[Widowed Pregnancy Club]

Autumn winds swept through the sweltering city, bringing a touch of coolness, but those rushing through the gray jungle had no

time to stop and thank heaven for this gift.

More than twenty million people crammed into this city, which was a wetland hundreds of years ago, either dominate the world's economy or are

dominated by it.

Not far away, the vast blue expanse of water forms the food culture known as "Edo-mae," but even facing

this ocean every day, most people's hearts have never crossed that rainbow bridge—even if the checks in their hands might

come from the other side of the bridge.

This is Tokyo, the capital of the world's second-largest economy.

Unaccustomed to the bustling Edo-style life, the wealthy choose to live far from the city center, like

this hillside residential area before us, where Japanese mansions and Western-style villas stand side-by-side. Although they are

connected to the buildings below, their expansive landholdings prevent any sense of spatial compression.

More lush and verdant vegetation than anywhere else in Tokyo blocks the culprits of the city's heatwave, but also brings

a noise unlike anywhere else—the chirping of cicadas.

A woman in a black kimono stood at her doorway, her delicate, snow-white hand

tearing off a piece of white paper bearing the inscription "Mid-Autumn Festival" from the doorframe and crumpling it tightly into a ball.

"Chiaki, since he's gone, don't be too sad," a stylishly dressed

young woman said, emerging from the neighboring house.

"I know... but..."

"Sigh, let's go inside first." The young woman helped Chiaki open her slightly ajar door, half-dragging

her inside. Chiaki's black mourning clothes askew under her weight, revealing her fair neck, delicate

shoulders, and a deep cleavage.

The young woman swallowed hard; even as a woman herself, the petite Chiaki was undeniably alluring

.

The young woman pressed her down on the table, then expertly took ice and barley tea from the refrigerator, pouring each of them

a glass. What had initially been a casual acquaintance had become Chiaki's

greatest help in handling her husband's funeral arrangements after his unexpected death. The reason was simple: she had had a similar experience years earlier

.

"Yuko, thank you..." Chiaki said to the young woman, who was currently downing her barley tea in one gulp.

Rough-around-the-edges, optimistic—that was the impression Yuko Ayanokoji left on her neighbors—

the complete opposite of Chiaki Yagami.

"It all comes down to money," Yuko said, putting down her glass and spreading her hands helplessly. "Your

situation is much more complicated than mine. At least I don't have a bunch of blatantly heartless 'siblings' fighting over

the inheritance."

"If it were just about dividing the inheritance, that would be one thing, but their goal is..." Chiaki lowered her head,

her hands trembling as she gripped the glass tightly.

"All of your husband's property, right?" Yuko said. "But according to civil law, the spouse is

one of the natural heirs, so at least half of the property should go to you. Of course, this also means that half of your husband's property

will go to those guys..."

"If it were me! I wouldn't give him a single penny!" Yuko suddenly slammed her fist on the table, startling Chiaki

.

"You can't refuse..."

"Who said that...hehe." Yuko flicked Chiaki's chin lightly with her slender finger and said,

"If you have a baby, everything will be solved!"

"A baby...that's impossible..." Chiaki's usually melancholy face flushed, revealing a

shyness she hadn't shown since her husband's death.

"What? Yamato isn't with you every day..." Yuko chuckled lewdly, her alluring eyes fixed on Chiaki

's chest.

"No...no..." Chiaki covered her flushed face with her hands and said, "Yamato didn't do that

..."

"Oh, so it's just occasionally with you..." Yuko teased her relentlessly, "What a waste

! If I were him, I'd do it with you every day...do it with you until you..."

"Yuko!" Chiaki tried to stop Yuko from continuing, but in her panic, her hands

pressed directly onto Chiaki's full breasts.

"Ah..." Yuko deliberately moaned loudly, her face displaying an exaggerated expression of enjoyment, while her hands

pressed down on Chiaki's small hands that she tried to pull away, letting her feel the magnificence of her breasts. Yuko's curvaceous

figure was almost comparable to that of Western female models in Playboy, and she was always very proud of it.

Compared to her, Chiaki's figure was like a child's—petite, with a baby face,

and her already flat figure, always concealed by a kimono, often led people to mistake her for a middle school student

or even an elementary school student. She was even pulled over by the police several times, suspected of driving without a license.

"Chiaki is so good... such good skills..." Yuko continued to exclaim sweetly.

"Ugh... I hate it... let go... Yuko..."

"Hehe... Chiaki is so cute!" Yuko slowly released her grip, preventing Chiaki from falling over.

"Seriously, Chiaki... do you want children?"

"Yes... it's not something I can decide," Chiaki said, blushing.

"If you really want them, I have a way," Yuko said seriously, her previous flippancy gone

.

"Yuko...you mean...using someone else's...to fake it...?"

"Yes...and no..." Yuko said, "Anyway, it's a method that DNA testing can't detect

, but you need your husband's DNA, hair, skin, anything will do."

"Hair...of course I have it...but..." Chiaki's face grew increasingly red.

"The decision is yours, take your time thinking about it," Yuko said, "but there are limits. The faster you do it, the less

likely there will be problems...if you decide to do it."

Yuko patted Chiaki's shoulder, fully aware that this was a huge struggle for her, even though...

She had told him it would be a foolproof plan, but for this conservative widow, giving birth to

a child not conceived by her husband was almost an act of betrayal.

After Yuko left, Chiaki looked around the room. If it were just a matter of money, she could still

split the inheritance with those parasitic relatives. After all, the market value of this house alone was enough to ensure she would live comfortably for the rest of her life. However,

their target also included this house. There was a difference between the listed value and the market value of the house, especially in this area

, where the listed price differed from the market price by more than 30%. For this difference of tens of millions, her relatives forced her to sell

the house for cash. But besides its vulgar monetary value, this house also held precious

memories of Chiaki and her husband.

The first time she came here, Chiaki was a little scared and a little expectant. However, her then-boyfriend and

husband did not take advantage of this petite and introverted college freshman on the spot, leaving Chiaki with a slight

sense of regret on the way back.

In the days that followed, her husband insisted on marrying her, a girl from an ordinary background, despite his family's objections. Therefore

, among the relatives, Chiaki was an unpopular and unblessed outsider.

Of course, this didn't affect Yagami Yamato at all, because he had

severed ties with these exploitative relatives years ago. Coupled with successful investments, he not only no longer needed

their help, but his total assets even surpassed theirs. Under these circumstances, Yamato naturally didn't need to consider the Yagami

family's feelings.

"Yamato..." Thinking of her husband, a shy blush appeared on Chiaki's sorrowful face. Yuko's guess, while

not entirely correct, wasn't far off. Although Yamato wasn't often home, whenever he did come back overnight

, the couple practically lived a life of debauchery every night. Yamato appeared gentle and refined, but his manipulation of Chiaki

had once made her wonder if her husband might be a pervert. Of course, Yamato had his own twisted logic, and since Chiaki

herself enjoyed it, she gradually got used to it.

