At the Swimming Club.
"Good work, everyone. Stay safe on your way home."
"Yes!"
The beautiful club president, clad in a tight-fitting swimsuit that showcased her incredible figure, announced the dismissal. The members of the swimming club left in small groups, chatting and laughing. After changing in the locker room, Hana Uzaki and Ethan walked out of the school gates arm in arm.
"Ethan, come over to my place for dinner tonight," the girl said, her bright eyes wide with hope as she looked at him. "It seems Kiri's friends and my dad's friends are coming over. Since there will be so many people anyway, one more won't make a difference."
Hana was currently in the peak of a passionate romance; she wished she could spend all twenty-four hours of the day glued to Ethan. If her family allowed it, she would have moved into Ethan's villa immediately to indulge in nightly festivities. Even if Fujio Uzaki agreed, Ethan couldn't spend every night exclusively with her, so the current frequency of one overnight stay per week was just right.
Having been tempered by his relationship with Hana, Ethan no longer jumped to conclusions or imagined human tragedies at every turn. He viewed the news of the Uzaki father and son having guests over quite normally.
"That many people?" Ethan paused, then agreed. He had eaten at the Uzaki house quite often lately. Initially, Fujio was a bit reluctant, but after realizing that Ethan always brought high-quality, rare ingredients, his attitude shifted completely. Whether Fujio ate them himself didn't matter, but the three growing children in the house needed the nutrition. While the Uzaki sisters certainly didn't lack nourishment—their erotic figures were proof of that—Fujio naturally wanted them to have the best.
Following his routine, Ethan went home to grab some fresh, organic ingredients before heading to the Uzaki residence with Hana. Since there were many guests, Tsuki had started preparing dishes early, so his ingredients couldn't be used immediately.
Before they even opened the door, they could hear the lively noise from within. Being the last to arrive, their entrance immediately drew everyone's attention. Ethan greeted everyone calmly, holding Hana's hand without reservation as he walked over to the sexy housewife in her apron.
"Auntie Tsuki, I'm intruding again."
Small beads of sweat glistened on Tsuki's fair forehead. She naturally took the ingredients from Ethan. "Ethan, you and Hana go ahead and eat. I'll be done in a moment."
Scanning the room, Ethan saw the kitchen was under control, so he sat down with Hana next to Yanagi. The guest list consisted of three middle-aged men from Fujio's gym and two of Kiri's classmates. Including Ethan and the Uzakis, there were eleven people in total. Naturally, they split into small social circles: Fujio's group drank and bragged, while Kiri and his friends sat with Yanagi. The two boys clearly had a crush on Yanagi but were too shy to talk to her, leaving the beautiful middle-schooler feeling bored until Ethan and Hana joined her.
Eventually, Tsuki brought out the last two dishes and, after a moment's hesitation, chose to sit with her daughters. Her mature charm was immense; the eyes of both the middle-aged men and the boys followed her every move. When the other men realized that the only three women in the room—all world-class beauties—were clustered around Ethan, forming their own little circle, a wave of jealousy and malice began to brew.
Ethan sensed the malice but ignored it until the alcohol took hold of the guests. As the party wound down, a bald, muscular man, stumbling and drunk, approached Ethan.
"Hey, kid... you're Hana-chan's boyfriend, right? As her uncle, I need to test if you have the strength to protect her..."
The others joined in the provocation. Ethan, tired of the nonsense, simply threw a punch into the wall. With a sickening crunch, his entire forearm vanished into the concrete. Plaster and brick dust rained down as he withdrew his fist.
"Do you still want to test me?" Ethan asked calmly. If he hadn't been worried about scaring the Uzaki women, he could have leveled the entire wall.
The drunkards sobered up instantly. The two schoolboys turned pale with fright. No one dared to speak until Tsuki broke the tension. "Ethan, don't be angry. They've just had too much to drink."
The guests scrambled to leave, offering frantic excuses. Once they were gone, Ethan carried the passed-out Fujio to the bedroom and returned to help the women clean up. Kiri, terrified by the punch, had already hidden in his room.
The atmosphere among the four remaining was strange. They knew Ethan was strong and wealthy, but the sheer inhuman power he displayed was beyond their comprehension. Once the living room was tidy, Tsuki summoned her courage.
"Ethan, let the girls finish up. Come with me for a moment."
"Of course, Auntie Tsuki."
Ethan followed her to the second floor. She led him into the furthest room—Yanagi's bedroom, which was the largest and best-insulated in the house. As soon as they entered and the light flickered on, Ethan closed the door firmly. Tsuki's heart skipped a beat when she didn't hear the lock click, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment.
Ethan didn't miss her expression. He was done suppressing his desires. Before she could even speak, he went for the "A"—the aggressive approach.
"Mmmph..."
He pressed his lips against hers. Her silver-gray hair, tied in a low ponytail, draped over her chest. The elegant, mature MILF widened her eyes in shock, her mind going blank. Seeing her lack of resistance, Ethan pressed her against the wall, his kiss growing deeper and more forceful.
Tsuki felt a wave of heat and Ethan's masculine scent. She tried to squirm away, but Ethan forced his tongue past her teeth, invading her mouth.