62 The Eerie Morning

To err on the side of caution, Kagura saved a file at around 9 PM on April 24. Whether it would prove useful was uncertain, but it might come in handy someday. Two days had passed since the anal plug fiasco, and now it was Friday, the day of the workplace visit.

At breakfast, Kagura, freshly washed and dressed in his school uniform, arrived at the dining room. The house was unusually quiet. The maids, typically greeting him warmly, seemed to overlook him, as if he were invisible, which felt deeply unsettling. Yet, his body was solid, not the semi-transparent state induced by a system item.

At the dining room door, a maid named Tina curtsied slightly, gently pushing the door open for him. Kagura thanked her and entered, only to find—

Oddly, Eriri and Qiong were absent, as was Nao (though her absence was somewhat expected). But Sayuri, who had been in her room moments ago, sat at the far end of the long table, opposite the door, waving with a beaming smile. Why wasn't she in her usual seat beside him?

In recent months, she'd only sat there during Qiong's birthday. Moreover, her outfit was identical to that day's—a short-sleeved kimono, its knee-length hem fluttering, exposing legs even Eriri envied. With her vast wardrobe, why repeat this outfit so soon? A cascade of questions furrowed Kagura's brow.

"Yo… Sayuri, how'd you get here so fast?"

He waved back, having already exchanged morning greetings when she woke him, making further pleasantries unnecessary.

"Hm? Kagura, are you still half-asleep?" Sayuri's expression flickered with surprise, but she brushed it off, standing and beckoning. "Come on, up so late again. You can't skip a proper breakfast."

"Late? I always get up around this time, don't I?"

Something felt off. Scanning the familiar dining room—the table, the 18th-century English knight's armor in the corner, a family heirloom—he noticed Sayuri's face, nearly identical to Eriri's, tinged with concern. Her left hand grazed her cheek, her body swaying with an indescribable allure.

"What nonsense, Kagura? Come, sit." Seeing him approach, Sayuri pulled out his usual chair, patting its back with a grin. "Here, here~"

Without suspicion, Kagura strode over, settling into the chair as Sayuri pushed it in, adjusting for comfort before digging into breakfast.

"It's workplace visit day, right?" Sayuri returned to her distant seat, propping her cheek, lazily tilting her head.

Her blackish-purple twin-tails, tied with red-and-white candy-striped ribbons, framed her head. Her left hand's wine-red nail polish gleamed in the soft morning light. Her slender fingers, restless as if plagued by fidgetiness, toyed with a dessert spoon, tapping its head and handle alternately against the pristine tablecloth, clinking rhythmically. She resembled a distracted student doodling with a pen.

In Kagura's eyes, Sayuri could swap her "ill-fitting" kimono for Eriri's JK uniform and pass as a high schooler—or even a middle schooler.

"Yeah, workplace visit day," he replied, somewhat distracted.

Everything felt slightly off-kilter, yet Sayuri's reactions made him seem the odd one out, amplifying the dissonance. It reminded him of The Truman Show.

"And you invited a male and female classmate to our house, right?"

"Yeah, I've mentioned it a few times." Kagura sipped milk, setting the cup down, dabbing his lips with a napkin.

"Ehh~" Sayuri drawled, feigning surprise. "That girl's pretty cute, isn't she?"

"Well… Kato, yeah, she's quite cute." Glancing at Eriri and Qiong's empty seats, he asked, "Where are they?"

"Eriri and Qiong already left. Because you, lazybones, took forever to get up~"

Sayuri leaned closer, tapping his hand twice with her spoon, her pouty, puffed-cheek expression adorable.

"Huh…" Kagura resisted scratching his head, muttering, "I wasn't that late…" Today was bizarre from the moment he woke.

"By the way," Sayuri's face lit up with gossip. Switching the spoon to her right hand, she poked his right cheek with her left index finger, blushing mischievously. "Eriri's pussy… tasty, huh?"

"Pfft—!" Kagura sprayed his breakfast, choking violently, face reddening. Sayuri, barely reaching, patted his back, giggling and waving her left hand. "What's wrong? Choking like that?"

"I… I…" Wiping his mouth, utterly innocent, he gasped, "Sayuri, what are you saying?! Eriri's my twin sister! How could I do that to her…?"

"Here we go again~" Sayuri, as if expecting this, squinted, poking his cheek discontentedly. "Eriri already told me, silly. Why's a big man like you too shy to admit it?"

"???" Kagura was baffled, scouring his memory for even a second of such an act with Eriri, finding nothing.

