Chapter 80 – Your Daughter? She's My Daughter Now! (Patreon)

Looking at the little boy on the bed, lying there with that expression of total resignation, an inexplicable surge of emotion welled up in Asuna's heart.

Especially that look on Kouma's beautiful little face—wronged yet unresistingly compliant. Paired with the mental image her mind had conjured of the little boy and Kanae in that bathroom just moments ago, a strange, perverse thrill bloomed in Asuna's heart.

She felt just like one of those wicked, predatory older sisters, the type who'd say, "Little boy... you don't want your incubus identity exposed, do you? "

No, no—if I keep thinking like this, I feel like I'm going to slide off in a very wrong direction...

Asuna hurriedly shook her head to dispel the thoughts surfacing in her mind.

"Kouma-kun, you misunderstood. I'm not threatening you and besides, I know about you and Kanae-nee-san..."

The words tumbled out before she could stop them, and she immediately clamped her cherry lips shut. Saying that was basically admitting she'd been eavesdropping at the door!

But the little boy's very next sentence made Asuna freeze in shock.

"Asuna-nee-san, you said it wrong. As a wicked, voracious big sister, right now you should be using a triumphant tone and saying something like, 'Don't worry, Kanae-nee-san will never find out!' That's what you should be saying."

Huh?

Is that right?

Should I be... wickeder?

Wait—since when did I become a voracious big sister...?!

Asuna, whose train of thought had very nearly been derailed, immediately snapped back to her senses. She looked at the little boy—and where was that expression of fear, that wronged and unresisting look? Gone entirely.

Instead, he had walked over wearing an expression of exasperated disappointment, like a frustrated instructor trying to coach a hopeless student.

"Asuna-nee-san, you're the blonde-homewrecker character right now. You need to aggressively NTR the protagonist!"

Kouma said with utter seriousness.

In his past life, the vast majority of Asuna's doujinshi had been NTR types. Pitiful beyond words. Truly enough to make one tremble with rage and shiver in the cold! Why couldn't the righteous hero play the blonde homewrecker for once?! That kind of role reversal would be amazing too!

As the saying went: persuade a courtesan to leave the life, force a virtuous woman into depravity! If the partner were Eriri, then Kouma definitely wouldn't be entertaining these kinds of roleplay scenarios, but if the partner was Asuna—suddenly Kouma really wanted to see this proper, gentle girl reveal her voracious, wicked older-sister side.

Come to think of it... this was a form of training too!

Of course, Kouma also had in mind the thought of acquiring some yin energy from Asuna. After all, she had been listening at the wall that whole time—did she expect to freeload without paying some kind of fee?

Kouma took hold of Asuna. The instant his right hand made contact, her entire body went soft. A pure, innocent girl experiencing the Touch of Ecstasy for the first time—how could she possibly withstand it? Her consciousness itself began to blur slightly around the edges.

"Asuna-nee-san, at times like this you need to be forceful..."

"Like this..."

"No, that movement isn't sharp enough..."

"Like this..."

"Mhm... knee up, and the corner of your mouth has to be curled in a wicked smirk!"

"Like this?"

"Yes, yes! And now the line..."

Somehow, Asuna found herself following Kouma's direction, falling into the role. Raised since childhood under Mrs. Yuuki's high-pressure, elite education, Asuna's personality was naturally upright and virtuous, but now, this roleplay as a wicked older sister was gradually gnawing away at her inner restraint, bit by bit.

Anyway, it's not real... and Kouma-kun is so willing...

As this thought surfaced in her heart, with each completed and deepened action, Asuna found herself sinking deeper and deeper into it. The little boy's permission and guidance, her heart's turmoil and restraint, and the tremors surging through her body and mind—all tangled and intertwined in Asuna's heart, forming a peculiar sense of taboo transgression. It left her resisting yet her body choosing to accept. By the time she gradually realized what was happening, she was already in far too deep.

Mhm. In the physical sense.

...

Mrs. Yuuki's study.

Two exquisitely beautiful, mature women sat facing each other.

One had short hair, clean and efficient, her slender waist ramrod straight as she sat, always maintaining an upright posture, her delicate, sharp chin lifted slightly. The other had her long hair coiled into a bun, secured at the back of her head with an elegant hairpin, creating a look that was simple yet graceful. Her increasingly full, mature figure, with even the smallest movement, would unintentionally reveal an astonishingly dramatic waist-to-hip ratio.

