Chapter 8 - Two Milf~❤️

I made a mistake in chapter 3. Soren doesn't regenerate that quickly but certainly faster than normal Viltrumite.

The reason for it is that I write the chapter then as Ai to fix any grammar and stop. Anyways if yah notice any mistakes feel free to tell me.

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Mitsuki stepped inside the apartment, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. The disheveled couch, the faint scent in the air—it all confirmed her suspicions. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

Standing near the hallway, completely unfazed, was Soren—her son Katsumi's friend. He was tall for his age, his lean frame towering over most boys his age, but that wasn't what caught her attention. He was completely naked, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and his… cock was on full display.

Mitsuki's jaw dropped, her sharp red eyes widening in shock.

'What the hell? Soren? Here? Like this?' Her mind raced, trying to process the scene before her. She glanced at Inko, who was standing awkwardly by the door, her face beet red, and then back at Soren, who looked completely at ease, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. The pieces clicked together in her mind, and she immediately connected the dots.

'Oh my god. Inko and Soren?'

For a moment, Mitsuki felt a wave of disgust rise within her.

'He's just a kid! What the hell is going on here?'

But as her eyes lingered on Soren's cock, she found herself unable to look away. Despite her initial reaction, she couldn't deny the sheer size and presence of it.

'Damn, he's… impressive. No wonder Inko's hooked.' The thought shocked her, but the more she stared, the more she felt a strange, forbidden fascination creeping in.

Inko broke the silence, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"M-Mitsuki, I… I can explain…"

Mitsuki crossed her arms, her sharp gaze shifting to Inko.

"Oh, I bet you can," she said, her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"But before you start, let me get this straight. You and Soren? Really? For how long?"

Inko fidgeted nervously, her eyes darting to the floor.

"It's… it's been about three years now," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mitsuki's eyebrows shot up.

'Three years?' She glanced at Soren, who was still standing there confidently, his face calm and composed.

'He would've been what, five? Six? Damn, Inko, you've been holding out on me.' She shook her head, trying to process the information.

"Three years? And you couldn't live without it?" she asked, her tone incredulous but laced with curiosity.

Inko nodded, her cheeks burning.

"I… I know it's wrong, Mitsuki. I tried to stop, I really did. But… I just couldn't. He's… he's everything to me."

Mitsuki's eyes narrowed as she studied her friend. Inko's vulnerability was palpable, and for a moment, Mitsuki felt a pang of sympathy.

'She's really fallen for him,' she realized. But then her gaze drifted back to Soren, who was still standing there, his cock impossible to ignore.

'And who could blame her?' The thought surprised her, but she couldn't deny the truth. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, even in this awkward situation.

Soren finally spoke, his voice soft and innocent, yet carrying an undercurrent of something darker.

"Aunt Mitsuki, I know this must be a shock to you, but… why don't you join us?"

Mitsuki's eyes widened in shock, her sharp red gaze locking onto Soren's.

'Did he just…?' Her mind raced, trying to process his bold invitation.

'This kid's got some nerve.' But despite her initial shock, she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at the suggestion.

'Join them? Really?'

Inko's face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"S-Soren! What are you saying?"

Soren's innocent expression didn't waver, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes.

'She's even hotter than Inko,' he thought, his mind racing with degenerate fantasies.

'I wonder if she's as wild as she looks.' But outwardly, he maintained his innocent demeanor.

"I'm just saying, Aunt Mitsuki looks like she could use some fun. And I'm more than happy to oblige."

Mitsuki's sharp eyes narrowed as she studied Soren, her mind racing.

'This kid's not just confident—he's downright cocky.' But there was something about his boldness that intrigued her. Katsumi's father had passed away from a hero and villain incident.

Fortunately, she was given large amounts of money and compensation for the incident. She hadn't found the perfect man to replace him until now.

'Damn, he's got guts. I'll give him that.'

"You've got some nerve, kid," Mitsuki said, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Inviting me to join in on your little… escapade. Do you even know what you're asking?"

Soren's innocent smile widened, his eyes locking onto hers.

