episode_0063

Slurp! Gasp! Slurp!

Inside the bathroom, we roughly dried our bodies and immediately exchanged kisses.

With such a hot body in front of me, how could I not have sex?

After a long time of kissing, just as we were about to get to the main event.

Ms. Fubuki poked my already throbbing erection and said,

“We’ve only been kissing, and it’s already this big? How cute♥ Hehe♥”

Ms. Fubuki… no. To a woman who would soon howl like a beast, honorifics were a luxury.

Hearing Fubuki’s words, I pushed her against the bathroom wall and said,

“Let’s see if you can still say that after you’re pounded.”

“Are you angry about something like this♥”

“I’m not angry.”

It’s just that I couldn’t forgive a woman who would pant like a horny beast once impaled by my dick, saying such things.

If it were Miyuki, who could claim to plunder my semen, or the Eight-Foot Ghost, maybe, but for a married woman with such a pathetic pussy to say this?

It was utterly unforgivable.

‘I’ll have to punish this kind of woman with my club.’

Thinking that, I told Ms. Fubuki to hold onto the wall, and as I looked at her backside,

I inserted my dick into Ms. Fubuki’s pussy.

Squish!

Her pussy, already prepared to receive my dick with lubricant, offered no resistance and accepted it completely.

“Haaaah♥”

Ms. Fubuki’s back arched slightly as my dick was inserted.

Clearly, it must have been because she liked my dick.

‘And yet, she says what? Cute?’

Ha, it was absurd.

Thwack!

“Kyahhh~♥?!”

It seemed I needed to activate my serious mode a bit today.

I thrust my hips hard once, greeting Fubuki’s cervix, then pulled back completely before repeating the exact same motion I had just made.

In simple terms.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Hnngh♥!! T-Takuyakun♥ G-gasp♥!! P-please, gentler♥ My pussy feels like it’s tearing—h-hnngh♥♥!!”

It meant I simply ruined Fubuki’s pussy.

“It wasn’t this bad a few days ago, was it?”

I was holding back then.

Unlike with people like Miyuki, who made me want to have sex just by looking at them, I usually held back a bit with normal people.

But was there a need to hold back for a woman who dared to provoke the pride of my ‘other half’?

I should just utterly wreck her.

‘I can forgive insults to other parts of me, but not to my lower half!’

Don’t think it’s idiotic; these women need to be tamed from the start so they dare not defy me.

Therefore, I treated Fubuki as violently as I would Miyuki, the insane sex machine.

No. To be precise, I treated her like a convenient masturbation sleeve, just as I would Miyuki.

And Fubuki seemed to know that well.

She looked at me with a surprised expression.

‘H-hnngh♥ H-he’s treating me like an object, not a person♥ H-hnngh♥’

While Fubuki was thinking that, I firmly gripped her waist and shook her.

You have to understand. I wasn’t moving.

Squish-squish! Squish-squish!

I was holding Fubuki’s waist, making *her* move.

“Kh-hnghh♥♥ S-stop♥ Please don’t treat me like a masturbation sleeve♥♥ Oh-oh-oh-ohk♥♥”

Fubuki begged me not to treat her like a masturbation sleeve.

“Shut up! You’re just a free pussy masturbation sleeve!!”

“Hngh~♥?!”

I said that while thrusting even harder into Fubuki’s pussy.

How long had it been since I’d treated Fubuki like a masturbation sleeve?

“I’ll ask again, who are you!”

“Pant♥ Pant♥ I-I am Takuyanim’s personal pussy masturbation sleeve♥♥”

“Hehe, good. You’re finally giving the correct answer.”

Fubuki was finally starting to realize what she was.

“Then, I can treat you even more roughly, right?”

“Y-yes, y-yes♥? Th-that’s im—Kuh-hoooohk~♥♥?!”

Ah. Of course, her treatment wouldn’t change regardless.

How much longer had it been since I’d used Fubuki’s pussy-masturbation sleeve?

“Anymore, I-I can’t…♥”

Fubuki, who was half-dangling from me while being pounded by my dick, suddenly said that, then began to convulse violently.

Well, no special problem had arisen. It was just…

Pshh! Pssst! Pshiii…

From too much pleasure, she simply soiled the bathroom and fainted.

And so, Fubuki stained the bathroom floor with yellow liquid, just like a child.

And seeing Fubuki like that made me even more aroused, so I came inside her pussy before starting to clean up.

