Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: The Widow Clings So Intensely!
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Yagitsune Ayame beamed inwardly at the sight of Rubelt's flustered expression, thrilled that her plan was unfolding just as she'd hoped.
'He's really reacting to my body. He truly finds me... desirable as a woman.'
Rubelt, the golden prodigy renowned for his wealth, handsome looks, and exceptional talent.
The fact that he was getting aroused by her body filled Ayame with ecstasy as a woman.
Her body, warmed by the Kitsunegoroshi sake shared with Rubelt, and her mind loosened by the alcohol.
It made her savor the validation of being desired as a female even more intensely than usual.
'Flustered Rubelt... so cute.'
At the same time, the sight of Rubelt—younger than her—fidgeting like that tickled Yagitsune Ayame's heart.
"A-Ayame, please don't do this. You don't have to..."
Rubelt reached out as if to pry her away, just like last time.
But Ayame could sense his movements were even clumsier and more hesitant than before.
'Rubelt is so kind, he might keep supporting us even if I back off now. But you never know with people's hearts. I need to make this certain...'
Yagitsune Ayame grabbed Rubelt's wrist as he tried to push her away and guided it straight to her breast.
His large hand made contact with Yagitsune Ayame's chest.
"Nngh..."
"A-Ayame!?"
'Rubelt's hand... it's so big. Definitely a man's.'
Whether from the alcohol or not, the slight sensitive stimulation, combined with the touch of a man she hadn't felt in so long, sent shivers through Yagitsune Ayame.
Just imagining what she would do next made her body heat up more and more.
"I'm serious, Rubelt. This body... even the breast you're touching right now... it's all yours."
"Gulp...!"
She heard him swallow hard.
The realization that Rubelt's anticipation and masculine excitement were focused entirely on her wrapped Ayame in waves of rapture and arousal.
Not as Yagitsune Ayame, the devoted mother who loved her daughter Kagura.
But as the female Yagitsune Ayame, whose ego swelled at capturing a male and drawing his fervent attention.
This sense of fulfillment and excitement drowned out any guilt over ensnaring her benefactor with such sordid means. Instead, a thrill of depravity lingered—the forbidden pleasure of arousing such intense sexual desire in a young man like Rubelt—fanning her flames even higher.
"Come on, Rubelt. Touch me more, just like you want."
She pressed down on the back of his hand against her breast, urging him to feel its full sensation.
"Nngh...!"
The stronger male grip made Yagitsune Ayame let out a moan.
"A-Ayame! I'll keep supporting you! I promise, so you don't have to—"
She'd secured his promise of continued patronage for now.
But Yagitsune Ayame, fully committed to seducing him properly, had no intention of stopping here—or anywhere, really.
"I'm so happy, Rubelt. Thank you truly. Then, as promised, from now on... this body is yours."
"Why do you have to phrase it like that...!"
Rubelt kept up his feigned panic at Yagitsune Ayame's relentless advance, but she slipped his hand inside her miko robes anyway.
Squish! His hand made direct contact with Yagitsune Ayame's bare breast.
"...!? A-Ayame, this is...!"
Yagitsune Ayame leaned in close to his ear and whispered seductively.
"For you, Rubelt... I didn't wear anything underneath. Not even... down there. Rubelt... don't you want to have me?"
"Th-That's..."
'He's flustered. Hesitating. Falling. Rubelt... that Rubelt, who saved me and Kagura and bestowed so many favors... he's succumbing to my body.'
Her guilt twisted into depravity, exciting her even more.
And she sought to absolve that guilt in another way.
'I'm sorry, Rubelt. But I'll make you feel so good with this body in return.'
In the end, Yagitsune Ayame's desires always circled back to being with Rubelt.
With her daughter Yagitsune Kagura absent, nothing held her back.
Then.
Grip!
"Hnnngh!"
Rubelt's hand suddenly seized Yagitsune Ayame's breast firmly on its own.
She pulled her face back slightly to look at him.
