Chapter 275: B - The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Foam and warm shower water run down Hakuto’s athletic, well-defined body, marked here and there by minor scars and bruises from his training with Shin.

Why did I act like that tonight...?

Hakuto has been asking himself the same question ever since they got back from Cordesol Meat.

Aoi is definitely gorgeous, but even so... fuck, not even my womanizing dad would’ve gone that far. What the hell got into me?

His confused, thoughtful gaze remains fixed on the shower glass, so fogged up that he can’t even see what’s on the other side.

Lost in thought, Hakuto jumps when the sliding door suddenly flies open.

It’s Chantal, completely naked, with only a light patch of red hair covering her most intimate area.

Then she casually steps into the shower as if no one else were there, without even paying him any attention.

What the...?

Hakuto rubs his eyes, but when he opens them again, Chantal is still there, naked beside him as the water runs down the curves of her body and through her loose, fiery red hair.

"What are you staring at me like that for? It’s not like this is the first time we’ve showered together," Chantal grumbles.

Hakuto instinctively turns his back on her at once.

"You’re right, but... the last time was six years ago! We’re not kids anymore..."

"Admit it. If I were that bitch Aoi Kuze, you wouldn’t be turning your back on me, would you?!"

"Quit talking bullshit. More importantly... what are you doing here...?"

"I came to give you permission to cheat on me."

"Give me... what?! There are so many things wrong with that sentence, I don’t even know where to start..."

"There’s nothing wrong with what I said! I’m your girlfriend! That means I’m the one who decides whether you can sleep with other girls!"

"This situation just keeps getting more and more ridiculous..."

"Pfft... anyway, Irina said something about—"

"You and Irina had a peaceful conversation?!" Hakuto cuts in, shocked.

"What’s so strange about that?! You think I’m incapable of having a civil conversation with someone?!"

Even with his back turned, Hakuto can feel the weight of Chantal’s icy glare bearing down on him.

"Interrupt me again and I’ll kick your ass!"

And she’s the one who claims she can have a civil conversation...?

"Like I was saying, Irina told me that Claire has unimaginable power, but she can’t control it. All because she still hasn’t gotten any dick..."

Classy as always...

"...not that I care whether Claire unlocks her powers or not. My agreement with Shin is just to keep them safe. Still, knowing that a succubus-vampire with such incredible potential is sleeping under the same roof as me drives me crazy! I’m dying to fight someone with a unique power like hers! That’s why I’m giving you permission to have sex with her ONCE! Got it? Just once!"

Still facing away from her, Hakuto lets out a long sigh.

"I think you’re taking a whole lot of things for granted. First, that Claire actually wants to do it with me. Second, that I want to do it! And most importantly... that I need your permission!"

Hakuto doesn’t even have time to finish his sentence before Chantal grabs him from behind.

With one hand, she pins his wrists against the wall, while wrapping her legs around his, keeping him completely immobilized.

A shiver runs through Hakuto as he feels her breasts pressing against his back and the soft hair between her legs tickling his buttocks.

"W-What the hell are you doing...?!"

"I’m doing what any good wife would do..." Chantal whispers in his ear, her voice surprisingly soft and sweet.

Chantal has never been the affectionate type, and hearing her speak in such a warm, sensual tone completely catches Hakuto off guard.

He’s always felt this strange mix of fear and anger toward her, but with her naked body pressed firmly against his, any resentment from the past seems to vanish in an instant.

"Chantal... stop, please..."

But judging by his hesitant tone and the way his body reacts to being pressed so closely against hers, not even Hakuto believes his own words.

"Tell me the truth, Hakuto. You don’t want Claire because deep down, I’m the only one you love and the only one you want. Isn’t that right...?"

As Chantal says this, her free hand slowly slides lower, down to his chest.

She keeps going, brushing her fingertips over his abs.

Then lower still.

Finally, Chantal’s hand reaches Hakuto’s swollen, throbbing erection and closes around it.

"C-Chantal...? Why are you doing this...?"

"Don’t you remember what I told you at dinner tonight...? If you want to have some fun with a woman, I’m right here... I won’t let some random slut steal your heart from me..."

Hakuto has never looked at Chantal the way a man looks at a woman. At least, not until now.

Feeling her naked, wet body behind him as she moans softly, feeling her breasts and hard nipples rubbing against his back, awakens a desire in Hakuto that he never thought he could feel for her.

Chantal’s hand slides up and down his long, hard cock.

She moves slowly and gently, stroking all eight inches from the base to the throbbing tip without ever stopping.

