"Wait, Alex..." The most sensitive parts of her body were being toyed with and ravaged so brazenly. Though this was exactly what Tsubaki Miyajima's heart craved, she was still a woman with a husband. As a proper, dignified lady, she felt that this was wrong. "Alex, please... don't..."
She grabbed Alex's hand, but her strength was pitiful. Perhaps she had been rubbed into a state of boneless mush by his touch, or perhaps deep down, she yearned for this caress so much that her body refused to fight. Her identity as a respectable wife was the only thing stopping her from acting like a wanton woman.
"Auntie Tsubaki, what's wrong?" Alex didn't stop. Instead, he intensified his massage, kneading her full, inviting breasts with even more force. Finding the fabric of her dress a nuisance, he twisted his wrist and slid his hand directly down her neckline.
Her skin felt like fine silk, incredibly smooth and delicate. Her breasts showed no signs of sagging; they were firm, heavy, and full of bounce. They swayed and jiggled under his palms. It was hard to believe a woman of her age kept her body so well-hydrated and supple; she clearly pampered herself.
She was just as firm as a young girl, yet possessed a mature, erotic aura that no teenager could match.
She's like a succubus... Alex thought.
"Alex," Tsubaki bit her lip, desperately trying to keep herself from letting out a lewd moan. Her nipples were being pinched and rolled, and she was reaching her limit. Ever since Alex left last time, she had felt a strange, inexplicable lack of interest in her husband. She had been holding back for so long... she was starving for it.
"Alex, we can't do this," she whispered, her eyes becoming misty. He was rubbing her so well, making her want him so badly, but she tried to maintain her resolve. Yet, even as she said "no," she didn't push him away. Her struggle was so faint it was almost an invitation.
"I know, Auntie. You're another man's wife. We shouldn't be doing this," Alex said in a low, melancholy tone, though his grip on her breasts tightened. "But I just can't control myself... I've been thinking about you every single day. I missed you so much~"
"Alex..."
Looking at the boy baring his heart to her, Tsubaki's mind wavered. Such a bold confession, such direct attachment—it made her heart flutter. Her defenses were crumbling piece by piece. She even felt a surge of secret pride. It's not just me; he missed me too. I still have the charm to make such a remarkable young man fall for me.
"If only I had met you sooner. Then, Auntie, you would have been my woman... mmpf!"
She covered his mouth with her hand. Alex blinked, his eyes filled with a feigned sadness. "If you don't want to, I'll stop. I won't say things like that again. I'm sorry..."
Playing the tragic lover is a bit of a stretch, Alex thought, but it's way more fun than just using my powers to force her.
As he pulled his hand out of her dress, Tsubaki felt a sudden, hollow ache in her chest. It felt like something precious was leaving her. She reflexively grabbed his hand and pulled it back. "Alex, no... Auntie didn't say she didn't want to... Truthfully, I've missed you very much these past few days too."
She let out a mental sigh and pressed his hand firmly between her breasts, squeezing his fingers with her cleavage. Her eyes shimmered with conflicted desire. "Auntie just... feels a little guilty..."
If he dialed up his [Hypnosis], that guilt would vanish instantly. But Alex kept it subtle. That mix of guilt and irresistible lust was the perfect seasoning. It would let Mrs. Miyajima ferment into something even more delicious.
"Auntie Tsubaki," Alex began to play with her nipples again, rolling the bright red "strawberries" between his fingers, tugging them until she trembled. "Don't feel guilty. It's all my fault. I'm the one obsessed with you. I'm the one making you act like this. If you must blame someone, blame me!"
Alex, you really are a piece of work, he told himself.
"If your husband gets angry, I'll take all the responsibility!"
"Alex, don't say that," Tsubaki shook her head, leaning in to hug him softly. "How could I blame you? I'm responsible too. Actually, I really wanted to... with you..."
She stopped, unable to finish the sentence. "In any case, it's not just on you. I won't let you get hurt."
Oh, Auntie Tsubaki, I'm so touched.
Alex hugged her back, burying his face into her wide, fragrant bosom, nuzzling against her scent.
Tsubaki led him further into the traditional estate. The elegant milf swayed her full hips in front of him, her perfect silhouette burned into Alex's dark eyes. A woman as ripe and juicy as a peach was leading him straight into her inner sanctuary.
She was literally letting a wolf into the fold.
Meanwhile, the master of the house—Tsubaki's husband and head of the dojo—was a stern, old-fashioned man. He was dressed in kendo gear, practicing diligently. He stopped only when he saw his wife and Alex approaching.
"Do we have a guest...?"
He failed to notice his wife's flushed face. Alex was being very discreet; his hand was hidden behind her, firmly kneading her bottom. Either his movements were too subtle, or his powers were clouding the man's vision.
"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Miyajima."
"You have a good build. Interested in learning Kendo?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm not very interested in Kendo," Alex said with a faint smile. But I am very interested in your wife.
"Darling, Alex is a guest. Don't force him to do Kendo," Tsubaki interjected. She knew he didn't just have a "good build"—the thing between his legs was... massive. She still had vivid memories of serving it with her mouth.
"I think he'd be a natural... but I don't have time right now. Take care of him for me."
"Yes, dear."
Hearing her husband tell her to "take care" of Alex sent a ripple of excitement through her.
"Then I won't be formal," Alex said, his mind already spinning with dark thoughts. He poked his finger deep into the crack of her ass, making her stumble. The moment they left the dojo's sight, he pressed himself against her from behind, his hardness wedged between her legs.
"Auntie, your husband told you to take good care of me. Let's go to your room—"
Thump-thump.
The wife knew exactly what was about to happen. "This..."
"Good Auntie, you want it too, don't you? You're already so wet down there," Alex whispered into her ear. "Let's go to the bedroom and have sex, okay?"
Tsubaki's body shook violently. The suppressed fire within her finally exploded. It was finally happening... she was going to do it with Alex. And she didn't want to say no. Her anticipation and hunger far outweighed her guilt.
My body has been waiting for this moment—
I'm sorry... I'm not a good wife, Tsubaki thought. I don't care if the world judges me. I can't refuse him.
"Okay... I understand... Alex, let's go to my room..."