Read Novel Full Chapter 1059: Oka-San’s Hairy Armpit
Chapter 1059: Oka-San’s Hairy Armpit
I stayed perfectly motionless under the blanket, breathing slowly and deeply like I was still lost in the deepest sleep, while the AI lens behind my half-closed eyelids captured every tiny detail in perfect, private high-definition.
Tomiko was still kneeling right beside the bed, her curvy body trembling slightly, her robe hanging half-open and barely clinging to her shoulders. Her face was beautifully flushed — cheeks a deep, glowing crimson that spread all the way down her neck and across the tops of her heavy, exposed breasts. Her lips were shiny and swollen from stretching around my cock, glistening with a mix of her saliva and the last traces of my thick load.
She kept swallowing again and again, slowly, almost reverently, like she was savoring every last drop of my warm, salty semen coating her tongue and throat. Her eyes were half-lidded now, glassy with lingering lust, and her tongue unconsciously darted out to lick along her lower lip, chasing one final stray bead of cum that had escaped the corner of her mouth.
[OMG, what have I actually done? I can’t go any further.... Hmmm... my.. Am I really a pervert woman... why does my body react so much.. and it is only for Jack... that I feel this way.... down there.. It is dripping. I need to go back and change my clothes.] Her thoughts flooded straight into my head through the open Telepathy link, raw and chaotic, laced with heavy guilt, shock, and a fresh wave of unwanted arousal that made her thighs squeeze together even tighter.
I could see the evidence of how badly her body was betraying her. The front of her thin robe was now visibly soaked between her legs — a dark, spreading wet patch that clung to her pussy lips, outlining every soft fold.
A single clear drop of her arousal had already slipped down the inside of her thigh, glistening in the morning light. Her nipples were painfully stiff, darker and bigger than I’d ever seen them, rising and falling rapidly with each shaky breath.
She looked completely wrecked — face still flushed from the surprise cumshot, mouth tasting like me, pussy dripping uncontrollably — and yet the conflict was written all over her expression: eyebrows furrowed in shame, lips pressed together tightly, eyes darting nervously between my still-rock-hard cock and the door.
She stayed like that for a long moment, kneeling there, one hand unconsciously pressing against her soaked robe right over her aching clit, trying to stop the throbbing. Her chest heaved as she fought for control, the Scent of Lust still thick in the air, making her body burn even hotter despite the guilt screaming in her head. Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath and gathered every ounce of courage she had left.
Tomiko pushed herself up on shaky legs, her robe slipping even lower so one full breast bounced free for a second before she quickly yanked the fabric back up. She stood there for half a heartbeat, staring down at my exposed, still-throbbing cock one last time — eyes wide with that same mix of awe and disbelief — before she leaned in close to my face.
"I am sorry, Jack..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, husky and trembling with shame and lingering desire. Her warm breath brushed my cheek, carrying the faint scent of my own cum on her tongue.
Then she turned and ran.
Her bare feet padded quickly across the wooden floor as she hurried out of the room, robe fluttering around her thighs, the wet spot between her legs still clearly visible from behind. The door clicked shut behind her with a soft, hurried sound, leaving the room suddenly quiet except for the pounding of my own heart.
I stayed "asleep" for a few more seconds, letting the moment sink in.
My cock was still standing tall and thick, glistening with her saliva, harder than ever, and twitching in the cool air now that she was gone.
Through the Telepathy link, I could still faintly sense her racing thoughts as she hurried down the hallway — a whirlwind of guilt, confusion, and that embarrassing, dripping wetness she couldn’t hide.
I deactivated the Scent of Lust ability with a quiet mental command, letting the thick pheromone haze dissolve completely from the air around me.
I stood up slowly, my thick cock still half-hard and heavy between my legs, swaying as I bent down to grab the discarded yukata from the floor.
I tied it loosely around my waist, the thin fabric doing almost nothing to hide the prominent bulge pressing against it, and slipped on a fresh bathrobe over top. Barefoot, I stepped out into the hallway and followed the faint sound of steaming water.
The private onsen was the only real bathing spot in the house — an outdoor hot spring nestled behind the main building, surrounded by smooth stones and bamboo screens. Steam curled lazily into the cool morning air as I approached. Kasumi was already there, completely alone, submerged up to her chest in the crystal-clear, bubbling water.
She was fully naked under the surface.
The hot spring water was so clear that I could see every erotic detail of her mature, voluptuous body beneath the gentle ripples. Her heavy, full breasts floated buoyantly just below the waterline, the soft pale skin glistening wet, nipples dark and thick, already slightly stiffened from the heat.
They swayed and bobbed naturally with every tiny movement she made, the undersides smooth and heavy.
Lower down, her soft belly curved gently underwater, leading to the dark, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair that crowned her pussy — the lips plump and slightly parted by the warm current, a faint sheen of her natural slickness already mixing with the onsen water. Her thick thighs were spread comfortably apart as she soaked, the water lapping teasingly against her most intimate folds.
When she shifted, I caught a clear view of her hairy armpits — the left one fully exposed as she raised her arm to hammer at her shoulder. A wild, untamed tuft of thick black hair grew there, long and natural, completely unshaved for what looked like years.
It was damp and glistening with steam and sweat, the dark curls matted slightly against her smooth skin, giving her a raw, earthy, incredibly erotic look that made my cock twitch hard inside the robe.
That untouched, mature hair under her arms only made her body feel more forbidden and real — like a beautiful, natural woman who had never tried to hide her age or her sensuality.
Kasumi noticed me and blushed softly, cheeks turning a delicate pink. "Jack... you are awake..."