A deep, languid sigh from Fiana echoed down the hallway outside the bedroom.
“Haaah…”
The air around the young widow felt heavy, her face twisted in agony.
Gone was the lust-crazed female who had been consumed by desire just moments ago.
The burning instinct that had raged inside her had receded like a tide.
In its place, only regret for her own shamelessness and guilt toward her late husband filled her heart.
That said, it would be a lie to claim every last trace of desire had been extinguished.
Her waist and knees still twitched and spasmed from the lingering pleasure, and her empty womb—unsatisfied and unfilled with seed—continued to throb with sweet, aching need.
That faint ember smoldered on, tightening the chains of guilt around Fiana’s chest even further.
“I really am hopeless…”
Fiana gripped the hem of her sweater dress tightly with both hands and muttered self-deprecatingly.
All she could think about were the family she had lost.
Her beloved husband and the newborn baby they had welcomed together.
After losing them that day, she had believed she would remain alone until death.
Her love for them had run so deep that no other man had ever caught her eye, no matter how many appeared.
And yet, lately, she could think of nothing but Shota.
When Shota was happy, she felt happy too.
When he wanted something from her, she wanted to give him everything.
In the end, she even wanted to offer him this very body.
The young widow could no longer deny the powerful emotion—somewhere between thirst and affection—that welled up inside her.
“But… if I can just endure a few more days… it’ll be fine… Yes, it has to be fine…”
Once Selma returned and Shota left, she could go back to her old life.
A life of complete solitude, unchanging, until the day she died.
—But do I really want that kind of life?
“…No.
I have to pull myself together.”
She whispered softly, as if shaking off the treacherous thought.
The words sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“Shota must… be asleep by now, right?”
With a small sigh, she finally opened the bedroom door.
If he was awake, what kind of face was she supposed to make?
Contrary to her worries, the sight that greeted her was Shota lying peacefully on the bed.
Seeing the boy sleeping so innocently, Fiana felt a wave of relief wash over her.
“Ah… thank goodness…”
Still weighed down by guilt for using someone so young as masturbation material, she slowly stepped into the bedroom.
After one step, then another, a powerful, thick smell of semen pierced her nostrils, making her stagger.
(That smell again… ♥ My head’s going fuzzy… ♥)
The stubborn, masculine scent clinging to the room stripped away the facade of the pure, chaste widow in an instant, revealing the face of a vulgar, depraved cum-hungry bitch in heat.
Thanks to the handjobs she had given him over the past few days, Fiana had become completely addicted to the scent of Shota’s seed.
Just smelling it was enough to make her pussy throb with arousal.
(Aah… I’m getting wet again… ♥)
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Fiana unconsciously sniffed the beastly odor and approached the bed with unsteady steps.
Even though she had masturbated so intensely in the bathroom, her instantly re-ignited cunt overflowed with fresh nectar, soaking her panties with lewd female scent.
I want his cock shoved deep inside my pussy ♥ I want him to pump thick loads of cum straight into my womb ♥ If I can’t have that, at least let me touch myself ♥
Caught in that internal conflict, she barely stopped her hands from reaching between her legs.
With great effort, she sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.
(No… I have to stay strong…)
Another sigh—how many was this now?—escaped into the bedroom.
When she glanced beside her, Shota’s sleeping face looked utterly peaceful, completely unconcerned with the widow beside him.
“I have to… stay strong… Good night, Shota.”
She spoke softly to the sleeping boy and lay down on the bed, turning her back to him out of lingering awkwardness.
(Even so… I can’t fall asleep at all…)
She closed her eyes and tried to force her mind toward dreams, but sleep refused to come.
On the contrary, the sweet aching in her womb only made her more alert the harder she tried to rest.
Then, something slipped smoothly over her body.
—Zokuri ♥
A sudden sweet jolt ran through her.
As her whole body shivered, she realized Shota had rolled over and wrapped his small arms around her in his sleep, clinging to her like a child to his mother.
(It was just Shota… You scared me…)
The soft breathing against her neck made Fiana breathe a sigh of relief.
Shota was hugging her tightly, pressing against her large breasts and squishing them.
It wasn’t uncomfortable—in fact, a warm feeling of joy and happiness welled up inside her.
(Fufu… When he’s like this, Shota really is still just a child.)
A gentle smile softened her lips as she placed her fingers over the boy’s arm hugging her chest.
No matter how much of a teenager he was, he was still a child who craved parental affection.
Thinking that eased the weight in her heart a little.
Because he wasn’t seeking her as a woman—just as a mother figure.
But that comforting thought was brutally shattered.
“Fiana…”
A whisper brushed against her neck.
When she glanced back, Shota was staring at her with feverish, hungry eyes.
“You were masturbating, weren’t you?”
“Eh—?”
