An extraordinary life

"
I'm home!" With a soft rustling sound, the door opened. A young man carrying a black briefcase walked in. This young man
was Tatsuya Yamashita, eighteen years old, and currently studying at the University of Tokyo.

"You're back!" A middle-aged woman came down the stairs. This was Tatsuya's aunt, Junko. Although Junko was over forty, time
hadn't left many marks on her face. Junko worked as a saleswoman in a small shop in the city. Besides her job, she was responsible for preparing meals for the family every day
.

"Auntie! How's my mother today?" Tatsuya asked, handing over his bag as he took off his shoes. "She's doing alright today. Okay, let's go upstairs for dinner
. Your uncle is waiting for you!" Junko said casually, carrying Tatsuya's bag as she headed upstairs. As she passed a closed
door at the top of the stairs, a flash of hatred crossed her eyes.

Upstairs in the living room, 45-year-old Zhefu was already seated at the dining table. A few simple dishes and rice were laid out. "Tatsuya, how's today
?" Zhefu forced a smile and asked with feigned concern.

"I had a great day, thank you for your concern, Uncle!" Tatsuya sat properly opposite Tetsuo. His uncle had a square face and
a scar on his left cheek, a mark from his youth. Tetsuo never cared about his appearance; he believed men shouldn't be overly concerned with their looks.

After dinner, Tatsuya left the living room and returned to his room, leaving the couple sitting at the table. "Junko. Did Tatsuya ask about his mother today
?" Tetsuo's smile vanished, his voice turning cold. "Yes, he did. I answered him the same as always," Junko quickly
replied softly, bowing her head. Junko harbored a deep-seated hatred for her younger sister, Tatsuya's mother. (The reasons why are complex and cannot be explained in a few words; for the sake of
the story's development, we'll leave it at that for now.) The couple sat silently in the living room, each lost in their own thoughts, as time slowly passed. Tetsuo stood up first,
adjusting his slightly faded kimono to make it look a little neater, then turned and walked towards the bedroom. Junko quickly stood up and followed Tetsuo
into the bedroom.

Zhefu lay in bed watching his wife slip into the covers. He yanked off his own blanket, then pulled off Junko's,
roughly ripping off her pajamas before she could react, revealing the middle-aged woman's pale, slightly plump body. "Junko, come and serve me!" Zhefu threw down
the pajamas and lay flat on his back.

Junko silently got up in the dim light. She slowly unbuttoned Zhefu's pajamas, pulled down his shorts, revealing his small penis. She reached out and
gently touched it, glancing at her husband at the same time. Zhefu was holding his head in his hands, eyes closed, waiting. Junko sighed inwardly. She
lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took the small penis into her mouth, licking and sucking the soft glans with her tongue.

Zhefu felt his penis enter a warm space, a soft tongue teasing every sensitive spot on his shaft, a tingling sensation washing over him
, and he groaned comfortably. His hands grasped Junko's small breasts, kneading them vigorously, his thumbs rubbing her slightly darkened nipples.

Junko licked and sucked her husband's penis vigorously, feeling the pain in her breasts as her legs began to slowly become wet. Zhefu
always treated her so roughly. At first, Junko was very uncomfortable, but over time, she got used to her husband's roughness, and even began to like
it. She let out soft moans.

Originally, Tetsuo and Junko were a very loving couple, but after so many years of marriage, Junko had been unable to give birth to a child. This reality made Tetsuo very dissatisfied
, but he was helpless because the problem lay with him; the tenderness and affection they shared on their wedding day had vanished without a trace, leaving only naked lust.

This is why, when Junko's younger sister arrived with her eight-year-old son, Tetsuo was overjoyed. Ignoring his wife's objections, he agreed to let the poor
mother and son stay in his home. Deep down, he considered eight-year-old Tatsuya his own son, investing a great deal of energy in him, and secretly
hoping that one day Tatsuya would call him "Father."

Zhefu felt he was about to give up; his penis had become unusually hard in Junko's mouth. He released her breasts, which he had already pinched until they were red, and...

He pulled Junko to his side and then got up. He was annoyed by Junko's flushed face and the saliva still clinging to her lips. "Junko, spread your legs
!" Zhefu said impatiently, slapping the inside of Junko's thigh.

Junko obediently parted her legs, displaying her already wet genitals to her husband. Tetsuo reached out and touched Junko's genitals,
a lewd grin spreading across his face: "I didn't expect you to be this wet!"

"Zefu! Hurry up! I can't hold back anymore!" Junko's face also showed a lewd expression. Zefu didn't speak, he reached out and grabbed Junko's legs
, lifting them high, while bringing his penis close to Junko's raised buttocks. Zefu's penis was guided by Junko into the somewhat loose passage, and when his penis was completely
submerged deep in her vagina, Junko let out a satisfied moan. Zefu thrust his waist, making his penis quickly go in and out of Junko's lower body,
each time his penis was pulled out, it brought out some vaginal fluid, which ran down Junko's buttocks, moistening her slightly darkened anus.

"So comfortable, it would be even better if it were a little tighter!" Zhefu said to himself as he worked. His movements suddenly quickened, and
when he felt he had reached his peak, he abruptly pulled out his penis. After placing Junko's legs on his shoulders, Zhefu
positioned the tip of his penis at Junko's anus, and with a sudden thrust, the large glans, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, pierced into Junko's anus.

"Ah..." Both of them cried out simultaneously, but Junko's cry was one of pain. She felt her anus being torn, and that pain
completely negated the pleasure that had just risen within her. She desperately tried to lower her legs to escape the pain. Zhefu, on the other hand, let out a cry of pleasure. He felt
his penis being completely enveloped by her tight vagina, and Junko's anus contracting violently, squeezing his sensitive glans from all directions.

Zhefu sensed Junko trying to escape. He let out a roar, slamming his body down and pressing Junko's legs completely against his chest.
At the same time, he grabbed Junko's buttocks, preventing her from escaping. Using the force of his thrust, Zhefu's penis was fully inserted into Junko's anus. He paused
, then, ignoring Junko's desperate pleas, he continued to thrust forcefully. Although the depths of Junko's anus were somewhat dry, the excessive vaginal fluid on his penis still gave Zhefu
pleasure.

Tears of anguish streamed down Junko's face. She felt as if her body had been cleaved in two, a burning pain shooting deep from her anus. She had
given up pleading, for it would only fuel Zhefu's rage. Although Zhefu had previously requested anal sex, Junko had always refused.
But today, her anus hadn't escaped the ravages of her husband's penis. Junko's body swayed with Zhefu's thrusts, her mind a complete blank.

"Ah..." Zhefu was completely satisfied in Junko's anus. He panted, his penis throbbing violently, streams of semen pouring into Junko's anus
. After the pleasure completely subsided, Zhefu withdrew his now limp penis, completely ignoring his wife's feelings, and lay down to the side, falling fast asleep.

Junko lay there motionless, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, tears still streaming down her face. A throbbing pain lingered
in her lower body; it felt as if something was still inserted into her anus. She didn't know how much time had passed before Junko struggled to sit up. She slowly crawled to the bathroom, washing herself while tears streamed down her
face.

As the days went by, Zhefu had completely abandoned his wife's vagina and now vented his desires in Junko's anus every time.

"I'm home!" Tatsuya returned home from school as usual, opening the door and entering the house. No one answered, which puzzled Zeff. He
took off his shoes and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the long-closed door. Tatsuya slowly walked over, and just as he reached out to open the door, it
opened, and Zeff slowly emerged from the room.