"Ah... Yamato... why did you have to die..." Chiaki rested her head on the table, her soft little hands slipping

inside her clothes, squeezing aside the fabric covering her breasts, kneading them.

As her right hand's movements became more intense, her left hand also attacked the cleft covered by her panties, at first

just pressing her fingertips back and forth on the panties, but after only a few times, a dampness seeped through the thin fabric

, and the tingling sensation from her lower body attracted her fingers to go deeper.

"Mmm... ah... Yamato... Yamato..." Calling out her dead husband's name, Chiaki looked into the room,

her tear-blurred eyes seeming to see images of the past: her husband, returning from abroad, the first thing he did upon entering the house was

to passionately embrace her, kiss her, eager to prove with a large amount of thick semen that he hadn't

been unfaithful during his trip.

He would hold his wife's petite body, impatiently tugging at her clothes,

managing to remove seven or eight tenths of her defenses before she was even pushed into the bathroom. Then, he would carry her, who was busy covering her underwear, into the bathroom, and the couple

would enjoy a romantic swim together—of course, Chiaki would always play the role of being "played" until she was completely powerless

.

"Ugh...ah...Yamato...hold me...like before...um..." Chiaki

gasped, fantasizing that her husband's hands were teasing her, making her moan and climax as wantonly as before.

"Yamato...your hands...made me come...ah...no...don't move...it feels so

...ah...ah...um...oh..." Chiaki's body convulsed a few times, her juices wetting the tatami between her legs

. But her fingers did not stop, as if she were truly possessed by her husband, her slender fingers increasing

their movements, mercilessly piercing deep into her trembling flesh.

"Big...and...ahhh..." Chiaki collapsed onto the tatami mat with a thud, her hands caressing her young,

naked body, reaching climax again and again.

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"Hmm? Chiaki, you said...you've decided to do it?" The next day, Yuko opened Chiaki's door and

was immediately startled by Chiaki's enthusiastic attitude.

"Yes, I...I want to save this house." "

Chiaki...you've been crying? Your eyes are red..." Yuko pressed her face close to Chiaki's, so close that Chiaki felt

shy. Her lips seemed like they might touch Chiaki's face at any moment, a situation that made Chiaki somewhat expectant,

but in the end, she didn't cross that narrow yet incredibly wide lesbian chasm.

"Well then...let's strike while the iron is hot, we'll go over in a bit." Yuko said decisively.

Soon after, Yuko's red sedan, carrying Chiaki, sped along the highway. Sitting beside Yuko in the driver's seat

, Chiaki looked at her and finally asked, "Yuko...why did you specially change into sportswear?"

"Well...it doesn't really matter what I wear...as long as it's convenient," Yuko said casually.

Chiaki didn't catch the unspoken meaning in Yuko's words, but even if she had, it would probably be too late

to run.

Yuko parked her car in an ordinary-looking residential area. She parked the car in the parking lot

and led Chiaki to one of the houses, pushing open the door and going inside before Chiaki could ask any questions.

"Yu...Yuko..." Just as Chiaki was being dragged inside by Yuko, worried about being taken to the police

station for trespassing, Yuko exclaimed, "I'm back!"

"Huh? Yuko...this is...your house?"

"Of course not." Yuko said this, but she acted as if she were truly in her own home

. She opened the door to what should have been the elder's room and led the anxious Chiaki inside

.

"Miss Yuko, long time no see." There was someone in the room, but the person clearly showed no annoyance at Yuko's unauthorized entry

, instead greeting her warmly.

"Did you bring a newcomer today?" The beautiful woman sitting at the desk pushed up her rimless glasses,

scrutinizing Chiaki with sharp eyes.

"Hmm... sort of," Yuko said. "However... the 'group' she wants to join is different from mine.

"

"Want to 'make a child'? Well... ma'am, did you bring your husband's DNA

?"

"Yes..." Although she didn't know what the other party was going to do, Yuko still collected her husband's hair and brought it over

.

"By the way, let Chiaki share a room with me."

"Okay, then, Miss Yuko, Miss Chiaki, please lie down on the bed." After watching Chiaki finish filling out the registration form

, the beautiful woman pointed to the bed in the room and said.

"Get on the bed?" Chiaki lay down on the bed with Yuko with a lot of doubt. After a soft "ding

," the entire bed immediately sank down with them.

"Whoa!" Chiaki exclaimed, but the bed stopped immediately. It turned out that this was

the elevator leading to the basement.

"Get up." Another female voice said to them, "Miss Yuko, as usual...

Room 11, which you usually use, is unoccupied, so please go to Room 11."

"Hmm... I'll go first then." Yuko walked towards the airtight door ahead, and before closing it, she turned back

to Chiaki and said, "You have to come here later too."

Chiaki, left behind, anxiously looked around at her surroundings. The bed that had just carried them down had been raised back

up, leaving only a huge, smooth steel pillar. A conspicuous airtight door, like the kind used in ship cabins

, was the only exit at first glance, and next to this exit was a young woman

dressed in the same clothes as the beautiful woman from before.

"Hello, I'm Yuko, and the one upstairs is my older sister, Saori. Now I'll proceed to the next step

. Are you here to try to get pregnant?"

"Yes... yes."

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" "

Either is fine... If it's a boy..." "

Hmm... then... when did your husband pass away?"

"Almost a month ago." Chiaki's face darkened again at the mention of her husband's death.

"So it's not too late..." Taeko wrote on the form in her hand, then asked, "

When did your last period end?"

"Uh...do I have to say that?" Chiaki blushed, but still said softly, "About...

a...week ago..."

"Then it's almost ovulation time. Okay, please lie over there, we need to do some preliminary work." Taeko

pointed to the side with the end of her pen, indicating that Chiaki should lie on the examination table.

"Won't...sink again, will I?"

"This isn't an elevator." Taeko said, but Chiaki still underestimated this strange place. As

soon as she lay down on the bed, she immediately smelled a sweet fragrance, and soon lost consciousness.

"Although it's not an elevator, it's an anesthesia table." Taeko added.

After confirming the level of anesthesia in Chiaki, Taeko hooked her long leg and pulled over the support frame next to her, placed Chiaki's

legs on the spread-out support frame, pulled down her underwear, and skillfully took out a speculum

and inserted it into her narrow vagina like an obstetrician.

"So tight..." Taeko murmured to herself, slowly inserting the hysteroscope she was holding

into the opening of the duckbill until Chiaki's cervix appeared on the screen beside her.

Taeko opened a drawer, used tweezers to take a short, transparent tube from a bottle containing some kind of liquid, and

carefully placed it on the cervix that had been pried open by the duckbill, using the image on the screen as a reference. After confirming that it wouldn't fall

off, she injected some kind of paste-like liquid into the uterus with a syringe, and then withdrew the hysteroscope and the duckbill.

