The ward, silent as a pin drop, fell into dead stillness. No one spoke. The protagonist Tsubakihara Yuji, brutally slapped, couldn't make a sound. He covered his burning face, pale.
The always gentle Miss Mira had hit him—hard. He couldn't believe it. But what she did to that person now... What was this? How was it different from a domesticated pet?
She threw away all dignity. And Tsubakihara Mira wasn't ordinary—a powerful businesswoman. Yet she let go of her self-esteem.
The twins, Yuna and Nina, lowered their heads, suffering. They knew their mother did this for Yuji. But glancing at his ashen face...
Yuji didn't even realize.
Nina felt anger, but the room's atmosphere kept her silent.
Mu Xiaoxiao enjoyed the lady's bright red lips. His fingers felt her tongue slide, her warm breath, her saliva.
He knew Mira's slap was fear of him acting. He didn't care about Yuji. An ordinary person, even furious, was powerless.
Like now. He extended his finger like teasing a pet, watching Mira lick and suck. This beautiful, sexy lady—his own beautiful dog. Mu Xiaoxiao smiled.
How interesting.
"Mrs. Natsumi, want to join?"
Natsumi, blushing nearby, quickly shook her head. "I'll pass. This is too much, Mu-kun. You're really... a pervert."
She'd watched everything. No reaction to his methods—this was a normal transaction. Paying a price to save a vegetable was reasonable.
"Too bad. I'd hoped Mrs. Natsumi and Mrs. Mira could be together... Next time, maybe."
Mira: "..."
She kept licking his finger, finally taking it into her mouth. Her clumsy tongue teased it. Maybe she imagined it was something else. But it was just a finger.
When her tongue grew numb, Mu Xiaoxiao finally withdrew. Saliva trailed from her lips.
"Not bad. Obedient. Wipe it for me."
'Now I can never face my daughters again. Doing something like this.' Mira wiped his wet fingers with a handkerchief, smiling bitterly.
She couldn't look at them.
"Handle the rest yourselves. Mrs. Mira—" Mu Xiaoxiao stretched. In the oppressive silence, he said, "Tonight, I'm visiting your place."
'Visit?'
"What's wrong?" He lifted her chin, rubbing it. "You're my property. Your home is my home."
"...I understand."
Facing his dark eyes, Mira suppressed her panic. She couldn't escape this terrible boy. The deal. His power.
The mark he'd left on her.
She felt the Incubus Pattern on her body.
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Only four in the Tsubakihara family.
Mira, twins Yuna and Nina, and adopted son Yuji.
No servants. Their home wasn't a lavish villa—looked ordinary. Mu Xiaoxiao knew it wasn't ordinary at all. Didn't matter.
After he arrived, he'd leave his mark.
Like a cuckoo taking a nest.
In the living room, Yuji paced. He kept glancing at the master bedroom door. Mira's room. As soon as they returned, Mu Xiaoxiao had pulled her inside.
Even a fool knew what they'd do.
Thinking of his beloved Miss Mira being ravaged in bed... Yuji's eyes reddened. His heart pounded. "No. I have to stop them!"
Why? The gentle, kind, mature, beautiful Mira—held down, played with—her plump, sexy body defiled. It was agony.
Reduced to someone's plaything. Unacceptable!
"Yuji!" Nina grabbed him. "Calm down! Stop causing trouble!"
"Causing trouble? Nina, that's your mother!" He stared at the glasses-wearing girl. "She's—"
Seeing the twins silent, heads down, he clenched his fists. "Don't you care about Mira?!"
"How could we not care?" Nina shouted. "She's our mother! But charging in won't save her!"
They'd witnessed his miracle. "He's terrifying. Rushing in only makes things worse! Mom did this for you!"
"That's why I can't watch her be bullied!" Yuji gritted his teeth. "Why agree to such an excessive deal? Was there no other way?"
"Why didn't you stop her? Were you afraid of him?"
The twins froze at his accusation. Gentle Yuna felt resentment. "Yuji-kun! How can you say that?!"
"If Mom hadn't stepped in, we'd be his playthings. Doesn't that matter to you?"
He went slack.
"Yuna, let's go. Ignore this idiot!"
Yuna glanced at the stunned Yuji with complicated eyes. She followed Nina to their room. He stood alone in the living room, confused.
A rift had formed. All because of Mu Xiaoxiao.
If the girls saw, they'd say: 'Xiaoxiao, you're really up to no good.'
Currently, that young man admired the mature woman's beautiful body in her bedroom. Delicate, perfect—a work of art.
Her fair skin shimmered.
They'd do bad things sooner or later. Early didn't matter.
"Mrs. Mira, off they go~"