"Well, I'll leave the two of you to finish up," their mother said with a warm, gentle smile, setting down her cup before standing up from the table.
Her heavy, voluptuous bust swayed softly under her silk blouse as she stretched, blissfully oblivious to the scene hidden beneath the table cover.
"Don't stay up too late. Goodnight, sweeties."
"Goodnight, Mom," Ren replied smoothly, his tone the picture of filial respect.
The moment the dining room door clicked shut and her footsteps faded down the hallway, the tense silence in the room snapped.
Underneath the heavy tablecloth, Kikyo let out a sharp, ragged gasp.
She didn't drop to her knees out of quiet obedience; her legs simply buckled under the weight of sheer exhaustion and disgust.
Rustle... slide...
The pungent scent of hot, fresh seed hit her nose immediately.
On all fours on the cold hardwood floor, her hands trembled violently, not just from physical strain, but from a dark, suppressed fury burning beneath her skin.
Her crimson eyes flared with a toxic, venomous hatred as she looked down at the mess coating her skin.
"Look at what you made me do..." she spat through gritted teeth, her voice a sharp, furious whisper.
She snatched a cloth napkin from the table edge and aggressively scrubbed at the floorboards, her knuckles turning white.
"Right in front of Mom... You're insane, Ren. You're a sickening, twisted monster."
Wipe... squelch...
She dragged the napkin across the floor, soaking up the thick white pool that had splashed between her knees.
Moving toward Ren's legs, her movements were harsh, jerked by reluctant force rather than sweet surrender.
She wiped down his thighs, roughly cleaning away every streak of his heavy load from his pants before he tucked himself away.
Her chest heaved with shallow, furious breaths, her bite-marked lip bleeding slightly.
She hated him. She hated every second of this humiliating leverage he held over her.
But as her trembling, sticky hands finished cleaning his clothes, the cold reality of her absolute helplessness washed over her again, smothering her rage back into a bitter, simmering resentfulness.
Standing up from beneath the tablecloth, her skirt still damp and her palms faintly tacky, Kikyo crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
She glared down at her brother, her eyes filled with defiance even as her lower lip quivered.
Ren sat back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand, completely unbothered by her venomous glare.
He looked her up and down with cold, dismissive amusement.
"Starting tomorrow, and over the coming months as we wait for the term to begin, there will be a brand new level of training for you,"
Ren stated quietly, his dark voice cutting through her anger like a razor.
"We've only just submitted our applications to Advanced Nurturing High School. It will be a few months before the entrance results come in and we finally pack for the dorms.
Until that day arrives, your training enters a completely new phase. What happened here in middle school was just the foundation."
Kikyo's jaw clenched tight.
The sheer anger in her heart wanted to scream at him, to bite his throat, to expose him, but the terrified, conditioned voice in the back of her head reminded her of the blackmail, the middle school incident and the absolute ruin waiting for her if she stepped out of line.
"I... I hate you," Kikyo hissed softly, her crimson eyes glaring daggers through her tears, though her shoulders slouched in bitter submission.
"You think you own me... but I'm only doing this because I have to. I'll never... I'll never belong to you."
A faint, blue holographic glow flashed in the air before Ren's eyes, invisible to her fierce, trembling gaze.
[ SYSTEM QUEST NOTIFICATION ]
Target: Kikyo Kushida
Quest: Break Kikyo physically and mentally.
Reward: Dominator's Aura (Passive)
Current Progress: [ Mental: 80% | Physical: 35% ]
Note: Target exhibits high residual mental defiance despite behavioural compliance. Deep conditioning required to break remaining resistance.
Ren smirked darkly as the screen faded into nothingness.
She could glare all she wanted; her anger was just the thrashing of a fly caught in a spider's web.
Her mind was already eighty percent broken, her public persona firmly under his control.
Leaving Kikyo standing there in her bitter silence, Ren stood up, dusted off his shirt, and casually walked out of the dining room.
He made his way up the stairs and stepped into his private bedroom, locking the door securely behind him.
The room was quiet, illuminated only by the faint light of the moon slipping through the curtains.
He walked over to his bed and laid back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling as a small, contemplative smile crossed his face.
It still amused him how twisty fate could be.
In his past life, he had been just an ordinary reader, obsessed with light novels.
He distinctly remembered reading the third-year volume of Classroom of the Elite, right up to the moment where Arisu Sakayanagi lost her crucial match and was forced to leave ANHS for good.
Right after finishing that volume, death had claimed him, pulling him out of his old life and throwing his soul into this fictional reality as the twin brother of Kikyo Kushida.
Equipped with the System and absolute foresight of the canon timeline, he held every single piece of the puzzle in his hands.
He knew every plot, every hidden mastermind, and every vulnerable target that would cross his path once they entered ANHS.
