[The Pavilion of Aphrodisiacs---Chapter of the Beautiful Mother and Son]

On the neat, sloping beach, rows of luxurious buildings stand, more deserving the name of mansions than

ordinary residences.
The third house, around the corner from the Western-style private hospital, bears a marble

nameplate reading "Hazumi." Though it's the third house, each with its spacious courtyard and long walls, it

takes a while to walk through.
The car stops, and a sweet, mature female voice comes through the intercom by the door,
"Who is it?" "
Hello, I'm Shoka's teacher, Hasebe."
"Ah, please wait."
The tightly closed door slowly opens, then slowly closes again after the car enters.
Compared to its neighbors, the main house, not large but exquisitely structured, is bathed in the soft golden sunlight of a winter sunset

. The path from the parking lot to the entrance is flanked by lawns, like a withered yellow

carpet, the entire front yard filled with an empty, lonely feeling, as if symbolizing a family atmosphere.
A woman stood silently at the door to greet me, her face calm, or rather indifferent.

It was Xiangxiang's mother—Hazumi Miyako. I had met her a few times during our three-way meeting at school.
Looking at her noble and refined face, her sun-kissed hair was neatly combed back. It seemed Xiangxiang

's beauty was inherited from her beautiful mother; calling them mother and daughter flowers wouldn't be an exaggeration. But if Xiangxiang was

a wild rose blooming in a meadow, then Miyako was a cold, elegant winter rose carefully cultivated by a master.
"Welcome."
"I'm a little late, I'm so sorry."
"No, you're so busy, yet you still made the trip, really..."
Beneath her simple sweater, her breasts, larger than Xiangxiang's, with perfectly defined and mature fullness

, stood beautifully erect. I inwardly admired her beauty; it was truly irresistible to men.
She led me to the living room, her slender waist taut, and her buttocks beneath her black skirt were

far more voluptuous than Xiangxiang's at her age. Her back view was truly alluring; her figure was

flawless . Yet, logically, this woman was only slightly past thirty. I had thoroughly investigated her before;

Xiangxiang was the child she gave birth to after being raped in high school, but she hadn't told her daughter.
The perpetrator was unknown.
Because her family was Catholic, she endured the scorn of those around her to give birth to Xiangxiang. She was a

woman of great inner strength.
The only person who helped Miyako at that time was her current husband, whom she met at church. He was an archaeologist

, and there was a more than ten-year age gap between them. His parents were very concerned about their reputation and couldn't tolerate her situation, so

they lived separately. Despite this, he didn't mind and still loved Miyako wholeheartedly, treating Xiangxiang , whose father was unknown

, as his own daughter. However, after getting a lecturer job at a university, he had to travel

all over the world and rarely returned home.
The house was filled with loneliness, which Miyako often worried about.
Despite her stunning beauty and beautiful body, Miyako waited for her husband to return

and stay with her for life.
Earlier, when Xiangxiang talked about her beautiful mother's anticipation of her father's return, a disdainful

look appeared on her face. That was the rebellious psychology of adolescence; as a woman, she found such a lifestyle very distasteful. I felt

the same way.
It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman has never tasted another man besides her husband. I intend to let this woman

fully understand the taste of a woman's happiness.
"Xiangxiang! Xiangxiang! The teacher is here!"
Miyako called upstairs.
"Okay."
Miyako and Xiangxiang sat down side by side on the sofa in the living room, just like usual.
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"It's a bit ridiculous to still be doing home visits now, but we do this every year for students who are about to graduate,

so there must be some benefits,"
I said on the phone before. But it was all a lie. What school

conducts ?
But Miyako somehow learned that some schools had similar activities, and Xiangxiang had said

the same thing, so she thought the teacher wasn't making it up.
The three of us didn't have any particular topics to discuss. We simply talked about Shoka's future after graduation,

her current state of mind, and her expectations for high school life. Although Miyako initially listened attentively,

she gradually relaxed, a beautiful smile remaining on her face, as she saw how happily Shoka and I were chatting.
After a relaxed chat, Shoka, following my prompting, began to speak.
"...Hey, teacher, um, let Mom try it too."
"But..."
"What?" Miyako asked with interest.
"If the teacher chants the spell, your hands will be stuck together and won't be able to separate!"
"Huh? Is that so?"
Shoka took Miyako's hand and placed it against her chest.
Because she was her daughter, Miyako cooperated.
"Come together, separate," Shoka gestured with her hands in front of her chest, saying "come together, release, come together again.
" "It's easy," Miyako easily imitated.
"If the teacher casts a spell, they'll be stuck together. It's very interesting."
"...Is that so?" "
No way, okay, it's just a game, I accept."
I smiled wryly, looking at Miyako with anticipation.
"Then, please cross your hands, close your eyes, and like you're praying."
"Okay."
Perhaps the word "prayer" was reassuring, as Miyako obediently did as she was told.
"Just like that, imagine God is right beside you."
The devout Christian Miyako immediately lowered her head. Perhaps she was thinking of the image of Christ hanging on the cross.
"Relax. Please take a deep breath with me. Imagine your body is fully inhaling air, don't

move exhale the air in a relaxed manner. Slowly inhale, fully accumulating air, and exhale in a relaxed manner. Your mind

will be more relaxed. Once again, try to slowly inhale, now your body is full of air, and then exhale

the full air from your body. When you exhale, the strength in your body also dissipates. See, you feel lighter now. Inhale."

"...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale. With each breath, your body loses a little strength. Your mood becomes

pleasant ... Becomes...very relaxed, very pleasant."
At this moment, Miyako's head began to sway slightly, and I had her open her eyes.
"Stare at your clasped hands, gradually stiffening, tightly stuck together. Hands pressed

together, pressed together, no longer separating. The gap no longer exists. Your hands are tightly pressed together and

cannot be separated ."
As I spoke, Miyako stared at her hands, entering the initial stage of hypnosis.
"Now try to let go. Try to let go of your hands, but no matter how hard you try, your hands are still tightly

