I turned my attention to Akane's hand, where the injury was still fresh—her fingers swollen and bruised from whatever she had endured.
The thought of using my healing ability crossed my mind, but the idea of healing her by spitting on her arm, or worse, applying my own bodily fluids like semen or urine, felt grotesque and disrespectful. It wasn't just about the act itself; it was about the boundaries of decency and the line between necessity and degradation.
Desperate for a solution, I swiftly pulled up the SUDIX STORE on my interface, scrolling through the endless list of abilities and enhancements. My eyes locked onto a new entry: "Healing Touch".
The description promised the ability to heal any injury simply by touching the affected area with any part of my body, accompanied by a soft, radiant white light. It was perfect—no need for invasive or humiliating methods, just pure, clean healing.
The price tag was astronomical: $8 billion. But money had long since ceased to be a concern for me. What was a few billion when the well-being of someone I cared about was at stake? Without hesitation, I initiated the purchase. The transaction processed almost instantly, and the ability was instantly infused into my system.
I double-checked my profile, verifying that "Healing Touch" had been successfully added to my list of active abilities.
PROFILE
Name: Jack
Age: 25/∞ (Additional life can be purchased from the SUDIX Store for $1 million per year)
Height: 6'2"
Attributes:
Stamina: 330 - Determines how quickly the host fatigues.
Endurance: 330 - Determines how long the host can last before reaching climax.
Charm: 210 - Determines the host's physical attractiveness.
Abilities: Fiery Eyes, Conception Control, Lust Demon, The Healer, Mutant Healing Factor, Absolute Mind Hypnosis, Cum Monster, Scent Of Lust, Hand Of Arousal, Endurance God, Invisibility, Telepathy, Telekenesis, Teleportation, Body Manipulation, Possession, Shape-Shifting, Blood Drain, Necromancy, Night Vision, Vampirism, Flight, Sun Resistance, Immortality. Healing Touch.
Women: Julie (100/100), Karen/Barbara (100/100), Violet Paige (100/100), Jessica (100/100), Margaret (100/100), Stella (100/100), Elizabeth (100/100), Isabella (100/100), Lisa (100/100), Mary (100/100), Olivia (100/100), Sofia (100/100), Marina (100/100), Carolina (100/100), Jennifer (100/100), Angela (100/100), Hannah (100/100), Haruna (100/100), Emily (100/100), Ava (100/100), Jasmine (100/100), Suzy (100/100), Nancy (100/100), Freya (100/100), Natalya (100/100), Claire Starling (100/100), Yelena Chekhov (100/100), Gabriela Finn (100/100), Sarah Gomez (100/100), Lorena (100/100), Samantha (100/100),
Total Women: 31
My attention locked onto Akane, her masked face revealing only the intensity of her gaze. The air between us carried her scent—a mix of something wild and intoxicating, like rain on hot pavement.
It took every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to close the distance, to pull her into my arms and claim her right there. But I knew that wasn't the answer. Not now.
Instead, I stepped closer, my focus narrowing to the bandage wrapped around her arm. I lifted her injured limb gently, feeling the faint resistance in her muscles as she hesitated.
My voice cut through the tension, firm but not unkind, "Let me take a look. You have to be serious—any kind of injury or scratch could be infectious. I can't risk that."
Akane stiffened for a second, her body language screaming caution, but she stopped protesting. I carefully unwrapped the bandage, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric until the wound was exposed.
Beneath it lay a bullet grazing mark—a thin, angry red line marring her otherwise flawless skin. My breath hitched. It could have been so much worse.
I held her arm steady, my palm cupping the wound as I met her gaze. "You are so careless," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring, "I need to heal this properly. Trust me."
She exhaled sharply, her body relaxing fractionally as I placed my hand over the injury. The moment my skin touched hers, a jolt of energy passed between us, and Akane gasped, her eyes widening behind the mask. A shiver ran through her, but she didn't pull away.
I activated Healing Touch, and the world around us seemed to pause. A soft, ethereal white light began to glow from my palm, pulsating like a heartbeat.
The light spread outward, wrapping around the wound like a cocoon, and Akane's breath hitched as the sensation washed over her. Her skin tingled beneath my touch, warmth radiating from the light as it seeped into the injury. The bullet graze began to knit itself together, the edges of the wound slowly but surely closing in on themselves.
At first, it was subtle—a faint glow, a warmth that spread from the point of contact. Then, the light intensified, shining brighter as the cells beneath her skin regenerated.
The redness faded, the edges of the wound smoothing out until it was as if it had never existed. Not even a scar remained, just smooth, unblemished skin.
Akane's shock was written all over her face. "What...? How is this possible?" she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief. She stared at her arm, her fingers hovering over the spot where the wound had been, as if afraid it would reappear. "This isn't normal. This isn't—this isn't science!"
Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, wide with awe and confusion. "Did you just...? Did you just heal me?" she asked, her voice rising slightly with each word. "No, no, no—that's not possible. There's no way a wound like that could just disappear like that. It's not natural!"
She shook her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "This has to be some kind of trick. There's no way you just healed me like that. It's impossible!"
I slowly pulled my hand away from Akane's arm, letting my shoulders slump just enough to sell the act. My breathing hitched, my movements deliberately sluggish, as if the effort of healing had drained me. My expression was carefully neutral, but my body language screamed exhaustion.
Akane's eyes snapped to me, her concern immediate. She reached out, her hand hovering near my arm as if unsure whether to touch me. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Her fingers twitched, as if the act of reaching for me was a reflex she couldn't control.
I nodded weakly, forcing a small, reassuring smile. "Hmm... Don't worry. I'm fine," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
I saw the guilt flicker in her eyes as she watched me. She bit her lip, her gaze darting between her healed arm and me, as if the sight of my feigned weakness made her feel responsible.
"It's really nothing," I lied smoothly, my tone light but firm. "After I use this ability, I always feel weak for a bit. But it passes after some rest."
Akane's expression softened, the rigid tension in her shoulders melting away as she absorbed my words. But her eyes still carried a shadow of guilt, as if she blamed herself for my condition.
She hesitated, then stepped closer, her fingers brushing against my cheek to wipe away the sweat that had beaded there. The touch was unexpected—gentle, almost intimate—and for a moment, the world seemed to still.
Her voice dropped to a hushed, urgent whisper, "You can't tell anyone about your abilities, Jack. Not a soul. If the wrong people find out, you—and everyone you care about—will be in danger."
I met her gaze, my own voice steady despite the act I was putting on. "I know. And don't worry... I'm not as weak as I look."
Akane's fingers lingered near my face for a second longer than necessary before she pulled back. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying me as if trying to peel back the layers of my deception. "Have you told Yuko or Haruna?" she asked, her tone sharp with suspicion.
I shook my head. "No. They don't know."
She exhaled, her shoulders slumping just a little, as if the weight of the secret was hers to bear too. Then, hesitantly, she asked, "Do you want me to take you back?"
I waved off her concern with a faint smile. "I'm fine. You should go rest. And don't worry about Yuko and her family—I'll make sure nothing happens to them."
Akane's lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze flickering between my face and her now-healed arm. Finally, she nodded. "Take care of yourself." With a swirl of her cloak, she vanished into the night, her presence dissolving like smoke.
But I could still sense her—hidden, watching. A silent guardian in the shadows.
I let my body sway, my knees buckling dramatically as I collapsed to the ground with a weary sigh. "I really need to be more careful with this ability... It's taking more out of me than I thought."
Through Telepathy, I caught the tail end of Akane's thoughts, sharp and analytical:
[He's lying. There's no way an ability that powerful doesn't have consequences. Look at him—he can barely stand. But why? Why protect me like this? Is it just because of Yuko? Or... does he actually care?]
A pause, then a flicker of something softer:
[But if he can heal like that... then Hitomi might still—]
She cut herself off, but the hope in her voice was unmistakable.
I waited until her presence faded completely before activating Invisibility. I moved slowly, deliberately, avoiding any use of Telekinesis or Flight. Akane was too perceptive—I couldn't risk her sensing me, even unseen.
Only when I was certain she was gone did I allow myself to relax, teleporting back to the villa in a blink. The room was quiet, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. Yuko hadn't returned yet.
I lay down on the bed, my body sinking into the mattress as I closed my eyes, feigning sleep.
