Chapter 632: The Black Hole of Sayo Can Attract Multiple Strong People
"...Really modeling?"
The question hung in the air, a mix of disbelief and barely suppressed excitement. He had arrived at Sayo's house late at night, the moon casting long, silvery shadows across the quiet living room.
Originally, Ren had thought he could simply enjoy the "double package" of spending time with both Sayo and Sagiri in a more casual, intimate setting. Perhaps a late-night snack, some light banter, and the warmth of a family home.
But he didn't expect the situation to take such an artistic—and erotic—turn. Sayo, with a glint of professional fervor in her eyes that matched her daughter's, had asked him to take off his top right there in the living room. She wanted him to reveal his toned, perfectly proportioned body, treating him not just as a lover or a family member, but as a supreme specimen of artistic reference.
Then, the request escalated. He was asked to lie on the plush sofa in a specific, domineering position—a "Kabe-don" or wall-pounding stance—looming over Icarus. The artificial angel was dressed in her partial armor, the metal gleaming cold against her soft skin, creating a contrast that was visually striking.
"Ren-kun, please put your right hand on Icarus's thigh."
"..."
Ren paused, his hand hovering in the air. He looked down at Icarus beneath him, his golden eyes seeking consent. Even in a play-act scenario, he respected her autonomy.
"Master, Icarus is your strategic all-purpose angel... and entertainment all-purpose angel," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.
Pressing close to him, Icarus's iridescent eyes remained serious, reflecting his face. She no longer resisted her identity as a strategic weapon capable of destroying nations. Because her Master—this man who held her world in his hands—had said he didn't mind her destructive nature.
But beyond that, Icarus still frantically wanted to ensure she fulfilled her duty as an entertainment angel. She wanted to be useful in every capacity, soft and pliable where she was once hard and cold. This way, perhaps, she could be used more by her Master. Being needed was her ultimate directive.
Seeing her so submissive, her wings slightly trembling with anticipation, Ren gently placed his hand at the base of her clean, smooth thigh.
"..."
Icarus's skin sensory structure immediately registered the data: Temperature: 37°C. Pressure: Gentle. Classification: Master's touch.
It felt warm. Incredibly warm. It bypassed her logic circuits and went straight to her core. Her power reactor... began to heat up again, a low hum vibrating in her chest that had nothing to do with combat readiness.
"Wow! This pose!!!"
On the other side of the room, Sayo and Sagiri's eyes instantly lit up, shining like predators spotting prey.
A handsome, dominant man and a beautiful, submissive angel! The visual impact was devastating. It was an ambiguous, tension-filled pose that screamed of forbidden romance and overwhelming power. They couldn't hold back their artistic instincts at all!
At this moment, Sayo and Sagiri only felt their Eromanga souls instantly ignite. The flames of inspiration exploded in their minds, burning away fatigue and rationality.
It ignited!
The mother and daughter exchanged a single knowing glance—a telepathic link of artists—and nodded. They picked up their tablets simultaneously, styluses poised like weapons, and started drawing!
Scritch, scratch, tap.
The sound of digital pens hitting screens filled the silence.
As for the family members who became models, they could only maintain their poses.
Icarus belonged to Ren, body and soul. She was also a mechanical artificial angel, possessing the ability to lock her joints and remain perfectly still for centuries if ordered. She didn't move a millimeter.
And Ren, while maintaining the pose, narrowed his eyes slightly. His gaze drifted past Icarus's shoulder, locking onto the woman sitting across the room in a sheer nightgown.
He communicated with Sayo telepathically, his voice echoing directly in her mind: 'Sayo, you're asking me to be your model; you wouldn't not offer any compensation, would you?'
Sayo's pen paused mid-stroke.
She glanced sideways at Sagiri. The girl was oblivious, her tongue poking out slightly as she sketched Ren's deltoids with frantic speed. No reaction; she was safe.
So Ren was only talking to her.
Sayo resumed drawing naturally, the stylus scratching rhythmically, but her heart began to beat a chaotic rhythm against her ribs. She conversed with Ren telepathically, her mental voice trembling slightly.
'What compensation does Ren-kun want?'
'Heh heh, what do you think? Of course, I came here tonight for you and Sagiri. Don't you understand what I want?'
Ren curled his lips into a wicked smirk that Sagiri interpreted as a "cool expression" for the drawing, but Sayo knew better.
He wasn't just hinting; he was taking action.
He saw his body move slightly. Not his physical body on the sofa—that remained frozen in the perfect pose—but his spatial presence.
"!!!"
Suddenly, Sayo looked in astonishment at her crossed legs under her nightgown.
Just in that instant.
She felt a scorching aura at the "front door," a touch she was intimately, addictively familiar with. It wasn't a physical hand reaching across the room; it was a spatial fluctuation. Ren had manipulated the very fabric of space to bridge the gap between them instantly.
Her gaze dropped, and she noticed the subtle, almost invisible distortions in the air beneath Ren, like heat waves rising from asphalt. Traces of space flowed beneath him, extending an invisible tendril towards her.
She understood what was happening. He was here, even though he was there.
'This... Ren-kun, please don't mess around!'
Sayo's beautiful eyes flashed with panic, darting towards Sagiri. Her initial goal was definitely not to have Ren be a model for this. She wanted art, not a live performance of her own depravity!
"Addicted to the taste."