pressed together, and you can't separate them no matter what you do."
Miyako began to exert force, trying to separate her hands, but her clasped hands could not be separated no matter what she did.
"Oh...?"
"How is it, does it feel good?" Xiangxiang said. Now Xiangxiang has become my assistant, and she is completely immersed in the pleasure of being hypnotized, and she is not at all averse to the act of
hypnotizing her mother . 　　"Now separate your hands. Notice how your strength is gradually disappearing." 　　I held Miyako's hands and gently shook them back and forth. Her stiff arms immediately relaxed. 　　"Count to three now, and your hands will soften and separate easily. One, two, three, separate !" 　　After removing my hands from the back of Miyako's hands, her soft hands separated smoothly. 　　"………………" " 　　Please stand up." 　　I couldn't push her down right now; this wasn't the place. I had Xiangxiang hold Miyako's waist and help her stand up , pulling her hands off the sofa and standing in front of me. I also stood up, looking directly at Miyako. 　　"Look here, keep looking here without moving. Does it feel flashing and uncomfortable? It's flashing, like it 's dazzling. Close your eyes, your eyelids are getting heavy, look, getting heavier and heavier, and then they close suddenly ." 　　Miyako blinked a few times, trying to resist, but when I gave the command and held her hands, she reflexively closed her eyes. 　　"Relax your mind. Relax deeply, raise your arms, stretch your arms out." 　　I moved behind Miyako and lifted her hands. Miyako raised her hands forward. 　　"Slightly spread your feet too, spread your feet shoulder-width apart." " 　　Okay, put force into your hands raised in front of you, continuously, continuously putting force into your arms, continuously force into your arms, your arms feel like they've become stone, stiff." 　　Slowly, Miyako's hands clenched into fists, the joints made a sound, and the tendons on the back of her hands twitched and spasmed. 　　"Slowly, your hands have become stiff. Your hands are very, very stiff. Your hands, wrists, and elbows have all become stiff. Your arms have become like stone, you can't move them anymore." 　　I tried pressing down on Miyako's wrists, although her hands lowered slightly, they felt very stiff like iron bars, and pressing hard didn't make her feel anything. 　　"Not just your arms, your shoulders and head, your whole body has become stiff. Look, it keeps becoming stiff. You can't move any part of your body ." Your body stiffened, you became a statue, a very beautiful statue. Your body could no longer move. You can try to move. But you'll find you can't. The more you try to move something, the less you can move it ." 　　Miyako's body swayed slightly, then became completely still. " 　　Let's try to shake your body. It's okay, I'll hold you well. Tilt your body, don't move anything else." 　　I grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her back. She straightened her back, stretched out her arms, and tilted her body. After spinning her around a few times, Miyako lifted one leg. Even her toes were pointed straight, like a ballerina spinning on one leg. 　　"Start counting to three now. When you count to three, your body will fall backward. When you count to three, you'll feel a suction force behind you making you fall, don't worry, I'll hold you. That's right, one, two, three!" 　　I gently pulled Miyako's shoulders backward, and her body stiffened as she fell. 　　"Look." After falling, the force on her body vanished in an instant. "My whole body is no longer stiff, it's become soft." 　　I supported my shoulders while watching Miyako's body. Miyako's arms slowly drooped, and I felt her body gradually loosen. I held her waist and gently helped her sit down on the floor. 　　I laid Miyako down on the carpet and brought her hands and feet together. Her eyes were unfocused, swaying slowly from side to side. 　　"The power is gone. The power is gone, gone, and my mind is very relaxed. The power in my body is gone , and the thoughts in my mind have disappeared. I can't think anymore, I need to stay relaxed, I can't think about anything, I can't hear anything except my voice. Whatever I say, you will do it. Whatever I say will become... reality." 　　I parted Miyako's legs and tried to roll up her skirt, but Miyako didn't react. Turning around, I saw Xiangxiang lying on the sofa 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　, 　　her empty eyes unfocused. It seemed that Xiangxiang had also been deeply seduced . This saved me a lot of trouble. 　　I carried Xiangxiang down to the floor and let Miyako sit back on the sofa. Miyako's hands fell naturally to her sides, her knees spread apart. 　　"You will answer my questions very frankly, and you will feel good about answering them. Your frankness will ease your mind. If you understand, say yes." 　　"Yes..." 　　"Relax your body..." 　　I began to inquire about her experiences with sex. Miyako talked about her feelings when she was raped, hugging herself tightly and trembling as she spoke. She had a deep fear of sex, and because of this, she had almost never had sex with her husband. 　　"Does having sex with your husband also feel terrifying?" 　　"...Yes...no matter what, my body stiffens..." 　　"Have you ever fantasized about having sex with your husband?" 　　"...No..."

The previous investigation seems to be true. Asking further might provoke resistance and wake her from the hypnosis.
"Would you feel happy if sir touched your body?"
"...Slightly..."
Thankfully, she still responds to that; if she were completely asexual, it would be troublesome.
"Now let's turn back time. Each time I snap my fingers, you'll return to a year. You'll remember

happy things from back then."
She snapped her fingers three times. Miyako said that Shoka passed her junior high entrance exam.
She snapped her fingers again. Shoka became younger, Shoka was born, returned to her carefree high school days,

returned to her innocent junior high days, and finally became the adorable elementary school student Miyako.
"...Your name."
"...Miya...ko,"
Miyako mumbled in a childish voice.
I took Miyako's hand and led her to the balcony.
"This is a happy playground. It rained yesterday, and there are puddles here and there." " The weather

is great , sunny and warm. The sun makes the puddles sparkle. Want to play? Want to knead the mud to your heart's content

? It looks like you're having a lot of fun there. You can play as much as you want!"
Miyako laughed happily, running forward and squatting down. However, because she was wearing a long skirt, it looked

a bit cumbersome.
"Wearing a skirt makes it hard to move around. I can't play like this. Take it off!"
Without hesitation, Miyako pulled down the zipper and threw the skirt away. She was wearing sheer, light camel-colored

, alluringly tight shorts that clung tightly to her lower body, showcasing the beautiful curves of her thighs.
She stood tall and proud, arms raised to the sky, jumping around as if playing in the puddles

, laughing loudly. All traces of her previous prim and proper wife demeanor were gone. "That should be enough," I quickly called out
, seeing Miyako, her hair disheveled from playing, about to fall to the ground, wanting to roll around . 　　"Sorry, time's up." "The game's over," 　　I said, pulling Miyako up with her puffed-up cheeks. Her current expression was a far cry from her earlier serious demeanor. "Ah, you're covered in mud. You'll get scolded if you go in like this. And you'll be disliked. You have to take off all 　　your dirty clothes," 　　I said, grabbing the hem of Miyako's sweater. Miyako obediently raised her hands. 　　Perhaps not intending for any man other than Mr. to see her body, Miyako's underwear was a practical and uninspired style, so I quickly helped her remove them all. 　　"...Now, let's start your afternoon nap. Lie down there, yes, close your eyes, and fall into a deep, deep sleep. Begin to dream. Count to ten now, slowly. As you count, you will fall into a deep sleep and enter the world of dreams..." 　　Back on the sofa, Miyako gently sucked on her fingers, arching her . The fullness from her thighs to her buttocks almost made me lose my mind. In that situation, I can't believe I didn't pounce on her. 　　"Ten...you've entered a dream. You're in a dream world. It's not . Because it's a dream, it doesn't matter what you do or how you become. 　　" I gave the instruction, placing my hand on Miyako's firm, beautiful breasts, even when she was asleep, and gently kneading them. 　　"Ah..." 　　Compared to the younger Shoka, they felt slightly less elastic, but much softer. The smoothness of her skin was no less than my daughter's; moreover, my hand felt as if it were sinking into her, as if my hand was pressed tightly against her breasts, inseparable. 　　If she wasn't moved by such a powerful body, her husband must be impotent. 　　I pinched her nipple and carefully kneaded it. The pink, girlish nipple instantly stood erect between my fingers. 　　"Feeling good? Can you tell me how it feels?" 　　"...Ah...feeling...say..." " 　　Tell me whatever comes to mind. Because it's a dream, there's nothing to be ashamed of. In this dream world, nothing you dislike will happen." "Nothing will happen that will upset you. You'll feel even better in your dreams." 　　I continued to caress her breasts, kneading them while sucking on her nipple. Miyako gasped , saying "okay" intermittently, and raised her snow-white arms, intending to hug my head. 　　I stopped caressing and lifted myself up. 　　Miyako made a sound of dissatisfaction through her nose. 　　"How does it feel? Do you want to continue?" 　　"...Yes..." " 　　Right, be honest. Tell me how you feel right now." 　　"...Continue..." 　　"Continue what? Say it properly. 　　" "Continue...breasts...touching...feeling good..." 　　"Good. Say it again, say it again so you'll feel even better." 　　"...Ah...please continue...touching..." 　　Miyako swayed uncomfortably. Her breasts swayed and bumped against each other. 　　"Good, your mind is full of thoughts that will make you feel even better. You can't think of anything other than wanting, wanting . Your body is getting hot, painfully hot, and desperate." Your body is starting to heat up. Suddenly, your whole body feels burning hot. "I have to do it no matter what," 　　Miyako gasped, distressed. 　　"From now on, I'll touch your body. Wherever I touch, it will feel like it's melting, and your mood will become pleasant. Understand? Wherever I touch, your body will feel pleasant. First, your shoulders, your shoulders will feel like they're melting." 　　I placed my hand on her right shoulder, and Miyako uttered a sweet sound. 　　"I'll keep touching like this." 　　"...Come on, mood, say..." 　　I stroked her neck, armpits, then back from her chin to her shoulders, then slid down to her arms and fingers. When I touched her fingers, a sharp cry escaped Miyako's beautiful body, her body arching, indicating that her fingers were particularly sensitive there. I took her fingers in my mouth, and her head immediately tilted back.

