Dragon roars continued for an unknown duration, and the waves crashed against the reef, breaking it apart.
Ho Fei-yu lay heavily on Mao Nakaizumi's body, his head sinking weakly into her soft flesh. A mature, alluring scent mixed with the sour sweetness of sweat drifted into his nostrils, bringing him back to his senses.
Ho Fei-yu felt a faint ache in his lower back, a hollow feeling of being drained. Since exchanging for the Succubus Aura, this feeling of exhaustion had never occurred. He thought he was invincible. Even against the three top juicers at home, he had never backed down. He never expected to meet his match today.
'Is it the potion?... Or am I losing my touch? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!' Ho Fei-yu felt something was very wrong. It was as if he wasn't just facing Mao Nakaizumi, but something else. But he had no proof, so he decisively chose to add attribute points. The 5 points awarded after killing Yoshihiro Shimoda were all used.
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host on successful attribute allocation.]
[Host: Ho Fei-yu Stamina: 10 + 2 Strength: 10 + 2 Spirit: 11 Speed: 6 + 1]
After allocating the points, Ho Fei-yu felt his body filled with power again. The vicious dragon, which had not yet left the nest, was lively once more, even wanting to cause another commotion.
"Ehh~" After three hours of plowing, Mao Nakaizumi not only didn't feel tired, but her entire spirit and energy improved significantly. Some chronic ailments accumulated from over ten years of work seemed to have vanished. After Ho Fei-yu was "exhausted," Mao Nakaizumi placed a long, fair hand on the back of Ho Fei-yu's head, staring blankly at him, lost in thought. She only came back to her senses and let out a soft moan when the dragon, which had just stopped, started stirring again.
"...Auntie Mao... Are you feeling better?" Hearing the sound, Ho Fei-yu lifted his head from the gorge and looked at Mao Nakaizumi, asking with concern.
"...Mhm, I'm fine. Thank you, Fei-yu~" Mao Nakaizumi's eyes met Ho Fei-yu's concerned gaze. A wave of panic rose in her heart. The man who was supposed to be Shiori's crush was now... on her. Guilt mixed with a peculiar feeling, deepening the flush on her cheeks, which were already red from the exertion. She displayed the delicate demeanor of a young woman. However, as a career woman for over ten years, she quickly regained control of her emotions, returning to normal the next second.
"Get up, Fei-yu. I'm fine now."
"Mhm, okay." Ho Fei-yu moved off Mao Nakaizumi's body. As the dragon left the nest, "Pop," a sound similar to a cork being pulled from a bottle occurred. Initially, Mao Nakaizumi hadn't noticed the bulge in her lower abdomen. It wasn't until Ho Fei-yu got up that she saw it. Unfortunately, it was too late. A lot had already overflowed, making the already soaked bed even more uninhabitable.
"Stop looking!" Mao Nakaizumi's face was as red as an apple. She quickly clamped her legs together, grabbing some nearby cloth to wipe herself. She looked up and saw the culprit staring at her. Even she couldn't help but feel shy, scolding him playfully.
"Hehe." Ho Fei-yu quickly turned his back. After the rustling sounds behind him stopped, Ho Fei-yu attempted to turn around, seeing that Mao Nakaizumi had put her dress back on. It was the black dress she had taken off earlier. The pantyhose on her feet hadn't been removed yet and still bore Ho Fei-yu's traces.
"Auntie Mao... I'm willing to take responsibility..."
"Shhh, don't say it. I know. Let's just treat it as an accident. I'm very grateful to Fei-yu, but... but let's just let it go..." Mao Nakaizumi interrupted Ho Fei-yu, looking away, avoiding his gaze. Although hearing his words warmed her, there was ultimately no possibility between them. With Shiori Fuyutsuki involved, she couldn't betray Shiori-chan.
"I wonder how Yui and Shiori are doing now. I'll go out and check to reassure them." Seeing that Ho Fei-yu wanted to say more, Mao Nakaizumi quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on the issue, lest... lest she couldn't let go.
"Hiss—" Just as Mao Nakaizumi stood up, a wave of numbness washed over her body. She cried out in pain and collapsed onto the bed, unable to support herself with her hands. Her mature and lovely face furrowed. Although she felt her body was much better, and she had even managed to put on clothes, in reality, even with the help of a true Succubus sharing the burden, three hours of intense impact was more than she could endure.
"Ah! What are you doing? Put me down! It's not good if Shiori sees! Did you hear me! If you don't put me down, I'll... I'll..." Mao Nakaizumi felt dizzy. The next second, she was in Ho Fei-yu's arms, lifted in a princess carry, heading toward the living room. Even though it had only been a short while since she left, being back in Ho Fei-yu's embrace made Mao Nakaizumi feel warm and secure. She wanted to be held like this forever, to have someone to rely on, and no longer be so tired. But the thought of Shiori seeing them when they went out... what would Shiori think of her? At this thought, Mao Nakaizumi endured the numbness and struggled, threatening him verbally.
"You'll do what?"
"I'll... I'll bite... Mmm~ Mmm~" Ho Fei-yu saw Mao Nakaizumi open her mouth and immediately leaned in to kiss her. Before she could close her lips, he greedily captured her tongue in his mouth, carefully sucking on it. Initially, Mao Nakaizumi didn't cooperate, but with Ho Fei-yu's practiced technique, in less than a moment, Mao Nakaizumi started responding.
