Amamiya family's loser stepmother

Prologue to "The Loser Stepmother of the Amamiya Family
" Author: Sister-Complex Sleep
Prologue
Eight-year-old Amamiya Jo was a freshman in college, enjoying his summer vacation when
his father, who had abandoned him at home to pursue power, told him: Dad was remarrying.
"What?!
" Needless to say, Jo was shocked when he received the call.
"Don't talk nonsense on a whim,"
Jo said. He knew his father was mature and charming, and having lovers or girlfriends was perfectly normal
. That's how it is these days; many young women have no resistance to handsome men with an "older man" vibe
.
"Of course I'm not joking."
Amamiya's father's voice was as calm as when he announced the remarriage. "I'm getting married. If I were keeping a lover
, why would I tell you?"
Cheng knew his father's question was reasonable, but deep down he didn't want to accept this fact
. Clinging to his last hope, he asked, "Are you moving out?"
Cheng's father was often away on business trips, rarely staying home. More than his second
spring, Cheng was concerned with practical matters, like whether his life would be disrupted.
"Moving out? Why? Your new mother will be moving in. Get along well with her.
" "What?! Hello?!
" However, Cheng's father had already hung up. In the empty, luxurious mansion, only a tall, young figure
sat blankly on the sofa.
Soon after, Cheng met his stepmother. In fact, Cheng was very unwilling to meet her. He rejected outsiders interfering in
his life. It should be said that such interference was an infringement on him, especially since his stepmother wanted to live in the
house where he grew up.
Sho has no memory of his biological mother's face, and his father, Moriichiro Amamiya, is indifferent
to his life or death, only providing financial support. Fortunately, the Amamiya family is relatively wealthy. Although they don't own large corporations or have relatives who are
prominent members of parliament, the Amamiya family has a long history as a bureaucratic family, having served as officials in the shogunate since the Edo period
. This tradition continued until the Meiji Restoration and the post-war period.
In short, Sho is relatively lucky compared to many orphans. His father, who works in either the Ministry of Foreign Affairs or the Ministry of Health and Welfare, can still support him
. Even more pitifully, Sho's aunt, Kyoko, occasionally helps care for him, allowing him to grow up in this abnormal family
without suffering a mental breakdown. The bleakness of his upbringing has built high walls around Sho's psyche. He may be adept at socializing and networking outside
, but he would never invite anyone to his home. This is a place he hasn't visited since starting university
. May the home he moves out of be his sanctuary, a place where he can be the sleeping boy in his aunt's warm embrace
.
"Cheng, this is your stepmother."
Reluctantly, Cheng was greeted by a perfect professional woman in the entryway. Elegant and beautiful, she spoke
gently and politely. "How are you, Cheng? I've heard your father mention you many times."
This woman, named Lian Ge, spoke at length to Cheng, but he didn't hear a word. He
stared blankly at the woman in the black suit before him. Her curvaceous figure, tall stature, and the
intellectual beauty revealed behind her glasses undoubtedly made his heart race. With Cheng's responses and the woman's laughter, he observed her
more and more closely: her meticulously styled hair, her fresh fragrance, her strong, slender yet not delicate legs
. Cheng had a long-awaited meal with his father in a high-class restaurant, where he learned about women
... He met his father through work, then fell in love and married him. Cheng nodded blankly at the woman's question, completely at a loss
for words. He felt that anything he said would be embarrassing, would make him appear weak and ignorant. The woman 's elegance matched everything his mother had described, yet she
was only thirty-one years old—no, her delicate skin, her firm
hips and breasts made her appear even younger. Cheng thought that having such a stepmother wasn't so bad. With this beautiful and capable woman as a member of the Amamiya family , he wouldn't have to order takeout alone on days his aunt was busy, wouldn't have to say goodnight to himself, and wouldn't have to worry about whether anyone would celebrate his birthday. In short, Cheng was filled with happiness and anticipation . He even attended his father and Ms. Reika's simple wedding, which even their relatives didn't want to attend, and even pretended to be a good boy, helping his stepmother move into the house and familiarizing her with everything. However, a month later, summer vacation was coming to an end. "I'm logging off now, I won't be going today, I still have to cook ." Cheng declined his classmates' and friends' offers to stay, lazily stretched, closed the game, and put the computer into sleep mode. He glanced at the giant skylight connecting to the roof, confirming that it was almost dusk, and walked out of his study . That room, which countless otaku and gamers envied, was filled with comics, games, and all sorts of merchandise. Not to mention the rare items, the cost of the various game consoles and high-end assembled computers alone was an astronomical figure for an ordinary student . If Cheng were still living alone in this big house, he would have just ordered ramen tonight . But there was still a troublesome presence outside. Cheng found the "troublemaker" in the downstairs living room. "Hey," Cheng, who was about to ask what she wanted to eat, couldn't help but rub his forehead when he saw the woman's appearance . His stepmother was wearing a sloppy maroon tracksuit and a white t-shirt, her bound feet bare, reclining on Cheng's favorite sofa . That was the single armchair he had begged his aunt to give him; it was the embodiment of Cheng's proud taste—classic design, modern fabric, simple yet stylish brown. And this woman was actually reading a shoujo manga with one leg propped up on the huge armrest. "Hey, can't you sit properly?!" The woman ruffled her long hair, which was casually tied into a ponytail, making it even more frizzy than before.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you interfering? I'm your mother!"
