Chapter 77: Chapter 36

Late at night.

Seijirou lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to fit the unexpected "gift" into his existing schedule.

What exactly was he supposed to do with the mother and daughter pair? He needed domestic help, yes, but the unspoken demand for intimacy—so clearly hinted at by his mother—complicated things.

Should I treat them as simple staff? Or should I indulge the Oyakodon angle my mother is pushing?

Just then, a soft, tentative knock sounded at the door—three light taps.

"Come in," Seijirou called out, sitting up slightly.

The door opened slowly, revealing Yuko, and Seijirou’s eyes widened momentarily. She was no longer wearing the maid uniform.

Now, she was wearing only a sheer, see-through silk nightgown—a delicate, light fabric that revealed far more than it concealed, suggesting a complete lack of undergarments beneath.

She stood framed in the doorway, her beautiful white hair slightly disheveled, her blue eyes wide and nervous.

"Seijirou-sama," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I apologize for disturbing you. May I... may I speak with you?"

Seijirou let her in without comment, sitting back on the bed.

Yuko closed the door with a trembling hand and stood before him, the distance between them feeling charged with anxiety and tension.

She stared intently at Seijirou. Her mind was a whirlwind of desperate calculation.

Yuko knew the cruel truth: only he could secure her and Haruka’s long-term safety.

One word from him could either send them into the political meat grinder her former mistress had threatened, or ensure their peaceful existence under his protection.

I need to make sacrifices, she thought fiercely. Cleaning and cooking were common skills; anyone could do that. To make herself indispensable, to ensure they would not be abandoned or handed off to some other, worse fate, she had to offer something unique.

She was determined to give him her body, offer everything she can. She knew she was still desirable; despite being in her mid-thirties, there were no traces of aging on her face—the result of meticulous care and good genes.

She looked young enough to pass for a woman in her twenties, and her curvaceous body still evoked the lust of men, a fact evidenced by the blatant stares she attracted whenever she went shopping.

This was the only currency she had left.

Seijirou finally broke the silence. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Yuko?"

Seijirou’s gaze lingered on Yuko’s form as she stood in front of him, the thin white nightgown clinging to her curves like a second skin.

The fabric was so sheer it hid nothing—her full breasts swayed gently with each movement, dark nipples hardening against the material from the cool air or perhaps anticipation.

Below, the shadow of her trimmed bush was visible, and the outline of her rounded ass shifted as she trembled faintly.

Instead of answering, Yuko took two slow steps forward and, before Seijirou could react, she gracefully climbed onto the bed and situated herself in his lap.

The sheer fabric of her gown slid against his skin, and the warmth of her body was immediately apparent.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes pleading and searching, only inches from his face, trying to gauge his immediate reaction.

If he doesn’t want this, if he shows even a trace of disgust or resistance, then will stop immediately and beg his forgiveness, she resolved.

Seijirou, however, showed no resistance.

His eyes were as clear as always, assessing, but devoid of revulsion.

He remained utterly still, allowing her to settle there.

Seeing this lack of objection, Yuko breathed a shaky sigh of relief—a silent confirmation that her sacrifice might not be rejected.

Tears welled in her eyes, not from shame, but from sheer desperation and relief.

"Seijirou-sama," she begged, her voice thick with emotion, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Please... please do not abandon us. I know we are your property now, but please keep us here. I can offer you anything. I will do whatever you say, whatever you command. I will let you do whatever you please with me. Just... please protect us."

He blinked.

Well, he wasn’t exactly planning on propositioning his new maid the very first night, but as his mind drifted back to his mother’s comments and the easy Oyakodon narrative she had laid out, he realized the universe—or the game—was simply serving up the path of least resistance.

Since the food itself had flown right to his mouth, he mused with a cynical internal shrug, he couldn’t very well refuse to eat it, could he?

Yuko settled onto Seijirou’s lap, her thighs straddling his, the warmth of her body pressing against him through their clothes.

Without a word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, urgent kiss, her tongue slipping past his teeth to tangle with his.