"So cute, no wonder she's Yuko's friend." Taeko tidied up her tools, putting the used instruments into

the sterilizer, and then walked to Chiaki's side to observe her closely.

The black kimono on Sleeping Beauty's body made her fair skin appear even whiter, and her small face was delicate and

cute. Compared to Yuko, she was slightly childish, but she possessed an innocence and purity that Yuko lacked.

"Wait a minute... such a cute girl... is about to be played with... that tight spot...

should we say it's pitiful or blissful?"

"Wake up." Taeko patted Chiaki's cheek, waking Chiaki from her daze

.

"Ah... what just happened..."

"We did some checks and preparations. Next, please go to that door, follow the corridor inside to a

place with a total of sixteen doors, and go through door number eleven. Oh, and take the elevator at the end."

Chiaki stood up, touching her lower abdomen, feeling a little strange, but this slight discomfort

didn't hinder her movements.

She followed Taeko's instructions and ended up in an ordinary room. The room had a bed,

a desk, a replica of Van Gogh's sunflowers on the wall, and a clock ticking away—it

couldn't be more ordinary.

"Where...where am I?" Chiaki was about to leave when the door was flung open, and two

men wearing only underwear walked in. Ignoring the terrified Chiaki, they casually sat down

on the chair closest to the door.

"Who...who are you?"

"Hmm?" The men exchanged glances, about to speak, when several more men entered,

also wearing only underwear, each with a large bulge in their crotch, clearly indicating impressive "assets.

" "Us..." The men surrounded Chiaki, strange smiles on their faces.

"Ah!" Chiaki flinched and jumped up. One of the men had reached out and attacked her buttocks

. Chiaki said in a panic, "You...how can you be so rude?"

"Oh?" The men paused, then adopted a deliberately lewd expression, crowding around Chiaki,

their dozen or so hands simultaneously fondling her body, while also removing her kimono.

"No! No! No!!" Chiaki screamed, but the man said, "Stop screaming. The soundproofing here

is excellent. Even if you shout twice as loud, no one will hear you."

"No...no." Chiaki continued to cry and scream, and finally the man had to use a gag to gag her

, making her only able to whimper.

"It's much quieter now," the man said with a smile, and then resumed their caresses. Chiaki's

kimono had been almost completely removed. Her hands desperately tried to protect her remaining bra and panties, but her chest covering

was easily stripped away. These men seemed very skilled at undressing women.

In her panic, Chiaki's left hand still clutched the last piece of fabric. Her face flushed, she didn't know whether to use both hands to protect

this thin defense or to use her right hand to cover her exposed breasts. In just a moment of hesitation, her small breasts

were occupied by the man's hands, forcing her to turn to protect her panties instead.

The men's repeated attempts to pull her away failed, and they stopped struggling with the cloth, instead caressing her body,

playing with her breasts, rubbing her skin, and teasing her increasingly moist vulva through her panties.

Chiaki's moans gradually took on a seductive quality. The men's actions reminded her of her husband's caresses—

a similarly gentle touch tinged with roughness, his methods of observing her reactions—all of which pounded

at her crumbling moral defenses.

Realizing Chiaki had given up resisting, the men tentatively removed the gag, and sure enough, they only heard

her moaning, "No...no...ah..."

"Ah...no...I...Yamato...ah...um...save me...Yuko...save me...I...

no...I can't..." Chiaki cried out tearfully, her voice filled with lust. Her trembling body obediently

met the men's caresses, sparks of pleasure exploding and accumulating within her, waiting for the right moment to

obliterate her reason.

"You've been messing with the guests again." Taeko's voice reached Chiaki's

ears, her face streaked with tears and overflowing with lustful fluids. She thought a savior had arrived, but then she heard, "The medicine isn't ready yet. Playing around like this now is against

the rules."

"Medicine..." As soon as Taeko spoke, the men immediately withdrew their clutches, leaving Chiaki feeling

somewhat disappointed. Her reason, shattered by the pleasure, was momentarily confused about the meaning of Taeko's words

.

But this state of confusion didn't last long. Chiaki quickly came to a conclusion, and a terrifying one at that

. She began to scream, even though it had already proven useless.

"Yuko! Yuko! Help me!...Ah!"

"Miss Yuko? Go and invite her over." Taeko said to a man, who obediently

left the room.

"What did you do to Yuko?"

"Well...it depends on what Miss Yuko wants to do..." Taeko said. At this moment, Yuko

"floated" in without touching the ground, or rather, was carried in by a man in a position commonly known as the "train bento

."

"Yu...Yuko! How could you..."

"Ah...Chiaki..." Yuko's eyes were like stars, clearly enjoying the feeling of being penetrated by a penis. Her naked

body was covered with a layer of sweat, and her two long, beautiful legs were hooked around the man's lower back.

In addition to the clear love fluid, there was also a lot of white foam sticking to the part where their bodies were joined.

"Chiaki... I'm sorry... I didn't tell you before... but if I had told you... you...

ah... wouldn't have come..." Yuko said to Chiaki, while the man continued to thrust into her vagina,

adding lewd sounds to her voice. "Stop for a moment..." Yuko said, her tone still 　　seductive

despite her resentful expression . 　　　　The man obediently stopped, letting Yuko climb off his penis. Yuko held his 　　penis, which was covered in her own fluids, and stroked it, saying to Chiaki, "The full name of this place is 'Widows' Pregnancy Club,' meaning 　　it's a place for people like us to get pregnant... Of course... there's also a 'Pleasure Group' for those who just want to have sex, 　　but the service standards are much different from the 'Pregnancy Group.'" 　　　　"Isn't this... a betrayal of Yamato?" Chiaki said in a panic. 　　　　"Don't worry, I'm a professional... listen to what Taeko has to say," Yuko said. 　　　　"Yes, we are professionals, that's for sure. So, Ms. Chiaki, don't worry, 　　you won't be penetrated by anyone before we can proceed to the next step, unless that guy wants me to cut him off!" 　　　　"No, no!" The men shook their heads frantically, avoiding Taeko's sharp, knife-like gaze. One of them 　　said, "Your sister and I were personally assigned by Fujise-sama. No matter how bold we are, we wouldn't dare disobey the 　　powerful backer behind you two." 　　　　"Good to know." Taeko nodded, took out a glass jar filled with pink pills, and said, " 　　Same as always, ten shots per pill. Attach the measuring device before you go." 　　　　Taeko then explained to Chiaki, "This is a sperm gene control drug developed by our technical department. 　　As long as you take this drug, you can ejaculate semen with the same genes as the sample within ten shots." 　　　　"Why not...artificial insemination?" Chiaki tried to make a final stand, but Taeko seemed to have 　　anticipated her question and said without hesitation, "Because what your husband left behind wasn't 'sperm,' and 　　our method guarantees a 100% success rate for fertilization. Compared to that, the failure rate of artificial insemination is far too 　　high." 　　　　"Ugh..." 　　　　"But don't worry, Ms. Chiaki, we are a service industry after all. You can entrust your body to us and 　　let the professionals handle it." Taeko took out a box, picked up a yellow pill, and stuffed it between Chiaki's cherry lips. 　　Chiaki tried to spit it out, but the pill had already rolled down her throat with Taeko's flick. 　　　　"What is this?" Chiaki tried to vomit the pill out.

