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Chapter 1013: Oka-san’s Trembling Knees
She rose slowly, her movements deliberate, each motion a carefully practiced act of strength for the sake of Yuko and Haruna. Her fingers pressed lightly against the table’s edge, her knuckles whitening just slightly before she lifted herself.
But then, without warning, her legs trembled. A sharp, betraying weakness shot through her thighs, and her knees buckled beneath her. She lurched forward, a soft, surprised gasp escaping her parted lips as the world tilted dangerously.
My body reacted on instinct, closing the distance between us in an instant. My arms wrapped around her just as gravity threatened to claim her, pulling her against me with a firmness that left no room for doubt.
Her breasts, heavy and full, pressed against my chest, the weight of them staggering. They were softer than I could have imagined, the flesh yielding yet dense, the swell of them molding perfectly to the planes of my body.
Even through the layers of my own clothing, I could feel the heat of her, the living, breathing proof of her vitality.
It wrapped around me, thick and intoxicating—a delicate blend of floral sweetness from the kimono, the warm, earthy musk of her skin, and something deeper, something primal.
"Oka-san..." My voice was rough, low with concern, my hands instinctively adjusting to support her. One palm splayed wide across her lower back, fingers pressing gently into the soft give of her flesh, feeling the way her body yielded beneath my touch.
Kasumi steadied herself with a dignity that made my chest ache. Her hand, soft and warm, pressed against my chest, her fingers curling slightly as if testing the strength beneath.
"I’m fine," she murmured, her voice like honeyed wine, rich and slightly husky. "It’s... It’s nothing. My legs simply went numb from sitting too long." A faint, self-deprecating smile touched her lips. "I suppose I’m not as young as I once was."
"Not even close." My hands shifted minutely, my fingers tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the way her body seemed to fit against mine as if designed for it. "You look like Yuko and Haruna’s older sister at most. Beautiful. Graceful. Full of life."
The movement sent a wave of heat through my body, my skin hyper-aware of every point of contact between us. "Jack," she admonished, though there was no real reproach in her tone, "flattery like that will make an old woman blush."
Tomiko’s sharp eyes took in the scene in an instant—Kasumi in my arms, the way our bodies were pressed together, the flush in her sister’s cheeks.
"Sister," Tomiko said, her voice clipped but not unkind, "you need to rest. Come. Let me take you to your room."
I followed them into the adjacent bedroom, the space filled with the scent of aged wood and dried herbs. The bed was a traditional futon, low to the ground, the blankets rumpled from earlier use. Kasumi sank onto it with a quiet sigh, her body melting into the softness, the kimono shifting with the movement.
The neckline of the kimono gaped slightly, offering a shadowed view of her cleavage, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath. My throat went dry.
She handed them to Kasumi with a look that was equal parts concern and exasperation. "Here," she said, her voice softer now, the edge of command giving way to something more tender. "Take them."