It wasn’t until the following morning that the commotion in the room finally subsided.
From 10 PM, the previous night until 8 AM this morning—exactly ten hours.
They had gone completely mad. Ten hours...
Throughout those ten hours, they hadn’t stopped except for to changing positions and drinking water, otherwise they were relentlessly colliding with each other.
Yukio couldn’t believe the child she watched grow up from birth could dared to push back so forcefully against her. Did he have no respect for his elders?
But that wasn’t the most unbearable part. What truly defied her comprehension was how she had endured those ten hours. All she knew was that she had tasted an unprecedented sexual bliss, a tingling numbness that coursed through her entire body. Right now she couldn’t even control her pussy, it just moving on it’s own with Roland thrusts.
Completely lost in this intoxicating sensation, she had abandoned reason and thought, transforming into a wild beast driven solely by instinct.
When she finally snapped out of that unbelievable pleasure, she realized it was already 8 AM.
They hadn’t slept a wink all night, spending the entire time in sexual frenzy of passion.
Despite not having slept all night, Yukio felt remarkably invigorated, showing no signs of fatigue beyond some physical exhaustion.
Well, what else could explain it? A glance around the room revealed the answer.
At that moment, Yukio’s legs felt numb, her entire body limp and motionless against Roland’s.
Beside her, the blanket had long been kicked off the bed, and the sheets were soaked beyond saturation, as if they were lying on a sopping towel.
But beyond the dampness, the most striking feature was the white stains splattered across the sheets—stains she knew all too well.
Because her own belly was currently brimming with the same substance.
Or rather, it was precisely because her belly couldn’t hold any more that it had ended up everywhere...
This is so embarrassing.
Yukio surveyed the disheveled room. It wasn’t just the sheets—the sofa, coffee table, and even the bookshelf were all stained with their mixture of sexual fluids.
Just how many indecent positions did Roland force me into during that time when I lost consciousness and could only thrust back?
Wait, what’s that?
Yukio suddenly realized with horror that she might actually be able to find out exactly what Roland had done to her during her blackout. On a nearby table, a smartphone was fixed in place, its camera pointed directly at them, recording them in full 4K.
Please don’t tell me Roland recorded all the stupid things we did last night!
Little Roland, why would you do this...?
If he had simply lost control and couldn’t resist touching her and started fucking her with no mercy, she could have forgiven him. After all, after something like that happens, she can’t really blame Roland alone; it’s more like both of them were at fault.
But the fact that Roland had the presence of mind to pose her, even setting up the camera beforehand, meant he was completely conscious of everything they were doing. He had deliberately defiled his own mother-in-law while fully aware of his actions, and perhaps he had been planning this for a long time.
If that were true, then this transgression wasn’t an accident at all, but...
No, she couldn’t believe the little Roland she adored had committed a crime against her. It was her fault for seducing him. It was all her fault, not his!
It was clear Yukio now understood what Roland’s actions were called. But as long as she had consented, Roland hadn’t done anything wrong!
Yes, even after everything that had happened, Yukio was still protecting Roland in her heart.
She would rather bear the infamy of seducing her son-in-law than see Roland branded as a criminal.
Besides, could it even be considered protection? Could Roland’s violation of her be called a crime?
It was like disposing of one’s own toys—could that be considered a crime?
It was his natural right!
Moreover, she had willingly participated. When had she ever said she didn’t want it?
She had only been forced to pretend reluctance because Haruno refused to their union.
If you don’t believe her, just let Haruno nod once, and she would show you what it truly means to "take off like a rocket"!
But regardless, Haruno’s refusal remained a fact. After what had happened, Yukio couldn’t imagine facing her daughter.
After all, she was a mother. How could a mother betray her own daughter like that? She had down the worse thing a mother ever could do, making her own daughter wear a green hat.
So Yukio truly felt deeply sorry for Haruno.
"Roland... do you even realize what you’ve done?" Yukio murmured, collapsing weakly into his arms.
She was horrified to discover that after a night of struggling, the little guy still couldn’t fall asleep and his dick is still energetic inside her. This is terrifying! Is this even humanly possible?
"I know I did something I shouldn’t have," Roland said, holding Yukio tightly. "But I wanted you so badly. I can’t hide my feelings anymore."
No matter what anyone said, Yukio was now truly his woman, body and soul, completely his!
’Even if you hadn’t done this, Aunt Yukio would still be yours,’ Yukio thought, her heart aching. Little Roland is too greedy, and yet I can’t blame him.
She couldn’t even bring herself to be angry at him.
If she had to admit it, despite whether she could accept what had happened, there seemed to be a hint of joy in her heart...
"I want Aunt Yukio to truly be my wife, not just in name," Roland said, shaking his head.
"But Aunt Yukio is already your mother-in-law! How can you do this to Haruno?"
"When we kissed and intertwined, we already betrayed Haruno. What’s one more step?"
"How can you say that? What if Aunt Yukio really gets pregnant? Have you even considered that?"
"That’s easy. Haruno and I aren’t actually married. If Aunt Yukio gets pregnant, we’ll just get married then. I want you, Yukino Yukio to be my wife."