"No way!"
Cheng shouted, his face turning ashen. He'd had enough of this lazy woman; he would never admit she was his
mother.
As you can see, this is Sakai Reika's true nature. Although she's highly educated and previously worked in the government
, she's essentially a woman without femininity, incapable of housework, and prone to putting on airs and acting foolishly.
[No wonder she couldn't get married before] Cheng thought.
How could a woman be thirty-one and still unmarried? And even if she's past the ideal marriage age, she wouldn't
marry someone like her father.
Such a woman must have problems. A stepmother marrying an older man at this age
must have many issues of her own.
Lian Ge flung the comic book covering her face away, looking at Cheng with disdain, as if she knew
he was powerless against her no matter how much he struggled. "What do you want?" she asked
. As she spoke, the woman rummaged through food packaging on the coffee table, shoving potato chips into her mouth. While this
wasn't an improvement over her previous behavior, it still angered Cheng.
"How many times have I told you!"
Cheng gesticulated forcefully in the air, his body trembling slightly. "Don't eat while reading my comic book!"
"This one's not good. The female character is like an idiot. Although Ryusuke and that barely noticeable second male lead
are alright, what's so special about this trashy comic
?" "That's someone else's stuff!"
"I'm your mother!"
The woman pushed up her unfashionable black-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the unreasonable, middle-aged single woman
.
"Damn it!"
Unable to argue with the woman, Cheng could only pick up the comic book and investigate the extent of her unreliable stepmother's use of it, wondering if
any irreversible damage had been caused. "This is for my research on shoujo manga, don't just throw it away like that.
"
"Hey, hey
." However, the woman didn't care at all, continuing to eat the few remaining potato chips while turning up the volume on the giant screen TV
to watch a fortune-telling program and gossip news.
"Hahahaha!
" The woman's laughter was no longer the melodious silver bell of their previous meeting, but rather unrestrained and carefree.
[
Just like that unmarried older sister in a manga!] No, Cheng thought to himself,
maybe an unmarried older sister still has a warm heart and cares, but this stepmother is just here to enjoy herself in a rich family
, completely unconcerned about my life or death.
The laughing Mrs. Amamiya accidentally kicked Cheng in the chin. "Ouch!"
"Hahaha, are you alright?"
"Alright my foot!"
Cheng clutched the spot where he'd been hit, savoring the unpleasant contact. Once upon a time, those
beautiful little feet were the object of his fantasies, but now, even the woman's fragrance was a faint
memory, replaced only by the sour and sweaty smell of her unwashed tracksuit.
"Never mind."
There was no point in arguing with her. Cheng had talked to his father about the truth—that she was now Amamiya Reika
—but his father said that since she was already married, it was fine, and having someone at home with her was good enough.
Come to think of it, even after marriage, his father hadn't come over much. Had they ever had a marital relationship? Or was their
marriage just a transaction? It seemed so.
In Cheng's eyes, the possibility of his stepmother falling in love with his father was clearly less likely than the possibility of her falling in love with money.
[Damn it, one day I'll make you roll out of this house and pay the price!] Although Cheng wanted to achieve his goal quickly and
decisively, he had to be patient for now.
He forced a smile, trying to maintain his composure, just like on days when his aunts didn't come to visit, and asked his stepmother, "
Hey, what's for dinner? I'll make it."
"Hmm?
" The woman absentmindedly picked at her toes, her other hand constantly changing channels with the remote control. "Oh
, you decide."
"What do you mean, 'you decide'! I have to cook for you every day. I can just order takeout.
"
"Hmph, do you think your cooking is that good? If you'd said you'd order takeout, you wouldn't have cooked."
