Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1279: Badmouthing Saki Over Tea

Yamamoto pushed himself a little higher against the pillows, still under my subtle control, and spoke up in defense of his wife.

”Sister Fumi... it actually isn’t Saki’s fault... it—”

Fumi cut him off with a sharp, annoyed click of her tongue.

”It’s because you indulge her too much. That’s why she’s become like this... careless and spoiled.”

She turned her attention fully back to her brother, the protective edge in her voice softening only slightly.

”Have you taken any medicine? Or do you need me to take you to the hospital for a proper checkup?”

Yamamoto gave a weak, reassuring shake of his head.

”Don’t worry, Sister. I’m totally fine. It was just a moment of dizziness. Nothing serious.”

Fumi still looked unconvinced, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she glanced at Saki with clear command.

”Saki, bring some tea for us.”

Then her sharp eyes shifted to me. For a second, the residual heat from the Hand of Arousal made her pause; her full tits rose with a slightly deeper breath inside the tight blouse, nipples still faintly stiff against the fabric.

”Mr. Jack, why don’t you take a seat?”

I kept my tone polite and professional, already half-turning toward the door as if ready to excuse myself.

”I think I should get going... I’ve disturbed you all enough. Please tell Mrs. Saki we can discuss the case some other day.”

”Wait—”

The word left Fumi’s mouth almost instantly, sharper and more urgent than she intended. A visible flush climbed her cheeks. She blinked, clearly surprised by her own reaction, and through telepathy her thoughts flared in flustered confusion.

[No... why am I feeling this flustered in front of him...? My chest feels tight... and that tingling is still there... why did I stop him so quickly?]

She straightened her posture, trying to recover her usual cold composure, but the faint pink on her face and the way her thighs pressed together under the pencil skirt betrayed the lingering effect of the ability.

Saki, standing to the side with my cum still slowly seeping into her panties, watched the exchange with carefully hidden satisfaction.

Fumi took a small step closer, voice carefully measured yet carrying an undercurrent of insistence she couldn’t quite hide.

”There’s no need to leave so soon, Mr. Jack. Saki is already preparing the tea... it would be rude to make her bring it out only for you to walk away. Please, stay and have a cup. You’ve come all this way for the case, after all.”

She gestured toward the low sofa in the living area, the movement making her heavy tits shift inside the blouse.

The residual arousal made her nipples tighten further for a brief moment; she noticed it and quickly folded her arms under her chest as if to hide the reaction.

”Besides,” she continued, a sharp edge returning as she shot another glance at Saki, ”someone needs to properly explain the situation.”

”My brother has been exhausting himself, and I still don’t understand how his own wife could leave him alone for days without noticing he was on the verge of collapsing. Stay. Drink the tea. I’d like to hear your professional opinion on how... neglected things seem to have become in this house.”

Saki’s internal thoughts flared with pure venom mixed with dark amusement as she moved toward the kitchen.

[Look at her... inventing reasons to keep him here while she badmouths me. And all the while that tingling between her legs is still bothering her. Hmph.]

Fumi kept her eyes on me, the flush on her cheeks refusing to fade completely.

”Please, Mr. Jack. Sit. The tea won’t take long.”

She remained standing close, body language polite, but the lingering heat from the Hand of Arousal made her breathing just a fraction deeper, her thighs still pressed together beneath the tight skirt as she waited for my answer—clearly unwilling to let me leave just yet.

I gave a small, polite nod.

”Alright... if you insist. But I think we should go somewhere else and let Mr. Yamamoto rest.”

Fumi’s cheeks colored a little deeper at the suggestion. The residual warmth between her legs made the simple agreement feel more intimate than it should have. She didn’t question it.

”Okay... then let’s go to the living room.”

She turned and led the way. The tight black pencil skirt hugged the full, heavy curves of her big ass with every step; the fabric stretched and shifted, outlining the thick shape clearly.

I followed, watching the mature sway of her hips while the Hand of Arousal continued its quiet work inside her body.

In the living room, she sat on the sofa and, after a brief hesitation, gestured for me to sit beside her rather than across from her.

The cushions dipped under our combined weight. Her thigh was only a short distance from mine. The subtle heat radiating from her body was impossible to miss.

Fumi cleared her throat, trying to reclaim her usual sharp composure, and asked about the case.

I repeated the same story I had given Yamamoto earlier—the dissatisfied customer, the lawsuit against the onsen, the need for careful preparation. She listened, but her expression quickly turned disdainful.

”I think, Mr. Jack...”

”Mrs. Fumi, you can just call me Jack,” I said smoothly.

A faint flush returned to her cheeks. She nodded once.

”Jack... then. I think you should not take Saki’s case. You don’t know what she is really like. It must be her fault that the customer sued her in the first place. She’s careless... irresponsible... the type who creates problems and then expects other people to clean them up.”

As she spoke, her thighs pressed together again under the skirt. The lingering effect of the ability kept a soft, unwanted throb alive between her legs, making every critical word about Saki come out with a slightly breathier edge than she intended.

She shifted on the sofa, the movement causing her heavy tits to sway gently inside the blouse, nipples still faintly visible against the fabric.

Saki was still in the kitchen preparing the tea, completely unaware of how openly her sister-in-law was now tearing her character apart while sitting so close to the very man who had just finished filling her.