Chapter 187: I’m a terrible woman. (R-18)

Pierced by Keiko’s venomous glare, Yumiko forcefully suppressed the sudden urge that rose within her to strip down, so her Kai could enjoy himself in comfort. Instead, with gentle movements, she carefully lifted his head away from her chest—though in doing so, she had to bite her lip, the stimulation making her tremble all over.

“… Should we take Kai upstairs?”

After delicately repositioning Kai in the chair, Yumiko whispered the question, trying to act as if nothing had happened—something Keiko chose to go along with. She responded in a similarly hushed tone, though her voice still carried clear traces of irritation.

“No, let’s let him rest here. We already gave the order that no one should disturb us, and he might wake up halfway if we try to move him.”

“Alright.”

Yumiko nodded and went to sit back down, but the slight movement made her all too aware of the wetness she was experiencing down below, causing her to blush deeply. She quickly whispered in a flustered tone.

“I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.”

Upon hearing the announcement, Keiko simply nodded as she adjusted herself in the chair, but as Yumiko stood up, her oversized shirt lifted slightly, revealing her round buttocks covered by her leggings. However, what caught Keiko’s attention wasn’t that—it was the large wet stain visible on the leggings, a stain of such a viscous liquid that when Yumiko spread her legs to stand up, thin strands formed between them, letting Keiko know exactly what it was.

(How horny…)

As Yumiko hurried back into the house, Keiko scoffed inwardly with disdain, then lay back down on the lounge chair. However, noticing that the sunlight was falling directly on Kai and might bother him, she carefully stood up. Using her Quirk, she quickly created a pair of rods and drove them into the ground. She then created a dark veil that blocked out the light and draped it over the umbrella, extending it with the rods to create a small shaded refuge.

Satisfied with her work, Keiko nodded to herself before slipping under the veil that now covered the large chair she had created. She immediately noticed the area warming up slightly, so she quickly crafted a small portable air conditioner, ensuring the temperature remained perfect, so her Kai could rest as he deserved—like a king.

Soon, Keiko returned to her place beside Kai and noticed he might be a bit uncomfortable without a pillow. Without hesitation, she created one, then gently lifted his head and slid it beneath him with great care. Afterward, she lay down next to him and embraced him softly, a beautiful smile gracing her face.

Not long after, Kai, still asleep, shifted slightly and ended up wrapping his arms around Keiko’s waist, burying his face into her ample chest. The gesture made the beautiful black-haired woman smile tenderly as she began to gently stroke his hair, cradling him with boundless love.

But as time passed, Keiko felt that Kai’s body heat—usually so comforting—was now igniting a different kind of warmth inside her. Her gaze was inevitably drawn to the young man’s lips, while her mind replayed over and over the image of when Kai had brushed Yumiko’s nipple with them.

As the minutes ticked by, Keiko’s faint desire and curiosity began to grow like wildfire, inevitably causing her body to grow intensely hot. Her breathing became heavy and deep, her heart racing wildly. After just a few minutes, she stopped stroking Kai’s hair and glanced around several times, noting that the area was perfectly secluded. At that moment, she pulled her phone from her dress pocket.

Once she had her phone, Keiko quickly dimmed the screen to its lowest brightness and began checking all the security cameras on the property. She realized Yumiko had hurried to her room—where there were no cameras—while Eva and her son were playing with the nurses in the front garden with the toys Kai had given them.

Meanwhile, the doctors were in the medical room packing up, Mrs. Yoshiko was in the kitchen reading a magazine, and even Salem and Tama were napping on the workshop’s roof. Essentially, there were no obstacles in the way. This made Keiko bite her lip with equal parts nervousness and anticipation.

After taking several deep breaths to steady her pounding heart, Keiko put her phone away. Then, after staring at Kai’s sleeping face for a few seconds, she whispered in an incredibly soft voice.

“Sage...”

With Keiko’s call, a beautiful fairy materialized before her, staring at her with curiosity. The elegant black-haired woman then leaned in and whispered in the quietest voice possible, visibly nervous.

“Sage… I know you’re completely loyal to Kai… but… is there a chance you wouldn’t report something to him unless he asks you about it directly…?”

Hearing the whisper, the stunning fairy tilted her head slightly with a curious expression, then floated closer and whispered back softly.