Time passed in silence, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves outside. Then, the soft creak of the door opening. Yuko's presence filled the room, her footsteps light as she approached. I kept my breathing steady, my eyes shut, as I felt her gaze on me.
For a long moment, she simply stood there, watching. Then, she leaned down, her lips brushing my forehead in a fleeting, tender kiss. "You idiot," she murmured, so quietly I almost missed it. "Always pushing yourself too hard."
She pulled away, her footsteps retreating as she moved to lie down beside Kasumi.
Morning light spilled through the windows, painting the room in gold. I woke slowly, stretching before sitting up. The villa was quiet, but the scent of breakfast lingered in the air. After a quick shower, I dressed and stepped into the living area.
Kasumi sat on the couch, her kimono—a deep indigo with delicate cherry blossom embroidery—contrasting with her tired expression. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she'd been crying or hadn't slept well.
She looked up as I entered, her face brightening with a warm smile. "Jack... Did you sleep well?"
I returned her smile, nodding. "Yeah, Oka-san. Better than I expected."
I glanced around, noting the absence of the others. "Where's everyone?"
Kasumi sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Yuko, Haruna, and Tomiko went to reserve a spot for the cherry blossom picnic," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "You know how it is—if you don't book early, you won't get a good place under the trees. Those girls would stake out a spot at dawn if they had to."
I chuckled, shaking my head as the maids moved silently around us, placing steaming bowls of miso soup, grilled fish, and rice on the low table. The scent of dashi and ginger filled the air, but my attention was fixed on Kasumi. Something was wrong.
Then I saw it—her full, usually rosy lips were cracked and dry, her skin unnaturally pale beneath the soft kimono that clung to her curves.
The fabric, a deep indigo with cherry blossom embroidery, had slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts.
I pushed my untouched breakfast aside and stood, crossing the room in three quick strides. When I pressed my palm to her forehead, the heat was immediate—scorching, almost. My voice sharpened with concern. "Oka-san... You're burning up. Why didn't you say anything?"
Kasumi tried to pull back, her voice weak but laced with her usual stubbornness. "No, Jack, I'm fine—really. It's just a little fever. Nothing to fuss over."
I ignored her protest. Turning to the nearest maid, I said firmly, "Prepare a light soup—ginger, scallions, maybe some udon. And bring cold water, a towel, and whatever medicine we have for fever to Oka-san's room. Now."
Before Kasumi could argue, I took her hand in mine. Her skin was fever-hot, almost burning against my touch. "Oka-san, you're resting. Now." My tone left no room for debate.
I guided her toward her room, my arm wrapped around her waist to support her unsteady steps. The kimono's fabric was smooth beneath my fingers, the tie at her waist loose, threatening to slip further with every movement.
-x-X-x-
Once inside, I helped her lie down on the futon, the soft mattress sinking beneath her weight. She let out a small, pained sigh as her head touched the pillow, her body relaxing into the bed. The kimono parted slightly as she shifted, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath the thin underlayer, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.
The maid arrived quickly, placing a large bowl of cold water and a folded towel on the low table beside the bed. She handed me a small bottle of fever medicine from the drawer, her eyes flickering with concern. "Will there be anything else, Jack-sama?"
"No, thank you. Just make sure no one disturbs her."
As the maid left, I dipped the towel into the cool water, wringing it out before pressing it gently against Kasumi's forehead.
She gasped sharply, her back arching slightly off the bed as the cold fabric made contact. "Ah! J-Jack—!" Her voice was a breathless whimper, her fingers clutching at the sheets. "It's so cold—!"
I didn't pull away. Instead, I kept the towel pressed to her skin, my other hand resting lightly on her shoulder to keep her still. "I know it's cold, but it'll help," I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "Just bear with it for a moment."
Kasumi's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her kimono. "Nngh... Jack, you don't have to—ah!—to do this..." She gasped again as I dragged the towel down the side of her neck, the cool water tracing a path along her flushed skin. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and I could see the way her nipples tightened beneath the fabric, betraying her body's reaction to the sudden chill.
"Oka-san," I said, my voice firm but gentle, "you're burning up. You can't just ignore this."
I adjusted the damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead, my fingers brushing lightly against her temple. Her kimono had shifted further now, the fabric slipping to reveal the smooth expanse of her collarbone and the top of her breasts. I tried to ignore the way my pulse quickened, focusing instead on the task at hand.
"You always do this," I sighed, wiping the towel along her jawline, then down the delicate column of her throat. "You take care of everyone else and forget about yourself."
Kasumi's eyelids fluttered open, her dark, fever-bright eyes meeting mine. There was a flicker of something raw in her gaze—gratitude, embarrassment, maybe even a hint of desire. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "I-I'm used to it... You don't have to worry so much..."
"I know I don't have to," I said, my voice softening. "But I want to."
I moved the towel to her wrists, wiping the sensitive skin there before trailing it down her arms. Her breath hitched with every touch, her body trembling not just from the fever, but from the intimacy of the moment.
The kimono's sleeves had fallen back, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulders, and I could see the way her fingers curled into the futon, her nails digging slightly into the fabric.
"Jack..." she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "It's... embarrassing..."
"There's nothing embarrassing about needing help," I said, my voice steady. I dipped the towel into the water again, wringing it out before pressing it to the back of her neck. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips as the cold fabric sent a shiver down her spine.
"Ah...! " she gasped, her body arching slightly into the touch. "J-Jack, it's too much—!"
"Shhh," I murmured, my free hand resting lightly on her waist to keep her still. "Just let it help you."
Kasumi's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps that made her chest rise and fall beneath the thin fabric of her kimono.
The indigo silk clung to her feverish skin, damp with perspiration. "You're... too kind..." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion that threatened to break. "No one's ever... taken care of me like this..."
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I focused on the rhythmic motion of the cool towel against her skin, my touches gentle yet firm.
The fever would break soon - I could feel her temperature already beginning to stabilize. Until then, I would stay right here, making sure she understood she wasn't alone in this.
The silence between us stretched comfortably as I worked, until I finally sighed and met her gaze. "Oka-san..." My voice was soft but probing. "Tell me the truth. Are you worried that you won't be able to spend more time with Yuko and Haruna? Is that why you keep pushing yourself like this?"
Kasumi's body tensed slightly. She turned her head away, her fingers twisting in the bedsheets. "No. It's not that..." The lie sounded weak even to her own ears.
I set the towel aside, capturing her chin gently between my fingers to turn her face back toward me. "Oka-san, don't lie to me." My thumb brushed against her cheekbone, feeling the heat still radiating from her skin.
She exhaled sharply through her nose, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Hm... I just..." Her voice cracked. "I just want to do everything with my daughters while I still can. So that when they leave... I won't have any regrets."
The raw honesty in her confession made my chest tighten. I wrung out the towel one last time before setting it in the bowl, then took both of her hands in mine.
"Oka-san..." I said firmly but gently. "From now on, Haruna and Yuko aren't going anywhere. We're all living together. Even if we ever move, we would take you with us. You'll never be left behind."
Kasumi's eyes widened in surprise. She tried to pull her hands away, shaking her head vehemently. "No, no! How can I interfere with my daughters' lives like that? Keeping them here would just take their happiness away. I can't be that selfish!"
I reached out, my fingers carding through her damp hair in a soothing motion. "Oka-san..." My voice was steady, brooking no argument.
"How can your daughters be truly happy without you? Do you know Haruna keeps missing you terribly? And even Sister Yuko - though she pretends not to care - she worries about you constantly. She misses you all the time."
-x-X-x-
A single tear escaped Kasumi's eye, glistening as it rolled down her temple and disappeared into her dark hair. The sight of it made something tighten in my chest. I sighed deeply, my own emotions rising to the surface like a storm I couldn't contain. "And... I'm all alone too, Oka-san," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her hands stilled in my hair as she listened, her breath hitching when I continued. "My parents passed away long ago. Now that I have you as both an elder and a mother figure..." My fingers unconsciously tightened on the fabric of her kimono. "How could I ever leave you here alone? You'd be completely by yourself in this big house."
Kasumi's breath hitched at my confession, her dark eyes welling up with fresh tears. Her hands came up to cup my face, her thumbs brushing away the moisture gathering in my own eyes with a tenderness that made my heart ache.
"You poor child..." Her voice was thick with maternal concern, but there was something else there too—something warmer, something that made her touch linger just a second longer than necessary. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? From now on, I will be your mother. Okay?"
