Normally, when Ho Fei-yu was particularly sleepy, he would lock his door because there was always a "female ghost" trying to seize his "treasure," and if he didn't, his back would ache the next day.
But tonight, due to the events of the evening and the captivating scent from Auntie Mitsuko's mouth, his head was muddled, and he forgot this crucial step.
In the dark night, besides the ticking of the alarm clock and the chirping of crickets outside the window, the surroundings were silent.
—Click—
At some unknown time, the sound of the doorknob turning came from Ho Fei-yu's room. A figure silently entered his room.
Skillfully, she walked up to Ho Fei-yu. She bent down, leaving a moist mark on his face, and then exhaled a warm breath near his nose.
"Auntie Mitsuko~" Ho Fei-yu, in his deep sleep, seemed to smell the familiar fragrance and couldn't help but call out Mitsuko Yarima's name in his dream.
The dark figure trembled at Ho Fei-yu's words as if caught red-handed. She held her breath, not daring to move an inch, until she confirmed the young man in front of her was only sleep-talking. Only then did she slowly let out a cloudy breath.
She gently sat down beside him, the back of her hand lightly stroking the young man's face, lingering for a long time.
A pang of hunger in her lower abdomen reminded her of her goal for the night.
The young man usually slept soundly at night. As long as she didn't make too much noise, she could savor the delicacy as she pleased.
With light steps, she reached the foot of the bed. She groped around for a while, finding the path to the delicacy. She lifted the first layer of obstruction covering the young man's body.
She slowly slithered forward until she reached the place where the delicacy was stored.
The young man liked to sleep without clothes, so the commotion wouldn't be too big. She only needed to gently lift the cover obscuring the delicacy, and with a bit of skill, she could enjoy the lukewarm treat.
Indeed, as always, the young man had no reaction.
She licked her red lips. Her fair hand grasped the instrument that stored the delicacy—The Future.
As usual, she first used one hand to patiently massage, knead, and carefully rub the implement, like shaping ceramics. The other hand held the base that supplied the ceramic, and the very tip needed assistance from her small mouth.
Hunters are always very patient when catching prey. It often takes a long time to capture a desired target. Similarly, she had to maintain her crawling posture for at least half an hour, sometimes even an hour. Even though her hands felt sore and her small tongue was tired, she had to persist for the sake of the final delicious food.
There was relief after suffering: once the first burst of flavor was extracted, the instrument would become sensitive, and the process would take much less time. She had done this hundreds of times, so she was already used to it.
But today, she made a fatal mistake: she shouldn't have exhaled that puff of fragrance onto Ho Fei-yu's face.
Ho Fei-yu, initially in a deep sleep, was having a beautiful dream. In his dream, he first transformed into a Kamen Rider and beat the NTR to death with wild punches. Then he became Ultraman and exchanged fire with monsters, then a Giant crushing little guys with one stomp.
Just as he was reveling in the moment, a familiar, sweet fragrance enveloped his nose, leading him into the next dream. In the dream, Ho Fei-yu saw the prim and proper Auntie Mitsuko crawling before him like a perverted woman, tasting the Italian Cannon. The expression on her face was something he had never seen before: so sickly, yet so seductive.
The thought that he was treating Auntie Mitsuko like this in his dream filled him with guilt. His consciousness struggled, wanting to escape this scene of corrupted filial piety.
Then, the illusion of the dream weakened, and Ho Fei-yu felt he was about to wake up. But the moist sensation from below felt so real, making him hover between illusion and reality. He instinctively wondered if another "female ghost" had come to do evil tonight?
He was determined to see the culprit's true face today. As his thoughts reached this point, his consciousness leaned toward reality, but a burst of pleasure shot through his body, and something gushed out. But he couldn't care less. He instinctively hooked his leg around a soft, delicate body and suddenly sat up.
"Hmph hmph!!"
"Little vixen, let's see how you escape my tightening foot."
"Let me see your true face!" Ho Fei-yu leaned back, his hand fumbling for the light switch on the wall.
—Clang—
The light turned on. Ho Fei-yu instinctively closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.
In the next moment, he saw an incredible sight and cried out in surprise.
"Auntie Mitsuko?!"