“I will always inform Master of anything that affects him directly or indirectly—no exceptions. However, if it’s entirely harmless and requires no further attention, it’s unnecessary to report it…”

Hearing the fairy’s response, Keiko couldn’t help but bite her lip with hesitation, her gaze shifting between her chest and Kai’s lips. After a few seconds of considering the possible consequences, she slowly raised her hand to her shoulder and began sliding down the strap of her dress.

As she lowered the top of her dress, Keiko looked at her breasts, which were covered by a sexy black lace bra with sheer fabric. The center was slightly raised due to her erect nipples. At that moment, she paused and turned to look at the spot where the beautiful fairy had been, only to realize she had already disappeared.

Hesitant, Keiko bit her lower lip hard but still brought her hand to her bra and pulled it down, revealing to the world her enormous, incredibly round and elastic breasts, which seemed to defy gravity—remaining perfectly firm in the air, with her pink nipples painfully erect and throbbing.

Immediately after, with incredibly careful movements, Keiko positioned herself so that her nipple was right in front of Kai’s mouth, almost brushing against it. She stayed completely still, waiting patiently—until, sensing something strange so close, the young man instinctively opened his mouth, gently capturing her nipple between his lips. This sent a shudder through Keiko.

Feeling the warm, wet sensation of Kai’s mouth on her nipple, Keiko bit her lower lip hard, desperately suppressing the tremors running through her body. But instead of calming down, her arousal only grew uncontrollably. So, with slow movements, Keiko slid her free hand under her dress and then beneath her panties, where she began to gently massage herself using only her middle finger.

(They did it first… and did worse… They’re the bad ones… Who knows how they’ve enjoyed my Kai? I’m just giving Kai what he wants… nothing more… Even Momo must have done more by now—maybe all of them together… at the same time… being wrecked over and over… This is nothing… just something minor in comparison…)

Biting down hard on her lower lip to avoid making noise, Keiko, feeling guilty, began searching for excuses in her mind as the movements of her hand grew stronger. For some reason, the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. But at that moment, Kai began slowly moving his lips—perhaps recognizing what was in his mouth—and started sucking gently, with slow, arrhythmic motions.

Feeling Kai suck on her nipple sent Keiko hurtling uncontrollably toward climax, forcing her to intensify her ‘massage’ to the point where she had to slide two fingers inside herself. They slipped in with incredible ease, as she was completely drenched, like a broken dam, all while keeping her gaze locked on Kai’s peaceful face.

(Kai… I’m sorry. I never saw you as a son or a nephew… I always saw you as my perfect future man, and you didn’t disappoint—you became even more perfect than I dreamed. But since Momo loved you, I decided not to interfere and let you two be happy. Seeing you both happy was all I wanted… But now that I know you’re with those sluts too, I don’t know if I can hold back anymore…

(This body is yours… it always has been. Even if it’s a little ‘dirty’, if you still want it, you can use me however you like. I’ll be your secret lover, your confidant, your ‘flesh bath’—whatever you desire… Just say the word, and I’ll be ready for you, and only you… I swear I’ll take this secret to the grave. I’ll never utter a single word. It’ll be our secret, just between you and me…)

Lost completely in pleasure, Keiko finally admitted her dark desires—though she didn’t dare voice them. After all, she was terrified that if she did, she might end up committing an act of madness she’d later regret. Besides, Sage was still there. And while the uncertainty of whether or not Sage would give Kai a video of all her misdeeds excited her wildly, it also terrified her, preventing her from saying anything.

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After rushing into her room in a hurry, Yumiko slammed the door shut and leaned her back against it, letting out a sigh of relief—grateful that no one had seen her on the way. But after a few seconds, the beautiful blue-haired woman brought her right hand to her right breast, where a faint wet mark was visible on her shirt over a small bump: her painfully erect nipple.

Quickly, Yumiko squeezed her nipple hard through her clothes, forcing a muffled moan from her lips as images flashed through her mind—Kai overpowering Haruto with dominance, along with the time her hand had directly touched that impressive dragon. Her face flushed deeply, but her left hand soon found its way between her legs, confirming just how incredibly wet she was.

