Bokue had recognized the situation's true nature the instant he'd entered the living room.
This was obviously a coordinated operation between La Folia and Polyphonia.
Beyond other considerations—even if Kanon genuinely felt unwell today, resting at home while La Folia descended for medication purchases—at minimum, Polyphonia remained in the residence.
Despite being the illegitimate daughter of that irresponsible deceased scoundrel, yesterday's shopping conversation had revealed Polyphonia's genuine affection toward this sister twenty years her junior. Abandoning a sick sibling alone at home contradicted every observable pattern.
Yet La Folia had still messaged requesting his "monitoring" assistance for "Kanon."
Only one logical conclusion remained: this Kanon was definitively counterfeit. The genuine article had departed for school at normal morning hours.
As for La Folia's shopping center expedition and medication purchases—probably pure fabrication. The true objective: removing Sayaka from premises.
Given La Folia's comprehensive understanding of his "endurance duration," she'd likely scheduled supplementary spa treatments, water therapy, beauty appointments, facial care—ensuring noon returns at earliest.
Regardless, since La Folia had practically gift-wrapped this opportunity with explicit signaling, wasting such arrangements seemed criminally negligent.
Consequently—over three hours elapsed.
As the bedroom's wall-mounted clock hands gradually surpassed the eleven o'clock position, the mist-saturated room's activities finally subsided progressively.
Within the bedroom's attached bathroom, identical atmospheric saturation prevailed.
Polyphonia reclined motionlessly within the bathtub, permitting warm water immersion past her collarbones. Her slightly-heated cheeks pressed against the young man's firm chest.
Her entire consciousness had achieved complete vacancy.
How to describe this sensation? Perhaps like experiencing endless tempestuous storms threatening drowning—only to finally reach the opposite shore where sunshine broke through clouds, gentle breezes caressed exhausted flesh. Rolling from rafts onto dry beaches, desiring nothing except stillness—savoring this singular moment.
Throughout the preceding three-plus hours, Polyphonia's feet had never—not for one second—contacted solid ground.
From Bokue's entrance, he'd immediately lifted her—pressing her against bedding before commencing powerful, relentless thrusting.
Subsequently, various positions had been employed across every bedroom surface for continuous lovemaking.
Polyphonia had lost count of her climax frequency.
She only remembered receiving numerous internal releases.
Throughout those entire three-plus hours.
Yet Bokue had maintained inexhaustible vitality consistently.
Pleasure and semen had cascaded like mountain floods, oceanic tsunamis.
Her passage and womb had been stretched completely beyond previous dimensions.
Within the bathing pool, Polyphonia's lower abdomen displayed noticeable distension.
Compared to typical flatness, visible swelling had emerged—resembling three or four months' pregnancy.
"Auntie Polyphonia?"
While the queen remained lost in vacant contemplation, the young man's voice suddenly descended from overhead.
Eh?
Hearing that familiar address triggered nearly instinctive trembling throughout Polyphonia's body. She sat upright immediately.
"Uh, this... no, Bokue, you... I am—oh wait... what are you saying, Onii-sama? I'm Kanon~ ♡"
"..."
Bokue returned one somewhat ambiguous smile.
Setting aside accent patterns and vocal quality discrepancies—this stammering self-reference plus address modification within single sentences... did she genuinely believe such performance remained undetectable?
Though considering her previous transformed state, maintaining character roleplay dedication even now... uncertain whether describing this queen as naturally airheaded or excessively professional seemed appropriate.
Sighing with wordless exasperation, Bokue tugged the queen's smooth silver hair trailing behind her.
"Drop the act. Your hair's completely exposed. Kanon doesn't possess such length."
Initially, Polyphonia had properly concealed her lengthy hair—stuffing everything inside sleepwear.
From frontal perspectives, detection proved genuinely difficult. Except as activities escalated progressively toward madness, that silver cascade had escaped confinement within fifteen minutes—over half spilling outward.
By that juncture, Polyphonia had entered complete ego-loss states—absolutely zero attention remaining for hair management.
Currently, even sleepwear had vanished. That brilliant silver cascade displayed itself openly before Bokue—concealment options completely exhausted.
"Plus, Auntie, you already admitted verbally earlier—stating you weren't actually Kanon, still adapting to the roleplay. Quite loudly begging for mercy too."
"I... did I say that...?"
Polyphonia's cheeks—having barely achieved fractional temperature reduction—instantaneously reignited with scalding combustion.
Though her consciousness had descended into hazy, thought-impaired conditions during those moments, vague impressions persisted dimly.
Perhaps... genuinely vocalized those admissions?
"Definitely said it."
Bokue's renewed confirmation eliminated even Polyphonia's remaining stubborn denial attempts—words dying unspoken.
She remained silent, lips trembling minutely. This continued for thirty full seconds before finally producing one sentence.
"Yet you still treated Auntie so roughly..."
"Moderately, I'd say?"
Bokue cleaned one ear casually.
"Barely three hours total. If this were actually Kanon, she'd easily last through dinner without issues."
"An... entire daylight duration...?"
Hearing such exaggerated timeframes triggered vocal trembling from Polyphonia.
One morning had already reduced her to this condition. If subjected to full-day continuous sessions... mm!
Mere contemplation triggered renewed throbbing sensations from her passage.
"Though La Folia really went overboard with these tactics. If Auntie possessed such intentions, direct communication would've sufficed."
While speaking, Bokue threaded both arms beneath the queen's armpits—lifting her upward. He raised her approximately one forearm's height distance. Positional micro-adjustments followed.
Then... hehe~
"Wait, what are you planning—ahh!!"
Amid Polyphonia's completely-unprepared shriek, the young man directly penetrated her rear entrance.
One thrust achieving complete impalement!
The goose-egg-sized glans pressed against intestinal depths immediately.
Polyphonia desperately attempted clenching her sphincter.
Except intestinal walls had been stretched beyond dimensional recovery.
Bokue commenced powerful thrusting motions smoothly.
Simultaneously, he leaned forward slightly—mouth approaching her ear—whispering softly.
"Then going forward, please continue treating me favorably, Auntie."
"Mm... mm~ ♡"
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