September 2, Tuesday.
Summer has ended, replaced by the crisp coolness of autumn.
For the youth of Japan, the bustling summer vacation is over. Memories of lively firework festivals, beaches, and bonfires have been replaced by routine.
For some, they are beautiful memories of youth; for others, they are memories of working part-time to fill an empty wallet. Now, all of them—in uniforms that still feel unfamiliar after the long holiday—mingle with the crowd of "corporate slaves" whose faces are weary and who know no holidays, cramming into trains and onto sidewalks on their way to school and work.
In the quiet, elite Bunkyo District, a simple Scandinavian-style house with clean lines and natural wood stands unassumingly. This is the Rokuhara Residence.
From the outside, it looks like an ideal family home featured in a magazine. Inside, it is inhabited by five beautiful, high-class women and a single man—the center of all the complicated domestic dynamics.
"..."
Inside a spacious, minimalist room, Ren stands in front of a mirror, wearing his high school uniform. His white shirt is neat, his tie is perfectly knotted, and his blazer jacket hangs nearby. However, the lower half is still empty; his dark gray trousers are still lying on the bed.
"Hubby, you're taking a long time to get dressed... Haaa, just as I thought, you're doing something lewd with Ai-san."
The bedroom door opens without a knock, and Itsuki appears there.
Her face shows no surprise, as if the scene before her was what she had expected. Her large, swollen belly—nine months along—makes her walk with a slight difficulty.
Turning around, Ren meets her gaze without shame. Sure enough, between his spread legs, Hayasaka is kneeling. Her blonde hair is a little messy, and she is busy with her mouth, taking care of her master's morning libido.
"Wait a moment, Itsuki-sensei. This will be over soon."
Ren ignores Itsuki's sullen look, his hand reaching for Hayasaka's head, pushing her deeper until her nose touches his groin.
"...!!!"
Hayasaka doesn't resist, only accepts it submissively. A few seconds later, Ren's body trembles, and he releases a thick, white fluid directly into the girl's throat.
"Gulp... Gulp..."
As if she is very used to it, Hayasaka swallows without expression, not even coughing. She then calmly wipes the remaining fluid from the corner of her lips and a few strands of pubic hair from her face with the back of her hand.
Standing up, Hayasaka takes Ren's trousers from the bed and helps him put them on with the efficient movements of a trained maid.
"With your permission, Ren-sama."
Hayasaka turns to leave. When she passes Itsuki, she bows politely before leaving the room.
"Do you not know the meaning of self-restraint, hubby?" Itsuki sighs, walking closer with difficulty due to her large stomach.
"Poor Ai-san, she must be exhausted preparing breakfast for six people and also having to serve your sexual desires."
Despite complaining, her hands gently tidy Ren's slightly messy shirt collar, the act of a virtuous "wife". It's ironic, considering their actual relationship is the taboo one of teacher and student.
"There's nothing I can do about it." Shrugging, Ren smiles innocently. "Itsuki-sensei knows my libido is far above average, don't you? The best proof is that I made you pregnant for nine months with just one sausage and two eggs!"
His hand gently pats her belly.
"Moo~ don't make such dirty jokes in the morning. It's embarrassing!" Itsuki protests, her face turning red. She buries her face in his chest, embarrassed but also enjoying this intimacy.
"Kyaa~"
However, her embarrassment soon turns to shock when she feels Ren's hands not just hugging her, but also creeping down, squeezing her plump buttocks through her skirt, and even lifting her skirt and going inside her underwear.
"Where are your hands touching?" Itsuki glares, trying to push him away, but her strength is no match.
"Itsuki-sensei, let's have one round, okay?" Ren coaxes, his voice low and tempting in her ear.
"No way!" Itsuki rejects him strongly, though her breathing has already started to become ragged. "You'll be late! And besides, you just did it with Ai-san not long ago, you're still not satisfied?"
Her face is flushed, a mix of passion and worry.
"Don't forget, hubby, I could give birth at any time. What if something happens to our child?"
