CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 1

"Seijirou-sama, please wake up."

Seijirou was pulled from a deep, dreamless sleep by a voice that was soft, yet utterly devoid of warmth or inflection, a soothing, mechanical monotone voice.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Haruka, standing beside his bed.

She was now wearing the silk nightgown that she had worn last night, with three hickeys on her neck as a clear sign that the transaction of the previous evening had fundamentally altered her role in his life.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"It is currently 7:08 AM, Seijirou-sama," Haruka replied, her red eyes stoic and focused. "Less than an hour and a half before classes commence."

Seijirou nodded, pushing the sheets aside. He stood up, grabbed his clothes from the floor which had scattered last night, and began to dress.

"My mother is preparing breakfast," Haruka stated, her voice even. "Would you like to take a bath first to refresh yourself?"

"Yes," Seijirou confirmed, buttoning his shirt.

Haruka took a small step closer. "Would you like me to accompany you, Seijirou-sama? I can wash your back and assist with any other necessities."

Seijirou paused, looking into her ever-emotionless eyes. He saw no trace of reluctance or protest, only cold, absolute obedience.

He smiled faintly, enjoying the display of submission. "Very well."

With that over, the two of them walked downstairs, and as they reached the kitchen entrance, they saw Yuko actively cooking breakfast.

She was wearing a simple, comfortable gray dontan dress with an apron tied around her waist, looking like the picture perfect of domesticity.

Yuko noticed them and immediately offered a gentle, practiced smile as her eyes flickered briefly to Haruka’s attire and then back to Seijirou.

She kept her voice cheerful. "Good morning, Seijirou-sama. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen more minutes."

Seijirou nodded. "Hmm, I’ll take a bath first, then."

Haruka offered her mother a brief, silent nod of greeting, a gesture that conveyed both acknowledgement and complicity, before turning and following after Seijirou toward the adjacent bathroom.

Yuko stared at their backs with a complicated, tumultuous expression as she quickly wiped her hand on her apron, deep in thought.

She still didn’t know what to feel about the whole situation.

She had literally slept with a man along with her own daughter just hours ago, and although the act was less about passion and more about survival, the reality was still jarring.

Never in her wildest imagination did she ever think that this was going to happen to her one day, she thought, her hands hovering over the spatula.

Then again, never in her wildest imagination did she also think that her husband would sell them away like chattel to get away from his crimes.

She shook her head firmly, deciding to focus on the immediate, tangible task: perfect Japanese breakfast.

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In the luxurious, marble-tiled bathroom, Haruka helped Seijirou remove his clothes.

Once he was completely undressed, she systematically folded his garments and placed them neatly into the laundry basket.

She then stripped off her own nightgown, folding it with the same dispassionate efficiency, revealing her beautifully toned body before stepping into the steaming enclosure.

Seijirou settled onto a small, low chair placed beneath the running showerhead.

The warm water cascaded over him, and he let out a long, luxurious sigh of pure contentment.

Haruka reached for the soap and began to methodically cleanse his skin, her touch firm but impersonal, treating his body with the precise care of a dedicated servant.

At this moment, Seijirou fully comprehended just how profound the feeling of power and authority truly was.

Being serviced like this, with absolute, unquestioning devotion, by a beautiful, intelligent girl who was his classmate—what was more, the girl he had just slept with, along with her mother, just the night before—was an unparalleled experience.

Truly, there is no greater feeling than this, he concluded, closing his eyes beneath the warm stream.

’The world was his, and everyone in it, from politicians to classmates, existed primarily to serve his ambition and pleasure.’ That was probably what original Seijirou had always felt.

Haruka knelt behind him on the tiled edge, her hands lathered with soap as she scrubbed his broad back in slow, methodical circles.

Her touch was precise, almost mechanical, her face a blank mask of indifference despite the intimacy of the moment.

"Use your breasts to wash me," Seijirou murmured, his voice low and commanding, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced over his shoulder.

Without a word or flicker of emotion, Haruka set the soap aside before she shifted forward, pressing her ample breasts against his soapy skin.

The soft, full mounds glided over his shoulders and down his back, suds foaming between them as she moved.

Her nipples, hardened slightly from the water and cool air, dragged lightly across his flesh, sending shivers through him.

She continued like that for several minutes, her body undulating just enough to cover every inch, her expression unchanging, her eyes distant, and her lips neutral.

"Now my front," he said after a while, turning to face her.

Haruka complied seamlessly as she stood up and knelt before him.

She leaned in, her heavy breasts flattening against his chest as she rubbed them up and down, soap trailing in slick paths over his pecs and abs.

Her nipples traced teasing lines across his skin, the friction building heat in his core.

Seijirou groaned softly, his hands resting on her hips, savoring the plush weight of her tits pressing into him, the way they molded to his contours with each pass.

His cock stirred, hardening as the sensation intensified.

"Take care of this with your breasts," he instructed, lifting his hips slightly to guide her gaze downward.

She nodded faintly, emotionless as ever, and positioned herself lower, cupping her breasts from the sides, she enveloped his thick shaft between them, the warm, soapy cleavage hugging him tightly.