I don’t get it... What the hell has gotten into her all of a sudden...? Chantal has never been like this. We live under the same roof, and we’re practically colleagues... This is all wrong, and yet...

He wants to say something, but the words get stuck in his throat.

Hakuto’s breathing grows heavier, and his moans even begin to drown out Chantal’s.

His eyes fall half-closed as he tilts his head slightly back.

...and yet it feels so damn good...

Hakuto’s erection grows even harder.

Shit...! I swore I’d never become like my father — a man who changes women as often as he changes shoes.

I don’t want my future son to go through what I went through... with a parade of strangers coming and going through the house, but no one to call Mom. I really meant it...

By now, Chantal’s hold on him is little more than for show.

Hakuto could pull away at any moment, but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to.

...but no matter how hard I’ve tried to deny it, I’m just like my father.

Now I understand how Claire feels, having to fight against her own nature every single day. And maybe that’s why I completely lost control when Aoi started provoking me.

Yeah, just like Claire... but unlike her, I don’t want to keep living with the frustration of not being able to simply be what I am!

A Seiko!

With a quick motion, Hakuto reaches his right hand behind him and grabs Chantal’s firm, athletic ass.

She lets out an excited moan, and her hand picks up the pace, jerking him off even faster.

He suddenly spins around, grabs Chantal by the hips, and pushes her against the wall.

With his left hand, he squeezes Chantal’s breast, while driving the fingers of his right hand deep inside her.

He moves them with such force and at such a relentless pace that Chantal can barely breathe anymore.

"G-God, Hakuto... yes... yes, just like that...!"

Chantal’s voice is muffled by pleasure and by Hakuto’s tongue moving wildly inside her mouth.

It’s Hakuto’s first kiss, and yet his tongue moves with such skill and ease that even he is surprised.

It’s almost as if it were some kind of natural instinct passed down through the Seiko family.

Their bodies, drenched in water and foam, tremble with excitement.

Hakuto grabs Chantal’s long red hair and pulls her back.

She has her back to him, her face pressed against the smooth tiles of the wall, waiting for him.

And Hakuto doesn’t keep her waiting.

His open hands come down hard on her ass.

The sound of the double slap echoes through the shower, followed by Chantal’s scream of pure ecstasy.

Then Hakuto spreads her ass cheeks apart.

Her pussy, framed by soft red hair, drips with water and arousal.

"AAAAAAAH...!"

A deafening scream of pleasure bursts from Chantal’s mouth as Hakuto’s thick, hard cock thrusts all the way inside her.

Hakuto grips her hips tightly and starts pounding into her with wild intensity.

By now, the coldness and severity that once filled Chantal’s ice-colored eyes are nothing but a distant memory.

Now they’re half-closed and glazed over, her pupils almost rolling back from the pleasure as her tongue hangs between her parted lips.

She turns her head to look at Hakuto with submissive, obedient, pleading eyes.

Hakuto meets her gaze, but there’s something different in his eyes.

There isn’t just pleasure in them, but a deep sense of vindication, almost like revenge.

Chantal, who always used to overpower him when they were kids, is beneath him now. Totally, completely at his mercy.

Hakuto yanks her hair so hard that her head snaps back.

He slaps her ass again with full force, leaving red finger marks across her skin.

He penetrates her so violently that pain and pleasure blend together in her cries.

And despite it all, Chantal keeps begging him in an increasingly high-pitched voice.

"D-Don’t stop, Hakuto... aaah... keep going, please... aaah... I’m coming... I’m coming...!"

A few moments later, Chantal collapses onto all fours, trembling from a violent orgasm.

But Hakuto doesn’t stop.

He keeps her hips raised, holding her by the waist as he continues thrusting even harder.

"I-I’m your bitch... a bad bitch... punish me, Hakuto... aaah..."

Nothing in the world could have turned Hakuto on more than those words.

The proud, cold, arrogant Chantal, reduced to all fours like an obedient puppy.

One last, prolonged thrust, and his orgasm spills deep inside her, before leaking from her pussy and mixing with the running water.

Hakuto falls backward, landing on the floor in a sitting position, trembling in disbelief.

Did that... really happen...? Did I really have sex with Chantal...?

His cock, still hard and dripping as it sways between his legs, is undeniable proof that it wasn’t a hallucination.

Chantal remains with her back to him, still trembling from the pleasure. She props herself up on her arms, her back arched, her ass still raised toward him and her pussy still dripping with his cum.

"I want more, Hakuto... give me more..."