuing to slide down her cheeks while her body trembles softly.
When I finish speaking, I pull her gently into my arms and hold her tightly against me. She buries her face into my chest.
"It's okay," I whisper softly into her hair. "I love you, Mitsue. And I love Asagi too. Maybe what happened today… was inevitable. We can't keep hiding everything anymore."
I slowly stroke her back.
"It's time we finally tell Asagi the truth about who Anya's real father is."
Mitsue stays silent for a long moment. Then, little by little, she nods weakly against my chest, her arms finally wrapping around my waist in return.
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The atmosphere in the living room feels unbearably heavy.
Asagi and Mitsue sit at opposite ends of the four-seater couch, leaving a large gap between them while carefully avoiding each other's eyes. Both women are flushed bright red with embarrassment. I sit across from them in the armchair, my elbows resting on my knees, unable to maintain eye contact with either of them for more than a few seconds. The tension in the room is suffocating, mixed with the lingering scent of sex still hanging faintly in the air.
Asagi finally breaks the silence.
She releases a long, shaky sigh while staring down at the paternity test papers in her hands. "So… Jacob is Anya's father."
A flood of emotions flashes across her face all at once—shock, betrayal, confusion, jealousy, and something far more heated buried underneath them all.
Mitsue glances toward her nervously, her voice quiet and unsteady. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Sister."
Asagi's fingers tighten around the papers, crumpling the edges slightly. Then she slowly raises her head and locks her burning gaze directly onto me.
"You should have gotten me pregnant instead," she says bitterly. "You made me wait all these years."
Both Mitsue and I immediately stare at her in stunned silence. My mouth parts slightly, but no words come out. Mitsue looks just as shocked beside her.
But Asagi continues without hesitation.
She straightens her posture, her expression becoming firm and almost defiant. "I'll only forgive both of you if you impregnate me within the next seven days, Jacob."
Her bold declaration hangs heavily in the room.
My eyes widen slightly before a slow smile threatens to form at the corner of my lips despite the tension.
She has no idea.
After the massive loads I emptied deep inside her earlier, there's a very real chance she's already pregnant.
The atmosphere in the living room changes again. Beneath the embarrassment and emotional chaos, an undeniable heat begins to simmer quietly between all three of us. My pulse quickens as I look at both women—Asagi's determined expression and Mitsue's flushed, tear-stained face.
Now that every boundary between us has finally been crossed, there's no turning back anymore. Whatever happens next will completely change the shape of our relationship from this moment onward.
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