Chapter 25: You are kind and I am filial

The dinner on the table was quickly finished. Although Asakura ate most of it, the family still enjoyed the meal.

After dinner, Asakura offered to help clean up the dishes, and Katsura Manami readily agreed, then turned to Katsura Kotonoha and Kokoro and said,

"Kotonoha and Kokoro, you can go back to your room to rest or take a shower. Leave the rest to Asakura-kun and me."

The two daughters naturally and obediently followed their mother's instructions, waving to the boy reluctantly before returning to their room.

"Asakura-kun, you should get some rest here. I'll see you later."

"Brother-in-law, thank you for your hard work. See you later."

"Yeah, see you later."

...

Asakura and Mrs. Katsura cleaned up the table together, their warm palms occasionally brushing against each other. The romantic atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly intense, and the air seemed to thicken with unspoken desires.

Suddenly, a mature and voluptuous figure with curves in all the right places quietly approached him from behind. Soft and yielding, like two gentle hills, she embraced him completely.

"Asakura-kun, you haven't visited me in a long time."

As she spoke, her flawless white arms had already reached around him, and her eager red lips had already brushed against his earlobe.

"Mrs. Katsura, Kotonoha and Kokoro are still upstairs..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if they see. They should understand a mother's needs."

Following the curve of his handsome face, her tender and tempting red lips gently kissed him. While their bodies subtly rubbed against each other, Madam Katsura had already moved in front of him, her slender yet firm body wrapping around him like a water snake. The passionate kiss lasted until they were both breathless, and then she reluctantly let go, leaving them both panting.

Sensing the potentially compromising situation, Asakura quickly took the cleaned dishes and walked towards the kitchen, hoping to at least move the unfolding scene to a less conspicuous area. Behind him, Katsura Manami blushed, savoring the intense and pleasurable sensation she had just experienced. Watching the boy's flustered retreat, a lingering smile played on the corner of her mouth before she swayed her hips and followed him into the kitchen step by step. The curve of her hips was alluringly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, each sway perfectly timed to enhance her graceful and seductive movements.

With a soft thud of the closing door, his last escape route was cut off. He could run, but she would chase, and there would be no escape, even with wings.

"Okay, now no one can disturb us," Katsura Manami said with a sweet smile, closing the door behind her. She walked closer and embraced his reassuring and captivating chest once more.

"Mrs. Katsura, do you really have to do this here? Can't you just come to my room later tonight?"

Asakura tried to stall for time, hoping the current intensity would dissipate.

But Katsura Manami was at an age and in a state where her desires were strong, and the young man who had been subtly admiring her for a long time was constantly testing her limits.

"Don't you think it's more... exciting here, Asakura-kun? Don't you want to... be intimate with me in front of Kotonoha and Kokoro-chan, hmm?"

This left Asakura feeling conflicted. He was tempted by the thrill, and he was undeniably attracted to her. However, when he thought of Kotonoha's happiness and the events of the day, he felt that as a person, he couldn't, or at least shouldn't, do this.

A mature woman could always easily tell what a teenage boy was about to do. Seeing his continued reluctance to acknowledge his true feelings, Mrs. Katsura decided to meet his hesitation with direct action.

Her soft hand confidently ventured into his guarded territory, swiftly reaching the core of his being. The source of his inner turmoil, which had been simmering with anticipation, was instantly captured by Madam Katsura. The very essence of his control now rested in her hands, leaving Asakura with no power to resist her desires.

"Ah, isn't this very spirited? Asakura-kun isn't behaving very well."

While her hand held him captive, Mrs. Katsura offered her tongue to him. The slightly open neckline of her dress was gently pushed aside, revealing the impressive sight of her breasts, full and majestic, beautifully defined. As she spoke, she also guided his hand to caress their soft peaks. The sensation was intoxicating, like wandering through a sensual dream.

"Then... let's make this quick and decisive. It would be bad if Kotonoha and the others found out..."

With a satisfied smile, Mrs. Katsura slowly turned her back to Asakura. The black long skirt she wore had a slit not only in the front. She took the hem of the skirt with her slender fingers and gently pushed it aside, revealing her plump and alluring black silk-clad thighs, which made the young man's breathing deepen.

Perfect curves were revealed as Mrs. Katsura bent over the counter. She reached behind her with slender fingers and forcefully tore her black stockings, creating a distinct black and white gap, just large enough for something to pass through. The sharp tearing sound seemed to be an unspoken invitation into a forbidden intimacy. The gateway to another realm had opened, awaiting a willing participant's advance.

The resolve to breach the enemy's defenses was absolute, even if it meant surrendering oneself. A flash of anticipation came first, and then the desire surged forth with untamed force.

If heaven had not bestowed upon me, Asakura, this yearning, the path of desire would have remained a long and unfulfilled night forever!

Her soft cry was like pear blossoms in the rain, gentle and delicate, with a slight tremor and a sob, as if it were notes dancing on piano strings, playing a passionate melody.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her body gently rose and fell with the rhythm of her soft cries. Her hands tightly grasped the arm that supported her slender waist, as if seeking a trace of comfort and stability. Her helpless and vulnerable appearance stirred a deep desire to comfort her and heal the unspoken emotions in her heart.

Everything around them seemed still, only her soft weeping echoed in the air, evoking a complex mix of tenderness and a strange sense of fulfillment.

Kotonoha, Mom has tried it for you. Asakura-kun's depths are too profound. You wouldn't be able to handle it.

Let me, your mother, help you win Asakura-kun's heart.

...

After tidying up the disheveled scene, they straightened each other's clothes to avoid arousing suspicion from the two girls. Mrs. Katsura even hurried back to her room and retrieved a bottle of perfume, spraying it generously on both of them to mask the lingering scent of their encounter.

Having enjoyed Mrs. Katsura's thoughtful ministrations, Asakura sat upright on the sofa to compose himself. His tense mood had eased. It was a fortunate turn of events that Kotonoha hadn't discovered them.

Katsura Manami, radiating the contentment of a newlywed, wore a happy smile she hadn't displayed before, humming a cheerful tune as she prepared a change of clothes for Asakura. Upon hearing the sound of her eldest daughter, Katsura Kotonoha, leaving the bathroom after her shower, Mrs. Katsura quickly put down the clothes in her hands, retrieved a box of umbrellas she had bought just a few days prior from her bedside table, and hurried to knock on Kotonoha's door. When Kotonoha opened the door, she saw her mother.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Here, take this. It might be useful tonight."

"Woo~Arigato, Mom."

Katsura Manami playfully teased her shy daughter. Although Kotonoha's face flushed, she still mustered the courage to accept the item that symbolized her impending adulthood. She sincerely thanked her mother for her support.

In this world of fleeting moments, remember that not everything fate presents to you truly belongs to you.

In a hidden corner where no one was watching, a rich, pure white liquid slowly trickled down Katsura Manami's full thighs, liquid that should have belonged to Kotonoha.

The love of a mother and the filial piety of a daughter are truly touching.