Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1024: Mr. Daiki’s Displeasure

Tomiko looked up at me, her dark eyes softening. A small, grateful smile touched her lips as she gave my hand a light squeeze. "Thank you, Jack... Your presence already makes me feel safer."

She took a deep breath, straightening her posture and smoothing her suit jacket with her free hand. "Let’s handle this professionally... but I won’t pretend I’m not relieved you’re here."

She released my hand reluctantly and sat down behind her large mahogany desk, regaining her elegant, powerful CEO demeanor.

I positioned myself standing just to the side of her chair — close enough to be clearly visible as support, yet not overshadowing her authority. I stood tall with my hands clasped behind my back, looking every bit the capable and protective figure beside her.

A few minutes later, the door opened again.

Hina entered first, holding the door open. "Boss, Mr. Daiki has arrived."

Behind her stepped a man in his late fifties — Mr. Daiki. He was heavyset, with a slicked-back hairstyle that was starting to thin, wearing an expensive but slightly gaudy suit. His eyes immediately scanned the room with a predatory glint, landing first on Tomiko with obvious lust before noticing me standing beside her.

A flash of irritation crossed his face at the unexpected presence of another man.

Tomiko rose gracefully from her seat, her voice cool and professional. "Mr. Daiki, this is an unexpected visit. We had agreed to meet at the tea house later today."

Daiki gave an oily smile, his gaze lingering too long on Tomiko’s figure. "Ah, Tomiko-san... I thought it would be more convenient to come directly to you. After all, why waste time when we can discuss our... partnership... more intimately right here?"

The way Daiki said the word "intimately" made the air in the luxurious office feel thicker and heavier.

His voice dripped with false politeness while his small, greedy eyes continued to roam shamelessly over Tomiko’s body — lingering far too long on the curve of her breasts beneath her tailored blouse, her narrow waist, and the elegant line of her hips.

He made no effort to hide his desire, treating the high-end office like his personal playground.

Daiki then turned his gaze toward Hina, his expression shifting into pure arrogance. "You both can leave now," he ordered coldly, waving his hand dismissively as if shooing away servants.

"I need to talk to your boss privately. Important matters between adults only."

The blatant rudeness made my blood simmer.

I looked at Hina calmly and spoke in a steady, authoritative voice. "Hina, close the door and wait outside, please."

Hina gave a small bow, glanced nervously between us, and quietly closed the heavy office door behind her, leaving the three of us alone in the room.

Daiki was visibly stunned. His face darkened with irritation as he turned sharply toward me. "What? Didn’t you hear me, boy?" His voice rose sharply, laced with annoyance.

"I told both of you to get out. This is a private discussion between Tomiko-san and me. You’re not needed here."

When I remained standing still beside Tomiko without moving even an inch, Daiki’s irritation quickly turned into open anger. He clicked his tongue loudly and glared at me with narrowed eyes.

"Are you deaf or just stupid?" he snapped, his tone dripping with condescension.

"I said, get out of the room right now. This isn’t a place for children or relatives to hang around and listen in. Tomiko-san and I have sensitive business to discuss. Leave. Now."

He leaned forward in his chair, his voice growing harsher. "Go on, kid. Wait outside like a good boy. Adults are talking real business here. Don’t waste my valuable time standing there like a statue."

When I still didn’t move, Daiki’s face twisted with clear displeasure. He turned to Tomiko with a fake smile that failed to hide his frustration.

"Tomiko-san, what is the meaning of this? Don’t your own family members have any respect for your business partner? It looks like your company’s discipline has become quite lax lately. If you can’t control your own nephew, how do you expect to handle big partnerships properly?"

Tomiko’s expression remained cool and composed on the surface, though I could see the faint disgust flickering in her eyes. She spoke evenly, her voice carrying quiet authority.

"He is not my employee," she said clearly. "He is my nephew... Jack."

She then gestured gracefully toward me. "Jack, this is Mr. Daiki — one of our important business partners."

I nodded politely, keeping my expression neutral but my posture firm and protective. "Hello, Mr. Daiki. It’s nice to meet you."

Daiki blinked in surprise for a moment, clearly caught off guard by my calm demeanor. Then he forced out a low, condescending chuckle, though it didn’t reach his eyes at all.

"Ah... so it’s the nephew, Jack. How nice." His voice was thick with irritation.

"Young people should learn from their elders how to do proper business. Watch and observe from the side — that’s how real deals are made. But right now, I need to speak with your aunt alone."

"So why don’t you be a good boy and step outside? This conversation isn’t suitable for someone your age."

He waved his hand again dismissively, his tone growing sharper and more impatient. "Go on. Wait in the lobby or something. Don’t make me repeat myself. Tomiko-san and I have important things to discuss... privately. Very privately."

But beneath the fake smile and condescending words, his deep displeasure was obvious. His plan to be alone with Tomiko — to pressure her, leer at her, and push his sleazy advances — had been completely ruined.

His greedy eyes kept darting back to her with clear annoyance that an unexpected "nephew" was now standing protectively at her side like a silent guardian.

Tomiko maintained a calm, professional smile on her face, but I noticed the subtle relief in her posture now that I was present. She no longer had to face this sleazy man’s disgusting behavior completely alone.

Daiki adjusted his expensive suit jacket with an irritated tug and sat down uninvited in the chair opposite Tomiko’s desk.

He leaned back casually, still trying to regain control of the situation, though his frustration was leaking through every word.

"So, Tomiko-san," he continued, his voice oily and overly familiar, "shall we discuss our partnership? I was hoping we could speak more... openly today."

"Without unnecessary people hanging around and interrupting us." He emphasized the last part while shooting me another pointed, irritated glare, clearly expecting me to finally leave.