"Half of it is medicine to help you conceive," Myoko said. "The other half is

'good stuff' to let you enjoy the pleasures of being a woman."

"I want some too..." Yuuko pouted. Myoko walked to her side, put the blue pill from the other box

in her mouth, and fed it to Yuuko's stomach with a mouth-to-mouth kiss.

At this time, the men were distributing the medicine Myoko had given them. After taking the pills, each of them held a

device similar to a pedometer, waiting for the effects to take hold. Surrounded by the men, Chiaki breathed softly

, her mood calming down slightly. Besides accepting her fate, she also realized that

none of these men had gotten an erection since they started playing with her body. With a certain degree of confidence in her allure

, Chiaki gradually accepted under this undeniable evidence that these men were not simply raping her out of lust, but rather

special professionals with "professional pride."

The drug took effect quickly; soon Qianqiu felt her whole body burning, her cheeks flushed.

Her body, still aroused from the man's caresses, began to itch again. Her hazy eyes involuntarily lingered on the man's crotch. Under

her gaze, his underwear bulged, and finally, something

peeked out from the narrow space, startling Qianqiu.

"So big..." Qianqiu's face was flushed. This was the first time she had seen a man's penis other than her husband's, and she

couldn't tell if this size was big or small. She certainly didn't realize that these things, at least twice as thick and long as her husband's,

were ridiculously large.

At that moment, Qianqiu could only think that these enormous monsters were about to invade her vagina, and just that

made her legs weak. Fortunately, she was kneeling on the ground, avoiding the embarrassing situation of possibly falling into a man's arms

.

"Ah...do me...come in...mmm...so good...ah...the cock...it's hitting the spot..."

Unlike Chiaki, Yuko wasn't as introverted. Already aroused, she didn't care whether the drug had taken effect or not and immediately

started having sex with the man. The sight of the thick, hard cock spreading her pink labia was directly shown to Chiaki

, who had never seen such a scene before. Chiaki's heart was in turmoil, and her already soaked secret place oozed even more fresh juices.

"Yu...Yuko..." Chiaki didn't know what to say. When she came to her senses, she was already

being lifted up by two men, her legs spread wide apart by the other two, her whole body suspended in the air. The hot object touching her crotch

was the same huge cock as the one inside Yuko's vagina.

"No... Ah!" Chiaki tried to resist, but the penis had already plunged in. A tearing sensation

shot through her lower body, causing tears to stream down her face. The man, understanding the principle of "a short pain is better than a long one," took advantage of Chiaki's screams

and thrust the remaining half of his penis inside.

"Ah... It hurts... Ah! No... Don't move... It's splitting..." Chiaki screamed

. Yuko, standing nearby, while moaning, couldn't help but watch Chiaki, a hint of pity on her face. Meanwhile, Taeko, uninvolved

, saw the penis inserted and recalled the tightness she had felt from the glans, feeling a pang of pity

for the petite young woman.

"Mmm... So tight... Like a virgin..." the man inside Chiaki commented.

"It's alright, continue," Taeko said. "Remember, only ten times."

"Yes!" The men watched Taeko leave, and then began to further ravage Chiaki.

"Ah...no...no...ah...there...don't pull...ah..." Sensitive nipples were

sucked by two men, each giving them a jolt of electric stimulation that made Chiaki forget the pain in her vagina, letting out soft cries.

"So sensitive..." Yuko chuckled, the price of which was that another man

grabbed and kneaded her large breasts, causing her to moan repeatedly, while simultaneously earning a flippant remark, "You're sensitive here too."

"Ugh...ah...don't bite..." Yuko cried out, powerless against the

onslaught, as the man, still penetrating her, led her to Chiaki, who was agonizing over whether to sob or moan first, allowing the two beautiful widows

to engage in a more intimate emotional exchange.

"Chiaki...relax...it's always like this the first time..."

"Yuko...ah..." Chiaki looked at Yuko with teary eyes, her frail body

swaying back and forth with each thrust. The most painful part had passed; as the numbness subsided, a tinge of pleasure was gradually taking over her

senses.

"Ah...ah...no...don't...it's so deep...too...stimulating...ah...ah..."

Although Chiaki's rationality was still resisting, her body had already accepted the pleasure she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Her slender waist ignored her will, undulating to meet the thrusts of the penis .

Her small breasts, which could be grasped in one hand, had two erect nipples between the man's fingers.

Her legs, wet with her own juices, trembled under the man's grasp. If her ankles weren't still being held by the man,

she would have clung to him tightly like Yuko.

However, this "saying one thing but doing another" situation wouldn't last long. Humans, after all, cannot completely separate body and mind

. Besides, Chiaki was a woman with a modern education, and she was less concerned about chastity than some ancient

people. In addition, the other party claimed that the semen in the penis was exactly the same as her husband's, so she didn't completely reject

the idea of doing so.

"Ah...no...ah..." Chiaki's resistance gradually weakened, and her cries no longer contained words of refusal

, replaced by seductive moans and wanton shouts that even startled Yuko.

"Ah...fuck...fuck...so deep...oh...oh ah...I'm...dying...so amazing...ah!

I'm going to lose it..." The lewd and bold words, the wanton body movements, showed no trace of the usually introverted

and quiet Chiaki. Of course, this was also the result of Yamato's intentional or unintentional training.

(This woman...) The men were stunned for a moment, but they did not relax their work at all, clearly

they were all well-trained. However, even with training, the flesh between his legs, Nanbang Guo, would still ejaculate when it was time to ejaculate.

Besides, their current goal was to ejaculate as much as possible and get Chiaki pregnant.

"Ah...it's so hot...it's...it's in!!" Chiaki screamed as she reached her climax. It wasn't the first

time she had been ejaculated inside her, but this time the feeling was completely different. The hot semen not only relentlessly assaulted her

clitoris but also flowed along the previously implanted tubes into her uterus, which was filled with special nutrient solution.

"Ah...Chiaki...it feels good, doesn't it?" Yuko asked with a hint of jealousy. She didn't need to get pregnant,

so although she knew about this kind of "service," she had no chance to enjoy it.

"Ah..." Chiaki, panting heavily with her mouth open, didn't answer, but her tender flesh honestly clung tightly to

the penis. After the man ejaculated, the counter installed at the base of the penis beeped mechanically, and

the number on the LCD panel changed from zero to one.