I looked up. Xiangxiang reacted exactly the same way when I tried to do it. Are parents and children even alike in this respect?
"Then, try touching your own body with your hands. Your body will

feel . Try touching it as if you want to feel even better."
I covered Miyako's cheeks with Miyako's hands.

While moved one hand down and began to knead her breasts. She hesitated at first, but a tidal wave of

pleasure overwhelmed her, and she began to knead them vigorously.
It was time to use Xiangxiang. I pulled her up.
Xiangxiang had completely become my slave; I didn't need to give her any special prompting before she undressed. She was completely

naked except for her white stockings. I whispered in her ear,
"You can't hear anything except my voice. Your body can't move. Your hands and feet can't move,

you can't move, and your heart is gradually becoming lustful." "Lewd thoughts keep flashing through your mind. Unless I pat

you on the shoulder and talk to you, you won't be able to think about anything else."
I put Shoka, whose body and face were flushed with excitement and whose head was trembling, aside and returned to Miyako's

side.
Miyako continued to rub her breasts with one hand, while the other hand stroked her body back and forth, but didn't touch

anything important.
I helped Miyako up and leaned her against the back of the sofa, placing her legs on the sofa in an M-

shape.
"From now on, count to three. Your feet will be pressed tightly against the sofa and won't be able to separate. One, two, three!"
I said sternly, pressing down on the insteps. Miyako's legs twitched and then stopped moving.
I also pressed her arms against the back of the sofa.
I brought Shoka over and made her kneel in front of her.
Shoka was, after all, her daughter, with a striking resemblance to her mother.
"Look carefully. That's your own lustful desire. Touching it will make you feel very happy." "Look, stare at it without

moving , and you'll feel an intense urge to lick it. The urge will grow stronger. Okay, try

licking it very lightly with your tongue."
Xiangxiang pushed her tongue out and gently licked Miyako's vulva from bottom to top.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Mother and daughter both let out sweet moans.
Xiangxiang was instantly captivated. She swayed her hips lasciviously, her vulva overflowing with love juice, constantly

stroking her mother with her tongue and fingers. For Xiangxiang, this was masturbation; she could almost feel it herself, from stroking

her labia to gently stimulating her clitoris by pulling back the foreskin.
"So good... ah!"
Miyako's hair swayed up and down with the movement of her head. I held her head between my hands.
"Don't be afraid of anything. This is a dream world. There's no need to be afraid. Nothing unpleasant will happen.

Look, the fear vanishes in an instant... vanishes. You can't think of anything." "Don't think about anything,

just let the pleasure control you."
Feeling her experienced daughter's fingers ravaging her body, the mother was on the verge of melting.
Shoka's fingers plunged deep into Miyako's vulva.
"Ah...ah! Ah!"
The veins on Miyako's head throbbed.
"A very intense feeling. Concentrate on feeling it; you can't feel anything except the movement of the fingers inside.

"
Shoka increased her fingers to two. She also used her other hand to part the vulva and licked the clitoris with her tongue. Miyako

began to cry out. A lascivious, wet sound emanated from the vulva.
"...Count to ten from now on, and you will experience an unprecedented orgasm."
Hearing my count, Miyako and Shoka both let out high-pitched, lascivious cries.
"...Five."
"Oh! Oh! Heh! Come on, I feel so good! So comfortable!" "
Six, continuous climaxes."
"...Nine, then, the last one, you will experience the ultimate climax."
"Or...God...you...uh, allow..."
Miyako began to ramble.
"Ten!"
"Ah...ah, so good!"
"Ah!"
Miyako and Shoka both let out desperate cries, their bodies trembling as they climaxed.
I wiped my sweat.
I was finally certain that Miyako could feel sexual pleasure.
Next.
I moved a sofa opposite Miyako and placed Shoka on it as well.
"Just sit there without moving. Unless I touch your shoulder and talk to you, you

won't hear anything. Become deaf. Already deaf."
I removed my hand and tried to give another suggestion, but Shoka didn't react. Okay.
I gave the same suggestion to Miyako.
Miyako tilted her head back, her expression calm.
"Close your eyes, Miyako, and enter a deep dream again."
I positioned Miyako correctly.
"…Slowly open your eyes. You see a mirror in front of you. It reflects your beautiful

body . You can't see anything else besides that. Don't understand where you are? This is your dream. Here, only

you are. Okay, slowly open your eyes."
Miyako's eyes trembled as she opened them.
"Look, do you see it? The mirror reflects your figure. Very beautiful."
There's no need to emphasize the allure of Shoka's naked body. Because of the recent nourishment I've given her, the stiff

girl 's body has begun to bloom beautifully. From a woman's perspective, it's the same; Miyako

didn't even question the naked body, sighing contentedly.
"Look carefully. Don't look away. That's your body. The mirror reflects your real body. You're

in a dream, the mirror reflects your shadow, and everything that happens on that body will be felt by you in the same way."
Accepting the mirror's suggestion, Miyako raised her arms, striking the exact same pose as Shoka.
I walked to Shoka's side.
"Look, a man's figure appears in the mirror." Seeing that figure makes my body heat up, and the pleasure I felt

earlier returns.
Hearing my words as I stroked Xiangxiang's shoulder, Miyako's shoulder trembled slightly.
My hand slid down to Xiangxiang's breast, kneading it clearly and quickly. Miyako

reacted in sync with Xiangxiang, opening her mouth and exhaling a deep breath. I noticed her neck

had turned bright red as I held Xiangxiang's nipple. Xiangxiang's pupils only flickered slightly, her gaze fixed on the air.
I pressed down on Xiangxiang's shoulders, whispering in her ear in a voice Miyako couldn't hear.
"...Listen carefully, now you and I are in a hotel. I want to watch you masturbate. Not the usual way, but

another way. There's a large mirror in front of you.

Masturbate while looking at your reflection; that will give you unparalleled pleasure. Now show me. Slowly play with your

body."
Xiangxiang's gaze was fixed on Miyako's body.
Mother and daughter stared at each other.
Her cheeks flushed, and Xiangxiang slowly raised her arm.
Miyako's arm followed almost simultaneously.
"...Sway your body like that,"
I said to Miyako.
I had Shoka cover her chin with both hands.
The hands of the beautiful mother and daughter slid neatly down from their necks to their breasts.
"...Ah
..."
Shoka, rubbing her breasts, lowered her head, while Miyako tilted her head back.
"No. Don't look away, keep looking. Don't look away,"
I said sternly to both of them.
The gazes of the beautiful woman and the beautiful girl intertwined again.
It reached between Shoka's legs.
My left hand slowly moved downwards.
Miyako's legs also opened in the same way.
"Open them forcefully, as if you want to see yourself clearly,"
I whispered to Shoka.
Hearing the suggestion, Shoka moved her hips, boldly opening her snow-white thighs.
Miyako adopted the exact same posture. Miyako
had more pubic hair, of course, but because her vulva wasn't used often, it had a beautiful pinkish tinge

underneath .
Shoka first used her index and ring fingers to stroke her vulva, one up and one down. Then she clasped her hands together, extending

her thumb and little finger to expand the rubbing area, and began to caress around the vulva.
Because the slow, suggestive touch was working, Shoka didn't insert her fingers inside, but instead began

stimulating the labia again.
Miyako stared intently, mimicking the movements of a studious student.
Shoka, more accustomed to pleasure, simply felt comfortable, while Miyako's entire body flushed red,

showing great excitement. Because Shoka didn't make any sounds of unbearable pleasure, she endured it,

though she was about to reach her limit.
Shoka's middle finger began to move.
From the perineum, it slowly caressed towards the center of the vulva.
"Oh!"
Watching Shoka's gradual caresses, Miyako cried out impatiently, letting out a gasp