"You!"
"Watch your words, I'm your mother!"
At this moment, for some reason, the woman began to glare angrily at Cheng. Perhaps she sensed Cheng's more aggressive
provocation and malice today, or perhaps something was just wrong with her.
"What mother? A woman who can't even cook!"
The woman seemed a little guilty about not being able to cook or do housework. "No, even if I can't cook, I'm still you
..."
Before she could finish, Cheng interrupted her. Cheng's patience had reached its limit. He hated her
self-deprecating manner, he hated her stubbornness. "You're clearly a loser! Trying to
act like an adult in front of me!"
"You—
" Lian Ge's red lips parted, as if she had been greatly shocked. Her eyes were filled with disbelief,
and her body began to tremble. "What did you say?! What did you say?
" The first question was somewhat accusatory and forceful, but the second became one of grievance and helplessness
. Lian Ge's weakness as a stepmother gave Cheng a sense of legitimacy. "Loser! Loser! Loser! That's just your personality
. You can't cook or do housework, that's why no man wants you!
" "You! You
!" The woman pointed at her stepson, her once delicate and plump fingers trembling.
"You! You!"
In the end, the woman didn't say anything. She withdrew her finger, curled up in her favorite single sofa
, hugged her knees, and lowered her head, looking more like a single woman who had failed in her job search and blind dates.
"Hmph, reflect on your actions! You're always idle at home, either reading comics, watching TV, or playing games
. You don't even have any friends, so..."
"I have to go out, don't worry about my food."
This time, it was Cheng's turn to be interrupted.
"Huh? What?
" The woman resolutely left the living room, radiating an aura of "do not disturb.
" Cheng, who had wanted to stop her, was also intimidated by her imposing presence.
But Cheng seemed to vaguely see tears welling up in his stepmother's eyes.
"Is she crying?"
How could that be
? Cheng didn't think that kind of woman would cry. That kind of woman who married for money and liked reading Mary Sue shoujo manga
—she was definitely pretentious and self-centered. How could she be affected by his few words? Anyway, Cheng was certain she
wouldn't. He had heard countless harsher things because he was a child without a mother.
"That's why I hate this kind of woman, two-faced, even when it's clearly her fault
." Cheng didn't particularly care about today's argument; it was perfectly normal during this month-long vacation
. It started when the woman took over his study (game room), when she touched his books without permission,
when he discovered she couldn't cook, when he noticed she no longer cared about her appearance
. Cheng's overthinking made him lose the will to stay home. He checked his phone, sent an email to a friend informing them
he would be attending today's gathering, glanced at his stepmother's silent room, and hesitantly called out, "I'm going out
."
Today's gathering was actually an offline meetup for online games, something Cheng usually didn't like to participate in. He was good
at playing games, but only to express himself within them; he didn't expect to find like-minded people here. That being said,
it was really just that he wasn't very comfortable in this kind of setting. Most of the attendees were students from the same university group
; there were very few outsiders.
The gathering was held in a quiet café near Cheng's university.
The visual culture club for games, anime, and comics, which Cheng participated in, would occasionally gather here, and this time they had even booked the entire café.
This café, named "Luna," faced the street, with incredibly bright and clean glass windows. It offered
light meals and even had a bar, making it perfect for these well-off university students.
"Ring ring!
" Cheng pushed open the door and rang the doorbell. His colleague, Yamada-senpai, immediately came to greet him.
"Oh my, this is a rare guest! Busy Xigong, you actually came." "Alright,
alright, stop teasing me."
Cheng waved his hand in front of his face, refusing to follow the familiar senior's lead.
"Tsk tsk, enjoy today, quite a few girls have come, many from outside the school, you know~" "Oh?
"
Cheng finally showed some interest, "What's wrong? You weren't this popular before, were you?"
"People in the guild heard we all went to the same university, and after hearing some people, especially 'that person
', bragging about how we have a lot of handsome guys, so...
" "Ah, 'that person'
..." Cheng instantly understood. Since it was 'that person,' they were naturally outspoken and had extremely high self-esteem, so their boasting
was understandable.
"
Hey, you should talk to her too. Don't say these things in online games. It was just a get-together, but then
we heard so many people were coming, so we had to book the whole place. Luckily, the old man was easy to talk to
. With you, the young master, holding things together, those thirsty women should be able to get away with it, right?"
"Hey! Are you betraying me?!
" Yamada laughed, patted my shoulder, and pointed me to "that person's" seat.
