A Story of How I Went to Commit Suicide, but Ended Up at a Mysterious House and Got Pampered by a Motherly Beauty - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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The night enveloped the world, untouched by the sun’s rays, as the moonlight illuminated everything. Though moonlight held its own beauty, it paled in comparison to the sun’s radiance. Yet, Akihito Isshiki harbored no dislike for it.

Especially since arriving here, perhaps due to the proximity to the moon, its light was more than sufficient, allowing him to easily discern his surroundings. That moonlight filtered through the shoji screens, casting an eerie glow over the room where he and she resided.

Tatami mats lined the floor, and the purely traditional Japanese room exuded a comforting sense of calm. A single set of bedding was laid out there. Akihito had been staying in that room, but now, he was not alone. Another presence shared the space.

“Fufu. So adorable, so adorable. Fufufufu.”

Despite Akihito’s age and appearance, which could hardly be deemed cute, to her, he was little different from a baby. Bathed in moonlight, the woman radiated breathtaking beauty.

Her long, black hair flowed with gentle waves toward the ends, glistening as if wet, so lustrous that it seemed among the most beautiful in a world filled with countless women. In the dimly lit room under the moonlight, her red eyes gleamed brilliantly, captivatingly beautiful.

Her beauty was so chilling it almost inspired fear, and Akihito couldn’t help but feel drawn into those eyes. Her skin was almost sickly white, as if it had never seen the sun, flawless like snow without a single blemish. At first glance, it might seem unsettling, but on her, it only enhanced her mysterious allure.

Her curved lips were moist, and the red tongue that flicked out exuded an eroticism that sent a jolt through Akihito’s loins. She wore a kimono adorned with intricate patterns he had never seen before. It hung loosely, revealing a glimpse of her ample chest, the deep cleavage powerfully drawing Akihito’s gaze. This was especially true as he stood while she knelt before him, accentuating the view.

“Are you interested? Go ahead, go ahead. These are yours If you desire, you may do anything—squeeze, grasp, suck, lick, bite…whatever your heart desires.”

As she spoke, she lifted her full, heavy breasts, making them sway enticingly. Her words and sultry glance sent shivers of pleasure down Akihito’s spine. To be told such things by a woman of otherworldly beauty…

Even though I haven’t done anything, haven’t been touched, I feel like I might ejaculate right here and there.

“Shall I serve you first? Kufufu. You’re the only one who can make me say such things, you know?”

Akihito hadn’t uttered a word. Yet, she—Nanaho—must have understood by reading his eyes, his expression, and the prominent bulge straining against his clothing. With a rustle, she untied his obi, parting the simple kimono that paled in comparison to hers.

“Hoh!”

As if it could no longer be contained, his manhood sprang free. Once rendered nearly dysfunctional by stress and fatigue, it now stood rigid like that of a teenager newly awakened to desire, yet with the maturity of an adult’s form. The freed member landed atop Nanaho’s beautiful face.

A filthy thing on her gem-like face…

His rationality screamed to remove it and apologize, but his body refused to move. The perverse thrill of defiling something beautiful overwhelmed him with a twisted mental pleasure.

Sniff sniff. 

“Fufu, it smells, it smells. Such a stench. Kufufu, a masculine scent that shakes my very mind.”

Despite the indignity of having it rest on her face, Nanaho didn’t push it away. Instead, she nuzzled closer, her refined nose twitching as she greedily inhaled its scent.

Her deathly pale skin began to flush, and a seductive smile played on her lips. The relentless sniffing tickled Akihito, causing his member to twitch uncontrollably, slapping her beautiful face like a fish flopping on land. It was an act that could warrant death, yet she accepted it with a bewitching smile.

“Now, let this mother taste it. Aah…”

Nanaho opened her mouth wide. Her pristine white teeth framed a glistening red tongue that writhed invitingly. Teasingly displaying it, she then enveloped his manhood in her mouth.

“Kuh…!”

A pitiful sound escaped Akihito’s lips. The warm, slick sensation enveloped him. Pleasure surging instantly. Nanaho’s slender, beautiful hand stroked the shaft while she noisily sucked and licked the tip. Her sticky red tongue glided over the smooth head.

