Chapter 99
Chapter 99
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Onahole Family
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"Ugh..."
Aftercare, via Hypnosis Ghost.
I cast hypnosis to wrap up the impregnation sex with the black-haired busty mother-daughter duo.
............
......
"Yawn."
I woke up from a deep sleep to find the blanket bulging round and misty.
Peeking underneath, Diana was curled up like a cat, sucking my cock.
"Slurp. Slurp. Smooch♡ You awake?"
"Hoo..."
My onahole, Diana.
She'd been sucking my cock while I slept—
The realization brought a profound sense of emotion, and I naturally accepted the sight.
Life turned around, Moro.
Stroking Diana's head made her suck even harder.
Thanks to the voluntary service from the hypnotized delinquent, I felt deep bliss.
"Smooch... smooch... chu pa... Where're you petting, hmph..."
Maybe sensing what I liked, Diana's tongue worked busier.
A situation any guy would love, but worried she might hate wake-up blowjobs,
She checked my reactions one by one with her tongue movements.
Once convinced I liked it, her mouth-pussy turned aggressive.
"Shluuuurp! Smooch, smooch. Lick lick lick lick."
Ooooh.
Petting her head to say she's doing great.
A delinquent giving morning head? Top-tier.
"Lick, lick. Lick. Lick. Paha. Smooch. Mom says eat breakfast."
"Yeah. Guess I'll eat before I go."
"Cock's all swollen. Gonna cum? In your onahole mouth-pussy?"
"'Cause you're sucking it like that..."
Diana effortlessly deepthroated to the root, then licked and wrapped her tongue around it.
"Churu ru rup. Churu ru ru."
Ugh.
Milking me from the morning...
I thrust into Diana's mouth-pussy and unloaded down her throat.
Her eyelids fluttered in surprise, but she soon tightened her lips, taking me deep.
"Gulp♡ Gulp♡"
Diana swallowed every drop like, "Onahole's gotta do her job."
"When'd you get so good at throating?"
"Forgot how you forced this monster down my throat every time?"
"No gagging now."
"Hah, whose fault?"
Arin was busy tasting the food in the kitchen.
....
The wedding ring was back on her finger.
"Good morning... or rather, a bit late for that. Sleep well, Yeon-ah?"
Arin glanced back at my presence, cheeks flushing.
"Yeah..."
Ah, nice vibe...
I groped Arin's royal ass big-time.
No need to ask permission.
She's my onahole.
Groping like it was natural, I slipped my hand into her panties, gently stroking her pussy.
Arin squirmed with my forearm invading her lower belly but obediently let her pussy feel me.
Great wife. For real.
"......"
Pull my hand out, slide her panties aside.
Pinch the protruding pussy hole, spread the flesh, press my glans to the pink mucosa.
Knowing it's doggy prep, Arin stuck out her ass, staying still.
Observing that violent ass from behind, I shoved my cock into her pussy hole.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ngh! Nyah...♡"
"Ah~~ Moro, already doing doggy. Doesn't matter now if it's couple's yoga or whatever, right? You don't just wanna fuck my mom?"
"She's my onahole now. Your mother."
I shamelessly slammed my hips into Arin's royal ass,
Shoving my cock—hard from Diana's wake-up blowjob—deep into her womb and shaking it.
Her warm, prepped body heated up more against milf ass.
Best workout ever.
Thrusting away, I groped her tits too.
Prime volume even from the side.
"Right, Arin?"
"......Ngh, ngh..., ngh...!"
Squeeze—♡
Wait for her answer during doggy.
Arin soon mixed hot breaths into her words.
"Yes, onahole—♡ milf is Moro's onahole♡"
"Mom, so vulgar."
Her daughter's quip made Arin's pussy clench harder.
"Cumming in pussy!"
Impregnation sex!
Creampieing the ringed, cooking wife from behind—another level of pleasure.
Splurt! Splurt! Spluuuuursh...!!
Aaah, lots coming out.
Arin pressed her big ass back, grinding softly to take more.