Speaking of "that person," she's actually a senior that Yamada and I both know, a third-year student in the group named
Tsugawa Mie. Also, she's my cousin, my aunt's daughter.
As for why she was called "that one," "Hey! Cheng, Cheng! Come here!"
A woman stood up from a window seat in the distance, dressed in women's clothing that was too extravagant for a student.
A designer handbag sat beside her, and she wore a wristwatch; even her hair accessories seemed of exceptional quality.
"That one" is actually short for "that young lady.
" Putting aside her luxurious attire, my cousin Meihui was actually a beauty of considerable caliber. Perhaps not as striking
as Lian Ge when she was dressed up, or perhaps not as stunning as my aunt in her youth, but probably not much different
. She had shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, and a relatively full, strong yet feminine figure. Her
most distinctive feature was the beauty mark next to her eye.
"Cheng~!
" The call was melodious and sweet, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and a touch of pleading. Having experienced the stark contrast of her life with her stepmother
, Lian Ge, her cousin's voice was like heavenly music to Cheng.
Cheng quickly walked over. "
Mei Hui-jie?" "Hmph, I knew you'd come! How could I not listen?!"
"Yes, yes
." Mei Hui then introduced me to several girls from the gaming guild nearby. "This is my cousin,
a first-year law student, also known as the guild's 'Sleepy Demon.'"
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhh!
" Girls of varying ages and backgrounds screamed. My cousin was clearly quite pleased with this flattery after showing off
.
"I didn't believe it before, but he's really a handsome young man."
"Yeah, do you want to come into my arms? Or do you prefer to be held in my arms?"
"Ah, hehe
." I blushed as I looked at the rather cute, petite woman, my flustered appearance seeming to give them even greater
satisfaction.
"So tall, yet he's a bottom~
" One of the girls, a bespectacled girl with a ponytail and freckles, suddenly made a shocking remark.
"No way!
" "No way!"
I was about to retort when my cousin, Mei Hui, beat me to it. "No, even though he looks gentle,
he's actually a man, very strong!"
"Sis, you don't have to be like that."
"No, no, why are you saying that about me, waaaah!" This young lady is good in every way,
except she can't tolerate anyone saying anything bad about her or her things. Yes, in this situation, Cheng tacitly accepted that he
belonged to her.
Cheng covered his cousin's soft little mouth and dragged her to the bar area where his group of people were gathered.
"Mei Hui, don't be like this, it's embarrassing."
"Hmph! They said you wouldn't let me argue back! You rascal
!" Under Mei Hui's brainwashing, Cheng had to admit that he was entirely in the wrong.
Looking around at the various groups of people, the upperclassmen had already started flirting with the girls from outside the school, and the few
classmates were also shyly looking for females they had met in the game. Cheng and his cousin were left isolated in the cafe
.
"Let's get something to eat,"
Meihui suggested, "The usual?"
"Yeah, the usual."
Soon, the old man who was also the bartender of the cafe brought out two servings of fried rice and drinks.
Cheng and Meihui didn't stand on ceremony and started eating heartily amidst a group of people who were having fun and wanted to have fun but didn't dare to take action
.
"How have you been lately?
" Although she was a young lady from a wealthy family, Meihui's eating manners were anything but demure and elegant.
"Well...
" Cheng became embarrassed when the topic came up. The situation had been complicated lately, but it was definitely not a good thing to talk about.
"I heard that woman is very pretty? She seems so complicated." "
She is indeed complicated."
Cheng's cousin's terrifying sixth sense kicked in.
"Could it be that you've fallen in love with your young and beautiful stepmother, and are now hopelessly entangled in a forbidden love?"
"Obviously, it's not that complicated."
"Hahaha."
"Slow down, don't choke."
Cheng was about to help Mei Hui steady the cup that was wobbling from her hand, but he was immediately pushed away when he touched her hand
.
"What are you doing?"
Cheng said, feeling wronged, but received a glare from Mei Hui. "Don't touch me."
Cheng didn't think much of it at first and continued eating, but later he became increasingly depressed. He and Mei Hui used to have a very good relationship;
they would never have a conflict over touching hands. They even used to bathe together often when they were little. Why was this happening
? Why did Mei Hui do this? The answer was both easy and painful for Cheng: Miho might have someone
she liked, or even be dating someone.