"Tatsuya's back!" Zhefu's voice sounded strange; he suddenly noticed Tatsuya's eyes were fixed on his hands. Zhefu quickly hid what he was holding,
avoiding Tatsuya's questioning gaze. "Tatsuya, how was your day?" "Oh. I had a good day." Tatsuya looked away, lowering his head to answer his uncle
's question. "Is that so? That's good! Alright, go upstairs." Zhefu said, locking the door behind him, then swaying as he turned and went upstairs. "By the way,
Uncle. How's my mother? Is she alright?" Tatsuya asked about his mother's condition as usual.

Zhefu visibly swayed, then turned to look at Tatsuya: "Don't worry! Your mother is doing well these past few days. Don't fret about her;
we'll take care of her. You should focus on your studies. Tatsuya, don't let your uncle down, and don't let your mother down either."

"I understand, Uncle. I'll do my best!" Tatsuya said, turning and walking towards his room. After he left, Zeff glanced at
the item in his hand, then disappeared down the stairs.

After dinner, Tatsuya returned to his room to study as usual. But for some reason, he felt uneasy today.
What could be the reason? He sighed and put down his textbook. He stood up, left his room, and stood before the closed door.

He knew his mother had suffered a complete mental breakdown after his father's unexpected death and no longer recognized him. His uncle had taken him to see
his mother several times, but her blank expression caused Tatsuya immense pain. Since entering university, he had made a vow to himself: to earn a lot of
money and take his mother to the best hospital in the country for treatment. Tatsuya stood at the door for a long time, tears welling in his eyes. In his heart, he cried out, "Mother
, please be patient a little longer. Your son will definitely cure you."

Late at night, Tatsuya woke up from his sleep. After using the bathroom on the second floor, he was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard his aunt softly
sobbing from one of the rooms. Tatsuya was startled. Why was his aunt crying so late? He quietly approached his aunt's bedroom and pressed his ear against the door to listen to what was happening inside.

He could hear it clearly now: not only his aunt's sobs and barely audible moans, but also his uncle's heavy breathing. "Ah..."
Tatsuya suddenly understood what was happening inside. His face flushed, and he turned around and carefully left the room.

After Tatsuya lay down in bed again, he suddenly couldn't fall asleep. The eighteen-year-old had already learned about relationships between men and women from many of his friends at school.
Tatsuya was a good student; he spent his days either in class or researching in the library, completely unaware that his handsome appearance had already captivated many
young girls. Tatsuya suffered from insomnia. On one hand, he felt ashamed of his recklessness; on the other hand, he was restless and anxious, tormented by a burning heat in his body. He felt he could clearly hear
all the sounds coming from upstairs. His aunt's soft moans kept echoing in Tatsuya's mind. That night, Tatsuya couldn't sleep.

"I'm going to school!" Tatsuya put on his shoes and left home. "Be careful on the road!" His aunt smiled as usual as she saw him off. Junko turned around and
saw her husband coming downstairs in his pajamas. "Aren't you going to work today?" Junko asked Tetsuo, a little surprised. "I'm not feeling well today, so I decided
to take the day off," Tetsuo said casually as he turned and went upstairs. "Okay, then you should rest well! I should go to work too!" Junko said as
she put on her shoes, then slung her purse over her shoulder and left the house.

Half an hour later, Zhefu slowly walked downstairs. He first went to the door, opened it, looked around, and then went back inside. He hurried upstairs, then
quickly came down and stood in the tightly closed doorway. After considering for a moment, Zhefu reached out and pulled the latch on the door, then went inside.

The room wasn't large, with light streaming in through the only skylight. The room was somewhat dimly lit, but by the light, one could see
two clothes racks displaying beautiful kimonos in one corner, along with some toiletries. A shapely figure lay quietly on the white tatami mat. Zhefu
swallowed hard and slowly walked towards the figure.

"Meihui, I've come to see you. How are you?" Zhefu approached the lying body,
speaking to the woman in the gentlest tone possible, though his eyes radiated a burning lust.

Yamada Mie is thirty-seven years old this year. Although she is middle-aged, like her older sister, she maintains a youthful appearance, looking at least
twenty years younger. Hearing her brother-in-law's words, Mie's body trembled involuntarily. She slowly turned her head, trying to calmly look at the filthy
man before her, and softly said, "I'm fine, thank you, brother-in-law."

Zhefu's eyes lit up. Every time he saw Meihui's face, he felt a surge of attraction. Rosy cheeks, arched willow-leaf eyebrows, large, watery eyes,
a delicate nose, and a pair of rosy lips—good heavens! Zhefu exclaimed inwardly, "God is truly kind to me, sending such a beautiful young woman to me!"

"Here I am. I will never give up any opportunity." Zhefu slowly squatted down, reached out and gently lifted Meihui's face, looking at her lustfully, a
thin trickle of saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Please don't do this!" Mei Hui propped herself up, turned her face away, and freed herself from the grasping hand.

"Damn it..." Zeff suddenly stood up, his face contorted with anger, mixed with a hint of inferiority after being rejected.

"If I hadn't taken you and your son in, you would probably have starved to death on the streets long ago. I've been so kind, not only taking you in but also providing you with food and clothing, and even
treating Tatsuya like my own son, sending him to school. Is this how you treat me, your benefactor? I can kick you
out anytime I want. Then let's see who takes you in. Your son will also lose his bright future because of you. Think about it carefully!"

Zhefu's words struck a nerve with Meihui. She didn't mind suffering herself, but she couldn't ruin her son's future. Thinking of this,
a look of panic crossed Meihui's face.

Seeing the expression on Miho's face, Zhefu knew he had succeeded once again. He grinned lewdly, bent down, and ripped open Miho's kimono, revealing a pair of snow-
white breasts.

Mei Hui flinched and stopped moving, silently enduring Zhefu's fondling of her breasts, which she had once been so proud of.

"You know, I'm the only one in this world who cares about you. So only I can comfort you." Zhefu said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, laying Meihui's
frail body flat on his lap so he could easily enjoy himself. He tried his best to control his desires, slowly caressing Meihui's breasts, watching
his sister-in-law's snow-white breasts change shape in his hands, Zhefu felt a sense of conquest. He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took a pink nipple into his mouth
, while using one hand to spread Meihui's tightly closed legs, and then slowly moved his hand down.

Zhefu's fingers touched Meihui's clitoris. He gently flicked it with one finger while using the other to tease the dark red opening of her vagina. He shouted
, "Meihui, I've touched your clitoris! How does it feel? Does it feel good?"

Mei Hui closed her eyes and kept her mouth tightly shut, remaining silent. Her heart was filled with pain; she hated herself for being a woman, and even more so for being unable to control her own body
. Mei Hui was a conservative woman; her body had only ever been seen by her husband before, but now it had become a tool for this ugly man's sexual gratification.
Her body was being played with, and she shouldn't feel anything, yet her body betrayed her; a tingling, itchy sensation spread from her lower body throughout her entire
being. Unconsciously, she gently twisted her body, yearning for more pleasure from the depths of her heart.

Zhefu's fingers were already covered in the vaginal fluids flowing from Meihui's body. He released the woman in his arms and stood up. "Meihui, that felt good, didn't it? Now
it's your turn to serve me!"

This wasn't the first time this had happened; Mei Hui knew what Zhefu wanted. She slowly straightened up, extending her two delicate hands to
gently pull down Zhefu's shorts, revealing his dark, engorged penis. Mei Hui loathed this kind of thing, and each time the stench from Zhefu's penis made her want to vomit. Her hand
grasped the shrunken penis, hesitating.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to lose my temper?" Zhefu had had his eyes closed for quite a while but hadn't felt Meihui's movements. He opened his
eyes and shouted.

