Mina’s bedroom door was wide open now, lewd sounds spilling out, raw and unfiltered: two women’s moans weaving together. One voice, young and high-pitched, rang sharp and giddy, cutting through the air with bursts of “Ah—ah, keep going, daddy” while the other, mature, richer, rolled low, restrained, like it was fighting to stay caged.

  John, six times deep, no breather in between, had been grinding that one single piston motion for over two hours straight, and it’d wrung him dry. Sweat beaded thick, breaths heaving heavy, he was exhausted, teetering, even tough the scene in front of him was a damn dream. Miko’s edge finally thawing, her warmth creeping back, and it sparked a flicker of relief in his chest. But the real clock ticked louder: Mina’s [Charm] still clung, and he’s still not sure if he could hit that ninth time, given that he's already so beat at the seventh.

  Miko noticed it too, and worry pinched her brow deeply. She’d never seen John this ragged and drained. Even those all-night tangles they’d had, he’d bounced back, buzzing with juice every new round. But now? Sweat streaked his face, lungs rasping. Looked like he's almost done, and couldn't keep going anymore.

  Mina, though, she didn’t care at all. She just kept riding his cock hard, relentless, oblivious to his fade. But still, she tossed out a fix for John so he could keep going, bright, simple in her haze: “Mom, daddy loves your taste and scent, so sit on his face and let him taste your pussy.”

  Miko’s face burned, crimson flooding fast. Her daughter’s blunt words hit like a sp, too much, too far, for what a daughter could say. But then her memory kicked back in again. John’s always obsessed with her ass and pussy. He’d always crouched behind her, kissing, sucking, lost between her butt cheeks. So she caved, and started peeling her pants down slowly. The second they dropped, John’s eyes snagged. Her white cotton panties had been soaked through, the whole crotch area glistening with her juice. His dirty talk finally cracked through, first time since he’d started the cure for Mina: “Guess you really missed me, Mrs. Hudson.” That line made Miko’s gut twisted, shame spiking sharper, but that “Mrs. Hudson” again, so long gone, jolted her alive, electric and wild. She muttered, soft and flustered, “Shut up, John,” then she aimed her pussy towards John’s mouth and plunked her ass square on his face.

  Stop talking and put that mouth to work for me, John, she thought, her pulse hammering. John didn’t miss a beat, his hands kneading her twin cheeks back there. And shoved his tongue right into her pussy. His mouth tched onto it, covering her whole crack, sucking as if he didn't want to miss one single drop from her pussy. His tongue then started pping from her clit all the way back to her asshole, hungry, thorough. Miko’s moans swelled, louder and raw. Oh John, keep licking my ass like that, the thought racing through her head, but out loud, she said: “Stop it, John. It's dirty there.”

  John didn’t stop at all, as he knew Miko too damn well. Instead, he went all in and picked up his pace of his licking. He hadn’t tried Miko’s backdoor yet, and he's itching to give it a go. That itch fueled him, propping up this seventh round. Miko, though, was dangling close, as John’s tongue nearly drove her to orgasm. Her body quaked twice but she tried to fight it. No, not now, not for me, she thought. Once she came, her head would fog, which would derail Mina’s cure. She tried to lift herself up from John's face, but John’s arms locked her waist iron-tight, pinning her down. Then he kept going using his tongue as hard as he could. Meanwhile, Mina braced his chest, feet pnted on the bed, smming her pussy onto his cock, tight, fierce, smacking his thighs with loud sp-sp sounds.

  “Keep going, Mom. Daddy's thirsty. He wants to drink your squirt,” she purred, relentless. John’s mouth drowned in Miko’s juice now, as it’s gushing fast, mixed with that scent, her scent, hooking him deep. He couldn’t hold it and sped up his tongue till Miko’s moan ripped high: “oh god—ah, move your head away, John. I'm coming.” But it happened too fast. Her climax hit, shaking wild, squirting like a fountain while John pped his mouth onto her entrance to take it all. John gulped it all down, so greedy, the rush tipping him over. Then he also came, all inside her daughter's pussy.

  Miko felt she couldn’t choke it down anymore. Her ache for John fred, unstoppable now. She flipped off him, lunging back, and wrapping him tight, body mashed against his, those big tits pushed against his chest, kissing him fierce. She didn't even care if she's sucking in her own squirt that's all over his mouth. John fought to match her, his love pouring back, even as his tongue still a bit numb and worn from his earlier licks.