Seijirou watched, transfixed, as she began to slide her tits up and down his length, the head of his cock peeking out from the top with each upward stroke.

Water lapped at the edges of the tub, mixing with the suds that coated her skin and his throbbing member.

The sight of her blank face tilted up toward him, eyes unblinking, mouth set in a straight line, while his cock nestled deep in her cleavage was intoxicating, a stark contrast that made his pulse race.

He thrust gently into the soft valley, the pressure building as her breasts squeezed and released rhythmically.

Minutes stretched on, her movements steady and unrelenting, until the tension coiled tight in his groin.

"I’m close—swallow it all," he gasped, gripping the edge of the tub.

Haruka released her breasts and leaned forward without hesitation. Her lips parted, and she took his cock into her mouth, tongue flat against the underside as she sucked him deep.

Seijirou bucked once, twice, before his release hit as hot spurts of cum flooding her throat.

She swallowed every drop methodically, her throat working around him, face still devoid of any reaction, not even a gag or a blink.

The image of her doing that, obedient, impassive, with cum sliding down her throat, snapped something in him.

Seijirou surged to his feet, water cascading off his body as he grabbed her arms and pushed her back against the cool tiled wall.

She didn’t resist, her legs parting slightly as he hooked one under his arm, lifting it high to expose her.

His mouth descended on her neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin where three fresh hickeys already bloomed like dark bruises.

He bit down harder, marking her anew with a fourth, sucking until she bore the imprint of his possession.

With a growl, he aligned his still-hard cock at her entrance and thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one forceful plunge.

"Hmm~!" Haruka’s eyes widened slightly.

Her pussy clenched around him, wet and welcoming despite her stoic demeanor, walls gripping his length as he began to pound into her, the water splashing wildly around their joined bodies.

Seijirou’s hips snapped forward relentlessly, his cock slamming deep into Haruka’s pussy with each powerful thrust.

Water sloshed all over them, soaking the floor as he pinned her against the wall, her lifted leg trembling slightly in his grip.

Her inner walls squeezed around his thick shaft, slick and tight, pulling him in deeper despite the hazy stare she fixed on the ceiling, while biting her lips.

He grunted with every plunge, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing in the steamy bathroom.

He released her leg momentarily, only to hook both hands under her thighs and hoist her up fully, her back sliding against the tiles.

Haruka’s arms draped loosely over his shoulders for balance, her body yielding without protest as he bounced her on his cock.

Her breasts jiggled with the force of his movements, nipples grazing his chest, still coated in faint traces of soap.

Seijirou leaned in, capturing one nipple between his teeth and tugging sharply, then sucking hard enough to draw a faint sheen of saliva across her skin.

She bit her lips, closing her eyes, using every will power to suppress a moan, only letting out a small "Hmm~!", "Hmm~!"

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he muttered against her collarbone, biting down again to add another mark beside the fresh hickey on her neck.

His pace quickened, cock pistoning in and out, the head battering against her depths.

Haruka’s pussy clenched involuntarily around him, her body responding even if her expression didn’t, juices mixing with the bathwater that dripped from their joined forms.

He shifted her weight, pressing her harder into the wall as one hand slid between them to rub her clit in firm circles.

His thumb pressed and flicked the swollen nub, feeling it throb under his touch. Still, the look on her face, trying to keep a straight expression while supressing a moan was exhilarating.

The contrast fueled his arousal as he fucked her harder, grinding his pelvis against hers to bury every inch inside.

After several minutes of this brutal rhythm, Seijirou felt the pressure building again.

He lowered her legs to the floor, turning her around to face the wall.

"Bend over," he ordered, his voice rough.

Haruka complied, bracing her hands on the tiles, ass presented to him without hesitation.

He gripped her hips and drove back in from behind, cock stretching her pussy wide as he pounded into her, balls slapping against her with each thrust.

The steam thickened around them, beads of sweat and water tracing paths down her back.

Seijirou reached around to squeeze one of her breasts, pinching the nipple roughly while his other hand tangled in her wet hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her neck for another bite.

He rutted into her like an animal, the sensation of her unresisting body pushing him closer to the edge.

"Not yet," he growled to himself, slowing his thrusts to long, deliberate strokes that made her body rock forward.

He wanted to draw this out, to savor the way her pussy milked him, the utter haziness in her gaze when she glanced back over her shoulder was so incredibly sexy, matching perfectly with her cold, beautiful face.

Pulling out briefly, he slapped his cock against her ass cheeks, then spread them to tease her entrance before slamming back in.

Haruka’s knees buckled slightly under the force, but she steadied herself, silent and enduring.

Seijirou’s hands roamed her body, one sliding down to finger her clit again while he fucked her steadily, building the tension in both of them.

Even without her vocal cues, he could feel her body heating up, her walls fluttering around his shaft as he chased their shared release.

Eventually, Seijirou felt himself about to release.

"I’m cumming..."

Without hesitation, he slammed his cock hard deep into her, and Haruka finally couldn’t resist letting out a moan as she too, came at the same time.

She twitched, her toes curling up, her hands clenched on the wall.

Seijirou took a deep breath, observing his work.

Well, things escalated quickly. He just hoped the food is still hot after they are done with bath.