“I’m a terrible woman…”

Stretching the fingers of her left hand in front of her, Yumiko couldn’t help but mutter under her breath with a hint of self-reproach. Yet, deep down, she felt a flicker of surprise—after all, she couldn’t remember ever being this aroused before, let alone over something as trivial as that brief touch. It was undeniable proof of her impure desire for her late best friend’s son, a desire infinitely stronger than anything she’d ever felt for her ex-husband.

But even though she knew it was wrong on so many levels, her feminine instincts—long dormant after years of a sexless marriage—made her body throb with need. Her sensitive areas ached, practically begging for attention. So, in one swift motion, Yumiko pulled up her shirt and freed her breasts from her flimsy bra, staring down at her painfully stiff nipples.

Every time she looked at her enormous breasts, Yumiko couldn’t help but think of Kai. Even though he hadn't seen them completely naked for a long time, ever since they stopped bathing together, she could still feel his affection and love in them. After all, even in her youth, due to their massive size and weight, her breasts had never been this firm and elastic—almost immune to gravity, something nearly inconceivable given her age, now closer to 40 than 30.

But thanks to Kai’s personalized diets, massages, and carefully supervised sporadic training, her once sagging and lifeless breasts had transformed into a pair of plump, juicy fruits. Even the color of her nipples, once darkened from breastfeeding her Nejire, had lightened significantly, losing that unflattering shade and now taking on a pretty, soft pink—even lovelier than in her prime.

Running her hand over her toned, flat abdomen and the curve of her breasts—areas once marred by ugly stretch marks but now smooth and supple, softer than a baby’s skin—Yumiko could almost feel Kai’s warm hands caressing her, healing all her pains and shielding her from every harm. The thought sent her arousal skyrocketing, an uncontrollable desire unlike anything she’d ever felt.

With her mind overwhelmed, Yumiko quickly tugged her leggings and underwear down to her ankles, then bent slightly to spread her legs completely. At the same time, she pinched her left nipple hard, pulling it outward several centimeters, while thrusting her middle and ring fingers inside herself, moving them with such furious intensity that wet, slapping sounds soon filled the entire room.

“Kai…”

As pleasure coursed through every part of her being, Yumiko couldn’t help but gasp out the name of the one responsible for her arousal. A shiver ran through her, filling her with equal parts guilt and pleasure, giving her just enough courage to start voicing her darkest desires—while also speeding up the way she pleasured herself.

“The only one who can satisfy me is you, Kai… My breasts are bigger than Nemuri’s, and my ass is sexier than Ryuko’s… And I’m sure Nejire would love the idea of a little brother… So just give me a little love… a little hot sex… I want to feel you inside me…”

Masturbating more intensely than ever before, Yumiko let slip words she would never dare say in front of anyone else, trembling from the uncontrollable pleasure. A few minutes later, her body shook violently as a gush of her juices sprayed onto the floor, draining all her strength and causing her to slide down against the door, ending up sitting on the floor in disheveled exhaustion. She felt strangely empty and unsatisfied—her fingers just weren’t enough.

“Sometimes I wonder if you could see the future better than Kai, Alisa…”

Looking at the wet floor, Yumiko whispered to herself, recalling her friend’s words—how she kept saying that her son would be so devilishly charming that no one could resist him. At the time, Yumiko had thought it was just the silly rambling of a mother smitten with her little baby, but her words turned out to be painfully accurate. Neither she nor her daughter had been able to escape his allure.

But as she ran her hand over her trembling pussy, Yumiko couldn’t help but notice the hair covering it. She pinched a small tuft between her fingers and tugged, realizing it had grown quite long and unkempt—which made sense. It had been so long since she’d last been intimate, and she hadn’t expected to be again… until now.

“I should tidy this up a little…”

Staring at the blue hair between her legs, Yumiko muttered under her breath, almost unconsciously, before her cheeks flushed bright red. Immediately, she began scolding herself softly as she got up from the floor.

“What am I thinking… fantasies should stay just that…”

Embarrassed with herself, Yumiko quickly stripped off her clothes and grabbed a bathrobe, then stepped into the shower. But just as she was about to turn on the water, she bit her lip softly. After a brief pause, with quick, flustered steps, she rushed to a cabinet—her face burning red—and pulled out a brand-new disposable razor.

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