.
Shoka's middle finger, already covered in overflowing nectar, finally touched the clitoris.
"…………!"
"Ah, oh, little sprout!"
Waves of pleasure surged through Shoka's body.
Miyako was also being assaulted by waves of continuous pleasure.
"Look! Notice that finger playing with your most sensitive spot! Doing that makes

you feel better. Don't be shy. The intense pleasure is coming!"
Gazing at Shoka's small clitoris, Miyako convulsed as she vigorously moved her fingers.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Shoka had a hallucination, thinking that the lewdly burning Miyako was herself, and seeing herself

burning like that made her even more excited.
"Look, you're about to climax. Look at yourself in the mirror and feel the climax intensely."
"Ah, ah, ah…!" "
Ah, little sprout, oh dear, like that!"
Mother and daughter both let out sharp moans, gushing out a torrent of fluid from their love-soaked vulvas.
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First, Miyako. "
Please close your eyes. Feel very relaxed. Look, what a happy dream this is, do you want to keep having

this dream forever? If you think that way, you will enter the dream more deeply, very deeply. ...Look, you have entered

the dream world deeply. You feel even more happy. Now you don't know where you are. You feel light as if you have lost your

weight , you can't feel your body, but you feel very good. You have no feeling in your body. You

have lost the feeling of your body."
I tried to insert my finger into Miyako's wet and slippery vulva. Three fingers were inserted and

slipped inside, but Miyako's vagina was tight, lacking the

relaxed .
"Slowly try to open your eyes. There's a woman's body there. That's you.

What happened to that body will happen to you. You can feel the same pleasure that body experienced,"
this was a continuation of the mirror's suggestion. But this time, she wasn't allowed to move. Just feel.
Miyako opened her eyes, not adopting the casual posture of Xiangxiang lying on the sofa, but

silently gazing.
I picked up Xiangxiang, letting her hear my voice.
"Then, you begin,"
I said, casting a burning gaze at Xiangxiang, extending my arm and bringing her small mouth close,

our tongues intertwining tightly.
Miyako watched, making sounds.
Xiangxiang's hands loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled off my belt. I traced my fingers along her buttocks

and down to her vulva. Miyako, who had been staring intently, seemed to sense it too, her back trembling.
"Tell me how you feel right now."
"...Men's clothes, take them off, I like it. Excitement."
Xiangxiang expressed her inner feelings, and combined with the "live" scene before her, I thought this

would be .
"Ah...your shoulders, strong, so good...bite, I really want to bite...ah, there,

that touch, it feels so good..."
I tore off the last bit of clothing, naked from the waist up, and pushed Xiangxiang down.
Miyako also seemed to be enduring some feeling, curling up her body.
I made Xiangxiang straddle me.
"...This, take it off."
The moment Xiangxiang removed my last piece of underwear, my penis sprang into the air. Miyako's

burning gaze was fixed on it.
Xiangxiang brought her desire-filled cheek close to my thing.
"Hmm...can you put this in my mouth?" "
If you put it in, what do you want to do?"
"What? Just a kiss...oh."
"I want to give you oral sex, what about you?"
"Yes, I want to do it."
"When you take a man's penis in your mouth, is your vagina wet?"
"Yes, yes."
Xiangxiang's heart was burning with anxiety, and Miyako was also guided into a more intense state of excitement by this suggestion.
"Okay, take it in."
Xiangxiang immediately lowered her head and deeply took my penis in her mouth.
Miyako's mouth also opened. Saliva dripped between her lips.
"It feels so good...right, use your tongue, move your tongue, lick the whole penis."
Miyako's tongue also began to move in her mouth. I had been holding back for a long time, and seeing her

like this , I quickly felt that I was about to ejaculate.
"Okay, stop."
If Xiangxiang had been two seconds slower, I would have ejaculated.
"Put it in...align your pussy with my cock, fill it completely..."
Xiangxiang straddled my legs, pressing her vulva against mine while grasping my cock.
Beneath Xiangxiang's open pussy, my cock stood erect.
"Let your cock penetrate me,"
Xiangxiang lowered her body.
Just as the tip touched her vulva, Miyako, who had been staring intently, suddenly slapped her own pussy.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's in, it's in..."
Xiangxiang let out a sweet moan.
"Amazing, oh my, my pussy is so full, so thick, so thick, ah, it's in, amazing,

oh my, so good, so good!"
Xiangxiang's body temperature was very high, feeling like it was about to boil.
With her pussy penetrated, Xiangxiang maintained the position of her hands raised in the air. Her voluptuous flesh tightly enveloped my throbbing

cock.
I slowly began to lift my hips, allowing my cock to penetrate even deeper, and Xiangxiang immediately began to let out sweet, pleasurable

moans .
Across from us, Miyako's face was filled with lust. Her legs were spread open, and

drops of her love juice began to splatter onto the sofa, following the fingers placed on her cleft.
"Little sprout, ah, ah, amazing!"
"How does it feel?"
"It feels so good, so good, ah, amazing, it's in, it's in, I'm becoming so strange,

even more...!"
I quickened my thrusts. Shoka also began to sway her hips in response, fully enjoying the pleasure.
I grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples between my fingers and began to rub them hard. Shoka frowned, closed

her eyes tightly, and tears of joy flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Ah, ouch!"
Shoka's head tilted back, her long, loose hair falling into the air. I quickened my thrusts, sending Shoka to

heaven again.
"Oh no, no, it's already, it's broken, I'm becoming so strange, no, ah, ho, oh!"
I ejaculated violently like a flood. Shoka collapsed onto me like a limp rag doll,

leaning against me with her head drooping, only her waist twitching occasionally.
At the same time, Miyako let out a groan, her chin lifted, leaning back, and she passed out.
If it were an ordinary woman, repeated hints like this would probably have her pounce…
But Miyako was still somewhat resistant to sex.
Until now, because I hadn't done it with her, I didn't understand what was causing her resistance. It was

like holding a bomb.
Therefore, I couldn't force her. I had to guide her to choose

to have sex .
First, I made Miyako fall into a deep sleep, and during that time, Shoka and I took a shower. Shoka

helped me wash myself with a satisfied expression. So…
※
After tidying my clothes, I opened the living room door and came in. Miyako, who was leaning against the sofa in a daze, suddenly

opened her eyes.
As if wondering if she had dozed off, she looked around questioningly.
She didn't notice that the beautiful living room had been cleaned. Three coffee cups were on the table.
Shoka, sitting opposite me, was dressed properly, as usual.
—Miyako, oblivious to the fact that she was naked.
It seemed the subtle hint that she shouldn't mind was still working perfectly.
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry."
"I need to use the restroom." Shoka left her seat as if remembering something.
Miyako stared at me without moving.
I sipped my coffee, placing the cup on the table with a soft clink.
Hearing the clink, Miyako flinched. A rosy blush immediately spread across her face.
…"Okay, listen to this sound. The intense pleasure you feel now, like the distant echo

of a bell, is gradually reviving. Many times. Each time you will feel it more intensely. And, when I…"

"When you finish your coffee and put the empty cup on the table, you'll experience that ultimate pleasure again. You'll want to feel even better.