Before he could question, clink~—Sayuri's spoon fell, rolling under the table as she accidentally nudged it with her foot. Pouting playfully, she grabbed his right wrist, shaking it. "Kagura, Kagura, pick up Mommy's spoon, quick."

"Oh…" Swallowing countless questions, Kagura dove under the long table again. He recalled the last time—Qiong's birthday, when Sayuri's blunder mistook his plugs for Saki as Qiong's gift. One had fallen under, rolling to Sayuri's feet, and he'd retrieved it.

Now, he spotted the silver spoon with its glazed ceramic handle near her feet, intact. Grasping it, he recalled that fleeting glimpse days ago—Sayuri's fragrant, smooth private allure. Muttering, "So awkward, I got hard," he glanced up instinctively.

What he saw—

His usually prim mother, legs typically closed while dining, now splayed them brazenly. The kimono's short hem, barely knee-length, was deliberately lifted, as if flaunting her forbidden flesh to him, unseen by any but her husband or doctor.

Already aroused, Kagura's mouth went dry, his eyes glued to her.

Her private area matched that brief glimpse: a flawless, hairless feminine core. The surrounding skin, dimmed by light, blended seamlessly with her inner thighs, promising creamy softness in better light.

Under the table, her snowy skin parted naturally into a short, pink slit, reminiscent of an undeveloped girl's—similar to Nao's at eight. How such a tiny haven birthed him and Eriri simultaneously was a feminine marvel.

Yet, her age lent her deep-pink slit a mature allure, more pronounced than in certain videos. One word: curled. Like a small, inwardly rolled seashell, vertically compact, her tender flesh wasn't short but curled tightly. If parted, it might stretch slightly. Wait—what am I doing?! Staring at my mother's privates?

Snapping awake, cold sweat beading, Kagura turned away, dreading Sayuri's inevitable teasing.

"Hey, Kagura, found the spoon?" Her voice called from above.

"Y-Yeah, found it!" he stammered.

"Good, good."

As he replied, Sayuri languidly opened and closed her legs, fanning her privates with the kimono's hem like a flirtatious schoolgirl. Then, her right foot nudged him lightly. "Oh, and—Kagura, my earring might've fallen too. Check for me?"

"E-Earring?"

His tongue went numb, eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding her gaze.

"Mm, a pearl earring," she said matter-of-factly.

"O-Okay… I'll look."

Swallowing hard, he hoped she'd notice her indiscretion. Glancing up, he saw—

No effort to close her legs. Her feet splayed wider, knees slightly inward, soles turned out, toes nearly touching his feet, trapping him between her thighs.

Though the angle narrowed, her privates remained clear. She'd shifted the kimono's hem aside, fully exposing her thighs' roots. Her wine-red nails pressed her labia, as if poised to spread them.

Gulp… Kagura swallowed, incredulous. This is too much. What's wrong with her?

"Any luck, Kagura? See the earring?" Her voice feigned concern.

"E-Earring…"

He scanned the floor, finding nothing, while her hands grew bolder, sliding along her creamy inner thighs, drawing his gaze irresistibly. A woman's lower body held an overwhelming allure for men.

"Hm… no luck, then?"

Her hands settled on her curled labia, fingers pressing, slowly parting… "M-Mom…" His mind blanked, stammering the word to remind her.

"What's up? Found my pearl yet?"

"P-Pearl…"

His eyes locked on her privates, her fingers parting the slit, revealing a glistening, pearl-like clitoris crowning her core. The curled labia smoothed under her touch, vivid red flesh bared, a droplet of love juice trickling from her pulsing entrance, pooling on the floor.

Gulp… Kagura swallowed, heart pounding, speechless.

"Oh~ Kagura, why so quiet? Found the pearl?"

She drew her feet back, spreading her legs wider, briefly clamping, then opening further, like a lustful knight freed from years in a chastity belt.

Her dripping flesh, engorged clitoris, and brazenly splayed legs—swaying as if to taunt—made it clear what "pearl" she meant. If he didn't get it, he'd be no man.

"I… I think I found it… but Sayuri, you—"

"Hm~? What's wrong with Mommy~?"

She gently rubbed her flushed labia in small circles, her lewd motions pushing Kagura to his limit.

"The pearl… it's beautiful…" he murmured, entranced.

"Get closer, Kagura. It's okay."

"R-Really?" Licking his lips, he knelt, inching toward her thighs.

Careful not to touch her, unsure of her madness, he refrained from pressing his mouth to her core.

Kneeling between her legs, her scent—familiar yet foreign—filled his nose, the ultimate aphrodisiac. His cock throbbed, screaming to enter her, despite her being the woman who birthed him.

