The walk to Chiyo's room felt like an eternity as Haruto's touch set her skin on fire. She silently looked at Haruto, he looked more mature than she realized with a larger build and wider shoulders than she remembered.
'No, he won't do anything, he is a good boy.'
Chiyo's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she recalled memories of the past. She used to cradle Haruto in her arms, changing his diaper, soothing him to sleep.
That small, fragile boy had grown into a man—taller, stronger, and commanding. The thought of him, now so powerful and imposing, made her shudder.
If he ever wanted to force something on her, she knew she wouldn't stand a chance.
As they reached her room, Chiyo quickly let go of his grip, rushing to open the door.
Desperation fueled her movements, and she tried to close it behind her, hoping to create distance.
But Haruto, with swift reflexes, caught the door just before it could shut, his hand firmly gripping the edge.
"Aren't you a little bit ungrateful to me, Mother? Why don't you welcome me inside your room?"
Haruto asked, his voice deep and unyielding, as he pushed the door slightly open, his strength effortlessly overpowering her attempts.
"Ah… ah… Haruto, you can't do this! I'm your stepmother!"
Chiyo's voice wavered as she spun around, using her back to press against the door, trying to keep it shut.
Her legs trembled as she put all her weight against it, hoping to keep him out.
But Haruto was far stronger. With a single powerful push, the door swung open, causing her to stumble, her balance thrown off.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the fall, but it never came. His hand shot out, catching her by the arm just before she hit the ground and turned her body around.
Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself face-to-face with him, their bodies mere inches apart.
His hand gripped her arm firmly, yet gently, while his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
While Haruto felt Chiyo's body pressed tightly against him, her soft, full breasts molding into his chest.
His foot rested between her legs, and his knee brushed deliberately against her wet pussy, making her shudder and gasp.
"Ugghh… Haruto," she moaned, her voice dripping with need.
Her breath was hot against his skin, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the scent of sex heavy between them—an intoxicating mix of desperation and longing, like a woman starved for touch.
Every little sign of her desire made his cock throb painfully.
Without breaking eye contact, Haruto guided Chiyo's trembling hand downward until her fingers met his hard dick.
His lips curled into a teasing smirk as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Can you feel it, Mother?" he murmured, voice low and commanding. "This is all because of you… you'll need to take responsibility."
['Whispering Allure' skill automatically activated!]
[All host attributes increased by 10%. This will heavily influence the target's decision-making.]
[ERS would decrease by 5 every minute.]
[Note: The host can deactivate the skill at any time.]
Haruto's smirk deepened as the familiar sound of the system chimed in his mind.
'Finally,' he thought. He had forgotten about the new skill he hadn't tested until now.
Chiyo's eyes widened as she felt the hard penis pulsing in her hand. The sheer size of him, the way it twitched at her hesitant touch—it sent shivers down her spine.
Her mind raced, imagining that same length inside her, stretching her, overwhelming her, destroying her. Her resolve faltered, her breath hitching in her throat.
'No! I can't, this is my stepson cock!'
'Get ahead of yourself, Chiyo.'
Haruto's knee continued to brush against her pussy, the friction both tantalizing and maddening, making her tremble.
She let out a soft moan, unable to control herself any longer. "Nnghh~ Haruto…"
Her body quivered, her lip caught between her teeth as she fought the overwhelming urge to let go.
But even with all her will, she was already teetering on the edge.
[Ding!]
[Target's Libido Percentage: 100%]
[Seduction Resistance: 45/100]
[Mental Manipulation Resistance: 55/100]
[The target is highly aroused! Now is your chance to push her further!]
Haruto grinned devilishly, his gaze dropping to his stepmother's face. Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed with lust, met his.
Her lips were plump, red from biting down, her expression betraying her desperate need. She was trying so hard to hold back, but her body betrayed her, rocking subtly in rhythm with his knee as she sought more of the friction she craved.
"Haa… You really are a pervert, Mother."
Haruto teased, pressing his knee harder into her. Her body jolted, and a sharp cry escaped her lips.
"Aaaahhhhnnnn!!! I-It's not like that!" Chiyo's voice was shaky, a flimsy attempt at denial.
"Ah… I see," He hummed, stepping back with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "What a shame… I guess I'll be going, then."
Chiyo's heart sank as he pulled away, the sudden absence of his touch making her cunt feel empty.
Her body ached for him, her mind filled with the maddening thought of what his cock would feel like inside her, stretching her to the limit.
But still, Haruto was her stepson, her nephew. She couldn't do that to her sister, they couldn't be together.
'No, I can't. But I want it so much…'
She brushed her knee in desperation, wanting to feel that pleasure again but no use. She needs him.
'It's fine if it's just a little, right? It's fine, it's just for this time!'
As Haruto turned to leave, Chiyo's breath quickened. Desperation won. She rushed toward him, her fingers wrapping around his hand in a shaky grip.
"Please… don't go," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
'Sister will understand.' she thought, tried to justify her doing.
Haruto smirked, knowing this moment would come. He turned to her, a playful glint in his eyes.
"And why shouldn't I? What is it you want, Mother?"
Her face flushed a deeper red, her eyes downcast, too ashamed to meet his gaze.
She swallowed hard, her grip tightening on his hand as she struggled to speak the words. "I… I want you to make me feel good. Please… make me cum."
Her voice was barely a whisper, her whole body trembling with the weight of her shame and desire.
Haruto's grin widened at her admission, his eyes darkened with lust. "Well, well, well… As a good son, I suppose that's my duty to satisfy my lonely Mother." He stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"But…" He paused, his fingers trailing to the zipper of his pants.
With a deliberate motion, he pulled it down, letting his thick, hard cock spring free. He gazed down at her with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
"Isn't it only fair that you do the same for me?"
Chiyo's breath hitched as she stared at his cock, the sight alone making her knees weak.
Haruto stepped closer, holding her gaze. "Suck my cock, Mother," he commanded softly, "and I'll give you exactly what you want."