At that moment, you're still in a dream, so it doesn't matter what you do. There won't be anything shameful about it,

and no one will know."
I imprinted this suggestion deeply on Miyako.
I didn't know what would happen.
I repeated taking small sips of coffee and putting the cup on the table.
"...Ah, yes, that's right,"
I didn't speak. Miyako suppressed the pounding in her body, trying to calm herself with her breathing, desperately trying to appear calm.

However, the naked and lewd rubbing of her thighs together and her indistinct words told me what she was thinking.
I put the cup down again.
"...Oh dear, I almost finished it all,"
Miyako swallowed as soon as she said that.
She stared intently at my hands and the corner of my mouth, her gaze burning like fire.
I deliberately swirled the remaining little bit of coffee, then raised the cup with a large movement, swept it past Miyako's

eyes, and brought it to my lips.
"………………"
The moment Miyako put down her teacup, her whole body burned, turning a deep red as if she were about to boil.
"Ah…!"
Miyako's body stiffened, her hands covering her private parts, her body beginning to tremble and sway.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, no, nothing, nothing…"
Miyako, huddled in a ball, was still trying to think of a rational answer.
She suddenly squatted down, her knees still trembling, her breasts and buttocks shaking and swaying dramatically.
"Ah, excuse me, I was, doing…"
A slippery, warm flood flowed down Miyako's thighs.
It seemed there was progress; her private parts had been stimulated, and her will to endure

was fading .
"Are you alright?"
I approached her earnestly.
As soon as I touched her arm, Miyako cried out.
"Oh! Don't touch me!"
"Is the situation bad?" "Let's sit down on the sofa first, no matter what."
"Ah...stop, stop..."
I moved behind her and forcefully helped her up under her armpits.
"Ah...!"
I helped Miyako onto the sofa, placed her legs on it so she lay sideways,

and stimulated her again by stroking her with my middle finger. Miyako must have felt like she was being electrocuted.
"So hot..."
I placed my hand on Miyako's forehead, then slid it down to her neck. Miyako's mature, tormented

body arched in response.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
The intense, subconscious sensation caused various parts of Miyako's face to spasm violently.
"...Are you alright? It seems like you're having a nightmare,"
I guided her.
"A dream..."
Miyako mumbled incoherently.
The recurring image in her mind dominated Miyako.
In a dream, anything is possible.
Miyako gripped my arm tightly.
Her mind was in turmoil. I slowly guided her hand towards her breasts. Before I could touch her nipples,

Miyako's subconscious resisted, and her hand stopped.
I didn't care and held her hand tightly, gripping her breast.
"Ah!"
— Miyako succumbed to pleasure.
Perhaps because she had crossed that line in her heart, Miyako suddenly became a lustful animal.
"Oh, good! Touch, harder, over there, over there too!"
I didn't disturb Miyako, who was lost in her fantasies, and inserted my hand into her secret place.
"Oh, there, there!"
Miyako cried out in ecstasy.
I slowly lay down, and Miyako curled up beside me little by little.
But when I entered Miyako's alluring gaze, her snow-white arms reached out.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore! Do it! Hold me!"
Miyako, now a prisoner of lust, pressed her burning naked body against me.
Miyako straddled me, ripped off my tie, and tore open my shirt and blouse.
"Oh..."
Her moist eyes gazed down at my chest as she bent down to kiss it with her fingers and tongue. Was this

the same worried married woman?
After a few hasty caresses, Miyako immediately shifted her attention to my pants, her eyes gleaming with

desire . Remembering how Shoka had also become like this, I sighed, lamenting how similar the licentious bloodlines were, regardless of parents or children.
"………………"
Looking at my erect penis, Miyako licked her lips.
She spread her legs wide, used her fingers to push open her vulva, aimed at the tip of my penis, and deeply inserted it

into her tight body.
"Ah!"
Miyako, her hair disheveled, let out a sweet sigh.
"Oh!"
I also let out a sound of pleasure.
Amazing!
No wonder this is Shoka's birthplace!
This feeling is melting me!
My penis was enveloped, stroked, and sucked.
It felt like being played with by hundreds of tiny hands.
I had only ejaculated once, and now I felt incredibly excited, but my limbs felt a little numb.
Miyako, who had initially been cautiously and slowly rocking because she wasn't used to the position, seemed to have grasped the key and began to rock her hips

violently .
"Like that, ah!"
... That was my voice.
"Look, 'beautiful dream,' beautiful dream!"
I quickly shouted out the pre-set command, the one for inducing a hypnotic state.
Miyako stopped. Her lewd eyes began to calm down.
I was saved.
I hurriedly gave Miyako suggestions.
"...Don't be too vigorous. Slowly feel the friction between us to get intense pleasure.

Okay, move slowly."
Even after stopping, I could still feel the friction of my penis inside her.
How can I put it? This is a masterpiece.
I snapped my fingers to wake her up.
Miyako immediately started moving.
Like a suggestion, I slowly moved my waist up and down.
"Ah, ouch..."
Sweat appeared on Miyako's forehead, she clenched her teeth, and intermittent panting sounds rang out.
"Then, your movements will become slower. Doing this will make you feel more comfortable. ...Okay, if you

thrust ten more times, you will have an orgasm. Keep moving slowly and continuously, and on the tenth time, you will have an

intense orgasm."
One, two, my voice matched Miyako's waist swaying.
As if giving a command, Miyako's waist slowed down as she counted, but her body was extremely hot,

being tormented by pleasure.
Miyako couldn't bear it any longer and crawled on top of me. From the point where our bodies overlapped, it seemed as if I

had become a part of Miyako. Her enormous breasts pressed against my chest, squeezing them out of shape, and my mind went blank

. I was startled when Miyako's tongue plunged into my mouth.
...It was probably the tenth time, Miyako cried out.
My penis felt intensely being licked from all directions. I should have ejaculated inside Miyako,

but I don't understand why I seemed to have cried out. After regaining my senses, I moved Miyako's body away and slipped out.
The living room door made a sound.
I turned the handle, and as if blown by the wind, the door opened.
Shoka walked in.
She was naked, and behind her, clothes that had been taken off and thrown aside were piled up, as if she couldn't hold back even while undressing

.
"Ya...please...give it to me!"
One time of pleasure is far from enough for a woman. Even
though I'm quite confident in my stamina, I'm still a little unsure about this continuous onslaught.
But Shoka approached like a starving she-wolf. The suggestion should be able to control her, but I wasn't sure if it

could suppress her lust.
I gave Xiangxiang a suggestion.
"Who is this woman? Do you know?"
"...Mom...?"
Finally, when Xiangxiang saw her mother, the rationality returned to her face.
"That's right. It's your mother. Your body is getting hot. Um, if you touch your mother's body,

you will feel a wonderful feeling, and nothing unpleasant will happen. Now you really want to touch your mother,

want to be affectionate with your mother, and make your mother happy. If you do that, your mother will also be happy. Then you gradually

want to do erotic things to your mother."
"Ah..."
Xiangxiang stared at her mother with a lewd look.
But her body still couldn't move under my suggestion.
"You want your mother so much. You like your mother very much. That's right, she is a mother you like very much. Xiangxiang

is a good child. You miss your mother, a kind child. From now on, count to five. When you count to five, you

will really want to do erotic things to your mother.
One, two, while counting, your mood becomes impatient and unbearable. Three, you want to do it." "I really

want to do it . Four, here, you want to do it. You want to do it. ...Five! Go!"
— Xiangxiang pounced on Miyako.
"Ah!"
Miyako woke up.
But her eyes were unfocused.
"Miyako, your mind is gradually clearing. If I snap my fingers three times, your mind will become clear.