"No...I'll get pregnant..."

"Isn't this what you wanted?" the man teased.

"It's my turn now." Another man pushed away the man still occupying Chiaki's vagina, and his equally huge penis

immediately took its place as the first one left Chiaki, pushing her to another

orgasm before she even had a chance to catch her breath.

"Ah...don't move...I...can't take it...ah..." Chiaki cried out, her

body becoming even more sensitive after the orgasm. The pleasure caused by the hard thrusting of the penis at this moment was several times that of usual, and

the stimulation of the huge, full glans scraping against her tender flesh drove her almost crazy.

"It's time to start the main event." Another man said. Hearing this, the men immediately began to move

, flipping Chiaki over and placing her on the ground, so that she was riding on the men.

"Ah...so deep...ah!" Chiaki cried out, the feeling of being penetrated to the bottom made her subconsciously want to raise her

buttocks, but as soon as her thighs moved slightly, her white, round buttocks touched something hot. She trembled

, not daring to turn her head to confirm whether it was a penis.

Even though she was determined to cover her ears, the man who stole the bell still continued his "steal." He parted Chiaki's

trembling buttocks, and his thick penis thrust into her long-neglected anus in one go.

"Ugh...!" This time, Chiaki didn't even have time to cry out before she fainted. The man quickly pressed her

philtrum to revive her, saving himself from playing with a woman who was practically a corpse.

"Ugh...it hurts so much..." Chiaki cried out. Even with her experience and the support of the aphrodisiac, Chiaki

's anus still couldn't withstand this unprecedentedly large penis. Fortunately, it was quite elastic, preventing Chiaki

from experiencing the pain of anal tearing.

"Relax and it won't hurt so much..." the man comforted her, but it was obviously useless. So he

had no choice but to give up on comforting her with words and instead use his penis to calm her down. However, this obviously only

had the opposite effect, because Chiaki's cries of pain gradually turned into moans of pleasure, and the volume actually increased.

"Ah...oh...two...first time...like this...ah...Yamato...I'm sorry

...Chiaki...I can't take it anymore...it feels so good...oh...my...body...it feels like...ah...it's going

to fall apart...I'm coming...I'm coming...no...don't...it's so scary...don't...ah...come...

" Chiaki cried out in a wanton voice. She wasn't always like this, but her beloved husband liked her moaning

and appearance, so she habitually expressed her feelings. However, this unrestrained behavior was limited

to the bedroom.

"Such a perfect woman, elegant in public and attentive in bed...is she going to be confined like this for the rest of her life?"

the man said involuntarily.

"Stop being so arrogant. Our duty is only to let her enjoy herself and get pregnant. What kind of life they lead is none

of our business."

"Sigh...what a pity...if she were my wife, I would definitely rape her until she couldn't get out of bed every day.

" The man said, thrusting hard a few times.

"Then you can choose to rape her until she can't get out of bed now," another man said.

"No... Ah! Don't move!" Chiaki felt the stagnant penis in her anus suddenly

begin to stir, and she screamed. But her attempt to escape only fueled the man's savagery. He gripped her buttocks and

began a frenzied thrusting.

Her poor anus trembled uncontrollably from this torment, but it also brought her intense

tightness and envelopment from the two penises.

"Ah... No... No... I'll... go crazy..." Chiaki writhed,

moaning lewdly.

The man turned her head to the side, and before her eyes appeared the image of Yuko, drenched in sweat, being sandwiched between two penises.

Her two orifices, like his own, were filled with two huge penises, but her face was full of joy,

showing no sign of pain. Her violated orifices were overflowing with lustful juices, and the squelching sounds echoed

throughout the room with each thrust.

"Next, you will be as happy as Miss Yuko," the man whispered hypnotically in Chiaki's ear

.

"I...no...ah...ah..." Chiaki's arms were grabbed by the man, and her breasts, like Yuko's, were

being kneaded. The man's movements were sometimes rough and sometimes gentle, and Chiaki's heart rose and

fell with their play. Slowly, her waist began to sway in sync with the thrusting of the two penises,

her beautiful body, familiar with the pleasure of sex, happily welcoming the stimulation brought by the penises, and her resistance weakened with each thrust

.

"Ah...so...deep...oh...mmm...ah..." As the pleasure spread,

tears welled up uncontrollably in Chiaki's eyes, and of course—her vaginal fluids too.

"Chiaki...you're enjoying it...mmm...ah...fuck me too...harder...ah..." Yuko moaned

, and the man, at her request, lifted one of her legs, making it easier for his penis to enter her two orifices.

There was no bed in the room, so they did it directly on the floor, but both beautiful widows were...

She leaned against a man, completely protected from the cold.

"Ah! Don't ejaculate... Ah!" Chiaki cried out again. Under the influence of the drug, many

times more semen than usual pounded into the deepest part of her vagina, and the ejaculation time was much longer than usual. Every time she was

ejaculated inside him, she felt as if a bunch of bombs were exploding in her mind. Her mind was blank; she couldn't think of anything, nor did she want to think of anything. The only thing she could still distinguish was 　　the ultimate pleasure

