NTR Crush : I Will Steal Every Girl - NTR Crush - V2 - Chapter 21

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“Kira!” Mrs. Fukumi let out a call before I had a chance to
respond to Kira’s strange offer.

I knew my mouth was caught open, and I was completely
stunned. I was staring at Kira as she casually stood up and walked to the door.

“Yes, mother?” She called back after opening it.

“Your brother said you’re up there with that boy. Both of you, come down here immediately!”

Her voice came out as somewhat displeased. Kira pushed the
folder into my hands, straightened her clothing, turned around, and then left
without another word. Was she really serious about this? Rather, did I have a
reason to refuse? In a small way, I needed this, right? I had 800 points to go,
and the first time was always the most profitable. Of course, I had been with
Mrs. Fukumi once before, but it wasn’t under these kinds of circumstances. She
didn’t even remember the night.

Well, having two women at once was always a fantasy, having
them be related was a dream. I needed to earn the points as well. I couldn’t
back down now that I was at this state. I didn’t feel any malice from Kira at
all. Instead, it felt like her anger was directed at her mother. I couldn’t
guess what any of this was about, but since this was the direction we were
headed, I decided to enjoy it.

I took one last breath and then followed after Kira, heading
down into her living room. Mrs. Fukumi was standing there with her arms crossed
and her foot tapping. She had made this same pose in school, particularly when
a student was acting out and she wanted her displeasure to be known.

“The pair of you, sit.” Mrs. Fukumi ordered.

Kira moved in a somewhat relaxed manner. I could only follow after her. Although I was certain what this was about, I didn’t know how much Mrs. Fukumi knew, nor what assumptions she had jumped to.

“Hakaru, according to my daughter, the pair of you have
begun to go out. Is this true?” Mrs. Fukumi asked.

I glanced over at Kira, but she was staring at her mother,
not showing a single sign of jumping in to help me. Apparently, this was my
show. Was this some kind of test she was giving me? Was she playing the game,
or was this something else?

“She is.” I finally nodded.

Mrs. Fukumi sighed, glancing at Kira. “You’re lucky that
your father doesn’t know about this. To act so disgraceful.”

“Disgraceful?” My words came out with just a tinge of disbelief.

I didn’t realize that my teacher could be so hypocritical. After
all, I had seen her act a dozen times more disgraceful.

Mrs. Fukumi pulled out a smartphone which looked a lot like
Kira’s and brought up the gallery. On it were images of Kira. She was in
various shameful poses. It was actually really erotic. I sort of wish she had
sent me these pictures. They were turning me on. I was also glad to see that I
didn’t run into any of the dick pictures that Deacon had commented on. Those
would certainly ruin my mood.

“Asking my daughter to take these kinds of images…” Mrs. Fukumi said, putting it away. “What kind of boyfriend do you think you are.”

I didn’t like being lectured even when I was at fault.
Considering that these images and Kira’s choices had nothing to do with me, this
made the way she was talking to me even more irritating. Although, part of it
could be that it was only a little while ago when I had fucked her myself while
she rolled around drunkenly. It was hard to look at my teacher with the same
respect now that I had seen her in such a compromising situation.

It was more than that though. She chose to lecture me on the
very same crimes that she herself had committed. Knowing how ridiculous she was
being, of course my expression was hardly repentant. That seemed to make Mrs.
Fukumi even angrier.

“Hey! Hakaru!” Mrs. Fukumi crossed her arms. “If you want to
see my daughter again, you’d do well to follow what I say.”

Having enough of her words, I crossed my arms and spoke in a
similar arrogant manner. “Actually, if you want your home life to survive, it’d
be better if you listened to my words.”

“What did you say?” Mrs. Fukumi blinked, clearly taken aback
by my sudden change in attitude.

As a student, I had always been respectful. Even when she
thought I was blackmailing her, it had always been from a direction of polite
discourse. This time, I was acting completely dominating.

“Don’t preach to me about being disgraceful. Aren’t you the woman who has been having an affair on your husband? Where is your sense of honor then?”

Mrs. Fukumi’s face flushed and she shot her daughter a look.
“You… naturally… your lies have no place in this home.”

I felt Kira next to me tense slightly as she heard her
mother tell a bold-face lie.

“Lie… huh…” I spoke simply.

“What happens between adults is no business of children. I’ve
been meaning to have this conversation with you for some time. I will tell you
that whatever you think is going on between your father and I, it’s just a result
of your overactive imagination.”

I could only give a tight grin. She was really going for
broke, huh? She intended to offer nothing but lies in retaliation. She was just
hoping that it was my word against hers at this point. That was right, she had
my dick picks. I could see her touching the cellphone. That was the leverage
she hoped to use over me. She had deliberately not shown them, but when things
go desperate, she would make me be quiet.

