Chapter 78: Chapter 37

Seijirou and Yuko stared at the door, and suddenly, it opened ever so silently.

Haruka then walked in.

She was dressed in a white nightgown, her cheeks were flushed crimson, a violent contrast to the paleness of her skin and the coldness of her gaze.

Her expression was a terrifying mix of perfect, trained stoicism and deep, unavoidable embarrassment at seeing the naked form of her mother, Yuko, intertwined with the equally bare body of Seijirou.

She didn’t react with a shout, or even a gasp seeing them, after all she had heard the suppressed sounds of their lovemaking through the door,the stifled gasps and rhythmic creak of the springs, and had only knocked and entered when she assumed they were done.

Yuko’s eyes widened in profound shock and mortification as she scrambled instantly to cover herself, pulling the silken sheets up to her neck, stuttering in genuine, maternal distress.

"Haruka! What... what are you doing here?!" she stammered, appalled that her daughter had witnessed her ultimate act of submission.

Haruka stopped a few feet from the bed, her voice devoid of any emotion as she replied. "The same reason as to why you are here, Mother."

Yuko gaped at her.

In Haruka’s mind, everything was brutally simple: offering herself to Seijirou alone was a far superior outcome to the alternative of being sold off to some old businessman or politicians who are more disgusting than the other

For her, sacrificing her body, the only truly valuable, undisputed asset she still possessed, for the guaranteed safety and protection of both herself and her mother was entirely worth it.

It was pragmatic, even.

After all, it wasn’t as if she was saving her virginity for some special love or romantic ideal.

She doesn’t even believe in love. For her, the purpose of dating is marriage, and the purpose of marriage is for procreation.

So ultimately, people only wanted to find a mate to procreate with. Love does not exist.

A parents love? It is the instincts of most animals to protect and provide for their children.p

’If it’s useful, then use it,’ she thought. That had always been her singular principle for survival in this treacherous world.

And logically, she believed her young, untouched body was objectively more desirable than her mother’s.

She had fully intended to offer herself to Seijirou first, bargaining for their safety, only to discover that her mother had been more proactive, beating her to the essential sacrifice.

Yuko quickly recovered enough to speak, her voice tight with panic. "Go back to your room, Haruka! We are having... important things to discuss!"

She blushed furiously, though not because she was a prude, but because she couldn’t bear the shame of this discussion, this transaction, taking place under her daughter’s knowing eyes.

Haruka ignored her mother completely as her gaze remained fixed on Seijirou. Then, with a deliberate, mesmerizing slowness, she reached up and took off her nightgown.

The gown slipped silently down her body, puddling around her ankles as she took a deliberate step forward, and standing completely naked except for a pair of small, black lace panties.

Her chest was rising and falling slightly, the only sign of her inner turmoil, and her cold, emotionless eyes stared directly into Seijirou’s, an offering and a challenge wrapped into one.

"A mother and daughter," Haruka stated, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts. "Is this enough for you not to abandon us, Seijirou-sama?"

Seijirou looked from the desperate, tear-filled eyes of Yuko to the cold, challenging gaze of Haruka.

He saw not two victims, but two highly motivated, deeply valuable assets, perfectly packaged and offered to him out of absolute desperation.

He didn’t need to say anything. He merely let a slow, satisfied, predatory smile spread across his face.

The answer undeniable.

Seijirou’s smile widened, his eyes darkening with raw hunger as he took in the sight before him.

Yuko clutching the sheets to her chest like a fragile shield, her face a mask of humiliated defeat, and Haruka standing tall and exposed, her lithe body a stark contrast to her mother’s softer curves.

The air in the bedroom thickened, charged with the scent of sweat and lingering arousal from Yuko’s earlier surrender.

He shifted on the bed, his cock already stirring back to life, half-hard from the memory of burying himself inside Yuko’s warm, yielding pussy just moments ago.

Without a word, he extended a hand toward Haruka, beckoning her closer with a curl of his fingers.

His voice came low and commanding, laced with amusement. "Come here, Haruka. Show me exactly what you’re offering."

Haruka’s breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet, until she stood at the edge of the bed.

Her breasts rose and fell with each controlled inhale, nipples hardening in the cool air, or perhaps from the weight of his gaze raking over her skin.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties and slid them down her legs, letting them join the discarded uniform on the floor.

Now fully naked, she revealed the neat trim of white hair above her untouched slit, her thighs pressing together instinctively before she forced them apart, presenting herself.

Yuko whimpered from behind the sheets, her voice breaking. "Haruka, please... you don’t have to do this. I already—"

"Mother," Haruka cut her off sharply, though her own voice wavered, betraying the storm beneath her stoic facade. "I have already made my decision."

She climbed onto the bed with mechanical precision, kneeling between Seijirou’s spread legs.

Her hands trembled as she reached for his thighs, but she steeled herself, nails digging lightly into his skin from nervousness before she leaned in.

Seijirou watched her approach, his cock twitching fully erect now, the thick shaft curving upward, veins pulsing with anticipation.