But , no matter what you can accept, your body will retain the memory of the pleasure you feel now. Okay."
After hearing Miyako's voice get a little louder, I snapped my fingers.
"…………!"
Miyako's face instantly turned red.
"Ah, Xiangxiang! Teacher! What, what is this!"
Miyako spread her legs wide, and Xiangxiang squatted in the middle, making cat-like sounds as she licked

my semen flowing from Miyako's body and the honey overflowing from her body.
"Doing something very good!" "
It's alright, madam,"
I said in a deep voice, pressing on Miyako's temples.
"Your skin is very sensitive, and you can't control your will."
"...Oh, what?! Stop! Shoka! What's wrong?! Please stop!"
"Stop what? Try to say it."
Miyako turned to me, her eyes filled with confusion. She couldn't understand what was happening.
"Stop! My..."
"Where? It will be more pleasant to say it. Please say it."
"...Little hole, lick, stop!"
Miyako

was .
"Stop!...Ah, oh, please stop, that place, ah, there, stop, no,

little sprout, no, Shoka, stop, stop, ah, oh, no, no, ah, there, even more, lick, lick,

no, oh, no, no, even more..." "
Keep a good mood. It's not a big deal. You love Shoka, and you have to accept whatever Shoka does, no matter what

." "Accepting will make you happy. Being touched by your beloved daughter makes you feel good, very,

very good. Feeling love, feeling your love grow stronger and stronger, experiencing even greater pleasure."
While emphasizing pleasure and inducing her, Miyako's self-esteem

crumbled like a sandcastle at high tide.
"So, with your beloved daughter, say what you want, and you'll get immense

pleasure. Shoka, do everything your mother says."
My words made Shoka's hands and tongue stop, staring intently at the corners of Miyako's mouth.
Miyako suddenly spoke excitedly. Shoka looked, but no sound came out of her mouth, her lips opening and closing.
"Say what you want to do. Here, Shoka is waiting. If you say what you want to do, Shoka will feel..."

"I'm so happy. Want to make your lovely daughter happy? If you love her, then say it. If you say it, your love will

be fulfilled. A tremendous sense of satisfaction will fill your heart. If I tap your shoulder on count to three, you'll be able to

tell Xiangxiang what you want to do
." *Tap shoulder.
* "...Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang!"
Tears streamed down her face, and Miyako finally collapsed.
"Lick! Mom's little hole, stroke it hard! Play with it hard! Even harder, for your shameless

mother!"
"Mom! I'm so happy!! Love...!"
Mother and daughter embraced tightly, their lips pressed together.
Xiangxiang's fingers slipped into Miyako's vagina.
And Miyako's fingers, hesitantly, explored Xiangxiang's genitals,

carefully .
There were no positions or techniques. The two simply swayed their bodies tightly. The delicate skin of the girl and the beauty

pressed together , subtly rubbing against each other. But both Shoka and Miyako seemed to be experiencing pleasure no less intense than other caresses.
Watching the mother and daughter make love, my penis revived.
I moved to their intertwined legs, gazing at their tightly pressed vulvas.

Each time Miyako's soft hand withdrew and inserted, it brought slippery drops of fluid from Shoka's vulva, dripping down her pubic hair onto Shoka's delicate

hand, then being drawn into Miyako's vulva by Shoka's hand, overflowing from Miyako's vulva,

glistening as it flowed down to Miyako's buttocks.
"...Look into each other's eyes without moving. Do that, and you can no longer look away. Good,

you've become one, you can feel what the other feels, and the other can feel what you feel.

Look into each other's eyes without moving,"
I gave the suggestion, and then embraced Shoka first.
Shoka's body felt like a crucible, as if it had become ablaze, filled with love fluid. My penis entered

without resistance, tightly surrounded by the folds inside.
"Ah, so good!"
Xiangxiang cried out, overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
Miyako, who had been watching intently, also paled.
After a few thrusts, I withdrew and inserted myself into Miyako's body.
This was a furnace, melting my penis; a suction force drew me deep inside. Unlike Xiangxiang

's elastic touch, it tightened little by little, like a bottomless pit drawing in.
"Oh!"
Miyako's panting, seductive gaze appeared in Xiangxiang's moist eyes.
I thrust, then returned from Miyako's body to Xiangxiang's.
I put it into Miyako.
Penetrating Xiangxiang.
Miyako.
Xiangxiang.
The two looked at each other; whichever I inserted into, the other felt equally excited, their dual moans

filling the living room.
Xiangxiang.
"Oh, ah, so good, so good!"
Miyako.
"Ah, ah, ah, so wonderful!"
The mother and daughter were both experiencing the surge of pleasure.
And me... "
Ah, it's coming!" "
Give it to me! Give it to me! Full, full!" "Oh, it's so hot, scalding hot!"
"...!"
I didn't know where I ejaculated, I didn't understand myself, how could I leave such an astonishing amount of semen inside

the woman ?
Both of them simultaneously let out a long, drawn-out moan, their faces showing an unprecedented

expression .
In the staff room after class, I leisurely gazed at the winter sunlight outside the window.
"Excuse me!"
A gentle voice rang out in the air.
Footsteps approached, and the fresh scent of a young girl entered my nostrils.
"I brought the logbook!"
"Ah."
Straight, long black hair brushed against my nose as she turned.
It was Xiangxiang.
"Um, why are your eyes so red?"
Xiangxiang asked.
"...I stayed up a little late yesterday. Well, tomorrow's a day off anyway." " You can

sleep in ."
"That's right, Mom had some funny dream too, and she couldn't sleep last night."
"Is that so? Well then, I'll make sure she has sweet dreams tonight."
"Goodbye."
After seeing Shoka off, skipping away, I heard my colleague at the next seat whispering to someone.
"Oh, that Hazumi lately, she's gotten pretty."
"It's probably just the change of age." "
She probably has a boyfriend."
"Maybe."
"If it were me, I wouldn't want to leave her alone."
"That's a crime, teacher."
"What kind of man is he? He's such an enviable guy."
That person was me.
After making sure no one was around, I made a call.
"...Hello, is this Mr. Hazumi's residence? I'm Hasebe, Shoka's teacher.
...Because it's important, it sounds nice.
...Is that alright? From now on... 'Sweet dreams'."
On the other end of the phone, Miyako must have fallen into a hypnotic state.
A hollow voice came back.
"...Yes..."
"Good, you will have a wonderful dream. Now you are deeply immersed in the dream world. You feel very relaxed." "
Yes...I am relaxed..."
"Tonight, I will go there."
"...Yes, waiting."
"You're back."
At night, Miyako, wearing a cooking outfit over her kimono, greeted me at the door of Yu's house.
She still looked simple, but beneath her seemingly calm exterior, her lips shone with a red luster, and her beauty

blossomed brilliantly. I really wanted to push her down immediately, I almost wanted to pounce on her and grab that thick, fragrant beauty.