Her hands affectionately caress her large belly, which contains the child of her own student—a secret they keep tightly.
Ren sees this, and for a moment, his face softens. He sighs, as if holding back a great disappointment.
"Fine, I'll listen to you. But... at least satisfy me with a kiss."
"You... Haaa... How did I ever fall in love with a pervert like you?"
Complaining, Itsuki looks into Ren's serious and desiring eyes.
Finally, with a groan of surrender, Itsuki nods. Ren immediately cups her face and covers her mouth with his own lips.
The kiss is not a soft and loving one. It is a deep, passionate, and skillful kiss.
Ren's tongue immediately slips inside, conquering every corner of his homeroom teacher's mouth, a woman who is serious and dedicated to her job as a high school teacher.
Itsuki, initially rigid, slowly melts, her hands that were pushing now clutching Ren's uniform jacket.
Small moans and groans are heard in the room.
Ren is not half-hearted; his hands are still squeezing Itsuki's buttocks, pulling her closer, making her feel every inch of his desire that has not completely subsided.
After a moment that feels like an eternity, Ren finally lets go.
"Haaa... Haaa... Haaa..."
Itsuki staggers, her face red, her lips swollen and glistening, her breath ragged.
"Are you... satisfied now?" she asks, trying to catch her breath.
"For now, yes. Let's go down for breakfast, Sensei."
Ren deliberately emphasizes the last address, hinting at their forbidden relationship, before picking up his blazer jacket and walking out of the room, leaving Itsuki still trying to calm her racing heart.
This is an ordinary morning at the Rokuhara Residence.
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At 7:45 AM, a car leaves the Rokuhara residence.
In the driver's seat, Hayasaka sits with perfect posture. Her hands hold the steering wheel steadily.
She had trained to be a maid since childhood to serve the young lady of the Shinomiya family. However, all the skills she honed are now used for Ren's benefit.
In the back seat, the atmosphere is very different. Ren sits in the middle, flanked by the Kujou sisters—Masha and Alya.
Both are wearing neat high school uniforms, but there is an unnatural submissiveness and devotion in their eyes.
It is the effect of the deep hypnosis Ren performed, twisting and binding their will until all that remains is blind love and absolute obedience to him. They would do anything for him, transcending any moral boundary.
Meanwhile, Ririka stays at home, assigned to keep Itsuki company. With her nine-month pregnancy, leaving her alone would be a risk.
Despite being a scumbag, Ren is not careless in this matter. He has even planned to move Ririka to Ohananomitsu High School—his school—after Itsuki gives birth.
In the car, Ren doesn't miss the opportunity to do lewd things. After all, he is a scumbag of quality. He has two beautiful and obedient dolls beside him.
Without further ado, his hands reach for Masha and Alya's breasts through their uniforms.
"Ah, you're naughty, Ren-kun~"
"Protivnyy (pervert)~"
The two girls only let out small moans, their eyes glistening but full of acceptance and even anticipation. They lean closer, allowing Ren more freedom.
Then, Ren does something that even by his standards is quite bold. He pulls Masha and Alya's heads towards his face at the same time.
"Stick out your tongues."
Without hesitation, the two girls obey. Two cute pink tongues stick out, waiting.
Ren then sticks out his own tongue. He joins the three tongues in the middle, creating a nearly surreal lewd scene inside the moving car.
His skillful tongue plays with the two girls' tongues, licking, sucking, and wrapping around them alternately. Saliva begins to drip, wetting their chins.
Masha and Alya let out weak whimpers, their eyes looking dizzy with pleasure.
In the front, Hayasaka remains indifferent. Her gaze is fixed on the road, her hands steady on the wheel. She doesn't react at all to the lewd sounds or smells that begin to fill the car.
This is part of her duty. Serving her master means accepting all the chaos and depravity her master performs. Hayasaka has been trained to ignore things like this, though perhaps deep down, she still misses serving Shinomiya Kaguya.
"..."
Thus, the journey to school is not boring for Ren.