A short while later, Fubuki woke up after I had washed her and we had entered the bathtub together.

“Ugh♥”

“Ah, you’re awake?”

She woke up with a moan from the unfamiliar sensation on her chest. Naturally, that unfamiliar sensation was my hand.

Originally, I was just going to leave her be. But as I touched… it felt good… *ahem*.

“H-how did I get here…”

“Ah, you don’t remember?”

Fubuki asked me with a flustered expression.

It seemed she had lost her memory from too much pleasure.

I roughly explained to Fubuki what had happened, and her ears turned red as she listened to me.

It was probably because of the fact that she had moaned like a beast.

‘Well, she’ll calm down on her own if she stays here.’

Just as I was enjoying the warm sensation in the tub with Fubuki.

A rattle.

Suddenly, the bathroom door rattled open, and someone entered the bathroom.

Ah, to be precise, that “someone” was someone Ms. Fubuki and I knew very well.

“Haa… I knew it would be like this.”

“Uh, Mom…”

Yes. It was none other than the Yuki Onna sisters.

***

To explain why the Yuki Onna sisters had come here, there was no need to turn back time.

“I saw Mom hand something to Takuya that day.”

It seemed she had seen Ms. Fubuki (I added the honorific because the sex was over) handing me a note.

“Aha!”

Only then did I, sitting on the bed, make an expression as if all my doubts were resolved. Seeing me, Yuki Onna said coldly.

“What makes you think you can react like that as if you did something good!”

Perhaps, an ordinary man would have cowered at those words, but I was confident.

“I didn’t seduce her, so it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

I hadn’t seduced her in the first place.

Besides, I wasn’t out of things to say.

“No, even so, common sense would dictate…”

“And besides, the reason things turned out this way is because Ms. Fubuki’s… husband goes to pachinko and sex shops, isn’t it?”

That’s right. Ms. Fubuki’s husband was a common piece of trash of a householder who frequently visited common Japanese sex shops and pachinko parlors.

Since she had lived for several years serving as such a man’s wife, shouldn’t she be allowed to have an affair?

Yuki Onna seemed unable to refute those words, hesitating for a moment before saying,

“Y-you were going to make her drink that strange drink and screw her anyway later!”

“No, what kind of bullsh—”

Hmm. Somehow, it felt like that might actually be true?

“Anyway, right now, I didn’t seduce her, did I?”

Well, even so, I didn’t seduce her right now, did I?

“Th-that! That’s true…”

In the end, Yuki Onna conceded to my perfect logic.

Thus, it was time for the rough hierarchy between Yuki Onna and me to be established through my perfect logic.

“Why does everyone look so gloomy~”

Ms. Fubuki, who had been talking with Yui, approached us.

“Mom, just stay on your knees over there!”

At Ms. Fubuki’s appearance, Yuki Onna shrieked.

“Oh my, is my daughter abusing her mother just because she’s grown up? *Sob sob*.”

“It’s all your fault, Mom!”

It didn’t work on Ms. Fubuki at all.

Honestly, I had expected it to work to some extent, so Ms. Fubuki’s bold attitude was surprising.

But soon, I realized why Ms. Fubuki was so confident.

“Now, now, don’t be so angry~”

Ms. Fubuki said that, and then naturally began to undress Yuki Onna.

And quite skillfully and quickly at that.

‘Oh, quite.’

While I was watching Ms. Fubuki’s undressing speed with admiration, someone began to move between my legs.

Not metaphorically, but literally.

“Hmm?”

I looked down at the sudden unfamiliar sensation in my lower body.

“Hehe♥ The pathetic old man’s dick is warm~♥”

I saw naked Yui, holding my dick with her small hands and rubbing her cheek against it.

“Why are you doing that?”

I asked in a flustered voice at the sight.

Then, the reply I received was a sight to behold.

“Because only Mom tasted Oppa’s dick♥ I want to taste it too♥”

“Is my pecker food?”

That rational thought almost came out, but I somehow swallowed it back, letting my lower body do the thinking instead.

No. To be precise, I did as my lower body commanded.

“Well, if that’s the case.”

I said that, grabbed Yui’s head, and then directly.

“Kh-hmp~♥♥?!”

I inserted my dick deep into her throat.

My lower body was telling me.

Since she wanted to taste it so badly. To let her taste it to her heart’s content.

And I agreed with that opinion.