The words stole Fiana’s voice.
How did he know?
It was obvious—she had been moaning so loudly.
But why was he saying it out loud?
The sheer embarrassment made her want to die.
A chaotic swirl of thoughts flooded her mind and vanished just as quickly.
“Ah, um… no… that is… um… th-that’s not… I mean…”
Her mind refused to form coherent thoughts, producing only a string of meaningless excuses.
“N-no… I wasn’t…”
“You’re lying.
I could hear you moaning so loudly in the bathroom.”
“U-uuu… So you really did hear me…”
Fiana’s face flushed crimson with shame at the boy’s accusation.
A grown woman like her had been caught by a boy who wasn’t even fully grown yet, screaming shameless orgasmic moans.
Her heart pounded painfully, her head spun like she was anemic, and her limbs trembled with tiny spasms.
The intense nervousness and panic left her unable to realize just how thoroughly the boy had already ensnared both her body and heart.
“…And you were calling my name, right?”
“N-no, um…”
“You were, weren’t you?”
Shota’s words left Fiana’s mind reeling.
Tears welled in her droopy eyes.
Taking advantage of her frozen state, Shota slowly moved his arms.
“You were using me as masturbation material, weren’t you?”
“Th-that’s…”
Tears in her eyes, Fiana pressed her lips tightly together.
She could never admit she had fantasized about being held by a child more than ten years younger than her.
She would rather die than confess such a thing.
Unfazed by her silence, Shota continued speaking, fully aware that his next words would drag her into an inescapable world of depravity.
“You’re suffering too, aren’t you, Fiana?
So I’ll make you feel better.”
“Eh… What do you—hyaah!?”
Before she could process his meaning, Fiana finally noticed Shota’s hand slipping under the hem of her sweater dress.
Only then did the situation dawn on her.
This boy was about to embrace her.
For the first time in her life, she heard the sound of blood draining from her face.
“Ah… n-no… y-you can’t…!”
Terror and confusion paralyzed her body, leaving her barely able to speak.
Meanwhile, Shota’s fingers slid inside her panties and reached her soaked pussy.
—Slurp.
“Fiana… you’re really wet.”
“E-eh, th-that’s… from earlier…”
“But this is fresh, isn’t it…?”
Held from behind, Fiana shuddered as Shota’s fingers traced her freshly masturbated, dripping pussy.
His other hand slipped under her sweater dress to lovingly fondle her full, heavy breasts.
“Nn… ah… ♥ …aah… ♥”
Unable to offer any real resistance, sweet moans spilled from the young widow’s lips as she became the boy’s plaything.
Every time his fingers stroked her entrance and lifted her breasts, electric pleasure raced up her spine.
Her pussy gushed fresh nectar, and her nipples stiffened visibly even through her clothes.
“No… Shota… we can’t do this… please stop…!”
Her massive breasts were kneaded relentlessly, her erect nipples pinched between his fingers, while her pussy was teased mercilessly.
Stimulated in both sensitive spots at once, Fiana’s mind and body gradually lost the will to resist.
Even so, she desperately clung to what little reason remained and tried to soothe him.
In response, the young male delivered a cruel truth.
“But your pussy is opening and closing like it wants more, Fiana.”
“…!”
Fiana was speechless.
The last shred of rationality told her she was already beyond saving.
Indeed, her pussy had been lewdly winking and drooling nectar, her inner walls twitching with need, and her lowered womb unconsciously begged Shota to fill it with his seed.
“Hey, Fiana.”
As he spoke, his fingers suddenly stopped.
Maybe he had come to his senses?
With a sliver of hope, she turned to look at him—only to see Shota lowering his eyes apologetically.
“I know… I really shouldn’t be doing this either…”
“…Eh?”
“You were married… It’s wrong… I kept telling myself I had to hold back…”
“Shota…”
“But… when I heard you moaning my name while masturbating…”
“That was… I-I’m sorry…”
Fiana’s conscience stung at his pained words.
It was her own unconscious actions that had pushed him this far.
If she had shown more self-control, this never would have happened.
Tormented by guilt that it was all her own shameless fault, the widow’s beautiful face clouded over.
“So, Fiana… I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who should apologize.”
“No, you don’t have to apologize, Fiana.
Because in return…”
For a moment, Shota smiled.
It was a truly innocent, boyish smile.
“I’ll make you cum hard enough to make up for how much you made my cock throb.”
—Nyu pu pu puuu…
“N-nooo… wai— aaaaaahhhhh ♥”
Shota’s small fingers sank into her soaking wet, horny pussy.
The moment they rubbed against her love-juice-soaked folds, Fiana arched her back violently and let out a sweet cry.
“Wow… Fiana’s pussy is so hot and sloppy…”
Her thoroughly teased cunt offered no resistance, eagerly swallowing his fingers.