He glanced at Yuko, his tone mocking yet possessive. "Watch closely, Yuko. See how your daughter serves me. This is what loyalty looks like."

He grabbed a fistful of Haruka’s hair, guiding her face toward his groin without force, but with unmistakable authority of a superior.

Haruka’s cold eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of defiance flashing before she parted her lips.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as she sucked tentatively at first, then deeper.

The taste of him—salty, musky, and surely mixed with the faint remnants of her mother’s juices—made her stomach twist, but she pushed it down, focusing on the task.

She bobbed her head slowly, lips stretching around his girth, her inexperience evident in the awkward rhythm, but her determination made it all the more intoxicating.

Seijirou groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust shallowly into her mouth.

"That’s it... suck harder. Use that pretty mouth like you mean it." He turned his head toward Yuko, who had peeked out from the sheets, her eyes wide with a horrifying mix of horror and reluctant fascination.

Tears streaked her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away, her body still humming from her own recent climax.

"Join us," Seijirou ordered Yuko, his voice roughened by pleasure. "Touch her. Show her how to please me properly."

Yuko froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The shame burned hotter than ever, but the fear of refusal—of losing this fragile protection—propelled her forward.

She released the sheets, letting them pool around her waist, her full breasts exposed once more, nipples pebbled from the chill and the twisted arousal she couldn’t deny.

Crawling closer on her knees, she placed a hesitant hand on Haruka’s back, feeling the tension in her daughter’s slender frame.

"Like this," Yuko murmured, her voice thick with emotion, guiding Haruka’s head with gentle pressure.

She leaned in beside her daughter, their faces inches apart, and extended her tongue to lick along the side of Seijirou’s shaft where Haruka’s lips couldn’t reach.

Mother and daughter worked him together now, Haruka sucking the tip while Yuko lapped at the base, their breaths mingling hot and uneven.

Seijirou’s hips bucked, a low growl escaping his throat as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

The sight of them—Yuko’s experienced tongue swirling around his balls, lifting and sucking one into her mouth, while Haruka gagged softly around his length, saliva dripping down her chin—was perfection.

The power surged through him, their submission a drug he craved more with every passing second.

Ah, he wished Aiko and Suzune could do this to him.

But he knew it would be impossible for now.

Although he believes Suzune doesn’t mind him actually being in a sexual relationship with other woman, she would probably be angry if she knew he was banging her mother.

And Aiko as well, although she was submissive to Seijirou and would listen to him, her pride would absolutely not allow her to sleep with Seijirou along with her own daughter.

He pulled Haruka off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening.

"Enough. Lie back. Both of you." His command brooked no argument.

Haruka obeyed first, reclining on the pillows with her legs parted, exposing her slick folds, which was already wet despite herself, her body’s betrayal to the fear and the forbidden thrill.

Yuko followed, lying beside her daughter, their naked forms pressed close, skin flushing where they touched.

Seijirou positioned himself between Haruka’s thighs, his cock nudging against her entrance.

He looked down at her, then at Yuko, who reached out to clasp her daughter’s hand, squeezing it in silent apology and solidarity.

"This will hurt at first," he warned, though his tone held no sympathy, only promise. "But you’ll take it. For your safety."

With a single, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside her, breaching her virginity in one smooth motion.

"Ah!" Haruka cried out, her body arching, nails digging into the sheets as pain lanced through her core.

He was thick, stretching her tight walls mercilessly, but he didn’t stop, sinking deeper until his hips met hers.

Yuko turned her face away, tears flowing freely, but Seijirou grabbed her chin, forcing her to watch.

"Look at her. See how she gives herself to me because of you and your husband." He began to move, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm that made the bed creak anew.

Haruka’s gasps turned to moans, pain mingling with unexpected sparks of pleasure as her body adjusted.

She clung to her mother’s hand, their fingers intertwined, while Seijirou fucked her relentlessly, his free hand roaming to pinch Yuko’s nipple, twisting it until she yelped.

"Touch yourself," he commanded Yuko. "Finger your pussy while I claim your daughter."

Humiliation warred with obedience as Yuko slid a hand between her own legs, circling her clit, her arousal building shamefully as she watched Seijirou’s cock piston in and out of Haruka’s dripping cunt.

The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh, Haruka’s whimpers evolving into desperate pleas, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

Seijirou leaned down, capturing Haruka’s mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries, before pulling back to do the same to Yuko, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips.

He was everywhere, owning them both, his pace quickening as climax approached.

"Cum for me, Haruka," he growled against her ear. "Show me you’re mine now."

Her body obeyed before her mind could protest, shattering around him in a wave of ecstasy, her pussy clenching tight, milking his cock.

That was all it took—Seijirou buried himself deep and came, flooding her with hot spurts of cum, marking her as his.

He collapsed between them, breathing heavily, one arm draped possessively over each woman.

Yuko and Haruka lay still, bodies entwined in exhaustion and defeat, their sacrifice sealed in the most intimate way possible.

But in Seijirou’s eyes, this was only the beginning of their new reality under his protection....and his control.