Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

Roland resorted to his old tricks.

That day, Roland and Yumiko remained locked in their struggle in the toilet then he shifted to infirmary bed until darkness fell. Only after everyone had left the school did he finally emerge, carrying Yumiko in their still-joined position his dick still inside her overflowing pussy.

Mrs. Kawasaki was already waiting for them in her car at the school gate.

When Mrs. Kawasaki saw him with yet another woman, it would be a lie to say she wasn't surprised.

Is this what life is like for the wealthy?? she wondered.

She had heard rumors that the rich changed women more frequently than they changed underwear, sometimes cycling through several in a single day.

At the time, Mrs. Kawasaki had dismissed such claims as exaggeration. Now, she believed them completely from the bottom of her heart.

The lifestyles of the wealthy truly defied imagination.

But upon reflection, it made sense. Imagine if you were a wealthy high school student who could casually give female classmates thousands of dollars to spend each day. Would winning over those girls be a challenge at all?

It's likely they'd practically hand themselves over without him even needing to try.

After all, once someone gets used to spending thousands of dollars every day, they'd find it impossible to adjust to men who don't give them any money at all.

This isn't about being materialistic; it's about habit.

Some people hesitate for ages before buying something that costs just a few dozen dollars, while others casually drop thousands on a single outfit.

Even if the former suddenly became wealthy, they'd still hesitate over purchases of a few hundred dollar.

Conversely, even if the latter were broke, they'd instinctively gravitate toward designer brands when shopping.

That's the power of habit.

From Mrs. Kawasaki's perspective, Roland could have any woman he wanted with ease.

She wouldn't be surprised if he ended up taking the virginity of every single girl in the school even remotely attractive girl in the school.

Of course, Mrs. Kawasaki wasn't about to judge. After all, someone was going to take their virginity eventually, and it probably wouldn't be their future husband anyway.

So why not let Roland be the one?

Mrs. Kawasaki consoled herself with these thoughts—it was the only way she could cope.

After all, she was Roland's secret lover. As a mistress, her only duty was to offer herself in exchange for money; anything beyond that was none of her concern.

However, the blonde girl seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Roland's attention. She didn't even notice when he transferred her to the car, completely absorbed in passionately kissing and grinding against him.

It wasn't until Yumiko was dropped off at her doorstep and Roland withdrew from her body that she realized she was home.

Yumiko's face burned with shame. How could she have become so reckless, engaging in such frenzied activity in front of the driver without even realizing it? Had Mrs. Kawasaki witnessed her most embarrassing moments?

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she dressed, burying her face in Roland's chest the entire time, too mortified to meet anyone's gaze.

Afterward, Yumiko dragged Roland home as if they were fleeing. As they arrived, a beautiful blonde woman appeared before them.

The woman had the same silky golden hair as Yumiko, with gentle curls at the ends, exuding an air of refined elegance.

Seeing her daughter holding hands with a boy, the experienced mother immediately recognized his significance.

"Oh my~, a little boyfriend?"

The blonde woman, who had just finished preparing dinner, playfully approached them, her eyes both teasing and warmly welcoming Roland.

She even mimicked her daughter's gesture, hooking her arm around Roland's other arm as if she were particularly interested in him.

"Hello, Auntie. My name is Roland," Roland greeted politely.

"Hello~ When did you and Yumiko start dating? Why are you only meeting me today?"

"Actually, Yumiko and I have known each other for a while, but we only made things official today."

"I see. So, who confessed first?"

"Mom! Why are you asking such pointless questions? Can you at least let him sit down first?!" Yumiko's face flushed crimson as her mother began prying into her personal affairs.

In truth, they had never confessed their feelings to each other. They had skipped the confession entirely and moved straight to physical intimacy.

She couldn't exactly say their relationship had been established because she had called out his name while masturbating in the bathroom, and then things had naturally progressed from there, could she?

"Ara ara~, you're blushing~" Mrs. Miura teased, her eyes twinkling with delight at her daughter's flushed cheeks.

