"I'm so sorry, I'll keep cleaning. Please don't hit me."
Chiyo raised her hands defensively, shielding her head out of reflex, her voice trembling with fear.
"Stop slacking off and do your job, you useless bitch!"
Akihito snarled, his hand gripping her hair so tightly that Chiyo was forced onto her tiptoes, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she flinched.
Her fingers instinctively reached up, gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to free herself.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper, shaking with fear. "I won't do it again, I promise…"
"You always say that and yet you never learn!"
Akihito raised his hand to strike her, but before the blow could land, Haruto jumped down the stairs and frantically ran toward them, catching his father's arm mid-swing with a firm, unyielding grip.
"Let go of her, Dad."
Haruto's voice was cold, dangerously calm, his green eyes locked onto his father's in a piercing glare. There was no mistaking the menace in his tone.
Akihito sneered, struggling against his son's grip. "Or what? What the hell are you gonna do, you little shit?"
He tried to wrench his arm free, but Haruto's hold tightened, his strength evident as he twisted his father's arm just enough to send a sharp pain shooting up his limb.
"ARGHHH! LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!"
With a yelp of pain, Akihito's free hand released Chiyo's hair, causing her to collapse to the floor in a heap. She immediately cradled her head, her body trembling with shock.
While Haruto kept his eyes locked on his father, not flinching as the older man raised his other hand in an attempt to strike.
But before Akihito could even swing, he twisted his arm harder, causing a sickening crack.
"GAHH! LET GO OF ME!"
He screeched, his face contorted in agony. His voice echoed through the room as he struggled to pull away, but his son was relentless.
Just as he was about to apply more pressure, Haruto felt a gentle tug on his leg.
Looking down, he saw Chiyo kneeling beside him, her tear-filled eyes pleading with him to stop.
"Please... Haruto... Don't..."
Her soft voice broke through the haze of anger, and he hesitated.
With a deep breath, he released his father, who immediately recoiled, clutching his injured arm as he stumbled backward, falling onto the floor.
"You... you're gonna regret this... you little shit..." Akihito muttered, curling into a ball as he cradled his arm.
Ignoring him, Haruto knelt beside Chiyo, his expression softening as he focused on her.
"Are you okay?" His voice was gentle now, filled with concern as he offered her his hand.
Chiyo, still shaken, reached for his hand, her own trembling as she let him pull her up.
"Thank you," she whispered, though her voice wavered.
"Come on, let me help you back to your room," He said, his grip firm but careful as he helped steady her.
But as they started to walk, her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed again, only for Haruto to catch her, pulling her close against him.
Their bodies pressed together, and for a brief moment, Chiyo's breath hitched. She could feel his warmth against her, and her body, still sensitive from earlier, responded to his touch in ways she couldn't control.
Embarrassed, she tried to pull away. "I... I can walk on my own."
But Haruto held her firmly, refusing to let go. "No, you can't." His breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in, his voice low and teasing.
"I know what you were really doing while cleaning the table, Mother. You were getting off, weren't you? You pervert."
Her face flushed red, her heart pounding at his words.
"I-I wasn't..."
She stammered, trying to deny it, but the way he looked at her, with that knowing smirk, made her feel like she had been caught red-handed.
"Don't lie to me," Haruto whispered, his lips licking her ear as his hand slid lower, teasingly grazing the hem of her skirt.
"I can tell you're still wet under those short skirts."
"Or do you want me to show it to your husband of how a pervert you are?"
His shoulder moved as his face turned behind to see his father still groaning on the floor.
Chiyo, following his gaze becoming pale, gulped, thinking she didn't have any choice but to agree to whatever he wanted to do.
"Haruto..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "What do you want?"
Haruto chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he pulled her even closer.
"Let's head to your room," he said, his tone laced with amusement.
"I think we both know what's going to happen next."
Chiyo nodded, too flustered to meet her son's gaze, as they walked slowly together, her body still felt hot in his touch, she was so desperate for sex, that she thought she had become crazy.
Especially imagining what he would do in her room. No, not only her room, it was his husband's room, which means that it was his father's room too.
Haruto kept one arm firmly around her waist, his smirk widening as he glanced at the system screen that flashed before him.
[Ding!]
[Condition fulfilled.]
[New Quest Available!]
[Quest: Lonely Married Woman - Part II]
[Description: After using the 'Pocket Pussy', Chiyo Hayase is now highly sensitive. Her Libido has surged, making this the perfect moment to escalate your interaction.]
[Objective: Perform oral sex on the target and ensure both you and the target reach climax.]
[Rewards: 500 EXP, 10.000 Sex Coins, 3 Aphrodisiac potions.]
[Time Limit: 3 hours 59 minutes.]