A phone rang.
Mrs. Yuigahama flinched. The vegetable rolled to the floor. She hurried to answer.
"Hello, this is the Yuigahama residence."
A young man's voice. Low, magnetic, carrying pressure that pierced the receiver.
"Mrs. Yuigahama. Good evening. This is Seiji Fujiwara."
Her heart nearly stopped.
She glanced at her daughter, dropped her voice. "F-Fujiwara-san? What can I do for you?"
Flat as a weather report. Every word a frozen nail.
"Your daughter saw some things at school today that she shouldn't have seen."
"To prevent leaks, we need to talk."
"Tonight at nine. Imperial Hotel, top floor, presidential suite. Both of you. On time."
He hung up.
"Wait... Fujiwara-san!?"
Dial tone. Her hands went ice cold.
It was bound to happen...
"Yui, get changed. We need to go out. To meet someone we absolutely cannot offend."
"Who?"
"Seiji Fujiwara."
"...!"
...
An hour later. The Imperial Hotel presidential suite.
Seiji sat alone before the windows. Back to them. Tokyo's skyline prostrate at his feet.
"Sit."
They perched on the furthest edge of the sofa, rigid, not daring to breathe.
Minutes of silence. Each second a century.
Finally, Seiji turned.
"Yui Yuigahama. You seemed very interested in me and my people today."
Yui couldn't speak. Tears pooled. She bit her lip.
Mrs. Yuigahama threw herself in front of her daughter. "Fujiwara-san! She's young and foolish! She was just worried about her friend! She meant no harm!"
"I swear, everything she saw will never be spoken of! Please, let her go!"
"Mercy?" A soft laugh. "Youth and concern have never been exemptions."
He stepped forward. Pulled out his phone. Held the screen in front of Yui.
The video. Today's lunch. Yukino unfastening her skirt. Positioning herself. That serene, absent expression captured in perfect clarity.
"Ahh!" Yui screamed, hands over her eyes. Shaking violently.
Mrs. Yuigahama was equally bloodless. This secret, if leaked, would be catastrophic. And they were the only witnesses.
Seiji pocketed the phone.
"If this secret got out because of your daughter's concern, what do you think happens? And you two, the only outsiders who know... you're the biggest suspects. What do you think the Yukinoshita family and I would do?"
The last shred of hope disintegrated.
"No... I swear, I won't say a word!" Yui sobbed.
Mrs. Yuigahama stood. Spread her arms. Shielded her daughter.
"Fujiwara-san, this has nothing to do with my daughter. All responsibility falls on me. Whatever you want... do it to me."
Yui shot out from behind her. No! I can't let Mama take this!
Seiji watched them volunteer for the slaughter and smiled.
He reached past the mother. Two fingers pinched Yui's chin.
"Good. I see your sincerity."
"Then let's start with you, Yui Yuigahama."
"No! Don't touch my daughter! She's just a child!" Mrs. Yuigahama tried to push him away.
Futile. One hand pushed her back into the sofa. Pinned.
"Mama! Mama!" Yui wailed, reaching for her mother, grasping empty air.
"Mrs. Yuigahama, you'll need to learn to watch quietly first. That's part of the confidentiality pact."
He turned to the trembling girl.
He undid her uniform buttons one by one. Unhurried. Appraising.
"Don't be scared, Yui. I'm just offering a solution. Once you're both mine, you naturally join the confidentiality pact."
"And my people never betray me, right? A perfect resolution."
Under those twisted words, Yui's clothes fell away piece by piece.
The cardigan first. Then the white school shirt. Her bra unhooked with a flick of his fingers and dropped to the carpet.
Yui's tits spilled out. Heavy. Bigger than her uniform let on, pale and flushed pink from crying, nipples small and stiff in the cold hotel air.
The skirt next. Then her panties, plain white school-issue cotton, pulled down past her thighs and let fall.
Pink hair between her legs, neat and trimmed. Round hips. Thick, soft thighs that still carried teenage fullness. A small, soft belly.
The body of a girl on the edge of becoming a woman, exposed completely, standing in nothing but her white over-the-knee socks.
Mrs. Yuigahama saw every inch of her daughter, and something in her face broke.
