Miss Shizuka licked her red lips. Succubus wings materialized behind her as a strange power began to gather. Soon, a Succubus Mark shimmering with red light was branded onto Miyajima Tsubaki's abdomen. The beautiful woman paused for a moment, then continued her housework as if nothing had happened.
She seemed completely unaware of the abnormality in her body.
"Whew…" the succubus muttered, wiping her forehead. Implanting a Succubus Mark took a heavy toll on her. If it weren't for obtaining Kazuma's essence at the hospital, she wouldn't have been able to use it so frequently.
"But for him, it's all worth it — I must secure him tonight."
Shizuka clenched her fist, her resolve firm. Of course, she didn't plan to show herself. She even left in a hurry after implanting the mark, afraid of running into Kazuma. Although she did want intimate contact with him—to experience it firsthand—
To be personally taken by him—
The problem was, the succubus was afraid. Afraid that she would be subdued the moment she appeared. Her methods—control and hypnosis—were completely useless against him. How could she dare to face Kazuma so recklessly?
His power made her deeply wary. Shizuka didn't dare take the risk.
The Miyajima family might not be a famous or powerful clan, but they still held a certain status. This Japanese-style villa was no smaller than the Tosaka family estate, and the scenery was elegant. However, after following Miyajima-senpai inside, Kazuma noticed something—there was an unusual sense of emptiness.
The courtyard was extremely quiet. Only the bamboo tube beside the pond occasionally struck a stone, producing a crisp sound. This device, known as a shishi-odoshi (deer scarer), added a faint sense of Zen to the atmosphere.
The interior also felt somewhat deserted. It wasn't until Miyajima Sakura's mother appeared in casual home clothes that the place gained a bit of life. She looked slightly surprised when she saw Kazuma.
"Sakura, is this your friend?"
"Mom, Kazuma-kun is my junior and also my friend."
"Hello, Auntie," Kazuma greeted politely.
Miyajima Sakura's mother was very beautiful. Her long blue hair was braided and rested over her shoulder. Her curvy figure was outlined clearly beneath her clothes, almost overflowing. Her face—bearing an eighty percent resemblance to Sakura—looked like a more mature version of her daughter.
Her charm as a mature woman was in no way inferior to Tohka's, radiating a gentle yet alluring maternal aura.
However, she was just an ordinary person.
"Welcome. This is actually the first time Sakura has brought a boy home," Mrs. Miyajima said with a soft smile, her graceful body swaying slightly. "You seem like a very outstanding young man."
As she moved, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance drifted through the air.
A subtle, intoxicating scent.
"He really is outstanding," Miyajima Sakura said, glancing at Kazuma with a hint of melancholy in her eyes. "Mom, Kazuma-kun will be staying here tonight. That's okay, right?"
"Of course it is. Kazuma-kun, please make yourself at home. Having a man in the house makes one feel safer," she replied without hesitation, smiling warmly.
Strangely, the way she looked at Kazuma became increasingly intense, and the strange sensation within her body grew stronger.
Kazuma: ???
"Senpai, what about your father?"
"Sōsuke often stays out overnight because of work," Miyajima Tsubaki quickly explained before Sakura could answer. "So he rarely comes home."
Oh? Kazuma noticed the subtle unnaturalness in her expression. It seemed there was more to the story.
And that look she gave him just now…
Kazuma narrowed his eyes slightly. Could it be that Mrs. Miyajima had also been affected? Had he unknowingly stepped into a den of wolves?
Thud!
As soon as her mother left, the beautiful blue-haired senpai immediately pounced on him, pinning him down. This beautiful girl's expression was almost beyond restraint, like a hungry wolf seeing delicious food, drool practically about to flow.
"Kazuma-kun, here, no one will disturb us. The fact that you were willing to come back with me means you want to do naughty things too, right?"
"As I thought, you still couldn't resist my charm," Miyajima Sakura said, a smile playing on her lips as she licked them. "It's okay, you can do anything to me. Go ahead, have your way with me..."
As she spoke, she sealed Kazuma's mouth with her own.
Kazuma felt the intensity of the senpai's desire for him. Her clumsy yet fervent kiss continuously fanned his own flames. Her fragrant tongue actively explored his mouth, thirstily seeking his saliva.
Then, she trailed kisses down along Kazuma's neck.
"You should be able to hear me, right?" Kazuma said calmly, not stopping her. He let her continue while his fingers brushed over the Succubus Mark. "I originally thought I might meet you directly. Didn't expect you to hide."
He had seen nothing unusual when he first arrived, indicating the other party had no intention of showing itself.
Miyajima Sakura showed no reaction. She continued to roam over Kazuma's body, greedily inhaling his scent, as if wishing she could devour him from head to toe.
Kazuma smiled faintly.
"I was wondering, since you're targeting me, what exactly is your goal? Now I think I roughly understand. You probably want my essence, right?"
"It's useless. I have full confidence in my self-control. Even if you get my body, you won't get what you want," he said quietly. "Instead of wasting effort, why not have a proper chat with me?"
Something so precious—Kazuma certainly couldn't just give it to anyone.
