As night fell, the atmosphere of ambiguity grew stronger.

Inside and outside the door, the three of them were doing their own thing.

"Red Leaf...you're so beautiful..." Yuzuru's faint voice, seemingly possessing a bewitching magic, drifted from the room: "Can we do it again?"

"Husband... I can't... go on..." Hongye's voice was choked with sobs, a cry of near exhaustion after extreme pleasure, yet it couldn't hide her anticipation for the next time.

"You can do it..." Hanyu Nan's soft laughter drifted over, "See, you clearly still really want it..."

Suzuki Tomoko's fingers had silently slipped down to her lower body without her noticing, and she was ashamed to find that just listening to these sounds excited her more than ever before.

The excitement surged like a tide, wave after wave crashing against her rational defenses.

What am I doing...?

The beautiful woman trembled with shame, her reason struggling desperately to pull her back from this absurd situation.

But as Yuzuru's deep breathing penetrated the door, the hand seemed to have its own will and continued to reach downwards.

"Ah! Husband... no... it will... it will break..."

The girl's cries were tinged with obvious pleasure. Tomoko could imagine how Yuu Nanasu, with both strength and gentleness, led that usually proud aristocratic girl to break through the shackles of desire time and time again, climbing to the peak of pleasure.

This realization made her unconsciously speed up her finger movements.

"Red Leaf...call my name..."

Yuzuru's voice carried a commanding tone.

"Nan...Lord Nan...Ah!"

Tomoko Suzuki bit her wrist hard to stifle a sound, her body trembling violently as she imagined herself in that room, being treated like this by the boy...

Thirty years of business empire rule and twenty years of empty marriage have now turned into absurd jealousy that burns through my very being.

She was jealous that Hongye could so brazenly call him "husband," and jealous that her daughters could openly snuggle in his arms, enjoying his tenderness and love.

When the sound came from inside the room again, Tomoko Suzuki finally bit down on the cuff of her nightgown and let out a muffled groan, the expensive silk instantly soaked with saliva.

“Shiro…” She vaguely remembered her nominal husband, the man who didn’t dare to look her in the eye even at the board meeting.

Her marriage to Shiro Suzuki was, from the very beginning, nothing more than a cold, business-like arrangement.

She was the only heir of the Suzuki family in this generation, and she took in Suzuki Shiro as her son-in-law for the sake of the family's inheritance and continuation.

In Japan, most women take their husband's surname after marriage.

But she was different. She had her own pride and principles, and she wanted her husband to take her surname.

Tomoko Suzuki's nails dug deep into the soft flesh of her thighs, yet she couldn't suppress the surging urge in her lower body. This was true strength—capable of making a proud noblewoman cry out for mercy, capable of making the heir of the Suzuki family utterly devoted...

This forbidden thought brought her to her peak in an instant.

Tomoko Suzuki leaned against the wall, her legs weak and her heart pounding.

Inside the room, Hongye's screams suddenly rose in pitch before subsiding, leaving only rapid breathing.

Suzuki Tomoko then snapped out of her daze, hurriedly straightening her nightgown, her heart still pounding wildly.

She couldn't believe what she had just done... listening to her son-in-law talking to another woman... and then...

But what shocked her even more was that she discovered she was actually jealous of the eldest daughter of the Ooka family.

If it were her... if she were under Yuzuru...

Tomoko shook her head, trying to shake off the absurd idea.

She is the head of the Suzuki Group, the mother of Sonoko and Ayako, and the mother-in-law of Hanyu Kusunoki... She can't... She can't have such thoughts...

But the lingering heat within her kept reminding her that she truly longed for that boy, for his strength, his dominance...

“Shiro…” Tomoko murmured her husband’s name, but found that she felt no guilt, only a growing longing for a certain boy.

After a brief silence, the sounds in the room resumed their symphony.

The soundproofing of the villa was actually not very good.

However, this person had absolutely no intention of changing their ways.

Outside the door, Tomoko Suzuki had collapsed to the ground at some point.

The water glass that was originally in my hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and the gushing water wet the floor in front of the door.

.........

Eri Kisaki was awakened by thirst.

She had drunk quite a bit at the celebration banquet, and now her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. She opened her eyes groggily and looked at the clock on the bedside table by the moonlight—2:17 a.m.

"water......"

She propped herself up, and the silk sheet slipped off her shoulders.

The evening gown she had taken off before bed was neatly hung on the hanger. At this moment, she was only wearing a thin silk nightgown. The straps of the nightgown had slipped down a bit, revealing her fair shoulders, which looked particularly cool and aloof in the moonlight.

Eri Kisaki tiptoed out of bed, careful not to wake the resting people. She rubbed her temples; the slight headache from the hangover hadn't completely subsided.

The lawyer froze the moment he opened the door.

In the dimly lit corridor, a familiar figure was kneeling in front of the door of the opposite room with his back to her. The person was wearing a dark purple nightgown, his short hair was messily stuck to the back of his snow-white neck, and his shoulders trembled slightly with a certain rhythm.

"Suzuki...Tomoko?"

Eri's pupils constricted; she immediately recognized the head of the Suzuki Group. But what shocked her even more was Tomoko's current demeanor—this usually elegant and powerful business empress was now loitering at someone's door like a voyeur, and...

The lawyer's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She held her breath, peering through the crack in the door at the familiar figure in the hallway—Tomoko Suzuki was sitting on the floor with her back to her, in an extremely undignified posture.

"What...is this...doing..."

Eri Kisaki's mind went blank.

Her keen observation as a lawyer immediately made her realize the situation: Suzuki Tomoko was eavesdropping on Hanyu Kusunoki and Momiji's conversation... and judging from her slightly trembling shoulders and her toes that were occasionally curling up, it was clearly more than just eavesdropping.