of her body being thoroughly played with . 　　　　"Ah... my ass... please... please... oh... no... don't... 　　that... just now in my ass... ah... you can't go in... ugh... ah... so dirty... 　　oh... I'm dirty... ah... again... shoot... shoot... inside... I want... to be shot..." 　　　　"Chiaki... looks... enjoying it too... ah... I... want to be... shot... hurry up..." 　　Yuko also cried out, her half-open, half-closed seductive eyes moving towards the large group of idle men around Chiaki, and said, "Can 　　... I have it too? As long as it's shot inside Chiaki... that's fine... I... want... more..." 　　　　"Miss Yuko really has a big appetite... although there's no hair down there like a young girl, her desire is 　　stronger than a prostitute's." The man teased Yuko, he knew very well that such a description would excite her even more. 　　　　"Ugh... I hate it... I just... ah... like... doing it... like this... that's all... ah..." 　　Yuko thrust out her large breasts for the men to squeeze, the movements as if trying to squeeze out non-existent milk, sending a tingling, itchy, and 　　painful sensation through her soft flesh. Many red finger marks gradually appeared on her jade-like breasts, 　　the ravaged tips still standing firm, yearning for even rougher treatment. 　　　　"We just need to ejaculate into Chiaki-san's uterus. As for 　　who does the 'preparation,' there's no set rule, but we'll still need to ask Chiaki-san's wishes." 　　　　"I... ah... okay... ah... let Yuko... ruin Yuko too... I... can't take... 　　so much... ah..." Chiaki, already ejaculated several times, gasped weakly. 　　　　"It's no wonder you can't take it, being 'served' by so many people for the first time. So let's... spread it evenly 　　, lest Chiaki-san think we're fickle." The men began to shift their focus, ensuring both women received the pleasure of their penises equally 　　. 　　　　Yuko eagerly opened her mouth, taking half of the penis in her mouth, and then began to lick it with ecstasy 　　. 　　　　"Sorry, Miss Yuko, it's not the kind of flavorful penis you like." 　　　　"Mmm...uh...ah...so good..." Yuko didn't answer, but focused on letting her wet, hot tongue slide 　　over every part of the penis, savoring it with relish. Under the visual stimulation, Chiaki, standing beside her, also slightly 　　parted her lips and imitated Yuko's actions. Sure enough, a hot, lust-covered penis was immediately brought to her 　　lips. Without hesitation, she let the huge penis invade her mouth. The sweet and sour scent of her body, 　　heated by the hot penis, quickly spread across her tongue. A numbing pleasure engulfed Chiaki's consciousness, 　　leading her into the world of orgy. 　　　　"Ah...I...can't take it anymore...my body...can't...take it...anymore...I 　　'm going to...come..." This kind of continuous orgasm was a first for Chiaki. Her entire body felt like 　　a sex organ, resonating with the climax as her vagina ejaculated. 　　　　Each orgasm caused excruciating pain, laying the foundation for the next climax. Chiaki moaned, writhed 　　, and responded until her body could no longer bear the overwhelming climax, until the flashing white light in her mind became 　　the only color in her consciousness. 　　　　Vaginal fluid, tears, saliva—all the fluids in her body flowed uncontrollably. In this near-limit state 　　, the instinct to prolong life became the only force controlling her body. Her trembling, convulsing vagina craved more semen, yearning 　　to fill the life temple deep within her female body with male semen, to let countless sperm ravage her eggs, and finally 　　to give birth to someone's offspring. 　　　　"Ah...I'm done...No...Don't ejaculate anymore...Ah...I'll die..." 　　Through her blurry, tearful eyes, Chiaki saw Yuko, just like her, immersed in lust. Besides the men's 　　claw marks, Yuko's slender legs were covered in streams of semen and urine, but her expression showed no 　　disgust. Instead, she seemed to be joyfully accepting the stronger pleasure, experiencing a more intense and prolonged orgasm 　　. 　　　　"I...I'm...done...Ahhh!!" Chiaki screamed. Her lower abdomen 　　was slightly swollen from being filled with so much semen, but the men continued to use their practiced techniques to keep her tight vagina constantly 　　blocked by another penis, each thrust causing the semen to circulate rapidly between her uterus and vagina 　　, stimulating every nerve within. 　　　　The afternoon sun streamed into the room. Most of the men had already ejaculated ten times and were done. The last man, holding 　　the limp, soaking wet Chiaki, turned and asked, "Anyone still not finished?" 　　　　"We're all done. You're the last one." The man sat to the side, adjusting his breathing 　　, preparing for the next widow's turn that evening. Although the drug prevented them from becoming exhausted from ejaculation, the physical 　　exertion was still considerable, especially since he, like them, hadn't eaten lunch. 　　　　"The last one..." The man glanced at the beauty in his arms. Chiaki was now completely exhausted. 　　Her only reaction was the occasional trembling of her body as she released her depleted fluids. Her unfocused eyes stared blankly 　　ahead, her pale face almost bloodless. Fortunately, a ray of warm sunlight shone on her jade- 　　like body, adding a touch of life to her. 　　　　The man then looked at Yuko, who had already "finished." Even she, after this round of rape, could only continue...

Lying on the ground, panting, it was no wonder Chiaki was in this state. The man inserted a blue pill

between his penis and her vaginal muscles, then thrust forcefully.

"Ah...ah..." Chiaki let out a weak moan, but after the pill dissolved in the semen, she

suddenly opened her eyes wide, her drooling mouth emitting brief gasps. She felt as if her uterus was being

violated by the man's penis, but of course, this was impossible; it was just that the drug had gradually increased the viscosity of the semen

.

The drug used in the pregnancy group, besides altering sperm genes, only increased the volume and frequency of ejaculation,

unlike the drugs given to the people serving Yuko, which prolonged the duration of intercourse. Seeing Chiaki

like this, the man was too embarrassed to continue displaying his masculinity, and quickly inserted his entire penis deep into Chiaki

's vagina, ejaculating the last of his semen into her body.

After the man ejaculated, he continued to hold Chiaki, maintaining the position of intercourse, allowing the semen in her vagina time

to coagulate and block the opening of the tube. The special material of the tube allowed only the semen in the tube to coagulate, while the semen in other parts

