"Applied the medicine? He's recovering well," the stern middle-aged man spoke as he knelt in the living room. Madam Tsubaki Miyajima awkwardly avoided her husband's gaze. The thought of what she had just done in the bedroom with a boy the same age as her daughter made her face burn uncontrollably.
Shame and embarrassment flickered within her, but they were quickly suppressed. After all, she hadn't actually had full intercourse with Alex. She had just used her hands... and her mouth... to help him. It was the least she could do since Alex was "injured" protecting her, right?
So, even giving him a blowjob... was just to help him recover, Madam Miyajima tried to rationalize, though she knew she had to bury this secret deep and never tell her husband. She stole a glance at her husband, who sat as rigid as a statue, while the thick, pungent taste of the boy still lingered in her mouth.
The flavor refused to dissipate. She hadn't spat out a single drop of the essence Alex had fired into her mouth; to avoid any suspicion from her husband, she had swallowed every bit of it.
It was her first time tasting such thick, rich semen. But more importantly... the sheer volume! Why did a high school boy ejaculate like a machine gun? And that part of him... it was so huge and... she simply couldn't believe it!
"Yes, it's all thanks to Auntie," Alex said, casting a meaningful, suggestive look that only Madam Miyajima could decode. "If not for her, my body might have... Thank you so much, Auntie Tsubaki~ I'm fully recovered now."
Then, he added a final jab: "I'm full of energy and very healthy."
This little brat, she thought. Every word he spoke was a double entendre referring to their secret session. But... healthy, huh? Her mind was in a whirl. She realized she couldn't get the image of Alex's "member" out of her head.
The impression was too deep!
That exaggerated size had been seared into her soul. Alex keenly noticed her lack of focus, knowing she was still reeling from their erotic encounter. He didn't need to push further; he just needed to give her space to reminisce. With his god-tier rod, he was 90% sure most women were powerless to resist.
Madam Miyajima was no exception.
Of course, it didn't hurt to add a little insurance...
"I won't disturb you any longer then," Alex said with a polite bow. His face wore a gentle, warm smile—the picture-perfect image of a bright, clean-cut neighborhood boy. Madam Miyajima wasn't normally into younger guys, but she found herself entranced by his charm, staring blankly for a few seconds.
As his attributes grew, Alex's physical appearance was evolving toward perfection.
"I should head home, Auntie Tsubaki. See you next time." He knew Sakura would be coming home soon and wanted to avoid a premature reunion. It would be much more fun if she didn't know he had already "vetted" her mother.
As Alex stepped out of the Miyajima residence, he glanced back at the Japanese-style estate. The corners of his mouth curled into a meaningful smirk before he strolled away.
Watching him leave, Tsubaki felt her tense nerves relax, but she didn't notice the tiny, nagging sense of disappointment deep in her heart.
"Hmm? What's that smell?" her husband suddenly sniffed the air.
"I-I don't know. Maybe the medicine?" Tsubaki quickly explained. "Anyway... I just got back and haven't freshened up. I'm going to wash my body..."
She had to scrub every trace of him off her!
She rushed into the bathroom and stripped off her kimono. Seeing the red handprints Alex had left on her plump breasts, she felt as if his hands were still there, kneading her flesh with reckless abandon.
"Nngh!"
Tsubaki rubbed her long, seductive legs together, biting her lower lip. An uncontrollable whimper escaped her as her eyes grew hazy with lust. She had reached a climax earlier, but as a sexually frustrated housewife in her prime, her body was like parched earth screaming for rain.
"I'm home—!"
When Sakura Miyajima returned, her father was reading the paper and her mother was starting dinner. "I'm back, Father... Huh? Mom, you look really pretty today."
Sakura looked at the radiant woman coming out of the kitchen in surprise.
"Oh, stop it. I'm just an old woman. There's nothing pretty about me," Tsubaki giggled.
"Seriously. I can't put my finger on it, but you look... more vibrant. Like a flower that finally got watered. You're prettier than the girls at school."
Tsubaki's heart skipped a beat. She quickly changed the subject. "It must be your imagination. How can I compare to young girls? Anyway, Sakura, are you popular at school? Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
"Well... I don't have a boyfriend. Why are you always asking, Mom?"
"Actually, I was thinking of introducing you to a nice boy..." As she recalled Alex's smile, his bravery, and the way they had tangled in the bedroom, her tone turned slightly sour. The thought of her daughter being with him... suddenly made her feel uncomfortable.
She didn't want to share him.
"You don't need to introduce anyone. Seriously. Actually... I already have someone I like," Sakura hesitated before deciding to tell the truth.
"Oh? Is that so?" Tsubaki felt a wave of relief, and her curiosity took over. "You really like someone? Who is it? Do you have a photo?"
"No photo yet, we're still just friends... ugh, stop asking!" Sakura ran off, her long hair fluttering. "I'll bring him home to meet you eventually!"
That child... she's definitely in love, Tsubaki thought. She just hoped the boy wasn't someone too strange.
The Madam soon put it out of her mind. That night, as she prepared to go to bed with her husband, her expression suddenly changed. The hypnotic suggestion Alex had left finally triggered.
He hadn't branded her with a [Lust Crest] yet, but through [Absolute Control], he had placed a physical suggestion in her mind: a visceral rejection of contact with any other man.
Naturally, that included her husband.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I..." Tsubaki couldn't suppress the physical revulsion. She bit her lip. "I'm not feeling well. I want to sleep alone tonight..."
Her husband didn't suspect a thing. Once the door was closed, Auntie Tsubaki looked down at her seductive body and patted her hot cheeks. Alex's silhouette refused to leave her mind.
"What is... wrong with me?"
Late into the night, tossing and turning in her lonely bed, Madam Miyajima couldn't sleep. The shadow of a certain boy haunted her. She was officially suffering from insomnia.