Before I could respond, Kasumi sat up abruptly, pulling me into a fierce embrace. My face was pressed against her chest, buried in the soft warmth of her breasts.
The scent of her—jasmine and sandalwood mixed with the musky sweetness of her skin—enveloped me completely.
Through the thin fabric of her kimono, I could feel the weight of her breasts against my cheek, the occasional brush of her nipple as she shifted to hold me tighter, her body heat seeping through the silk.
"Shhh..." she murmured, her fingers stroking my hair as she rocked me gently. The motion made her breasts press against my face rhythmically, her nipples hardening against my cheek with each movement.
"My poor boy. You've been carrying so much alone. But you're not alone anymore. I'm here now. We'll take care of each other, ne?"
As Kasumi hugged me, I could feel her body temperature—feverishly hot—pressing against me. The heat radiated through her kimono, making me acutely aware of every curve and contour of her body.
I squirmed slightly, my face flushing as I mumbled against her chest, "Oka-san... I can't breathe..."
Kasumi pulled back suddenly, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she realized how tightly she'd been pressing my face against her breasts. Her eyes dropped to where my cheek had been nestled between them, and she let out a surprised chuckle.
"Are you shy with your Oka-san?" Kasumi teased, her voice rich with amusement. The sound of her laughter filled the room, warm and melodic.
"Ha ha ha! Look at you, all red!" Her thumb traced the heated skin of my cheek, her touch lingering just a second too long. The pad of her finger was soft, her nail gently scraping against my skin as she pulled away, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
I opened my mouth to retort, a playful comeback on the tip of my tongue, when the door slid open with a soft shink. One of the maids entered, carrying a lacquered tray with a steaming bowl of soup. The rich aroma of ginger and chicken broth filled the air, mingling with Kasumi's intoxicating scent.
I took the bowl from the maid with a nod of thanks, then turned back to Kasumi. She watched me with half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted as I blew on the first spoonful, the warm air making the surface of the soup ripple. "Open up, Oka-san," I murmured, bringing the spoon to her lips.
Kasumi obeyed without protest, her pink tongue darting out to take the soup from the spoon. Her eyes never left mine as she swallowed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Mmm... it's good," she murmured, her voice husky. "You're taking such good care of me, Jack..."
I fed her another spoonful, then another, watching as her body responded to the warmth. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, trickling down her temples and disappearing into her dark hair.
The kimono, already damp from her fever, now clung to her body completely, the thin silk becoming nearly transparent in places.
The steam from the soup curled between us, carrying the rich aroma of ginger and chicken broth as I lifted the first spoonful to Kasumi's parted lips. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, heavy-lidded with fever and something far more intoxicating. "Open," I murmured, my voice rough with an edge I couldn't hide.
Her lips wrapped around the spoon with deliberate slowness, her pink tongue darting out to capture every last drop.
A bead of broth glistened on her lower lip, and before I could stop myself, my thumb was there, brushing it away. Kasumi's breath hitched, her teeth grazing my skin just slightly as she pulled back.
"Mmm..." The sound vibrated from her throat as she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing gracefully. "You feed me so well, Jack." Her voice had dropped to a husky purr, the words wrapping around me like silk.
I blew on the next spoonful, watching as her kimono clung desperately to her fevered skin.
The once-pristine indigo silk now looked painted onto her body, every curve and valley outlined in shocking detail. Her nipples stood out in sharp relief, dark circles pressing against the damp fabric, the cold air making them pucker even tighter.
I could see the individual threads of the weave clinging to her areolae, the fabric so transparent I could make out the faintest shadow of her dusky pink skin beneath.
A fresh sheen of sweat glistened between her breasts, tracing the deep cleavage where the kimono had parted. The valley between them looked impossibly deep, the fabric clinging to each swell like a second skin. I could see the faintest outline of her ribs, the way her stomach quivered with each breath, the fabric clinging to the soft swell of her lower belly.
The third spoonful trembled in my hand as I brought it to her lips. This time, when she took it, her tongue deliberately wrapped around the spoon, her lips closing with an audible pop as she pulled away.
A drop of broth escaped, rolling down her chin, following the same path my eyes were taking - down the column of her throat, between her heaving breasts, disappearing into the shadowy depths of her cleavage.
-x-X-x-
"Jack..." My name on her lips was a prayer and a warning. Her back arched slightly, pressing her breasts forward, making the damp fabric cling even tighter.
I could see the individual pores on her skin, the way her sweat made her glow like polished marble. The scent of her - jasmine and something darker, muskier - filled my senses, making my head swim.
The spoon clattered against the bowl as I set it down, my hands no longer steady. "Oka-san, you're..." My voice cracked.
The kimono left absolutely nothing to the imagination now. The once-elegant indigo silk clung to Kasumi's fevered skin like a second layer, every contour of her body outlined in shocking detail.
I could see the faint outline of her navel through the damp fabric, the way her hips flared out sensually before narrowing at her waist. The fabric between her thighs was noticeably darker, damp with something more than just sweat, clinging obscenely to the curve of her mound.
Kasumi's cheeks flushed pink as she noticed my gaze lingering on her body. With a small gasp, she quickly covered her hardened nipples with her hands, her fingers trembling slightly. "J-Jack..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stood up abruptly, my face flushed as I pretended to be shy. "I-I'll ask the maids to help you change your clothes," I said, my voice cracking slightly as I turned away, giving her some privacy.
Kasumi nodded slightly, a soft "Hmm..." escaping her lips as she pulled the damp fabric closer to her body, trying to cover herself.
As I walked out of the room, I used Telepathy to catch Kasumi's thoughts:
[Oh my god... In front of my son-in-law... I'm so embarrassed... What must he think of me? Looking like this... So indecent...]Her thoughts were a flurry of embarrassment and something else—something warmer that she quickly pushed aside.
I found one of the maids in the hallway and asked her to attend to Kasumi. The maid nodded respectfully and made her way to Kasumi's room.
I waited outside, leaning against the wall, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Just as I was collecting myself, I heard the familiar sound of laughter and chatter approaching. Yuko, Tomiko, and Haruna came into view, all of them smiling and carrying shopping bags.
"We got such a nice spot!" Yuko exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. "Oka-san will really like it—right under the cherry blossom tree."
Tomiko nodded in agreement, a wide grin on her face. "It's perfect for the picnic. Plenty of shade and a great view of the blossoms."
Haruna, noticing me, broke away from the group and came over, a bright smile on her face. She took my hand, her fingers warm and soft. "Jack! You won't believe how beautiful the spot is. Oka-san is going to love it!" she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.
I smiled back at her, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm sure she will. She was just resting, but I think she'll feel better soon."
Haruna tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Is Oka-san okay? She didn't look well this morning."
I nodded reassuringly to Haruna, my voice calm but warm. "She's fine. Just a little fever, but she's resting now. The maids are taking good care of her."
No sooner had I finished speaking than the door to Kasumi's room slid open. The maid stepped out with a respectful bow, giving me a small nod to indicate that Kasumi was presentable again. Before I could even take a step, Haruna, Yuko, and Tomiko burst into the room in a flurry of concern and rustling fabric.
I followed them inside. As the door to Kasumi's room slid open, my breath caught in my throat. She sat propped up on the futon, her freshly changed yukata clinging to her curves in all the right places.
Her dark hair was tied up in an elegant bun at the nape of her neck, a few deliberate tendrils framing her face. The style accentuated her high cheekbones and the graceful line of her neck, making her look both sophisticated and temptingly vulnerable.
The dampness from her earlier fever had left her skin with a healthy glow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed.
The yukata's fabric, though dry now, still hinted at the curves beneath - the swell of her breasts pressing against the thin cotton, the fabric straining slightly over her hips as she shifted position. I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the material, still hardened from the chill of the cold towels.
Haruna, Yuko, and Tomiko rushed in, but I found myself frozen in the doorway, my eyes tracing the way Kasumi's yukata dipped at her collarbone, revealing the tempting hollow of her throat. The scent of her - jasmine and something muskier, more intimate - filled my senses as I stepped closer.
"Oka-san, you're really okay now?" Haruna asked, pressing her palm to Kasumi's forehead. The movement made Kasumi's breasts shift slightly beneath the fabric, drawing my gaze like a magnet.