remained unaffected. "Mission 　　　　accomplished

." 　　　　Still in a daze, Chiaki was helped out of the bathroom by Yuko. Yuko and Taeko helped her put on her kimono. 　　Afterwards, Taeko said, "The semen in your body can remain active for seven days, so it's best 　　to do it every five days for a month." 　　　　"Hmm..." 　　　　Although Chiaki's wish was fulfilled, Yuko's heart was filled with anxiety and unease. Throughout the drive home 　　, Chiaki, sitting in the passenger seat, kept looking out the window without saying a word. It was as if a 　　huge wall stood between them, and Yuko felt as if the car door might open and jump out at any moment. Unconsciously, Yuko locked 　　the central locking system on Chiaki's side. 　　　　Fortunately, the terrifying situation Yuko feared didn't happen. Her car safely carried Chiaki home. 　　After closing the garage door, Yuko followed the unsteady Chiaki to her house. 　　　　Chiaki stood facing inwards in the entryway, looking utterly lost. Another awkward 　　silence fell between them. Finally, Chiaki spoke, 　　"Why...why...did this...to me...you and me..." At this point, Yuko felt a surge of anger rising within her . 　　Summoning courage from who-knows-where, she took a few steps forward, forcefully turning Chiaki's body halfway around, then tightly embracing 　　her head and shoulders, her burning lips immediately pressing against Chiaki's. 　　　　"Ugh!" Chiaki could only let out a weak moan, her eyes wide. Yuko's forceful kiss seemed to drain 　　all the air from Chiaki's lungs. At first, Chiaki's hands, pinned behind Yuko's back, desperately pulled and resisted 　　, but as time passed, her resistance weakened. On her cheek, pressed against Yuko's, she felt some 　　warm liquid—Yuko's tears. 　　　　Chiaki had never seen Yuko cry. No matter the situation, Yuko always wore a smile, at most 　　pouting and remaining silent. This was only ever seen when Chiaki was sobbing and needed comforting. 　　　　"Chiaki..." Yuko released Chiaki, staggering back a few steps. She turned her head, quickly wiping away 　　the tears on her face, and as if making a momentous decision, said, "I love you." 　　　　Chiaki, her eyes wide with shock at the confession, stared blankly at Yuko, who, as if in repentance, spoke 　　words she had kept buried deep in her heart: 　　"When you first married Yamato, my husband had only recently passed away. Every day... I could 　　see you and Yamato so happy from the window. I was so jealous... so jealous that I wanted to kill Yamato, to make you experience 　　the feeling of losing a husband..." 　　　　"Yuko..." Yuko's dark expression and trembling, low voice made Chiaki involuntarily take a step back. 　　She couldn't believe that such deep hatred lay beneath Yuko's cheerful exterior. 　　　　"But... even for someone like me... you still..." Yuko said sadly, "Do you remember 　　? The first time we faced each other... back then, I... was actually planning how to kill Yamato 　　..." 　　　　"Huh!" Chiaki exclaimed, but she also knew very well that the accident that happened to her husband was something Yuko could not have done 　　. 　　　　"But...you smiled at me like that, invited me to eat with you all...I feel so ashamed...From that 　　day on, I watched you from the window every day because...I love seeing you smile...I wanted you to 　　live a happy life forever...But that day I saw you crying in the hallway, and later I found out...Yamato had an accident 　　..." 　　　　Yuko swallowed hard, continuing her guilt-ridden outburst: "Hearing about Yamato's accident, I suddenly felt like I 　　killed him...I killed Yamato...because I wanted to kill him, that's why he had an accident...That's why I 　　hoped...at least to make you smile again sooner...to make your wish come true...But..." 　　　　"I guess I did something wrong...I'm sorry..." Yuko turned around, about to rush out the door, when a 　　pair of slender hands hugged her from behind. The soft yet firm arms easily 　　shattered Yuko's determination to escape forever; then, Chiaki's petite body pressed against her, and even with Yuko's unwavering resolve, she could no longer escape 　　Chiaki's gentle embrace. 　　　　"Yuko..." Chiaki rested her face against Yuko's back and said, "I love you too..." 　　　　"Huh!" This time it was Yuko's turn to be startled. 　　　　"I know... everything you've done is for me, I'm just afraid... afraid that I... will 　　forget Yamato because of... doing that kind of thing..." Chiaki turned Yuko around and kissed her lips. 　　　　"Mmm... mmm... um..." The two beautiful women, both with similar wounds, kissed passionately, their hot, 　　soft lips embracing each other, and even when they separated, they immediately intertwined again. 　　The pursuit beneath their pearly teeth was equally fervent, Yuko's tongue actively attacking, leaving Chiaki only able to enjoy the sensation for a moment, but she learned...

With her exceptional learning ability, Chiaki quickly launched a counterattack, pushing the battlefield into Yuko's mouth. Their two delicate tongues battled

fiercely until they were both breathless.

"Yuko..." Chiaki kissed Yuko gently, saying, "I love you."

In response to Chiaki's affection, Yuko returned the kiss, her lips slowly sliding down to kiss Chiaki's neck

, reaching her chest hidden beneath the kimono's hem. As Yuko kissed Chiaki's collarbone, she used her cheek to push aside the kimono's

fabric, causing Chiaki to let out a soft, seductive breath, her half-naked breasts trembling.

"Yuko... I want it again... Ah! Don't bite..." Chiaki tilted her head back slightly,

her nipple, now occupied by Yuko's lips, immediately becoming engorged and hard. Of course, Yuko wouldn't leave her other companion alone, her slender

fingers precisely pinching and gently twisting it.

"Mmm... Yuko...you're so horny...ah..." Chiaki tightly held Yuko's hands, kneading her

breasts relentlessly. Even with two layers of clothing in between, Yuko's advances were slightly thwarted.

"Chiaki...you're...horny too...oh...mmm...Chiaki...I love you...I love you so much..." Yuko

sucked on Chiaki's nipples, expressing her love.

"Ah...no...not here..." Chiaki blocked Yuko's further caresses,

saying in a seductive, sticky voice, "They'll see..."

Yuko followed her finger and saw the half-open door. The

door she had just opened was still swaying in the breeze. If someone passed by Chiaki's house, they could probably easily discover their affair

.

"Ah..." Yuko smiled slightly, locked the door, and led Chiaki to the bedroom. Along the way,

the two women's clothes were disheveled from their actions.

As soon as Chiaki stepped into the bedroom, the impatient Yuko pounced on her, and they rolled and kissed on the tatami mat.

With each roll, a piece of clothing was removed from their bodies. Chiaki was first stripped bare like a lamb by Yuko, and

the last piece of fabric Yuko wore was taken by Chiaki in the next roll. The latter playfully

stretched open the silk panties and licked the liquid on them.

"Yuko is wet again..."

"Because...it's Chiaki...I'm so wet because of Chiaki..." Yuko blushed

and snatched her own panties, then began to retaliate against Chiaki.

"Ah...Yuko...ah..." The body, which had been exhausted not long ago, became hot again, and

the uterus filled with semen began to yearn for the watering of desire. Chiaki unconsciously arched her hips, making it

easier for Yuko's skillful fingers to enter her narrow honey hole.

"Yuko...I...want to...play with you too..." Chiaki retorted. When it came to the skill of caressing women,

Chiaki, being a woman herself, was no less skilled than Yuko.

In an instant, the bedroom was filled with the sensual moans and groans of spring .

Compared to the morning's encounter, their lovemaking was less violent, but more tender, though the most important pleasure was in no way diminished.

"Chiaki...you're so beautiful..." After each of them had climaxed, their skin pressed together in tender intimacy. Yuko

played with Chiaki's shoulder-length hair and said.

"Yuko...is also very beautiful...and has such a great figure..." Chiaki caressed Yuko's skin with affection

, occasionally twisting her body to rub against her naked form, teasing her.

"Yuko...you know...Yamato used to say...he liked...like...me

...like...a bitch...at times like this." Chiaki continued, blushing, "So...I..."

"Oh, like a bitch..." Yuko interrupted Chiaki, looking at her with a mischievous expression.

"Oh, Yuuko, don't look..." Chiaki blushed and dodged away, "I haven't finished yet...

"

"Oh...you haven't finished talking about bitches?" Yuuko continued to tease.

"Ugh...I...I finally made up my mind to be Yuuko's bitch..." Chiaki buried her head

between Yuuko's breasts and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Even if I'm a bitch...I only want to be the bitch of the person I like

..."

"Chiaki..." Yuuko stroked her face and said, moved.

"So...Yuuko...please let me become...a slutty...bitch..." Chiaki

said shyly but resolutely, and the smile of the past appeared on her face.

"Chiaki...then...I want to become your bitch too..." Yuuko kissed her, "I love

the way you smile the most...I want you...to always be like this..."

"Yuuko..." Overjoyed and crying, Chiaki returned the kiss, and an endless tongue battle ensued.

"Ah...right...I'll taste the flavor of little bitch Chiaki...hehe!" Yuko's

lips moved down from Chiaki's, carefully kissing her sensitive breasts and her flat stomach, teasing

her cute navel with her tongue, gently pressing her slightly swollen belly filled with semen, making Chiaki let out a cute moan.

