Chapter 131: The Battle Under the Dining Table
Haruto had used all three forms of address—Aunt Kasumi was how he usually referred to Kasumi.
Occasionally, when he needed a favor from Kasumi or when she was being coerced, he would sometimes call her Mom.
As for Mother-in-law...
Although Kasumi was only joking, given Haruto's physical relationships with Ayame and Sayuri, calling her Mother-in-law was only appropriate.
Kasumi rubbed her forehead, still somewhat in disbelief. She stared intently at Haruto for a long time, and only after receiving confirming looks from the Takamine Sisters did she finally face reality.
"This is really..." Kasumi sighed. "It's like you've become a completely different person."
Haruto touched his own face, puzzled. "Aunt Kasumi, have I really changed that much?"
Kasumi shook her head. "It's not about your appearance. It's mainly your demeanor, physique, and overall spirit—they're all completely different from before."
In fact, there was almost no change in Haruto's facial features. However, because he had removed his black-framed glasses and changed his hairstyle, he appeared to have transformed significantly.
His mindset was also entirely different now. Back when he was tormented by the Cuckold Protagonist Template, he would avoid girls at all costs. Now, whenever he saw a familiar beauty, he couldn't help but think about dual cultivation.
Coupled with the major changes in his physique, it was understandable that Kasumi, who hadn't seen him for over half a year, couldn't recognize him at first.
As she looked at the handsome, cheerful young man before her, Kasumi found herself growing fonder of him by the minute. Unable to resist, she began using her fair, jade-like hands to knead and caress Haruto's body.
While a timid, submissive puppy was endearing in its own way, a confident, masculine young man was undoubtedly more likely to stir certain impulses in women.
This was one of the reasons why married women were particularly susceptible to falling for charming rogues.
"Not only have you grown so much taller, but your physique has become so impressive too... such firm muscles..."
Her delicate, jade-like hands unconsciously slipped beneath Haruto's clothes, roaming over his well-defined abdominal muscles. Kasumi's small mouth slightly parted, her eyes grew hazy, and her hands gradually drifted downward...
"Ahem..." Sayuri cleared her throat, fist pressed to her mouth, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Mom, let's go inside first. Lunch will be ready soon."
Ayame stood with her hands behind her back, watching her slightly flushed mother with a mischievous grin, though no one knew what she was thinking.
"Ah... right, I'll go change first."
Kasumi quickly withdrew her hand, feeling the lingering warmth on her skin. Her heart raced a few beats faster, and her full thighs subtly tightened together. Beneath the cover of her white skirt, a damp patch slowly began to spread.
Haruto smiled but didn't expose her little secret.
However, it seemed his original plan could be executed even more easily. The lonely widow, who had been deprived for many years, was proving to be more proactive than he had anticipated.
...
During lunch, Haruto suggested having a few drinks. Even though she knew all three of her children were underage, Kasumi still agreed.
But given that she had always been a relatively liberal parent, this wasn't particularly strange.
At the dining table, Haruto and the Takamine Sisters continuously engaged in subtle, playful actions. While the atmosphere above the table was one of cheerful reunion, the battle raging beneath it was even more intense.
Two pairs of elegant, jade-like feet soothed the raging Haruto below. Occasionally, when their movements grew too bold, they would even brush against Kasumi's slender, beautiful legs.
While changing clothes, Kasumi took a quick rinse. Now, aside from her underwear, she only wore a loose lace nightgown. Her beautiful legs were fair and tender, completely unlike those of a widow in her thirties who had raised two daughters—more like a mature beauty in her late twenties.
The undisguised movements under the table were perfectly clear to Kasumi, yet she only blushed and chatted with the three of them as if unaware of anything.
Even when Haruto couldn't resist grabbing her soft, fair foot and placed it against his fiery dragon, the alluring widow merely arched her sole, shaping her delicate feet into a warm, smooth sheath, allowing Haruto to thrust and rub against them repeatedly.
By then, no one was speaking at the dinner table. Three pairs of lovely feet took turns being intimate with Haruto under the table. The Takamine sisters exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We're done eating. We'll head upstairs to rest now."
Haruto had naturally already discussed winning over Kasumi with the Takamine sisters.
Ayame was fully in favor, while Sayuri initially felt awkward and somewhat unwilling.
But after five consecutive hours of Haruto's relentless advances, leaving her nearly dehydrated, she practically wished she could tie her own mother to Haruto's bed just to share the burden.
Kasumi buried her beautiful face in her rice bowl until only she and Haruto remained in the living room. Then she lifted her head, her enchanting eyes glistening with desire as she stared at Haruto's handsome face.
Haruto set down his bowl and chopsticks, reaching under the table to grasp her soft, delicate foot. "Aunt Kasumi, let's go to the room too."
"You've really changed a lot, Haruto. Not just in appearance, but even your courage has grown," Kasumi said, blushing as her foot squirmed restlessly in his hand. "Not only have you taken Ayame and Sayuri, but now you won't even spare an old lady like me."
"Aunt Kasumi, you're no old lady," Haruto said sincerely. "Just by looks alone, you seem barely past twenty."
No woman dislikes being praised for her youth, and Kasumi was no exception. Covering her mouth, she giggled softly. "In that case, you should call me sister instead."
"Sister Kasumi."