Perhaps, that was her goal from the beginning. She probably didn’t
care who Kira fucked at all. However, when Kira said it was me, she saw a way
of fending off my blackmail indefinitely. We could work out a simple deal. She’d
do her thing with my dad, and I’d do my thing with her daughter. Well, if that
was her angle, I was never going to let it reach that point. Rather, Mrs.
Fukumi had already lost the moment she had tried to tangle with me.

“Let’s be honest with each other hear, Sasori.” I dropped
her honorific and called her by her first name, flustering the woman for a
moment. “I’m not really dating your daughter in the slightest.”

“Wh-what?” Mrs. Fukumi blinked in confusion, her entire planned
narrative breaking apart in a single sentence.

“What you’ve found, they’re not photos your daughter has
sent me out of some sense of eroticism or arousal. Look at her face in the
images again. She clearly doesn’t want to be taking the photos. These are the
photos I’ve been using to blackmail your daughter into sex!”

My announcement even caught Kira’s attention, as she turned to
me, but she still kept her head down and her face expressionless. As for Sasori,
her mouth fell open in complete shock, her eyes going wide.

“You… you… blackmailed m-my daughter for sex?”

“She’s the student council president. Do you think she could keep going on as she did if I leaked such naughty pictures? After getting one, I just kept getting more and more, and now I have a stockpile of Kira smut. It’s enough to ruin your daughter’s life, and her reputation. So… if you care about your daughter, you won’t say anything about any of this. If you do, perhaps they’ll end up being pinned up all over the school.”

A mixture of emotions spread over Sasori’s face, but
eventually, it fell on anger. “You… I thought you were a good kid… but here you
are, destroying my daughter’s life. I won’t allow this! I will be going to the
police immediately.”

She pulled out her phone and started dialing the number. Kira
gave a hurt expression, and I could only grimace and shoot her a look of
sympathy. Her mother didn’t flinch at all. Her daughter’s livelihood should
have been enough to at least give her pause, but she was willing to risk Kira’s
school life being destroyed by me, just to bring me down as swiftly as possible.

“Perhaps, before you run to the police, you take a look in
the mirror,” I said casually, holding my phone out in front of me.

Just as Sasori went to dial the last number, her eyes rose
up and she saw the picture on my screen. This picture wasn’t of Kira at all.
Rather, it was a picture of Sasori. She was in a very lewd pose. In fact, I
picked this one because it very closely resembled one of the lewd images Kira
had been in from the previous set of images. She lowered the phone, her mouth
dropping open.

“Wh-where did you get this?”

“It seems like your mother has been a bit of a slut,” I said casually, showing the image to Kira.

Kira did her part, gasping and giving her mother a
disdainful glare. The effect hit her exactly how we wanted it.

“Mother… how could you…” Kira said. “But father…”

“Tsk…” I shook my head. “You thought you could just pretend
that your affair didn’t happen. Or… should I call it affairs? I never expected you
to actually participate in that inn’s nefarious activities. This isn’t even my
father in this image. There are others.”

I switched to one showing the pair embracing while I was in
the closet. Sasori’s expression went white. She may not have recalled the
night, but she recognized the room. I also put the idea in her head that this
had all been planned out from the beginning. It was better to make her think
that I was completely in charge and had her wrapped around my finger.

“What do you want?” Sasori demanded her head down in a
defeated direction. “To continue to have my daughter?”

The way she said that it was almost as if letting me rape
her daughter was completely fine. Most people who would cheat on their marriage
were a bit selfish, but it seemed like Sasori was especially selfish. Kira once
again hid an expression of hurt on her face.

“All I want from you is a promise,” I said.

“What?” She asked bitterly. “Top grades?”

“Of course… I want you to be my sex slave.”

Sasori’s eye flashed angrily. “How dare you…”

I leaned forward, causing her to back up with a sudden look
of fear and uncertainty. “Oh, come on, it’s not like we haven’t been together
before.”

I flipped the image on my smartphone screen, and this time
it was one with me and the teacher together. She let out a gasp.

“You…”

“That’s right, I’m the other guy you banged that night. Let’s
see… how would your husband take it? Your school? Banging students? Going to
group sex? Leaking erotic photos. Forget your daughter’s life, how will you survive?”

“I-I get it…” Sasori collapsed. “V-very well. Delete those
photos… of me… and Kira… and I’ll be your sex slave.”

“Delete? I need collateral! Well, I promise they’ll never
touch the light of day as long as you fulfill your part of the bargain.”

Sasori clenched her teeth and then nodded. “Very well.”

“A kiss then…” I puckered my lips. “Say it all with I
promise… and then kiss my lips.”

“I promise to be your sex slave,” Sasori said, then leaned
over and kissed my lips.

I grinned. “I’ll hold you to that. Now, your husband is away
and so is your son. Since that is the case, let’s have a little bit of fun.
Come on, girls, the night is young. Take off your clothes. I have so many games
we can play.

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