At nearly 10 PM, Roland had already left the school and arrived at the school chairman's Sophia residence.

What about Kirisu Mayu and Hiratsuka Shizuka, still lying in the school infirmary?

Actually, Roland had sent them a message while he was in the Principal's Office, telling them not to wait for him after they woke up.

So now, both teachers were back in their apartments, discussing how they would share Roland in the future.

As for Sophia, she finally escaped the nightmare that had plagued her all afternoon and evening after returning home.

Roland had finally let her go from his arms. The two had separated from their fused state and walked into the house together, looking perfectly presentable to any normal person.

Of course, their polished appearance was just a facade. Beneath the surface, the mature Sophia body and womb were already saturated with Roland's "lethal substance."

These deadly semen clung to her clothes and skin, making every step she took feel sticky and reminding her constantly that her body was no longer pure and she isn't same as before.

But her impurity went far deeper than that. In truth, Roland hadn't been able to "let her go" at first. She had been gripping him so tightly that even when he pushed her with all his might, she refused to release him.

In the end, it took Mrs. Kawasaki's help and a tremendous effort from both of them to finally pry her off from his heavenly dick which gives her more pleasure from just sitting on it then her husband ever able to.

But before Roland could even catch his breath after pulling her off, Sophia, suddenly deprived of that hard not dick and writhing in agony, lunged at him like a zombie, her body trembling as she frantically shoved the hard dick back inside her pussy.

As they resumed their tight, intertwined embrace, the chairman's Sophia trembling finally subsided, her body relaxing into blissful stillness. She began to writhe against Roland, her movements uncontrollable as she pressed herself closer, seeking kisses.

Another hour passed. Her tender flesh melted like snow several more times, her womb repeatedly filled with hot thick semen. Only then did Sophia regain full consciousness.

What followed was overwhelming despair, pain, and regret. Not because their prolonged, violent thrusting had exhausted her, but because she realized Roland wasn't the one refusing to let her go—she was now incapable of living without that thing inside her.

Her body had truly been transformed into his toilet an onahole, and even her mind now craved the violent pleasure of his thrusts.

She was finished. Her life was utterly ruined...

Yet, she also felt reborn, as if a door to a new world had opened before her...

So even the school strict, conservative chairman didn't notice that as tears of anguish streamed down her face, a maniac smile stretched across her lips.

Her tears mourned the loss of her former purity, while her smile yearned for the carnal rebirth that awaited her.

Finally, under Roland's caresses, Sophia gradually managed to detach herself from his rigid member, but only after Roland had placed a Buzz Buzz inside her to ease the situation a little.

In other words, while the ever respected chairman maintained a polished exterior, she had, in reality, completely become Roland's plaything.

However, clinging to the last vestiges of dignity as school chairman, she refused to acknowledge her status as a plaything in front of her own student.

This stubbornness was commonly known as "saving face."

Despite being the Chairman, she had willingly allowed a student to insert the Buzz Buzz into her pussy and even relinquished control of the remote, never once considering taking it back from her student hands.

Under these circumstances, the chairman, with Roland holding the remote and thus "controlling her lifeblood," entered her home, about to face her daughter, who was as pure as snow in the things she went through the last few hours.

As someone's personal toilet.

"Mother! You're finally back... uh."

Hearing the door close, Anna immediately rushed from the living room. Before she could explain her father's condition, she was stunned to see her mother accompanied by another person.

Moreover, their hands were intertwined, their fingers locked together, suggesting a very intimate yet ambiguous relationship.

Anna's understanding of sexual matters was rudimentary, barely beyond the level of an kindergarten kid who only know about bad touch and good touch which her father taught when she was young except that she is no better than a new blackboard with not even a speck of dust on it.

Even if someone were to push her down and assault her right then and there, she probably wouldn't fully grasp what it meant to have someone penetrate her.

In her mind, sex was no different from shaking hands or hugging friends—just physical contact between bodies, the only difference being the location of the contact.

Would you blush with shame just from shaking someone's hand?

Oh, if you're socially anxious, maybe you would...

Anyway, Anna was completely isolated from the world of "sex." Even if her mother and Roland were having sex right in front of her, she wouldn't recognize it as such.

But!

Even if she didn't understand sex, she at least understood concepts related to female chastity.

If she had actually seen her mother and Roland having sex, she would have realized that her mother stripping naked and being in a man's arms was highly immoral and improper for her status and position.

Moreover, not understanding sex didn't mean she didn't understand romance. She had certainly heard of behaviors like kissing and holding hands, so she knew those were things only lovers did.

And right now, her mother was holding hands with Roland. Could it be that Roland was her mother's secret lover?

Her father was still lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance. How could her mother bring her secret lover home at a time like this?

Is this really the mother I respect so deeply?

No, it can't be. My mother would never do something like this. There must be another explanation that I don't know of.

"Mother, who is he?" Anna asked, her face contorted with displeasure as she glared at Roland.

"He's..." Sophia hesitated, realizing she hadn't prepared an explanation for Roland's presence.

Just as she hadn't figured out how to explain the "sex call" she'd made on the phone to her husband when he needs her most.

After all, she'd barely escaped her own control over Roland's "hard dick" moments ago—how could she have had time to think about these things?

Now, faced with her daughter's question, she froze momentarily.

How could she answer Anna's question, especially after Anna had seen them holding hands? If she didn't come up with a plausible excuse, her daughter would never accept it.

But how could she conjure a convincing lie on the spot, given the circumstances? Whenever she tries to concentrate to think of an explanation the vibration of buzz buzz from her pussy makes her forget everything else.

The buzzing in her body continued to erode her rationality like a termite. As a mother nearing her fifties more than fortues, who had barely experienced intimacy in decades, once her desire was ignited, it was impossible to extinguish.

Fortunately, just as Sophia was panicking, Roland stepped forward to save her ass.

"Hello, Senior Anna. I'm a student from the same school as you. After catching a glimpse of your profile on campus, I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, I mustered the courage to approach the Chairman and plead for a chance to meet you... for a matchmaking session." Roland fabricated the lie without batting an eyelid, delivering it with such conviction that both the Chairman and Anna were left dumbfounded.

In the past, Roland would have been too embarrassed to say such a thing. After all, it was incredibly shameful, and what if he was rejected? How awkward would that be?

But now, it didn't matter. With the Hypnosis Technique as his backup, he could afford to be reckless, shameless whatever he wants. Now he can change the future he doesn't like and make one where he is the king.

"Huh?" Anna visibly startled at his words, her cheeks flushing crimson.

After all, Roland's declaration was essentially a confession of love right in front of her mother.

This... this is even making me feel a little embarrassed!

Moreover, Roland was quite handsome, making it hard not to feel drawn to him. He is exotic just with his soft blonde hair alone. And his handsome face and chiseled body only makes him more attractive to her.

Under these layered factors, Anna actually believed him!

This guy is here for a matchmaking session, and mother somehow seems to approve. Otherwise, she wouldn't have brought him home.

No wonder mother was holding Roland's hand. It must be the same feeling she gets when holding mine—she's holding the hand of her chosen future son-in-law!

So that's it. Now everything makes sense.