Kasumi's lips curved into a warm smile, her dark eyes flicking to me with knowing amusement. "I'm fine now, dear," she purred, her voice like warm honey.
"Your Jack took such good care of me." Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip as she continued, "He was so gentle, putting cold towels on my forehead, feeding me soup..." Her fingers traced idle patterns on the futon, drawing my attention to her long, elegant hands. "I almost wish I could have a fever more often."
A shiver ran down my spine at her words. I could picture it all too clearly - her fevered skin, the way her body had responded to my touch, the damp fabric clinging to her curves. My voice came out rougher than intended. "Oka-san, you can't say things like that. If you want my attention, just ask for it. No need to make yourself sick."
Haruna crossed her arms, giving me a playful glare. "Yeah, Oka-san. Just tell Jack what you need. And if he doesn't listen..." She cracked her knuckles dramatically, "I'll make sure he understands."
Kasumi's laughter was a rich, melodic sound that made my stomach tighten. She reached out and tugged Haruna's ear playfully, but the movement caused her yukata to gape slightly at the neckline, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the cleavage beneath.
"Haruna, is this how you speak to my precious son?" she chided, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.
I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking between Kasumi's exposed skin and her knowing smile.
The way she sat, with one leg slightly bent beneath her, made the yukata ride up just enough to tease at the smooth skin of her thigh.
Yuko noticed my distraction and cleared her throat pointedly. "We're all glad you're feeling better, Oka-san," she said, her voice carrying that quiet authority that always made me pay attention. "But you must promise to take better care of yourself."
Kasumi's fingers traced the neckline of her yukata, her touch lingering near the spot where the fabric dipped between her breasts. "I promise," she murmured, her dark eyes never leaving mine.
"Especially now that I have such a devoted son to look after me."
When she shifted slightly on the futon, the thin summer yukata clung to her like a second skin, the delicate fabric catching on the full curve of her hips.
It traced the soft dip of her waist before flaring out again, hinting at the warm, feminine shape beneath.
A faint sheen of sweat made the cloth slightly translucent in places, and my eyes lingered longer than they should have. The sight sent a slow, heavy pulse through me.
Tomiko, who had been quietly watching us from the side of the room, finally broke the silence. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement as they darted between her sister and me.
"Kasumi-nee, you should rest a little longer before we head out for the picnic," she suggested softly, though the corner of her mouth curved in a mischievous smile.
Kasumi pouted, her full lower lip pushing out in a way that made her look sweetly vulnerable, almost years younger.
"But I really want to see the spot you all found for me..." Her voice dipped into a breathy, playful whine that wrapped around my chest like warm silk and sent heat rushing straight down my spine.
Haruna bounced on her knees with excitement, her grin bright and infectious. "It's so perfect, Oka-san! Under the biggest, most beautiful cherry blossom tree you've ever seen. The petals fall like snow when the breeze blows — you're going to love it, I promise!"
As the two younger sisters chattered excitedly about the hidden picnic spot, describing the flowers, the gentle slope, and the soft grass, Kasumi's dark eyes found mine again.
The air between us thickened. Her fingers slowly, deliberately traced the silk tie of her yukata, toying with the loose knot that held everything together.
With each small tug, the collar parted just a little more, revealing the flushed, glistening skin of her collarbone and the soft swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
"Jack..." she murmured, her voice low and velvet-soft, meant only for my ears. The way she said my name felt like a caress. "Will you help me up?"
My pulse hammered in my throat as I stepped closer. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer. I offered my hand, and when her fingers slid into mine — warm, slightly damp, impossibly soft — a spark shot up my arm.
Her touch lingered, her thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles in a silent, intimate acknowledgment. I pulled her gently to her feet, but she rose slowly, deliberately, letting her body sway forward until she was pressed flush against me.
For one long, dizzying moment, her fever-warm body molded perfectly against mine.
The soft, yielding weight of her breasts pressed warmly into my chest, and I could clearly feel the quick, fluttering rhythm of her heart beating through the thin yukata. Her breath came in soft, warm puffs against my neck, each one sending little sparks racing down my spine.
A faint but intoxicating scent rose from her skin — delicate floral notes mixed with the natural, musky sweetness of her light sweat.
It was so genuinely her, so intimate and real, that it made my head spin and my pulse throb with sudden, sharp desire. I had to fight the urge to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her even closer.
Kasumi didn't pull away. She stayed right there, leaning into me as if she needed the support — or simply wanted the closeness.
One of her hands rested on my chest, fingers lightly curling into my shirt, while the other still held my hand.
She tilted her face up slowly, her eyes half-lidded, lips softly parted. I caught a tiny glimpse of her tongue as she breathed, and the sight made my throat go dry.
"Mmm..." she murmured, wrinkling her nose in the most adorable, embarrassed way. "I'm so sweaty right now... I feel sticky all over." Her voice had dropped to a husky whisper, full of both shyness and something much more inviting. "Let's take a bath before we go out... I don't want to be like this around you."
The way she said it — soft, breathy, almost like a secret promise — made heat pool low in my stomach.
Tomiko stood up with a gentle, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Nee-san. I'll ask the maids to prepare hot water right away. Cold water wouldn't be good for you while you still have that fever."
She paused at the door, giving us one last lingering glance. Her eyes danced with quiet understanding and a hint of amusement, as if she could read exactly what was passing between us. Then she slipped out, leaving the room noticeably quieter.
The moment the door slid shut, Haruna and Yuko, who had been practically vibrating with excitement in the corner, couldn't hold back any longer.
"Mom!" Haruna burst out with a bright grin, "We all bought kimonos for ourselves so we can wear matching ones and look like a real family! And guess what — I got one for Jack too!"
Haruna quickly opened the large bag she had brought and carefully pulled out a stunning black kimono with elegant golden patterns woven through it.
The fabric looked luxurious, the golden lines catching the light and giving it a regal, sophisticated feel. She laid it gently beside Kasumi, then showed the matching sets she had picked for herself, Yuko, and Tomiko — all in the same beautiful design.
She turned to me, eyes sparkling, and held out the men's version. "Here, Jack. This one's for you! Same pattern, so we all match perfectly. We'll look like a proper family when we go to the picnic."
The idea of all of us dressed in matching kimonos — walking together under the cherry blossoms — felt surprisingly warm and touching. It made something soft and deep settle in my chest.
Kasumi, still standing so close that her body brushed mine with every small movement, glanced at the black-and-gold kimono, then looked up at me.
"You'll look really good in it, Jack..." she whispered, her voice still husky. Then she turned to Haruna. "Haruna, show Jack how to wear a kimono properly."
Haruna's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course!" She took my hand, her fingers warm and confident, and led me to the next room. The door slid shut behind us with a quiet click, sealing us inside.
The moment we were alone, Haruna turned to me, cheeks flushed. She began undressing me slowly — unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders, then tugging down my pants.
Soon, I stood there in only my underwear, breathing heavier. Haruna stepped back, biting her lip as she looked me up and down with that sly, fox-like smile.
"You have to take your underwear off too," she said softly, her voice sweet but mischievous. "Nothing underneath a kimono... it has to sit right."
I hesitated, face burning. "Haruna... I don't think that's a good idea. I might... get hard during the picnic."
She chuckled playfully, then dropped smoothly to her knees in front of me. Looking up with dark, hungry eyes, she hooked her fingers into my waistband and slowly pulled my underwear down. My cock sprang free, already thick and half-hard. Haruna's eyes widened with delight.
"Fuck... look at this big, veiny cock," she moaned, wrapping both hands around it. "You're so hard already, Jack. You really need me to drain these heavy balls before the picnic, huh?"
I groaned as she slapped my fat cock against her soft cheeks repeatedly — smack... smack... smack — leaving shiny wet streaks of precum all over her pretty face. "Haruna... you're really going to—"
"Yes, I am," she cut me off, grinning up at me. "Nothing underneath the kimono, remember? I'm not letting you walk around with this monster, making a huge tent in front of everyone."
She opened her mouth wide and swallowed me in one sloppy motion. Wet, vulgar slurping sounds instantly echoed — gluck... sluuuurp... gluck. Haruna bobbed her head fast, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around my cock.
"Fuuuck, that's good," I growled. I grabbed her head with both hands, fingers tangling in her soft hair. "Deeper, baby. Take it all."