The melted inner walls clung to him, sucking and licking greedily, refusing to let go.
Shota vigorously stirred her pussy walls as if trying to scrape out her lewd hunger.
“It feels good, right, Fiana?
I’ll finger your pussy even more.”
Using every technique he had learned from Selma without mercy, Shota drove Fiana relentlessly.
To a widow who had only known her husband, the stimulation was like deadly poison, completely robbing her of any will or strength to resist.
All she could do was twitch her belly in tiny spasms, endure the pleasure, and desperately cover her mouth with both hands.
“Mmmf— ♥ Nn— ♥ Nnn— ♥”
—Jubo ♥ Jubobo ♥ Jubun ♥
Even though he was only gently caressing the entrance, her horny pussy bubbled and overflowed with thick, frothy juices.
Shota scooped them out without mercy, continuing his relentless pussy-fingering to break her completely.
“Nfuu— ♥ Nnnnn— ♥”
Fiana’s muffled moans and the lewd wet sounds of her juices echoed through the bedroom.
In the very room that had once belonged to her and her husband, this young, chaste but frustrated breeding-ready widow was being toyed with.
Every time she writhed, Shota’s own arousal grew stronger.
“Your clothes are in the way.
Let’s take them off.”
While engraving submission into her pussy, Shota skillfully stripped her with his free hand.
“Nuu— ♥ Nn— ♥”
“There, just stay nice and quiet, Fiana.”
To rob her of resistance, he curled his fingers and scraped her inner walls.
A violent burst of pleasure exploded in her brain.
Her vision flashed, her limbs jerked wildly.
Taking advantage of the opening, Shota quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes.
“All done.
You’re naked now, Fiana.”
On the large marital bed, her voluptuous, erotic body—made to arouse males—was laid completely bare.
Her breasts were huge and full, not quite Selma’s size but still impressively large and firm, with big, pointed nipples.
Most striking of all was her massive ass.
The thick, juicy, plump buttocks looked so ripe they might burst with juice if bitten.
They radiated such powerful sexual appeal that they practically demanded a cock be buried inside them.
Gulp “…Yeah, it’s incredible…”
A perfect female body that stirred reproductive urges just by looking at it.
A being made to be fucked and impregnated.
The fact that she was now completely at his mercy filled Shota with deep excitement as he caressed every inch of her.
“Fiana’s skin is so smooth and nice to touch…”
He traced her white nape, prominent collarbones, sweaty armpits, deep navel, and of course her heavy swaying tits and swollen, aching nipples.
Everywhere his fingers stroked, palms rubbed, or nails scratched, her body reacted.
“Nuu ♥ Nnn— ♥ Nn nn ♥”
Every teasing movement of his fingers made Fiana’s body twitch.
Her heated skin grew even more sensitive, climbing higher and higher.
All the while, her dripping, horny cunt continued to be thoroughly fingered.
“So this spot feels really good, huh, Fiana?”
“♥♥♥ Nnn ♥ Nuu— ♥”
Even as Shota freely rubbed her pussy walls, Fiana covered her mouth with both hands and desperately shook her head in denial.
She didn’t even realize she had spread her legs wide like a whore, unconsciously rocking her hips in time with his fingers.
Watching her lewd display, Shota smiled innocently.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Fiana.”
As a reward, he focused on rubbing her sensitive G-spot.
With every stroke, undeniable waves of pleasure and breeding instinct surged from her womb, turning into thick, frothy begging juices that soaked not only her golden pubic hair but also left huge stains on the sheets.
“Kuhuuu— ♥ Fuu— ♥ N, fuuu— ♥”
Tears in her eyes, Fiana kept shaking her head in denial, but her mind had already melted into sweet, sticky pleasure.
She no longer even understood what was being done to her.
All she knew was that the boy in front of her was giving her this mind-breaking pleasure, and that she was completely helpless before him.
In the end, a female could never win against a male in heat—no matter how young he was.
“Nnn ♥ Nnnnnnuuuu— ♥”
The overwhelming pleasure easily pushed the widow’s greedy pussy over the edge into orgasm.
—Bikun!
Bikun!
Every time she came shamefully, her abs convulsed violently, her massive ball-like breasts bounced, her wide, easy-to-breed ass rippled, and her hips jerked obscenely.
It looked exactly like a mating dance begging for cock.
Her unconscious, desperate breeding appeal made Shota’s own member throb painfully.
Swallowing hard, the boy prepared for the final sprint to turn this chaste widow into his personal onahole.
—Buchyu ♥ Jupu ♥ Muchyu ♥ Bochun ♥
“Fuguu ♥ Nnnn ♥ Nuuuuuuuu ♥”
Right after her climax, Shota meticulously stirred her hypersensitive pussy while his other hand stroked her swollen clit.