Seijirou’s hands immediately roamed her curves, sliding up her sides to cup her full breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he returned the kiss with equal hunger.

He broke away just enough to murmur against her mouth,

’The taste of a mother... it’s simply richer, and more intoxicating than any young girl’s.’

He thought, laced with dark appreciation, as his fingers pinched her nipples through her blouse, drawing a soft gasp from her.

Things heated up fast as Yuko tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, while Seijirou yanked her night gown open, buttons scattering across the floor.

Instantly, her barely covered heavy breasts were exposed, nipples already hardening in the cool air.

He shoved her skirt up her hips, his hands gripping her ass to grind her against the growing bulge in his pants.

She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fumbling with his belt, freeing his thick cock from his trousers.

It sprang out, hard and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum.

Seijirou stood abruptly, lifting her with him, and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced lightly on the mattress, her legs spreading instinctively as he climbed over her, shedding the rest of his clothes.

He pinned her down with his weight, crashing his lips against hers again in a bruising kiss.

His mouth trailed down her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin until red marks bloomed—hickeys that would bruise purple by morning.

"Mine..." he growled, biting her collarbone just enough to sting, then soothing it with his tongue.

Yuko arched beneath him, her hands clutching his shoulders, not protesting, just breathing heavily as he marked her throat, her breasts, even nipping at the underside of one mound.

His fingers then delved between her thighs, finding her pussy already slick and swollen.

He rubbed her clit in firm circles, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them to stroke her inner walls.

Yuko whimpered, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

"So wet for me already," he said, his voice rough.

He withdrew his fingers, slick with her juices, and pushed them into her mouth.

"Taste yourself."

She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling around his digits, eyes locked on his.

Seijirou then quickly positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging her entrance, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her tight heat.

Yuko cried out, her nails digging into his back as he stretched her, but he didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a punishing rhythm.

Her pussy clenched around him, as if trying to milk his shaft with every stroke.

He fucked her deep, grinding his hips to hit her cervix, watching her face contort in pleasure and pain.

But he wanted more—wanted to test her limits, see how far she’d let him go.

As he pounded into her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, his other wrapping around her throat in a light choke.

She gasped, but her eyes burned with consent, her body yielding.

He squeezed just enough to make her vision blur at the edges, then released, leaning down to bite her nipple hard, tugging it between his teeth until she yelped.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach.

"Ass up," he commanded, and she complied, pushing her hips back, presenting herself.

He slapped her ass cheek sharply, the sound echoing, leaving a red handprint.

Another smack, harder, and she moaned, pushing back for more.

Seijirou spread her cheeks, spitting on her tight asshole before pressing his thumb against it.

He worked it in slowly, feeling her tense then relax around the intrusion.

"Good girl," he praised, thrusting his cock back into her pussy while his thumb fucked her ass in tandem.

Yuko buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as he double-penetrated her with hand and dick.

He added a finger to her ass, stretching her wider, preparing her. Then he withdrew everything, lining up his cock with her rear entrance.

Her eyes widened as she looked back to him, "W-Wait, Seijirou-sama that’s —"

"You can take this," he said, pushing in inch by inch.

She whimpered, but didn’t pull away, her body trembling as he filled her ass completely.

Once seated, he started thrusting, slow at first, then faster, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy.

He reached around to rub her clit, making her buck wildly.

"Cum for me while I fuck your ass," he ordered, and she did, her body convulsing, walls clenching around nothing as her orgasm ripped through her.

Seijirou didn’t stop, pounding harder, chasing his own release.

He pulled out at the last second, flipping her over and straddling her chest.

His hand pumped his cock furiously until hot ropes of cum splattered across her face and breasts, marking her in another way.

Panting, he stared at her exhausted face, her eyes hazy, and his mind suddenly raced with more ideas—bondage, toys, even rougher play.

Yuko turned to him, wiping a streak of cum from her lip and licking it clean, her eyes hazy but willing.

She hadn’t complained once, letting him use her body however he desired.

"More?" she whispered, and he grinned, already hardening again.

But, just then, a knock was heard from the door.