Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

Upstairs, in Roland's room.

Furubashi Shizuru's health had never been robust, so she and Fumino chose to rest in the guest room on the second floor rather than stay in the bustling downstairs area.

Wait, what?

You're wondering why Roland's room is being used as a guest room?

Did you really think only Karena Kaur and her mother had ever snuck into Roland's room at night?

In truth, Roland had slept with many women long ago, though they had only shared a bed without any intimacy.

So when Furubashi Shizuru suggested going to the guest room, she and her daughter naturally ended up in Roland's room.

It wasn't until they were sitting on Roland's bed that both mother and daughter blushed.

They belatedly realized they had inadvertently revealed their habit of treating Roland's room as a guest room.

The most mortifying part was: why was the mother (daughter) doing the same thing?

Could it be that both mother and daughter had slept with Roland?

"Fumino, you too...?" Shizuru asked, looking at her daughter, who was blushing and staring at the floor. She was both surprised and yet somehow it made perfect sense.

After all, both mother and daughter adored Roland, and Shizuru had long known her daughter harbored feelings for him.

"I... I'll go take a bath first!" Fumino, always easily embarrassed, couldn't withstand her mother's piercing gaze. Her face flushed crimson, she fled to the bathroom, unable to face her mother any longer.

Shizuru could only shake her head helplessly. She had no intention of scolding her daughter; in fact, she desperately wanted her to win Roland over. That way, the three of them could live together as a family.

Shizuru truly adored Roland, perhaps even more than she loved her own daughter.

The reason was simple: when Roland was very young, Shizuru had fallen gravely ill and was suffering from Anthropophobia.

It was Roland whose presence saved her life.

While she recovered, her husband suddenly succumbed to kxk Syndrome and died.

Grief worsened Shizuru's health, so Roland began taking baths and sleeping with her to tailor the treatment.

Since Yukio and Karena mother often bathed with Roland anyway, Shizuru saw no harm in letting him join her.

To prevent her daughter from developing the same strange illness in the future, she even had Fumino join them in the baths.

The three of them had bathed together long ago.

There was something she deliberately didn't mention: when Roland was little, he used to face her in the bath, hugging her and rubbing against her, even trying to insert his undeveloped little thing into her body—though he never managed to get very far.

But now, she imagined, he could probably fill her completely.

No, what am I thinking about?

"Aunt Shizuru, you're here," Roland suddenly appeared, making Furubashi Shizuru, who had been lost in her dangerous immoral thoughts, blush.

"Roland, it's been so long! Auntie missed you terribly. It's too noisy downstairs, so I came to your room to rest."

"Then why don't you stay the night? We can sleep together again."

"Are you sure you just want to sleep with Auntie? Or are you planning something naughty~?"

"Fine, I am planning something naughty. Is that okay?"

"Huh? Well..."

Shizuru hadn't expected Roland to be so direct. He even sat beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.

Her face flushed crimson. What is this silly boy saying? Could he possibly be thinking of... defiling me?

"Speaking of which, where's Fumino?" Roland glanced around the room, puzzled by her absence. "She always used to sleep here with me when she came over to play."

"Fumino's taking a bath," Shizuru replied, her face flushing as she struggled to answer Roland's earlier question.

"A bath? It's been so long since we bathed together," Roland mused wistfully.

"You're both grown-ups now. You can't bathe together anymore, of course."

"Why not?"

"Why do you think...? Because you're grown-ups!"

"But why can't grown-ups bathe together? Doesn't Aunt Shizuru want to?"

"This... You little rascal! Teasing your aunt is wrong, you know?"

"Okay, I understand."

"Good." Shizuru finally breathed a sigh of relief, though she adored Roland, she was still a mother.

And her daughter also liked him. If he ever tried anything inappropriate, she wouldn't know what to do.

Well...

She already didn't know what to do.

The boy had actually slipped his hand under her clothes and brazenly reached up to cup her breast.

"You little rascal! Didn't we agree you wouldn't tease your aunt?!" Shizuru frantically grabbed his hand.

"But I wasn't teasing you, Aunt Shizuru. I'm serious. I want you."

"Huh?"

"I want you, Aunt Shizuru!"

"Ugh~!"

Furubashi Shizuru couldn't believe it. She had been pinned down...

By the child she had watched grow up had pinned her down.

Though he knew she was frail, he forced her down, kissed her lips, stripped her clothes, and entered her deepest recesses.

Shizuru's legs instinctively wrapped around him, lost in the pleasure. Oh, this is the real deal—a classic position.

She glared at him in embarrassed fury, but his tongue stirred her into shivers.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, skin to skin, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hips began to undulate involuntarily.

Her lower body took charge, thrusting against his.

She was mortified, yet the pleasure was too intense to stop.

Hold me tighter! Even tighter!

Aunt's been so cold all these years. Aunt needs your warmth!

