Paradise of Infinity

Nik returned to the Souma household in time. However, his worries regarding the next world came to a stunning end as he found himself completely attracted to Mitsuko's attire. It was elegant, seductive, not so subtle but it worked so well and sent a clear message as to what she had in mind and instead of forcing herself on him, she attracted Nik as if a moth to a source of heat and light.

And he might just get burnt.

"Ara, how embarrassing being seen like that— just kidding," Mitsuko winked. Her body, more precisely, the front of her body covered by a pink apron with thin fabric and frilly ends, the hem of which barely reached her knees and had her erect nipples poking against the cloth. She tiptoed over to Nik who had just entered, smoothly helping him out of his jacket as she whispered, "It helps that you can't understand me, sweety. I don't want you to pick dinner, or the bath. Just pick me and I will return last night's favor and much more. I'll fuck you until you're dried and I'm full, and this time, I want you to push every drop of that hot cum deep~" she cooed as her arms trailed his shoulders and gently nudged Nik to step forward.

By now he was already quite aroused but he tried to keep a clear head. Important things were needed to be discussed but as he took off his shoes and was led to the kitchen with Mitsuko deliberately walking behind him to not show off just quite yet, Nik was further amazed to see Kurumi, Sayoko, and Reiko sitting over the dinner table and calmly eating dinner as if they were ignorant of their mother in a revealing outfit walking right behind him.

His body stiffened and he stood still for a moment and Mitsuko once again patted his back and stood on her toes to whisper into Nik's ear, "You were so ferocious yesterday that even these three rascals are a little embarrassed. Why not use this chance, hmm?"

But as she picked her cellphone placed on the shelf next to the wall, the translated text revealed something else: Come on, let's eat each other.

Nik would have considered this to be a technical misinterpretation of the translation back then but right now, he wasn't so sure about it.

Gulping, he was made to sit in front of the shorter edge of the table where Mitsuko would sit usually and she finally walked past him, rightly attracting Nik's attention to her back only for him to find out that her swaying buttocks were covered by a pair of black panties with a thinner edge that curved around the shape of her peachy butt, revealing more than half of her ass cheeks as a bit of fabric also happened to be caught into the crack of the loveable entity when he saw Mitsuko plucking it out with an index, making him grow out of his daze. He looked up and Mitsuko matched his gaze while he felt the stare of the three daughters around him.

Kurumi's was especially scorching.

He would have wanted to ask what was going on but that would be a stupid question now, right? Mitsuko clearly stated what she wanted and she was appropriately dressed for it. Meanwhile, the daughters were present but even they seemed slightly unnerved and he seemed to be the source of this uneasiness because they seemed quite comfortable with their mother dressed in this manner.

Even after having dinner at Yuuko's home, Nik would still end up taking a bite or two in here just to be polite and...

'Oh, my god...' he almost groaned as he began eating. It might not look like it but Mitsuko cooked as well as she fucked. And in both scenarios, Nik would have the same thought anyway.

In other words, just as captivating Mitsuko's food was, her pussy was rightly gripping, too.

Bad puns could never leave Nik even after all the disaster he had been through. It became his coping mechanism, after all.

"Man, I don't know why but I feel weird tonight," Reiko mumbled without care, and Sayoko, who sat next to the eldest sister nudged Reiko's arm with her elbow, signaling her to quieten down.

"Alright, we respect the rock paper scissors," Reiko grumbled and glared at Kurumi who sat to Nik's left, and finally, a slight smile on her lips that she quickly hid and revealed an impassive exterior.

Aside from Mitsuko, the youngest daughter was the one who wore the shortest of outfits. A thin top with clearly nothing underneath and a pair of comfortable pink shorts that... well, were smaller than briefs themselves but looked wide and spacious enough. This is what she would usually wear anyway.

Reiko's words prompted Kurumi to glance at Nik who looked down with a strange expression.

A pair of hands were already set closer to his inner thighs from under the table and he found his gaze meeting Mitsuko's.

'Right here?' He didn't feel nervous but felt strange, still. This was a dinner table... and most of the time, he was the one under the table while some new mistress would have her desires fulfilled.

He was the one being 'serviced' now... and it felt odd.

"Hey, you shouldn't focus on old bag of bones," Kurumi called out and then stood up, dragging her chair next to Nik before taking her seat once again. Now without the cover of the table, Kurumi had the chair set diagonally and had her left leg stretched onto the other chair. The ends of her shorts parted along with her soft and pale thighs, reaching the ends of her legs and also revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her clothes at all.

Having Nik's attention, Kurumi leaned against the chair and her lower body lushed forward slightly. She seemed uncaring of Reiko or Sayoko but Nik couldn't help and glance at the remaining portion of the food she had left.

'I mean... it's going in that cold refrigerator thingy, right?' Nik sighed internally.

At least, he wouldn't waste food or choose it over sex. One was sustenance, and the other was...

'Unless the two can be interchanged,' He reasoned.

