Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1139: Fumiko: Jack Is A Pervert

Kasumi bit her lip, her fingers twisting the fabric of her kimono as she glanced at Fumiko, her eyes filled with conflict. "Do you think I should avoid Jack... or distance myself from him?" Her voice was hesitant, her cheeks flushed with shame and fear.

Fumiko paused, her mind racing as she studied Kasumi’s face. [I don’t know what her situation will be... She clearly likes Jack, that is for sure... I am just distracting her...] She sighed softly, her voice gentle but firm.

"No... You don’t need to avoid him... Just get along with him... as you always did..." She paused, her eyes searching Kasumi’s. "Just confirm whether you really love him or not."

Kasumi looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. "How would I know...?" She shook her head, her tears welling up again.

"And I am in my 50s... Jack is in his 20s... There’s a 30-year age gap between us..." Her voice was thick with despair, as if the age difference alone was enough to condemn her feelings.

Fumiko grabbed Kasumi’s hand, her grip warm and reassuring. "Then tell me... How do you feel around Jack?" Her voice was soft, her eyes kind but probing.

Kasumi hesitated, her fingers trembling in Fumiko’s grip. "I feel... happy..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "And safe around him... I feel as long as he is here, nothing bad will happen..." She paused, her eyes distant, as if reliving memories.

"You don’t know... When Tomiko was in trouble because of that bastard Daiki... it was Jack who helped... And when I was in trouble... facing my mother-in-law’s accusations... it was Jack who took a stand for me..." Her voice grew stronger, her eyes shining with gratitude and something deeper.

"Even when he noticed I was feeling down, he took me camping... He massages my shoulders whenever he feels I’m tired... He even cooks for us..."

She paused, her voice breaking. "I... don’t want to lose him... I’m afraid... I can’t imagine my life without him... being with us..."

Fumiko’s thoughts raced as she listened to Kasumi’s confession. [Situation is quite serious... Jack is also questionable... Does some son-in-law really do all this for his mother-in-law? Or does he also like Kasumi?]

She frowned, her mind analyzing every detail.

[Jack is a billionaire... so he can’t be after Kasumi’s family property... If he really loves Kasumi... then what about Haruna? Shit... This situation is more complicated... Let’s not draw conclusions first before talking with Jack...]

Fumiko leaned in, her voice gentle but curious. "Kasumi... then... how do you think Jack feels about you? Do you feel he also has feelings for you?"

Kasumi sighed, her cheeks flushing. "I... I don’t know..." She paused, her eyes flickering with memory. "But... when we went camping... he hugged me and let me sleep on his arm... I could feel his heartbeat was high..."

Fumiko’s eyebrows shot up, her voice turning playful but sharp. "What? You have already slept together?"

Kasumi shook her head violently, her face burning crimson. "No! It’s not what you think..." She stammered, her hands waving in denial. "Didn’t I tell you that day? I met my mother-in-law in a bad mood... so Jack was helping me talk out of it... comforting me..."

Fumiko raised an eyebrow, her voice teasing. "What about your daughters? Didn’t they find it out... letting Jack sleep with their mother?"

Kasumi shook her head again, her voice firm. "No... Jack really treats me like a mother... even better than my own daughters..."

She paused, her eyes distant. "I remember that day at camping... it was Haruna and Yuko... they asked Jack to take care of me... knowing Jack really knows how to take care of me... so they went to their tent... leaving Jack and me alone..."

She sighed, her voice soft. "We had no choice but to lie together... and the tent was small..."

Fumiko leaned back, her eyes narrowing as she analyzed Kasumi’s words. "I think Jack has improper thoughts about you..." Her voice was serious, her gaze sharp. "Who would treat their mother-in-law like that? Don’t you also find it strange, Kasumi?"

Kasumi shook her head angrily, but her thoughts betrayed her. [But... Jack did get a boner when he was around me... poking it... No...] Her face flushed deeper, her mind racing.

Fumiko noticed the change in Kasumi’s expression. As a psychologist, she had a grasp of micro-expressions, and she knew Kasumi was hiding something. "What do you remember? Anything?" Her voice was gentle but insistent.

Kasumi shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I don’t..."

Fumiko pressed further, her voice soft but firm. "Kasumi, if you keep hiding it... How can I help you analyze it?"

Kasumi sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "That... Jack... did get... hard... that day..." Her voice was barely audible, her face burning with shame and embarrassment.

Fumiko gasped, her eyes widening. "Then what did you do?"

Kasumi shook her head quickly, her voice firm. "No, we did nothing..." She paused, her fingers twisting her kimono. "Jack... Jack said... he doesn’t know why he gets like that when he is with me alone..."

Fumiko scoffed, her voice turning sharp. "He is a pervert... Kasumi, I think Jack is just lusting after your body..."

Kasumi shook her head, her voice trembling. "What? No... What is left in this body of an old lady to lust after...?" Her eyes were wide, her heart pounding with hurt and disbelief.

Fumiko looked at Kasumi, her gaze tracing the curves of her body—her heavy, full breasts, her wide, child-bearing hips, her thick thighs. "Haven’t you looked in the mirror?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm.

"Don’t you know you look like you’re in your 30s... or max in your 40s? Who would know your real age just by looking at you?"

Kasumi wasn’t angry, but her voice was hesitant. "So... do you think Jack likes... me?"

Fumiko nodded, her voice serious. "Not like you... but like your body..."

Kasumi frowned, her mind racing. "Isn’t that right...? If he likes my body, then he must also like me..."

Fumiko sighed, her voice turning exasperated. "Kasumi, are you a 10-year-old child?" She leaned in, her voice sharp.

"Listen to yourself... He is clearly lusting after your body... Once he gets your body... he will throw you away... like a used substance..." She paused, her gaze intense. "And who knows? He might have even approached your daughter just to sleep with you..."