"Hoo~ Hoo~ Stop, it's dirty, I haven't showered yet." Mao Nakaizumi noticed his hand moving towards her snowy peaks, threatening to go further. She quickly turned her head away, gasping for breath, her beautiful eyes showing a flicker of lust.
"Then are you still going to say those things?" Ho Fei-yu didn't actually have any intention of going further now. He wasn't a stallion that got aroused at the sight of any female. Mao Nakaizumi's behavior was just like Ruri, the youngest girl at home: threatening words that were just a paper tiger. Every time Ho Fei-yu initiated an attack, Ruri would beg and plead for her good brother to let her go—a classic case of all thunder, no rain.
"Don't be like this... If Fei-yu wants to in the future... you can sneakily... just don't let Shiori see..." Mao Nakaizumi still didn't give in completely, only conceding a small point. She had her own concerns. She didn't want Shiori to see her with Ho Fei-yu, otherwise, how heartbroken would Shiori be? Mao Nakaizumi had already treated Shiori Fuyutsuki as her own daughter. How could she compete with her daughter for a man?
Unfortunately, everyone had their own ideas. For Ho Fei-yu, any woman he had a relationship with, he would protect and cherish, not allowing them to suffer any grievance or harm. Making Mao Nakaizumi his secret lover was absolutely impossible!
"Stop!"
"Auntie Mao, you wouldn't want Shiori to be heartbroken, would you? If you keep complaining, I can't promise I won't do something to you." Seeing Mao Nakaizumi's stubbornness, Ho Fei-yu immediately brought out the ultimate NTR killer move.
Indeed, this tactic was highly effective against girls in R-rated anime settings. Mao Nakaizumi saw the seriousness in Ho Fei-yu's eyes and quickly shut her mouth, a look of a young woman's grievance in her eyes.
"Kiss~"
"Shhh." Mao Nakaizumi was carried out of the room. She closed her eyes, feeling nervous, unsure how to face Shiori-chan. But no sound came to her ears, only a damp feeling on her forehead. She knew Ho Fei-yu was just teasing, but she didn't mind. She cautiously opened her eyes and looked into the living room, finding that the two girls were nestled together, asleep. Her eyes went to Ho Fei-yu, who was smiling. Afraid he would wake the two girls, she quickly signaled him to stop messing around.
"Kiss-me~"
"Enough already!!!" Ho Fei-yu, realizing what she meant, cheekily carried Mao Nakaizumi to the sofa where the two girls were sleeping. He bent down and deliberately opened his mouth in front of her. In her anxious gaze, he moved his face closer to Mao Nakaizumi's, the meaning perfectly clear. Mao Nakaizumi looked at Shiori Fuyutsuki's sleeping face, conflicted. But seeing Ho Fei-yu's mouth about to move, seemingly ready to speak, she quickly kissed the cheek he offered. After about a minute, she pulled back, glaring angrily at Ho Fei-yu, whispering.
"Mom... Mom..."
"Mom's here... Sleep tight... Mom will always be with you, and you too, Shiori-chan." Just as the two were staring each other down, Yui Nakaizumi, sleeping on the sofa, seemed to be having a sad dream. Her cute, innocent face crumpled, and she spoke in her sleep with sadness in her tone. Mao Nakaizumi's heart trembled upon hearing Yui Nakaizumi's words. She quickly signaled Ho Fei-yu. Ho Fei-yu brought her a little closer to the two girls. Mao Nakaizumi reached out and held Yui Nakaizumi's small hand, speaking softly, her love and affection undisguised.
Yui Nakaizumi seemed to sense this. A tear rolled out from under her eyelid, and her furrowed brows smoothed out. She relaxed considerably.
"Fei-yu, take me to shower. And please take them back to their own rooms, okay?"
Ho Fei-yu nodded. Following the direction Mao Nakaizumi indicated, he carried her into the bathroom. While the water was running, he carried the two girls back to their respective bedrooms, then returned to the bathroom.
"I'll help you."
"Stop... I'll do it myself..."
"Alright then, you wash yours, I'll wash mine."
However, Ho Fei-yu couldn't be that obedient. He took off his clothes, ignoring Mao Nakaizumi's resentful look, and sat directly in the bathtub. Fortunately, their bathtub was large, accommodating two people just fine.
Mao Nakaizumi thought Ho Fei-yu would try something, but she was surprised to find he really did start washing himself, his back to her, scrubbing diligently, with no other intentions. Mao Nakaizumi let out a sigh of relief, but then felt a little discomfort. Even with her body numb, she didn't make a sound, stubbornly washing herself with difficulty. Yet, she couldn't help but look at the young man, and her small feet had unconsciously touched his body, rubbing against him intentionally or otherwise.
"Hehe, isn't Auntie Mao washing herself? Why are you rubbing me with your feet? Are you plotting something against me?!"
"Who's rubbing you? The space is too small! It's all your fault for getting in!"
"Really?"
The next moment, Mao Nakaizumi was sitting on Ho Fei-yu's lap, her slender waist held by his arm. Ho Fei-yu rested his head on her shoulder, and his other hand was not idle, wandering over her body, teasingly blowing a stream of warm air onto her round, glistening earlobe, making her body go limp.