"Is it just the three of us today?"
Alex glanced around his house. Ever since he had accelerated down the path of debauchery, the place had always been noisy, filled with the constant chatter and bustling energy of a crowd of beautiful girls. Now, with only Auntie Natsumi and Anri Shirojo present, the sudden quiet felt strange to him.
"For some reason, I feel a bit lonely," Alex said, propping his leg up on a chair and hugging his knee. He gave a melancholic look to the beautiful mature woman bringing out the food. "It feels like they've all abandoned me~"
"Alex, since when did you become so sentimental?" Natsumi Obata unbuttoned her apron and walked over, cupping the boy's face in her hands. She kissed him softly, then gave him a gentle smile. "You know that's impossible. How could they ever leave you?"
"I know, I'm just talking," Alex said, sliding his arms around her slender waist. He grabbed the two firm, rounded mounds of her buttocks from behind, indulging in the weight of her mature charm. Her flesh was so plump and elastic that it spilled through his fingers; with a slight squeeze, he could press deep into her richness.
As Alex kneaded and shook her, it was like playing with two soft, white buns. Under his expert touch and high-level technique, Natsumi found herself becoming helpless with desire from the manipulation of her rear alone.
Her body trembled, her strength failing. Her thick, shapely thighs rubbed together in a rhythmic shudder. Natsumi realized her body had become incredibly sensitive—just being touched and stroked by Alex like this was enough to make her soaking wet.
Alex had developed her body thoroughly.
Outside the bedroom, Natsumi was a gentle, traditional housewife. On the bed, she transformed into a lewd, erotic wife, a literal succubus who feasted on a man's essence. But this side of her only appeared for Alex; he held the key to her wanton desires.
And right now, that switch was flipped to "On."
The food on the table smelled delicious, but the red-haired woman leaning against him—hair stuck to her damp forehead, face flushed, and bangs disheveled—was far more appetizing. Alex slid his hand under her skirt, expertly finding his way into her panties.
"Mmm... A-Alex..."
Natsumi slumped forward, leaning against his chest. Her eyes were watery, her lips trembling, and her breath heavy. "Wait... let's... let's eat first~"
"I'd much rather feast on you, Auntie," Alex said, though he suddenly withdrew his fingers and wiped the moisture off. "But you're right. The main course should be saved for the end. In the meantime, I can sample some appetizers."
The familiar fingers left her garden. Natsumi felt a wave of relief mixed with a hollow sense of disappointment; her body was craving more. She patted her burning cheeks, cursed her own lewdness, and asked, "What appetizers?"
She pulled out a chair and sat next to Alex, casting a shy, embarrassed glance at the maid standing behind him. "What do you want to eat, Alex?"
"Let's start with a long-overdue taste of your milk," Alex said, licking his lips. "No problem with that, right?"
"Mmm..."
How could she refuse him? Besides, even though it was shameful, she was more than willing to provide. Natsumi unbuttoned her blouse, letting her black lace bra fall away. Her two snow-white breasts sprang free, bouncing with heavy elasticity.
Alex flicked a nipple, making the pink bud quiver. Natsumi gasped, her mouth falling open.
"Miss Anri, don't just stand there. Come and join us," Alex said, waving to the maid. Anri Shirojo bit her lip, her expression calm on the surface, though her eyes betrayed a hint of awkwardness.
Gazing at Natsumi's smooth skin and those perfectly shaped, perky breasts—not monstrously huge, but perfectly suited to her frame—Anri felt a strange urge to touch them herself.
Anri didn't speak. She nodded and sat on Alex's other side. The silver-haired girl paused for a moment, then looked down as her maid uniform slipped off. In the next second, her flawless, jade-like naked body was fully exposed to Alex.
Her heavy chest bounced with youthful vitality.
"You're..." Alex hadn't even said anything yet, but she had stripped voluntarily. He met her wavering gaze and smirked. "Anri, you're getting more and more skilled at this. You really look the part of a personal maid now."
He picked up a piece of beef and held it to her lips. "A reward from your master. Open up—"
The silver-haired girl stared at him, then slowly opened her mouth to accept the feeding, unable to meet his eyes.
"Alex, you really are..." Natsumi rested her chin on her hand, admiring Anri's beauty. In the past, she might have felt insecure next to such a vibrant girl, but thanks to Alex's constant "watering," her own body was back at its peak. Her skin was just as smooth and fine as the teenager's.
"Alex, you eat too. Ahhh~"
She cut a piece of steak and moved it toward his mouth. Just as he was about to bite, he flicked it onto her spotless, white breast.
"Ah!" Natsumi jumped.
"Auntie Natsumi, don't let it fall. Clamp it tight with your tits, or there will be a punishment."
"Eh? E-eeeek!"
She hurriedly squeezed her arms together, using her cleavage to catch the steak. As she reached to pick it up, Alex stopped her. "No hands. Just like this... I'm digging in."
"Alex, you... mmm!"
Natsumi turned bright red as he buried his face in her cleavage, cupping the underside of her breasts while his tongue licked the steak off her skin. It was incredibly erotic and itchy.
So lewd! So dirty! she thought. But...
"Delicious," Alex said, looking up with a grin. "It tastes like your milk, Natsumi."
"..."
"Natsumi, I'm thirsty."
"Alex, you always come up with new tricks," Natsumi said, completely surrendering. She leaned back, cupping her own breast and offering the pink, erect nipple to his lips. "Drink then."
Her helpless gaze was filled with pure indulgence.