Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1178: Fumiko’s Shocking Blood Report

”Not even for a second. I only care that we’re together... that we’re happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

On the outside, my voice was gentle and reassuring. But inside, my mind was drowning in pure, depraved filth:

Don’t worry, Mommy... You won’t need to give birth the old-fashioned way. I’ll just pin you down and pump your womb full of thick, hot cum every single day until it overflows and leaks down your thighs.

I’ll breed all three of you — you, Haruna, and that delicious little Tomiko — like the family breeding sows you were always meant to be. I want to see your bellies swollen huge with my seed, your tits leaking milk, while the three of you crawl around on all fours licking each other’s cum-farting assholes clean. You’ll all be my perfect, pregnant fucktoys.

Kasumi let out a soft, broken sob and clung to me even more desperately. Her thick, juicy thighs pressed tightly together, squeezing as another wave of guilt and overwhelming love crashed through her.

Even in her emotional state, her body was reacting shamelessly to my touch. I could feel her hard nipples, stiff and swollen, poking insistently against my chest through the thin fabric of her dress.

The faint, musky-sweet scent of her wet pussy was growing stronger, drifting up to my nose like an invitation. Her mature, MILF body was already heating up, betraying her with its hunger for me.

I continued rubbing her back, occasionally letting my hand drift lower to caress the top of her plump ass, feeling the way her body shivered under my fingers.

She nuzzled deeper into my chest, her warm tears soaking into my shirt, while her hips gave the tiniest, almost unconscious little grind against me.

The moment was heavy with emotion when the door suddenly clicked open.

A young, pretty nurse stepped into the room, holding a clipboard with the lab report. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with a tight-fitting nurse uniform that hugged her perky, bouncy tits and flared out around her round, firm ass.

Her uniform skirt was just short enough to show off smooth, toned legs, and her pretty face carried a mix of professional calm and open curiosity at the intimate scene before her.

”Excuse me,” she said softly, her voice gentle and polite. She glanced briefly at the way Kasumi was wrapped around me before handing the papers to Fumiko. ”Here are the test results.”

Fumiko took the report and scanned it quickly. Her expression remained mostly neutral, but I noticed her eyebrows raise slightly. The room fell into a thick, heavy silence as everyone waited for her to speak. Kasumi’s trembling eased a little, but she refused to let go of me, her fingers clutching at my shirt.

After a long pause, Fumiko finally looked up at us.

”Jack, your reports are fine. There’s nothing physically wrong with you. You just need to take it easy — get plenty of rest and a good night’s sleep.”

I nodded, keeping one arm securely around Kasumi’s waist. Before I could respond, Fumiko continued, her tone careful:

”Jack... there’s something I need to discuss privately with Kasumi. Could you give us a few minutes alone?”

Kasumi immediately shook her head, still pressed tightly against me. Her voice was hoarse but determined.

”No... Fumiko, just say whatever you need to say. I don’t want any misunderstandings between Jack and me. Not anymore.”

Fumiko hesitated visibly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her eyes flicked nervously between us. In that moment, I caught a flash of her inner thoughts, loud and clear in my mind:

[What should I do...? Jack’s blood reports show clear residue of strong aphrodisiacs mixed with sleeping medication. If Tomiko is the one who gave them to him... this is a serious problem. What the hell is wrong with this family? How deep does this sickness run?]

Kasumi slowly lifted her head from my chest, her eyes still glossy with tears. She looked at Fumiko’s hesitant expression and asked softly, ”Fumiko... what is it? You look troubled.”

Fumiko hesitated for a moment, then handed the report over to Kasumi without a word. ”Here... see for yourself.”

Kasumi took the papers with slightly trembling hands. As her eyes scanned the lines, her expression shifted. Confusion turned into shock, then something deeper — a strange mix of disbelief and dawning realization.

”How can this be...?” she whispered, voice barely audible. ”Aphrodisiac... and sleeping pills?”

She turned to me, her beautiful face clouded with worry. ”Jack... did you eat something else last night? Anything at all?”

I shook my head calmly, keeping my voice steady. ”No. We all had dinner together. The only thing different was the tea Aunt Tomiko gave me at the end. After that, nothing else.”

Kasumi’s gaze lingered on me for a long second before she turned back to Fumiko, her voice laced with concern. ”Fumiko... is there anything wrong with this report? Jack did have a high fever last night...”

Fumiko exhaled slowly, choosing her words carefully. ”The fever might have been caused by the aphrodisiac burning through his system. If the dose was strong and he didn’t... release it through sexual intercourse, it could have put serious strain on his body.” She paused, glancing between us. ”Did you notice anything strange in his behavior last night?”

Kasumi froze. For a brief moment, her thick thighs pressed together again, and a faint blush crept up her neck. ”No... it was just...” She trailed off, clearly remembering something intimate. After a heavy pause, she forced a small, awkward smile and shook her head. ”It’s nothing. This is just a misunderstanding, Doctor.”

I looked at Kasumi silently, studying the subtle tension in her body. At the same time, I caught a glimpse of her swirling thoughts:

[Tomiko... she definitely gave Jack aphrodisiacs. Now that I think about it, she was behaving so strangely last night... overly attentive, watching us closely. But why would she do this? Did she want to force things between Haruna and Jack? Should I confront her...?]

The atmosphere in the room grew even heavier. Kasumi’s hand unconsciously tightened on my shirt, her massive breasts still pressed warmly against me.

The scent of her lingering arousal hadn’t faded — if anything, the stress seemed to be making her body react even more intensely. Her hard nipples remained stiff, occasionally brushing against me with every small shift of her body.

Fumiko watched the two of us carefully, clearly sensing the unspoken tension.

The young nurse standing near the door shifted awkwardly, pretending to organize some papers while stealing curious glances at our close embrace. Her tight uniform hugged her figure as she moved, but no one paid her much attention now.