“It’s a bit salty. Sweat? Or something else? Either way, it’s not bad.”

She even shared her thoughts on the taste. Her bewitching smirk made Akihito feel as if his soul was being stolen.

“Njururururu…!”

She swallowed him deep into her throat, then pulled back with a sucking motion. It felt as if the semen deep within was being drawn out, his hips trembling involuntarily. Nanaho gazed up at his pathetic state with eyes full of affection.

“Uoh…!”

With a pop, her mouth released him. Saliva clung to her plump, glossy lips. The sight made his member twitch again, and she smiled seductively, as if everything was going according to her plan.

“Mmnh..Nfufu…”

Her red tongue flicked out, moving lewdly as if imbued with an aphrodisiac allure. Supporting his trembling member from below, she placed it on her red tongue. She meticulously licked the ridge, driving him to the brink of release.

“Go on, hold back, hold back. The longer you endure, the better it feels.”

Looking up at Akihito, who gritted his teeth against the pleasure, Nanaho smirked with a hint of sadistic delight. She reveled in his reactions.

I feel like a toy in her hands, which should be unpleasant, but with Nanaho, it strangely isn’t.

Her saliva-coated tongue licked the underside, only for her to swallow him whole again in one motion. Her cool, slender fingers gently kneaded the heavy sac below.

“Jupu, juru, ju, jupu!”

Shaking her beautiful face back and forth, Nanaho fervently worked to draw out his essence. Her vigorous movements caused her exquisite kimono to slip, revealing her full breasts and the thick patch of hair below. Far from shy, she thrust out her chest and spread her legs, intensifying her service. Her ample hips swayed, love juices dripping onto the bedding.

This unparalleled beauty is aroused by pleasuring me.

The realization filled Akihito with an explosive mix of joy and sadistic pleasure.

“Nbu! Nhn! Ju, juru!”

Her head moved more vigorously. The soft lips, writhing tongue, and warm sensation pushed his climax closer. He had held back desperately, but his limit was near. Nanaho, without needing words, understood.

Looking up at his strained expression, she grinned. Then, she intensified her oral ministrations. Swallowing him to the base, she pressed the bulbous head against her throat. Despite the discomfort, she devoured him eagerly.

Her tongue teased the tip, as if craving his release. Adjusting slightly, the shape of his member pressed visibly against her refined cheek. After savoring his reactions, she resumed sucking with loud, wet sounds. Unable to hold back any longer…

“Nnhh!?”

Spurt! He released his essence. Anyone would be shocked by such an unannounced eruption. Especially since it was Nanaho, Akihito paled, ready to apologize, but her composed smile never wavered.

She must have felt his twitching member in her mouth and known his limit was reached. Her poised demeanor was quintessentially her.

“Nku, nnh…”

Akihito scrambled to find something for her to spit into, but the well-crafted Japanese room offered nothing suitable. As he panicked, Nanaho swallowed, her throat bobbing as she drank down the cloudy liquid. Her pale cheeks flushed, her expression melting as if savoring fine wine. The erotic sight made his just-spent member twitch again.

“Ha… You could’ve warned me. I’d have caught it properly, but instead, I was caught by surprise.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

Licking the semen splattered on her cheek, she smiled seductively. Her words sounded like a reprimand, but her expression said otherwise.

“No matter, no matter. More importantly…”

With that, Nanaho reclined onto the bedding. Her beautifully patterned kimono fell open, revealing a sculpted, perfectly proportioned body. Her glossy black hair spread across the white bedding, captivating his gaze. Her full breasts, even lying down, retained their shape, jiggling softly. Her already slender waist appeared even more defined, and the slightly thick patch of hair below came into view. 

Her shapely, long legs slowly parted. This revealed her hidden slit, untouched by either of them, yet glistening eerily in the moonlight. With slender fingers, she parted it provocatively, gazing up at Akihito.

“Come forth. Mother is waiting. It’s a feast set before you. Eat.”

At those words, Akihito’s ability to think dissolved. Drawn to Nanaho’s beautiful, decadent temptation like a moth to a flame, he was pulled in helplessly.

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