"This scent is intoxicating…" Even freshly washed, it lingered, he knew.

"Pretty?" she asked, clearly meaning her privates.

"Very… very pretty." He understood her intent.

"Such a sweet boy, Kagura," she cooed, toes curling, legs trembling. Her hands smoothed the curled slit, stroking up and down. "You can… taste Mommy if you want…"

"R-Really? Sayuri, is this okay?"

"Shh… our little secret."

Her index finger crossed her labia, mimicking a silencing gesture, though these lips were vertical.

"Sayuri… I can't hold back!"

He gripped her thighs, spreading them to their limit, licking his lips, and plunged his tongue into her moist, lascivious flesh.

"Ahh~" Sayuri covered her mouth, but a soft moan escaped.

His tongue smoothed the curled labia, only for them to curl back, enveloping it. He buried his tongue in her vibrant, moist crevice, teasing her tiny urethra and the sweet, breathing entrance below, slurping loudly, the sound now decadently lascivious.

A dark desire surged: to thrust his cock into this shameless slit, pound her, and flood her with semen.

"Oh… yes… there… Mommy's pearl…"

Her explicit cue spurred him. Using "Extendable Tongue," he lengthened it, enveloping her narrow slit like fleshy panties, pressing intimately, flipping it open and closed, drawing anguished moans from Sayuri above.

She slumped on the table, trembling, her dignified facade shattered, legs splayed beneath, her own son lapping at her tender fountain.

Nostalgia grips us all, a longing for home—our first home, our mother's womb. Though Kagura didn't wish to be reborn, tasting her juices, sliding his stiffened tongue into her long-untouched vaginal flesh, he trembled with excitement.

Such acts with one's mother were the ultimate taboo. She gave him everything, yet he defiled her with his body.

"Mother," a sacred word, yet the woman bearing it now radiated no maternal glow, but the brazen allure of an adulterous vixen, her splaying legs seducing the man beneath.

The table's confines were tight. Kagura emerged, lips slick with her juices, licking them, savoring the salacious tang. Sayuri, startled, raised her hands defensively, but her eyes betrayed longing. He closed in—

"Kagura, we… mmph—!" He cradled her face, kissing her fiercely.

Her lips, sweet and soft, had teased him for days with odd remarks. As his mother, their allure was forbidden.

But if she shed that role, seducing him so lewdly, what restraint remained?

He kissed her hungrily, lips tightening, loosening, sucking off her lipstick, probing her throat with his extendable tongue.

Withdrawing, he kissed harder. Dizzy, Sayuri endured as he licked her bare face, his tongue marking her, her skin glistening with his saliva. She loosened her kimono, its shoulders slipping, revealing her flat chest, nipples hidden but tantalizing.

"Mmph… mmph…"

Her face slick with his saliva, she extended her tongue. He sucked it, their faces locked in a frenzied kiss, saliva mingling, dripping onto their clothes as they gasped.

"Sayuri… what's going on…?" Kagura asked, clinging to reason.

"Nothing…" She ruffled his hair, coughing, clutching her chest. "Because I love you… Kagura, more than anyone."

"So you let me run wild? Seduce me?"

"Do you hate this Mommy?"

"Hate? How could I!" Circling behind, he slipped his hands into her loose kimono, grasping her soft, barely-there breasts, pinching her swollen nipples, twisting them like mahjong tiles.

"Ah… Kagura… it hurts… gentler…" Sayuri leaned back, legs splaying, trembling, her smooth wrist grazing his arm, pleading, "No one's touched me like this in eighteen years… be gentle… please."

But he pinched harder, making her jolt forward with a sharp moan. His left hand kneaded her breast, his right gripped her tender neck, forcing her to twist for another kiss.

Soon, her body convulsed, a torrent splashing the hardwood floor. The sudden climax drained her, and she pushed him lightly, slumping, panting, her abdomen contracting, breaths ragged. Mere nipple play had brought her to this.

Gazing at his radiant, post-climactic mother, Kagura thought of his father, the oath-breaking ambassador who broke her heart. Did he toy with her like this? Did she climax in his arms?

No—Kagura recalled Sayuri's lovemaking with his father was dutiful, joyless "work." Without conceiving him and Eriri, she'd have avoided it.

This realization sparked a smug triumph over his father, swiftly followed by profound guilt. He was indulging his lust on his mother, her desires now fully ignited, peaking in ecstasy.

He pondered, but her hand grazed his crotch, his rock-hard cock straining. Calming, she propped her face on her right arm, flashing a bewitching smile. "Come… let Mommy taste you."