Mrs. Yuuki watched as Mrs. Yukinoshita, across from her, lowered her head and studied the reports in earnest. Every time Mrs. Yukinoshita unconsciously crossed and recrossed her legs, it exuded an indescribably alluring, mature charm. Though for the most part, she remained as poised and dignified as ever, upon closer observation one could discover that Mrs. Yukinoshita's figure, her aura, and her complexion had all grown increasingly lustrous and radiant.

"Just what kind of skincare routine are you on?"

Mrs. Yuuki asked, both admiring and envious.

She considered herself to have maintained herself quite well. Her daughter was already in her teens, yet she still retained an excellent figure and relatively youthful, delicate features, but compared to Mrs. Yukinoshita, whose figure and aura only grew more mature, yet whose skin and complexion rivaled that of an eighteen-year-old girl... she was leagues behind.

"I told you before. Skin care takes too much time. I usually don't do any."

Mrs. Yukinoshita replied coolly without even raising her head, still looking at the reports.

"Oh, really?"

Mrs. Yuuki didn't believe her for a second. A woman's lips spoke lies, and a crafty ghost deceived people—and wasn't that doubly true for a woman like Mrs. Yukinoshita, who helmed a massive financial conglomerate?!

A woman in her thirties—even if she still retained her beauty, the anxiety over aging and the passage of time was inevitable. Mrs. Yuuki even knew several wealthy wives who chased after every possible method, desperate for eternal youth alone. Would a woman with Mrs. Yukinoshita's peerless beauty truly ignore her looks and maintenance?

She must have discovered some secret method. Perhaps the Yukinoshita family secretly developed some kind of youth-restoring formula—one sip and you shed a year or two...

Mrs. Yuuki speculated in her heart, but one day, she would pry the exact method from Mrs. Yukinoshita's lips!

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, I heard you want to build an armed force under the Yukinoshita family's banner?"

Mrs. Yuuki suddenly recalled something and asked.

Hearing this, Mrs. Yukinoshita's fine, elegant brows furrowed slightly. Recently, she had instructed Miharu to release some feelers under the Yukinoshita family name, hoping to recruit capable individuals from the civilian sphere, but the results had been poor and now Mrs. Yuuki was bringing this up...

"The results haven't been great, have they?"

Mrs. Yuuki's next words landed in her ears, and Mrs. Yukinoshita's beautiful eyes lowered slightly.

Mrs. Yuuki let out a light laugh. Lifting her noble, fair chin slightly, she crossed her long legs, clad in nude stockings, and gently bounced the tip of her black high heel.

"Those factions and powerhouses worth nurturing were mostly absorbed by the major powers during the upheaval years ago. The Yukinoshita family's financial strength is indeed formidable, but if you're only entering the game now, you're far too late."

"If I hadn't overruled the opposition back then and chosen to support the Demon Slayer Corps, I'm afraid I'd be struggling from scratch right now, just as miserably."

Listening to Mrs. Yuuki's seemingly sympathetic words, a subtle gleam flickered through Mrs. Yukinoshita's beautiful eyes. This woman—deliberately bringing up this topic just to flaunt it in my face!

Though their two families were currently collaborating on a joint project, the initial relationship between Mrs. Yukinoshita and Mrs. Yuuki hadn't exactly been friendly. As two women single-handedly helming their respective family conglomerates, comparisons between them in others' mouths were unavoidable. Their decisive, efficient methods and capabilities, their stunning beauty and their shared status of being left alone—the two madams had such strikingly similar achievements and experiences that people couldn't help but relish discussing both.

There had even been a time, before they'd ever met, when they had already heard each other's names from others more times than they could count. Even for two women who had long since risen above such petty interests, under such constant comparison, they couldn't help but subconsciously compete against one another. Even now, this dynamic still surfaced occasionally. Especially Mrs. Yuuki—her inherently aggressive, competitive nature made it utterly intolerable for her to be outpaced by Mrs. Yukinoshita.

As for Mrs. Yukinoshita, ever since she'd begun dual-cultivating with Kouma, even that forceful, domineering personality of hers had softened somewhat. Some things, she simply couldn't be bothered to compete over anymore. Besides, Mrs. Yuuki's words weren't exactly wrong.

In comparison, Mrs. Yukinoshita was far more interested in the Demon Slayer Corps that the Yuuki family was backing.

"The Demon Slayer Corps seems to retain a great deal of autonomy at present. If you keep supporting them, it'll still be hard to fully convert them into an arm of the Yuuki family, won't it? How do you plan to resolve that?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita asked with genuine sincerity.