Mei Hui closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. "I can't ruin my son because of myself." Tears welled up in Mei Hui's heart. She opened
her mouth and took Zhe Fu's penis into her mouth, licking the glans with her tongue.

"That's more like it..." Zhefu achieved his goal. He closed his eyes, grabbed Miho's shoulders, and tried to bring her face close to his genitals
. "As long as you listen to me, I won't mistreat Tatsuya. And I'll bring you food often. Don't worry!" Zhefu said this, but
inside he was overjoyed. This woman was too easy to deal with; as long as he threatened her with her son, there would be no problem. He really had to thank Tatsuya.

The penis slowly grew larger with Mei Hui's efforts. Mei Hui diligently served the man, her weakness firmly held in his grasp. One hand reached
to Zhe Fu's chest, playing with one of his nipples, while the other hand gripped the penis, stroking it back and forth. Her tongue licked every corner of the penis. The four-inch-
long penis pressed straight against Mei Hui's mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe. Mei Hui exhaled the penis and gasped for air, but her hands didn't stop, covered in...

The saliva-covered penis is very smooth.

Looking at the thing in front of her, Mei Hui felt her lower body was completely wet. An itch emanating from her bones made her unable to control her
body. She longed for her body to be penetrated by the penis in front of her.

Zhefu's body trembled slightly; he felt his body burning, waves of pleasure washing over him. Zhefu abruptly pulled his penis away from Meihui's hand;
he could barely hold on. Zhefu roughly pushed Meihui onto the floor, then pressed his body against her soft flesh. He spread Meihui's legs and, using his hand
to guide his penis, slowly inserted it deep into Meihui's warm vagina.

"Ah, it feels so good..." Mei Hui finally couldn't help but let out a sweet moan. She felt something hot squeeze into her body, burning her with
intense pleasure. She automatically parted her legs and wrapped them around Zhe Fu's waist, pressing their lower bodies tightly together. With the rapid thrusting of his penis, Mei Hui felt herself
melting; her vagina contracted slightly, squeezing Zhe Fu's penis from all angles.

"Ah..." Zhefu was already on the verge of collapse, but in order to demonstrate his masculine strength, he thrust his penis into Miho's beautiful vagina
. The sudden pressure of the vaginal walls on his penis, and the unexpected pleasure, caused Zhefu to break down. He roared and ejaculated all his semen
into Miho's body, then collapsed limply onto her beautiful flesh.

Miho was enjoying the pleasure emanating from her lower body when she suddenly heard Zhefu's scream, and then felt streams of fluid shoot into her body. Like a
mountain climber about to reach the summit who had slipped and fallen, she lost the ultimate pleasure, and the sensation quickly faded. She looked at
the man on top of her with resentment; couldn't he just let her experience an orgasm? At this moment, Miho completely forgot that she was being forced.

A few minutes later, Zhefu climbed off Meihui's body. He looked at Meihui's face with some frustration, then at his own limp, lifeless penis
. Although he desperately wanted to conquer Meihui physically, he had never succeeded. Zhefu reached for his clothes and took out a dildo from his pocket.
He sat between Meihui's legs, rubbing the dildo against her vaginal opening until it was covered in her vaginal fluids, then slowly inserted it into her vagina. He
turned it on and began to pull it in a piston-like motion.

Meihui felt something thick and hard enter her body and stir around. She knew what it was because Zhefu's thing wasn't this big.
But she had lost all interest in sex and just lay there quietly, letting Zhefu work himself to the bone.

A dozen minutes later, Zhefu didn't hear the expected moans from Meihui. Seeing the cold expression on her face, he completely lost hope. He
pulled the dildo out of her vagina, turned it off, stood up, put on his clothes, and left the room with the dildo in his hand
. After leaving, he suddenly remembered something, quickly stuffed the dildo into his pocket, looked around, and slowly walked up the stairs.

Miho slowly got up, silently took a basin of water from the side, and carefully used a towel to wipe her sweat-covered body. After finishing
this task, she put on her kimono and lay down on the floor again.

Night fell once more, and dinner was finished in the seemingly peaceful house. As usual, Tatsuya returned to his room to study
. Meanwhile, Tetsuo and his wife sat in the living room chatting.

"Tetsuo, you've rested all day. Are you feeling better?" Junko asked gently, kneeling beside her husband.

"Hmm! Much better... I can go to work tomorrow!" Zhefu's mind was still filled with images of Miho's snow-white body, and he answered casually.

"Did you go see my sister today?" Junko asked.

"I've been there... no, no. I haven't been there." Zeff suddenly realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

"You...didn't we tell you not to go to her place alone? What did you go there for?" Junko's face instantly darkened. She
stared coldly at her husband's face, awaiting his answer.

"My affairs are none of your business..." Now that things had come to this, Zhefu didn't want to argue with his wife anymore.

"Could it be that you..." Junko suddenly seemed to understand something, and her heart sank. It seemed that her worst fears had come true. "That slut. You... you
actually... with that slut...!" Junko pointed a trembling finger at her husband.

"Get out of here... I'm the boss in this house." Zhefu shoved Junko's hand away and glared at his wife.

"Do you think I don't know why you let them stay? I knew you were after Miho's beauty, but I never expected you to go this far!"
Junko suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

"You're insane! You rotten woman!" Zhefu couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Junko hard across the face.

With a sharp crack, a clear handprint appeared on Junko's face. She burst into tears, turned and ran into her room, slamming the door shut
behind her.

"Sigh... I shouldn't have told her." Zhefu felt a pang of regret, but a smile slowly spread across his face. Given the current situation, Junko
couldn't do anything to him, so from now on... "Hehehe..." Zhefu laughed heartily. He walked towards the bedroom with the air of a victor. As long as Junko submitted to him
, everything would be fine. He didn't notice a figure flash past at the top of the stairs.

Tatsuya returned to his room, still reeling from the shock of his uncle's humiliation of his mother. A burning rage simmered within him. His uncle's
usual kind expressions now seemed to him as utterly shameless. "I will get my revenge..." Tatsuya screamed inwardly. As his anger subsided
, he began to consider how to exact his revenge.

The next morning, Tatsuya left home and wandered around the secluded streets, skipping class for the first time ever.

"Stop..." A gruff voice rang in Tatsuya's ears. A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of Tatsuya. He was wearing dark sunglasses and
a sharp suit.

"Get out of my way! Don't bother me..." Tatsuya said impatiently after glancing at the man.

"Hehe... Tatsuya! Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you!" The man wasn't angry; he simply reached out and took off his glasses, his tone becoming
very gentle.

Da didn't speak, but his eyes revealed his inner world.

"Tatsuya, come sit with me! Maybe I can help you." The man put his arm around Tatsuya's shoulder like an old friend.

Tatsuya nodded; he didn't know where to go either.

The two men walked along the street, turning two corners until they arrived at the door of a luxurious villa. The man rang the doorbell.

With a crisp ringing of a bell, a young maid trotted to the front door. After opening the door, she quickly bowed to the middle-aged man, her silvery voice
ringing in Da Ye's ears: "Master, you're back!" The man didn't speak; he led Da Ye into the living room.

"Tatsuya...please sit wherever you like! This is your first time here." The middle-aged man sat on a spacious sofa, his hands casually resting on the backrest.

"Is this your home? I..." Tatsuya stood nervously in the living room, looking around.

The spacious living room, at least 100 square meters, is supported by four thick pillars with a snow-white ceiling embroidered with Western-style carvings. In the left
corner is a staircase leading to the second floor. In the center of the living room is a marble fountain, with a statue of a beautiful woman holding a water bottle standing upright in its center
. Unlike ordinary homes where the floor is entirely covered with tatami mats, the floor is paved with colorful tiles forming a vast ink painting effect.

