Being wealthy certainly has its perks. While some require separate dressing rooms and washrooms, a single bedroom can house every luxury if the budget is high enough. Serena's room not only featured an en-suite bathroom and massive wardrobes but also two standalone full-length mirrors for dressing. Even with a dedicated vanity, the room felt cavernous.
On the massive bed, large enough to accommodate five people without crowding, the Suzuki sisters were stunned into silence. Had they not witnessed it themselves, they never would have believed that the proud, calm, and intellectual Ayako Suzuki could be reduced to this. In their minds, their mother was a titan—a woman who held the Suzuki Group together while personally overseeing their education.
She might have been a bit lenient on the small details, but her direction was absolute—proven by the fact that both sisters had remained pure until meeting Yuu. Under her leadership, the conglomerate continued to reach new heights. Yet, this titan of industry was currently behaving like the most desperate of women.
After a sharp slap to her buttocks, the mature MILF's lower "mouth" only gripped tighter. Yuu didn't stop, his large hand delivering a rhythmic series of spanks that left faint red palm prints across her snowy skin.
Sensing her total surrender to pleasure, Yuu lifted Ayako and carried her to one of the full-length mirrors. He propped her up, forcing her legs into a wide "M" shape, and began to grind against her with the force of a pestle and mortar. With every deep plunge, a thick, milky froth was churned between them—a substance more viscous than water, coating their connection.
Yuu's sadistic display didn't just stun the sisters; it stunned Ayako herself. Was that woman in the mirror really her?
In the reflection, her heavy breasts bounced violently, their tips swollen like dark grapes, trembling with every thrust of the dragon. Her pale lap was flushed crimson from the impact, drenched in a mixture of thick white cream and clear, dripping fluids. Her body swayed, and with every upward lunge, the outline of the dragon was clearly visible beneath the skin of her flat abdomen, pushing deep into her gut.
Every inch of her body was a vessel for pleasure. Her soul was drowning in ecstasy. Ayako felt as if her entire life up to this point had been a waste. Her past experiences were meaningless; their only purpose had been to produce two daughters so that she might eventually unite with Yuu and discover what it truly meant to be a woman.
The beautiful MILF lost the last shred of control over her body. Her face twisted into a mask of depravity, her pink tongue lolling halfway out of her mouth as clear saliva dripped down. Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.
Yuu finally carried her back to the bed. The bed was the only true battlefield; everywhere else was just for the novelty. He pinned her down and gripped her soft, heavy breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the flesh. Ayako's mind was gone, reduced to a primal urge to arch her hips and receive him.
Almost the instant the dragon re-entered, the "city gates" gave way again. The intense stimulation caused her lower mouth to spray a fresh flood of nectar, staining the already soaked sheets a shade darker. Yuu ignored her peak and continued a relentless series of rapid-fire thrusts.
Ayako's body convulsed, her limbs twitching in spasms. Obscene words poured from her lips in a broken stream. Her rolled-back eyes were practically forced into the shape of hearts by the intensity of the assault. Today, Ayako Suzuki finally understood the true meaning of carnal love.
After one final, massive release deep inside her, even the mother of two reached her absolute limit. Her pale lap was swollen and red from the friction and impact. Her long, shapely legs were so engorged with blood that she couldn't even pull them together; she lay there like a broken doll, thighs spread wide, as thick white milk leaked from her swollen center.
But Yuu wasn't finished. This was a rare opportunity to test the limits of his "Everlasting Waist Drum." He left the nearly unconscious Ayako and pulled Serena toward him, positioning the girl so her head hung off the edge of the bed. Her chin and snowy neck were stretched tight, creating a deep, straight passage.
Serena, ever the connoisseur of theory, knew exactly what he intended. She was fascinated by the idea of a "deep throat," but seeing the exaggerated size of the dragon, her heart began to hammer. It's so thick and long... even with the throat, can I take it all? Will I even be able to breathe?
While she was still pondering, the dragon arrived at her door. It crashed into the wide cavern of her mouth. Serena instinctively swallowed, which only triggered Yuu's animalistic side. His twin "pearls" hammered against her pretty face like ping-pong balls. The shame of being used as a mere tool, combined with the overwhelming masculine scent, caused the little bitch to leak fresh streams between her legs.
Forced to adapt, she gradually found the rhythm. Once the fear of suffocation passed, Serena began to serve him actively. Yuu, delighted by her enthusiasm, toyed with her breasts, pulling at her nipples while he thrust powerfully, savoring the sensation of her flexible tongue and tight throat.
Soon, he finished deep in her gullet, making Serena's eyes roll back as she choked, her hands frantically patting his thighs for air. Looking at her "broken" expression, Yuu felt a fresh surge of excitement. He withdrew, releasing the gasping Serena, and crawled across the bed toward Tomoko, who was shivering near the headboard.
The night was destined to be sleepless. To test his limits, Yuu even conquered the most difficult "back door." By the time the sky began to brighten, all three Suzuki women had been opened in all three ways. Yuu was finally drained, his very core aching from the sheer frequency of his releases.
Twenty-six times.
Yuu used his "Memory Palace" to count. Twenty-six consecutive rounds was his current physical limit. For the first time, he understood the meaning of "Sage Time." However, thanks to his high recovery rate, this period of reflection wouldn't last long.
Looking at the three bodies strewn across the bed, covered in his marks and lost in a deep, exhausted slumber, Yuu scratched his head. He had gone overboard and forgotten to fulfill the contract conditions. After a whole night of labor, only Serena was officially contracted.
The first two conditions—favorability and physical intimacy—had been met hours ago. The only thing left was the specific desires of Ayako and Tomoko. Tomoko's wish remained the same: to choose her own partner. This had seemed difficult at first, but with Ayako now in the fold, it was simple. As long as he contracted Ayako, freeing Tomoko was as easy as a single command.
Ayako's wish, however, was to be forgiven by her daughters. Clearly, she cared deeply about the fact that she had slept with her daughter's boyfriend. She feared her daughters would hate her for ruining her image as a dignified mother. To her, they were the most important people in her life.
Yuu only checked the system prompts after the fact. Had he known, he could have resolved this while they were still conscious. The sisters clearly didn't harbor any resentment; Ayako was worrying over nothing. It could be settled with a single conversation.