Haruka's brazen seduction left Takuya no choice but to surrender.
When a woman tempts you this shamelessly, resisting makes you either gay or an idiot.
Takuya knew this better than anyone, yet he still had to confirm.
"Are you sure about this?"
It wasn't just sex—it was her first time, with him.
"It's okay. Takuya is… my prince…♥"
As expected, her answer hadn't changed.
Seriously, this prince obsession…
He decided to stop holding back.
Any more restraint would mean he didn't want it.
Takuya aligned his throbbing cock with her drenched pussy, slick with arousal.
SplishSplashSplish
Each graze against her folds produced obscene wet noises; he savored them briefly before pressing the tip to her entrance.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay…♥"
With that, he eased the head into her soaked heat.
He craved a brutal thrust, but injuring her would ruin everything—no more sex.
Squelch
"Hnnngh♥ Ugh♥ It hurts… but why does it feel so good…♥ Haaah♥ So strange…♥"
As those thoughts raced, his cock slid fully inside.
"Hngk♥ Takuya. My belly feels warm…♥ Haaah♥♥"
Buried to the hilt, he nudged her cervix.
One release, and semen would flood her womb, primed for conception.
A manga line from his pre-possession days surfaced.
'Hmm. Like a custom cock sleeve.'
Crude, but Haruka's pussy molded to him perfectly.
Heaven-sent match.
He whispered,
"I'll start slow."
"N-No, don't!♥"
She protested, but he ignored it and rolled his hips.
ThwipThwipThwipThwip
"Hngk♥ N-No, I shouldn't♥ Oohk♥ So good♥ Haaahhh♥ Feels weird♥♥"
He began gently, letting her adapt.
Once she did, he ramped up.
SquelchSquelchSquelchSquelch
"Ugh♥ Haaah♥ Haaahhh♥ Oooohk♥"
Words faded; only moans and sloppy sounds remained.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Her pussy soon accommodated rough pounding effortlessly.
Takuya hammered mercilessly; Haruka drowned in ecstasy and the scorching pulse inside her.
"Haaah♥ It's s-strangeee♥ Hnnngh♥ My p-pussy hurts♥ Kyaah♥ Feels so goood♥"
Her slurred, drunken voice thrilled him. Her usually blank, narrowed eyes now broadcast pure bliss.
What did she look like?
Her moans said it all.
Eyes half-lidded, tongue lolling—an ahegao masterpiece.
Mesmerized, he thrust on until the edge hit.
"Haruka! I'm gonna cum! Pulling out!"
He preferred creampies, but impregnating this gem too soon was risky.
Haruka locked her limbs around his waist and head, pulling him deeper into her pussy and breasts, whispering hotly,
"No. Cum inside Haruka, lots and lots♥"
Blame that earlier lactation handjob line he'd fed her.
'This girl's a quick study—using my own words?'
Shocked by her adaptability, he couldn't hold back.
"Ugh! Fine. Inside it is!"
He'd resisted too long.
-Bwrrrrrrrt! Bwrt! Bwrrrrrrrt!
The backlog unleashed endlessly into her womb.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The marathon release drained him; her suffocating embrace stole his breath.
He blacked out mid-sex for the first time.
**
Suzuki Miharu—Haruka's mother—was tormented.
The man who'd appeared, claiming her daughter saved him, was remarkably kind.
Who else would call her child's disability and "unfeminine" hobbies genius?
Her ex never could. To Miharu, Takuya inspired gratitude.
An inexplicable trust bloomed.
Miharu was decent individually but a poor household head.
The type to co-sign loans or fall for scams—gullible.
Inevitably so.
Raised like a greenhouse bloom.
Her father drilled bride skills and grades for a good match; worldly savvy? None.
Pure luck spared her and Haruka from cons post-divorce.
Still, she wasn't reckless enough to decide her daughter's future instantly.
Though her heart tilted.
'We can't sustain this…'
She'd dabbled in computers to bond with Haruka and knew her daughter's depth far exceeded hers.
She couldn't quench that thirst alone.
Conflict raged.
Trust this boy Takuya blindly, let Haruka chase dreams…
Wouldn't she thrive beyond her useless mother's reach?
Those thoughts haunted.
'I don't know…'
Accustomed to following, not leading, this paralyzed her.
Clumsy as she was, she brainstormed compromises to avoid harming Haruka.
'Fine… even if scam, verbal agreement—end it fast…'
Resolved, she sought Haruka's input—the key voice.
"Haruka~"
Her gentle call went unanswered.
Concentration, probably.
She eased the door open.
"Anyone here?"
The empty room flustered her.
Where was her computer-obsessed girl?
Worst-case spiraled.
'Kidnapping?'
Impossible—one person lifting Haruka?
She must be home.
"Haruka! Where are you!"
Louder call—silence.
She scoured every nook.
'Nowhere…'
Panic rising, one spot unchecked.
'The bathroom.'
Takuya was bathing; she'd avoided it.
Last possibility.
Bracing, she approached.
If empty, explain and apologize profusely.
Cracking the laundry door,
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Flesh-slapping fury,
[Haaah♥ It's s-strangeee♥ Hnnngh♥ My p-pussy hurts♥ Kyaah♥ Feels so goood♥]
Her daughter's unfamiliar lewd cries.
Miharu, slow to process, glimpsed steamy silhouettes in the mirror.
Haruka and Takuya—fucking.
Shock urged intrusion.
But her feet froze.
Haruka grown? Trust in Takuya? Her daughter's evident desire?
No.
The moans simply aroused her; she craved more.
'Why?'
She couldn't comprehend her own excitement.