With her body in close proximity to Nik, her scent traveled towards him, too. For some reason, the mother and the daughter wanted to completely hog his attention. After all, Kurumi didn't wait for a moment to have let herself fall short. Her left hand cupped her perky but relatively smaller breast and the digits of her right fingers circled around the stretched seams of her shorts that gave way slightly into her delectable nethers.

"Nngh," Mitsuko suddenly let out a stifled but erotic groan, her fingers already unbuttoning his pants with his belt already unbuckled. Her teeth firmly clamped the pulling tab of the slider and slid it down the zipline, letting the ends of his pants flap outwards as his already 'hungry' lower body was revealed pressed against the underwear.

Right next to her face, and 'prepared' after a day of long work, Mitsuko had her body stiffened by the thick and enticing scent for a moment. This was definitely... more arousing than it should be, the mother of three realized. Nik's scent didn't just feel like the ordinary musk but had something more attractive to it and she found herself mesmerized by this mysterious quality. It was as if his body was made to please women.

Seeing Mitsuko having her lips pressed against Nik's crotch, a thoroughly depraved expression on her face which was further reestablished because of her glasses tilting up, Kurumi felt like increasing her game.

There was still doubt in Nik's mind as to why Kurumi was even trying all of this but he finally felt himself pushed over the edge the moment Kurumi pushed away his bowl of rice and took off the edison chopsticks from his hand.

*Kkhnnnk*

With a dragging noise, Nik pushed his chair back. Losing her support, Mitsuko finally came to be and quickly held herself up with her hands supporting her body. Meanwhile, Kurumi remained stunned when matched with a stern expression on Nik for the first time.

Just today Nik realized that he was missing goals from his life and he did not have to follow the same suit of passive life as he did before dying.

Since he was already beheaded once, couldn't he also try and grow out of the shadow cast over him by his life?

The very thing Nik actually wanted to have was a 'say.'

At the very least, he did not want to feel that he was just following other's desires anymore and thrive on his own even if it might end up matching the sense of debauchery that others around him seem to hold.

"What's going on?" Mitsuko inquired with a slightly worried gaze and adjusted her glasses.

"Sayoko, have it translated," she looked at her daughter and added.

"Um..." Nik mumbled with a frown before he looked down. Feeling hesitant. The moment had passed. He acted on impulse because he was pulled away from food, which, to him, had always been a source of... peace. But now he recalled once again who provided him food in the first place.

Conflicted emotions rumbled within him and seeing his somewhat hesitant expression, Sayoko shrugged and typed in something else instead and passed the phone through Reiko.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

The question was a simple one and for many reasons, Nik agreed.

Nodding, he gestured that he really felt uncomfortable.

Sayoko smiled and shook her head, "Mom, you two made him uncomfortable, that's all. I told you that one night doesn't mean he'll be open to anything."

"But... he seemed to experienced," Mitsuko pouted and Reiko added, "Isn't he amnesiac? If I lose my memories, I wouldn't lose my appetite for beer. There's a difference."

"I bet it's Kurumi who actually made him uncomfortable," Sayoko glared at Kurumi and she shouted, "I didn't. I was just trying to... make him look at me, alright? That's all! Screw all of you! I'm going to bed!"

She scowled and stood up, leaving without looking back and it only made Nik feel worse. Maybe he shouldn't have reacted this way, he realized.

It was true that a place of eating meant peace for him when it was his turn to eat. But ever since he came here, these six days, he had lived a peaceful life.

'I was... jealous that she's got all the food to waste...' He pursed his lips in a stunned realization. Of all things to be jealous of, Nik found himself feeling negative because of such a petty thing.

"I see," Mitsuko sighed softly before walking up to Nik and smiling. Holding his hands, she whispered, "I'm truly sorry, sweety. I just... thought that it would excite you more to have a mother and a daughter together."

Saying this, she bent down to kiss his forehead and hug him when Sayoko inquired, "Should I translate all that?"

"No, just that I'm sorry," Mitsuko rolled her eyes.

Later, while Mitsuko did join in the bath as if nothing had happened, she did seem quite conservative and in with that, strangely elegant. After all, Mitsuko was a beautiful and curvaceous woman who held charm and elegance as a natural weapon and while she enjoyed the bath and head wash that Nik provided like usual, she didn't try doing anything else in the bath even when she had a few things planned after the 'dinner.'

'Well, he won't return for a few days so... I can slowly unravel this delicious treat, hehe~'

Unlike her daughter in her impulsive teen years, Mitsuko loved remaining optimistic as much as she could. At least, she abhorred feeling worse about herself for situations not under her control. To a beautiful woman, having herself under the table and between somebody's thighs would truly be a dream come true because of the many kinks involved but if Nik didn't like it, she wasn't going to try and push through and make him uncomfortable for no reason.

After all, the best way to enjoy such acts is when both the parties are truly engaging with each other through a shared kink and sensation.