"Oh my, oh my—I didn't think I'd be caught~" Mitsuko Yarima was sitting in a seiza position, her head tilted, her face wearing a moe expression, one finger resting against her cheek. If Ho Fei-yu hadn't seen her other hand still grasping The Future, he might have been fooled by her cuteness.
Ho Fei-yu's face was serious, his eyes fixed on Auntie Mitsuko, his heart a mix of emotions. He had thought Mitsuko Yarima was different from her original anime counterpart, only to find her sneaking in to steal a bite in the middle of the night.
If Auntie Mitsuko wanted it, why would he ever refuse? Over the past year, Auntie Mitsuko had become irreplaceable in his heart.
"Fei-chan~ what should we do now~"
"Since I've been found out, Auntie won't pretend anymore. Actually, Auntie fell in love with you a long time ago~"
"I want to claim you, I want to possess you~" Ho Fei-yu's moral foundation shattered into pieces, hearing such explicit words coming from the prim and proper Auntie Mitsuko. It was difficult to accept. Mainly, the different Auntie Mitsuko he had known over the past year had solidified an impression, to the point where he had almost forgotten the character from the anime of his past life.
Mitsuko Yarima saw Ho Fei-yu remain silent, and her memories of a year ago resurfaced. At that time, she could no longer tolerate the emptiness brought on by her body's, or rather, her genes' primal instinct. She wanted her empty body and lonely soul to be filled. Even if she eventually ended up as a Fluff Ball, the instinct of her genes was something she couldn't resist.
So, on a certain festival day a year ago, she dressed up and went out looking for "prey," but they were all undesirables. Her last bit of pride wouldn't allow her to settle for just anyone. But after wandering for a long time and not finding a desirable target, she thought despairingly, Does it really have to come to this...
Just then, her gaze was drawn to a figure drifting with the crowd, but more accurately, her body craved him. If the desires in her body could be materialized, they would form a giant hand reaching out for that person.
She saw the figure was a young man, caught up in the flow of the crowd. When the crowd was dense, he was swept along; when the crowd thinned, he stopped in place until someone pushed him along again.
Curious and puzzled, she slowly approached the young man. After circling him a few times, she found no one guiding him. The closest she got, she saw that the young man's eyes were completely lifeless, like... like an idiot.
She boldly took his hand. He had no reaction. She tried to lead him, and indeed, the young man followed her lead and left the festival.
At the time, she felt anxious. If the young man's family found out, they would surely call the police. Fortunately, the Goddess of Destiny favored her.
She successfully brought the young man home. Luckily, her two daughters were away at school and wouldn't misunderstand. The closer she got to the young man, the more her body craved him. Following her instinct, she shamelessly plundered the saliva from his mouth, kissing him until she was nearly suffocated. She had never been so satisfied in over ten years. She even wanted to go further...
But her rediscovered sanity told her not to rush. She had him now. Tomorrow was no different from today. She had waited for over ten years; a few more days wouldn't hurt.
She noticed a tag around the young man's neck. Curiously, she took it off. It said Ho Fei-yu, which must be the young man's name, and an address. That must be where the young man lived. She hesitated, but ultimately hardened her heart and hid the tag in her bedroom.
She planned to take the young man to the hospital the next day to check his health. If everything was fine, she would keep him at home and enjoy lovemaking with him. If she got pregnant, since her daughters were grown, keeping the child wouldn't be out of the question.
But unexpectedly, the young man was completely normal the next day. She was startled, thinking he was faking it. But after questioning him, she learned the young man had no recollection of what happened before. Yet, his intelligence was not what she expected for his age.
Although she couldn't figure out the situation, it might not be a bad thing. Sure enough, the young man stayed with them. Even without lewd acts, merely tasting the young man's delicacy helped curb her physical desires significantly. It wasn't a permanent cure, but it was better than nothing.
However, as time went on, her body still craved nourishment, but only from the young man. She also noticed her two daughters showing the same issue, and it also seemed to be directed only at the young man. This made her very happy, as no mother wants to see her daughters become Fluff Balls.
During this year, she also found that her two daughters would secretly steal bites. She would wait for them to finish and then eat the leftovers, although she sometimes managed to eat several times herself.
This life wasn't bad, but recently, her body had been craving the young man more and more. Since they couldn't mix like milk and water, she would just have to take a bite often.
But today, she had crashed and burned.