Chapter 393 Obsession (Continued)*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Miyajima Tsubaki no longer had the capacity for coherent thought.
The world had narrowed to a single point of sensation—the relentless, perfect invasion of the Great Dragon, driving into her again and again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, taking her breath, taking her will, taking everything she thought she knew about herself.
How… how can it feel this good…?
She’d been with men before. She’d been married, had a child. She knew what sex was supposed to feel like.
But this…
This was something else entirely. Something beyond. Something that made her forget she was a mother, forget she was a respectable married woman, forget the shame of begging her daughter’s boyfriend to take her.
All that remained was the feeling.
The heat.
The fullness.
The need.
”Ah… ah… ah…”
Her voice broke with every thrust, a ragged, desperate sound that seemed to come from somewhere outside herself. She could hear it, faintly, like she was listening to another woman—some wanton, shameless creature who had possessed her body and thrown all pretense to the wind.
Aki’s rhythm was relentless. Not brutal, not rushed—just certain. Every stroke found its mark, every angle seemed calculated to drive her higher, further, deeper into a pit of pleasure from which there was no escape.
And worse—or better?—she didn’t want to escape.
”Tsubaki-san.” His voice was low, almost gentle, a stark contrast to the savage pleasure his body was visiting upon hers. “Look at your daughter.”
The words cut through her haze like a blade.
Her head turned, almost against her will, and she met the eyes of Miyajima Sakura.
Her daughter.
Her beautiful, innocent daughter.
Who was watching her mother being fucked senseless by her own boyfriend.
And who—Miyajima Tsubaki noticed with a jolt of something hot and forbidden—was touching herself.
Sakura’s fingers moved in time with Aki’s thrusts, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, her violet eyes locked onto the place where her mother and her boyfriend were joined.
The sight should have horrified her.
Should have broken her.
Should have snapped her out of this madness and sent her fleeing from the room in shame.
Instead, it sent a spike of pure, electric arousal straight through her core.
Oh… oh god…
She couldn’t look away.
She didn’t want to look away.
Her daughter was watching. Her daughter was aroused by watching. And that knowledge, twisted and wrong as it was, made everything feel a thousand times more intense.
”Good girl,” Aki murmured, his voice dripping with approval. “You like that, don’t you? Watching your daughter see what a whore her mother really is?”
The words were cruel. Degrading. Intentionally humiliating.
And they made Miyajima Tsubaki’s inner walls clench around the Great Dragon with a violence that surprised even her.
”Answer me, Tsubaki-san. Or I’ll stop.”
The threat was immediate and devastating.
”No!” The word tore from her throat, raw and desperate. “No, don’t stop… please… I… I like it… I like watching her watch me…”
The confession spilled out of her like a flood, unstoppable and damning.
Aki rewarded her honesty with a particularly deep thrust, grinding against the most sensitive spot inside her.
”Good. Then keep watching. Keep looking at your daughter while I fuck you.”
Miyajima Sakura watched, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
She should be disgusted.
She should be horrified.
She was watching her own mother get fucked by her boyfriend, and instead of feeling betrayed or angry or anything normal, she felt…
Hot.
So hot it was almost unbearable.
The way Aki’s body moved against her mother’s, the way the Great Dragon slid in and out of that familiar-yet-foreign flesh, the sounds her mother made—those broken, helpless, slutty sounds—
It was the most erotic thing Sakura had ever seen.
And she hated how much she loved it.
She hated the way her fingers moved without her permission, matching the rhythm of Aki’s thrusts, sliding against her own slick, aching folds.
She hated the way her body responded, the way her inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate for the same fullness her mother was enjoying.
She hated the way she imagined herself in her mother’s place.
But mostly, she hated the tiny, treacherous voice in the back of her mind that whispered: This is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
”Ah… ah… ah…”
Sakura heard herself making the same sounds as her mother, her voice joining the symphony of pleasure that filled the room.
Aki could feel both of them unraveling.
The mother’s walls were clenching and unclenching around him with barely controlled desperation, squeezing him with every thrust. The daughter’s gaze was burning into them, her arousal palpable even from across the room.
He’d had threesomes before. He’d had mother-daughter pairs before, if he was being honest with himself.
But this—this particular combination, this specific dynamic—was special.
There was something about Miyajima Tsubaki’s surrender that hit different. She wasn’t a young girl discovering her sexuality; she was a grown woman, a mother, someone who had built an entire identity around respectability and propriety—and here she was, on her hands and knees, begging her daughter’s boyfriend to use her like a toy.
And her daughter was watching.
Loving it.
The whole situation was so deliciously twisted that Aki couldn’t help but lean into it.
He reached around, gripping Tsubaki’s heavy breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers as he continued his rhythm.
”Tell me, Tsubaki-san… do you think about this? Do you think about your daughter’s boyfriend when you touch yourself at night?”
Her only response was a broken moan.