Her words ignited him. Furious, he shed his pants, thrusting his towering cock before her. Sayuri gasped, "Wow…" hands covering her flushed face, eyes locked on its pulsing mass.

"I never knew my mother was such a slut… Weren't you uninterested in sex?"

"Ehh… that was over a decade ago. Mommy grows too…" she whined, tucking disheveled hair from his groping, leaning to engulf his cock.

"Oh… damn… Mommy's sucking me…"

He knew this was unforgivable by society or morality. Up to groping, it could pass as a jest, but now, his mature cock in her mouth was a moral sin.

Her soft tongue and warm saliva enveloped his iron-hard shaft, as if to quell its rage, but once desire blazed, it wouldn't fade easily. Sayuri knew this, not sucking long before deep-throating him, startling him. Likely practiced with bananas, she withdrew, then sucked hard, his glans hitting her throat, nearly entering her esophagus.

As she worked, Kagura's left hand slid between her legs. Unresisting, she welcomed it, splaying wider, his fingers grazing her soaked flesh.

Drenched in love juices and climax fluids, her clitoris throbbed, curled labia eager to envelop his fingers. Cool from her squirt, her slit burned inside, scalding, especially where his middle finger probed her tight, resisting entrance.

"Mmph… mmph…"

She strained to take him deeper, battling her throat's reflexes, pushing the tablecloth aside, baring her smooth mound and cameltoe slit.

No stubble marred her snowy mound, transitioning to luscious pink below. His fingers pressed where he was born, slowly penetrating.

Her body tensed, legs contracting, back stiffening, but she relaxed, spitting out his cock to lick its base and hairy balls, sucking them without repulsion.

The sudden warmth jolted him. He thrust his middle finger into her, grazing her cervix, earning a reproachful glance, as if saying, Be gentler, Kagura.

Her vaginal walls gripped his finger like an infant's suckle, but her slit craved his mighty cock, not a nipple.

Her molten, sticky juices, tasted moments ago, were no sweet syrup but, to an aroused male, a nectar sweeter than maple, irresistible. "Sayuri, still teasing me?"

Feeling her playful tugs on his balls, he withdrew his left hand, slipping a finger into her mouth, toying with her soft tongue. Seizing the moment, he grasped her head. Beaming, she placed her left hand on her chest, right below, lips forming an O, pressing against his glans.

Gripping her head, he thrust, his cock sliding over her tongue, plunging into her throat, bending under oral pressure, grazing her esophagus.

If he had "Extendable Cock," he mused, he could reach her stomach.

"Urgh…" She gagged, overwhelmed, yet didn't push him away, pressing her face into his pubic hair, inhaling his raw masculinity.

Her child, her flesh… his penis once dwelled within her during pregnancy. How swiftly a tiny bud grew into this towering pillar, daunting even to her.

Its musky scent overwhelmed her, her slit and womb pulsing. Reason screamed this was taboo, but her body urged her to swallow deeper, tightening her throat, milking the semen sharing her DNA.

"So hot… so deep…!" Kagura felt his cock in a soft, warm crucible.

The mischievous, lofty mother now shamelessly sucked him, her lips, once for his father, now servicing her son, baring her breasts and slit, pleasuring herself before him. A single night, and the world had shifted bewilderingly.

During climax, he didn't adjust semen expansion, gripping her twin-tails like reins.

Sayuri surrendered, arms around his waist, gulping his thick, gushing semen like a force-fed goose, the 45°C fluid scalding her esophagus, flooding her stomach.

She swallowed eagerly, throat working, his cock lodged, like a machine pumping semen into her.

This was the taste she craved—rank, potent, carrying her chromosomes, a gift of life returned to her.

Though only her stomach and mouth, the shame was profound. The stench rose from her stomach, through her nasal passages, its pungency reminding her of her depravity.

"Cough… cough…" Spitting some semen, she caught it, smiling shyly, spreading the saliva-mixed fluid over her slit, coating every crevice.

She dipped fingers inside, tugging her curled labia, lifting, pushing, pulling upward. Raising her feet to the chair's edge, she leaned back, facing him, parting her semen-slick slit, winking. "What are you waiting for?"

"Sayuri… this isn't something we can brush off!" he warned, cock still rigid.

"Come… my beloved Kagura." She smiled, unburdened.

He aimed his cock at her flushed, reddening flesh, inching forward—

The next second, Kagura jolted upright in bed, lips wet with his own saliva, hands pressing his throbbing, unsated cock.

"Huff… huff…"

Licking his lips, he scanned the room, drenched in cold sweat, back clammy, chilling as he sat. He wasn't at a table but safe in his grand bed.