Utaha and Eriri's first night after moving into the new house.
Yami had just turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep when
Click!
The door creaked open in the darkness. Soft footsteps padded across the floor.
Yami already knew who it was, but he didn't speak.
Another click echoed as the intruder carefully locked the door behind her. Fingers brushed lightly against the bedside.
"Yami-kun, are you asleep?"
Utaha's whisper trembled slightly, followed by a delicate cough as if to ease her own nerves.
"..."
Yami didn't answer. Instead, his hand reached out of the dark and caught her wrist.
"Ehh—!"
Her muffled yelp was half startle, half fluster. Before she knew it, she had been pulled down onto the bed. Even though she couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness, she could feel his gaze.
Her heartbeat raced.
"Utaha, what are you doing here?" Yami asked, feigning innocence. "If it's about the novel, we can talk tomorrow. We still need to discuss perception and a few other things."
Utaha swallowed, voice low. "Yami-kun… are the walls in your house well soundproofed?"
"…Soundproofed?" His lips curved into a grin she could hear rather than see. "I wouldn't know. Why don't we test it?"
Before she could protest, Yami closed the distance and captured her lips in a teasing kiss. Utaha stiffened for only a moment—then boldly kissed him back.
Yami's hands roamed her curves, sliding up and down before firmly gripping her ass. His large palms squeezed, kneaded, and reshaped her soft flesh until Utaha could only moan at the rough treatment, heat flooding her body.
Her hips moved on their own, grinding back against his touch. The hardness pressing against her belly made her shiver—her cheeks burned as she realized just how huge it was.
That… that's the thing that's going to ruin me tonight…
A flicker of worry crossed her mind. Could she even take something that big for the first time?
But her thoughts scattered into a gasp as Yami's finger slipped inside her folds, plunging with sudden speed.
His relentless rhythm drew muffled moans into his mouth as he devoured her lips, biting and sucking until she could barely breathe.
"Yami-kun…" Utaha gasped, breaking the kiss, her face flushed scarlet.
Her trembling fingers reached for her nightgown. Button by button, she undid it, slipping the fabric from her shoulders under his hungry gaze. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and proud, still contained by lacy black underwear.
The sight only stoked his appetite. With a sharp slap, he made her ass jiggle, then tore her bra aside, freeing her pale mounds to the open air.
"Ohhh~ so rough…" Utaha moaned, voice dripping with heat even as her eyes glimmered with mock reproach. Her words said one thing, but the way her body arched into his touch betrayed the truth.
He lowered his head and latched onto her breast, sucking with raw hunger. Loud, wet sounds filled the room as he toyed with her nipple, biting gently before tugging.
"Mmmnn~ Yami-kun, you're acting like such a baby~" Utaha whispered, smiling faintly. Her hand stroked his hair, guiding him closer against her chest, even as he sucked harder.
Finally, with a wet plop, he released her nipple. Utaha found herself pushed back, her body pinned beneath him.
His clothes fell away, revealing his length—and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"So big…" The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them.
Yami smirked at her reaction. "What's wrong? Scared?" He teased as he spread her thighs wider, exposing her most vulnerable self.
Shame and heat clashed across her flushed face. Her legs, parted so shamelessly, made her feel both nervous and powerless.
"D-Don't make me laugh, Yami-kun…" she tried to play the sultry card, forcing a smile. "Size isn't everything, you know."
"Ohhh~ is that so…" he drawled, as if humoring her words.
The teasing ended when he pressed his tip against her wet slit and pushed forward. Slowly, firmly, he entered, claiming her for the first time.
"Ahhhhnn~!" Utaha's cry filled the room as pain and pleasure crashed together. Her tight walls stretched mercilessly around his thickness, molding to fit the invasion. Her first time—stolen, branded, and made his.
Yami sank deeper into her trembling body, every slow thrust stretching her more, drawing gasps and shuddering moans from Utaha's lips.
"Ahh… Yami-kun… so deep…" Her nails dug into his back, her voice trembling as her legs clamped around his waist. Each deliberate push made her insides ripple with pleasure and pain, her body learning to accept him inch by inch.
He moved at a steady rhythm, long strokes grinding against her sensitive walls, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with wet schlk sounds. Utaha bit her lip, her whole body arching at the sensation.
"Mmnnn~ haahh… it feels… too much… ahhh~" She covered her mouth for a moment, but the muffled cries only made her face redder.
Yami's hand pinned hers down against the sheets, his voice low in her ear.
"You're already dripping this much… and I've barely even started."
"Shut up… nghhh~!" Utaha glared weakly, but her hips betrayed her, grinding to meet his thrusts. The shame only heightened the heat flooding her body.
After a few more slow strokes, she finally broke. Her sultry facade cracked into desperate need.
"Yami-kun… faster… please, go harder…"
Her pleading tone, mixed with the flush of her cheeks, made his grin widen. Without hesitation, he shifted his hips and drove into her with sharper thrusts.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, joined by Utaha's shameless moans.
"Ahhh! Mmmnnn~! Yes… right there… ahhhhn~!"
Each deep thrust made her breasts bounce wildly, her body trembling beneath him. She clung to his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin as if begging him not to stop.
