Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1259: Claire In The Back Seat

I looked at her steadily.

"I will not take it back. It is yours now. Just accept it."

Akane’s body went rigid. For a split second she simply stared at me through the mask, as if the finality in my voice had stripped away every last argument she had left.

Then she closed the distance in two sharp steps and slapped me hard across the face.

The sound cracked through the quiet night air, sharp and full of everything she couldn’t say. My head turned slightly from the force; the sting bloomed across my cheek.

"I hate you... I hate you..."

Her voice broke completely on the second declaration. The words came out raw, almost desperate. Before I could reach for her, she turned on her heel and vanished in a swirl of black cloak and suppressed presence, the rooftop her clear destination.

I tracked her instantly with telekinesis, the invisible threads of my awareness following the exact path she took.

She had dropped into a tight crouch against one of the roof vents, knees pulled hard to her chest, mask still firmly in place, shoulders shaking as she cried in complete silence with her head buried against her arms. The black fabric of her cloak pooled around her like she was trying to disappear into it.

I touched the faint red mark on my cheek and chuckled under my breath, the sound low and private.

Soon this slap will be returned to Akane’s ass. Let her feel the guilt for a while. The more she fights it, the less she’ll be able to control what she already feels. Every tear she sheds now is only going to make the next meeting harder for her.

I remained where I was in the open courtyard, deliberately letting my posture sag. I raised a hand and wiped at my face as if brushing away tears that weren’t there, keeping my expression carefully wounded and downcast.

I even let my shoulders drop a fraction more, playing the part of someone who had just been rejected and struck for confessing something real. Through the lingering telepathic thread, I felt her attention snap back to me at once. Even while crying, even while hiding, she was still watching every small movement I made.

Her thoughts spilled over in a messy, painful flood she couldn’t fully suppress.

[I... I shouldn’t have hit him. Why did I hit him? My heart... it’s hurting so badly it feels like it’s being crushed. I... I don’t know what I should do anymore... He looked so calm when he said he wouldn’t take it back. And then I slapped him. Like a coward.]

She pressed her forehead harder against her knees, the mask scraping softly against the fabric of her cloak. Her shoulders trembled with another quiet sob.

[I can’t let my feelings destroy Jack’s relationship with Haruna. She’s his girlfriend. I’m the outsider. I’m the one who should never have let things get this far. It’s best for me to disappear... for a while.]

[Don’t contact Jack at all. Don’t come near him. Yes... this way... at least he can stay with her without me getting in the way. Without me ruining everything just because I couldn’t control my own heart.]

I stayed in the courtyard a little longer, still wearing the quiet, hurt expression, giving her every reason to sink deeper into that guilt.

I even turned slightly as if I were about to walk away with heavy steps, then stopped and looked up at the empty night sky like someone trying to collect themselves.

All the while, the healing factor I had forced into her continued to hum steadily inside her body—an unremovable, infinite reminder of everything she was trying so hard to run from.

Every second she spent crying on that rooftop only tightened the invisible thread I had already wrapped around her.

Then my phone rang. Saki’s name lit up the screen. I answered on the second ring.

"I’m already at my husband’s place... how long are you gonna take?" Her voice was low, a little breathless, clearly trying to stay quiet inside the house.

I replied with a calm, almost lazy tone.

"Soon. Just wait for my surprise..."

I ended the call, slipped the phone away, and chuckled under my breath. The game with Akane could wait. Saki was ready, and I had no intention of keeping a married woman waiting too long when she was already this nervous.

I walked back toward the entrance and gestured for the three bodyguards.

"Jayden, Claire, Yelena—come with me."

They fell in without question. A few minutes later, we were in the car. Jayden took the wheel, focused and silent. Yelena sat in the front passenger seat, arms crossed, still carrying a faint residual sulk from earlier.

I stretched out across the back seat and settled my head comfortably on Claire’s lap, turning my face inward so my cheek rested against the soft plane of her stomach.

My warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of her top with every exhale, brushing directly over her skin.

Claire’s body tensed slightly beneath me. A faint blush crept up her neck as she looked down at the back of my head, clearly feeling the heat of my breath so close to her. She didn’t push me off, but her fingers curled lightly against the seat, and her breathing grew just a fraction shallower.

I didn’t stay polite for long.

I shifted lower, dragging my face down across her stomach until my mouth hovered right over the waistband of her jeans.

My hot breath poured straight through the denim, concentrated right against the soft mound of her pussy. I exhaled slowly, deliberately, letting the warm air soak into the fabric and heat the sensitive flesh underneath.

Then I pressed my mouth closer, breathing harder, the damp heat of each exhale spreading over her clothed cunt.

Claire’s thighs twitched.

"Nnngh... Jack..." she whispered, voice already unsteady. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out of her when I exhaled again, longer and hotter, right against her clit through the jeans. "That’s... too close... aah..."

I kept going—slow, filthy breaths, nose and lips dragging lightly over the seam of her jeans, flooding the fabric with heat until she could feel every warm puff against her pussy.

Another moan, higher this time, escaped her throat. Her hand came down to rest on the back of my head, not quite pushing me away, not quite pulling me closer.

From the front seats came the unmistakable sound of laughter.

Yelena twisted around, eyes gleaming with mean amusement.

"Look at Claire... already moaning just from his breath on her cunt. And she’s still got her jeans on. Pathetic."

Jayden glanced in the rearview mirror, a low chuckle escaping her as she drove.

"She’s dripping, I bet. All that hot breath right on her pussy and she’s trying so hard to stay quiet. Keep going, Jack—make her moan louder."