"Hmm...this is Chiaki's...little hole...I'm going to enjoy it." Yuko looked excitedly at the

beautiful, hairless cleft, unlike herself who deliberately shaved her pubic hair, Chiaki's mons pubis was perfectly

colored.

"You're so annoying...ah...I want to...eat Yuko's too..." Chiaki said coquettishly, and

Yuko, who was licking Chiaki's vulva, smiled slightly, turned halfway around, and offered her beautiful hole flowing with love juice to her beloved.

"Mmm...ah...Yuko...Yuko's...it tastes so good...oh...so good...so amazing...ah...I

...I have no strength left...ah..."

"Chiaki...Chiaki too...good...ah...I can't take it anymore...my legs are too weak...ah..." Yuko's trembling

legs could no longer support her weight, her knees buckled, and her soaking wet vulva pressed directly against Chiaki's face,

burying her own face in Chiaki's mons pubis.

"Mmm...ah! So stimulating...ah!" Two tongues rolled into each other's flesh, making a smacking sound

.

"Ah! No! I can't take it anymore! Ah!" Chiaki and Yuko trembled with pleasure at the same time, their labia opening

and closing, and their gushing semen splashed all over each other's faces.

"Haa...ah...your face is covered in...Yuko's..." Chiaki licked her lips in ecstasy, sucking

Yuko's sweet juices.

"Chiaki...I wish I had a penis...that would make you even more...comfortable..." Yuko climbed up

, straddling Chiaki's thighs, then lifted Chiaki's right leg and held it to her chest, pressing their private parts tightly

together.

"It's coming..." Yuko said, and Chiaki nodded, holding Yuko's thighs, waiting for

the intense movements to come.

"Ah! Ah! Yuko!" Yuko's buttocks drew perfect circular trajectories, but

there was always a subtle tremor in a certain place, which was when their pleasure was at its peak.

"Ah... um... ah... yaaaah! No... no... ah..."

"Um... ha... ya... um..." Yuko gasped, her short hair sticking to her beautiful face with sweat

. Her full, soft breasts slapped and squeezed against Chiaki's round thighs, displaying a wild

beauty.

"Yuko... Yuko... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... fly... ah! I... Yuko... ah!" Chiaki

waved her hands wildly, hoping to grasp a lifeline in this storm of desire. In the end, she grabbed

a pair of tender little hands that, like hers, were yearning for support.

The two immediately intertwined their fingers, holding each other tightly. Their bodies, burning with desire, rubbed, turned, and thrust

desperately. The sounds of slapping and squelching came from their tightly joined bodies. Copious amounts of nectar splashed everywhere, wetting their

thighs and lower abdomens. The tatami mat beneath them was covered in water stains, as if it had just been flooded.

"Ah! Yuko! I can't take it anymore! Ah!" Chiaki's thighs were pressed forward by Yuko as if she were doing yoga

, and the two female bodies trembled continuously, overwhelmed by the joy of orgasm.

"Ah... Yuko... I love you so much..." After another battle, Chiaki's blushing face with a happy smile

made Yuko unable to resist kissing her:

"Chiaki is so cute... I want to stay like this with you forever..."

Just then, a loud "gurgling" sound broke the romance.

"Huh?" The two women looked at each other and realized that they hadn't eaten any solid food since leaving home that morning

. It was already evening, so it was no wonder they were hungry.

"I'll go get something to eat." Chiaki moved her hand and realized that she and Yuko were still holding hands

. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and even this simple contact made her feel very happy.

"Chiaki recovered so quickly..." Yuko said with a smile, lying on the tatami mat. "You have to wear a naked apron.

"

"Yuko is so naughty..." Chiaki shyly covered her wet spot where she had just reached her climax with Yuko,

but still followed Yuko's wishes and cooked while wearing only an apron.

"That way... it'll be easier for me to... 'tease' you in the kitchen." Yuko hugged Chiaki and stroked her.

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"Mmm...so good...so comfortable...ah...Ku, don't...suck so hard...it hurts...

ah!" Chiaki cried out in pain, her face covered with semen, but she didn't blame the baby in her arms at all.

The baby, whose DNA testing had confirmed that he was the son of Yamato, lay on Chiaki's chest, suckling at

the breast milk that rightfully belonged to him. His little hands pressed against his mother's breasts from time to time, giving Chiaki, who was still in a state of orgasm,

a great deal of stimulation.

The baby boy's sucking movements were slow, and he didn't seem to care that another eyesore was stealing his other

source of food, because he knew that even if this place was all taken, there were still other breasts, even larger than his mother's, waiting for

him to enjoy.

"Yuko...look at him..." Chiaki said to the equally naked beauty in front of her, the two of them

connected by a thick rubber penis covered in semen and vaginal fluid, and behind them

, a man on each side was diligently "serving" the anuses of these two lewd widows with his own penis.

"Hmm...he's very energetic...oh...Chiaki...you're hitting too hard...ah..." Yuko

twisted her waist in retaliation, making it almost impossible for Chiaki to hold the baby in her arms.

"Ah...Yuko...Ku...I'm going to fall..." "Ah...let me feed him..." Yuko took the baby and fed the 　　boy, who in some ways should call her "Dad,"

with her abundant milk . 　　　　"Ah...so good...mmm...fuck me...ah...fuck me...ahh...it's 　　inside...my intestines...mmm...oh..." Freed from the burden of the baby, Chiaki could finally indulge in 　　the pleasures of orgy. 　　　　After learning Chiaki was pregnant with K, Yamato's relatives initially thought it was a delaying tactic, but 　　as her belly grew larger each day, they became anxious, even attempting to induce a miscarriage. However, Yuko 　　had already received various "experiences" and assistance from the club, so their scheme ultimately failed. After several 　　failures, they had to pin their hopes on DNA testing, but science ultimately allowed this technologically 　　advanced baby to be recognized as a child—of course, the club's influence played a role as well. 　　　　While Chiaki moaned incessantly, K had already nursed his fill and lay peacefully asleep in his cradle 　　, completely ignoring the fact that his two mothers were being gang-raped by several strong men nearby. 　　　　"Hmm...it feels really good...can I join in?" A 　　woman, also completely naked, around twenty or thirty years old, who seemed to be quiet and reserved, said, brushing her long, black hair, which was covered in semen 　　.

"Okay...ah..." Yuko generously let her join. Besides them, there were seven or eight other

women present, some of whom Yuko had even seen on television. However, in this club, status was meaningless

; they were all just women who wanted to be embraced and enjoy sexual pleasure.

"Ah...shoot it into us...ah...shoot more..." Chiaki and Yuko greedily licked the same

penis, trying to make the trembling shaft ejaculate as much semen as possible, so that their hot bodies could be

covered in semen.

"Husband...we...are so happy..."

(The End)

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