”I asked you a question.” He slowed his pace deliberately, just enough to make his displeasure known. “If you don’t answer, I’ll stop.”
”YES!” The word exploded out of her, desperate and immediate. “Yes, I… I think about you… I touch myself and… and I imagine…”
”Imagine what?”
”Imagine… imagine you’re the one touching me… that it’s your fingers inside me… that you’re…”
She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her face burned with shame, but her body betrayed her—squeezing him, milking him, begging him to continue.
”Good girl,” he praised, resuming his rhythm. “You’re honest, at least. That’s more than most people can say.”
He glanced over at Sakura, who had stopped her own ministrations to watch, completely enraptured.
”Sakura,” he said casually, as if they weren’t in the middle of fucking her mother, “come here.”
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, crawling closer on her knees until she was just inches away.
”Your mother has been a very good girl,” Aki continued, his voice calm and conversational. “I think she deserves a reward. Don’t you?”
Sakura’s throat worked, but no words came out.
”Kiss her,” Aki said. “Kiss your mother.”
Sakura froze.
Kiss her mother?
Her mother, who was currently bent over, naked, with Sakura’s boyfriend buried deep inside her?
Her mother, whose legs were spread wide, who was making sounds that Sakura had never imagined could come from a human being?
Her mother, who was looking at her with eyes so full of desperate, hungry need that it made Sakura’s stomach clench with… with…
She didn’t know what she felt. Disgust? Arousal? Fear? Fascination?
All of it. Maybe all of it.
”Aki…” she started, her voice barely a whisper.
”Don’t think,” he interrupted gently. “Just feel. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? You want to make your mother happy, don’t you?”
It was manipulation. She knew it was manipulation.
But her body didn’t care.
She leaned forward, heart pounding, and pressed her lips to her mother’s.
The kiss was tentative at first. Hesitant. Awkward.
But then Tsubaki moaned into her mouth, her lips parting, and something shifted.
Sakura felt her mother’s tongue touch hers—tentative, questioning, pleading—and she answered without thinking, deepening the kiss, tasting her mother’s mouth for the first time.
It was strange. Wrong. Forbidden.
And absolutely electric.
When they finally broke apart, both women were panting, faces flushed, eyes wide with shock and arousal.
Aki watched them both, a slow smile spreading across his face.
”Good girls,” he said approvingly. “Very good girls.”
Then he resumed his rhythm, driving into Tsubaki with renewed vigor as she collapsed against the tatami, her mind completely lost to pleasure.
Sakura knelt beside them, watching, her fingers finding their way back to her aching core.
And the room filled once more with the sounds of pleasure—wet, obscene, and utterly shameless.
Notes:
• Miyajima Tsubaki – A poised, breathtakingly beautiful married woman in her late 30s with violet hair in a scorpion-tail braid, flawless skin, and a voluptuous figure dressed in a thin lavender sweater and tight jeans. The wife of Miyajima Sosuke and mother of Sakura, she has been sexually unfulfilled for nine years. Currently under desire-heightening hypnosis, she craves Aki, torn between divorcing her husband.
• Miyajima – The Miyajima family—Sakura, Sosuke, and Tsubaki—are linked to a controversial past student-teacher incident. While they share a surname, the nature of their outward appearances and interpersonal dynamics remains deeply colored by the shadow of this history, which continues to define their identity and complex relationships with those around them.
• Tsubaki – Shinra Tsubaki, Sona Sitri’s stoic, glasses-wearing Queen and Student Council VP, is a black-winged Devil who assists in the battle’s aftermath. As Sousuke’s loyal wife and Sakura’s mother, she balances maternal devotion with a playful, jealous side. A key link to Aki with a shared dual cultivation history, she monitors Rating Games, masking vulnerability behind fierce loyalty.
• Aki – The silver-haired Red Dragon Emperor and King-status devil is a powerful, pragmatic strategist with an otherworldly constitution. Balancing a sealed, god-tier power with a self-aware “pure love” persona, he navigates his role as a protagonist while confidently managing a growing harem. He maintains intimate, teasing, and assertive relationships with Yanagi, Uzaki Hana, and her mother, Tsuki.
• Miyajima Sakura – Miyajima Sakura is a tall, striking Aie Academy upperclassman with pale lavender hair in a high ponytail, jade-white skin, and a busty build. As the master of Miyajima Dojo and daughter of Tsubaki and Sosuke, this kendo prodigy possesses skills surpassing her father. Unaware of the supernatural, she shares a loving, submissive relationship and Dual Cultivation with her younger-brother figure Aki.
• Sakura – An Aisu Academy third-year and kendo prodigy with the Sword Heart talent, Miyajima Sakura surpassed her father, Sousuke. Wearing a navy blazer and red hakama, she possesses a sharp lack of hesitation and lethal decisiveness in combat. She manages Aki’s organization, lives with him like a younger brother despite his predatory nature, practices Dual Cultivation, and actively seeks his attention.
• Y – The first initial/part of the name Y Ddraig Goch.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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