Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

To avoid being caught by her husband, Mrs. Miura hid in the bathroom with Roland. The two genitals joined together, then slipped into the bathtub for a romantic bath.

Thanks to the Massage Technique, even maintaining their joined position without moving provided Mrs. Miura with pleasure comparable to what others would get from vigorous thrusting.

In other words, Mrs. Miura was being thoroughly pampered, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

It was simply too good—so good that not moving at all would feel almost stifling.

How could she let that happen?

Faced with such a divine cock that was blessed to her from heavens, how could she allow herself to suffer? Surely a little wriggling would only make it feel even better?

Right? A little wriggling wouldn't hurt anything. It would be a waste not to move a bit with something so pleasurable. She had to move!

So Mrs. Miura began to move, letting that thing press against her womb entrance as she writhed gently on Roland dick. The tingling stimulation sent shivers through her, and she couldn't suppress a slight spurt of her vaginal fluid.

This release was so pleasurable that she lost all rationality. Focused solely on intensifying the sensation and releasing more, she completely failed to notice her arousal building again. The rhythmic contractions gradually quickened, transforming from gentle thrusts into forceful plunges, and finally into frenzied, erratic movements.

*PAK! PAK! PAK!

The slapping sounds could no longer be contained, especially with the water in the bathtub amplifying the wet, rhythmic impacts, as if determined to be heard outside the bathroom.

Even if the slapping sounds had been muffled, her unrestrained moans would have betrayed her. Mrs. Miura, completely immersed in lust, had forgotten to restrain herself. She'd even forgotten her husband was home, consumed by the sensation of Roland's tongue stirring her mouth and pussy as she cried out incoherently:

"Aah~!!!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Husband! Husband! Husband!"

"Husband, fuck me harder! Harder, harder!"

"Harder... harder! Don't stop... don't stop!"

These unbridled cries naturally reached the ears of Mr. Miura as he returned from using the restroom.

Hearing these lewd sounds, Mr. Miura was dumbfounded. What the hell is going on?! Why had his wife turned into this lust demon just after she went to the bathroom? The bathroom continued to echo with intense slapping noises and his wife's wanton cries... Could it be... could she possibly be masturbating in there?!

Masturbating while calling out his name!

She's thinking of him while masturbating!

Or... could it not be masturbation at all, but an affair with a third wheel in their happy marriage life? For a fleeting moment, Mr. Miura seriously considered this possibility. But upon closer thought, it seemed unlikely. If she knew he was back, she wouldn't dare make such unrestrained noises while hiding a lover.

No, she must be waiting for him to fall asleep before secretly letting the third wheel slip away. There was no way she would commit adultery right under his nose. He shouldn't jump to conclusions; after all, every broken family starts with suspicion.

Besides, he worked long hours, leaving little time to spend with her. It was perfectly normal for her to miss him so much that she'd secretly masturbate in the bathroom, unable to contain herself.

"My wife... even when you're masturbating, could you be a little quieter? There's nothing wrong with it, but what if our daughter downstairs hears?" Mr. Miura stood outside the bathroom, torn between amusement and exasperation as he addressed his wife inside.

Hearing his words, Mrs. Miura seemed to realize her voice might have been too loud, and there was a noticeable pause.

But then she snapped back, embarrassed and angry, "None of your business! So what if I scream or moan louder?! Husband! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"You... do as you please, then. Looks like I won't be getting any rest tonight."

"Then get some earplugs yourself!"

"No, I want to listen to my wife's shameless moans."

"Hmph! Then enjoy the show!"

Mrs. Miura resumed her rhythmic movements, but this time she did make an effort to lower her voice, though her restraint didn't last long.

Roland's masterpiece was simply too pleasurable. Before long, she couldn't suppress her cries again.

"Ah~~~!"

"So good! So good!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me raw!"

"Am I about to come? Am I?!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Inside! Inside!"

"Aahh!!!"

"It's coming! So much! So hot... All of your hot... it's all being injected inside me!" Mrs. Miura gasped.

Mr. Miura: "..."

It was almost as if she were being brutally ravaged by someone, and something hot like fresh semen was being injected into her. Well, of course hot water gets into your mouth when you're soaking or masturbating in the bath!

How had he never noticed how lewd his wife was before? The sounds made his face burn crimson, his ears flushed, and his mind raced with arousal, making sleep impossible. He wanted to reach for himself right then and there.

Come to think of it, isn't this like his wife being fucked in the bathroom while he's stuck outside, forced to jerk off alone?

Strangely, the thought stirred a perverse excitement within him.

*Ahem.

But Mr. Miura was too exhausted. Though he desperately wanted to keep listening to his wife's lewd moans, he couldn't fight the drowsiness any longer and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Just as he was about to slip into slumber, his wife's next words jolted him awake.

"Fuck me! Who told you to stop?! Keep going!" Mrs. Miura's voice grew increasingly frenzied.

"But Aunt, your husband is still outside. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Roland's voice chimed in.

"Husband... my husband should fuck me! My good husband, my sweet young hubby Roland! Just move already!" Mrs. Miura had completely lost her composure.

"Can't you at least stop for a moment until your real husband fall asleep?"

"No... I don't want to wait... Aunt is yours, Aunt's body is already yours. Aunt can't be without you. Aunt pussy has already taken your shape. Aunt can't avoid being violated by you. Fuck me! Fuck me until I'm ruined! Now!!!"

Whether it was Mrs. Miura's frenzied voice or Roland's cautious one, both deliberately carried to Mr. Miura's ears.

Mr. Miura jolted upright in bed, his face paling in shock. He could hear a man's voice coming from the bathroom. Could it be that his wife wasn't masturbating after all, but actually being fucked by someone else?

And to think she was making these desperate cries to be fucked raw, even while her husband was right in the house!

"Ah... ah!!!"

Overcome with rage, Mr. Miura was about to storm into the bathroom and catch them in the act when his heart suddenly seized. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed onto the bed.

In the fleeting moment before death claimed him completely, he heard his wife's increasingly frenzied moans and cries of climax.

His wife... had already been thoroughly fucked by someone else...