Michiko Kurogane's wish was almost exactly the same as Tomoko Suzuki's, which matched Yuu Hoshimiya's estimation.
As for how to fulfill this condition, he had already made a plan.
It was simple: be direct and tell Moroha everything.
This might increase the difficulty of the conquest, but contracting Michiko was more important.
Moroha and Michiko had depended on each other for years. As her daughter, Moroha understood Michiko's suffering.
Especially as she grew older, the girl gradually understood the loneliness and isolation of an empty room.
She couldn't accept becoming one of Yuu's wings, but her impression of Yuu wasn't bad.
If her mother sought Yuu to relieve her loneliness, Moroha wouldn't object.
Yuu planned to tell Moroha directly because he had noticed her favorable impression of him at the café.
But sometimes, plans can't keep up with changes.
Yuu and Shizuka Hattori had arrived at 1:00 PM, but between chatting, guiding the conversation, and two rounds of intense battle, the last rays of the setting sun had unknowingly faded away.
As darkness fell, Moroha, having finished her Kendo Club activities, returned to their small villa.
Wearing her school uniform, carrying her bamboo sword on her back, and with her long, slender legs clad in black thigh-high socks and white canvas shoes, Moroha naturally opened the front door.
"I'm home."
The girl bent down to change her shoes, speaking out of habit.
But unlike usual, she didn't hear her mother's gentle response.
Changing into slippers and walking into the living room, she found it pitch black instead of bright and welcoming.
Turning on the lights, Moroha subconsciously looked for her mother.
But after searching the first floor, she saw no one.
As for Michiko going out unexpectedly...
While changing shoes, the girl had already noticed that none of her mother's shoes were missing.
Not only that, but there were two pairs of unfamiliar shoes.
A pair of black sneakers and a pair of wooden clogs. Judging by the sizes, they belonged to a man and a woman—likely visitors.
Wait, those black sneakers looked familiar; she seemed to have seen them somewhere today.
And there were half-finished tea and snacks on the coffee table.
So, no matter how she thought about it, Moroha didn't think her mother had gone out.
Thus, even though she suspected Michiko was in the bedroom on the second floor, the girl subconsciously went to look for her.
However, compared to before, her movements became much lighter.
As a genius kendo girl, Moroha's senses were sharp. As soon as she reached the second floor, she smelled a rich, slightly sweet, and metallic scent.
It was faint at first, but as she approached her mother's bedroom door, it became stronger.
She frowned involuntarily, covering her nose.
"Cough, cough. What is this smell... it's so strange."
The inexperienced girl couldn't understand the meaning of the scent, but her body instinctively reacted to it.
A flush of crimson quietly appeared on her pale cheeks, her slender legs pressed slightly together, and fluid began to seep from her core, adding a sticky wetness to her body that had just been washed clean after kendo practice.
Strangely, she didn't call out again. Her already light movements became even quieter; she even took off her slippers.
Exposing her small feet wrapped in seductive black cotton thigh-highs, she tiptoed across the second floor like a thief.
Following the strange scent, the girl arrived at her mother's closed bedroom door.
Leaning forward, through the wood and the cracks, the strange smell became more pronounced.
At the same time, along with the heat-inducing scent, strange moans reached the girl's ears.
Moroha froze for a moment but quickly realized what was happening.
She was seventeen, old enough to marry legally in Japan.
Whether through health education classes at school or the rich variety of information online, the girl possessed complete and mature physiological knowledge.
So, she immediately associated the sounds with something improper.
"That voice is Mom... and Yuu-kun!"
Moroha suddenly remembered whose familiar shoes those were. But besides their voices, with her sharp senses, she seemed to detect a third person's presence in the room.
Unsurprisingly, it likely belonged to the owner of the wooden clogs.
The blush on her face deepened. She should have pushed the door open right then, but she swallowed hard. Not knowing whether it was fear or anticipation, she pressed her ear against the door like a thief, wanting to hear the sounds inside more clearly.
"Moroha-chan, you're back."
