Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1136: Fumiko- Family Doctor

We finished our breakfast, and Tomiko took Haruna and Yuko with her, leaving Kasumi and me alone. The house felt quieter, the tension between us thicker than before, like a silent storm brewing just beneath the surface.

I turned to Kasumi, my voice light but firm. ”Oka-san, let’s go... Before leaving, Oba-san already booked an appointment for your check-up.”

Kasumi nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier teasing. ”Wait... let me change my clothes...” With that, she disappeared into her room, her kimono swaying as she walked.

A few minutes later, she emerged wearing a more formal kimono—beige, elegant, and modest, the fabric hugging her mature curves in all the right places.

The silk clung to her full breasts, the obscure outline of her nipples visible beneath the layers, and the kimono’s sash accentuated her wide hips, making her look both regal and temptingly soft. She glanced at me, her eyes searching for my reaction, as if she cared more than she wanted to admit.

I didn’t disappoint. ”Oka-san looks so beautiful...” I said, my voice sincere, my eyes tracing the graceful lines of her kimono, the way it draped over her thick thighs, and the subtle sway of her ass as she moved.

Kasumi rolled her eyes, though I caught the faintest hint of a smile. ”Ok, stop teasing me... Let’s go...” She walked past me, her kimono rustling softly with each step, the scent of her perfume—something floral and warm—lingering in the air.

We made our way to the car. I noticed Kasumi kept her distance, even in the car—she sat in the back seat, while I took the driver’s seat.

The space between us felt deliberate, as if she were trying to put as much distance as possible between her shame and my presence.

But every time I glanced in the rearview mirror, I caught her staring at me, her eyes flickering away the moment our gazes met.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the space. But the tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze burning into the back of my neck.

When we arrived, the hospital staff was already waiting for us. The Suzuki family’s influence and wealth ensured VIP treatment, and I noticed all the staff were female—nurses, doctors, even the receptionists.

It was almost as if the hospital had been arranged just for Kasumi’s comfort.

And then she walked in.

The female doctor was tall, poised, and undeniably stunning. Her long, raven-black hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few strands framing her sharp, almond-shaped eyes.

She wore a white lab coat that hugged her curves—her full, round breasts pressing against the fabric, her waist cinched before flaring out into wide, child-bearing hips.

The coat barely contained her ass, which swayed slightly as she walked, hinting at the softness beneath. Her legs were long and toned, visible beneath the coat, and her lips were full, painted a soft pink, curling into a knowing smile as she approached us.

”Mrs. Suzuki...” she said, her voice smooth and warm, like honeyed whiskey. ”I didn’t guess you would come here...”

Kasumi smiled, her posture relaxing slightly at the sight of her friend. ”I was forced here, Fumiko...” she said, glancing at me with a playful pout. ”You have to help me...”

I walked with Kasumi into a private check-up room, where we all sat down. The room was luxurious, with soft lighting and plush seating, but the real focus was on Fumiko.

She crossed her legs, the hem of her coat riding up just enough to tease a glimpse of her thighs, and began her examination, first checking Kasumi’s temperature and blood pressure.

”Mrs. Suzuki...” Fumiko said, her brow furrowing slightly as she reviewed the readings.

”I can see you have dark circles around your eyes... Are you having difficulty sleeping?” She glanced at the medical records on her tablet. ”Looking at your previous reports and the medicine you’ve been taking... It’s already a high dose of sleeping pills...”

Kasumi sighed, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. ”No, doctor... It’s just... I have been feeling good all these days... I don’t even need to take sleeping pills. But only yesterday, I couldn’t sleep...”

She shot me a look, her cheeks flushing slightly. ”But my son-in-law was worried about me, so I was forcibly brought here...”

She gestured toward me. ”This is Jack... He is Haruna’s fiancé...”

Fumiko turned to me, her eyes lighting up with recognition. She extended her hand, her sleeve riding up just enough to reveal a delicate, gold watch on her wrist.

”Hello, Mr. Jack... Why do I think I’ve seen you somewhere...?” Her fingers were long and elegant, her nails painted a deep red, and the way she held my hand was firm and confident.

Kasumi chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. ”Hey, Fumiko... You must have seen him on TV. He is quite famous... And his full name is Jack Reynolds...”

Fumiko’s eyes widened in surprise. ”Jack Reynolds...?” She let out a soft, impressed laugh, her breasts rising and falling with the motion.

”Hee hee, Mrs. Suzuki... You got a good son-in-law...” Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, sizing me up, before she turned back to Kasumi with a mischievous smirk.

Kasumi groaned, swatting playfully at Fumiko’s arm. ”Ok, stop calling me Mrs. Suzuki... Just call me Kasumi... How many times have I told you, Fumiko...?”

I watched the two of them, noticing the easy camaraderie between them. Fumiko looked younger than I initially thought—mid-30s or early 40s, around Tomiko’s age. The way they teased each other, the familiarity in their voices—it was clear they were old friends.

Fumiko smiled, shaking her head, her lab coat shifting as she leaned forward slightly, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage. ”Alright, alright... Kasumi. But you know, it’s my job to call you by your proper title...”

She glanced at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ”Though, I suppose if Jack here is going to be family, I should get used to being a little less formal...”

Kasumi rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her expression. ”Just call me Kasumi, Fumiko. And don’t start with Jack... He’s bad enough as it is...”

I grinned, leaning back in my chair, my eyes flickering between the two women. ”I’ll take that as a compliment, Oka-san...”

Fumiko laughed, a rich, throaty sound, and shifted in her seat, her coat parting slightly to reveal more of her toned, creamy thighs. Then, her expression turned serious, though her eyes still sparkled with mischief.

”Alright, Kasumi... Let’s get you checked out properly...” She paused, her pen hovering over her clipboard. ”First question... How’s your urine been lately? Any unusual color? Does it burn when you pee?”