Haruna moaned loudly around my cock in response. I pushed her head down harder, forcing my thick cock deeper into her tight throat. "Hrrrk—! Gluck—!" She gagged hard, throat squeezing around me, but I didn't let her pull back. I held her there, nose pressed against my stomach, her throat convulsing wildly.
"That's it... choke on it like a good girl," I groaned, starting to thrust my hips forward, face-fucking her. Wet, messy gagging sounds filled the room — gluck-gluck-gluck-hrrrk!
Haruna's eyes watered, tears running down her cheeks, but she looked up at me with pure lust. When I finally let her breathe, she gasped desperately, thick strings of spit hanging from her lips.
"Yes, Jack! Use my throat... fuck my face harder!" she begged hoarsely, voice already raspy. "I want your cock so deep I can't breathe!"
I shoved my cock back in roughly, gripping her head tight and slamming into her throat. Haruna gagged violently, her throat making filthy wet noises as I fucked her face without mercy.
Spit poured down her chin, dripping onto her tits and the floor. Every time I pulled out, I smacked my sloppy, spit-covered cock against her swollen lips and flushed cheeks — smack smack smack— before ramming it back down.
"Take every inch, you little cumslut," I growled, thrusting faster. "You love choking on my dick, don't you?"
"Mmmph—! Yes—! Gluck—! I love it— hnnngh!" she tried to answer, the words muffled and broken by my cock brutally stretching her throat. Her gagging got louder and wetter as I held her head in place and pounded deep.
I could feel my balls tightening. The pressure was unbearable.
"I'm gonna cum down your throat," I warned, gripping her head even tighter.
Haruna moaned desperately around my cock, eyes begging for it. "Mmm—! Cum—! Give me all your hot cum—!"
With a deep groan, I shoved my cock all the way down and held her head firmly against me. Thick, powerful ropes of cum exploded straight into her throat. "Fuck— take it all!"
Haruna choked hard — "Hrrrk—! Gaaah—! Gluck—!" — her throat convulsing violently around my pulsing cock as she tried to swallow the huge load.
Cum overflowed from the corners of her stretched lips, bubbling out with her spit. She gagged and coughed, but I kept her pinned there, pumping every last drop down her throat.
Even as she struggled for air, she kept sucking greedily, milking me with her tongue and throat. When I finally pulled out, a huge mess of cum and thick saliva poured from her mouth onto her chin and tits.
Haruna gasped and coughed, her face a complete mess — mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks, lips puffy and glossy, thick globs of my cum dripping from her chin onto her tits. She licked her messy lips with a satisfied, whoreish grin.
"Mmm... so much cum," she rasped, voice completely destroyed and hoarse. "I swallowed almost everything, Jack... Your cock should stay nice and soft under the kimono now." She leaned in and planted a slow, loving kiss on my cockhead, smearing the last drops across her lips.
But instead of softening, my cock twitched hard and swelled back up even thicker, rock-hard and throbbing right in front of her face.
Haruna's eyes widened in shock, then filled with dirty delight. "Hmph... looks like this bad boy isn't satisfied yet," she whispered, grinning like a little devil. "I just choked on your load, and you're already this fucking hard again? Such a greedy, horny cock..."
She gave it a firm slap, watching it bounce heavily. But then her expression shifted into something even filthier. She turned around on her knees, bending forward until her chest pressed against the floor. Reaching back with both hands, she grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide open, presenting her tight, pink little asshole to me.
"Look at it, Jack..." she moaned, voice thick with lust. She wiggled her ass teasingly, spreading her hole even wider. "My pussy is already getting wet... but this tight asshole? It's all yours. Punish it. It is getting itchy. I want you to stretch it open and fill it with cum before the picnic."
Her asshole twitched visibly as she begged. "Please... shove that thick cock inside my shithole. I want to feel you balls-deep in my ass. Don't be gentle — wreck it. Make me your dirty little anal slut."
I couldn't hold back. I dropped to my knees behind her, grabbed her hips, and pressed my swollen cockhead right against her puckered hole. Haruna moaned loudly, pushing back against me.
"Yes... put it in," she whimpered. "Fuck my asshole hard, Jack. I want it to hurt so good."
I pushed forward, forcing my thick cock past her tight ring. Haruna let out a loud, broken cry as her asshole stretched around me. "Aaaah—! Fuck! It's so big— hnnngh!" Her hole clenched hard, squeezing my cock like a vice as I sank deeper and deeper until my balls pressed against her wet pussy.
"Fuuuuck... your ass is so tight," I groaned, gripping her hips harder.
Haruna was bent over like a perfect little anal whore — face down, ass up, both hands spreading her cheeks wide as my thick cock stretched her tight shithole. I drew my hand back and SLAPPED her round ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room.
SMACK!
Her soft ass cheek rippled from the impact, turning a bright, stinging red almost instantly. Her asshole clenched violently around my cock, squeezing me like a silky vice.
"Nhhmmmm—!!" Haruna moaned loudly, a slutty, broken sound that was half-pain, half-pleasure. Her body jerked forward, but she quickly pushed her ass back, greedily taking every inch deeper.
"Fuck yes... slap my ass harder, Jack!" she begged, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. "Punish my dirty little shithole! Make it hurt!"
I growled and slapped her ass again, even harder — SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! — alternating between both cheeks until her pale skin glowed bright red. Each brutal slap made her asshole spasm and squeeze my cock tighter, milking me as I kept pounding her.
"Aaahh—! Nhhmm! Yes—! Harder!" Haruna cried out, her face pressed against the floor, drooling. "I'm such a dirty anal slut... Slap my ass while you wreck my guts!"
I gripped her hips tighter and started fucking her ass with savage, deep strokes. The sound of my hips slamming against her reddened cheeks mixed with the wet, filthy squelching of her stretched hole. Her asshole was so tight it felt like it was trying to suck the cum out of me.
"Goddamn, your ass is gripping me so fucking hard," I groaned, spanking her again. SMACK! "You love getting your shithole ruined, don't you?"
"Yes! I love it!" Haruna moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Destroy my asshole, Jack! Stretch it wide and fill it with your thick cum! I want to feel it leaking down my thighs while we wear the matching kimonos..."
Her entire body convulsed with each brutal slap, her cries muffled against the relentless thrusts that tore into her stretched asshole. Her dripping pussy gushed uncontrollably onto the cold floorboards, slicking them into a glistening mess as her untouched cunt throbbed with a desperate need that clawed at her insides.
I reached forward, my fingers burrowing deep into Haruna's silken hair, yanking her head back hard until she arched like a tortured feline in heat. My thick cock plowed into her tight, greedy shithole without mercy, the slick friction of her slickness making it impossible to slow down.
"Nhhmmmm—! Fuck me harder, Jack! I'm your anal cumdump!" Her voice cracked with a mixture of pain and desperate pleasure as she arched up further, eyes rolling back in her head, tongue lolling out like a thirsty puppy's, thick strings of drool dripping from the corner of her lips.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I rained down more hard spanks on her reddened ass cheeks, watching them jiggle and glow bright red with every impact. Each slap made her asshole clench viciously around my throbbing cock, milking me like a goddamn farm animal desperate for release.
Suddenly, the delicate melody of approaching footsteps tinkled from just outside the door.
"Haruna? Jack? Are you two ready yet?" Tomiko's voice, sweet as sugared melon and gentle as a summer breeze, floated through the room.
The moment her aunt's voice reached our entwined haven, Haruna's asshole clenched down so tight it almost buckled me in half – a hot, silky vice squeezing my cock like its life depended on it.
Her eyes flew wide open, panic flashing across them as if she'd been caught stealing plums from the imperial pantry. But her pussy only gushed harder, spilling even more onto the floor, mirroring the wetness clinging to my chest and lower abdomen.
"Shit—! Oba-san!" Haruna gasped, her voice hoarse and fuck-torn. Frantically, she yanked herself off my cock with a loud, wet schlorp that sounded like a sea snail escaping its shell, leaving behind a slick trail of her juices clinging to the tip of me. Her gaping asshole twitching and winking open, still shiny with her own ass juices and my throbbing precum.
Haruna scrambled to throw on her clothes, wiping the cum and spit from her chin with the back of her sleeve, but even in her haste, she looked like a freshly used whore - all soft curves and damp silk.
I was still completely naked, my massive cock rock-hard, throbbing angrily against the thin material of my boxer shorts, veins bulging like fat worms beneath taut skin; the head angry purple and glistening with her ass slime.
