"Brother, how long till the food is ready?"
Haruka asked impatiently, her eyes drifting from her phone to where Haruto was busy at the counter, chopping vegetables with swift, deliberate motions.
From her seat, she could only see his back, the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board mixed with the faint sizzle from the stove.
Another strange sound seemed to come from the kitchen, but it was muffled by the cooking noises.
"Just a little longer... be patient," Haruto replied, his voice tight, though he didn't turn around.
His grip on the knife tightened as he diced the carrots and onions a little more aggressively.
"Fine," Haruka muttered, shrugging as she shifted her attention back to her phone, scrolling lazily through her feed.
As soon as Haruka looked away, Haruto bent down slightly, lowering his voice. "You hear that, Mother? If you don't finish soon, we're going to have a problem."
"Mmmph… Nnngh…"
Chiyo could only respond with muffled moans, her mouth full of his cock.
Haruto's hand gripped her hair, his fingers twisting through the strands as he thrust her head forward.
"You've got to do it like this to satisfy me. Then, I'll give you what you want," he muttered, guiding her rhythm faster.
Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto the floor as her lips stretched around him.
Haruto's breath hitched, his tip hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. Her mouth tightened and convulsed around him, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, making it hard for him to stop.
"Fuck… your mouth feels like a pussy, Mother." he groaned, gripping her head harder.
"You love this, don't you? Sucking me off in front of your daughter like the little slut you are."
Chiyo moaned again, her mouth working hungrily as if she was starved for him, her lips moving with greedy desperation.
The system had stripped her of any self-restraint, leaving her helpless under his control, unable to resist even his most degrading commands.
Her hands clutched at his legs, fingers curling as she bobbed her head faster, feeling every ridge, every vein of his cock in her mouth.
Her own arousal grew, the heat between her legs impossible to ignore. She slipped her hand down, fingers brushing over her soaked panties before dipping into her folds.
"Ugghh…. Ngghhh…. Mmnnn…"
Her moans became needier, muffled by his cock as she fingered herself, but it wasn't enough.
She needed his cock inside her, and the ache only grew stronger with each passing second.
Haruto's grip on her hair tightened as he felt Chiyo's tongue swirl around his shaft, sending waves of heat through his body.
He looked down at her, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him, saliva gleaming on her lips
Looking at her like that makes him become more horny.
"Ahhh, Mother, if you keep moaning like that, we will get caught," he smirked, looking at her eyes panicked a little bit.
Her muffled whimpers vibrated against his skin, only driving him closer to the edge.
Haruto's breathing quickened, his hips thrusting in sync with the movements of her head.
He could feel the familiar tension building deep inside him, tightening with each motion of her mouth.
His fingers dug into her scalp, and he leaned over her, his voice a hushed whisper. "Just like that, Mother… don't stop…"
With a sharp gasp, he thrust into her mouth one last time, his climax crashing over him in waves.
He groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure pulsed through him, filling Chiyo's mouth.
Chiyo's eyes widened slightly as she felt him release, his cock twitching between her lips.
She swallowed quickly, sucking down every drop as her body shook with her own pent-up need.
But it wasn't enough for her. She craved more—needed more.
However, they couldn't continue, Haruto's body stiffened as his father's slurred voice filled the room, cutting through the tense silence.
"Is the food not ready yet? Hurry up, useless!"
Akihito staggered into the living room, his steps unsteady from alcohol. He threw himself onto the sofa, letting out a sigh of contempt.
Haruto's grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles white. He exchanged a brief glance with Chiyo, who remained quiet, waiting until the moment passed.
She discreetly rose from beneath the kitchen counter, her eyes avoiding Akihito as she helped Haruto finish preparing dinner.
As they quietly placed the food on the dining table, Haruto felt the familiar knot of frustration tightening in his chest.
They all waited, as always, for Akihito to sit before they could eat.
It was a routine that made his skin crawl—being the one who worked tirelessly for their livelihood while his father remained the commanding presence as if they all still had to respect him.
His mood soured further as he glanced at Akihito, slumped in his chair, shoveling food into his mouth with barely any acknowledgment.
'I need to get rid of him from this house at some point.' His mind raced with anger. 'That man is unbearable.'
Haruto's respect for his father had withered away long ago. Akihito's descent into alcoholism, his abuse, and the horror of how he dared to even lay hands on Haruka—those memories haunted Haruto.
He couldn't stand the fact that this man still held power over them, a power born not out of love or leadership, but out of fear.
'Why did he even leave this house in the first place?'
Haruto's mind burned with resentment as they sat in the suffocating silence, waiting for the moment when he could act.