With the soft skeleton knight t-shirt still crushed desperately against her face, Lady Akari slowly pulled out the recording crystal with her free hand.
The moment her fingers closed around the small glowing device, her expression changed completely.
Her deep, dark eyes widened with raw, starving hunger. Her breathing grew ragged, hot and uneven. She pressed a trembling hand over her left breast, right above her heart, and felt it hammering violently against her palm. The frantic pounding was so loud she could actually hear every single beat thundering in her ears.
In a low, broken murmur thick with desperate longing and barely contained madness, she whispered, "Elias… my beloved son… Even though Mommy loves you this much… why? Why do you keep rejecting me? I wanted to buy you clothes… I wanted to pick every single piece with my own hands and dress my precious boy myself… Why do you always push me away? And when I offered to cook breakfast for you with my own hands… why would you rather eat that bitch Seraphina's food instead?"
The instant the name "Seraphina" left her lips, her voice twisted into something ugly and venomous. Pure, seething hatred dripped from every syllable, her elegant features contorting for a brief second into something almost unhinged.
Lady Akari drew in a slow, shuddering breath, forcing the venomous hatred to drain from her face like poison being drawn from a wound. The elegant mask slipped back into place, but her fingers still trembled with barely contained madness.
She placed the glowing recording crystal on the low lacquered table with reverent care, then tapped it once.
The crystal ignited.
A perfect, crystal-clear projection bloomed in the center of the room — the exact moment from that morning when Elias had pressed his thick, glistening cock between Lady Seraphina's plush thighs. The two of them were locked in heated, desperate play: his shaft sliding back and forth through her soaked, puffy folds, her juices coating every throbbing inch as she rolled her hips in filthy, needy circles.
Lady Akari's dark eyes burned with starving hunger.
She rose to her feet like a goddess shedding her mortal veil. With exquisite, deliberate elegance she began to strip for her son — even though he wasn't here to watch.
Her long fingers found the obi sash. One graceful tug and the deep indigo robe parted like night itself, silk whispering down the elegant lines of her body until it pooled at her feet in a shimmering midnight puddle. The delicate under-kimono followed, sliding open inch by torturous inch, baring the heavy, overflowing swell of her enormous breasts, the narrow cinch of her waist, and the wide, fertile flare of her hips. The final layer of silk kissed her skin one last time before it fell away completely.
Lady Akari stood utterly naked in the soft glow of the projection.
Her long jet-black hair cascaded down her back like liquid obsidian. Her massive breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, stiff dark nipples aching and begging to be sucked. Below the soft curve of her belly, her pussy was a masterpiece of sinful contrast — the plump outer lips a rich, dusky brown, glistening with arousal, while the delicate inner petals peeked out like wet, pink silk, already swollen and dripping with desperate need.
She stepped closer to the projection, eyes locked on the moment Elias had spread Seraphina's thick thighs wide and pressed the swollen head of his cock right against that greedy entrance.
Lady Akari's breath hitched sharply. Her fingers hovered over the crystal, trembling with unbearable anticipation.
She tapped the crystal one final time.
The projection sprang fully to life.
Elias's thick, veined cock pushed forward, the swollen head parting Seraphina's puffy pink folds with a wet, obscene sound. Seraphina moaned like a whore in heat as her stepson sank inch after thick inch into her greedy cunt.
A broken whimper tore from Lady Akari's throat.
She sank gracefully to her knees on the soft tatami mat, legs spreading wide in perfect, elegant poise — until the position became anything but elegant. Her massive breasts swayed heavily as she leaned forward, one trembling hand sliding down her porcelain belly until her elegant fingers reached the glistening treasure between her thighs.
Her outer lips were a rich, dusky brown, swollen and shining. The moment her fingertips brushed them, they parted like obedient petals, revealing the slick, candy-pink inner walls already dripping with arousal.
"Elias… my sweet boy…" she whispered hoarsely, eyes glued to the projection.
Two slender fingers slid inside her with a wet *schlick*. Her inner walls clenched greedily around them, hot and silky. A third finger joined immediately, stretching herself open as she began to pump slowly — matching the rhythm of Elias's thrusts into Seraphina on the recording.
Her other hand rose to cup one heavy breast, thumb circling the stiff dark nipple before pinching hard.
"Ahh—!" The moan slipped out, low and needy.
She fucked herself faster, fingers plunging deep, curling against that sensitive spot inside her while her thumb rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit. Wet, filthy sounds filled the soundproof room — *schlick-schlick-schlick* — louder and more desperate with every thrust of her hand.
"Mommy loves you more than that bitch ever could…" she panted, voice cracking.
Her hips rocked shamelessly against her own fingers, thick juices running down her wrist and dripping onto the mat.
"Look at how wet Mommy gets just watching you… This pussy is yours, Elias… only yours…"
On the projection, Elias slammed balls-deep into Seraphina. The fourth wife screamed in ecstasy.
Lady Akari's eyes rolled back.
She added a fourth finger, stretching herself obscenely wide, imagining it was her son's thick cock splitting her open instead.
"F-Fuck… yes, baby… ruin Mommy's cunt like that…" she sobbed, tears of pure lust spilling down her flushed cheeks.
Her massive tits bounced wildly as she rode her own hand harder, the wet slapping sounds turning into a frantic, sloppy rhythm. Her back arched beautifully, head thrown back, long black hair cascading across the floor like spilled ink.
Juices squirted in tiny pulses around her plunging fingers with every brutal thrust of her hand.
She was no longer the elegant First Wife.
She was a desperate, dripping, yandere mess — masturbating herself senseless while watching her beloved stepson fuck the woman she hated most.
And she had never looked more beautiful.