"Don't stand there, sit down!" The man smiled and beckoned to the bewildered Tatsuya.

Tatsuya slowly sat down, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees, his eyes fixed on the fountain in the living room.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl walked up to them with small, quick steps. She silently poured them coffee, then lowered her head and walked out of
Tatsuya's sight as she had come.

"Tatsuya, if it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead by now. Come to think of it, you're partly to blame for this." The middle-aged man picked up his coffee
cup from the coffee table, took a sip, and then looked at Tatsuya earnestly.

Listening to his words, Tatsuya's thoughts drifted back to a morning three years ago. That morning, fifteen-year-old Tatsuya went to school as usual. Since it was
still early, the streets were practically deserted. As he passed through an alley, he suddenly heard a hoarse cry for help. Tatsuya stopped and looked around,
but saw nothing. Just as he thought it was his imagination and was about to leave, he heard the cry for help again. This time he heard it clearly; the cry for help was
coming from the alley. Tatsuya immediately ran into the alley without hesitation, where he found a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, covered in blood, having lost too much blood…

His face was deathly pale.

"Sir, what's wrong? Why is this happening?" Tatsuya was relatively brave; he tried his best to control his trembling body and asked in a low voice.

"I...I was robbed by some bad guys, and they even stabbed me. Please help me." The injured man looked helplessly at the boy in front of him.

Tatsuya didn't say anything more. Following a method he'd learned in school, he struggled to pull the injured man up, then squatted down, took his backpack off his back,
hung it around his neck, and let the injured man lie on his back. They slowly walked out of the alley, laboriously making their way to the nearby hospital… At the hospital, Tatsuya learned that the man's name was Yamashita
Yasuo, and that he was from Kyoto. As for anything else, he knew nothing. He left his name and then left the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, Yasuo found Tatsuya at the school and offered to pay him a reward, but Tatsuya refused. From then on, Yasuo frequently visited
Tatsuya at the school, occasionally bringing him school supplies. Gradually, the two became close friends despite their age difference. Although Yasuo invited Tatsuya to his house several times,
Tatsuya always declined, citing his inability to stay out late.

"Time flies... Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. But it feels like that incident happened just yesterday," Kang Xiong said with some emotion.

Time slowly passed in Yasuo and Tatsuya's memories.

"Master, what would you like to eat this afternoon?" A woman in her twenties walked into the living room, wearing a snow-white kimono. The kimono clung tightly to
her body, outlining the full curves of a mature woman.

Just as Kangxiong was about to speak, Tatsuya stood up from the sofa: "I should go back."

"Don't rush me! By the way, you still haven't told me what happened." Kangxiong waved for the woman to leave, then stood up and looked into Tatsuya's eyes.

"I...this is what happened." Da Wu couldn't avoid Kang Xiong's gaze. He hesitated for a moment before slowly recounting what he had heard last night.

Kangxiong listened quietly, and after Tatsuya finished speaking, he pulled Tatsuya back to sit down. He didn't speak, his mind racing with thoughts.

"I don't know what to do now!" After saying this, Tatsuya felt much relieved and looked at Yasuo for help.

Ten minutes passed, and Kang Xiong seemed to have figured something out. He took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a few numbers, and held it to his ear. The call was quickly connected.

"Kimura, it's me. I need you to do something for me. Go investigate two people. Wait a moment." Yasuo turned to Tatsuya and asked, "
What are your aunt and uncle's names?"

"My uncle's name is Tetsuo Sasaki, and my aunt's name is Junko Kobayashi." Tatsuya knew that Yasuo was going to help him, so he quickly said the two names.

"Okay. The man's name is Sasaki Tetsuo, and the woman's name is Kobayashi Junko. I want them to be out of work within three days." Kang Xiong finished speaking and hung up the phone.

"What? Make them lose their jobs? Then..." Tatsuya hadn't expected Yasuo to do this. If they lost their jobs and had no source of income, wouldn't his mother
suffer?

"I know what you're thinking. You're worried that their unemployment will affect you and your son, right?" Kangxiong accurately guessed Tatsuya's thoughts.

"Yes." Tatsuya nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on," Kang Xiong waved his hand. "Bring your mother here to stay with me now. Yingzi, come in
!" he called out to the outside of the hall.

Before Kang Xiong could finish speaking, the woman from before entered the living room. She stood respectfully before Kang Xiong with her head bowed.

"Yingzi, from now on you'll be following Master Tatsuya. If anyone tries to harm him, I think you know what to do. Go change your clothes now
and go out with the young master. Take those guys with you too; tell them they'll be following Master Tatsuya from now on. And if you dare to displease the young master, you should
know what the consequences will be!" Kangxiong said sternly to the woman in front of him.

Without looking up, Yingzi answered and knelt down in front of Tatsuya: "Young Master Tatsuya, please
don't hold it against me if I do anything wrong in the future. I'll go change my clothes right away."

"Okay..." Tatsuya agreed casually, his mind a complete mess.

Seeing Tatsuya's blank expression, Yasuo smiled. "Tatsuya. I'll tell you why I did this. You might find it sudden. First,
you saved my life, and now it's my turn to repay you. Also, these past few years, you've been the only person I could confide in for me. I have no family, so I..."

You've come to regard me as family. I have a request, and I hope you'll grant it: I want you to be my godson. But you don't need to answer now; wait until you've thought it through
. Now go and fetch your mother." Kang Xiong's eyes welled up with tears as he finished speaking.

Tatsuya's head was about to explode; one problem hadn't been solved before another popped up. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

"Young Master Tatsuya, I'm ready. May we go?" Eiko walked in from outside. She had changed into a blue bodysuit and stood respectfully
in front of Tatsuya.

"Go on, Tatsuya. We'll talk again tonight." Yasuo patted Tatsuya on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll be going now." Tatsuya suddenly bowed to Yasuo and walked towards the door. Eiko immediately followed behind him.

"What a bastard! He's still not back!" Tetsuo slammed his fist on the dining table and yelled angrily. Junko stared blankly at her
husband, but she was also worried about Tatsuya's continued absence.

(Part Two) Foreword: After the publication of the first two parts of this article, many friends suggested that it should be written as a novella, which touched me deeply. However, due to personal reasons, I have to disappoint everyone. But if I have the opportunity in the future, I may write a sequel following this line of thought. Thank you all for your support . Now, let's get back to the main topic
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The door opened, and Tatsuya walked in. He casually closed the door and went back to his room. The couple both heard the noise from downstairs. "Tatsuya's back..."
Tetsuo sat there cross-legged, his face grim and motionless. Junko quickly stood up and hurried down the stairs to the slightly ajar door.

"Tatsuya, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Hurry up..." Junko said as she pushed open the door and walked in. But the scene before her interrupted her. Tatsuya
was struggling to stuff his clothes and books into a large backpack. That backpack was one Tatsuya had bought with his scholarship money.

"Tatsuya! What are you doing? What happened?" Junko stood blankly in front of the door, staring at what was happening before her eyes.

Tatsuya glanced at his aunt without saying a word. He grabbed the last book beside him, stuffed it into his backpack, tidied it up, and slung it over his shoulder
. He walked calmly toward the door.

Junko woke up with a start. She reached out and grabbed Tatsuya, who was about to walk past her, shaking his arm frantically and looking at the young man with pleading eyes
: "Tatsuya, what are you doing? Tell me..."

"Tatsuya, what are you doing?" With a stern voice, Tetsuo appeared in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the young man before him.