Matching the intense fingering, Fiana screamed in continuous orgasmic moans.
“Nnn ♥ Uuuu ♥ Funuuuuuu ♥”
She bucked her hips like a fish out of water.
Her arched back showed just how intense the pleasure was.
Tears streamed from her half-rolled eyes, drool spilled from her covered lips, and squirt arced from her spasming pussy.
“Nnnnnn————— ♥♥♥”
Her trembling inner thighs supporting her raised hips signaled she had reached her limit.
Her back stayed arched, hips thrust out, massive ass rippling in the most vulgar display imaginable.
“Nngu ♥ Ngo ♥ Fuuuu— ♥ Nnnnnn— ♥”
Every muffled orgasmic cry that escaped her covered mouth made her incredibly tight pussy clamp down hard on his fingers.
It was the very picture of a cum-hungry pussy in heat, mindlessly begging for seed even though only fingers were inside her.
(Shota’s fingers ♥ feel so good ♥ so much better than when I do it myself ♥ Aah ♥ I’m cumming ♥ cumming while cumming ♥ I came again ♥ I don’t even know how many times ♥ help me ♥ forgive me ♥)
Her heartfelt pleas never reached him.
Shota simply kept stirring her climaxing pussy, scooping out thick juices, pinching her clit, and scraping her G-spot.
“Ngo ♥ Nnnnn— ♥ Nuuu— ♥ Nguuuu ♥”
(Aaaah ♥ I came again ♥ I’m cumming ♥ I’m cumming ♥ so stop ♥ no ♥ no no ♥ I keep cumming even though I’m already cumming ♥ I came ♥ my pussy ♥ came again ♥ I can’t stop cumming ♥ I’m done ♥ my pussy’s turning stupid ♥ my pussy ♥ cumming again ♥ my pussy ♥ I’m cumming ♥ cumming too much ♥ turning into an idiot ♥)
Her most vulnerable female weakness was toyed with freely as Fiana kept mentally reporting her orgasms.
All she could do was lie there in a lewd shrimp position with legs spread wide, showing off her orgasming cunt, unconsciously shaking her hips like a total slut in continuous climax.
(Forgive me ♥ please forgive me ♥ I can’t take anymore ♥ my pussy ♥ came too much ♥ I’m going crazy ♥ help me ♥ I’m going to die ♥ I’m turning stupid ♥ the orgasms are too strong ♥ I’m losing my mind ♥ help ♥ help ♥ help ♥ help ♥ help ♥)
The continuous orgasms caused oxygen deprivation.
Large tears rolled down Fiana’s face as she teetered on the edge of passing out.
At that exact moment, words of salvation reached her ears.
“Should we finish up soon, Fiana?”
The boy’s words brought her fading consciousness back.
Light returned to her eyes.
To the widow thrashing her long golden hair in shameless desperation, begging for mercy, Shota looked like a savior.
But he was no savior.
He was the devil who would drag her down.
That single sentence was nothing more than preparation so she would fully feel the final blow coming.
“Then this will be the last one.
Focus on your pussy and feel it deeply, okay?”
And then the devil’s cruel words fell, delivering the final strike.
—Koryun koryun ♥
“Ngo ♥ Ooooooooohhhhhh ♥ Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh———— ♥♥”
The moment his fingers scraped her hypersensitive portio—the womb that had descended in search of seed—Fiana reached the greatest climax of her entire life.
—Koryu koryu ♥ Koryu koryu ♥
“Ooooooh ♥ Oooooooooh ♥ Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh———— ♥♥”
Attacked at her greatest weakness as a female—her womb—Fiana screamed even louder than during her bathroom masturbation, her orgasmic cries shaking the entire house.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers in powerful spasms.
Her body arched back harder than ever, her raised cunt endlessly squirting, soaking not just the sheets but the bedroom walls as well.
“Oooooohhhhhhooooooooohhhhhhhhhh… ♥♥”
“Wow… Fiana… that was amazing…”
With an impressed sigh, Shota forcefully pulled his fingers from her still-contracting pussy.
At the same time, Fiana’s convulsing body collapsed onto the messy sheets.
Her thoroughly trained pussy had gone completely stupid.
Even after his fingers were removed, it continued twitching and leaking juices in aftershocks.
Sweat beaded across her trembling body like pearls, and the steam rising from her skin testified to the intensity of her orgasms.
“Nhooo… ♥ M-more… please… forgive me… ♥”
“Sorry.
The real thing is just getting started.”
Fiana begged with trembling lips.
Shota answered her with an innocent, boyish smile.
“Next, I’m going to fuck your pussy, okay?”
“Hii… p-please forgive me… ♥”
The feast of carnal pleasure had only just begun.