The door suddenly opened, causing the girl to stumble. Yuu stood there, smiling at the beautiful girl with the flushed face and heavy breathing.
He had just been thinking about when to find Moroha and explain everything directly, when the next second, he sensed a familiar presence at the door.
After a brief communication with Michiko, under his firm attitude, the beautiful woman, whose mind hadn't fully returned, agreed to his bold move—open the door and let the facts speak for themselves.
Perhaps the shock would be a bit much for Moroha; the scene in the room was a bit too stimulating for a pure girl.
Not only "one dragon and two phoenixes," but one of them was her own mother.
But to Yuu and Michiko's surprise, Moroha accepted it faster than expected.
Perhaps she had already guessed something, and Yuu's words in the morning had prepared her.
The girl looked at Yuu's lean, muscular body, her gaze involuntarily drifting downward.
As that ferocious, exaggerated instrument entered her vision, her full, rounded chest heaved uncontrollably.
"Yuu-kun, failing to confess to me, did you decide to go after my mother instead?"
Moroha tried hard to control her gaze and emotions, maintaining her reserve as she turned the tables with a question.
Yuu chuckled, offering an apology with little sincerity.
"That's my fault. I didn't make it clear this morning. I intended to date both you and your mother from the start."
"You!"
The girl scowled, about to scold him, but seeing the satisfied smile on her mother's face in the room, she held back.
Seeing this, Yuu became more confident about contracting Michiko.
"Moroha-chan, you should know how hard it's been for Auntie Michiko all these years. I hope you can agree to our relationship."
Michiko, limp on the bed and daring not look at the door, pricked up her ears.
She was happy and satisfied now, hoping to stay with Yuu forever.
But if her daughter objected, she would try hard to restrain herself, treat this as an accident, and return to her calm but lonely life.
The girl looked at the handsome young man before her, thinking of what had just happened in the room, and felt inexplicably angry.
"Don't call me so intimately! We aren't even friends yet!"
Yuu shrugged. "Don't be like that. After all, I'm now the closest person to Auntie Michiko besides you."
If Moroha didn't object, it would be like this from now on.
Moroha didn't know where her annoyance came from; she just didn't want Yuu to be smug.
But thinking of her mother, the girl ultimately didn't say the emotionally charged words.
She looked away, trying not to look at Yuu's distracting naked body and the erotic scene in the room.
"I won't object, and I have no reason to. I just hope you won't let my mother down."
Moroha had no feelings for her biological father, Kenjuro Kurogane; at one point, she even wanted to kill him for "revenge."
Even after the misunderstanding was resolved, she didn't feel a shred of affection for the irresponsible father, only ceasing to view him as an enemy.
"Auntie Michiko, did you hear that? Moroha-chan agreed."
Yuu turned back to the room and shouted, receiving a muffled response.
Although the voice was muffled, everyone present could hear the joy and relief in it.
"Then that's it. I'll..."
With the matter settled, Moroha wanted to leave. If she stayed any longer, she wasn't sure she could maintain her current attitude.
Words can lie, but the body cannot.
The stickiness between her legs became more pronounced; she even felt liquid flowing down her thighs.
As for the blush on her pretty face, it had long since spread, dyeing her swan-like white neck red.
But arriving was easy; leaving wasn't so simple.
Yuu's senses were many times sharper than Moroha's. Even in the dim corridor, the changes in the girl's body couldn't escape his eyes.
Contracting Michiko now and slowly working toward the mother-daughter bowl later was the safest and most reliable method.
Even if the mother-daughter plan failed, Michiko would at least be successfully contracted.
But since he had discovered Moroha's condition, Yuu couldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.
He liked being safe, but that didn't mean he dared not take risks.
Besides, this hardly qualified as a risk.
Previously, he always conquered the daughter first, then approached the lonely, empty mature wife.
This solidified his thinking, and he planned to do the same with Michiko and Moroha.
But in this moment, Yuu realized something.
Why couldn't he use the mother to lure the daughter in reverse?