Tatsuya looked at the man before him. This man had raised him for over a decade, showing him unwavering care and concern; he had once considered him
his father. Yet, this man had shamelessly taken his mother's place—this was absolutely unacceptable. Tatsuya suddenly wanted to shout, point his
finger at the man, and unleash a torrent of abuse before leaving, but a pang of reluctance pierced his heart. Tatsuya gritted his teeth, silently shook off his aunt's hand, and strode past his uncle
, saying, "I'm taking Mom away from here!"

"Damn it..." Zeff was furious at Tatsuya's unusual behavior. He felt all the blood rush to his head, took two steps behind
Tatsuya, and kicked him to the ground. "How dare you treat me like this! If it weren't for me, you and your mother wouldn't be in this situation today. I'll teach you a lesson today!"
Zeff shouted wildly as he punched and kicked Tatsuya, who hadn't even had time to get up.

"Stop it...don't hit him anymore!" Junko hugged her husband's waist, trying her best to calm him down. But Tetsuo continued to kick
the young man who was curled up on the ground.

"Tatsuya..." Junko released her husband and lunged at Tatsuya, using her body to cover the person lying on the ground and blocking Tetsuo's punches and kicks.

Seeing his wife protecting Tatsuya, Zhefu suddenly snapped to reality. What was he doing? He withdrew his leg, which was about to kick out, and stood there
motionless, staring at the two people on the ground.

Junko stood up, bent down, and helped Tatsuya up. She had been kicked several times, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.

Tatsuya slowly straightened up, a trickle of blood flowing from his forehead. He had been caught off guard and his head had hit the floor, drawing blood. The whole
thing had happened so suddenly; Tatsuya had considered fighting back, but he hadn't. Tatsuya took a deep breath, his face filled with intense anger as he glared at the...

The man who had once raised her said, "You've just completely destroyed the last bit of affection between us. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."
He paused, turned to look at the aunt who was stunned once again, and said, "Thank you for protecting me just now. Please take care of yourself in the future!" After saying that, he turned and walked to the
door that had been closed for a long time, unlatched it, pushed it open, and went inside.

"Ah..." Tatsuya was stunned by the sight in the room. In the dim light, his mother was naked, her hands bound by ropes and hanging from the wall. Her body
was writhing, and her legs were spread wide apart by a wooden frame. Tatsuya hurriedly went to his mother's side, removed the wooden frame binding her legs, and
quickly untied the ropes and lowered her down.

"Mom! It's me... Tatsuya." Tatsuya gently hugged his mother and called out.

Mei Hui's mind was now completely in chaos. She vaguely felt as if she had wrapped her arms around someone's neck, moaning softly.
The pleasure coming from her lower body made her writhe in agony.

For a fleeting moment, Tatsuya was captivated by his mother's body. Her snow-white, firm breasts trembled gently, a thick patch of hair covered her smooth abdomen, and
her long legs were crossed, a slight buzzing sound emanating from her thighs. Tatsuya swallowed hard. He slowly parted his mother's legs, and
a thick object came into view. Tatsuya slowly reached out and gently grasped the object, from which a violent tremor emanated. The object was slowly
pulled out, and Tatsuya looked closely—wasn't this the very thing his uncle had held in his hand that day? His anger was instantly rekindled. He gently put his mother down and was
about to remove the arms wrapped around his neck when he inadvertently noticed that his mother was looking at him with a flushed face… Just then, the outer door was gently
pulled open, and Yingzi slowly walked in. Her gaze swept around, but she didn't see the young master. She only saw a man and a woman standing blankly in the
corridor.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Zhefu noticed Yingzi and quickly asked. Before Yingzi could answer, Zhefu was
captivated by the alluring young woman before him—her slender figure, full breasts, and long legs. He had just been heartbroken over the impending loss of Meihui, and now he was seeing
a young and beautiful woman so soon. Seeing her husband's lecherous gaze, Junko suddenly felt nauseous. The man before her had completely changed; she
no longer recognized him.

"I'm here to see Master Tatsuya. Can you tell me where he is?" Yingzi said with disgust, looking at the lecherous eyes of the middle-aged man in front of her.

"Young Master Tatsuya? I'm his uncle. Who are you?" Tetsuo didn't think much of it; he didn't even know what he was thinking, but his hand reached towards Eiko
's face.

"Slap..." Yingzi angrily slapped Zhefu's hand away and delivered a resounding slap to his face. "Shameless..."

"You bastard...you dare hit me?" Zhefu was jolted awake by the blow. He was furious and embarrassed. He was the only one who ever hit others like this; no one had ever dared to treat him like this. He
roared and lunged at Yingzi.

Yingzi nimbly stepped aside, dodging Zhefu's attack. "Young master is absolutely right, there are actually shameless people like you in this world."

Zhefu turned around, but before he could even lift his foot, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind. He turned his head to see who it was, but he only had time to see a
fist coming straight at him, striking him hard in the face. Zhefu screamed in pain, blood slowly trickling from his nose. Pressed against the wall, unable
to move, Zhefu cursed his attacker loudly, but was met with a barrage of punches and kicks, quickly silencing him.

"You..." Junko screamed as she saw her husband being beaten by a burly man, but she didn't dare to approach him.

"Haha...this woman is pretty good-looking, shouldn't we have some fun?" One man pulled a knife from his pocket and held it to Zhefu's neck,
while the other two men walked slowly toward Junko with lewd smiles.

"Enough!" Yingzi's voice made the two men stop immediately, their faces turning very serious. "We're here to see Master Tatsuya. You should
be more alert." "Yes..." The two men lowered their heads. Yingzi didn't look at Junko, who was trembling by the wall; she walked towards the half-open door.

The door suddenly opened, and Tatsuya appeared in the doorway, his handsome face showing anger. "Young Master, we..." Before Eiko could even speak...

Before she could finish speaking, Tatsuya raised his hand to stop her. "Seiko, go inside and take care of my mother."

"Yes, young master." Yingzi bowed her head and went into the room. Upon seeing Tatsuya, the man with the knife struck Tetsuo hard in the waist with his knee,
then walked over to the two men and looked at Tatsuya respectfully. Tetsuo groaned and fell to the ground.

Tatsuya's gaze shifted from them to Zhefu on the ground, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. He tossed what he was holding in front of his three men, pointed to
the place where he used to live, and said in a cold voice, word by word, "Let him enjoy it too! Go to that room." Then he turned and walked towards Junko.

The three men saw what was on the ground, exchanged glances, one of them bent down and picked it up, and then the three of them slowly walked up to Zhefu and
dragged him into the room downstairs.

"Tatsuya, he is your elder, you can't treat him like this!" Junko looked at her nephew with trembling eyes.

"Shut up... I won't let him get away with this. And you too!" Tatsuya suddenly roared, then grabbed Junko's arm and pulled her hard, causing her to stumble
and fall into his arms. At that moment, Tetsuo's scream echoed from the small room, and Junko's body involuntarily trembled. Tatsuya lifted Junko
's chin, making her face him: "How you treated my mother, that's how I will treat you." Without waiting for Junko's reply, he dragged her into
the room they used to live in.

Inside the room, Zhefu was stripped naked. Threatened with a gleaming dagger, he was forced to lie face down on a small square table, his hands and feet strapped to
its four legs. Three men surrounded him, mocking him and striking him repeatedly with the backs of their blades, causing Zhefu to howl in pain. When Da
Ye entered, the three men stopped.

Tatsuya seemed like a different person now. He abandoned Junko, circled around Tetsuo, then looked up at his three subordinates: "Turn him over, I'm going to
let him have some fun." Soon, Tetsuo was flipped over. He looked around in despair, finally fixing his gaze on Tatsuya. Tatsuya didn't look at him,
but instead pulled Junko back over and roughly tore off her clothes, revealing her snow-white flesh. Junko screamed, covering her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other,
taking a step back.

