Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 968: Flight Back Home

The room exploded with laughter — low, dark, filthy chuckles from everyone.

Julie wiped a stray drop of cum from Samantha’s chin with her thumb and licked it off.

”Okay... It’s getting late. We should all get ready to leave.”

I glanced at Gabriela. She had that small, hesitant look in her eyes—the one I knew meant she was thinking about her son, Diaz. She hadn’t said it out loud, but I could feel it.

”Gabriela,” I said gently, ”go and say goodbye to your son. Don’t worry—he’ll be well taken care of here. You have my word.”

Gabriela nodded—grateful, a little teary—and slipped out quietly.

Julie checked her phone.

”About Jayden... she contacted me about the divorce. It’s finalized. Her daughter Patricia is willing to come with her. Everything’s arranged.”

I nodded.

A few hours later, Gabriela returned—quiet but at peace. Yuko also came back with the final discharge papers, still shy and careful around everyone.

Now everyone was ready.

Julie had already contacted Lorena, telling her to meet us at the airport. Lorena had been busy with her father’s case, but now that everything was resolved, she could finally follow me without worry.

Soon, the time came.

We all met at the private airstrip.

Lorena was already there—elegant as always, but she kept her expression neutral when she saw Yuko. She knew the situation, so instead of hugging me like she wanted to, she simply smiled.

”Jack... are you okay? I heard from Ms. Julie that you were in an accident...”

I smiled back.

”I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Lorena nodded. ”That’s good...”

I saw Yuko subconsciously hug my arm tightly as we walked toward the plane steps.

”Let me help you sit on the plane...” she said softly, still playing the caring nurse.

With that, Yuko helped me up the stairs carefully, guiding me to one of the wide recliner seats in the luxurious private jet.

The cabin was spacious—cream leather, soft lighting, a long couch along one side, and several large recliners. Everyone settled in:

Lorena took the seat across from me Sarah lounged on the couch, legs crossed Marina sat beside her, tablet already open Julie claimed the seat right next to mine Gabriela sat on my other side Jayden (with Patricia mentioned earlier) was in the row behind Samantha curled up in the seat nearest the window And Yuko... sat right beside me, still holding my arm protectively.

I noticed Yuko’s gaze drifting across all the women—subtly scanning each one. Using telepathy, I slipped into her mind and heard her thoughts crystal clear:

[Jack is surrounded by all these women... I have to keep an eye on him... what if all these women are after his money... or here to take advantage of him... and I also need to warn Haruna... to keep an eye on her boyfriend...]

She was still in full protective-sister mode—completely unaware that every single woman around her was already mine, already claimed, and very happily so.

I smiled to myself.

The jet engines hummed to life.

The cabin door closed.

The long flight home began with Yuko still playing guardian angel — sitting right beside me in the spacious recliner seat of the private jet, eyes flicking protectively between every other woman and me in the cabin.

She kept one hand resting lightly on my bandaged chest the entire time, as if she could shield me from invisible threats just by touch.

Every time one of the others leaned in too close or laughed a little too freely, her fingers would tighten slightly — not possessive, but watchful, almost maternal.

She didn’t notice the subtle games happening under blankets and behind polite smiles. Gabriela’s hand occasionally brushed my thigh ”accidentally” while she pretended to adjust the seat.

Sarah — seated across the aisle — kept crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly, the hem of her skirt riding higher each time until the lace of her panties flashed briefly when Yuko wasn’t looking.

Julie — on my other side — leaned in to ”check my bandages” more than once, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered filthy promises about what she’d do to me the second we landed.

I didn’t make any moves. Not yet. Yuko’s guilt was still too raw; pushing her too fast would shatter the fragile trust she was rebuilding.

So I let her fuss — let her feed me water, adjust pillows, whisper worried questions — while the others exchanged knowing glances and waited patiently for the right moment.

After several hours of smooth flight, the jet finally touched down on the private airstrip. A small convoy of blacked-out SUVs waited at the runway — engines idling, drivers standing at attention.

Yuko, Julie, and I were ushered into the lead car. Stella — tall, sharp-eyed, one of my most trusted drivers — was behind the wheel.

She gave me a quick nod in the rearview mirror, professional as always, but her lips twitched when she saw how closely Yuko was still clinging to my arm.

Three more cars fell in behind us — discreet security detail, tinted windows, no markings.

The drive to Yuko’s villa was quiet. She kept her hand on my arm the entire way, thumb brushing small circles over the bandage as if reminding herself I was still hurt. When we pulled up to the elegant gates of the villa I’d given her and Haruna, she finally let go — reluctantly.

I turned to her in the backseat.

”Sister Yuko... you should go back inside. I’ll come meet Haruna soon — once I’ve arranged everything.”

Yuko’s eyes shimmered — guilt, gratitude, something deeper.

”Aunt Julie...” she said softly, looking at Julie in the front passenger seat. ”Please take care of Jack.”

Then she turned to me — cheeks pink, voice shy and earnest.

”Take care of yourself... and don’t tire yourself. You’re still injured... the injury hasn’t healed completely. Assign the tasks to your people and come back quickly. Haruna and I... we’re waiting for you.”

She hesitated — then leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to my cheek before slipping out of the car. The gate opened; she disappeared inside.

Stella pulled away smoothly. The convoy followed.

We drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence — Julie’s hand resting on my thigh, Gabriela’s head on my shoulder, Samantha curled up against my other side like a contented kitten.

Jayden and Patricia were quietly arranged to stay at a discreet, high-end hotel nearby for the night. I’d made the call myself before we left the airstrip — a separate suite, full security detail, no questions asked.

Jayden wasn’t officially mine yet; she’d only just kissed me, only just admitted she wanted this life. And Patricia — her teenage daughter — was innocent in all of this. No way was I bringing an unclaimed woman and her child straight into the heart of the villa on day one. Boundaries mattered, even for me.

Jayden understood. When I explained it in the car, she gave a small, grateful nod.

”Thank you,” she said quietly. ”For thinking of Patricia first.”

I squeezed her hand. ”Always.”

She and Patricia were dropped off at the hotel with two Shadow guards stationed discreetly nearby. Jayden promised to text when they were settled — and promised she’d be at the villa tomorrow morning, ready to talk seriously.

Now the convoy rolled through the gates of our main villa.

A crowd was waiting.

Jessica, Emily, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Karen, Hannah, Carolina — and all the other women who called this place home — stood on the wide front steps, smiling, waving, some bouncing on their toes.