Haruna grabbed the black-and-gold kimono in a hurry and started wrapping it around my body, her hands shaking with lust and panic as she did so.
She was so rushed that she barely tied the front – the fabric hung open wide, leaving my thick, dripping cock completely exposed, standing straight out like a flagpole proudly declaring its dominance over any passing ship.
The door slid open without warning, revealing Tomiko framed in its soft wooden embrace. "I came to check if you needed help—"
Everything froze. Time itself seemed to stutter and stumble in that instant.
Tomiko's eyes dropped straight down to my huge, rock-hard cock jutting obscenely out of the open kimono, her mouth falling open in a perfect O of shock.
Her cheeks exploded into a deep crimson blush that spread like wildfire from her temples all the way down to her chest, leaving behind a burning path of feverish heat in its wake.
For an eternity - or maybe just a few long seconds - she couldn't look away; her gaze locked onto my throbbing cock, tracing every thick vein, the way it twitched and leaked a fat bead of precum right in front of her like some magnificent, pulsing jewel.
[Oh my god... Jack's cock is so huge... so thick and hard... still wet from Haruna's asshole... I can smell her pussy and ass on him... Tomiko's mind screamed in embarrassed horror, but her thoughts quickly turned filthy and needy.]
[It's even bigger than I imagined... look how it's pulsing... I shouldn't stare, but... fuck, I want to taste it... I want to drop to my knees and suck my little niece's ass off his cock right now... No, stop thinking like that! I'm supposed to be the responsible one... but it's so dirty... so perfect... my pussy is getting wet just looking at it...]
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Tomiko's thighs pressed together tightly, her breath hitching as a fresh wave of embarrassed heat flooded her body. Her nipples visibly hardened beneath her thin cotton kimono, two proud buds straining against the delicate fabric like flowers pushing through cracks in the pavement.
"I... I'm so sorry!" she finally stammered, voice cracking with shame and some other emotion that sounded suspiciously like arousal.
She quickly turned and slid the door shut behind her, but not before I caught the way her eyes lingered one last second on my cock and the way she bit her lip, a faint whimper escaping her lips.
The room fell into stunned, horny silence, thick with unspoken desire and lingering scent of sweat and arousal. Haruna stared at the closed door, then back at my still-exposed, rock-hard cock throbbing against the silken fabric of the kimono. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face, revealing a glint of mischief in her dark eyes.
"She saw everything... and she didn't close the door right away," Haruna whispered, voice dripping with lust as sweet as honeyed plums. "Oba-san's face was so red... I bet her panties are soaked right now. She was staring at your cock like she wanted to eat it."
My cock twitched hard at Haruna's dirty words, another thick drop of precum rolling down the cock, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
Haruna licked her lips, eyes sparkling with naughty excitement. "Want me to call her back in? Or should I finish dressing you while your cock stays out like this... just in case she 'accidentally' walks in again?" She wiggled closer, brushing against my hard length with the bare shoulder of her kimono.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Haruna kept slapping my cock playfully but firmly, making it swing left and right, precum flying everywhere.
"You dirty pervert~ Were you imagining Aunt Tomiko on her knees too? Sucking this big cock right after I drained it? Or maybe you want to fuck her tight pussy while I watch?"
I groaned loudly as she slapped my cock again. SMACK!
"Fuck... Haruna—" I groaned
"No, no, don't lie to me!" she teased, grinning like a naughty fox. She slapped the underside of my cock hard, making it bounce up aggressively.
"Your cock doesn't lie, Jack. It's throbbing so much after Aunt Tomiko saw it. You liked her staring at your hard dick, didn't you? Bet you wanted her to stay... wanted her to watch me get fucked in the ass like a little slut."
She wrapped her soft fingers around my cock and stroked it roughly a few times before slapping the swollen head again.
SMACK! SMACK!
"Mmm, it's so fucking hard now... even harder than when you were balls-deep in my asshole. You want to fuck Aunt Tomiko, too, don't you? You want to stretch her proper, responsible little pussy and fill her with the same thick cum I just swallowed down my throat?"
Haruna dropped to her knees again, still holding my cock as it belonged to her. She slapped it against her cum-stained cheek repeatedly — SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! — smearing precum and leftover spit all over her face.
"Admit it, Jack. Say it out loud," she demanded, looking up with filthy, sparkling eyes. "You got extra hard because Aunt Tomiko saw your big cock. You want to make her blush even more... maybe even make her join us next time? Imagine her walking in again and seeing me slap your cock like this."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Fuck, Haruna... yes," I groaned, unable to deny it. My entire body was taut with lust, every muscle screaming with anticipation for both of them.
Haruna laughed excitedly and kept slapping my throbbing cock. "I knew it! Look how much it's leaking now... just from thinking about Aunt Tomiko. Your cock is betraying you so badly. It wants her tight holes too. You want to bend her over right next to me and fuck both of our asses, don't you?"
She gave my cock another series of sharp, wet slaps, then rubbed the leaking head all over her lips. "Say it, Jack... Say you want to make Aunt Tomiko your slut too. I promise I won't tell... much." She leaned in, licked a long, slow stripe up my throbbing cock, then slapped it hard once more. SMACK!
"Come on, be honest... Tell me how much you want to fuck Aunt Tomiko's tight pussy and ass while I help you. Tell me you want to cover her face with cum just like you did to me."
She kept stroking and slapping my cock rhythmically, her soft palm gliding up and down my throbbing cock while occasionally landing sharp, wet SMACK! SMACK! sounds that made my cock bounce and leak even more. Her voice was dripping with pure lust as she looked up at me from her knees.
"Say it, Jack..." she whispered seductively, squeezing the base of my cock hard. "Say you want to make Aunt Tomiko your slut too. Say you want to turn that proper, responsible woman into your personal cumdump. Tell me you want to fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her tight little ass just like you fucked mine."
Haruna's eyes held mine with a mischievous, devilish glint. She gave my cock another firm slap. SMACK!
"I might even help you create the opportunity..." she added, her voice turning low and dangerously seductive. She rubbed my leaking cockhead against her cum-stained cheek while continuing to stroke me.
"I can distract the others... leave you two alone... maybe even hold her down while you shove this fat cock into her. What do you say, Jack? Want me to help you corrupt Aunt Tomiko?"
I nodded quickly, breathing heavily. "Really?"
Haruna's face lit up with filthy excitement. "Mmm, yes~" She rose slightly, pressing her body against mine. She leaned in and latched her hot mouth onto my neck, sucking hard and giving me a deep, possessive hickey. At the same time, she guided my rock-hard cock between her soft, warm thighs, trapping it right against her dripping wet pussy lips.
I groaned loudly as her silky thighs squeezed around my cock. The heat of her soaked cunt rubbed along the top of my cock with every small movement, coating me in her slick juices.
"Nngh... fuck, Haruna..." I moaned, my hands grabbing her ass as she continued sucking on my neck, marking me clearly.
Haruna pulled back from the hickey with a wet pop, admiring the fresh red mark she'd left. She rolled her hips slowly, sliding her slippery pussy back and forth along my trapped cock, teasing the underside while her thighs squeezed tighter.
"Feel how wet I am just thinking about it?" she purred into my ear, voice husky and naughty.
"Helping you fuck Aunt Tomiko is making me so horny..." I want to watch you stretch her holes. I want to see her blush and moan like a whore when you fill her up. Maybe I'll even sit on her face while you pound her... Would you like that, Jack?"
She squeezed her thighs harder around my cock and started moving faster, fucking me with her thighs while grinding her clit against my cock. Another sharp SMACK! landed on my cockhead as she grinned wickedly.
Haruna stepped back with a satisfied little smirk, carefully tying the knot of the black-and-gold kimono around my waist. She adjusted the fabric neatly, but no matter how she pulled or smoothed it, the front still bulged obscenely.
My cock — still rock-hard, thick, and refusing to go down — created a very obvious, shameless tent in the expensive silk.
Haruna stared at the prominent bulge and burst into a naughty giggle. "Oh no~ Look at that massive tent. Your cock is still so greedy."
I growled and gave her round ass a hard, loud SLAP that echoed in the room. SMACK! Haruna yelped cutely, her body jolting forward.
"Behave," I warned, though I was smirking too.