"Young Master... your mother is asleep." Yingzi walked in and stood before Tatsuya with her head bowed. The sight of the naked man's body in the room brought a hint of shyness to her face
.

"Really? Then go tell Kangxiong that I'm taking my mother back tomorrow." Tatsuya's voice softened as he spoke of his mother.

"Young Master, let them handle this matter. I must stay here with you." Saying this, Yingzi raised her slightly flushed face to look at Tatsuya. Tatsuya's
heart skipped a beat; a feeling deep within him had been stirred, making him somewhat embarrassed. Yingzi turned her head: "Sanrou, go and do what the young master asked for now."
The man Yingzi pointed at nodded hurriedly, then quickly left the room, carefully closing the door behind him.

"Sakura, go keep my mother company. I'll handle things here." Tatsuya's tone was very gentle, and he couldn't help but pat Sakura
's shoulder. The girl's body trembled slightly, and she obediently nodded and turned to leave. After watching Sakura's figure disappear, Tatsuya walked up to Junko and slapped her across the face
: "If you don't want to die, you'd better behave, you hear me?" Junko instinctively covered her face with her hand that was covering her chest; she felt like she no longer recognized
the person in front of her.

Tatsuya grabbed one of Junko's breasts. Sensing her resistance, he slapped her twice more without hesitation. Junko was terrified; she
could only watch as Tatsuya casually fondled her breasts, too afraid to resist. "I didn't expect Auntie's breasts to be so elastic. Looks like that man rarely plays with them.
Not bad, I like it." Tatsuya, remembering what his mother had told him, felt an urge to kill the couple before him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. However, he
decided to thoroughly humiliate them.

"Uncle, I think Auntie has a great figure, what do you think?" Tatsuya held Junko in his arms, playing with her breasts while smiling as
he watched Tetsuo writhe.

"You bastard...you..." Zhefu was furious that his wife's body had been violated by his son, but before he could finish speaking, he was stunned by a sudden
slap. "Old man, if you continue to be disrespectful to our young master, be careful, I won't be polite," a man said viciously, his eyes shifting towards Zhefu...

A limp penis. Zhefu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately shut his mouth.

"You two go find something. Have you forgotten what I told you to do?" Tatsuya looked at his two subordinates with some displeasure. The two were startled, but
quickly understood, and rushed out of the room to the second floor to find something. Only three people remained in the room.

Tatsuya, carrying Junko, walked up to Tetsuo. He lowered his head and whispered to Tetsuo, "Thank you for caring for my mother all these years. Now I'll repay you on her behalf
. I believe you'll be very happy." He then spat at Tetsuo, stood up, and whispered in Junko's ear, "Auntie, I'm all grown up
now, and I feel the need for a woman. I think you'll make me feel good, right?" As he spoke, he forcefully pulled on one of Junko's nipples. Junko
groaned in pain; she was no longer able to think clearly, and would do anything to avoid the torment.

Tatsuya released the woman in his arms and turned to find a place to sit. Junko quickly went to Tatsuya, kneeling on the floor, her hands rapidly unbuttoning Tatsuya
's clothes, and swallowing his slightly erect penis into her mouth, carefully licking it with her tongue. Tatsuya had never done anything like this before; his penis was
surrounded by a warm place, the glans being gently licked, and a strange sensation rose from the depths of his heart. He pulled Junko's waist slightly, and Junko immediately obediently
moved her snow-white buttocks next to Tatsuya.

"I didn't expect Auntie to be so clever," Tatsuya said with satisfaction, his hands trembling slightly as he touched a woman's body for the first time. His fingers moved
between Junko's legs, and one of Tatsuya's fingers easily slipped into her tender vagina, feeling the moist fluid coating his finger and the fleshy walls
pressing against it from all sides—a sensation he had never experienced before. While enjoying Junko's mouth, Tatsuya glared at Tetsuo with hatred.

Zhefu closed his eyes in pain, only now feeling a pang of regret for his lustful nature. But the image of Junko naked on the floor, performing oral sex on Tatsuya,
aroused Zhefu; he could feel his penis slowly growing larger.

Tatsuya felt his body burning, and boundless pleasure surged from his penis with Junko's efforts. He let out a sigh of pleasure,
grabbed Junko's hair with one hand, and forcefully thrust his long penis into her mouth.

Saliva dripped from Junko's lips. Her hand gripped the base of Tatsuya's penis, her mouth barely able to hold half of it. Breathing in the masculine
scent of the air, she sucked frantically, her tongue rapidly rinsing the thick glans. The penis in her mouth grew harder and harder, finally plunging into her
mouth and even down her esophagus. Junko wanted to vomit but couldn't; she could only desperately endure it.

Tatsuya's glans was surrounded by something soft yet firm. His endurance reached its limit, and thick semen shot from his glans, gushing directly into
Junko's esophagus. For a fleeting moment, Tatsuya's mind went blank.

(Final Chapter) "Young Master..." Two thugs pushed open the door and walked in. They stood respectfully in front of Tatsuya, their eyes fixed on the ground, as if
they hadn't seen the lustful scene before them at all.

"I heard from Sakura that you were sent by Yasuo to protect me?" Tatsuya grabbed Junko's breast with one hand and played with it, while using the other hand to grab her hair and forcefully
press it down towards his crotch. His eyes, however, were fixed on the two men.

"Yes, young master! From the moment we appeared before you, you have been our master. We will swear our loyalty to you to the death." One of the henchmen
hurriedly replied upon hearing Tatsuya's words.

"Is that so? Very well, I hope you can give this man some enjoyment. I think you've already obtained the necessary tools. Now,
give me a performance! Let me see your loyalty."

Tatsuya is now a completely different person; his heart is blinded by hatred. He revels in the pleasure of revenge while experiencing
the wonderful feeling of being superior to others.

"Yes..." The two thugs exchanged glances and then slowly walked over to Zeff, who was groaning on the table.

"What do you want to do?" Zeff screamed in terror, twisting his body desperately in an attempt to escape the merciless punishment that awaited him.

"Bastard..." One of the thugs kicked Zhefu in the face. "Make this clear: since our young master has spoken, you'd better accept your fate."

"Okay. Otherwise, we'll make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow."

"Young Master..." The door was pushed open again, and Yingzi walked in with small steps, kneeling down next to Tatsuya. She had taken off her bodysuit and changed into a
white kimono with floral patterns.

"Yingzi, why are you here? Didn't I ask you to stay with my mother?" Tatsuya looked at her with some displeasure.

Yingzi smiled sweetly at Tatsuya, "Young Master, don't worry. Your mother is sleeping soundly. No one will disturb her." Her eyes
quickly scanned the small room, immediately understanding everything. She reached out and placed her hand on Tatsuya's shoulder, gently massaging him. Her lips were close
to Tatsuya's ear, "Young Master, I know what you mean. Let me handle this for you. Trust me, I won't let you down. Okay?"

Tatsuya nodded, now unsure how to proceed with his revenge plan. While he desired to exact his full revenge on the couple before him, he didn't
know how to do it perfectly.

"Thank you, young master." Yingzi replied happily, as excited as a little girl who had received her favorite toy. "Ryuji,
go and fetch Yamashita. Sasaki, go outside and wait for Saburo to return, then you two stand guard outside, understand?" Yingzi ordered loudly.

The two thugs glanced at Tatsuya, then immediately agreed and left.

"Sakura, what are you going to do?" Tatsuya pushed Junko away, his penis, which Junko had licked clean, stood erect and hard between his legs.

