Chapter 132 Takamine Kasumi’s Case*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah… mmm…”
Kasumi Takamine lay upon the bed, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire.
Her graceful body curled instinctively, a low, melodic moan vibrating from her throat.
”Sister Kasumi… Mama Kasumi… I’m going to take you now.”
Aki pressed his weight against her, his body a firm contrast to her lush, yielding curves as he began his relentless assault on her senses.
Kasumi responded with a shy, breathless whimper, her face flushed with the rose-tinted hue of spring passion.
Her limbs trembled as their gazes locked, exchanging a silent, feverish dialogue of pure, unadulterated lust.
Consumed by the heat between them, they surged together, their lips meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Aki trailed his mouth downward, worshiping the glamorous widow’s skin-from the silken peaks of her breasts to her navel, and lower still, to the shadowed convergence of her thighs.
As he pried her legs apart, he found her secret path already slick with a shimmering dew.
The warmth radiating from her depths was irresistible; he leaned in, unable to stop himself from tasting her.
Kasumi writhed beneath him, her voice rising in a series of soul-stirring cries.
”Ah? …Ah!…”
Aki’s fingers explored the delicate folds of her portal, admiring the most exquisite sight he had ever beheld-the most private, tender sanctum of the grieving widow.
He traced her with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate.
”Ah!”
The cry tore from Kasumi’s throat as she lost all control.
Her hips bucked wildly, her smooth, pale thighs clamping around Aki’s neck in a desperate vice.
Aki looked up to see her gasping, her lips parted and her chest heaving, her breasts swaying like white-capped waves in a storm.
A profound sense of triumph swelled within him.
Kasumi’s skin was like porcelain, her silhouette flawless, lacking even a hint of excess.
He pushed her knees back toward her chest, leaving her most vulnerable places utterly exposed to his predatory gaze.
Kasumi, surrendered to the moment, reached down to hold her own legs, lifting herself off the sheets.
”Aki… mmm… please… don’t… like this… I’m dying of embarrassment…” said Kasumi.
Driven by a primal urge, Aki hooked his arms under her knees and pressed himself against her.
His Great Dragon¹, rigid and pulsing, ground against the sensitive petals of her flower.
Kasumi’s eyes went misty, her breath coming in ragged hitches as her adopted son teased her toward the edge.
”Ah… mmm… Little Aki, I want it… give it to me…”
Aki didn’t hesitate.
He guided his massive length to the crimson entrance of her Peach Source² and drove home in one powerful, fluid motion, burying himself deep within her heart.
The passage was incredibly narrow, but the abundance of her arousal allowed him to slide in smoothly.
Kasumi’s eyes snapped wide.
She felt the searing heat of the dragon’s head strike the very back of her Flower Palace³-a depth no man had ever reached before.
The sheer scale of him stole the air from her lungs.
It was only when he began to slowly withdraw that she found her voice again, a long, shimmering moan escaping her lips.
”It feels… so good… Little Aki… more…”
He began to rhythmically plow into her, the angle of her raised hips allowing him to strike her sweetest spot with every thrust.
The sensation of being filled so completely reached into the very marrow of her soul, drawing out a frantic, honeyed flow of nectar.
”So good… it’s beautiful… right to the bottom… ah! How can it… feel like this? Ah… yes… yes! I can’t… I’m going to break… I’m spilling over! Ah! You’re so good to me… too good!”
Her screams climbed in pitch, reaching a crescendo.
This was a level of ecstasy she had never experienced in all her years.
Charmed by her wanton display, Aki leaned down to stifle her cries with a kiss.
The widow, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, met his tongue with her own, their breaths mingling until they were both lightheaded.
He shifted his focus to her ear, nibbling the lobe and tracing the shell with his tongue before dipping inside.
It was the final straw for Kasumi’s composure.
A wave of electric tingles washed over her, and she clung to his broad back, her legs locking around his waist.
She thrust her hips back against him, the wet friction of their joining creating a rhythmic, rhythmic cadence that filled the room.
”Ah… I’m… going… I’m going again! Ah!”
A fresh torrent of heat erupted from deep within her Peach Source.
She slumped back, her limbs heavy and relaxed, her eyes half-closed as she watched Aki with a dazed, satisfied smile.
Aki’s desire only flared hotter at the sight.
”Sister Kasumi… how are you feeling?” Aki asked.
She gave a silken, breathless laugh.
”Hehe… Mama feels like she’s died and gone to heaven… You’re incredible, Little Aki… I’ve never known anything like this. I’ll never forget it…” said Kasumi.