I quickly reached for my underwear and slipped it on underneath the kimono. Even with the extra layer, my cock still pressed heavily against the fabric, creating a noticeable bulge that couldn't be completely hidden. "Otherwise I'd be walking around the picnic like a monkey in a zoo," I muttered.
Haruna laughed again, clearly amused. "Mmm, but it would've been so much fun watching everyone stare at your hard cock all day."
Once we were both properly dressed in the matching black-and-gold kimonos, Haruna took my hand, and we stepped out of the room together.
The moment we entered the main area, the sight took my breath away. Yuko, Tomiko, and Kasumi were already fully dressed in the exact same elegant black-and-gold kimonos.
The four women looked stunning — the luxurious fabric hugging their curves beautifully, the golden patterns shimmering with every movement. They really did look like a perfect, beautiful family.
But my eyes immediately went to Tomiko.
She couldn't even meet my gaze. Her cheeks were still flushed a deep pink from earlier. Every time our eyes almost met, she quickly looked away, biting her lower lip.
Yet, no matter how hard she tried to act normal, her gaze kept drifting downward... straight to the obvious bulge in the front of my kimono.
Tomiko's breath hitched visibly. Her thighs pressed together under her kimono as she stared at the thick outline of my still-hard cock. [Oh god... It's still so big... even after what Haruna did to him... I can see the shape of it...]Her dirty thoughts raced wildly.
[How is he still hard? Did Haruna really... suck him? Or worse? Why does the sight of his bulge make me so wet...? I shouldn't be thinking about my niece's man like this... but I can't stop imagining how it looked completely bare... so thick and veiny...]
She blushed even harder, her ears turning red. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet, clearly aroused and embarrassed at the same time.
Kasumi noticed the tension immediately. She stepped closer to me with a soft, knowing smile, her own kimono hugging her body beautifully. "You both took quite a long time..." she said teasingly, glancing between Haruna and me.
Haruna grinned like the naughty little devil she was. "We wanted to make sure Jack's kimono fit perfectly, Mom. Isn't that right, Jack?"
Yuko tilted her head innocently. "Why is Aunt Tomiko's face so red?"
Tomiko startled and quickly turned away. "I-it's nothing! The kimono is just a little warm..." she stammered, clearly lying. Her eyes flicked back to my bulge one more time before she forced herself to look at the floor.
Haruna leaned in close to my ear and whispered hotly, "Look at her... She's still thinking about your cock. I bet her panties are soaked right now. Should I tease her more later?"
The air between all of us felt thick with unspoken tension and hidden desire as we stood there in our matching black-and-gold kimonos, ready for the picnic. The elegant fabric clung to every curve of the women's bodies, making them look both regal and incredibly seductive.
We all piled into the car. The drive was quiet but charged. I sat in the back with Haruna pressed tightly against my side, her thigh rubbing against mine the entire way.
Tomiko sat in the front passenger seat, still avoiding my eyes, but I caught her glancing at the bulge in my kimono through the mirror multiple times. Kasumi drove, occasionally looking back at me with a soft, knowing smile.
We finally reached the parking area a few kilometers away from the actual picnic spot. The path leading there was famous for its beauty, lined on both sides with breathtaking cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
Petals drifted down like pink snow with every gentle breeze, turning the entire walk into something magical and unreal.
As soon as we stepped out of the car, Haruna immediately took my right arm, pressing her soft breast against me possessively. "Mmm, I want to walk with you like this," she whispered sweetly, but the look in her eyes was pure mischief.
Yuko noticed right away and pouted cutely, clearly jealous. She walked a little ahead, stealing glances back at us with an adorable frown.
Kasumi smiled warmly and took my left arm without hesitation, sandwiching me perfectly between mother and daughter. The feeling was intoxicating — both of them in their elegant kimonos, bodies pressed close to mine as we walked down the petal-strewn path.
"Jack, today is really a happy day for me," Kasumi said softly, leaning her head against my shoulder. Her warm breast squeezed gently against my arm with every step. "Having both of you like this..."
Haruna giggled and pressed even closer, deliberately rubbing her body against me. She gave my arm a teasing squeeze, her fingers lightly brushing over the front of my kimono, right above my still semi-hard bulge.
The thin silk did little to hide the growing tent as their soft bodies kept rubbing against me. Every step made their kimono-covered breasts glide along my arms, and the scent of their skin mixed with the sweet cherry blossoms was driving me crazy.
Tomiko walked a few steps ahead with Yuko, but she kept glancing back. Her eyes would drift down to the obvious bulge in my kimono, then quickly look away, cheeks burning red again.
Yuko's thoughts rang in my head as I used Telepathy, [It's not fair! I want to walk with Jack too!]
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Soon, we reached the beautiful private spot Haruna had already booked for us.
A large, soft mat was neatly spread beneath a magnificent old cherry blossom tree, its branches heavy with pink blossoms. Petals fell continuously like soft pink snow, gently covering the mat and our matching black-and-gold kimonos.
The air was thick with the sweet, fleeting scent of the flowers, mingling with the warmth of the afternoon sun. Each step we took on the grass felt like walking through a dream, the earth beneath us yielding slightly as if the world itself were holding its breath to witness this moment.
We all sat together. I turned to Kasumi, who was sitting right beside me, and gently placed my hand on her forehead, my palm lingering against her smooth, warm skin. Her hair, soft as silk, brushed against my wrist as she leaned into my touch.
"Oka-san, you don't have a fever anymore?" I asked softly, my thumb brushing lightly over her temple. The warmth of her skin seeped into me, sending a shiver down my spine.
Kasumi smiled warmly and leaned into my touch. "I'm fine now, Jack. After the medicine and that warm soup you helped me with... I feel much better." Her voice was gentle, full of affection as she looked at me.
The way her eyes crinkled at the corners made my chest tighten. She tilted her head slightly, inviting me to continue, and I let my fingers trail down her cheek for a moment longer than necessary. The simple touch made her cheeks flush slightly, her breath hitching almost imperceptibly.
Tomiko unpacked the delicious food and drinks she had prepared, and we all ate together under the falling petals, chatting and laughing.
The atmosphere felt warm and loving on the surface, but the hidden tension and desire between us kept simmering.
I could feel Kasumi's leg brushing against mine beneath the mat, her thigh pressing gently into my side as she leaned closer to me, her presence a constant hum of unspoken yearning.
After we finished eating, Kasumi stood up gracefully, brushing a few petals from her kimono. "I'll go to the washroom quickly. I'll be right back." She turned toward the path, but before she could take more than two steps, my hand shot out to grip her wrist.
"I'll go with you," I said, my voice low and firm. The park was crowded, and many people nearby were already drunk, laughing loudly, or passed out on the grass. "There are too many drunk men here."
Tomiko nodded in agreement. "Sister, Jack is right. Let him go with you to keep you safe."
Kasumi smiled softly, a hint of shyness in her eyes. "Okay... thank you, Jack."
We walked side by side along the petal-covered path, the world around us a blur of color and sound.
A group of drunkards nearby spotted Kasumi's elegant beauty and started approaching with leering grins, clearly intending to harass her. But the moment they saw me walking protectively beside her—tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating an unspoken authority—they hesitated, muttered under their breath, and backed off.
One of them, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, let out a low, slurred chuckle as he stumbled closer. His voice was thick with drink and lechery. "She's got the kind of body that makes a man forget his own name... those hips, that neck—" He leaned in, his breath reeking of sake and tobacco, "I'd tie her up just to feel her move."
Kasumi froze completely, her cheeks exploding into a deep, burning red. She instinctively grabbed my sleeve tightly, her fingers trembling. The drunkard's words hung in the air like a taunt, his gaze lingering on her silhouette as if he could peel away the silk of her kimono with his eyes.
"Her skin's like porcelain," he continued, slurring slightly. "I'd kiss it until it's red... then bite it."
The words sent a shiver down Kasumi's spine. She took a sharp breath, her body trembling as if the drunkard's voice had carved itself into her flesh. The scent of cherry blossoms and something sweeter—her own fragrance—filled my lungs as I pulled her closer, my fingers tangling in the silk of her kimono.
"She's got the kind of eyes that make a man want to die," the drunkard muttered, his voice fading into the night. "I'd let her kill me... just to feel it."
Kasumi turned to me, her breath unsteady, her lips slightly parted. The weight of the drunkard's words lingered in the air between us, a silent promise that we were both ready to be devoured.