Then a searing heat flooded her deepest recesses, and she was finally, finally warm.

But having used her daughter's man like this... why not let her share in this happiness is bliss too?

So Shizuru let Roland carry her into the bathroom, their bodies colliding rhythmically as they stepped into Fumino's bathtub.

The girl's expression must have been completely stunned.

But you still had to watch, watch your beloved man inject his filthy hot virile semen into your mother's body, until it overflowed and sprayed out.

Fumino was so horrified she couldn't speak.

What silenced her even more was that after finishing, her mother actually hugged her from behind, spreading her body open to Roland and inviting him to enter her.

How could Fumino possibly say anything? Could she accept this?

Accepting such a thing would be utterly shameless, but refusing seemed equally undesirable. She was completely speechless.

She could only lie in her mother's arms, watching Roland's weight press down on her, his lips claiming hers as he plunged deep inside her.

Who would have thought that after so many years, the three of them would bathe together again, this time with such wanton abandon?

Yet, she had to admit, it felt... good. Much more pleasurable than their previous baths together.

The man she loved was thrusting into her while kissing her mother right before her eyes, their mingled saliva dripping onto her lips.

Fumino was entranced, lost in pleasure, as if they were all curled up together in a warm bed, clinging tightly to each other, entwined and inseparable.

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As Roland, sandwiched between Furubashi Shizuru and her daughter, Fumino was carried downstairs to the main hall, he found the room already filled with naked figures engaged in chats, masturbation and sexual acts.

Their bodies were adorned with a lavish array of food, presenting Roland with a feast of living delicacies.

To taste the food, Roland simply had to approach, penetrate their bodies, and kiss them simultaneously.

Thus, the challenge became: how to keep Roland using one's body indefinitely?

The solution seemed simple: if one's body was covered with Roland's favorite foods, wouldn't he stay with them longer?

In essence, this had become a culinary competition of epic proportions!

Yet, as the competition dragged on, those who hadn't had their turn grew impatient. Disregarding all rules, they pounced on Roland, forcing themselves upon him.

Well, everyone had anticipated such a scenario. Without further ado, they all joined the fray, their bodies intertwining in a depraved orgy of flesh.

No one refused; everyone descended into depravity.

They either knelt on the floor, arching their hips, or lay sprawled with legs spread wide, some facing each other, mother and daughter, others overlapping back-to-back, fingers parting their intimate folds as they clamored in unison, "Master, use me!"

Even Yukio and Kasumi, already pregnant, joined this debauched orgy.

There was no need to worry about the children in their wombs; their almighty mother in law would protect them with her superpowers.

Tonight, all that mattered was indulging in their lust and depravity to the fullest!

Thus, Roland experienced the sensation of being relentlessly fucked by a horde of beauties.

The younger women surrounded him on all sides, pressing tightly against him, caressing him, kissing him, licking him.

The rhythmic thud-thud-thud and pleasure cries never ceased in the room, continuing for... an entire year!

For a year, they hadn't left the house, doing nothing but pleasuring each other's bodies.

Work?

What's that?

Cleaning themselves?

A snap of Elena fingers took care of it.

Hungry?

Superpowers solve everything!

They could keep going nonstop, until they were completely exhausted!

But today, a year later, they had to stop. Looking at those swollen bellies—it's time for the babies to be born.

Yet one person refused to stop: Roland's mother, Elena.

After giving birth, everyone else resumed their normal lives. The MILFs went back to work, the students returned to school, and they hired "capable" nannies to care for the children, when most of them were busy.

Only Roland and his mother remained locked in their endless embrace, their bodies constantly colliding on the sofa, their lips locked in fervent kisses, their moans echoing through the room.

Neither of them felt fatigue. Neither needed food. Both had mastered the Massage Technique, stimulating each other endlessly.

How could they possibly stop?

During the day, while the MILFs were at work or school, they continued their relentless collisions.

At noon, while the MILFs prepared lunch, they continued their relentless sex.

That evening, after dinner, some watched TV, others engaged in indoor games , while others playfully teased Roland, who was being clung to and nuzzled from behind. Yet Roland and his mother remained locked in a passionate embrace, their kisses relentless as the semen pulsed within them again and again.

They simply couldn't stop!

A month later, Roland's wives, who hadn't had a moment alone with him, finally intervened. They proposed a Pact: at least ten hours each day would be dedicated to them and four hours for their young childrens, leaving the remaining time for the mother and son to do as they pleased.

This arrangement brought happiness to everyone.

The wives resumed their normal lives, working during the day and returning home in the evenings to be with their husband.

But outside those hours, the mother and son remained inseparable.

Day after day, year after year, decade after decade, they truly intended to live like this forever—never parting, eternally loving each other, until the end of time.

By now, the mother and son had accumulated enough Points to grant all their wives eternal life.

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THE END