While happy that Miho, a spoiled young lady with a difficult personality, could find love, Cheng discovered that he still harbored a lingering sadness, a sadness as heavy and vexing
as when he discovered his stepmother wasn't as perfect as he had imagined . "Miho, do you have... ?" "Hmm? " Miho, having finished a large plate of fried rice, sipped her tea through a straw, looking at Cheng with wide eyes. Her innocent expression made Cheng shrink back. "Hey, let me through, Amamiya, Amamiya!" The annoying Yamada-senpai then resolved Cheng's predicament, freeing him from self-blame for his selfishness, his timidity, and his inferiority complex. "What's wrong? Why are you yelling like that!" The young lady was the first to get annoyed, waving her hand and shooing Yamada away like a bothersome fly. Yamada knew the young lady's temper, so while dodging her movements, he said to Cheng, "The 'Heart's Debt ' film is here!" "What?! " The young lady's tone was angry. "What? " Cheng's tone was puzzled. "What what?! " Mie questioned Cheng, "Are you still pretending?!" "What what what pretending? " Cheng was still confused, putting on an innocent look for Mie. "That woman! That bitch!" Bitch? "Oh, oh~" Only then did Cheng remember, and then sat down and replied to Yamada with an air of knowing everything. "The one who posted pictures of her cleavage!" Cheng was about to bring up old scandals when he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Mei Hui frowned and looked at him sternly . "You still remember!" "No, no, how come back then... " Cheng tried to explain, but found that the more he explained, the more unclear it became. 【Heart's Fragment】is a veteran member of their guild, presumably a beautiful older sister. Two weeks ago, she had a conflict with the young lady, arguing and then, for reasons unknown, the conversation somehow veered towards the other's figure. The young lady then summoned Cheng, her closest confidant, to prove her physique to the other. The young lady, surprisingly, sent Cheng a selfie and flirtatiously teased him. Although the women's conflict ended without a clear conclusion, the young lady's resentment lingered . Yamada said that Heart's Fragment has since been inquiring about this seemingly upright young man who deleted the photo of his chest , appearing quite interested. "Hehe, you're about to have some luck with women, Amamiya." Thinking of that fleeting glimpse of beautiful breasts, Cheng couldn't help but smile, though he quickly regained his composure due to Miho's attack. "I brought her along, she's really beautiful, you're lucky." "Don't bring her! Don't see that woman! I won't see her, I won't see her!" "Well, it's been so long, and arguments online might not last in real life."

"No, no, that bitch!"
Just as Miho was making a scene, clinging to my shoulders like a child, Yamada-senpai
brought over the woman with the online game ID "Heart's Fragment."
The woman had long, flowing hair, wore a sheer, revealing pleated dress, and frameless glasses
. Even from the side, she was alluring and seductive, her exposed breasts flawlessly white, her
long, full legs clad in ribbon sandals, revealing her slender, beautiful feet.
"Really handsome, Sandman?
" Her voice was comforting, exuding a womanly charm—gentle, lovely, and intellectual.
"Of course, of course, and he's a rich man's young master~"
"Ah, I'm really looking forward to it."
As they spoke, they had already walked up to us. Yamada gestured to the pretty girl beside him, "This is Miss [Qian
? Pian], twenty-five years old, very much to Amamiya's taste~"
"Ahahaha"
However, Cheng's dry laughter stopped abruptly. His face inexplicably turned red. Looking at that beautiful face and smelling
that hormone-filled fragrance, his eyes widened, even with a hint of red.
"Cheng! What are you looking at!"
"Nothing.
" Cheng was absent-minded and completely ignored Mei Hui's anger. After Yamada left with a lewd smile,
Mei Hui brazenly warned the long-haired woman who had come over. However, Mei Hui noticed that Cheng and the woman were staring at each other
. Cheng, being a shy boy, was blushing, but the woman was also blushing and lowering her head,
her hands clutching her handbag in front of her lower abdomen, her fair arms pressing down hard on her large, high breasts.
"You...you!"
In the end, Mei Hui didn't get a response from either of them, which completely enraged her. "Cheng! You just wait, you two
adulterers!"
After saying that, she shook off Cheng's stiff hands and ran out of the cafe alone under the watchful eyes of everyone.
After Miho's hasty departure, Cheng gradually regained his senses. "Yes, Miho doesn't know you yet.
"
The woman secretly lifted her forehead to look into Cheng's eyes. The emotion in those eyes wasn't
the flutter of a man's heart for a woman's pursuit, but rather anger, disdain, and disgust—something she knew all too well.
Cheng glanced at the surrounding crowd, then, half-embracing the woman named "Heart's Fragment,"
walked out brazenly amidst the envious gazes of a group of men.
