Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

When Mrs. Miura woke up, she found herself pinned beneath a broad, heavy body.

At the same time, her own body was clinging tightly to him, her legs clamped around his torso, refusing to release their grip.

A hard, throbbing object was thrusting in and out of her lower body, repeatedly slamming against her, each thrust injecting waves of thick, hot, filthy fluid.

Mrs. Miura instantly realized she was being fucked—violated by the boyfriend her daughter had just brought home.

She also noticed her daughter lying unconscious on the nearby sofa, clearly having succumbed to the alcohol.

Peeking beneath her daughter's skirt, she was horrified to see the inner thighs smeared with semen—just like her own situation.

Wait, doesn't that mean both she and her daughter were brutally fucked by the same guy?

This... this is too filthy!

How did something so innocent turn into this?

She distinctly remembered the three of them happily enjoying dinner, trying to get her son-in-law drunk so he'd take responsibility for her daughter.

Then... then she couldn't remember anything clearly. She vaguely recalled not being able to stay awake until the end, collapsing into her to be son-in-law's arms.

So, she, drunk and likely blacked out, had fallen into the arms of her equally intoxicated son-in-law, and somehow they had ended up having sex?

Ah, fuck! damn it! Had she tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice? Not only had she failed to get her drunk daughter and Roland to sleep naked together, but her own body had been defiled with his filthy virile spunk.

She had been penetrated by someone other than her husband, leaving behind a deadly seed.

If her husband ever found out, she would be finished. Divorce would be inevitable.

No, no, no! Her family would be destroyed! She couldn't let that happen. Her husband must never discover this!

And if her daughter suddenly woke up and saw her own mother using her son-in-law, their mother-daughter relationship would shatter like a sand castle.

Mrs. Miura knew this ambiguous encounter was likely just a drunken accident, no one's fault. But this accident couldn't continue; it had to stop immediately.

"Roland! Roland, wake up! You've got the wrong person!"

"Your woman is over there! I'm your aunt!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Mrs. Miura began shaking Roland vigorously while shouting in his ear at a moderate volume.

She couldn't shout too loudly, lest she wake her daughter. She had to control her voice.

But could a moderate volume really rouse someone?

Mrs. Miura didn't know. All she knew was that after shouting for a long time, Roland remained unresponsive. Instead, the rhythmic thudding from below began to drown out her voice, each thrust inexplicably making her feel increasingly comfortable. Her shouts gradually softened, as if she feared that waking him would end this pleasure.

"Ah~!"

"Ah~ no!"

"Mmm... ah!"

"Wake up... Roland."

"I can't take it anymore..."

"No... no... I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"Aghhhhn~!!!"

Mrs. Miura's cries grew increasingly erratic. By the end, they weren't pleas to stop anymore, but rather sounds of surrender. She began swaying her hips in rhythm with Roland's movements, her expression one of pure ecstasy.

It wasn't until Roland thrust forcefully that her restraints finally gave way and a flood of sensation erupted uncontrollably within her body marked with childbirth scars.

Mrs. Miura's eyes widened in shock, but the torrent below continued to surge in relentless waves, her body trembling violently. The feeling was...

So good!

It felt so damn good!

Mrs. Miura couldn't resist pressing herself harder against the rigid object, urging it to thrust deeper and unleash an even more intense flood of pleasure. Wave after wave of sensation surged through her.

When the climax finally subsided, Mrs. Miura, panting heavily, flushed with shame.

What was she doing?!

She had actually used her own pussy to actively thrust herself against her son-in-law's...hard cock like a hoe?

All for a more intense orgasm?

You're being violated! He's already pumped so much of his filthy semen into you! Shouldn't you be trying to get away and cleanse yourself instead of... enjoying it?!

Damn it... it actually felt kind of good.

Okay, let's be honest—remove the "kind of." This is beyond good!

Where on earth did her daughter find this man? How could that thing feel so incredibly good?

This wasn't just ordinary pleasure; it was a sensation that defied earthly limits, so overwhelming it shattered her moral compass. She felt she would do anything for another taste of that bliss.

Mrs. Miura realized Roland's hard dick was a divine artifact, likely the only one of its kind in the world that has fallen from heavens. And her daughter had gotten it so cheaply?

Damn it! She wanted another taste so badly. What should she do?

Well, if her husband didn't find out, it wouldn't be a crime, right?

He was working late tonight. She could do this all night and he'd never know, let alone if she just had one more time. One more definitely won't make a difference with her pussy already leaking Roland previous dumps of semen.

Yes... as long as she wasn't caught, it wasn't a crime.

Then... then just one more time. Just once more, and she'd wash her hands of this forever.

After all, she'd already gone this far. The part of her womb that should have been filled with semen was long since overflowing. Stopping now wouldn't make much difference, would it?

As expected, Mrs. Miura's eyes were already sparkling with hearts, her mind clouded by pleasure. Faced with something she knew was wrong, she was desperately rationalizing her actions.

She stopped shouting for Roland to stop and began urging him on with phrases like "Harder!" and "Faster!" As she cried out, two hours slipped by unnoticed.

Not just once, but four times they had finished!

By this point, Mrs. Miura had clearly forgotten her earlier resolve to stop after one time. She was now comfortably preparing to welcome her fifth climax.

The two bodies rolled across the floor, their movements and sounds growing increasingly frantic as they neared the peak.

"Roland! Roland! Roland!"

"Aghh! I'm jumping on my daughter's man dick!"

"Roland!"

"Aggghn!"

"Aunt....?"

As Roland called out, he suddenly pretended to sober up, staring at the woman before him with feigned horror.

His eyes seemed to scream: How could it be Aunt? Shouldn't it be Yumiko?

Mrs. Miura hadn't expected Roland to regain his senses at such a moment, but she was on the verge of climax and had no intention of stopping now.

"It's... it's me," she replied, her voice thick with shame. "We seem to have... gotten carried away after drinking too much."

"Uh... I'm sorry, Auntie. I didn't realize it was you..."

"It's alright, it's the alcohol's fault. Aunt doesn't blame you."

"But I'm still sorry. I'll separate right away."

"No! Don't! Aunt said she doesn't blame you. Just keep going."

"But... how can I do this to my own mother-in-law? I can't. I have to leave."

"Leave my ass! Just stay put and behave like a good boy!"

Mrs. Miura couldn't contain herself any longer. Seeing him try to pull away at this moment was unbearable.

In a fit of anger, she flipped them over, pinning Roland beneath her body. She snarled, "If you don't want to break up with my daughter, you'll keep going. From now on, you'll satisfy my sexual desires. Understand?"

With that, Mrs. Miura greedily seized his lips, aggressively initiating the assault on her future son-in-law. She started thrusting her tongue into his mouth while she spit out her saliva into his mouth and making him gulped it down like a nectar.

Today she, Keiko Miura was completely out of control and she would fuck the sh!t out of the boy under her. Tonight, she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied to the point of collapse.

Now, serve me properly with that divine tool of yours!