A beautiful woman.
"Shall we eat first, or take a bath first?"
"Are you ready? Please let me taste your cooking first."
"Yes,"
Miyako smiled happily. This is her true nature, isn't it? I'm not her real husband, but

even so, I still want to protect this radiant smile that leaps into my heart.
I hugged Miyako tightly from behind.
"Ah...no..."
Miyako weakly resisted.
I forcefully kissed her lips.
Miyako excitedly stuck out her tongue.
Parting our lips, Miyako gasped for breath as she squatted down. The hem of her kimono was torn,

revealing her snow-white calves.
Miyako noticed me staring there and deliberately and slowly adjusted the hem of her kimono.
The movement of her fingers, the trembling of her shoulders—clearly showing her anticipation of being violated here.
I ignored her and walked away. No need to rush here; the pleasure will continue all night. No need to be greedy now.
Miyako stood up, looking quite shy, though her eyes were filled with a mournful expression.
Shoka also came down, and the three of them sat together and began to eat dinner happily.
Miyako carefully poured beer into my glass.
Shoka cutely stuck out her tongue and licked the rice grains stuck to her face.
After dinner, we went to take a bath.
I felt very relaxed in the bathtub, but my penis was standing erect.
It should be coming soon.
"...Come in,"
Shoka and Miyako came in together.
The two of them washed my body together.
Shoka's hands were lathered with soap, rubbing it against my body, stroking my front back and forth.
Miyako knelt, applying soap to her full breasts, making soft sounds as she

rubbed the soap evenly on her chest, creating lather, then hugged my back tightly, her breasts acting as a sponge, thoroughly

washing my back.
Her nipples were hard and erect, like pencil marks on paper, filled with desire,

and she breathed heavily.
During the meal, I hypnotized the two of them again, making them recall all the experiences they had when they shared that feeling.

What Miyako felt, Shoka could also feel; Shoka remembered that pleasure also became Miyako's feeling.

When Miyako made a sound of unbearable discomfort, Shoka's eyes glazed over and she twisted her body.
Soon, Shoka finished washing my feet and reached out her small hand towards the penis that she had previously avoided.
She grasped the penis with her slippery left hand. She stroked the penis up and down with one hand while carefully

and meticulously washing my scrotum with her right hand.
Meanwhile, Miyako, like Shoka, inserted her left hand from my tailbone to my buttocks, her fingers

stroking up and down my buttocks. She bit my earlobe while pinching my nipple with her right hand.
"Mmm...so good..."
If I let the two of them serve me, I would immediately go too far.
I pulled Shoka into my arms.
I straddled her waist, and I thrust my penis into her already flooded, wet vagina.
"Ouch!" "
Shoka hugged my shoulders tightly, letting out a sweet moan.
'Mmm!'
Miyako behind me trembled.
Immediately, Shoka began to sway her hips, pushing me away and ignoring me, reaching out her arms to pull me into Miyako's

embrace .
Miyako, in turn, opened her arms and hugged both of us.
I was sandwiched between two bodies, feeling Shoka's movements, experiencing unparalleled satisfaction.

This was heaven.
Across my shoulders, Shoka and Miyako's eyes met. Shoka,
without any prompting, reached climax in the blink of an eye.
Shoka's climax also caused Miyako to reach climax as well.
Afterwards, the mother and daughter began to kiss me eagerly, letting me taste their tongues, the bathtub filled

with a white fluid, making me feel like I was in heaven.
After soaking in the spacious bathtub for a while, the mother and daughter got up and left the bathroom.
I didn't give any special instructions. What they did was up to them. This was part of the fun."
I emerged from the bath, my mind filled with desire.
Miyako, dressed in a white yukata, waited for me outside the bathroom and dried me off.
She led me to the bedroom.
"…Ah…"
I couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
A red candle was lit, its flickering light filling the room with a sense of fantasy.
On the double bed lay Shoka's figure.
But… was this Miyako's doing?
The candlelight shimmered in the black enamel.
Shoka wore a collarless, long-sleeved, tight-fitting thong, like something out of an SM magazine.
Her breasts bulged out from two holes specially cut into the thong.
The waist was cut open, several straps connecting to her thigh-high leather boots.
A gag was stuffed in her mouth, emitting pathetic, muffled moans.
Her hands were chained to her ankles, forced into a shrimp-like contortion.
Tears welled in her distressed eyes.
"………………"
Seeing me standing there speechlessly in a daze, Miyako opened her yukata.
It was a stark contrast to the dull-colored lingerie of the past few days; underneath was a blood-red queen's outfit, complete with fishnet

stockings . What
any man would see would absolutely be captivated.
She wasn't wearing underwear.
Deliberately wearing a size too small, the flesh peeking out from the edges of her clothes seemed to overflow with a passionate intensity;

my eyes saw nothing but her voluptuous body.
"…How beautiful,"
Miyako approached the bed, seductively caressing Shoka's breasts and thighs, letting out

a sigh of admiration.
It must be that suggestion working in a strange way.
Having experienced rape, Miyako remembered the ordeal of having her body taken from her with terrifying clarity.
But at the same time, it also aroused her desire for restraint.
That desire was

absolutely unacceptable to Miyako, who had decided to protect the fetus and toiled to raise Shoka amidst the disapproving stares of those around her.
Had my suggestion awakened another side of her subconscious?
If she bound her 'avatar' Shoka, without binding her own body, she would purely experience

the feeling .
————Thinking about such things came after the storm of lust had passed.
At that moment, I looked back and saw Miyako with her beautiful, full buttocks raised, and Shoka, like someone who had lost control of her bladder

, her vulva slick with honey-like fluid, unable to move. I pounced on her frantically.
I don't remember much after that.
So many times, I violated and was violated. Our bodies were intertwined as I whipped the bound Shoka. Miyako bound,

Shoka whipped, Miyako whipped, Shoka bound, Miyako, Shoka, licking, touching—I didn't know which

was real and which was fantasy. The three of us had become unconscious, our consciousness fading away.
※
I think I fell asleep sometime during that time.
Staring blankly at the bright ceiling, I gradually remembered who I was and where I was.
I touched the sheets. The stench of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid. The sweet fragrance of a woman's body. I felt like vomiting.
(!)
I was the only one lying in bed.
Just as I realized this, my whole body went cold.
After falling into a deep sleep, wasn't Miyako's hypnosis lifted? Only Miyako, or even Shoka!
If that's the case, it's all over. I'm doomed.
"...Excuse me,"
Shoka's voice came from outside.
The curtains were flung open, and the blinding light burned my eyes.
I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight and peered around with half-open eyes. A girl stood by the window.
Long black hair cascading down her chest, leaning against the chair.
My white shirt was probably draped over her shoulders.
The thin, almost transparent fabric accentuated her beautiful body lines.
"Oh. What a beautiful day,"
Shoka said with a bright smile, approaching me for a deep good morning kiss.
In the kitchen, Miyako, naked except for an apron, was making breakfast. Her cheeks

flushed looked away. The whip marks on her buttocks still bore vivid stripes.
The mother and daughter were completely brainwashed.
After breakfast, the three of them pressed their bodies together again.
This time I had plenty of energy.
The two of them entered a hypnotic state together, first putting on shackles, then trying various things.
When Miyako was treated as Shoka's slave, Shoka transformed into

a stern .
Miyako's memories were transported back to her elementary school days, to the bathroom. Watching Miyako squat down to urinate.
Shoka felt like she was masturbating in front of all her classmates at school. Shoka screamed with excitement,

her eyes rolling back as she fainted.
At the same time, Miyako was made to try being a female teacher. I became invisible, assaulting "

Miyako-sensei" from behind during her lesson. Miyako screamed as she stood on the podium (actually a sofa), clinging tightly to me and

waving her hips, "Look, everyone, look how lewd the teacher is!"
Shoka was a student, and Miyako became her tutor. While studying in Shoka's room, Miyako

felt desire and pushed Shoka down. Miyako tied up the annoying Shoka and relentlessly stimulated Shoka's

clitoris until Shoka's vulva was sticky and wet.
Shoka became a butterfly, fluttering around the room, sucking on Miyako's wide-open "flower,"

seemingly licking the nectar with relish.
...
By afternoon, I had the mother and daughter tidy up the house until there were no traces of intercourse.
"My husband will return next Wednesday.
" "Yes..."
"You will wake from this dream, and as before, your husband will be the one you love most in the world. But you

are no longer afraid of sex. Not only that, you also desire to have sex with your husband a great deal. " Being hugged by the man you like

makes you feel good. Looking at his face makes you want to be hugged by him forever.
That lingerie and restraint material can be used like that. I told you

the lines .
"...Yesterday, everything from receiving my call until now has been a dream. Good. Because it was a good dream,

