Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System
Chapter 96 - 95: Aunt Kasumi’s Snow Melts

Chapter 96: Chapter 95: Aunt Kasumi’s Snow Melts

After dinner, Kasumi had somehow ended up leaning against Roland’s chest, like a newlywed bride clinging to her beloved, letting him explore her body and steal some cheek and neck kisses.

But in reality, she hadn’t leaned in willingly. Roland had brazenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace with utter disregard for propriety.

Frankly, this was no way to treat an elder. Roland was treating her like his own woman.

No, it wasn’t just treating her like one. His actions clearly declared his intention to make her his woman.

Knowing Roland’s intentions, she should have immediately pulled away and gently explained that such a relationship between a mother-in-law and son-in-law was forbidden.

But for some inexplicable reason, she remained nestled against him, unmoving. Well, not entirely unmoving—her face was currently rubbing comfortably against her his chest.

Kasumi could clearly feel the romantic feelings stirring in her heart. She willingly leaned into Roland’s arms, content to be possessed by him as if she were his private treasure. It felt as though she had become his personal plaything, forever trapped in his grasp.

Her inner self seemed to roar: I always wanted this! I always wanted to become this!

Though these desires remained confined to her thoughts, as a mother in public, she still had to maintain a semblance of composure.

But she couldn’t help but assure herself! Wasn’t she currently playing house with Roland, pretending to be an old married couple?

Therefore, she hadn’t abandoned her maternal restraint; she was simply immersing herself in the role of a wife within the game.

Her willful behavior—allowing Roland to hold her and even nuzzling against him—was all just acting! She was merely playing her part as a wife to perfection!

With this justification, Kasumi found the perfect excuse for her actions, allowing her to indulge without reservation.

It was embarrassing to admit, but as a woman nearing forty, she had never experienced the sensation of nestling against a man’s broad chest somehow. She had no idea this feeling could be so intoxicating and addictive.

Could simply being held by a man bring such profound happiness?

Had she been missing out on something essential for the past forty years?

How many forty-year spans does one get in a lifetime? Half her life was already gone, and she was only now tasting this bliss at her middle age.

Then she thought of those middle and high school students who had experienced this in their teens. Compared to them, hadn’t she wasted over twenty years?

Twenty years... If she had known this sooner, how much happier those years could have been?

Damn it! This was too much to bear. She couldn’t accept it. She had to make up for all the time she had wasted!

With this resolve, Kasumi boldly wrapped her arms Little Roland, pressing herself against him to savor the warmth of his embrace and inhale his manly scent. The sheer bliss threatened to melt her like snow...

After all, the emptiness, loneliness, and coldness in her heart had long since solidified into a massive glacier. It was time for it to melt properly.

In short, Kasumi body couldn’t help but tremble in Roland’s arms and released some pussy juices. She finally managed to expel some of the emptiness, loneliness, and coldness from the depths of her heart, and then...

...she became even emptier, lonelier, and colder.

Because the sensation of expelling that emptiness, loneliness, and coldness had been so blissful, but expelling only a little wasn’t enough. After tasting such happiness, she doesn’t how to stop.

She couldn’t stop at all! Even a slight pause brought unbearable discomfort!

Driven by this agonizing sensation, her body could only burrow deeper into Roland’s embrace. Now, she could only use even greater happiness to counteract this pain.

Damn it! Why has my body suddenly become like this?

I’ve become completely dependent on Roland!

It’s just a hug at the start, right?

How could it make me feel this good?

This isn’t logical!

But the truth was undeniable. She had to admit that Roland’s embrace brought her unparalleled pleasure.

Perhaps she an Roland were meant to be together, which explained the intense chemistry between them.

In other words, fate had intended for her and Roland to be together, but Karena had become an unexpected complication?

Ah... suddenly I don’t want to give him up to Karena anymore, Kasumi thought, her heart burning with resentment for her daughter.

What she didn’t realize was that not all hugs felt this good. It was simply because Roland was secretly using his Massage Technique.

After all, Yukio had climaxed from the Massage Technique before. There was no reason Kasumi wouldn’t climax too!

After a few such "climax," anyone could see that Kasumi’s body was growing increasingly feverish, and her eyes held a strange, feverish glint.

Gradually, a mischievous idea formed in Roland’s mind. He lowered his head toward Kasumi, who was still in his arms.

With almost no resistance—in fact, Kasumi seemed to welcome it—their lips met smoothly, and they began to kiss passionately...

At this point, Kasumi had likely lost all ability to think clearly in the heat of the moment, perhaps not even fully aware of what she was doing.

In other words, Roland was deliberately leading his elder down a path of moral corruption.

This was utterly immoral.

As time passed, Roland, emboldened by his irreplaceable position in Kasumi’s heart, began to act more boldly.

For instance, Kasumi had originally been sitting beside him, but somehow he had maneuvered her into facing him, embracing her in his lap.

And he began loosening her gradually slipping clothes.

It wasn’t until after midnight that Roland finally managed to push Kasumi away slightly, their lips finally apart but still connected with bridges of saliva.

If Roland hadn’t forced her back, her lips would have clearly lunged for another kiss.

And was it just his imagination, or did he see two pink hearts shimmering in Kasumi’s eyes?

It was clear from her still-parted lips and flushed cheeks that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

"You naughty boy! How could you do such a thing to your Aunt Kasumi?" Kasumi finally realized what had happened between them after they separated, especially when she saw their still-connected "lingering thread." Her heart was practically...

Bursting with excitement!

Well, what could she do? It was such a fantastic kiss, after all. Also who wouldn’t be thrilled by their first kiss?

"Hehe~, thanks for the hospitality, Aunt Kasumi~," Roland said, making no excuses for his actions. At this point, he had no desire to hide his true feelings; he was simply craving the body of a widow.

"Hospitality my foot! You’re the one who’s been treated well, while I got pushed away. Why didn’t you offer me some hospitality instead?" Kasumi glared at him resentfully.

"Uh... just out of curiosity, Aunt Kasumi, what time do you think it is right now?" Roland asked, his expression turning peculiar.

"What time? Shouldn’t it be around nine...?" Kasumi glanced doubtfully at the clock on the living room wall, her face gradually turning to horror.

The clock clearly showed it was past midnight. She had somehow mistaken the time for around 9 PM.

How could this be happening?!

No, perhaps she knew why. She had been so immersed in her kisses, so utterly lost in the pleasure, that she hadn’t noticed the passage of time. All she knew was that she hadn’t had enough kissing yet, so surely not much time could have passed, right?

Could she really have been demanding kisses for hours on end and still not be satisfied?

Yet the truth was exactly that: even after hours, she still hadn’t had enough.

Kasumi’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment. This is so humiliating!