In the middle of the night, Tsubakihara Yuna quietly slipped out of her room. She'd just needed the bathroom.
She wasn't used to having a strange boy in the house. After everything that happened, she couldn't sleep. Especially knowing he was now in her mother's room...
Maybe the only good news was that he hadn't come for her.
'A quiet night... wait, what's that sound?'
Passing her mother's bedroom, she paused. Faint moans and cries seeped through the closed door. She froze, then quickly realized what it was.
A teenage girl understood. Her face flushed instantly. She slowed her steps.
Not wanting to eavesdrop, but afraid her footsteps would give her away, she tiptoed quietly.
'He's really... doing that with my mother.' Sitting on the toilet, Yuna patted her hot face. Her voice was complex, ashamed. 'I knew it, but...'
'Mom's screams are so loud.'
Listening to her voice, she sounded happy. Shouldn't Mom be sad? Was it really that comfortable? After using the bathroom, Yuna looked confused for a long time. She lowered her head.
'Ugh. That guy—so brazen in someone else's home.' She shook off those thoughts, pulled up her underwear, and left.
In the kitchen, she drank water to calm down. But passing her mother's bedroom on the way back, she stopped again. Heart pounding, she eavesdropped.
"Woo—"
Back in her room, Yuna curled under the covers. Her mother's coquettish moans and pants echoed in her mind, sparking inappropriate fantasies.
Soon, strange sounds escaped her too.
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"Who are you?"
Waking the next morning, Mu Xiaoxiao opened his eyes to a pair of long, narrow, calm peach-blossom eyes. Tsubakihara Mira, already awake. Her enchanting body faced him openly, unashamed.
Traces of last night's madness remained.
Mira had woken early. She hadn't left, hadn't dressed. She just silently watched the boy beside her, thinking about yesterday.
Asleep, he looked ordinary. Completely different from his usual impression. Mira felt this way because of the shock he'd given her.
She was curious about his identity.
"That's your first sentence of the morning?" Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed his eyes. "Does it matter?"
Mira choked.
'Yeah. Does it matter?'
Whoever he was, she couldn't resist anyway. It was done. Meaningless to ask. She nodded calmly.
She started to get up and dress.
"But I'll tell you. I'm no one special. Just an ordinary student." Seeing her disbelief, he noted her calmness.
Mu Xiaoxiao grinned wickedly. "Almost forgot. Your daughter and I go to the same school."
Mira's composure shattered. Her eyes widened.
"What?!"
Mu Xiaoxiao enjoyed her shock. He hadn't expected it either—last night at their house, he'd noticed the twins' and Yuji's uniforms. Same school. First years.
"Don't worry. They're your daughters. I'll look after them at school. Hm? What are you doing?"
Before he finished, Mira pushed him down. Her naked body pressed against him.
She stared at him with complicated eyes—tangled, tense, resentful. Then helpless. She bent down, forced a charming smile, and took him in her mouth.
Started serving with her lips.
"You..."
He blinked in surprise. "Trying to please me?"
"Even if you know... don't say it." Mira's voice was intermittent. First time using her mouth. Awkward. Mu Xiaoxiao could tell.
But she served diligently.
He raised the corners of his mouth. Silently agreed. Quietly enjoyed her service.
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Mu Xiaoxiao left the Tsubakihara house. He'd gotten what he wanted. Mira's morning self-recommendation signaled her complete submission.
Mira thought so too. He already had her body. Why care about these things? Pleasing him for better treatment—no matter how shameful—wasn't wrong.
She cleaned the room and went downstairs.
"Mother."
"Mother..."
"Yuna, Nina, you're up?" Dressed, Mira was again the noble, elegant, intellectual lady. As dignified as she appeared, as wanton as she'd been last night.
But that debauched side was only for Mu Xiaoxiao. Her master.
The twins and Yuji saw her dignity. But they knew what had happened last night.
"Yuji-kun... you're recovering well." Mira smiled at him. As bright as always. As if nothing happened.
'How can she keep a straight face?' Yuji wanted to pretend too. But he couldn't even force a smile. Thinking of Mira being taken by that person... he couldn't let it go.
Especially this morning. Mira's youthful, rosy face exuded mature charm. Sexier than before.
Nourished.
He saw it. Felt it. Could only stay silent.
Seeing his silence, Mira understood. She wouldn't explain. Meaningless. It was done. All she could do was accept reality.
But undeniably, the Tsubakihara family—especially Yuji—had lost their former ease and laughter. Estrangement grew.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Her daughters were unchanged. That pleased Mira. She touched their heads. "Mom's always fine."
Good...
"As for you." Mira sighed helplessly. "At school... watch out for him. He goes to Nawatobi Academy too. Same as you."
"What?!" ×3
Watching their shocked faces, Mira shook her head. That man—her daughter's schoolmate. Unbelievable.
'After everything last night... he never even told me his name.'
'On purpose? Just wants me to call him master?'
'Nasty guy...'