Mimata Chieri

I led Yukiko into my room instead of her own bedroom. There was no grand reason behind it. I simply wanted to have sex in a new atmosphere rather than the same space we used every day.

“Oh? Where are we?”

“My room.”

Of course Yukiko wasn’t actually asking because she didn’t know the location. She simply seemed startled that we had come somewhere different from what she expected.

“You’re the first woman to ever enter my room, Yukiko.”

In truth the housekeeper came in daily to clean, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I decided to award Yukiko the title of first woman to step inside. Since I had declared a strict no-visitors policy from the day I moved in, the first true guest—excluding the housekeeper—could only be Yukiko.

“Hehe♥”

Yukiko looked enormously pleased by my words. I laid the smiling woman down on the bed. She wore pink dolphin shorts paired with a white t-shirt, and the combination looked unbelievably sexy. Before our relationship began she had dressed modestly even at home, yet now she chose these bold outfits.

I wasn’t sure whether this had been her original style before I arrived or if she had deliberately chosen it to stimulate my lust, but the look was utterly desirable. What’s more, she apparently wore no bra beneath the white shirt; the clear outline of her nipples stood out vividly against the fabric.

I peeled off my pants with deliberate slowness, as if performing a striptease. Yukiko stared with such scorching intensity that it felt like her gaze might burn straight through the cloth.

“Aah…!”

The moment I freed my cock from my underwear it sprang upward, pointing skyward. Yukiko let out an involuntary moan of appreciation.

“How would you like it?”

“I want to smell it so much…! And then I want to suck it with my mouth…♥”

True to her scent fetish, inhaling came first. I approached slowly and laid my heavy shaft across her face. The moment the thick meat settled onto her nose, Yukiko’s body trembled as though a small orgasm had already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rippled through her.

“Mmm…. Ryuta’s smell… I love it so much…!”

While she nuzzled, licked, and sucked my cock, I reached down and caressed her nipples through her shirt. They had already stiffened into hard peaks that threatened to pierce the fabric, practically begging to be touched, so I obliged.

“Ahaang…! If you keep touching me like that, I can’t concentrate♥”

Yukiko briefly released my cock from her mouth and glanced up at me with misty eyes.

“But it still feels good, doesn’t it?”

“…Yes.”

“Then keep sucking.”

At my command she swallowed me again. From our very first time she had been astonishingly skilled, so I once asked how she possessed such technique. After dodging the question for a long while, she finally confessed when I pressed her about practicing on another man. She had bought a dildo roughly my size, hidden it in her room, and trained with it. Then she had flown into a rage, smacking me with the oversized toy while demanding how I could possibly accuse her of sucking another man’s cock. That night I had to repent thoroughly with my body.

I savored the wet heat of her fellatio while continuing to knead her breasts. Apparently even that wasn’t enough for her; Yukiko slipped a hand between her own legs and began masturbating while she sucked me. Her hot breath against my lower abdomen grew steadily warmer, and her tongue became more aggressive.

The delicate technique felt incredible, but as her movements shifted into pure cock-worship, my hips tightened and I felt semen rising.

“It’s coming, Mother…!”

I seized Yukiko’s head and drove myself as deep into her throat as possible. She opened wide, relaxing her throat to accept every inch. When my pelvis pressed flush against her lips with no gap whatsoever, my cock swelled and began pumping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thick ropes of cum.

Spurt! Spurt!

“Did it feel good?”

When I finally withdrew after the long ejaculation, Yukiko looked up with teary eyes and a bright smile.

“Yes, it felt incredibly good. This time let me take care of you.”

I answered by sliding her dolphin shorts down her legs. Between my earlier nipple play and her own masturbation, the scent rising from her was already thick and lewd. The panties beneath were utterly soaked, no longer serving any purpose as underwear.

I pressed my tongue against the drenched fabric where her folds showed through.

“Aang♥ My panties got all wet~.”

“What are you talking about? They’re already soaked.”

She seemed embarrassed that her own juices had drenched them, so she tried to claim I had made them wet by licking. Slightly annoyed by the lie, I stripped the panties off completely. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Then I stroked her pussy and held my fingers up before her eyes, showing the glistening strands of nectar that stretched like silk threads.