'Oh, I know exactly what I'm asking,' he thought, his mind filled with depraved images.

'I've been dreaming about this for years.' But outwardly, he maintained his innocent facade.

"I know exactly what I'm asking, Aunt Mitsuki. And I think you do too."

Mitsuki felt a shiver run down her spine at his words.

'Damn, this kid's dangerous.' But despite her better judgment, she couldn't deny the growing curiosity—and desire—building within her.

'What the hell am I thinking? This is insane.' But the more she looked at Soren, the more she felt drawn to him.

'Maybe… just maybe…'

Inko, sensing the tension in the room, stepped forward nervously.

"M-Mitsuki, you don't have to… I mean, if you're uncomfortable…"

Mitsuki held up a hand, cutting her off.

"Relax, Inko. I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions." She turned her sharp gaze back to Soren, her lips curling into a sly smirk.

"Alright, kid. You've got my attention. But if I'm joining in, we're doing this my way. Got it?"

Soren's innocent smile turned into a full-blown grin, his eyes sparkling with a mix of innocence and something far darker.

'This is going to be fun,' he thought, his mind already racing with degenerate fantasies. But outwardly, he simply nodded.

"Whatever you say, Aunt Mitsuki."

Mitsuki's heart raced as she stepped further into the room, her sharp eyes flickering between Inko and Soren.

'This is insane. Absolutely insane.' But as she felt the heat of Soren's gaze on her, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

'Damn it, Mitsuki. What have you gotten yourself into now?'

As the tension in the room reached its peak, Mitsuki took a deep breath, her sharp red eyes locking onto Soren's.

'Alright, kid. Let's see what you've got.'

Mitsuki's sharp red eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Soren sat confidently on the couch, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. His cock was on full display, and Mitsuki couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and disbelief.

'Damn, he's not just tall for his age—he's… well-endowed,' she thought, her mind racing as she tried to process the situation. Beside her, Inko knelt on the floor, her face flushed but her eyes filled with a mix of adoration and desire.

Mitsuki hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with her curiosity, but the enticing scent emanating from Soren's cock was impossible to ignore. It was musky, primal, and strangely intoxicating.

"Well, I'll be damned," Mitsuki muttered under her breath, her sharp tone laced with both amusement and disbelief. She glanced at Inko, who was already leaning closer, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out.

'Inko, of all people… and now me? What the hell am I doing?' But despite her internal conflict, Mitsuki found herself kneeling beside her friend, her pride momentarily set aside.

'But… I can't look away.'

Soren's innocent smile never wavered, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes as he watched the two women kneel before him.

'This is better than I imagined,' he thought, his mind racing with degenerate fantasies.

'Two beautiful women, both older, both completely under my control. I could get used to this.' But outwardly, he maintained his boyish charm, his voice soft and innocent as he spoke.

"I'm glad you decided to join us, Aunt Mitsuki. I've always admired you."

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze locking onto his.

"Admired me, huh? You've got a funny way of showing it, kid." Her tone was teasing, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.

'What the hell is going on in that head of his?' She leaned closer, her nose catching that enticing scent again.

'Damn, it's… intoxicating.'

Inko, sensing Mitsuki's hesitation, reached out and gently placed a hand on her friend's arm.

"It's okay, Mitsuki," she said softly, her voice trembling but filled with reassurance.

"I know it's… unconventional, but… he's special. You'll see."

Mitsuki glanced at Inko, her sharp eyes softening slightly.

'Inko's really fallen for him,' she realized.

'She's not just indulging in some fling—she's completely devoted to him.' The thought both shocked and intrigued her.

'What the hell does he have that's got her so hooked?' Her gaze drifted back to Soren's cock, and she couldn't deny the answer was right in front of her.

Soren's innocent smile widened as he watched the two women.

"You don't have to be nervous, Aunt Mitsuki," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.

"I'll take good care of you."

Mitsuki snorted, her sharp tone returning.

"Take care of me? Kid, I'm not some delicate flower. I can handle myself." But despite her bravado, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at his words.

'Where the hell did this kid learn to talk like this?'

