Woman

In the morning, the weather wasn't as good as it was rainy, yet even if the weather wasn't good, Miya's mood was good, and her body was as good as ever, which was rare. 

Was it due to him? 

The transformative power of love was evident in Miya's physical being. It was as if her body was being rewound, the years melting away, leaving her feeling youthful and vibrant. Love, it seemed, had the power to turn back time. Her withered body became rosy and moist because of his care. Moreover, instead of being exhausted, her weakened body also became stronger as she was constantly being held by him. 

Yes, she might be a little old, and with her age, it wouldn't be weird of her to be Isao's mother, yet in his arms, such a problem known as age was just a minor problem. 

In his eyes, she was the most attractive woman, and he ravaged every part of her body in a way that she had never imagined. Yet, instead of hating it due to how vulgar it was, she also let herself fall into his embrace, letting him play with her body as he wished, forgetting her identity and only focusing on becoming his woman. It was also fortunate that all of her clothes appeared reserved, hiding most of her skin so her children couldn't see the marks that had been left by Isao. 

Yet, the thought of pregnancy made her hesitate. 

It wasn't because she didn't want to be impregnated by him, or she knew how wrong their relationship was as they had an affair, or even including her children. 

The hesitation in her mind came from the origin of her family. 

As a magician and a member of a certain powerful magician family, it was impossible for their child to have a normal life. 

At the same time, she didn't want to trouble him, especially when she knew that she didn't have a long life. She could tell that her death was near, and she thought of treating their meeting as her memory at the last moment of her life. 

In her monochrome-like life, where she constantly made mistakes, Isao came into her life, bringing color into her world. 

This time, she wouldn't make the same mistake, but then, the thought of his raw cock entering deep into her ripened crack, ejecting his thick white juice, causing her womb to spread open, wishing to be impregnated. 

While she didn't realize it, her expression was rather lewd. 

Still, as she sipped her morning coffee brewed by Isao, she listened to the conversation between Isao, Miyuki, and Tatsuya. 

"Is black coffee delicious?" Miyuki looked at Isao and Tatsuya, who drank the bitter coffee with ease. 

"You are a child, so it is normal that you don't think it is delicious." 

"I-I am not a child! I want one, too! Let me try it!" 

Miyuki puffed her cheeks, showing her annoyance. 

"No, you might waste my coffee if you don't drink it." Isao then glanced at Tatsuya and said, "Tatsuya, share some of yours with your little sister." 

"Do you want to try it, Miyuki?" Tatsuya asked, ready to try the cup of coffee prepared by Isao. While it tasted bitter, he didn't hate it, and frankly, it was quite delicious, with many hints of chocolate and roasted almond. 

"Is-Is that okay?" Miyuki asked with a blush, looking at Tatsuya's cup, thinking that she would have an indirect kiss. 

"Yes." Tatsuya nodded. 

As the two siblings had their more than-normal average sibling relationship, Miya looked at her two children and asked, "Yesterday, Captain Kazama invited you to the base, right?" 

"Yes, mother." Tatsuya nodded, but Miyuki furrowed her brows, showing her dislike of the bitter coffee, sticking out her small tongue. 

"Miyuki, you are a girl. You shouldn't show such a shameful appearance," Miya said calmly. 

"Ye-Yes!" Miyuki quickly fixed her attitude, but she felt that her mother had somehow become gentler and kinder. She wasn't sure why, but she liked this mother of hers now. 

"Then, you should accept his invitation." 

"Is that fine?" Tatsuya asked in surprise, then looked at Miyuki. There was Isao, so he tried not to talk about how he was Miyuki's guardian, someone whose purpose was to give his life to protect his little sister. 

As for Kazama's invitation to Isao to visit the base, Tatsuya had asked Isao, but as expected, Isao didn't have much of an interest.

"Miyuki, do you want to follow your older brother?" Miya asked. 

"Ye-Yes!" Miyuki hurriedly nodded with a happy smile. 

"Then, you two can go to the base; we're okay here," Miya said softly, like a gentle mother. 

Yet, whether it was Isao or the sleepy Honami, she knew that this was just Miya's disguise. After Miyuki and Tatsuya left, Miya definitely would take off her mother's mask and become a woman again. 

If her womanly face was shown to her husband, then it was all fine, but this face was shown to a young man, who wasn't even her husband, a stranger that she had met in a few days. 

Yet, even if their meeting was short, she had thought of him as his woman, giving her body and heart to him. 

So, when Tatsuya and Miyuki left, Miya said, "Honami-san, you must be sleepy, right? You can rest in your room. I will have Isao-san to protect me." 

"...." 

Honami wanted to say "no," but she sighed helplessly, then looked at Isao, bowing her head. "Please take care of madam, Isao-kun." As she said so, she looked at the young man, who held the body of her madam every moment he could. 

Whenever they were together, it was impossible for them to be inseparable. 

Yet, instead of hating him, she felt jealous—jealous toward Miya, who could give her everything to this young man and enjoy the life of a woman who had fallen in love. 

"Leave her to me. I will protect her with everything I have." 

Hearing his words, Honami sighed helplessly, then left for her room. Still, when she left, Isao could no longer control himself and hugged his older lover. Even if she might not be the most beautiful, she was his taste and always gave him a lingering feeling that was impossible to erase. 

"Sending your children away to spend your time with me, you have become so perverted, Miya." 

"...it was all your fault." Miya clung to him tightly, biting her lower lip as she thought about what would happen after this. 

"Then, let me take responsibility." 

Holding her in his arms, Isao carried her to the room, ready to start their lovemaking. 

Only—

"Do you want to try it here~? 

"Here? In the living room?" 

"Um~!" 

"How about in the kitchen?" 

"Pervert~!" 

As there were only two, no one could stop them from their affair. Their bodies were scorching, wishing to be together once again, feeling the joy that came when their genitals connected. 

"Don't pull out..." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah." With her white, plump legs wrapped around his waist tightly, she whispered softly, "Pour everything inside. Make me pregnant." 

At that moment, something snapped within him, and he poured everything inside her. 

"Ahnnh~!" 

Her sweet cry was like an animal; her body was tense, feeling his semen entering her womb, realizing how he had impregnated her. 

This shouldn't happen to her, especially for a woman of her position, yet even if she tried not to, it was impossible, especially when this young man had conquered her. 

As her soft hands rubbed against his soft hair, Miya bit his earlobe lightly, obsessively, licking his neck with her tongue, and whispered sweetly, "I love you..." 

This feeling when she felt protected, safe, peaceful, and excited... she was going to treasure every moment with him. 

"Me too, Miya." 

Gazing into each other, his pitch-dark eyes drowned her in the rapture of flesh before starting another adult, obscene kiss. 

Such days continued, and whenever they had a chance, they held each other and never parted away until a warning about the possible war was coming.