Watching the girl turn to flee, Yuu reached out and grabbed her creamy white wrist.
"Moroha-chan, why the rush?"
With a smile on his lips, Yuu forcefully pulled Moroha into his arms. The exaggerated, ferocious hardness probed directly under the girl's uniform skirt, pressing against her wet panties.
"I told you, my goal has always been both of you, mother and daughter."
Yuu's bold move made the girl's heart skip a beat, and she didn't know how to react.
Michiko, who had been shy, was stunned for a moment, then began to feel a bit angry.
But just as her anger rose, she saw her daughter's shy yet expectant expression, and her mind suddenly opened up.
What was wrong with mother and daughter being together? Compared to men with unknown backgrounds, it was better to follow Yuu.
After experiencing a man like Kenjuro, Michiko had long ceased to believe in so-called love.
Similarly, her mother's experience and a broken childhood made Moroha place little value on so-called feelings.
Instead of chasing something illusory, it was better to grasp the present!
At least... the body could be satisfied.
This was a major reason Yuu could smoothly take down Michiko, and also a factor in Moroha's subsequent acquiescence.
With zero-distance contact with Yuu, her sensitive, wet center pressed by the hot dragon, the spring passion in the girl's body ignited completely.
And Michiko's failure to stop Yuu was the straw that broke the camel's back for Moroha.
The man before her was excellent—in appearance, strength, and sexual ability, he was suitable as a partner.
Just not being able to marry... it didn't seem that important to her.
And this way, she could continue living with her mother, never having to be separated again.
The girl's arms, which had been blocking her chest, lowered unknowingly, and she was half-pushed, half-pulled into the room.
"Moroha-chan!"
Yuu growled low, his voice husky and aggressive, contrasting sharply with his handsome, clean face.
He pulled the girl violently into his arms, hugging her tightly as if to knead her into his very bones and blood.
Yuu lowered his head, panting rapidly in Moroha's ear.
Scalding breath sprayed onto Moroha's earlobe, causing her to shudder.
Startled by Yuu's sudden move, Moroha's body stiffened, her mind going blank.
She tried to break free from Yuu's embrace, but his arms were like steel bars, locking her body firmly and rendering her immobile.
"Let go of me..."
Moroha's voice trembled. She tried her best to remain calm, but she knew her inner defenses were crumbling bit by bit.
She could feel Yuu's powerful heartbeat, smell the male pheromones radiating from him, and feel the uncontrollable impulse within her own body even more strongly.
Yuu ignored Moroha's struggles and resistance. He lowered his head and bit fiercely on her snow-white neck.
"Hiss..."
Moroha gasped in pain, feeling her body go even limper, as if all her strength had been drained.
She knew she was powerless to resist; all she could do now was silently endure it all.
"Moroha-chan... I know you want me too..."
Yuu whispered in her ear, his voice full of temptation and bewitchment.
"You can't fool me... your body has already betrayed you..."
As he spoke, he extended his tongue, gently licking Moroha's earlobe, feeling the tremors from her body.
His hands became restless, roaming over her wet OL-style uniform, feeling her curvaceous body.
"No... don't do this..."
Moroha moaned weakly. Her reason told her to refuse, to resist, but her body wouldn't listen, instead gradually responding to Yuu's teasing.
She could feel the fire of desire within her burning brighter and brighter, threatening to consume her completely.
Feeling Moroha's response, Yuu became even more excited, his actions bolder.
He tore open Moroha's uniform shirt. With a rip, buttons flew, and her full, snow-white rabbits were revealed to his eyes.
The pair of snowy rabbits trembled violently from being released, their pink buds standing proud, displaying their beauty.
On Moroha's exposed chest, a pair of fair, full breasts stood proud like two ripe peaches, radiating an alluring luster.
The pink areolas were dotted with fine bumps, trembling slightly with Moroha's breath.
The two nipples were like red gems, delicate and dripping, erect and hard, seeming to invite Yuu's kiss.
Yuu immediately pressed his mouth onto the girl's nipple and sucked hard.