This phrase perfectly described Sayo's current state.
After all, she was relatively older, a mature woman who had thought her days of fiery passion were behind her. But after being treated so ardently by Ren, after being unlocked and explored by him, her body had undergone a terrifying transformation.
From time to time, her whole body would uncontrollably ignite with pink flames of desire. It was a hunger that gnawed at her, a thirst that water couldn't quench.
She wanted to be closer to him. She wanted to be embraced by him, swallowed by him. She wanted more. Even if it was rougher, even if it was shameful.
It was because of this deep-seated, uncontrollable desire that she had made such a bold request to Ren at noon. But she hadn't expected him to answer it like this, right under her daughter's nose.
'Heh heh, Sayo, don't you know what state you're in?'
Ren originally just wanted to tease her a little. He thought a light touch would make her blush and squirm. He didn't expect that the first touch behind the door would move forward again, triggering a reaction so potent it surprised even him.
He found that the door had changed.
It was no longer a simple door; it had transformed into a swirling black hole, emitting scorching heat and flowing stickily. This wasn't just a metaphor. The power Ren had bestowed upon her—the ability to manipulate void and gravity—had merged with her lust.
The black hole tightly sucked his spatial intrusion in, not allowing him to leave. It clamped down with the force of a collapsing star.
It was truly exaggerated. The universe-destroying power of Sayo and others was given by him, but for him, it was usually just insignificant power, a toy. Yet Sayo's "black hole" could indeed forcibly control him in this specific context.
"..."
Sayo pressed the tablet against her legs, using the device to hide the trembling of her thighs. She lowered her head, her hair falling forward to curtain her flushed face. She didn't respond, couldn't respond, lest a moan escape her lips.
'If you don't speak, then I'm leaving.'
Ren teased, preparing to withdraw his spatial presence from the gripping void.
But just as the impulse to leave arose, Sayo's embarrassed, desperate cry echoed in his mind: 'Ugh, really, Ren-kun clearly found out but deliberately played hard to get. You bad, bad man!'
'Heh heh, I don't understand what you're saying?'
'Naughty!'
Sayo puffed out her rosy, pretty face, biting her lip. Her eyes, usually sharp with artistic intent, were now flowing with spring water, staring intently at Ren across the room.
He only returned a faint, knowing smile, but his departing movement did not stop. He threatened to withdraw completely.
Unable to bear the loss, unable to bear the distance, Sayo suddenly stood up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, but Sagiri didn't look up.
Sayo took three steps in two to get behind Sagiri. She needed a shield. She needed a cover.
She placed her hands on Sagiri's shoulders, bending down and resting her chin on Sagiri's shoulder. From this angle, she could watch Ren, but Sagiri couldn't see her face.
"Eh, Mom, why aren't you drawing anymore?"
Sagiri lifted her small face in confusion, pausing her stylus. She didn't understand why Mom suddenly stopped drawing when the atmosphere was so perfect. She glanced at the tablet Sayo had placed on the floor.
"Eh? So messy."
The screen displayed a chaotic jumble of lines. It was full of messy, erratic strokes, lacking any structure. Usually, Mom only drew like this when she was extremely upset or her mind was in complete turmoil.
Sayo rubbed Sagiri's small face, forcing a chuckle that sounded slightly breathless. "It's nothing, I just wanted to check Sagiri's drawing skill improvement. I heard you learned a lot from Eriri."
"Hmph hmph, I've combined the strengths of both Mom and Eriri. Now I've surpassed Mom!"
When this was mentioned, Sagiri became energetic. The pride of an artist took over. Now she was very confident in her drawing skills, eager to show off to her rival and mother.
"Mm mm mm..."
As if surprised, Sayo nodded repeatedly with soft hums, though the hums were shaky. She narrowed her eyes, concealing the charm and heat swirling within them, and spoke with a hot, moist breath right into Sagiri's ear: "Ha... Then Sagiri, show Mom. Draw him... draw him well."
"Okay!!!"
Sagiri didn't notice Sayo's change at all. She didn't notice the heat radiating from her mother's body, nor the tremble in her hands.
Her fighting spirit doubled. She rolled up her sleeves and began to perform, quickly entering a serious drawing state. Her eyes locked onto Ren, analyzing his muscles, the way the light hit his skin, completely unaware that the man she was drawing was currently engaged in an invisible act of intimacy with the woman clinging to her back.
Sayo gave Ren a glare from behind the safety of Sagiri's head: 'Ha, Ren-kun, why were you so sudden? You startled me.'
'No choice, your black hole sucked me in with that movement. It was too inviting. Should I go slower?'
'Mm...'
Sayo's earlobes were crimson, burning as if blood was about to drip from them. Her own black hole could control Ren, a being capable of destroying multiverses. Didn't this mean she was very eager? That her body was more honest than her words?
How embarrassing! To be so voracious in front of her daughter, even if Sagiri didn't know.
However, these emotions were quickly discarded, burned away by the friction of space and desire.
In Sagiri's eyes, Ren and Icarus maintaining their model poses was just an illusory scene—a static image for art.
In reality, Ren had already begun his confrontation with Sayo.
Space warped invisibly. Ren's presence filled her, stretched her, claimed her. Sayo bit her lip, her grip on Sagiri's shoulders tightening as she fought to keep her legs from buckling, turning the living room into a secret battlefield of pleasure.
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