Chapter:16 R 18! Overflowing Lust!

A/N: Okay a warning for those who couldn't stomach kinks.

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It was evening now, and the house had settled into an odd silence after all that teasing. Kira missed school entirely today, but as if luck had smiled on him, the school was closed for the next three days due to some sudden construction work. Apparently, the rain from last night had flooded parts of the school, forcing an unexpected break.

Kira sat there on the couch, a bit puzzled at how quiet the room had become. Mitsuko, Shizuka, and Rika—especially Rika—were all strangely silent. He glanced over at Rika, and that's when it hit him.

Wait... is she blushing?!

Kira blinked. Did the sun rise from the west today? he thought, because the Rika he knew—the badass, cold-as-ice Rika from HOTD—was blushing. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her gaze not meeting his directly.

Before he could open his mouth to dig himself into some trouble (because his internal filter seemed to be malfunctioning lately), Mitsuko casually stepped between him and his impending doom. She leaned against the window frame, her voice calm but with that mischievous edge that could cut through anything.

"Kira-kun, why don't you go take a bath?

You've been cooped up all day."

Kira hesitated for a second, not because he didn't want to, but because he was a little worried Rika might throw a punch at him the moment he walked past her. Her silent fury was scarier than any words.

"Uh... okay..." he mumbled, trying not to make eye contact with her as he walked by.

Mitsuko's teasing voice followed him out. "And use the main bathroom, Kira~," she called after him, her tone holding something... more.

Kira sighed, his shoulders slumping in relief as he left the room. He could still feel Rika's gaze burning into the back of his skull, but thankfully, no punches came his way.

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As soon as Kira disappeared around the corner, Mitsuko turned to face Rika and Shizuka. There was a sudden shift in the air, the tension palpable. Mitsuko's lips curled into that devilish smile of hers.

"So... Rika-chan, Shizuka-chan... would you two like a demonstration of how to make love?" Mitsuko asked, her voice silky smooth but undeniably provocative.

Rika stiffened. Her heartbeat quickened, but she didn't say anything right away. She wasn't confident in her ability to please a man, even though she tried to act tough. The only relationship she had ever been in was with Shizuka, and that was... well, not the same thing at all. She thought back to Mitsuko's earlier "demonstration" and felt her cheeks warm up again.

Shizuka, on the other hand, tilted her head slightly, her expression curious. "A demonstration... ara~, like in the movies, Mitsuko-senpai?" she asked innocently.

Mitsuko's grin widened. "Oh, much better than in the movies, my dear."

Rika gulped, her mind racing. Am I really going to do this? And that too with my mother.

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Meanwhile, in the main bathroom—which was more like a luxurious hot spring, considering its size—Kira was already settling into a routine. The bathroom was huge, with a large, ornate bathtub that could easily fit five people. Steam rose from the water as it filled the tub, the gentle sound of water echoing in the massive space.

Kira hummed quietly to himself as he rubbed soap over his muscular body. He had always been conscious of his appearance, preferring a more masculine, intimidating look compared to the overly slim, feminine physique some guys in Korea seemed to prefer. His broad shoulders and defined muscles were hard-earned, and they were starting to bulk up even more. At nearly feet tall, he was already taller than most people in Japan, and his height seemed to be increasing lately. He was proud of his body, and it showed.

His black hair, tied into a ponytail with bangs that parted neatly over his forehead, added to his rugged, sexy look. His blue eyes—sharp, cold, and deadly—had the intensity of a tiger eyeing its prey. Everything about him screamed strength and confidence.

As he continued to wash, the events of the past few days rushed through his mind. Damn, two days ago, I was on the verge of dying in that train and before I knew it, I had my first kiss... even a damn blowjob! Two confessions... in one lifetime! Kira's thoughts were a whirlwind, and the memory of Mitsuko, Kyoko, Rika and Shizuka sent a shiver down his spine. My favourite anime waifus... both of them... and they're real... and interested in me!

His body reacted to the thought before he even realised it. Blood rushed south, and before long, his "tool" stood proudly, casting a large, unmistakable shadow over the bathroom floor.

Kira glanced down at himself, sighing inwardly. Great... this again.

His massive length twitched, a testament to all the pent-up energy inside him. It wasn't just his body that was responding; his mind was already going places. Shit... what the hell is happening to me? he thought, even though he had a pretty good idea.

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Back in the hallway, Mitsuko was leading Rika and Shizuka toward the main bathroom. Rika's face was still red, but her determination was growing. She was going to learn. If she was going to be with Kira, she needed to know... everything. Shizuka, as usual, was giggling softly, completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

As they reached the door to the bathroom, Mitsuko's smile grew even more dangerous. "Now, girls... It's time for your real lesson. Watch carefully, because this is how you please a man."

Inside the bathroom, Kira was still completely unaware of what was about to happen. The steam from the hot water surrounded him, his mind lost in thought—and in the sensation of his body's reaction to the events of the past few days.

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The hot steam clouded the bathroom as the sound of running water echoed off the marble walls. His hands ran through his hair, the thick lather of shampoo clinging to his fingers, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to relax. Kira let the warm water run down his broad, muscular shoulders, the pain in his injured shoulder fading slightly as the heat worked its magic.