Under that devastated gaze, Seiji took her.
...
Seiji stood. Straightened his clothes.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host. Successfully conquered Yui Yuigahama.]
[Issuing reward...]
[Received Reward: CNN (Convolutional Neural Network) Complete Image Recognition Algorithm and Core Application Source Code.]
A torrent of AI and computer vision knowledge flooded his mind.
Seiji smiled. Perfect timing. His invisible eye over the world.
He turned to the woman on the sofa. Soul evacuated, but still attractive.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Your turn, Mrs. Yuigahama."
"For your daughter's sake, and for your family's peace... you know what to do."
"The pact requires both signatures."
"...Yes, Fujiwara-san."
Mrs. Yuigahama raised her head.
Those eyes that had been warm and beautiful an hour ago were hollow now, drained.
She pushed off the sofa. Knelt down in front of him on the carpet.
His belt was still loose from Yui, his shirt half-untucked. She didn't need to undo anything. Just reached up with shaking hands and pulled his cock back out of his open pants.
It was still slick from her daughter.
Her throat made a sound she couldn't stop. She closed her eyes. Opened her mouth.
On the bed, Yui watched. Naked, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her own legs. Her own mother taking the same cock that had just been inside her.
Mrs. Yuigahama's lips wrapped around him. She bobbed her head. Slow at first. Then faster, like she was trying to get it over with. Tears running down her cheeks. Her wedding ring caught the lamp light each time she gripped the base of his cock.
"Look at your daughter while you suck me."
She forced her eyes open. Found Yui's. Kept sucking.
Yui made a sound that wasn't quite a word.
"That's enough. Stand up."
Mrs. Yuigahama pulled off, lips wet. A thin string of saliva connected her mouth to the head of his cock for a second before snapping.
She rose unsteadily to her feet.
Seiji didn't wait. He grabbed the front of her beige dress with both hands and tore the buttons open. Plastic popped off and skittered across the carpet. The dress split down the front to her waist, then he kept pulling, ripping the seam further until the fabric hung off her shoulders in two halves.
Her bra was beige too. Plain. The bra of a wife who hadn't dressed for anyone in years.
He hooked two fingers under the cups and yanked.
Mrs. Yuigahama's tits spilled out. Heavier than her daughter's. Fuller. Soft and lived-in, with bigger, darker nipples already stiff in the cold air.
The body of a woman who had carried Yui in her own womb.
He grabbed both of them. One in each hand. Squeezed hard. Then turned her by the shoulders to face the bed.
"Look, Yui. Look at your mother."
Yui's hands came up to cover her face.
Seiji yanked her wrists away.
"No. Look. This is what your mother looks like under her clothes. The body that fed you. Carried you. Look at it."
Yui's whole body shook. Tears poured down her face. But she looked.
She looked at her mother's bare tits in another man's hands. At the ruined beige dress hanging in tatters off her shoulders.
Mrs. Yuigahama couldn't meet her daughter's eyes. Stared at the carpet.
Seiji kneaded her tits slowly, watching Yui watch.
Then he let go of her left tit. That hand dropped to the hem of the dress.
He grabbed it and yanked it up to her waist, the torn fabric bunching around her ribs. His right hand stayed on her right tit, squeezing.
Her beige panties were already on display.
He hooked one finger under the waistband and dragged them down her thighs. They stuck halfway, soaked through.
Mrs. Yuigahama made a small, broken sound. Tried to close her thighs. He pushed his knee between them and forced them back open.
"Don't hide it. Yui needs to see this too."
His hand came up between her legs. Palm flat against her pussy.
She jolted.
He started rubbing. Slow strokes up and down her slit, smearing her own wet across her thighs. The soft sound of his palm sliding against her wet pussy filled the room.
"Mh... mh..."
She bit down on her lip. Her hips twitched. Her thighs were already shaking.
Then he stopped rubbing. Used two fingers to spread her pussy lips open.
"Look, Yui. Look at your mother's pussy."
Yui made a wrecked sound from the bed, but she couldn't look away.
Her mother. Spread open. Wet and pink and visibly clenching around nothing.
Mrs. Yuigahama's whole face went crimson. She tried to look anywhere but at her daughter.
"Mama..."
