Kasumi Takamine, true to her nature as a seasoned professional, quickly adjusted her mindset, returning to her poised and composed elder persona.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she scrutinized her two daughters. “So, when did you two get together with Little Ethan?”

“Mom, instead of being curious about that, I hope you’re mentally prepared for what we’re about to tell you,” Ayame Takamine said playfully, hugging Ethan’s other arm.

Kasumi Takamine paused, probing. “Did… did you get pregnant? Or did Sayuri get pregnant?”

“Pregnant with what?”

The Takamine sisters exchanged glances, not understanding what she meant.

“I mean… am I going to be a grandmoth…”

“Ahem.”

Ethan coughed twice, interrupting the topic. Given his relationship with Kasumi Takamine, continuing this conversation was entering forbidden territory.

Because he was still young, he hadn’t seriously considered having children, and now he had no intention of letting the Takamine mother and daughters conceive a new life.

It would be a very bad situation if any of them became pregnant with his child.

“Sis’ Kasumi, you don’t have to worry about the children.”

Ethan glanced at Kasumi Takamine’s slightly flatter abdomen. It seemed she hadn’t just cleaned the surface of her body in the bathroom; she had also thoroughly cleaned inside, though the innermost essence had still not been entirely removed.

“Huh?” Kasumi Takamine was taken aback, and strange thoughts began to surface again. She asked worriedly, “Little Ethan… do you have a health problem? When did you find out?”

Ethan’s face darkened, but he didn’t know where to start explaining. Based on common knowledge, it was quite normal for Kasumi Takamine to think this way.

“Sis’ Ayame, Sis’ Sayuri, you explain it to Sis’ Kasumi.”

Ethan sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Also, to avoid some awkwardness, I’ll address Sis’ Kasumi as a peer from now on.”

“Eh?!” Ayame Takamine complained. “In that case, I want to call you Big Sister too, otherwise Little Ethan would be one generation older than me.”

Sayuri Takamine remained silent, staring intently at Ethan’s naked body. Her thoughts had long drifted somewhere else.

Compared to the outgoing Ayame Takamine, Sayuri Takamine, who preferred to hide her lustful thoughts in her mind, was actually more perverse.

Faced with her eldest daughter’s demand, Kasumi Takamine shrugged indifferently. She had already become one with her daughter’s boyfriend; what did a mere title matter?

Besides, being called “Big Sister” by a teenager was better than being called obasan.

Some outgoing, attractive wives would even actively ask their own children to call them “Big Sister.”

Like the mother of a certain perpetual child detective.

Ayame Takamine kissed Ethan excitedly. “Yay~”

“Sis’ Ayame, stop fooling around. Explain things to Sis’ Kasumi.”

Ethan gently pushed her towards Kasumi Takamine, while pulling the blushing Sayuri Takamine, whose beautiful eyes were glued to him.

“I’ll have a quick round with Sis’ Sayuri first. Otherwise, she won’t be able to hear a word we say.”

Kasumi Takamine looked at her youngest daughter, watching her eyes fill with pink hearts. For the first time, she realized that the quiet and demure Sayuri was actually so deeply unsatisfied sexually.

Ethan, kneading Sayuri Takamine’s soft, firm breasts with one hand, lowered his head and began to kiss her pink lips.

“Mom… no, Sis’ Kasumi, it’s hard to change a habit of over a decade all at once.”

Ayame Takamine hugged Kasumi Takamine’s slender waist, affectionately rubbing against her dear mother. “Don’t look over there. What I’m about to tell you is much more exciting than Little Ethan and Sayuri dual cultivating.”

Under Ethan’s influence, the girls had gradually started calling lovemaking “dual cultivation.”

Not only did it sound more proper, but it was also true. It also allowed them to mask their inner craving for little Ethan under the guise of ‘training.’

Kasumi Takamine composed herself, forcing herself not to look at her younger daughter, who was being ravished like a snow-white lamb by Ethan.

Since her daughters had grown up, she hadn’t seen their bodies in a long time. She hadn’t expected them to develop such alluring physiques.

Large breasts, a slender waist, perky buttocks, and beautiful legs—even as a mature woman, she found it an incredibly lustful figure, which explained why Little Ethan couldn’t resist.