Inko, emboldened by Mitsuki's presence, leaned closer to Soren's cock, her breath warm against his skin.

"He's… amazing, Mitsuki," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"Just… let yourself go. You'll see."

Mitsuki hesitated for a moment, her sharp eyes flickering between Inko and Soren.

'This is crazy. Absolutely crazy.' But the enticing scent was impossible to ignore, and the curiosity burning within her was too strong to resist.

'Alright, Mitsuki. Let's see what all the fuss is about.'

She leaned closer, her sharp gaze locking onto Soren's cock.

'Damn, it's even more impressive up close,' she thought, her heart racing as she took in the sight. The musky scent filled her senses, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of desire and fascination.

'What the hell am I doing?' But as she glanced at Inko, who was completely enraptured, she felt a strange sense of camaraderie.

'If Inko can do it, so can I.'

Soren's innocent smile never wavered, but inwardly, he was reveling in the moment.

'Yes, don't hold back now,' he thought, his mind filled with depraved fantasies.

"Take your time, Aunt Mitsuki. There's no rush."

Mitsuki snorted again, her sharp tone laced with amusement.

"Kid, I don't need you to tell me how to do this." But despite her bravado, she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement coursing through her.

As the tension in the room reached its peak, Mitsuki took a deep breath, her sharp red eyes locking onto Soren's.

'Alright, kid. Let's see what you've got.' She leaned closer, her curiosity and desire overriding her better judgment.

'Damn it, Mitsuki. What have you gotten yourself into now?'

The room was filled with a heavy, almost electric tension as Mitsuki and Inko knelt before Soren, their movements synchronized yet hesitant. Mitsuki's sharp red eyes flickered to Inko, who was already lavishing attention on Soren's cock with a mix of reverence and hunger.

'Damn, Inko's really into this,' Mitsuki thought, her mind racing as she tried to process the surreal situation. But there was no turning back now. The musky scent, the heat radiating from him, the way Inko seemed so utterly consumed—it all pulled her in, like a moth to a flame.

Mitsuki leaned in, her platinum blonde hair falling over her shoulders as her tongue darted out to taste him. The moment her tongue made contact, she felt a jolt of something primal, something she hadn't felt in years.

'Damn, he's…' Her thoughts trailed off as she focused on the sensation, her sharp instincts taking over. She licked slowly, experimentally, starting from the base and working her way up. Beside her, Inko mirrored her movements, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they explored him.

Soren let out a low grunt, his innocent facade cracking slightly as he felt the dual sensations of their tongues against him.

'This is even better than I imagined,' he thought, his mind racing with degenerate fantasies.

"Y-you're both amazing…" His voice was soft and breathless. Mitsuki smirked, her sharp tone cutting through the heavy air.

"Don't get too cocky, kid. We're just getting started." Her confidence was unshakable, even in this situation, and she used it to mask the strange mix of emotions swirling inside her.

'I can't believe I'm doing this~❤️ Sucking a kid's adult size dick. He is way bigger than my husband and I can't imagine when he's an adult!'

If measured, his around 6 inches in length and 2 inches in girth but

She leaned in further, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as her tongue swirled around it. The taste was salty, musky, and strangely addictive.

'Damn, he's… good,' she thought, her mind racing as she took him deeper into her mouth. Beside her, Inko let out a soft moan, her own movements becoming more fervent as she watched Mitsuki take the lead.

Soren's breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he struggled to maintain his composure.

'This is too much,' he thought, his mind filled with depraved images.

'But I don't want it to stop.' His innocent smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of pure pleasure as he felt Mitsuki's skilled tongue working him over.

Inko, emboldened by Mitsuki's boldness, leaned in to lick the side of his cock, her movements becoming more confident.

"He's… incredible, isn't he?" she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Mitsuki pulled back slightly, her sharp eyes locking onto Inko's.

"Yeah, he's not bad," she said, her tone teasing but laced with genuine admiration.

"But let's see how long he can last." She winked at Inko before diving back in, her movements becoming more deliberate, more intense.

Soren's grunts grew louder, his innocent facade completely shattered as he gave in to the sensations.