Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1152: Fumiko’s Whispered Caution

Kasumi’s breath hitched, her voice a whisper. "Jack..." She leaned into my touch, her hand covering mine, her fingers trembling. "No, you didn’t hurt me.. I am just happy... I love you "

The words hit me like a physical blow, and I felt my chest tighten. I leaned in, my forehead pressing against hers, my eyes closing as I let the moment wash over me.

The world around us faded away, the hum of the store, the soft music, the distant chatter of other customers—all of it melted into the background. There was only us, only this moment, only the heat of her skin against mine, the way her breath mingled with mine.

I kissed her then, my lips finding hers in a slow, deep press. It wasn’t hungry or desperate—it was tender, a kiss that carried the weight of everything we’d been through, everything we were, everything we could be.

Her lips were soft, warm, and they parted for me without hesitation, her breath mingling with mine as our kiss deepened.

When we finally pulled apart, Kasumi’s face was flushed a deep, rosy pink, her lips slightly swollen from the pressure of our kiss, her eyes shining with a mix of love, embarrassment, and something else—something that looked suspiciously like worry.

She rested her forehead against mine, her breath coming in short, panting gasps, her fingers still clutching at my shirt as if she were afraid to let go. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "we’re in public..."

I chuckled, my voice a low murmur, the sound vibrating against her lips. "I know, Oka-san..." I pressed one last, lingering kiss to her mouth, savoring the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath. When I pulled back, my gaze locked onto hers, unwavering. "But I don’t care..."

Kasumi pulled back slightly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes flickered downward, and I followed her gaze to the unmistakable bulge in my pants, still straining against the fabric. Her expression shifted instantly—her flush deepened, but not from embarrassment this time.

It was anxiety, pure and raw, that flickered across her face. Her fingers tightened around my shirt, her nails digging into the fabric as if she were trying to anchor herself.

I used my telepathy to tune into her thoughts, and what I heard made my chest tighten.

[What should I do...? Jack must be hurting a lot... He’s even injured... It’s not good for his health to do anything sexual... Because as his heartbeat increases, his blood flow will also increase... and he has an injury in his carotid artery... which might get hurt... But how should I say this to him...? Fumiko told me about this... secretly...]

The worry in her thoughts was palpable, a storm of concern and fear that she was trying so hard to hide. Her gaze darted back up to my face, her eyes wide and uncertain, as if she were searching for any sign of pain or discomfort.

The way she bit her lower lip, the way her fingers trembled against my chest—it was clear she was torn between her desire for me and her need to protect me.

I saw the worried expression settle over her face, her brows knitting together slightly, her voice catching in her throat as if she were trying to find the right words. But she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

I took her hand in mine, my thumb brushing over her knuckles, my voice gentle but firm. "Oka-san..." I said, my gaze softening as I looked at her. "What happened?" I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, my voice steady, my smile warm.

Kasumi’s eyes searched mine, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and relief. [Is he angry at me...?] The question echoed in her mind, her gaze flickering over my face as if she were trying to read my expression, to gauge my mood.

She must have seen something there—some reassurance, some sign that I wasn’t upset—because her shoulders relaxed slightly, though the worry didn’t completely fade from her eyes.

I could feel the tension in her, the way her body was still coiled with concern. She wasn’t just worried about my injury—she was worried about us, about the way we’d gotten carried away, about the fact that she’d been the one to pull back. But she didn’t need to apologize. Not for this.

Kasumi asked in a low voice, " Are you angry at me?"

I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, my voice a whisper. "I’m not angry, Oka-san..." I said, my gaze never leaving hers. "I could never be angry at you..."

Kasumi’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around mine as if she were afraid I’d let go. The relief in her eyes was evident, but so was the lingering guilt. She knew she’d been the one to stop us, and part of her was still wrestling with whether it had been the right decision.

I leaned in, my forehead pressing against hers once more, my voice a murmur. "You’re taking care of me..." I said, my thumb brushing away a fresh tear that had escaped her eye. "That’s all that matters..."

Kasumi let out a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. "Jack..." She leaned into me, her other hand pressing gently against my chest, right over my heart. She could feel its steady rhythm beneath her palm—a small comfort, proof that I was okay. "You promise you’re fine...?"

I noticed the bulge in my pants had calmed now. Seeing her emotional state, I didn’t press the matter.

I nodded, my voice soft but steady. "I promise, Oka-san..." I pressed another kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering against her skin. "Now, let’s go home... before Haruna starts thinking we actually forgot to buy her something..."

Kasumi let out a soft, watery laugh, the sound like music to my ears—light, fragile, and so her. She pulled back slightly, her fingers still tangled with mine, her gaze flickering between my eyes and my lips.

For a moment, it looked like she wanted to say something else—maybe to apologize for pulling away, maybe to confess how much she wanted to stay in that moment with me. But the words seemed to catch in her throat, her thoughts still tangled in worry and love.

Instead, she just nodded, her voice quiet, her grip tightening slightly as if she were afraid to let go. "Okay..."

We made our way to the counter, the black lingerie set already wrapped in sleek tissue paper. But as we stood there, I caught sight of the red set we’d talked about earlier—deep, passionate crimson, the lace even more daring than the black.