Hearing this, surprise flickered through Mrs. Yuuki's heart. This was the first time she'd heard Mrs. Yukinoshita ask a question with such earnestness. A sense of exultant triumph instantly swelled within her.

Truth be told, in terms of business acumen, she was no match for Mrs. Yukinoshita. In their recent collaboration, the broad strategic direction had almost entirely been steered by Mrs. Yukinoshita—she herself had felt like little more than a tagalong accessory.

But now—she had finally scored one back!

"I sent my daughter to join the Demon Slayer Corps!"

Mrs. Yukinoshita paused, her beautiful eyes showing surprise. "You're not afraid she'll encounter danger?"

A proud, self-satisfied smile curved Mrs. Yuuki's red lips. "She's my daughter! I believe in Asuna! And besides, Asuna possesses extraordinary talent in kendo. She's only been training with the Demon Slayer Corps for a few months, and her strength has already surpassed that of the average corps member. Before long, she's certain to reach the rank of Hashira... and when that time comes..."

Mrs. Yuuki didn't spell everything out, but Mrs. Yukinoshita already clearly understood her plan.

"No helping it—my daughter is just that outstanding!"

Hearing Mrs. Yuuki's words, Mrs. Yukinoshita couldn't help but laugh softly and shake her head. This woman—in front of her daughter, she always kept a stern, cold, and strict face, yet behind her back, she couldn't resist showing off and bragging about her.

At that moment, an image of Kouma surfaced in Mrs. Yukinoshita's mind...

"Oh, that reminds me—I ran into that little boy of yours today. Brought him home on a whim. You can just take him back with you when you leave."

Hearing Mrs. Yuuki's words drift into her ears, Mrs. Yukinoshita nearly thought she had misheard. Her head snapped up, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Yuuki's face, and she asked in disbelief, "Kouma-kun is here? "

Mrs. Yuuki nodded coolly. "Think I'd lie to you? Right now he should be in Asuna's room."

As she spoke, Mrs. Yuuki rose to her feet, her long legs carrying her toward Asuna's room. Mrs. Yukinoshita followed close behind. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that her... adopted son would show up at the Yuuki household.

Knock, knock.

"Asuna? Is Kouma-kun in there?"

Mrs. Yuuki extended her slender, jade-like fingers and rapped on the door, calling out gently.

She waited a few seconds. There seemed to be no response from inside.

"Hmm? Not in her room?"

Mrs. Yuuki turned the doorknob directly. The door opened. The two mature women stepped inside. The room was empty. However, the bedsheets seemed somewhat rumpled, and a faint, peculiar scent hung in the air.

"That girl..."

Mrs. Yuuki's face instantly darkened a shade. Normally, Asuna's room was always neat and free of any strange odors and now, the one time Mrs. Yukinoshita was visiting, she'd let it get this sloppy. All that bragging and showing off about Asuna she'd just done—completely wasted!

Annoyance surfaced in Mrs. Yuuki's beautiful eyes. She failed entirely to notice the strange expression on Mrs. Yukinoshita's face beside her.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was not like Mrs. Yuuki, still alone and unattached. That peculiar scent in the air—she was all too familiar with it. After all, she had tasted quite a bit of it herself...

This is Kouma-kun's...

A trace of rosy hue surfaced on Mrs. Yukinoshita's exquisitely beautiful face.

Then, faintly, she caught the sound of weak, suppressed breathing. Mrs. Yukinoshita's physical capabilities had long since surpassed that of an ordinary person by severalfold—her hearing, naturally, was also extraordinary. Focusing her senses, Mrs. Yukinoshita's beautiful eyes shifted, her gaze falling upon the row of wardrobes.

In an instant, she realized exactly what was going on. She glanced back at Mrs. Yuuki, and her expression immediately turned deeply knowing.

This woman... just moments ago, she was showing off her daughter to me...

Give it a little more time, and your daughter will probably be begging to move into the Yukinoshita house.

And who knows—maybe the Demon Slayer Corps will come along with her...

"Maybe they're in the living room. Let's go down and check."

Mrs. Yukinoshita took the initiative to speak. Just before closing the door, she cast one deeply meaningful look toward the wardrobe. Faintly, she glimpsed a pair of dazed, chestnut-brown eyes.

When I get home, I'm going to have Kouma-kun properly...

Mrs. Yukinoshita mused silently. Her slender waist swayed gracefully as she walked, her full, mature figure, wrapped in her office-lady skirt suit, displayed to its absolute fullest, devastatingly alluring.

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