Junko lay motionless on the ground, her eyes secretly watching Tatsuya's expression. She had completely given up resisting and only hoped that Tatsuya wouldn't hurt
her.

Yingzi stood up, walked up to Junko, and looked at her with icy eyes: "Do you know the consequences of offending our young master? Get up!"

Junko flinched in fright. She quickly stood up, instinctively covering her chest and genitals with her hands. She stared blankly at the beautiful girl before her.

"Let me think. Should I slash your face with a knife, or send you to be a prostitute? Although you're a bit old, your body can still earn you
some money for the young master. What do you think?" Yingzi smiled slightly. Her smile made Tatsuya's eyes light up, but it terrified Junko so much that she couldn't even stand up straight.

"Please don't do this, I beg you. It's all Zhefu's fault, he did such a thing. Please forgive me." Junko knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Really? You mean it?" Yingzi feigned understanding, crouching down. "How about this, if you can satisfy me, I might consider
asking the young master to let you go. Do you understand?" Yingzi reached out and touched Junko's breasts, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Junko quickly realized what was happening, and she hurriedly got up and offered her breasts to Eiko.

Yingzi looked at Junko with a cold smile. She lifted a corner of her kimono, revealing her snow-white thighs.

Junko was taken aback, then immediately pressed her body against Yingzi's, rubbing her breasts against Yingzi's thighs while carefully licking
every inch of skin in front of her with her tongue.

Yingzi closed her eyes, enjoying the slight pleasure radiating from her thighs. One of her hands gently caressed her breasts.

"Seiko..." Tatsuya called out. Junko's lewd appearance sent a shiver down his spine, and his penis involuntarily twitched. The lust in his heart
was reignited by the scene before him.

Yingzi snapped out of her daze and turned to give Tatsuya a fawning smile. When the thick penis came into view, her heart skipped a beat, and
the urge to put it in her mouth took over her mind.

She turned and lay face down on the ground, her face pressed against Tatsuya's crotch.

"Yingzi, what are you doing?" Tatsuya stared in surprise at Yingzi, whose face was flushed red. He didn't react to what was happening before his eyes, only
watching helplessly as his penis disappeared completely into Yingzi's cherry-like mouth, his sensitive glans surrounded by her warm oral cavity, a soft tongue
greedily licking his shaft. Only then did he react: "Yingzi, don't do this." He braced himself on the floor with his hands, backing away.

Yingzi reached out and wrapped her arms around Tatsuya's waist, holding his body still, and easily took the thick penis into her mouth. She knelt on the ground,
her slender waist arched, her full buttocks raised high and swaying gently.

Junko looked at the girl not far away, and for some reason, a sudden surge of emotion welled up inside her. She crawled forward a few steps and gently lifted the tassel with trembling hands.

The hem of her kimono revealed Sakura's snow-white buttocks. A black thong clung tightly to her white bottom, its two-finger-wide base sinking
into the cleft of her buttocks, her full vulva slightly raised. Junko sighed inwardly, her hand gently stroking Sakura's snow-white skin, her head close to that raised area
, gently licking it with her tongue.

Tatsuya completely gave up resisting. The waves of pleasure emanating from his penis made his heart pound. He couldn't help but stroke Aya's dark, flowing hair
. Junko's actions only further aroused Tatsuya. He grabbed Aya's hair and shook it back and forth, using her mouth as a tool for release. His engorged
penis throbbed in Aya's mouth, glistening with her saliva.

As Aya diligently sucked on the ever-growing penis in her mouth, she savored the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body. This was the first time in twenty years she had
performed oral sex on a man, and the masculine scent emanating from Tatsuya's genitals further fueled her desire. She loosened her sash, lifting the hem of her kimono to her waist,
and then gently caressed one of her breasts; her soft nipple had already hardened. She moaned softly, feeling a raging fire burning within her.
Her lower body was completely wet; she could clearly feel the increased secretions within her.

"Seiko!" Tatsuya growled, lifting Seiko's head to reveal her snow-white, rounded breasts
.

With a slight smile, Yingzi presented her breasts to Tatsuya.

Tatsuya opened his mouth and took a pink nipple into his mouth, one hand holding the other breast and squeezing the small nipple with his thumb and forefinger,
while the other hand slid down Sakura's body to her buttocks and vigorously rubbed her smooth flesh.

Junko straightened up, looking at Tatsuya with a hint of resentment, her hands unconsciously stroking her body.

Yingzi noticed Junko's actions. She grabbed Junko's breast with her hand and then shoved Junko's body hard.

"You filthy bitch, go give your man a blowjob. We don't need you here right now! Go now, or I'll kill you..."

Yingzi's voice sent a shiver down Junko's spine. She quickly crawled to her husband's side, only to find him slumped over the table. Lowering herself
, she noticed that Zhefu's short penis was still erect even in this situation. After a moment's thought, she rolled over and lay flat on the floor, slowly
moving towards Zhefu's crotch.

"You bastard...you actually listened to them. I'll never forgive you!" Zhefu's penis was grabbed by Junko, and he angrily scolded his wife.

Yingzi noticed that Junko had stopped yelling at Tetsuo. She gently pushed away Tatsuya, who was playing with her breasts. "Young master, please wait a moment?"
she said, standing up and walking to Tetsuo. She pressed her full breasts close to his face and asked in an unusually gentle voice, "Are my breasts pretty
? Would you like to hold them and feel them?"

Zhefu's eyes lit up. The girl's high breasts made his mouth feel dry. He forced a mouthful of saliva down his throat, staring intently at the two pink
nipples, and nodded involuntarily.

"Slap, slap..." Yingzi left ten bright red finger marks on the lecherous man's face. "You pig, don't you even know who you are?
Do you deserve to be called one?"

Zhefu fell silent, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

"You bitch, what are you standing there for? Have you forgotten what I told you to do?"

Junko nodded quickly, then grabbed Zhefu's short penis with her hand, put her mouth to it, and stuck out her tongue to lick the glans.

"You bitch, if you dare let him ejaculate, I'll send you somewhere where you'll learn to obey orders."

After finishing her sentence, Yingzi turned and walked towards Tatsuya. She let her clothes slip gently off her shoulders, then bent down and took Tatsuya's large penis into
her mouth.

Tatsuya had never witnessed such an obscene scene before. He trembled with excitement, a tingling, numbing sensation spreading through his glans. He pushed Eiko's
head away, his voice urgent, "Eiko, I can't take it anymore, I want you..."

Yingzi hurriedly lay down on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, exposing her pink genitals to Tatsuya without reservation.

Tatsuya pounced on Aya's body, grabbing the girl's thighs with both hands, his penis, which felt like it was about to explode, thrusting wildly between her legs.

With one hand, Yingzi lifted a snow-white breast and brought it to Daya's mouth, while with the other hand, she reached down to her genitals, grasped the burning penis, and guided it to
the entrance of her body.

Feeling his glans sink into a soft crevice, Tatsuya thrust his hips downwards with a sudden movement. His rounded glans entered a narrow cavern,
the surrounding tender flesh pressing against his penis from all sides. He could clearly feel something blocking his glans. To better release his lust, Tatsuya
recklessly thrust his hips again, completely oblivious to the tense expression on Eiko's face and her tightly closed lips.

"Ah..." Yingzi let out a scream, her pretty face contorted in pain, her whole body tense.

In that instant, she felt her body being torn in two by the thick penis, her lower body burning with pain. Her hands gripped Tatsuya's shoulders tightly, her cherry-like
mouth wide open, and two streams of crystal tears flowed from her eyes.