Kasumi noticed everything. Her gaze toward me became even softer and kinder. She moved closer, pressing her body against my side. Her soft, full breast rubbed gently against my arm with every step, the fabric of her kimono clinging to her curves like a second skin.
"You're always protecting me..." she whispered warmly, looking up at me with grateful eyes. "It makes me feel so safe... and a little spoiled. Thank you, Jack."
I smiled and replied, "I don't want anything to happen to you, Oka-san."
As we got closer to the public washroom area, we both suddenly stopped. From inside one of the stalls came loud, shameless, and very raw sounds of sex.
A woman's voice rose in a high, trembling wail: "Ahhh—! Fuck! Harder! Fuck my pussy harder—!!" The man grunted like an animal, his voice rough and guttural. "Take it, you dirty slut! You like getting fucked in a public toilet like a whore, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes—! I'm your public toilet whore—! Aaaahhh—! Your cock is so deep—! I'm gonna cum again—!!" The wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed loudly—clap-clap-clap-clap—mixed with the woman's broken, high-pitched moans and the man's filthy, dirty talk.
"Fuck, your cunt is gripping me so tight! You're such a nasty bitch, moaning like this where anyone can hear you!"
"Mmmph—! I can't help it—! Your cock feels too good—! Don't stop—! Fill me up—! Breed my dirty pussy—!!"
Kasumi froze completely, her cheeks exploding into a deep, burning red. She instinctively grabbed my sleeve tightly, her fingers trembling. The loud, vulgar moans and dirty talk continued pouring out of the washroom without shame.
"Slap my ass! Harder—! Yes—! I'm cumming—! I'm cumming on your cock—!!" The woman's orgasmic scream was so loud it echoed through the area.
Kasumi's breathing grew heavier. She pressed her body even closer to mine, clearly embarrassed but unable to hide the way her thighs squeezed together under her kimono.
"Oh my god..." she whispered, voice shaky and barely audible. "They're... they're really going at it so loudly... in a public place like this..."
Another loud moan rang out.
"Turn around, slut. I'm gonna fuck your ass now—!"
"No—! Wait—! It's too big! Aaaahhh—! It's going in! You're stretching my asshole—!! Fuck—! It hurts so good—!!"
Kasumi's blush deepened even more. She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes glossy with a mix of embarrassment and undeniable arousal. Her hand on my sleeve tightened as another series of loud, wet slapping sounds and desperate moans filled the air.
"Deeper—! Destroy my shithole—! I'm your anal whore—! Cum inside my ass—!!"
Kasumi looked up at me, her face burning with intense shame, her voice barely a whisper. "Jack... they're being so loud... and so dirty... really shameless." She shifted nervously on her feet, thighs pressing tightly together under her elegant kimono as the vulgar sounds continued echoing from the other washroom.
"Ahhh—! Yes! Fuck my pussy harder! Break it open—!!" "Take this fat cock, you public whore! Gonna fill your sloppy cunt right here where anyone can hear you scream!"
Kasumi's breath hitched sharply. "Let's go somewhere else..." she whispered urgently, tugging my sleeve with trembling fingers.
We quickly walked away from the noisy area. Kasumi stayed glued to my side the entire way, her cheeks still flushed a deep, adorable crimson. She kept muttering under her breath, completely flustered and embarrassed.
"How can they do that in public...? Aren't they afraid someone will find them...? What are these people even thinking...?" she whispered repeatedly, voice shaky with disbelief.
"Moaning like animals... saying such filthy things... in the middle of a park full of families... I can't believe it..."
Her constant, embarrassed muttering only made her blush harder. She looked incredibly cute — a refined, elegant woman in a luxurious black-and-gold kimono reduced to a flustered mess by raw public sex.
We finally reached the quieter washroom on the far side of the cherry blossom path. It was much calmer here, almost peaceful. No loud moans. Just the gentle sound of petals falling and distant laughter.
Kasumi sighed in deep relief. "I'll go in now..." she said softly, giving me a small, grateful smile before stepping inside the women's washroom.
I waited outside, leaning against the wall. A minute later, I heard the toilet flush, then water running. When Kasumi came out, her long, beautiful black hair had come undone and cascaded down her back like silk. She kept glancing around nervously, looking slightly anxious.
The moment she saw me, she rushed forward and grabbed my wrist with a worried expression.
"Jack..." she whispered urgently, pulling me toward the entrance. "My golden hairpin fell off somewhere inside. It's very important to me — it belonged to my late mother. Can you help me look for it quickly? I really don't want to lose it..."
I nodded without hesitation. "Of course. It must have fallen inside. Let's go take a look."
I followed her into the women's washroom. The moment we were inside, I asked quietly, "Oka-san, where exactly did you go after entering?"
Kasumi pointed to the last cubicle at the very end of the row. "There... the last toilet."
I walked over and began searching carefully around the floor and near the toilet seat. I couldn't spot it immediately, so I focused and used a subtle wave of telekinesis to scan the area. The golden hairpin had slipped behind the toilet seat, nearly invisible.
Just as I reached down to retrieve it —
The main door of the washroom suddenly opened.
A man's and a woman's voices echoed clearly through the space.
Man (nervous): "Is this place really okay? It's the women's washroom... What if someone walks in?"
Woman (laughing breathily, clearly turned on): "Yeah, it's completely empty. Look around. No one's here. Don't be such a coward, baby."
Man: "Still... this feels risky..."
Woman: "I'm not embarrassed at all. Why are you so embarrassed? Come here... I'm already wet just thinking about it."
Kasumi's eyes widened in pure panic. She froze for half a second, then quickly stepped inside the cubicle with me and silently closed the door, locking it. We were now squeezed tightly together in the small, confined space.
Her soft, warm body was pressed flush against mine. Her full breasts were squished against my chest through the thin silk of our kimonos. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin and the rapid beating of her heart.
Then came the unmistakable wet, sloppy sounds of kissing right next door.
"Mmm... fuck, your cock is already so hard for me..." the woman purred seductively.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed immediately by loud, wet sucking noises.
Gluck... gluck... sluuuurp... gluck-gluck!
"Oh shit... your mouth feels so fucking good..." the man groaned deeply.
The woman was eagerly sucking his cock with zero shame. The filthy, wet blowjob sounds grew louder and messier by the second.
Gluck-gluck-gluck... hnnngh... sluuuurp!
"Mmmph—! Your cock tastes so good... I love sucking dick in public places like this..." the woman moaned around his shaft. "I get so wet when people might catch us..."
Kasumi's face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. She lowered her head, biting her lower lip so hard it looked painful. Her breathing had become noticeably heavier.
She didn't pull away — if anything, she pressed even closer to me, her body trembling with a confusing mix of extreme embarrassment and undeniable arousal.
My own cock twitched violently and began growing rock-hard again, pressing firmly against her thigh through the kimono. Kasumi definitely felt it. Her eyes flicked downward for a brief moment before she looked away, mortified.
The couple next door grew even louder.
Woman: "Deeper... fuck my throat... Use my mouth like a cheap whore—!"
Man: "That's it... Take every inch, you nasty slut!"
The wet gagging and slurping sounds intensified, echoing through the thin wall separating our stalls.
Kasumi's hand unconsciously gripped the front of my kimono tightly, fingers curling into the black-and-gold silk as if it were her only anchor. Her thighs were pressed together desperately, and I could clearly feel the growing heat radiating from between her legs, soaking through the thin layers of fabric against my thigh.
Then my cock, now fully hard and throbbing, twitched violently and poked firmly against her lower belly.
Kasumi gasped sharply, her eyes widening in shock. Her body jolted slightly in the tight confines of the cubicle, but there was nowhere for her to move. The thick, hot bulge of my erection pressed insistently right against her, separated only by two thin layers of kimono.
"J-Jack..." she breathed, voice barely a whisper, face burning crimson. Her breathing became ragged as she felt the sheer size and heat of my cock pulsing against her stomach.
From the next stall, the filthy sounds grew even louder and nastier.
Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck!
Woman (moaning sluttily): "Mmmph—! Yes! Fuck my throat deeper! Use my mouth like a dirty public cumrag—!"
Man: "That's it, you filthy bitch. Choke on it. I'm gonna cum down your throat right here!"
The wet, sloppy gagging noises intensified, mixed with the woman's desperate, muffled moans.