"More, cum more in this married onahole pussy♡"
Ughhh...
This performance without hypnosis? Amazing milf.
I clung to her waist, dumping the rest.
Then we ate at the table like a real family.
"Eat up♡"
"I usually cook, but Mom insisted on showing off after a year away from the kitchen, so it might not taste great."
No way, secret like that?
"~~~~Diana."
Arin bounced in her seat, embarrassed. Cute milf.
"Diana, didn't know you had a domestic side."
"Athletes gotta cook basics. Diet management's the start of training."
"Your mom was an athlete too."
"Taste is separate, duh."
Diana giggled tasting the sides.
"Not bad today. Good job, Mom."
"Phew..."
"Tough daughter must be rough."
"She's lovable."
They have this side at home.
Environment seems perfect—why'd she turn delinquent? Mystery.
"Why stare? I'm eating."
"'Cause you're pretty."
Diana shoved food in without a word.
"Diana. Ahh~?"
"Eat your damn food."
Arin picked sides for me.
"Ahh."
"Mom!"
"Nom nom. Married women hit different. Diana, watch and learn."
"Hilarious. Turning wife and daughter into onaholes and saying that?"
Diana performed her onahole role as if it were obvious.
Inspired by her casual routine,
Arin, at hypnosis depth around Lv. 3, melted into it without discomfort or alarm.
Like how a daughter reins in a dad,
In a hypnosis worldview, cooperation from 'familiar people' is key.
"H-Honey. Diana. Already eating?"
Then Arin's husband came home.
I set down my utensils, chugged water, and stood.
"Got a free meal, so... gotta finish the care."
"Care? What?"
Can't have the husband catching on and flipping the house.
This place is my home now.
I declared it, sprinkling hypnosis.
Hero Party "Stella Link"
Now truly called a hero party without shame.
Rak Lynshu, closest to the previous hero.
Our leader's rep soared in two weeks, drawing tons of attention.
(P.S. Credit for blocking Nialite went fully to Rak.)
(I just stayed back, and it naturally became his achievement.)
Off the 'hero growth story' track,
But "Rak at Stella Link's center" flowed naturally—we agreed.
To keep my extra identity minimal.
Mimicking the shell kept party vibes normal.
Rak leads, heroines support—
I spectate from behind.
A month passed like that.
How's the NTR story going?
Smooth persuasion? Failed?
Curiosity flickered but melted into peaceful routine.
Days of visiting delinquents' homes for impregnation sex, unchanged.
Felt fine to continue forever.
Surprised myself.
"Chance! Fuck the main heroines quick! Uhihihi!!"
...No such thoughts.
Means I valued this party.
Intense dungeon crawls, sorting demon king omens, sharing results.
Afterparty drinks, feasts, fun talks.
Those days running out made them precious.
Suddenly, phone buzzed. Rak calling me—heart oddly stirred.
Premonition something's happening.
——Convinced her?
Elysia? No way.
Toughest to sway among heroines—Elysia's chastity firmer than hero imagines.
Photo?
After a 1-sec load, it revealed itself.
....
Relief it's not Elysia, oddly.
It's here—explosive excitement scrambled my head.
Daily life fine as is...
Lazy thoughts crumbled before this overwhelming irregularity.
Hero sharing heroine's lewd pic.
Brain-melting fact.
Did I warp Rak, or him me?
Boundary blurred—hands shook, breath quickened.
'Pink hair—.'
Expression screams inexperienced slutty selfie, embarrassed.
Karina Flaemeir.
Our party's mage.
Karina liked me?
Felt like it sometimes...
Rak spilled frantically, then paused.
If it hurts, don't. But can't say that.
Rak went silent.
Exactly as expected—super aroused?
No more "Rak's precious main heroines" here.
"If Moro fails and she still prefers me, I'll live as a man."
Rak's taunt flashed—knowing my power, he set the board.
He wants to be a girl.
Shatter his male ego? Make him regret asking.
First up: Karina Flaemeir.