"Seiko..." Tatsuya's burning lust vanished without a trace at Seiko's cry. He looked down and saw his thick penis covered in red fluid, and
Seiko's labia, forcibly parted by his penis, stained with her virgin blood. His first thought was to pull his penis out, but as soon as he moved,
Seiko beneath him let out a painful groan. Now Tatsuya dared not move, and remained motionless on top of Seiko's voluptuous body.

To make amends for his mistake, he gently wiped away the girl's tears, his heart filled with remorse. "Yingzi, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."

Yingzi didn't speak. After a few minutes, she forced a smile and whispered to Tatsuya, "Young Master, Yingzi did this willingly.
It is my greatest honor to offer my body to you whole."

At this point, her voice became almost inaudible, "Young Master, you can move now, I'm not in pain anymore." After saying that, Yingzi closed her eyes
, her face flushed, and wrapped her legs around Tatsuya's waist.

Tatsuya nodded, gently kissing Aya's slightly cool lips while slowly thrusting his limp penis in and out. As time passed,
Aya's vagina became increasingly wet, making penetration easier, and Tatsuya's movements became faster.

The initial pain was quickly overshadowed by intense pleasure. Yingzi's body went limp, her skin flushed and burning hot. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Tatsuya's waist, and she
thrust her full hips forcefully, meeting each powerful thrust of his penis. Pleasant fluids flowed continuously from Yingzi's vagina, and her ecstatic
moans echoed throughout the room.

Junko glanced at Eiko with jealous eyes, but she dared not make a sound, so she could only vent all her nameless anger on Zhefu.

Although Zhefu couldn't move his body, the pleasure emanating from his penis made him slowly forget everything, waves of heat surging from his lower body. Zhefu felt his taut nerves about to be overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure. "Junko, hurry up, I'm almost there!" Zhefu shouted
frantically to Junko beneath him .

Upon hearing her husband's call, Junko not only did not speed up her sucking of his penis, but stopped instead. At the same time, she spat out the now erect penis from her mouth and
grabbed the base of it tightly with her hand.

"Junko, you bastard... what are you doing?" A sharp pain shot through Zhefu's brain from the base of his penis, and his penis immediately lost its vitality and slowly went limp
.

"Junko, you did a great job. If you keep going like this, I might just get Tatsuya to treat you like his pet." Aya
had already reached several climaxes; she leaned weakly against Tatsuya's chest, lazily watching the couple.

"Seiko..." Tatsuya held the young woman, who had just become a young woman, with a touch of pity. He kissed her pretty face, which was still flushed, and his heart was filled with sweet happiness
. He didn't pay attention to what Seiko was saying.

Under these circumstances, Junko had no choice but to obey Eiko, because she had just turned forty-two and didn't want to lose her future because of the man in front of her.
She nodded ingratiatingly to Eiko, then resumed stimulating Zhefu's softened penis.

Zhefu was filled with remorse and anger towards his wife. Interestingly, the constant oral sex was giving him a thrilling stimulation, leaving the poor Zhefu at a loss
and only able to close his eyes and resign himself to fate.

"Young Master... Madam is awake..." a bodyguard called out to Tatsuya in a low voice from outside the door.

His mother had woken up… This news made Tatsuya instinctively push away Eiko from his arms. He stood up somewhat awkwardly, intending to go outside.

"Young Master... wait..." Yingzi quickly grabbed a nightgown and put it on Tatsuya, covering his still erect penis under the clothes.

Tatsuya smiled at Eiko, left the room, and, led by the bodyguard, went up to the second-floor bedroom, the same bedroom where Tetsuo and the others lived. Upon entering, Tatsuya
saw his mother, dressed in a white kimono, sitting quietly on the floor.

"Mother!" Tatsuya rushed to his mother's side, kneeling on the ground and bowing his head. "Mother, it's all my fault. I never thought they would treat you like this."

A smile appeared on Miho's face. She slowly helped Tatsuya up and gently stroked her son's young face, tears of emotion blurring her vision.

"Mother!" Tatsuya was also filled with joy at this moment, and he reached out to wipe away the tears on his mother's face.

"Tatsuya, my son..." Miho hugged her son tightly.

Tatsuya pressed himself tightly against his mother, his face pressed against two soft mounds, making it difficult for him to breathe. He gently twisted his neck
to allow himself to breathe through his nose, but suddenly felt something small against his lips. His mother's naked body flashed into Tatsuya's mind
, and his mouth went dry. He shook his head, trying to banish those chaotic thoughts from his mind.

"Mother, let's never be apart again, okay?" Tatsuya looked up at Miho pleadingly.

"Yes, we, mother and son, will never be separated again." Miho nodded firmly to Tatsuya.

Just then, a scream from downstairs shattered the peaceful scene. Miho recognized the voice and released Tatsuya to sit up:
"Tatsuya, what's going on downstairs? Why is your uncle making that sound? I need to go see what's happening!"

"Mom, that's the punishment he deserves. Let's not go down, okay? I want to stay with you now," Tatsuya
said to Miho in a spoiled voice, as he snuggled into his mother's warm embrace.

Mei Hui hesitated for a moment, then agreed to her son's request, because she also really wanted to be with him, and now she only trusted her son.

"Mother, I miss my childhood so much... Can I drink your milk again like I did when I was little?"

Tatsuya enjoyed the two soft mounds on his mother's chest, his heart pounding, longing to see his mother's beautiful breasts again.

"My child, I have no more milk... but Tatsuya can still recall some." Miho didn't intend to disappoint her son. She pulled open her
clothes, revealing her pair of snow-white, high breasts to Tatsuya.

Tatsuya opened his mouth and sucked on a pale pink nipple, just like when he was a baby. His hand gently grasped the other breast.

Mei Hui's body froze as if struck by lightning. Her son's tongue was sucking incessantly on her nipple, and an unprecedented, intense pleasure spread from her nipple
throughout her entire body, making her involuntarily let out a sweet moan. She involuntarily arched her chest so that every inch of her nipple could be caressed, and
a trickle of love fluid flowed from deep within her vagina.

"What's wrong with me? I've let my son arouse my desire, and so intensely at that. I should stop immediately; I can't let him
continue like this. But this feeling is so good, something I've never experienced in years. If a penis could penetrate me right now,
I'd have an orgasm immediately. What should I do?" Miho's mind was in turmoil. She unconsciously reached out to push Tatsuya away, but her hands betrayed
her, pulling him even tighter. "Ah… what's that? Is it my son's penis? He's only eighteen, how can he have such a large penis? I really
want that thing inside me. Anyway, I've already been violated by my brother-in-law, so having sex with my son now doesn't matter."

Thinking of this, Mei Hui's hand reached towards her son's abdomen, where she easily found a thick, erect penis. She pulled open her son's coat,
firmly grasped the penis in her hand, and began to stroke it back and forth.

She felt like she was going crazy: "Tatsuya, my son, I want you..." she shouted as she tore at her son's clothes.

Tatsuya hadn't had enough with Eiko earlier; he was teasing his mother's nipple with his mouth, while his other hand played with her other breast, listening to her seductive
moans. This made his already hard penis even more erect, pointing straight at his mother's body. Now, hearing his mother's cries, Tatsuya went mad, and he...

He quickly ripped off his thin kimono, then swiftly took off his own clothes and tackled his beautiful mother to the floor.

He spread his mother's legs apart with his own, pressing the head of his penis between her slightly parted labia, and then checked her reaction.
"Son, come quickly. Come back to where you were born..." Mei Hui spread her legs as wide as possible, her eyes slightly open, her rosy face almost dripping with moisture.

"Mother, your son is back, we'll never be apart again..." Tatsuya roared excitedly in a low voice, his thick penis parting the tightly closed vaginal opening and deeply
penetrating his mother's body...

【over】

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