"I'm back—"
Obata Yui had no idea how she'd made it home. Dazed and dizzy the whole way—not just from Mu Xiaoxiao's powerful impact, but from Serizawa Yukiha's presence.
God knows how she felt facing that girl. The one who'd stood guard outside. The one who'd secretly watched them in the library.
She couldn't face her at all!
Only after saying goodbye did she finally breathe, catching Mu Xiaoxiao's teasing glance. Then she chased him home, bickering and play-fighting until the awkwardness faded.
She'd get used to it. They'd all be close sisters eventually.
"You're late today, Yui. I'll start dinner—Mu-kun?"
Mrs. Natsumi froze mid-sentence. Surprise lit her face. "Mu-kun's visiting today?"
"Why, not welcome?"
"Of course you're welcome! You're my master~ I wish you'd come every day." Her eyes glistened. Ripples of spring.
Unlike young girls, this charming wife radiated pure desire. A few days without her master left her empty.
Now, seeing him before her, her body warmed instantly.
"Really? Want it?"
He stepped forward, arms around her slender waist. Pulled her close. Felt her heat, her scent.
What a seductress.
"Um..."
She answered shyly but boldly. Remembering her daughter, she squirmed. "Yui's here. I've drawn your bath—go wash up. Dinner will be a while."
He released her. "Perfect timing. Senior Yui—care to join me?"
"Ugh. Definitely up to no good." No jealousy—she was used to it. But she knew his intentions.
Didn't hate it, though. Remembering how much he'd released inside her earlier, the library this morning... she blushed. Shy, yet eager.
"By the way, Mom—where's Dad?"
"Business trip. Won't be back for days."
Realization dawned. Her expression turned mischievous.
"Guess we need something nutritious tonight." Chin in hand, she glanced between them. Teasing. Expectant.
Anticipating her master's attention.
Watching them enter the bathroom, she wondered if they'd go too wild without her husband home. Even in the kitchen, she heard moans.
No longer suppressed—bold, unrestrained, wild. She could picture exactly what was happening.
Her daughter, tangled with their master. Stomach filled.
'Ugh... I want it too. So jealous.' She couldn't focus on cooking. Hips swaying absently. Unconsciously, arousal bloomed.
Noticing her wetness, she paused. Then her eyes lit up. An idea formed.
---
Mu Xiaoxiao emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped low. Muscles visible beneath. From school to library, PE to basketball club—
He'd been busy with Yui and Serizawa. Satisfied. But entering the kitchen, he found himself eager again.
There stood the elegant young woman, cooking. Naked.
Fair skin. Perky breasts. Long legs. Barely covered by a thin apron. Her charm undeniable.
Nude x apron...
He stared.
"Mrs. Natsumi... what are you doing?" His eyes roamed. The apron covered little. Most exposed.
Especially her rear.
"Mu-kun, don't you like it?" She glanced back coquettishly. Dressed like this on purpose. Seeing his fixed stare, pleasure bloomed.
"Tempting me?"
He approached. Palms squeezed her rear. The towel dropped.
"Woo... yes. Tempting you." Dressed like this, she was irresistible. But for her, he was just as tempting.
Water droplets from his fresh shower slid down his neck, his chest. Muscles defined. Perfect.
Poison to a wife like her.
She couldn't control herself. Swallowing at the sight, she turned slightly. Hips swaying. Thighs rubbing. Exposed completely.
"Mu-kun~ Master..." Eyes hazy. Body trembling. Wetness trailed down her thighs. She wanted him desperately.
"Mrs. Natsumi, I love this. But so careless—what if your husband saw?"
"Never like this normally. But he's away. Only for you, Mu-kun~"
Resentful. Seductive.
He nodded, satisfied. "Good girl. Time for your reward."
---
Obata Yui came downstairs, changed, and found them in the kitchen. Cheeks flushed.
'Xiaoxiao really... how many times today?'
His stamina was monstrous.
Quietly, she approached. Watched him move atop her mother. Blushed. Hesitated. Then reached out, touching where they joined.
He glanced back, unsurprised.
"Yu—Yui?! Uh~ah——" Mrs. Natsumi gasped, eyes rolling.
They'd done this before—bedroom, living room. But kitchen was new. Yui's curiosity, her mother's excitement.
"Yui-senpai. Come here."
Shyly, she undressed. Pressed her breasts against him. Kissed him.
Inside, her mother's warmth gripped him. Outside, the senior sister's lips. Soon, all three tangled together.