Only Yamada-senpai remained, sighing: "She didn't resist at all; is she a masochist?"
Cheng pushed the woman out of the café's view and forcefully into a small alley. "Now you can
talk to me, stepmother!"
The woman lowered her head, and Cheng could sense her impending tears, but he had absolutely no intention of forgiving her. What
? Going out on business and ending up at a party like this, inviting people to spend the night
? Thinking of the photos he'd seen two weeks ago, Cheng felt a headache coming on. He had actually infringed on his father's property, yet this infringement also
stirred a strange, inexplicable excitement within him.
"It's not what you think."
The woman was pinned against the dark, dirty wall of the alley by Cheng. She slowly raised her head,
looking pleadingly at her stepson through those fashionable glasses that were completely different from her usual style.
"What do you mean, 'no'?!
" Cheng's hot breath hit the woman's face and neck. "
The way you dress at home, I thought you were just an ordinary shut-in. I never expected you to dress like this to seduce men. And you
even posted pictures of your breasts online! Don't you have any shame?!"
"I... I just showed them to you."
The woman's timid and insecure appearance only angered Cheng more. "You still dare to talk back! You're clearly a slut
! You only came to our house for money! You can fool an old man, but you can't fool me!"
"No, no!"
The woman unexpectedly refuted this point firmly, admitting that she absolutely shouldn't have refuted it
. It was impossible to refute, unless she was deliberately trying to kill herself. Otherwise, in the eyes of a normal person, in terms of normal logic,
how could a woman in her early thirties marry a fifty-year-old man? "Hmph, I don't know if he's stupid or what, this
kind of...
"
Cheng scrutinized his stepmother, whose clothes were rather lewd and revealing, looking at her fair skin, even
pinching her leg. "Besides her good looks, she has nothing else to offer! She can't do any housework, I really don't know
what use she is!"
"Who said that!"
The woman was still retorting, but her face looked like she was about to cry. Cheng didn't know why her face had turned from
pale to red. Was it the atmosphere, or excitement? "At least I still...
" "Have sex?
" Cheng said mockingly, uttering the two words close to the woman's mature and beautiful face. "You said
you were 25, and that guy Yamada believed you. Yeah, you're not bad at selling your body, are you
?"
The woman's breath grew hotter and hotter, and her two bare, white legs, without stockings, became
tense and rubbed against each other in Cheng's hands. "A woman like you, a loser like you, a spinster like you, probably can't even sell yourself properly."
Laughing, Cheng's hand slipped under the woman's skirt. The already short skirt, which was only above the knee, was lifted up by Cheng's thick arm
. Cheng's palm slid down the woman's soft, smooth, and plump thighs to her lower body, down to the wet
lace panties.
When Cheng touched the cool liquid seeping from the damp, hot forest, a nerve in his brain snapped. "What a
sensitive slut. She probably hasn't even hooked up with many men, and she's already so wet."
When Lian Ge's thigh was touched, she bit her lip. Just as she was about to retort,
a soft moan escaped her lips. "Ugh, no, no, that's not it.
" "Oh, so many, huh? Knowing how to please men, that's really lewd!"
The stepson's shoulders were fixed on the wall, a fingertip already poised to attack that sacred crevice. "Oh
... oh~ only my college boyfriend."
"Oh, a whore like you still has men who want you!"
Cheng relentlessly insulted the woman, feeling that only in this way could he relieve his inner turmoil, only in this way
could he balance the expectations he had previously placed on her. He also noticed that the more he insulted her,
the more violently her body trembled, and her shoulders and cheeks were already beaded with sweat.
"I... of course! Of course I can make men feel good!"
"So are you a slut or someone no one wants? Huh? My stepmother?"
"I'm neither.
" "Getting wet from your own stepson, looking like you want it, and what are you saying!" Cheng's other hand slid down her soft thighs and into her buttocks, squeezing those firm, perky buttocks that
looked tight even in her sweatpants . At that moment, the most wicked thought crossed his mind, but he convinced himself that he was seeking revenge against this unfaithful woman, and protecting the interests of the Amamiya family. "Come to the hotel and tell me, tell me, are you even useful?" The woman was pressed against the wall by the man's heat and strong body, her chest and entire body pressed against her stepson . The masculine scent was something she had never experienced before. She seemed resigned, but looking at his rosy, delicate face, it seemed entirely driven by desire. She finally nodded. "Mmm... I'll make you feel good." As the stepmother, Reika was ultimately carried by her stepson into a love hotel near the university.

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