Ethan’s hand gently caressed Sayuri Takamine’s smooth, dark-purple ponytail, tracing along her soft, slick back, extending to her firm thighs and round buttocks, moving gently and tenderly.

Occasionally, like a curious child, he would probe into the snowy groove between her buttocks, carefully searching the girl’s most secret triangle. Before long, he found her extremely tender, smooth flower-valley.

Ethan began to stroke Sayuri’s petals, making the final preparation for the behemoth’s entry.

While things were heating up on his side, Ayame Takamine’s situation was no less dramatic.

Looking at the flames erupting from the pink-haired beauty’s palm, Kasumi Takamine initially thought she was hallucinating. Even with Ayame Takamine’s constant explanations, she remained skeptical.

An adult’s worldview was harder to change than a teenager’s. Merely explaining couldn’t easily overturn the beautiful widow’s thirty-plus years of understanding of the world.

Kasumi Takamine constantly felt up her eldest daughter, searching for a magic prop, which made Ayame Takamine giggle incessantly.

“Mom, stop… that tickles… Hahaha… so itchy…”

A while later, the disheveled Ayame Takamine collapsed onto the bed, while Kasumi Takamine stared blankly at the small flame flickering in her palm.

Having failed to find a magic prop, and recalling the earnest demeanor of Ethan and the girls, she tried the method Ayame Takamine had described, only to easily sense the special light points drifting in the air.

Thinking of the flame Ayame Takamine had conjured, she focused her mind. Her Magic Power spontaneously changed form, creating a flame that danced in her palm.

Ethan and the two sisters were all astonished by this. Especially the Takamine sisters—it had taken them tremendous effort just to get started, and a full three days to successfully cast a spell.

“It seems Sis’ Kasumi has an incredibly high Magic Talent, ah.”

Amidst his busy activity, Ethan squeezed in a perfunctory sigh of admiration. Having already known about Kasumi Takamine’s Magic Affinity, he was only surprised for an instant before dismissing it.

Sayuri Takamine, being pounded by little Ethan, covered her mouth, letting out soft whimpers. The girl was shy and a bit held back doing this in front of her mother for the first time, so she didn’t have the presence of mind to offer any commentary.

On the other side, the collapsed Ayame Takamine pouted jealously, muttering phrases like impossible and I don’t believe it.

The pink-haired, big-breasted beauty was completely crushed by her mother’s talent and was trying to evade reality.

Meanwhile, Kasumi Takamine, who was undergoing a paradigm shift, had no time to console her eldest daughter. Her watery beautiful eyes grew brighter as the flame in her palm danced.

“Ayame, so, Little Ethan saying I don’t need to worry about pregnancy, that’s also because of magic?” the beautiful widow asked curiously, looking at the purple-ponytail beauty engaging in “zero-distance contact” with Ethan.

“Ah… that… no, but the reason is similar, I guess.”

Ayame Takamine rallied her spirits, continuing to explain the events of the past six months to her beautiful and alluring mother.

This included the dual cultivation ability, the existence of Devils, and, most importantly, the matter of the many girls Ethan had brought into his fold.

Kasumi Takamine grew increasingly shocked, her worldview shattering repeatedly, especially when she learned that her two daughters were not Ethan’s girlfriends but merely one of his ‘exclusive sex toys.’

Although Ethan hadn’t truly treated them as sex slaves or done anything excessively inappropriate, the mere concept was enough to make Kasumi Takamine gasp in amazement.

It was particularly shocking when Ayame Takamine said she would also hold that same status soon. The beautiful widow nearly fled on the spot.

As for why she ultimately didn’t leave and instead joined them…

It was definitely not because of her infatuation with Ethan and a subtle, lurking desire for forbidden pleasure, but rather to save her adopted son and daughters from falling further down the wrong path.

“Little Ethan~ it’s my turn now~”

Ayame Takamine finished explaining everything. Ignoring Kasumi Takamine, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, she eagerly jumped onto Ethan’s back.

Under the influence of gravity, the behemoth, which was already deeply plunged into Sayuri Takamine’s flower-palace, thrust forward another length, stimulating the purple-haired, ponytail, long-legged beauty, who had just reached the peak, until her eyes rolled back. Her little tongue naturally stuck out, fragrant saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her delicate and adorable face morphing completely into a heavenly ahegao face of pure ecstasy.

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