  They drowned in each other, too wrapped up, too lost, to catch Mina’s slipping. This round drained her, as her strength leached fast, but crity crept in, and she sounded much more sane now. She rasped at them: “John, Mom. Help me.” Then she pitched forward, colpsing onto John’s chest, dead weight pinning him ft, trapping his spent frame. John and Miko barked at her to move, but there's nothing. She had clocked out, fast asleep now.

  “It’s a good sign. She’s calling me John now.” John panted, chest heaving. “She’s shaking [Charm] loose, and getting her senses back. She's been wired like this for days, too hyped. Starting to rest means she’s getting back her control over her body.” But Miko didn’t brighten much, as her eyes flicked to the clock.

  “But we’re running out of time, John. There's only thirty minutes left.” John’s brain churned. In his current condition, he needed at least five minutes to get hard again, even with Miko’s help. But every second was gold, so that bottle of Vigogen2 was his only shot to finish the cure in time. No time to consider the side effects now.

  “Miko, quick, I’m stuck under her,” he snapped. “Grab the Vigogen2 from my pocket, and give me one. The sixth time, I’d have popped it if you hadn’t jumped in. After I swallow, blow me!” Miko froze, her eyes blinking, confusion narrowing her gaze.

  “Give me the pill, and suck my cock, Mrs. Hudson,” he pressed.

  That “Mrs. Hudson” snapping her awake again, clicking it into pce. She fished the bottle, and popped a pill in his mouth. Then without any dey, she dove down, lips closing over his cock, sucking hard, slurp-slurp. A weird, heady mix of her daughter's pussy juice and his cum flooding her senses, making her cheeks bzing red. The pill or the blowjob—didn’t matter—John felt it hit, and he's hard again.

  With less than thirty minutes ticking, Miko shed her usual shy skin, and her eyes stayed sharp on John. “Is there a time rule for each go? Like, gotta st a few minutes before you finish, anything like that?” John shook his head. “Not in my knowledge. Just need a few thrusts, and then finish inside. Don't need to do it unprotected. That's why I grabbed those condoms.” Miko’s lips quirked, and a sly grin broke through. “Then I’ve got a speed-up trick for you,” she said. Without any hesitation, she just left Mina’s limp weight sprawled across John. Then she gripped his penis steadily, lined it with her pussy, and sank down hard. That first plunge hit like a memory bomb, familiar, electric.

  Fuck, I miss his cock, she thought, then she let loose entirely, no holding back, moaning loud and raw: “Ah, give it to me, John. Give it to me!” John felt it too. She was still Miko, his Miko. A deep, sweet satisfaction flooded him.

  “Do you like Mrs. Hudson's pussy, John?” she teased, her old bashfulness completely torched.

  Before John could even say something dirty in return, she pressed on, “Oh, Mrs. Hudson’s hubby’s gonna be so pissed up there, watching you fuck his wife so good.”

  Damn, didn't see this coming, but I fucking love it. Sorry, Mr. Hudson, this is just a bedroom game and you are dead anyway. So don't come see me in my dreams, okay? John actually felt a little bad for Mr. Hudson, as he was a decent guy, according to Miko.

  But today’s Miko was unhinged, a live wire. John felt he couldn’t st long, not when Mrs. Hudson had a dirty mouth that's unreal. His edges frayed fast, and she felt it, his shift. She popped off, quick, and guided his cock back into her daughter's pussy. John looped Mina’s waist, thrusting up hard. With dozens of snaps, he came again inside Mina.

  Miko’s eyes locked on where John and Mina met, hours of grinding leaving it slick, milky-white, a messy sheen. A pang hit her, loss, jealousy, she wanted him to fuck her and come inside her too.

  But after this time, John felt something different kicking inside him, clear and loud. The Vigogen2 kicked in full throttle, flooding him like a shot of fire. That bone-tired drag was gone entirely, repced by a fresh, pumping strength, veins humming alive. He even had the power to shift Mina’s position, who's still slumped over him. He lifted her off, and cradled her weight easily. He felt this strong desire bzing in his chest, so he set Mina on her knees, ass up on the bed. Then he nudged Miko, and stacked her on Mina’s back, with their bodies piled tight. Miko caught his drift, and reacted fast. She’d been craving him to do the fucking, so she hiked her ass high, baring her pussy wide open for him.