'Sakayanagi's expulsion, Ayanokoji's monstrous calculations, Horikita's growth... all of it lies ahead,' Ren thought, his eyes glinting with ruthless excitement in the dark.
'And I have several months to completely mold Kikyo into my absolute, unbreakable slave before we even step foot on that school bus.'
As he laid there plotting, his mind buzzing with future strategies, Ren tried to drift off to sleep.
Sometime around midnight, he stirred awake.
A dry, burning sensation clung to the back of his throat.
His lips were parched, the quiet house thick with the stagnant heat of late spring.
Sitting up, he swung his legs off the bed, his feet making no sound against the carpet.
He unlocked his bedroom door and stepped into the pitch-black hallway.
The house was dead silent, bathed in the dim silver glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows.
Ren made his way down the stairs, his dark eyes adjusting effortlessly to the shadows. His original intention was simply to head to the kitchen, grab a cold glass of water, and return to bed.
However, as his feet touched the bottom floor, a narrow line of warm light cut through the gloom of the lower hallway, originating from his mother's partially open bedroom door.
Standing behind the wooden door, Ren froze as a low, stifled noise reached his ears.
Mmmff... ahh...
It was the clear, unmistakable sound of soft, wet moaning.
Driven by a surge of dark curiosity, Ren reached out and pushed the wooden door open just an inch wider, making no sound as he peered into the warm glow of the room.
The scene inside instantly sent a rush of fierce excitement straight through his veins.
His mother was on the bed, positioned on all fours in a desperate, needy doggy position, her wide, fertile hips raised high into the air toward the doorway.
Her nightgown had been pushed completely up over her back, exposing her massive, perfectly round rear end and the delicate, glistening slit beneath it directly to Ren's view.
Squish... slide... squish...
Her hand was tucked tightly between her legs, her fingers furiously rubbing her dripping pussy in fast, frantic circles.
Her back was arched deeply, her heavy, voluptuous breasts swaying wildly with every desperate movement of her wrist.
She was squirming against the sheets, her face buried in a pillow to stifle her needy whimpering, completely consumed by the intense loneliness of a neglected wife.
Ren stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes locked onto her fully exposed rear and her dripping slit.
The thick, rigid length beneath his pants hardened instantly to its absolute maximum limit, pulsing with heavy blood as a dark, intense desire took root in his mind.
Looking at his mother broken by raw loneliness, a sudden rush of bitter memories flooded his head.
He clearly remembered a few years ago when his mother had finally grown suspicious of his father's endless absences.
She had called the company office where his father claimed to work overtime, only to discover the brutal truth that he hadn't been away on business trips at all.
He had been spending all his time and money living lavishly with a trashy, plastic whore in another city.
When his mother had confronted him with tears in her eyes, his father hadn't even bothered to deny it.
He had simply looked at her with utter indifference and declared that she was getting old, and that he no longer had any interest in her mature body.
That cold rejection had completely shattered her heart.
From that day onward, every rare visit home devolved into violent, bitter quarrels.
Ren deeply cared for his mother, and seeing her broken like that had bred a burning, venomous hatred inside him toward his useless father.
It was that very toxic, fractured domestic environment that had originally pushed Kikyo down her own dark path, twisting her need for validation into a sick obsession with middle school status.
Looking at his mother now, her wide hips arching helplessly in the warm light, her voluptuous mature body craving the affection she was denied, Ren's dark smirk deepened.
'My father threw away an absolute masterpiece of a mature woman for a fake plastic whore,' Ren thought, his dark eyes locking onto her quivering, fully exposed form in the dim light.
'He gave up his rights to her the moment he broke her heart. Now... Mom belongs only to me.'
He stood in the shadowed doorway, his gaze completely trapped by the view before him.
His mother continued to squirm on the bed, her soft, wet moans rising in the quiet room as her fingers worked frantically between her legs.
Long, silky strands of her flowing beige hair clung to the damp skin of her flushed neck, trembling with every needy shudder of her frame.
From his vantage point, her wide, fertile hips were raised high in the air, giving him an unobstructed view of her damp pink pussy glistening with her slick, mature juices, right alongside the tight, delicate rosebud of her asshole.
The whole view practically screamed for his attention, inviting his cock to plunge inside and claim her completely.
A wave of intense, overwhelming heat flooded Ren's lower abdomen.
Driven wild by the sight of her pure, uninhibited lust, he reached down and unbuckled his pants.
He whipped his massive dick free into the cool night air.
It was already fully erect, pulsating heavily with thick, dark purple veins, the flared tip leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum that beaded at the head and dripped down his dick.
Holding his throbbing cock tightly in his hand, his eyes gleamed with raw, dark excitement as he watched his mother surrender to her own neglected body.