He greedily held Moroha's full breast in his mouth, his wet, hot lips tightly wrapping the tender pink, sucking forcefully like a hungry beast trying to drain all the sweetness inside.
His desire-filled eyes stared fixedly at Moroha, seeking a trace of response on her face.
His hands weren't idle either; one arm tightly hugged Moroha's slender waist, while the other wantonly kneaded her perky buttocks, feeling their amazing elasticity.
"Mmm... ah..."
Moroha let out a suppressed moan. Her body instantly became softer, as if melting into Yuu's embrace.
She could feel the heat and power of Yuu's lips, the teasing and sucking of his tongue tip, and the electric pleasure releasing within her body.
Her reason, which she had been trying hard to maintain, collapsed completely; all reserve and defenses vanished.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let Yuu do as he pleased with her body. She reached out, gripping Yuu's black hair tightly, seeming to want to press him harder against herself.
Her fingers threaded through Yuu's silky hair, kneading gently, feeling the wondrous texture.
Her breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently as if about to burst.
"Mmm... no... don't... too fast..."
Moroha moaned intermittently, her voice filled with longing and confusion.
"Slower... slower..."
Hearing Moroha's moans, Yuu grew even more excited, his movements becoming fiercer and more fervent.
Sometimes he gently licked the erect pinkness, sometimes he sucked hard, as if to drain all her essence.
His nimble tongue roamed over the girl's chest, leaving wet trails, causing her to shudder again and again.
His other hand wasn't idle, unzipping her sailor uniform skirt.
The zipper slid down slowly, revealing Moroha's long legs wrapped in black thigh-high socks.
"Ah... no... don't take it off..."
The kendo beauty resisted weakly, feeling her body burning, her soul sinking.
"Please..."
But Yuu ignored her pleas.
He impatiently tore off Moroha's panties. The soft but soaked triangular cloth broke instantly, revealing a patch of alluring pink and white.
Yuu's hungry gaze locked onto the mysterious triangle, like an explorer discovering a new continent, filled with excitement and desire.
Moroha pressed her legs together, trying her best to hide the enticing scenery, but how could she resist Yuu's brute force?
Yuu savagely pried open her tightly closed legs, exposing the almost hairless, smooth delicacy to the air.
The virgin-scented center was already flooding, fluids flowing down her silky, white inner thighs.
"Ah... no... please... don't do this..."
Moroha moaned weakly, her voice full of despair and pleading.
She knew she had completely lost the ability to resist, and she knew what she was about to face.
Fear and shame surged like a tide, drowning her completely, but deep inside, there was a secret expectation, waiting for Yuu's next move.
Yuu ignored Moroha's pleas; his actions became even rougher and crazier.
He pushed Moroha down onto the soft carpet, kneeling between her legs, looking down at her.
His eyes were full of desire and conquest, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"Moroha-chan... you're so beautiful."
Yuu said in a husky voice, his hands beginning to roam over her exquisite body, igniting every inch of skin.
Even though Yuu tried to restrain himself, the already engorged, ferocious weapon was still massive in scale.
Moroha looked at it, feeling it was longer than the handle of the bamboo sword she held every day.
As for the thickness, it was several times thicker.
Especially the tip, swollen purple-red and throbbing with Yuu's movements—terrifying just to look at.
The girl felt it was like a hungry beast, eager to find its prey.
"Little Yuu" was simply too big for Moroha; she had never known such an exaggeratedly sized instrument existed.
Her heart was filled with fear and unease, but her spring-yearning body reacted subconsciously.
Just seeing the robust "Little Yuu," Moroha's lower body couldn't stop flowing, dripping down her round, beautiful legs, adding a few more strokes to the carpet already covered in strange water marks.
Seeing this, Yuu closed the door behind him with a backhand motion.
Click...
With the door quietly shut, the small villa returned to darkness and silence.
Only one bedroom on the second floor remained brightly lit, echoing with distinct moans from time to time, forming a unique trio.