Colored Hentai Story 1

Chapter 1: The Empress’s Forbidden Invitation

I’m Rito Yuuki, 18, an ordinary student at Sainan High, 170 cm, scrawny, messy brown hair, plain as a utility pole. Since Lala Satalin Deviluke crashed into my life, my world’s a pink mess. Her mother, Sephie Michaela Deviluke, empress of the Deviluke galaxy, 40 but looking 20, has H-cup breasts, round hips, jade-like skin, and flowing purple hair, radiating mature allure. Visiting Earth for her daughters, she wears sheer imperial gowns, cleavage swallowing my sanity, pubic hair faintly visible, making me blush like a furnace.

One day, Sephie attended a parent-teacher meeting, wearing a tight qipao, breasts nearly bursting. She “accidentally” bumped into me, her chest pressing like marshmallows, smiling, “Rito-kun, Lala says you’re reliable. Chat with me?” Stammering like a broken recorder, I followed her to an empty classroom. She sat on the desk, skirt riding up, revealing lace panties, her wet pussy musky, saying, “Rito-kun, how’s this old lady?” Brain blank, she stripped, standing naked, breasts quivering, hairy pussy a black jungle. “Rito-kun, help me relax, for Lala.” Mind fried, I licked her nipples, sucked her pussy, hot as a hot spring. She moaned, “Rito… so good…” I dropped my pants, cock throbbing, plunging into her molten pussy. I thrust for half an hour, cumming inside, her squirting climax flooding the floor, classroom like a swamp. She smirked, “Rito-kun, not bad for a virgin.” Ashamed, I wanted to dig a hole, yet stayed hard, guilt and pleasure wrestling.

Chapter 2: A Lewd and Absurd Routine

Sephie haunted my house, claiming to “monitor Lala’s Earth life,” really to seduce me. At breakfast, in a sheer nightgown, nipples peeking, she bent for food, breasts flattening on the table. Lala laughed, “Rito, nosebleed alert!” Mortified, I wanted to vanish; Sephie dropped her chopsticks, “Rito-kun, pick it up?” Bending, she pulled me into the kitchen, dropped her panties, “Quick, don’t let Lala hear.” I fucked her ass, tight as a vice, her biting a rag to muffle moans, juices dripping, making me slip and crash, butt aching. She laughed, gasping, “Rito-kun, that fall’s too cute!” Embarrassed and pissed, I fucked her again, cumming in her ass, juices and semen swirling.

School wasn’t safe. As a “guest lecturer,” Sephie wore a miniskirt, dropping chalk, flashing her pussy, boys stunned, my desk lifting from my erection. After class, she dragged me to the storage room, using her breasts for a titjob, armpit hair brushing me, making me cum on her face. She licked it clean, “Rito-kun, your cum beats galactic desserts.” I wanted to jump out a window, but she rode me, using a vibrator on her clit, fucking me to three climaxes, the room a puddle. Momo, Lala’s sister, caught us, laughing, “Rito, upgraded to Mom’s toy?” I blushed like a roasted yam; Sephie giggled.

I protested, “Sephie-san, this is wrong; you’re Lala’s mom.” She laughed, “Rito-kun, the galaxy doesn’t care about Earth rules. Just enjoy.” But her eyes held loneliness, hinting at hidden pain.

Chapter 3: Inner Struggles

Sephie’s body was a drug; I got hard just seeing her, but guilt gnawed. I loved Lala, but Sephie’s breasts and moans blanked my mind. At a hot spring trip with Lala’s family, Sephie “slipped” in the mixed bath, naked against me, “Rito-kun, massage me?” She rubbed her breasts on my back, then let me fuck her pussy, hot spring water mixing with juices, her screams, “Rito… fuck me to death…” I came inside, the floor a flood. Lala walked in, laughing, “Rito, having fun with Mom?” I wanted to sink; Sephie teased, “Lala, I’m borrowing your boy.” Guilt and pleasure tore me apart.

I learned Sephie’s marriage on Deviluke was loveless, her emperor husband neglecting her, Earth her escape. I asked, “Sephie-san, are you happy?” She paused, then stripped, “Rito-kun, don’t ask dumb questions. Fuck me!” She whipped her ass, had me shock her clit with a wand, juices spraying like a fire hose. I came on her face, her smile masking tears. I saw she was escaping emptiness, like me.

I confessed to Lala, “I’m sorry, I slept with your mom.” She laughed, “Rito, the galaxy’s chill about this. Be happy!” Her openness deepened my guilt; I vowed to stop, but Sephie’s body was a curse.

Chapter 4: Reality’s Absurdity

I focused on Lala, dating at night markets, eating takoyaki. But during sex, Sephie’s breasts haunted me, making me cum in three minutes. Lala laughed, “Rito, got ‘Mommy syndrome’?” Mortified, I wanted to dive into the sea, but her humor saved me. We tried silly toys—fuzzy cuffs that broke, sending us laughing to buy scissors, the clerk eyeing us like perverts.

Sephie persisted, crashing a school parent meeting, stripping to sheer lingerie, “Rito-kun, check my body?” Boys nosebled; Lala laughed, “Mom, stealing my fiancé?” I dragged Sephie to the infirmary, where she forced me to fuck her, whipping her ass, vibrating her pussy, juices like a storm. I came on her, her saying, “Rito-kun, you can’t escape my body.” Heart aching, I said, “Sephie-san, we’re done.” She paused, leaving.

Chapter 5: Breaking Free

Lala and I moved to Chiba, escaping Sephie. I opened a flower shop, Lala designing alien plants. Our sex was gentle, funny—I tickled her with a feather wand, her laughing, “Rito, you’re worse than Mom!” Our climaxes, cum and juices mingling, were love, not taboo. But Sephie’s shadow lingered; I dreamed of her breasts, waking hard, ashamed. Lala hugged me, “Rito, I don’t care about you and Mom.” Her forgiveness moved me, deepening my guilt.

Sephie appeared, offering a “farewell performance” with a box of “imperial sex toys”—vibrators, clamps. “Rito-kun, one last time.” I smashed the toys, “Sephie-san, enough!” She cried, “Rito, I just wanted to be needed.” Seeing her vulnerability, I comforted her, “You have Lala, Nana, Momo. You’re not alone.” She nodded, vowing to face her marriage on Deviluke.

Chapter 6: Reality’s Blend

Lala and I burned Sephie’s “keepsake” necklace, cutting ties. Sephie sent “Deviluke roses,” smirking, “A goodbye gift?” I tossed them; she ran off laughing, us doubled over. We focused on each other. 

We couldn’t fully ditch Sephie but balanced. She visited Earth for small “fun parties” with me and Lala, using silly props like inflatable bananas. Lala laughed, “Rito, you and Mom are a team!” Nana and Momo caught us, giggling, “Rito, your harem’s wild!” Upstairs in the flower shop, we did “light NTR,” Sephie tickling Lala with feathers, me fucking Sephie’s pussy, all laughing. Our love found quirky happiness in absurdity and warmth.