Suddenly Kira's calm was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door sliding open. His brows furrowed, and his senses sharpened as he heard soft footsteps approach. "Who's there?" he called out, his voice wary, but not entirely hostile. His body froze in place, unsure if he should cover himself or face whoever had just entered.

But then, the familiar voice of Mitsuko drifted through the steamy air, "Stay still, Kira."

Kira's heart skipped a beat. His mother?

"You'll hurt yourself if you try to wash your back alone. Just relax." Her tone was sweet, too sweet, and Kira's gut told him there was something playful hidden underneath her words.

The sound of water splashing against skin came next. Kira knew she was stepping closer—too close. He felt her fingers brush against his shoulder as she grabbed the loofah hanging nearby. He couldn't see her with his eyes closed, his hair and face covered in shampoo, but the scent of her soap mingled with the steamy air, making his senses go into overdrive.

Mitsuko's body pressed against his back—soft, squishy, and warm. Her breasts, heavy and far larger than Shizuka's, grazed his shoulder blades as she leaned in. He tried to ignore the pressure, but it was impossible when her dark nipples pressed against him. They were thick, swollen, and warm from the heat of the shower.

Kira gulped, his throat tightening as her breasts rested fully against his back.

He realised that she was naked, His cock, already somewhat hard from the residual warmth of the water, now sprang to life, stiffening and standing tall as blood rushed south.

"Shit… don't move, don't move…" Kira's mind raced, but it was no use. His body reacted on instinct, and he couldn't control the pulse of heat surging between his legs.

"Mom… I can handle it myself," Kira muttered, his voice cracking as her breasts slid across his back. But she only chuckled softly.

The heat of the water couldn't compete with the burning tension in the air. The steam that rose from the shower was nothing compared to the fiery, forbidden desire that flooded Kira's veins. He clenched his jaw, trying to fight the overwhelming sensations that Mitsuko's touch ignited within him.

Her breasts were soft yet firm against his back, pressing into him with an insistence that made his cock twitch painfully with need. He was fully erect, his thick shaft standing tall, aching for more of her touch. Every glide of her soapy hand along his chest sent electric jolts down his spine, each one pulsing between his legs. He tried to stay calm, tried to remind himself that this was his mother.

But fuck, the way her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly—he couldn't think straight. He couldn't even remember why this was supposed to be wrong.

Mitsuko's breath was hot against his ear, her voice sultry and filled with amusement. "You're a big boy now, Kira. Don't act like this is the first time a woman's touched you." She giggled, her fingers stroking his shaft with agonizing slowness, knowing exactly how to keep him on edge.

He wanted to say something, anything, to stop her—at least that's what his brain told him he should do. But his body had other plans. His hips involuntarily bucked forward, thrusting into her hand as she squeezed his cock, pumping him in time with the dripping water.

The steam clouded his vision, but even through the fog, he could sense Rika's presence. She was watching—he could feel her eyes on him, feel the weight of her breath in the air. And somewhere behind her was Shizuka, always playful, always teasing.

"Mom… fuck, this is wrong," Kira grunted, but the words came out weak, trembling with lust. His whole body was betraying him, responding to the illicit pleasure Mitsuko was giving him.

His mother's voice was a sweet purr. "You don't sound so convinced, darling. Just let mommy take care of you." Her strokes sped up, each pump of her hand dragging another groan from his lips. Her grip was firm, sliding up and down his cock with just the right amount of pressure, her fingers grazing the sensitive head with every stroke.

Rika's eyes were wide, her lips parted as she watched her mother's hand move up and down Kira's shaft, slick with soap and pre-cum. The sight of her mother's bare breasts pressing against Kira's muscular back sent a pulse of heat straight to her core. Her nipples were hard, aching for attention as she tried to process the flood of desire surging through her. The idea of her mother and Kira, together, should've disgusted her. But instead, it turned her on in ways she didn't understand.

Shizuka, standing just behind Rika, bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. "Ara, ara~ This is getting steamy. What a naughty boy Kira is, letting Mitsuko-senpai have her way with him." She giggled, leaning in closer, her breasts brushing against Rika's arm, adding to the already charged atmosphere.

Kira's mind was spinning, the intense pleasure making it hard to think. Mitsuko's hand was moving faster now, her strokes steady and rhythmic as his cock throbbed in her palm. His breath came in ragged pants, his whole body trembling with the need for release. And fuck, he was close. So close.

Mitsuko's lips were on his neck now, her breath warm and teasing. "Come for me, Kira. Show mommy how much you want this." Her voice was a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make his entire body shudder.

With one last pump of her hand, Kira's body seized up. His cock twitched violently in her grip as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling from his tip and coating her hand. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing through him like a tidal wave, leaving him panting and weak against the shower wall.

Mitsuko licked her lips, her fingers coated in his release. She brought one to her mouth, sucking on it with a soft moan. "Mmm, strawberry flavored," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Kira slumped against the side of the tub, his mind reeling from what had just happened. The guilt was there, lurking in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the satisfaction that pulsed through his veins. He knew they'd crossed a line—a line that could never be uncrossed. But as he looked at Mitsuko, he realised being shy around and reserved isn't going to get him anywhere and in that moment the beast he was suppressing emerged he no longer cares about anything all he cares about was pleasure.

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A/N: Can someone tell me why can't I post a picture for the book.