  “Here I come, Mrs. Hudson,” he growled, then jammed his cock in, smming her pussy hard with every thrust, squelch-squelch. “Ah—yes, just like that. Own Mrs. Hudson’s pussy, John!” Miko shot back, voice trembling. His hands cmped her fat butt cheeks, heavy and firm, anchoring her for every brutal thrust. Miko felt her sanity fray. She was pressed flush to Mina, breathing her daughter’s hair’s faint scent, while her core took John’s pounding. Every hit felt so familiar, so twisted, so deliriously good. “Harder, harder!” she cried, loud, unhinged. John hammered dozens more, and then he pulled out, leaving Miko wistful, wanting more. But knowing that he’s gonna come and finish the ninth inside her daughter, she felt relieved too. Mina will be safe now.

  What she didn’t see coming was that John actually started rubbing his tip against her asshole, smearing it with her juice for a quick slick, then rammed in, deep, sudden. Too fast, as Miko reeled, brain scrambling, while John, like he’s reborn, grinned down: “gotta pop the cherry for your backdoor, Mrs. Hudson.” She cwed for his hand. “Ouch—ah, slow down, John!”

  But he didn’t, he couldn’t. The itch in his chest burned deeper, fiercer. The kick of Vigogen2, plus that tight grip hugged him made him almost mindless. He felt his power surging, and he snatched her wrists, shoving in and out rapid-fire, each thrust crashing his hip into her fat juicy ass. And her ass bounced him back, fueling the next. She started to enjoy this, her pussy literally flooding now from his ass fucking. But her senses kicked in too. I can’t enjoy myself yet. We need to cure Mina first.

  “John, switch to Mina!” she gasped. He didn’t answer, just kept going.

  “John, pull out from my ass, and shoot your load in Mina’s pussy!” she pressed again, voice urgent. Finally, he yanked out, and stuck his cock into Mina’s pussy. With a few quick thrusts, he finished inside her again.

  In that split second, Miko immediately felt it. Mina beneath her, the fevered heat leaching away, breaths evening out slow and steady. This time, her sleep was different, finally peaceful and still. Miko slowly slid off her back, and settled Mina ft gently. She then tucked the bnket snug around her, a quiet finish.

  Mina was cured, finally. John and Miko slipped out of her room together, nding in the living room, side by side on the couch now, wordless. John rested his head on Miko’s shoulder, and breathed in that familiar, comforting scent of hers. Maybe it was the Vigogen2 still pumping, maybe it was Miko. John still felt alive, that bone-deep exhaustion long gone, and he felt he could go for another round or two. He gnced at Miko, her face still flushed, a hint of unmet hunger in her eyes, and a grin tugged his lips. That old, familiar drawl rolled out: “Another round, Mrs. Hudson, shall we?”

  Miko blinked, startled, then a shy ugh broke free, soft and warm. He’s still that John, my John, after all.

  “Let’s go to my room, John. We’ve got all night ahead of us. But remember? You just fucked my daughter nine times.” John’s confused at her words, not sure where this was going.

  “I got some for myself the st two rounds, so I’ll count it as seven, seven times you did it with Mina. So you owe me seven times, and you are not leaving before you finish seven times inside me.”

  I’m gonna die here today. John’s jaw dropped at the number.

  Noticing John’s panic, Miko broke into another ugh. “Just pick up where you left off,” she said, as she pulled her butt cheeks apart to make her asshole wide open.

  “Mrs. Hudson’s ass needs more stretching from your cock.”

  I'm definitely gonna die here today…

  John didn’t drag himself awake till te the next afternoon. His back was screaming like it’d snapped. His body was limp, face pale as a ghost, legs wobbling so bad he braced the wall to stand, barely. Yesterday, after curing Mina, he’d popped two more Vigogen2, to push through Miko’s seven-round quota, leaving him wrecked. Before he’d stumbled out, Miko had also id down the new w for him. Every week, he must spend one night at her pce, no excuses. Mina knew he was her boyfriend now, so there was nothing left to dodge.

  But he also got some bonus finding: Vigogen2 didn’t just patch him up for sex. It juiced him in a short term, making him stronger than before. Now it’s time to face Seo-young, as his undercover life was knocking.

  But before their meeting, he sent a quick text to Liam.

  “Hey, Liam. Do some experiments for me please. Get Fucker A, B and C to take the new pills, and don’t let them fuck each other. Put them on treadmills and keep them running. See how fast they can go, and how long they can st. Send me the result when you get it.”