Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

One evening at the Yuihama residence, Yui and her mother had fallen asleep, exhausted and covered in sticky semen and love juices, their bodies clinging together in a gooey embrace.

Seeing them so peaceful, Roland decided not to disturb them and teleported directly to Mrs. Kawasaki's home. He found her preparing dinner for her daughter, Sakura, who had just returned from school. To their surprise, a familiar figure materialized out of thin air magically.

Mrs. Kawasaki Saki had long known about Roland's superpower. Even if she hadn't, he could simply use Hypnosis Technique to make them accept this reality, as if him coming him out of thin is normal thing not some hallucinations.

Hypnosis Technique is truly convenient—no wonder it's a staple ability for male protagonists in adult hentai anime. It usefulness is truly uncountable.

"Roland, what brings you here?" Mrs. Kawasaki and Sakura both stared at the suddenly appearing man, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Does Sakura not welcome me as a guest?" Roland casually sat down directly across from her, propped his chin in his hands, and gazed intently at her as he asked.

"I didn't say that," Sakura retorted, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm just curious why you're here at this particular time." She quickly averted her gaze, embarrassed by his intense stare.

After so many days, she naturally knew that Roland was her family's savior. It was because Roland had given her mother ten million Neon Coins that her family didn't have to toil day and night to cover her younger sister's medical expenses—and even then, they might not have been able to raise enough.

In essence, Roland had saved her sister's life. After surviving a devastating traffic accident, her family couldn't afford to lose another member.

From this perspective, she was deeply grateful to Roland for his selfless generosity.

Moreover, after getting to his lunch to school every day to improve her impression of him, how could she possibly not welcome Roland as a guest?

She wouldn't even mind if he stayed over, but their home was quite humble, lacking proper guest rooms. Instead, they used screens to partition the living room into makeshift bedrooms.

Yes, her family was very poor.

And Roland was clearly wealthy—they belonged to different worlds.

This was why Kawasaki Sakura had never openly shown her affection for Roland. She knew she wasn't good enough for him nor she thinks she'll be.

But that didn't stop her heart from fluttering with joy every time she saw him.

"I came over because, I'm quite hungry," Roland said, winking at her. "You don't mind if I grab a bite here, do you?"

"Suit yourself," Kawasaki Sakura replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But don't complain if you don't like the food."

"No worries," Roland answered mysteriously. "I love all kinds of donburi."

Kawasaki Sakura clearly didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words, assuming he was simply referring to the rice bowl dishes.

After all, why would she ever imagine Roland being the kind of man who would eat a "mother-daughter donburi"? Whose other famous name throughout the world is oyakodon.

But Mrs. Kawasaki was different. Having witnessed Roland's affairs with numerous mother-daughter pairs, she fully grasped his unspoken intentions.

She had anticipated this day for a long time. In fact, she was somewhat surprised it had taken so long to arrive.

Given her daughter's obvious interest in Roland, Mrs. Kawasaki had no intention of resisting, because it's an oppurtunity for her poverty sick family to climb up the societal ladder at once.

While letting someone else eat her family's "mother-daughter donburi" was undeniably immoral and taboo, wasn't it also an opportunity to change their fate?

If they could truly become part of the Roland Family, they wouldn't have to live in this dilapidated house anymore. They could leap into wealth overnight.

Call her materialistic if you want, but who wouldn't want to be supported by a wealthy patron and skip twenty years of hard work? Let's just say the mother and daughter were being "sponsored" by Roland.

And its not her and her elder daughter. When her younger daughter gets out of the hospital, it could be three of them who'll get to live the rich lifestyle.

After all, her younger daughter had been eager to meet the "big brother" who cared so much about her. Still, Mrs. Kawasaki secretly hoped Roland would wait until her younger daughter was a bit older before... well, that was a matter for later.

"You two chat for a while. I'll go start dinner. Just pretend I'm not here," Mrs. Kawasaki winked at her daughter, as if urging her not to miss her chance with this man.

Sakura understood her mother's hint, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"Of course, Auntie. I'll do my best to get closer to Saki," Roland quickly replied, then pretended to be trying to build rapport as he moved closer to Sakura.

Sakura felt terribly embarrassed and tried to subtly shift away.

But Roland relentlessly closed the distance.

She even noticed that his hand had somehow slipped onto hers, then adjusted to interlock their fingers.

This...

Even the most oblivious person would understand what Roland was trying to convey, right?

Saki covered her mouth in disbelief, asking in a trembling voice, "Roland... what are you doing?"

"Huh? Am I not being clear enough?" Roland simply smiled at her, then decisively pulled her into his arms, holding her possessively against his chest.

"I... I can take this as you liking me?" Sakura asked, still uncertain. The vast difference in their social status made her feel somewhat inferior. How could someone as wealthy as Roland possibly like her?

He had plenty of chances with all the beautiful and wealthy girls in class. Why would he choose her?

"It seems I still haven't made myself clear enough." Roland lowered his head toward the beauty in his arms, his lips parting slightly as if about to kiss her.

Sakura's heart began to race. Though she still told herself, This can't be real, I'm in a sweet wet dream for sure and I'll wake up soon and forget about the wet dream too, she couldn't deny the possibility that it might actually be true.

Could she really be that lucky? Did she really was a sage in her past life who did a lot of good things in life and now she finally reaping the fruits of that?

Wh... what should she do?

What should she do now?

Should she accept this kiss? Should she push him away? Or should she call 9-1-1 and file sexual allegations against him? She doesn't know, and now her mind is turning into a mush..

Mmm! Ughnnn!

Before she could decide, Roland abruptly closed the distance and kissed her. With that, Sakura no longer had to deliberate all kinds of probabilities. Her panicked eyes gradually relaxed, and she closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing crimson as Roland tongue came knocking in her teeth.

Well, there doesn't seem to be any reason to refuse.

She parted her lips willingly, allowing her beloved's tongue to slip into her mouth, skillfully stirring against her own.

Under the influence of the Massage Technique, Sakura was quickly overwhelmed by the kiss, completely losing herself in the moment. She could only feel his tongue playing with her own and they were exchanging saliva like an life elixir, and she gulped it down each time.

Naturally, she didn't notice when her clothes were stripped off, tho she could feel a pair of bare big hands caressing her skin and kneading her petite breasts.

Next she could feel the hands on her butt, the hands pulling her cheeks, kneading, spanking it like a dough ball. One finger rubbed against her butthole teasing it gently while the other hand teased her pussy.

Before she could realize and grasp the situation she could feel a hard object had already been inserted into her body. For the first in her life she could feel her stomach feel without eating.

And she really want to feel this for her whole life, she didn't want to return to sleep with empty stomach or with a singing stomach.

All she felt was pure bliss, a blissful sensation coursing through her entire being. She wanted nothing more than to writhe and twist in pursuit of that pleasure, again and again, as semen were injected into her.

At that moment, Mrs. Kawasaki entered, carrying a tray of freshly prepared food to the small dining table.

Seeing the young man ravishing her daughter in the living room sofa, she felt a brief flicker of complex emotions. But she quickly shed her own clothes and approached them, drawn by an irresistible force...

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