"I'm not blushing! We're lovers now, what's there to be embarrassed about?!" Yumiko retorted, her voice tinged with anger and embarrassment.

"Lovers or not, you're not married yet~"

"Who... who says we haven't..."

"Ara?"

Mrs. Miura narrowed her eyes, studying her daughter's crimson face. It didn't seem like a lie she'd make up just to save face.

Please don't tell me my daughter has already been... taken.

Dating was fine—after all, they were both women, and it was natural to yearn for romance.

But you're still high school students! You've already... done it?

"Really?" Mrs. Miura glanced at Roland again.

"Yes," Roland confirmed with a nod, not denying it.

"You only became a couple today, right?"

"Yes."

"You young people these days..." Mrs. Miura shook her head and sighed, looking utterly exasperated.

What's done is done. What else can I do?

I can't exactly break them up, can I?

Mrs. Miura had always believed her daughter valued her virginity, but now she realized she didn't understand her daughter at all.

"Fine, fine. Just remember, you need to take responsibility for my daughter, you hear?" Mrs. Miura said helplessly.

"I'll make her happy," Roland nodded.

"Words are cheap, but since it's come to this, I can only hope you mean it." Mrs. Miura, having lived longer, knew the old saying: A man's words are as unreliable as a ghost's whispers. For safety's sake, she would have preferred her daughter to wait until marriage.

But now that it was too late, she could only pray Roland would be a responsible man.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there like a statue. It just so happens my husband is working late again, and I was wondering what to do with all this extra food. Come on, let's eat." Despite her worries about Roland's commitment, Mrs. Miura had to admit her daughter had good taste—the young man was undeniably handsome.

If she ignored the issue of his irresponsibility, Mrs. Miura actually quite liked the young man. Since that was the case, she decided to work with her daughter to build a good relationship with him and try to make him take responsibility.

Wait, what if I get him drunk, then have my daughter sleep naked with him and take compromising photos?

If he ever tries to shirk his responsibilities, I can use the photos to accuse him of assaulting her!

Perfect, that's exactly what I'll do.

After confirming that Roland was of legal age, Mrs. Miura opened a bottle of wine under the pretense of celebrating and began executing her plan.

But as bottle after bottle was emptied, Yumiko had long since passed out on the floor, and even Mrs. Miura was swaying unsteadily, barely able to stay on her feet. Yet Roland remained completely unaffected.

On the contrary, the blackout-drunk Mrs. Miura suddenly threw herself into Roland's arms.

"Don't... think... you can... run... away... hic." Even in her drunken stupor, Mrs. Miura hadn't forgotten her mission to secure this man for her daughter. She couldn't let him escape before taking responsibility.

"Auntie, you're drunk. Why don't I help you change and then carry you back to your room to rest?" Roland said, looking at the woman who had collapsed into his arms, his mischievous intentions bubbling to the surface like gas in a soda bottle.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Mrs. Miura and gently stroked her with the Massage Technique, trying to ignite her passion.

As expected, the technique worked wonders. Mrs. Miura's body immediately grew hot, and she began to rub herself against Roland in his embrace. "Hold me... Husband, hold me tight..."

She pressed her lips against Roland's neck and face, mistaking him for her husband, before finally sealing their mouths together in a deep kiss, with her tongue trying to pry open his mouth.

As Roland parted his lips slightly, Mrs. Miura's tongue darted inside.

The moment her tongue touched his, Roland's Massage Technique, things spiraled out of control.

Mrs. Miura began kissing Roland frantically with saliva dripping down her chin, allowing him to strip her naked and enter her body without the slightest resistance.

Roland abandoned his probing and pinned her beneath him, thrusting relentlessly until wave after wave of his semen flooded her pussy canal.

After hours of brutal violation, Mrs. Miura gradually sobered up, realizing what was happening. But as she did, another batch of semen was thrust into her womb.

Her eyes widened in terror...FUCK!