Enchanted by her allure, Aki set his rhythm anew, his member driving into the nectar-slicked depths of her cave once more.
Every time he pulled back, a fresh wave of her arousal followed him out.
Kasumi had never known such bliss; she arched her back, offering her pale, rounded buttocks to him so he could drive even deeper.
She scratched at his skin, their combined sweat making them glisten in the lamplight.
The Great Dragon continued its relentless travel through her depths.
Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements, and Aki reached down to catch them, kneading the soft flesh.
The added stimulation sent Kasumi spiraling.
For a flickering moment, a sense of reality intruded.
She realized she had only just returned home, yet here she was, in a shameful tangle with her adopted son-the same boy involved with both of her daughters.
(How can I be so wanton? I just got home and I’m already doing this… and he’s still entangled with my daughters…)
She looked at him, and for a second, she resolved to end this madness after tonight.
But then, the Great Dragon crashed against her center again, the fire of it incinerating her resolve.
The widow, who had lived so long in a desert of affection, realized she was now addicted to the feeling of him filling her.
The mere thought of losing this sensation brought a cold ache of loneliness to her heart.
Her body revolted at the idea of resistance; why fight the handsome young man who brought her such life?
Aki saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes vanish, replaced by a total, glazed submission.
He knew he had conquered her.
He shifted his weight, putting his full strength into his final, heavy thrusts.
The room echoed with the frantic slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of their union.
Kasumi could no longer think.
She was being swept away to a carnal paradise, her gasps and moans mingling into a single, chaotic sound.
Pitiful as she was, she thrashed her head from side to side, her hands gripping his waist as her breasts swayed in a frantic rhythm.
Aki drove into her contracting depths over and over, pushing her through peak after peak of agonizing pleasure.
Suddenly, her lush body stiffened, a violent tremor racking her frame.
Her eyes rolled back, her muscles locking in one final, explosive climax.
Under the overwhelming weight of the sensation, Kasumi Takamine’s consciousness flickered and went dark, leaving her senseless in his arms.
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Summary:
Aki intensifies his physical conquest of Kasumi, pushing the widow beyond her psychological boundaries. Kasumi grapples with the betrayal of her daughters before her resolve is incinerated by pleasure. The encounter reaches a climactic peak where Kasumi’s consciousness fails under the intensity of Aki’s Great Dragon
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Trivia:
- The specific timeline of Kasumi’s return home prior to the encounter
- The specific physical sensation of the ‘Dragon’s Head’ hitting the ‘Flower Palace’ gat
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Character Insight:
Kasumi transitions from maternal hesitation and social guilt to a state of total, addictive biological submission, effectively ‘conquered’ by her adopted son.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Takamine – The Takamine family name is shared by widowed matriarch Kasumi and her daughters Ayame and Sayuri, with Aki, their adopted son, now reshaping the household’s dynamics. Once governed by silent tradition, the home now thrives under a liberal, emotionally charged atmosphere as Kasumi’s long-suppressed desires surface, intertwining with Aki’s growing influence and the revelation of magic, transforming the residence into both a sanctuary and the headquarters of his evolving organization.
• Kasumi – Kasumi Takamine, a tall early-forties widow with snow-white porcelain skin, light-brown wavy hair twisted back, and a voluptuous, mature figure, is the resilient matriarch of the Takamine household and mother to Ayame and Little Yuri. A gifted magic genius with latent sensuality, she returns from a six-month absence, her shy demeanor concealing deep guilt and forbidden desire for Aki—her long-time guardian whose union awakens Mana Affinity. Balancing corporate responsibilities, domestic oversight, and cultivation training, she navigates resignation and etiquette while engaging in intimate encounters with Aki, observed silently by her daughters.
• Aki – A tall, muscular sixteen-year-old adopted son of the Takamine household, with sharp features, broad black bat wings, a barbed tail, and crimson-flecked eyes, radiating dominant, predatory confidence. S-Rank peak Mana user and master of Dual Cultivation, he wields the Great Dragon and Little Aki abilities, strategically guiding and intimately engaging with Takamine Kasumi and her daughter Ayame through sexual cultivation that blends mentorship, emotional control, and physical dominance. Calm, weary, and sophisticated, he exudes magnetic authority, admiring legs and feet as symbols of his power, while mentoring Mittelt and Kalawarner, restoring the latter, and plotting to claim Issei’s Boosted Gear—all amid the tangled drama of his forbidden family bonds.
• Y – The first initial/part of the name Y Ddraig Goch.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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