Haruto released the warm, delicate foot in his hand and stood up, moving in front of Kasumi. His raging dragon was perfectly pressed between her soft, snow-white breasts, which felt as yielding as water.
The sensation was electric, a silken, heated pressure that made his entire body thrum with anticipation. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his most sensitive skin, a wild rhythm that matched his own.
"Haruto... you're really something~"
Seeing the enormous dragon up close and feeling the intense heat against her chest, Kasumi tightened her legs, her desire thoroughly aroused.
A soft, helpless whimper escaped her lips. The sheer size of him was both terrifying and intoxicating, a promise of pleasure so profound it made her head spin.
It's so big... If something that huge were to thrust inside, it would surely feel incredible...
Her eyes hazy with lust, Kasumi thought to herself as her fair, delicate hand slowly reached for Haruto's member, stroking it back and forth.
Her fingers traced the thick, pulsing veins, learning the weight and heat of him, her touch a blend of reverence and desperate need. Each stroke sent visible shivers through Haruto's powerful frame.
After enjoying the service of her hand for a while, Haruto felt it wasn't enough. Gazing at her enticing, parting red lips, he suggested, "Sister Kasumi, why don't you suck it for me?"
His voice was a low, husky command that vibrated deep in her core. The crude, direct words should have shamed her, but instead, they sent a fresh wave of liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
As the mother of two girls, Kasumi naturally understood what Haruto meant.
Blushing, she extended her little tongue, licking from the tip of the dragon all the way down, making it slick and wet. Then, opening her mouth wide, she began to suck on the purplish-red, swollen head while gradually taking more of it in.
The taste of him, musky and uniquely male, flooded her senses. She moaned around his girth, the vibration earning a guttural groan of approval from above. Her jaw ached beautifully, a constant reminder of his magnificent size.
Just as half of the dragon disappeared, the beautiful widow couldn't hold back and started to gag.
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming, primal act of submission. She was completely at his mercy, and the thought thrilled her to her very soul.
The sensitive glans was continuously squeezed by the tight throat muscles, making Haruto gasp in pleasure.
His hands tangled in her hair, not forcing, but guiding, his hips giving the tiniest, involuntary thrusts. "That's it... just like that," he breathed, his composure beginning to crack.
Deep-throating was an entirely new experience for Kasumi as well. Despite trying for a long time, she couldn't manage to take the entire length into her mouth. The massive tip blocked her throat, nearly suffocating her.
She pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening crown. The sight was so lewd, so perfectly debauched, that her cheeks flushed with a fresh wave of heat.
The winter sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room. Kasumi gazed at the handsome young man before her, who seemed gilded in golden light, and felt her heart flutter.
In that moment, he wasn't her adopted son; he was a god of desire, and she was his most willing supplicant. She had never wanted anyone more in her entire life.
"Cough... cough..."
She released Haruto, caught her breath, and extended an invitation to the familiar yet unfamiliar adopted son.
Her voice was hoarse, raw from his use, and dripping with a need she could no longer contain.
"Haruto... carry me to the bedroom..."
No sooner had she spoken than Haruto bent down and scooped up the tall, voluptuous, and beautiful widow into his arms. His erect member pressed firmly against the plump, rounded curve of her buttocks.
As he carried her, his hard length rubbed against the softness of her rear with every step, a maddening friction that made her squirm in his arms, desperate for more.
Kasumi's fair, delicate arms wrapped around Haruto's neck as she nestled into his embrace. The thought of what was to come made her breathing grow rapid.
She could feel the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders against her, a testament to the strength he would soon use to claim her. The journey to the bedroom felt both endless and impossibly short.
"Click."
As the door to the master bedroom on the second floor closed, the Takamine Sisters, who had been secretly observing the situation, withdrew and returned to their own room.
Once in the bedroom, Haruto laid Kasumi on the bed and leaned over her, his large hands beginning to remove her already scant clothing.
The fabric whispered away, each piece falling to the floor like a shed inhibition. His eyes darkened with pure, unadulterated hunger as more of her flawless skin was revealed.
Kasumi cooperated by slipping off her lace nightgown and sexy lingerie, while also stripping Haruto of his clothes.
Her fingers fumbled with his belt, her urgency matching his. When his clothes joined hers on the floor, she finally saw all of him—a sculpted, powerful form, with that magnificent, throbbing erection standing proudly between his hips. Her mouth went dry.
At last, her mature, curvaceous body lay completely bare before Haruto.
Her skin was pale and soft, shimmering under the light, with distinct curves that exuded the alluring fragrance of a mature woman, enough to captivate anyone's soul.
His gaze felt like a physical touch, scalding every inch of her. She arched her back slightly, offering herself to him, wanting him to see, to want, to take.
At this moment, Kasumi tilted her charming face, flushed with desire, and lifted her almond-shaped eyes, which shimmered with a captivating, soul-stirring light.
Her small, delicate nose quivered slightly, and her cherry lips, tempting as lychees, seemed to invite a bite. Her slightly parted lips released soft, breathy moans.
Two rows of pearly white teeth resembled seashells by the shore, while two rounded dimples resembled small pools, rippling with enchanting allure. A faint, delicate fragrance drifted into Haruto's nostrils.
"Haruto," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Please... don't make me wait any longer." Her hand slid down her own body, over the gentle slope of her stomach, towards the damp, aching heat that throbbed for him alone.