Rubelt wore the face of an aroused male, breathing raggedly as he spoke to her.
"This... this is your own doing, Ayame. If you tempt me like this, how can I hold back?"
"Ah..."
Rubelt admitting it himself, baring his lust for her.
The usually reliable, gentlemanly Rubelt—she had turned him into a beast.
The thought made Yagitsune Ayame's heart pound wildly.
Her lower belly throbbed hotly.
Imagining spending time with this feral version of Rubelt before her made her whole body burn with desire.
Yagitsune Ayame flashed a sultry smile she'd never worn in her daily life.
"Yes, it's all my fault, Rubelt. So please... do whatever you want with my body. Play with it to your heart's content."
I never expected Ayame to come on this strong.
And no bra, no panties?
It was a blatant invitation to devour her.
I'd heard rumors that widows were lewd here and there, and Hubunkun had grinned lecherously while joking about it casually.
But Ayame, the real widow, was radiating raw promiscuity from every pore.
Hubunkun!
Turns out widows are super lewd!
Beyond just lewdness, there was something wickedly demonic about Ayame's allure.
What was it... the ecstasy of completely seducing a younger man and making him piston mindlessly? That kind of sadistic thrill?
It was obvious she was getting off hard on the onee-shota vibe.
I'd played along like that, but damn, the effect was phenomenal.
Anyway.
Squish squish squish.
These tits are straight-up cheating.
I mean, they look insane from the outside, but this insane volume and the sticky-suction pull on my hands...
My hands... won't stop!
"Hnn! Nngh... Ahh...! You really love breasts, don't you, Rubelt?"
Ayame spoke in that teasing, almost motherly tone, like she was watching a playful kid.
I'll overwhelm her with my dick later, so for now, I'll play her game.
Hell, I'm kinda curious about some faux onee-shota or milf play myself.
"It's not just any breasts."
Good, I've shown I'm hooked—time to get bold.
"It's your breasts, Ayame, that are making me lose my mind!"
Service with a side of sincere flattery for Ayame!
I roughly yanked open her miko robes.
Her massive breasts spilled out with a boing~ that echoed in my head.
The sight was breathtaking.
Bigger than Kagura's—Ayame's overflowing G-cups were on full display.
Two pretty pink nipples crowned those huge tits, tracing pink circles that could make any man hard on sight.
I grabbed her jiggling breasts with both hands, holding them steady.
Not just letting her guide me this time.
My hands kneading freely, feeling like I was squeezing giant marshmallows.
And the softness was unreal—my fingers sank in, only for the breast to envelop them right back.
Ah...! These are demonic tits.
The kind that turn men into beasts, desperate to suck and grope and ravage!
That's exactly the impression Ayame's breasts gave off.
"Hnnngh! Nnngh...! I'm so glad you say that, Rubelt. Ahhn!"
And her moans—sultry, dripping with sex appeal—only stoked my lust further as I fondled her.
A whole different flavor from Rize's devoted, service-oriented seduction.
Ayame being a widow was erotic enough on its own, but this tactile and auditory combo was driving me insane.
Time to indulge fully.
"Ayame!"
I gathered her breasts and buried my face between them.
Paizuri facial, basically.
A way to savor the full, plush softness of Ayame's tits with my whole face.
Several times the surface area I'd felt with my hands alone.
The softness imprinted straight on my brain from point-blank range.
And her warm, cozy skin scent made my dick throb cozily too.
Don't ask how coziness and erection coexist. It just does.
Maybe this is the mystery of women.
Some philosophical thought flitted by, but I snapped back and pulled away.
"You like my breasts that much? You kept your face buried for five whole minutes."
What?
Five minutes?
Not five seconds?
Ayame's tits must double as time machines.
"Hah, hah... Ayame. You really mean I can do whatever I want?"
"Yes, of course. I already told you—this body is yours now."
Reconfirmed.
"Slurp!"
"Ahhn!"
I latched onto Ayame's breast and sucked.