"P-please... Yui, don't look... please don't look at Mama like this..."
Seiji ignored her. Held her open with two fingers. Then slid a third finger up through her slit and pushed it inside her pussy.
She gasped.
His finger curled inside her. Pumped slowly. Then a second finger pushed in alongside it.
Schluck. Schluck.
Her knees buckled. He pulled her back against his chest, right hand still kneading her tit, left hand working between her legs.
He bent his head and kissed her neck. Slow, open-mouthed kisses, right where her pulse was hammering. Then his teeth grazed her skin.
"Ah..."
The sound slipped out before she could stop it. Her face went bright red.
He kept going. Two fingers curling inside her pussy. His thumb finding her clit. Circling.
"Hah... ahh..."
She tried to clamp her mouth shut. Couldn't. The sounds kept coming. Small at first. Then louder.
"Aah... ah..."
A wife. A mother. Standing in a hotel room with another man's fingers inside her, moaning into his neck. While her daughter watched from the bed.
"S-stop... please..."
"Your pussy says otherwise."
She was shaking. Sweating. Her hips had started moving on their own, pushing back against his hand without her permission.
"Look at her, Yui. Look at your mother's face right now. This is what she looks like when she's enjoying it."
Yui sobbed.
Mrs. Yuigahama's face was flushed crimson, mouth open, eyes half-closed, trying not to look at her daughter and failing. Tears running down her cheeks even as her hips kept rolling against his fingers.
"Aah... aaah..."
"Bend over the coffee table."
Mrs. Yuigahama walked to the table. Bent over it. Put her hands on the wood. Spread her legs.
Seiji walked behind her. Pushed her thighs wider with his knee. Lined up against her pussy.
She was already wet.
A choked sob came out of her at that.
"Your body's honest, Mrs. Yuigahama. Even when your mouth says no."
He pushed in. One slow, deep thrust.
A long, low groan came out of her, ragged. The sound of a married woman taking another man's cock for the first time in years.
He started fucking her. Hands on her hips, thumbs pressed into the soft skin at the base of her spine.
"How long has it been since your husband fucked you like this?"
"...Don't..."
"How long."
"...Years..."
"Thought so."
He picked up the pace. The coffee table moved on the carpet. Her tits swung underneath her, slapping softly together with each thrust.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his thighs hitting her ass. Her nails scratching at the wood.
"Mama..." Yui's voice cracked from the bed.
Mrs. Yuigahama turned her face away. Couldn't look at her daughter. Pressed her forehead into her own forearm and bit down on her sleeve to muffle the sounds her body kept making without her permission.
Seiji reached forward. Grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pulled her head up.
"No. Don't hide from her. Show your daughter what kind of mother you really are."
"P-please... not in front of Yui..."
He fucked her harder. Her thighs started shaking against the table. She came embarrassingly fast. Her pussy clamped down around his cock. A wail tore out of her throat that she couldn't bite back in time.
Yui was crying.
"All those years of repression," Seiji said into her ear. "Your husband doesn't know what to do with a body like this."
He kept going. Long, deliberate strokes. Letting her ride the orgasm out with his cock still buried inside her.
When he finally came, he pulled her hips back hard against him and held there. Pumped her full.
He pulled out slow.
Cum dripped out of her pussy. Ran down her inner thigh. Spilled onto the carpet between her shoes.
Mrs. Yuigahama started to slump against the table. He didn't let her.
His hand caught her hip and held her up. His other hand spread her ass cheeks apart.
"We're not done."
Her breath caught.
"N-no... please, not there..."
He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Slick from her pussy. Slick from the cum still leaking out of her.
"You said whatever I wanted."
He pushed.
Mrs. Yuigahama screamed into her own forearm. Her whole body locked up. Her ass clenched around him, fighting it. Didn't matter. He kept pushing until he was halfway in.
"Mh... mhh...!"
"Relax. It'll hurt more if you don't."
He waited a few seconds. Let her adjust. Then sank the rest of the way in.
A long, ragged sound came out of her, half pain, half something she didn't want to name.
He started fucking her ass. Slow at first. Long, deep strokes. His hand returned to her tit, kneading.
"M-mama..." Yui whispered from the bed.