…
Miyajima Sakura finally stopped.
She raised her head, her eyes glowing faintly red as she stared at him expressionlessly.
"I don't believe you."
She refused to believe he could resist.
What she desired so desperately was right in front of her—how could she give up?
Without hesitation, she pulled down his pants, and what she saw made her freeze for a moment.
Her eyes widened at the size of his cock.
She took a deep breath and lowered her head, determined to get what she wanted.
She grasped it in her hand and stroked it while her slender finger traced the veins on its surface with astonishment.
"What a magnificent cock!"
She swallowed, then, with a roused expression, licked it and wrapped her moist lips around it.
The head of his enormous cock slid between her lips and rested heavily on her tongue. Instantly, her tongue began to swirl greedily around it, licking every sensitive bump and vein. She never broke eye contact, not for a moment.
Her throat tightened and opened. With a slow, gliding motion, she took it to the base.
Her lips reached his pelvis, her soft lips in a perfect ring around its base. Inside, her tongue never stopped moving, coiling, stroking, and teasing the underside while her cheeks hollowed with fierce, vacuum-like suction.
Slurp! Slurp!
The sounds of her vulgar, shameless devotion filled the room.
Kazuma's toes curled with pleasure as he felt his cock melt inside her mouth, but he refused to give in or show any expression.
As expected of a Succubus, I doubt Miyajima Sakura could possess such skills.
"Is that all?" Kazuma said calmly.
He remained steady, like an unmoving fisherman. Now that he understood her goal, he held the advantage.
Miyajima Sakura's enchanting eyes narrowed. She felt provoked; she couldn't believe for a moment that he could hold back and not ejaculate.
Her slender fingers unfastened the buttons of her shirt, revealing her cleavage and the breasts trapped within her blue bra.
With a graceful movement, she untied the tight bra that enveloped her full breasts.
Her full, soft boobs bounced up and down after being freed in a hypnotic movement, then she wrapped her boobs around his cock and began her double attack.
Miyajima Sakura moved her boobs around his cock, her mouth and tongue working like a Mixer. The sounds of her sucking filled the air as saliva trickled down her chin in a lewd scene.
Suck! Suck! Slurp!
...
"That child… seems a bit special…"
Miyajima Tsubaki knelt absentmindedly on the tatami, folding freshly dried clothes. She recalled the sensations she felt when meeting her daughter's classmate earlier. At that time, her body had actually produced some strange reactions.
However, being an adult, she had calmly suppressed them without showing any sign of abnormality.
"He seems like a good person… Are they really just classmates?" she murmured softly. "The way Sakura acts around him is different…"
Otherwise, she would never have allowed a boy to stay overnight.
The beautiful woman glanced toward the dojo again.
This was truly the first time her daughter had behaved like this.
After finishing her chores, she prepared some cut fruit in the kitchen to bring to Sakura's guest. But as she approached the dojo, she heard faint, indecent sounds drifting out from inside.
Before she could even discern the nature of those sounds, she saw the two figures, a man and a woman, in an obscene position inside the kendo dojo.
Her pupils shrank instantly.
She quickly stepped back and pressed herself against the wall beside the doorway, careful not to be noticed.
Covering her mouth, Miyajima Tsubaki held her breath, afraid of making any sound.
"They... they're actually doing that sort of thing..."
The breathing of the voluptuous and exquisitely beautiful Mrs. Tsubaki grew more and more ragged.
It was understandable for young men and women to engage in such activities together; Japanese parents were quite open-minded. However, what greatly shocked her was that Sakura was the one taking the initiative. Though it was only a fleeting glimpse, Miyajima Tsubaki had seen it clearly.
She had seen it very clearly.
Her daughter was kneeling before that person, using her hands and chest, and even her mouth——
Sakura had never had any exposure to this kind of knowledge before. That earnest, gentle daughter of hers had actually become so... lewd. Really... *Ugh*. And it wasn't just Sakura; there was also that kazuma-kun.
He was clearly a student, just a high school student. Why was he so... exaggerated? That size was truly terrifying. It shook this beautiful lady to her core. Yet, the image of her daughter swallowing it was something she found difficult to shake off, impossible to erase.
It was deeply imprinted in her heart.
*Tch*, he's a lewd child too~
Miyajima Tsubaki leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, listening to her daughter's muffled sobs. Within the lady's complex gaze, a layer of moisture began to spread.
Miyajima Sakura was unaware that her lewd posture had been seen by her mother. At this moment, she was drenched in sweat, her legs powerless, assuming a duck-sitting position. Propping herself up on the tatami with both hands, she panted heavily, feeling as if her mouth had gone numb.
Her originally tied-up ponytail had also come undone at some point, the hairband fallen to the floor. Her waist-length blue hair was now loose, giving her even more of the beauty and grace of a Yamato Nadeshiko. Only the expression of shame and frustration on her face disrupted this gentle aura.
Kazuma leaned back, as if enjoying the senpai's service, yet also as if mocking her.
"Senpai, it seems you can't keep going."
He glanced toward the doorway. He had noticed the figure that flashed by earlier. Even now, he could hear the slightly heavy breathing from outside. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
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