“Your panties got wet because of this lewd liquid pouring out of Yukiko’s pussy, not because of me.”

“Haaung…! That’s just your saliva from licking, Ryuta. It’s not mine♥”

When she continued denying that it was her own arousal, I put on a stern face.

“If you keep lying, I won’t give you this.”

I pointed at my cock. Still lying down, Yukiko writhed her hips seductively and gazed at me with desperate, hungry eyes.

“Mmm….. Okay, it’s my love juice! Ryuta’s big, delicious cock looked so tempting that my pussy started drooling on its own♥ Haaung…! Stop teasing me and hurry up and shove that thick, wonderful cock inside me…!”

Following her desperate plea, I thrust straight into her dripping folds. It had only been two days since we first slept together, yet her pussy twitched and clenched around me in eager welcome.

“Huuut! It feels so good!”

Yukiko writhed beneath the waves of pleasure crashing over her. I paid no attention to her thrashing and simply kept pumping my hips in a steady, relentless rhythm.

“Kyaung, haat, ahang! Something’s wrong with me, I’m turning weird, Ryuta♥”

The lewder she became each time I drove into her, the more I wanted to see. I kept thrusting. In that time Yukiko curled her toes and came again and again. Her body was exquisitely sensitive.

“Yukiko’s pussy belongs to me…!”

“Huuung♥ That’s right, everything of Yukiko’s belongs to Ryuta…! Haaaut!”

Her declaration triggered our climaxes at the same time. Thick semen surged from my cock, flooding her womb. Yukiko locked her legs behind my back, trapping me deep inside her throughout every pulse.

“Because Yukiko is yours, I can’t live without you anymore, Ryuta. So please don’t do anything dangerous…”

It seemed today’s shooting incident had affected her more deeply than I realized. I whispered that it hadn’t been dangerous at all into her ear and held her tight.

Monday morning I headed early to the Taira family’s main residence. The original plan had been lunch with Taira Danjo, but Grandmother Taira Shizuku said she wanted to see me, so I left a little sooner.

Now that I thought about it, this was the first time I had gone to the main house alone. Yukiko did not accompany me today; she had several tasks that absolutely required her attention. Besides, I was no longer a child. I could not keep dragging her along to the main house forever.

When I arrived, Taira Shizuku came running out and embraced me warmly.

“Kanna has gone off to school and it felt so lonely, but seeing my grandson’s face makes me happy!”

The Taira Kanna she mentioned was my aunt, a high-school student one year younger than me. I had only met her two or three times. I heard she attended an elite girls’ academy for daughters of distinguished families. The school was located far away in Yamanashi Prefecture, so she lived in a villa there and rarely saw her mother, Taira Shizuku.

“It’s been a while, Grandmother.”

“Don’t say ‘it’s been a while’ anymore. Come visit often.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

Taira Shizuku seemed genuinely disappointed that I did not visit more frequently. Well, it could not be helped. I had work at the Human Resources Development Center, women to meet, and countless other demands on my time.

“Shall I give my grandson who finally came after so long a toy as a present?”

I was about to protest that I was far too old for toys when Taira Shizuku began producing small golden statues.

I will visit often from now on, Grandmother.

I instantly reversed course and promised myself I would come to the main house frequently. After receiving the golden statues, I sat with Taira Shizuku in the traditional Japanese garden and drank tea. She told me the statues had been mementos of Taira Saburo. Apparently he had received them as gifts during his childhood.

It felt bittersweet. Seeing a grandmother who had lost her son at a young age and now treated the grandson she had barely met as if he were her own child stirred natural pity in me. I really ought to treat her better.

Kazuhiro and Kiyohira had called me the epitome of an unfilial son, comparing me to Lü Bu, yet I had no idea how they could say such things about someone who respected his elders. Even now I had just vowed to be kinder to Taira Shizuku.

Because she was a grandmother through and through, Taira Shizuku declared I had grown far too thin and brought out an enormous quantity of tea snacks. She set out nearly a full kilogram of wagashi. Eating all of it would surely bring on diabetes.

“You’re too thin. Eat plenty.”

“Yes…”

With ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my mouth already stuffed full of sweets and her still urging me to eat more, I eventually excused myself from Grandmother’s company and began my private meeting with Taira Danjo.