Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1137: Fumiko’s Dangerous Questions

Kasumi’s face turned beet red in an instant. "F-Fumiko! What kind of question is that—?!" she sputtered, her hands flying to her cheeks as she glanced at me, her eyes wide with horror.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, but the look on Kasumi’s face was priceless—mortified, flustered, and utterly adorable.

Fumiko grinned wickedly, leaning in slightly, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her coat. "Oh, come on, Kasumi... It’s a standard question. Do you want me to check or not?"

Kasumi groaned, covering her face with her hands. "You’re doing this on purpose...!"

Fumiko laughed, the sound musical and teasing. "Maybe..." She glanced at me, her eyes dancing. "Look, he got scared..."

That was my cue.

I stood up, clearing my throat. "I’ll... uh... give you two some privacy..." I said, trying to keep a straight face as I headed for the door.

Behind me, I heard Fumiko’s laugh, rich and amused. "Look, he got scared..."

Kasumi hissed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. "You are deliberately making me embarrassed in front of him...!"

I smiled to myself as I leaned against the wall, the sound of their voices filtering through the door. The corridor was empty, the nurses having slipped out—likely to give Kasumi privacy for her examination. But the lack of cameras in this VIP section of the hospital was a bonus. No one would see me if I decided to sneak back in.

And I did.

With a flick of my powers, I activated my invisibility and teleported inside the room.

The scene before me was intimate, almost cozy. Kasumi was lying on a recliner, her kimono slightly parted, revealing the soft curve of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts.

Fumiko sat on a single-seater sofa beside her, her long legs crossed, her lab coat riding up just enough to tease a glimpse of her toned thighs. Her dark eyes were sharp, knowing, as she studied Kasumi’s face.

Fumiko smiled softly, her voice warm. "Kasumi... I feel you’ve changed... and become better... as if to say, more lively. And I see you’re happy..."

Kasumi sighed, her fingers twisting the fabric of her kimono. "Yeah... My daughters are back... I’m spending time with them..." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "And Jack... he takes care of me... to the point of spoiling me..."

Fumiko noticed the tension in Kasumi’s voice, the way her face tightened at the mention of my name. "What? Do you think there’s something wrong with Jack... or is he not good to Haruna?"

Kasumi shook her head quickly, her voice firm. "No... that’s not—"

Fumiko interrupted, her tone gentle but insistent. "Kasumi... I’m not just your doctor. I’m your psychologist... and more than that, I’m your friend..."

She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her cleavage pressing together as she fixed Kasumi with a serious look. "Just tell me... Is there something bothering you? If you don’t deal with it, it will only grow bigger..."

I used my telepathy, tuning into Kasumi’s thoughts.

[No... I cannot talk about Jack... Can I tell her that I had a wet dream about my son-in-law? No... No...]

Her mind was a whirlwind of shame and conflict, the memory of last night still fresh and vivid. She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her kimono as she struggled with herself.

Kasumi shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don’t know, Fumiko... It’s just..." She trailed off, her eyes flickering toward the door, as if sensing my presence even though she couldn’t see me.

Fumiko sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Kasumi... you know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you..."

Kasumi closed her eyes, her breath shaky. "I... I just..." She paused, her mind racing. [What if she thinks I’m a pervert? What if she tells someone?] "I think I’m just... tired. That’s all..."

Fumiko raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Tired? Kasumi, you’ve been taking sleeping pills. If you were just tired, you’d be sleeping like a baby..." She smirked slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Unless... there’s something else keeping you up at night...?"

Kasumi’s face turned scarlet, her hands flying to her cheeks. "F-Fumiko! Stop it!" she stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation.

Fumiko laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Oh, come on, Kasumi... I’ve known you for years. I can tell when something’s bothering you..." She leaned in again, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Kasumi gasped, her eyes widening as she glanced at the door again, her heart pounding. [Oh god... She knows... She KNOWS...]

Kasumi bit her lip, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. She wanted to confide in her friend, but the shame was too great, the memory of last night still burning in her mind. [How can I tell her? How can I admit that I... that I wanted him...? That I dreamed of him... that I... came for him...?]

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "I... I just need some rest, Fumiko. That’s all..."

But Fumiko wasn’t buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and knowing. "Oh? Then why do you get so tense when I mention Jack?" She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper, her fingers pressing gently against Kasumi’s arm.

"Is there something wrong with him? Are you worried about your daughter?" Her eyes darkened slightly, her tone turning serious.

"I know he’s a billionaire, and he’s so young... Are you worried he might be playing with Haruna? Using her like a plaything and then abandoning her?"

Kasumi opened her mouth to protest, but Fumiko held up a hand, cutting her off.

"And Jack..." Fumiko sighed dramatically, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Oh, Kasumi... Do you really think he’s as innocent as he seems?" She shook her head, her tone turning mocking.

"He’s a billionaire, Kasumi. A young, handsome billionaire. You think a man like that doesn’t have secrets? That he doesn’t have experience?" She paused, her eyes gleaming. "I’ve read cases, Kasumi. Rich men like him... they have appetites. And they don’t always... control them."