"Aahh... Haruto... it feels so good..."
Chiyo's voice came in breathy, shuddering gasps as she moved on top of him, her hips undulating with each roll.
Her generous curves—her waist and full figure—bounced with every thrust, her pace growing frenzied as she chased her climax.
The cramped, dimly lit bathroom amplified her moans, filling the air with the sounds of their forbidden passion.
Haruto slouched on the toilet seat, seemed lost in the pleasure she was giving him, his high school uniform in disarray.
His black trousers lay pooled on the tiled floor, his shirt was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from their 'fun'.
"OHH!!! NGGHHH!!! AHHH!!! AHHH!!!"
Chiyo moaned even louder, as if she didn't have a shame left in her. However, Haruto covered her mouth with his hand.
"You are too loud, Mother. Do you want someone to find us or something?" Haruto groaned, feeling her pussy trembling and clamping down on his cock.
"God, your cunt feels amazing. You just like a slut," he slapped on her ass, making a muffled moan echo in the bathroom.
Just as her movements began to grow more erratic, a voice called from outside the bathroom.
"Stepmother?" It was Haruka, her tone light but growing impatient. "Are you coming to breakfast?"
Chiyo froze, her body tensing in his arms as her breath hitched.
"What are you waiting for?" Haruto whispered in her ear, releasing her mouth. "Answer her."
"Y-Yeah... one moment," she managed, her voice breathy, but before she could finish, Haruto shifted inside her, sending a sudden, sharp pulse of pleasure through her.
"Aahh!" she moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sound, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
"Are you alright?" Haruka's footsteps grew louder, stopping just outside the door.
"I... Ngghh... Fine!!!"
Chiyo stammered, steadying her voice as best as she could, though her hands clung to Haruto, struggling to control her breathing.
Her hips quivered as he continued to rock against her, each movement making it harder for her to keep quiet.
Haruka's tone turned impatient. "Well, hurry up! I'm late, and where is brother anyway?"
Chiyo bit her lip hard, her face buried against Haruto's neck as her body took over, undulating to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Haruto rolled his eyes, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Relax, I'm here now," he replied, grabbing his chopsticks as he settled in.
After a few more grumbles from Haruka, they finally began their breakfast together, the familiar sounds of clinking dishes and soft conversation filling the air.
***
Haruto walked toward the school building, each step carrying confidence. The students milling around in their matching uniforms paused, their attention caught by his presence.
Whispers and glances followed him as he approached, but he kept his posture straight, his chin lifted, letting the bruises still scattered across his face add to his aura rather than diminish it.
He was different now—stronger, more assured, someone who not only knew what he wanted but had the will to claim it.
The low murmurs around him didn't make him feel small; instead, they bolstered him. The students stared, half in awe, half in shock.
'I'm almost at level 30,' he thought, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
'My stats have skyrocketed, and it shows. Can't blame them for noticing how handsome and... magnetic I am now.'
He had considered using the Ring of Himeros to boost his appeal, but he decided against it.
The ring would send any woman within sight of him into a near frenzy—a bit overkill for a simple entrance.
As he entered his classroom, a hush fell over the room. Every head turned in his direction, eyes widening as recognition slowly dawned on his classmates.
"A new student?"
"Wow! He's gorgeous!"
"Look at those bruises... is he a delinquent?"
"But still so cool!"
Haruto strode to his seat and sank down with a calm, almost dismissive gaze toward them. The class gaped in stunned disbelief.
"Wait... is that Hayase?"
"No way, that nerd?!"
"How... How did this happen?"
The murmurs turned into an excited hum as several girls flocked toward him, their faces lighting up as they gushed over his transformation.
Some of the boys, meanwhile, couldn't hide their envy, exchanging uncertain glances.
One student seated directly behind Haruto, his bowl cut and thick glasses giving him a permanently disgruntled look, mumbled under his breath, scowling, "He isn't even that handsome..."