"Yami-kun… haaahh… you're… fucking me so good~!" Her voice was breathless, dirty, her words dripping with lust as she bit his ear and whimpered into it.
He thrust even harder, the wet, lewd sounds filling the darkness. Utaha's thighs trembled, her voice rising higher with every impact until she was crying out his name in a broken rhythm.
"Yami-kun! Yami-kun! Ahhh~ don't stop, don't stop~!"
Her body shook violently as she clamped down on him, reaching her peak with a choked cry, eyes rolling back as waves of ecstasy wracked her slender frame.
Finally...
Utaha's body arched violently as the pleasure consumed her.
"AHHHHH~! YAMI-KUNNN~!"
Her scream tore out, shameless and desperate, as her legs clamped tightly around his waist, locking him inside her. Her walls spasmed wildly, milking him, her nails raking down his back as her climax shook her whole body.
The way she squeezed him, hot and wet and convulsing, made Yami grunt low in his throat. He felt her pussy clamp like a vice, pulling at him, dragging him closer to his own limit. His thrusts grew heavier, rougher, as his cock throbbed deep inside her.
Utaha felt it — the heat swelling, the twitch of his length inside her soaked core. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, a sultry smile on her red, sweat-streaked face as she pulled him close and whispered hotly into his ear:
"Give it to me, Yami-kun… haahhh~ give it to me inside… I want Yami-kun's baby…"
Her shameless words snapped the last of his restraint.
With a guttural groan, Yami slammed in deep, his tip pressing against her womb as he released.
Throb…! Throb…! Throb…!
Thick, hot seed gushed out in heavy spurts, pouring into her deepest place. Utaha cried out again as the flood filled her, her insides overflowing with heat.
"Ahhhhnnn~! It's so hot… mmmmnnn~ you're… filling me…!"
His cock twitched again and again, dumping more into her until it spilled past her stretched entrance, leaking down onto the sheets. Yet he held her hips tight, buried to the hilt, as if determined to leave nothing behind.
Utaha's legs shook, her voice breaking into a lewd moan as she clung to him.
"Yami-kun… you came… all the way inside my baby-making room~"
She smiled through her ragged breaths, kissing his neck while her pussy still trembled around his cock, milking out every last drop.
Yami's lips curved into a wicked grin as he shifted his weight. Without warning, his hands slid under Utaha's thighs, folding her legs up tight against her chest.
Slap! Slap!
His hips crashed down as he clapped her ass against his thighs, forcing himself even deeper into her soaked pussy in a mating press.
"It's not over yet…" he growled, eyes gleaming as he pinned her beneath him.
"Eh—Ehhh?!" Utaha's face flushed crimson, her breath catching. A moan tore from her lips as her body jolted under the new angle.
"Uhh… wa-wait—Ahhhhnnn~ Yami-kun! I'm still… sensitive from before… ahhh~ it's so rough!"
Her protests melted into moans, her arms wrapping around his neck as he drove into her again, her voice filling the dark room with shameless cries.
The bed rocked, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing. Utaha's legs trembled in his grip, her body completely folded as if he was determined to claim every part of her.
And just as her voice broke into another scream of pleasure...
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Sayuri woke in the middle of the night, her throat dry.
She slipped quietly out of bed, wrapped in her pajamas, and padded down the corridor. The villa had plenty of rooms, each with its own bathroom, but the refrigerator, of course, was still in the kitchen.
She flicked on the corridor light, yawning softly as she walked. At first she paid no attention to the faint noise drifting through the house—she assumed it was just the wind.
But then… she heard voices.
Her steps paused. "...Is someone there?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
No reply came.
Her drowsiness vanished, replaced with a chill crawling up her spine. The thought of spirits, monsters—things she'd rather not imagine—crept into her mind. Goosebumps rose instantly along her arms.
She followed the sound… and then froze.
Sayuri's eyes widened in disbelief. She covered her mouth with trembling hands, then turned and bolted back to her room. Lifting the quilt, she touched the bed frantically—relieved to find the warm presence still beside her.
"...Mom? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Eriri stirred groggily, her words slurred with sleep.
Sayuri hesitated before forcing a calm tone.
"Nothing, nothing… I just went to get a glass of water. Go back to sleep."
"Oh…" Eriri muttered softly, rolling onto her side and quickly drifting back into even breaths.
Sayuri lay down again, staring at the ceiling with a complicated expression.
Eriri was here. Which meant… Utaha hadn't lied.
So it was true—these children weren't exactly innocent. Far too arrogant, too reckless. Sayuri couldn't help but feel the weight of a generation gap pressing in on her.
Her gaze slid to her daughter's sleeping face, calm and unguarded. She imagined, absurdly, that if someone painted this moment, it would end up as the world-famous piece titled "Eriri Is Sleeping."
"…Good grief." Sayuri pressed a hand against the wall, as if testing something.
The soundproofing was excellent. That much she remembered clearly when they moved in. Which only left one conclusion.
They knew there were others in the house… and still went so loud.
Her thoughts tangled, shame and disbelief mixing into something restless.
Tonight, she realized, was destined to be anything but peaceful.
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