I remember it very clearly, but no matter how clearly I remember it, I can't recall it. When you wake up from the dream, you will become

a wife waiting for your husband to come home, just like usual.
If you sometimes want to change things up, then tell Xiangxiang that you had a ridiculous dream. Then I will let you

enter a dream world as pleasant as today. Do you understand? When your husband is not around,

if you really want to have sex, tell Xiangxiang that you had a ridiculous dream.
" "Yes..."
Because "this is also a promise in the dream, and you will completely forget it after you wake up. If you want to have sex, you should

say that to Xiangxiang. So, if you understand, try to say it."
"...I, if I want to have sex, I will tell Xiangxiang that I had a ridiculous dream."
"Okay. You must do that."
I let Miyako lie down on the sofa.
"When the clock strikes five, you will wake up. From last night until today, you did

what you always do on Saturdays and Sundays. You only had a slightly unbelievable dream last night. Other than that, nothing

happened . Okay."
Once again, I recited the keywords, putting Miyako into a deep sleep.
I moved the sleeping Miyako to another spot and led Shoka away from the Yu family home. I
changed Shoka's memory to that she had played with friends and sent her home.
"How was last night?"
I asked, stroking Shoka's hair.
We were in bed. Of course, we were both naked.
Shoka's father, Miyako's husband, Yuzumi Kiyotaka, returned from overseas three days later.
"Hmph, Mom, you were amazing yesterday too..."
Shoka peeked into the couple's bedroom.
Miyako's lewd cries echoed throughout the room.
"...What's wrong with you? You're acting like a complete stranger."
"Oh...Is that so...Do you hate me like
this?" "Oh...I see...No, but seriously, what's wrong?" "
...Um...you...um...If you're going to talk about this, please don't look down on me, okay?

"
Miyako nervously took out the vibrator.
"Ah, this...!" "
...I'm sorry..." "
No need to apologize...You have something like this too, how come..." "
...I found...a nasty comic in Shoka's room. There was something

written on the flipped page...I threw it away immediately...but...If you're alone in there, it's lonely,

lonely ...If that's the case, I always feel...Oh, I'm sorry, I did something awful

...!"
Hearing this, I smiled knowingly.
Miyako seemed to be performing exactly as I had told her.
"Alright..." "
Don't talk stupid things. Think about what I did. How can you look down on me?" "I'm so

glad you've become like that . Really."
Then the couple started their battle again. Outside the door, Shoka, along with Miyako, became excited, but also felt very

frustrated .
"You feel it too? You're so lewd."
"Hmph... I'm lewd... oh." "
You're so promiscuous. Shoka like that, I have to take her down."
"Ah... take her down, do it..."
While playing with Shoka's body, which was full of expectation in her moist eyes, I was almost certain that the plan

would succeed .
My goal was not just to use the mother and daughter of the Hazumi family as my dolls.
That was just part of the plan.
My plan, which I had carefully considered for a long time, was about to be put into practice.
The window across from the staff room was dazzlingly bright.
Spring things always seem to end abruptly when they are exhausted.
Shoka is now a high school student. In our school's girls' high school.
My slave has not changed.
We meet once a week. Even without sex, just hypnotizing her is enough to satisfy her.

Giving and having her stay overnight at my house is not unusual.
"Mr. Hasebe"
was talking to a colleague across from her.
"Hasebe's former student
, Hasumi." "...What's wrong with that girl?"
"She seems to have become a problem student in the high school."
"Huh?" "
She studies well in class and participates in club activities, but she doesn't seem to be able to adapt."
"That shouldn't be the case."
"People change with their environment."
"Maybe there's something wrong with her family."
"I've heard a little about that. It's complicated."
Shoka will become an older sister at the end of the year. Therefore, Shoka's mood has become even more unstable. This is to be expected. After learning that her biological father isn't Mr. Kiyotaka, she instinctively felt that her existence in this family was awkward

after Miyako became pregnant . 　　...Of course, that child is definitely Mr. Kiyotaka's child. 　　Shoka has recently started to hate even going home. 　　Because she feels calm and intense pleasure when she's with me, she's becoming increasingly dependent on me. She's completely under my control, saying anything even without hypnosis. 　　Finally, the final stage has arrived. 　　I took a deep breath, calming my trembling fingers, and dialed the number. 　　"...Ah, hello. Nice to meet you, it's me, Hasebe from the middle school. Former teacher . 　　...Yes, about her...I know a little about her..." 　　Miyako is an incredibly charming woman. 　　But she's someone else's wife. Not mine. So what if I cause the Yuzumi family to collapse? Make her divorce and marry me? Give birth to her unborn child? I absolutely won't do anything like that. 　　Therefore, I only hinted to Miyako that everything that happened was just a dream. I am the nightmare demon appearing in Miyako's dream. To prevent Miyako from feeling troubled towards Mr. Kiyotaka, whom she deeply loves. 　　And Shoka is a lovely child. 　　Marrying her wouldn't be so bad. But buds have their advantages; however, if it's about marriage, it's better to marry a fully blossoming adult woman. 　　Now, on the other end of the phone, that woman... 　　The successful brainwashing of the Yuzumi mother and daughter was merely an experiment to conquer her. 　　The beautifully brainwashed Shoka is the bait. It was bait , lively and playful, meant to lure the big fish into the waters of high school . 　　Now, the prey has taken the bait. 　　A cold voice came through the receiver, yet hearing that cold voice only fueled my desire . A beautiful, dignified woman, like an ice goddess, appeared clearly before me, her skin snow-white, her eyes crystal clear—I longed for those eyes to gaze upon me. 　　She was a music teacher in the senior high school. 　　Clichés like "tall and voluptuous" couldn't adequately describe her. Her divine beauty, always adorned with sunglasses, made her unapproachable. 　　Unmarried, without a boyfriend, such beauty intimidated men; I understood the feelings of the male teachers in the senior high school. 　　But even such a woman harbors desires. And I possessed the weapon to unlock her heart: hypnosis. 　　Xiangxiang was first implanted with an interest in music. 　　Then she joined the music club, where the beautiful senior high school teacher served as advisor. 　　There, she created problems to attract her attention. 　　This was the trap I set to get close to her. 　　"...I got scolded by the teacher again yesterday," 　　Xiangxiang reported. 　　No matter how I talk to her face-to-face, she certainly won't notice that I've hypnotized her. If she were a psychiatrist, that would be one thing, but she's a teacher. There's nothing to worry about.

"She gives me guidance every day after class,"
I thought, suppressing my excitement as I planned.
I would hypnotize her, like I did with Shoka and Miyako, completely brainwashing her.
That way, she would live for me, live happily ever after, become mine, my wife.

She would love me the most in the world.
A hypnotic technique she could never unravel
. This was how hypnosis should be used.
Shoka, Miyako, I sometimes play with you too. I'll even ask you to help train my wife

.
I stopped at the entrance of the girls' high school, which stood tall on the hillside.
"It's Hasebe from the middle school. Is Ms. Hyokami here?" Entering
the girls' high school required an invitation, and while waiting, the rosy future of enjoying time with beautiful women

flashed brightly in my mind.

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