Mrs. Yuigahama couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open. Drool ran down the side of her face. Her eyes weren't focused on anything.
Seiji's pace picked up. The wet, sloppy sound of his cock fucking her ass filled the room. Cum still leaked out of her pussy with every thrust, dripping onto the carpet.
"Tighter than your pussy. Has your husband ever fucked you here?"
"...N-never..."
"Thought so."
He fucked her ass for another minute. Hard. Brutal. Her tits bouncing under his hand. Her thighs shaking against the table.
Then he stopped. Pulled out.
She would have collapsed. He didn't let her.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her toward the bed.
Yui was still curled there, naked, knees drawn up, eyes red and swollen from crying. When she saw her mother being pulled toward her, she scrambled back against the headboard.
"S-Seiji... no... please, leave Mama alone..."
"Spread your legs, Yui."
"W-what?"
"Spread them. Now."
Yui obeyed slowly, her whole body trembling. Her thighs parted.
Between them, her young pussy was still flushed and swollen from earlier. Lips puffy and pink. Cum still leaking out in a slow trickle onto the white sheets.
Seiji shoved Mrs. Yuigahama down onto the bed between her daughter's legs. Pushed her face down toward Yui's pussy.
"Clean her up."
Mrs. Yuigahama's whole body went rigid.
"N-no... Fujiwara-san, please, not this... anything but this..."
"Lick your daughter's pussy. Or I do something worse to her."
Yui was crying. "Mama... Mama, I'm sorry..."
For a long second, Mrs. Yuigahama didn't move. Her hands shook against the sheets. Her hair stuck to her wet face.
Then she lowered her head.
Her tongue touched Yui's pussy.
Yui gasped, jerked, tried to close her thighs. Seiji caught her knees and held them open.
"Don't move, Yui. Let your mother do her job."
Mrs. Yuigahama started licking. Slow at first. Tentative. Tongue sliding up through Yui's slit, gathering the cum that had leaked out, swallowing it.
Her own daughter's taste. Mixed with the man who had just fucked them both.
A choked, wet sob came out of her throat.
But she kept going. Her tongue circled her daughter's clit. Slow strokes. The way she'd want it done to herself.
Yui's hips jerked.
"M-mama... s-stop... it feels..."
Her young pussy was responding to her mother's tongue. Getting wetter. Swelling. Clit going stiff.
Mrs. Yuigahama closed her eyes and kept licking. Her tongue sliding up and down her own daughter's pussy. Pushing inside her. Cleaning her out.
Seiji watched from behind. Stroked himself slowly.
"Make her come, Mrs. Yuigahama."
Yui shook her head wildly. "No no no please Mama don't, I don't want to, please..."
But her hips were rolling against her mother's mouth. Her hands were fisted in the sheets. Her thighs were trembling.
Mrs. Yuigahama wrapped her lips around Yui's clit and sucked.
Yui broke.
A high, shattered cry tore out of her. Her hips bucked up against her mother's face. Her pussy clenched around the tongue inside her. She came on her own mother's mouth, tears streaming down her face, hands fisting in her mother's hair without meaning to.
"M-Mama... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Mrs. Yuigahama kept her tongue inside her daughter through the whole orgasm. Drank everything Yui gave her.
When she finally pulled back, her chin was wet. Her lips swollen. Her eyes hollow.
Seiji climbed onto the bed behind her.
He pushed her face back down against Yui's pussy and slid his cock back into her ass.
Mrs. Yuigahama groaned into her daughter, the sound muffled and wet.
"Keep licking her. While I finish."
He fucked her ass hard. The bed creaked. Yui's eyes were wide and unfocused, watching her mother's head move between her legs while a man pounded into her mother from behind.
It didn't take long.
Seiji came inside Mrs. Yuigahama's ass. Held himself deep. Emptied into her. His fingers digging white marks into her hips.
When he pulled out, cum spilled out of her ass and ran down her inner thigh, joining what was already drying on her skin from earlier.
He let her collapse this time.
Mrs. Yuigahama crumpled forward, face landing against her daughter's bare stomach. Breath ragged. Yui's arms wrapped around her mother's head without thinking, holding her there. Both of them ruined.
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