Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1278: Fumi - “Have You Raised a Lover?”

A visible flush bloomed across Fumi’s cheeks and the upper curve of her chest. Her thighs pressed together almost imperceptibly under the tight black pencil skirt.

[What is this tingling feeling...? It’s going straight down... between my legs... why is it getting warm there...?]

She suddenly pulled her hand back as if she had been lightly shocked, eyes flickering with confusion and the first traces of unwanted arousal. A soft, involuntary shift of her hips made the thick curve of her big ass flex under the skirt.

[What is this feeling...? Am I... getting wet? No... that’s impossible... I just met him...]

She gave a small, sharp shake of her head, trying to force the spreading heat down, but the Hand of Arousal had already left a lingering throb in her nipples and a subtle, growing slickness between her thighs. Her voice returned to its earlier cold, anxious edge when she turned toward Saki, though it now carried a faint, breathy undercurrent she couldn’t quite hide.

"What happened to my brother? How did he faint?"

Even as Fumi spoke, her body remained faintly flushed from earlier. Her nipples were still half-hard, pressing visibly against the thin fabric of her blouse, and the first unwanted sparks of residual desire continued to pulse low in her core.

She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, sharp eyes moving between Saki and me as she waited for an explanation.

Saki had already changed into clean clothes, but it did nothing to erase the sensation between her legs. Thick, warm cum was still slowly seeping out of her well-fucked pussy, soaking into the crotch of her panties in sticky strands.

Every small shift of her thighs made the wet fabric cling and slide against her sensitive, swollen lips. The filthy reminder of what had just happened while Yamamoto lay unconscious only a few rooms away made her both irritated and perversely satisfied.

She shot me a quick, venomous glare when Fumi wasn’t looking, then immediately schooled her face into an expression of nervous concern.

"I don’t know exactly what happened..." Saki began, her voice carefully pitched to sound worried and slightly flustered.

"Jack and I were discussing the case in the study. Yamamoto was helping us bring over some water, and then he just... suddenly fainted. One moment he was fine, the next he was on the floor."

I spoke up in a calm, steady tone, stepping in before Fumi’s suspicion could sharpen further.

"Don’t worry. He’s fine now. He’s already awake and talking. I only called you in a hurry because we weren’t sure what was wrong at first. It looks like simple exhaustion."

Fumi gave a short, disdainful hum. Her eyes narrowed as they settled on Saki with clear distrust.

"Hmph. It’s better if nothing serious happened to him. Otherwise..." Her gaze lingered on Saki with open warning. "See how I deal with you."

With that, Fumi turned on her heel and strode into the bedroom where Yamamoto was resting. Saki and I followed a few steps behind.

The wetness in Saki’s panties shifted uncomfortably with every step, a thick glob of cum choosing that exact moment to leak out and trickle along her inner thigh.

The moment Yamamoto saw his older sister, he tried to push himself up on the pillows, looking apologetic and a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Sister... Saki, you really shouldn’t have bothered Sister Fumi over something so small."

He then looked directly at Fumi, offering a weak but reassuring smile.

"Sister, don’t worry. I’m fine. I just felt dizzy for a moment, that’s all. It might be because I haven’t been resting these past few days properly..."

Fumi’s expression immediately sharpened with protective anger. She spun toward Saki, her voice rising.

"What? Why hasn’t he been resting? What exactly have you been doing with my brother, Saki? He’s clearly worn down to the point of collapsing!"

Saki’s thoughts flared with pure, venomous irritation mixed with dark, erotic amusement.

[Hmph. Look at this self-righteous bitch... I really want to slap that look off her face.]

[She’s standing there accusing me while her precious brother’s cum is still dripping out of my pussy...]

Outwardly, however, she kept her voice soft and slightly panicked, eyes widening with perfectly feigned distress.

"I... I went to my mother’s place for a few days. That’s all. I needed to handle some family matters. I didn’t realize he was pushing himself so hard while I was gone..."

Fumi’s voice rose another notch, disbelief and anger mixing in her tone.

"What? You left him alone for days and ran off to your mother’s place? While he was clearly overworking himself?"

Her eyes narrowed into suspicious slits. The next words left her mouth like an accusation.

"You haven’t raised a lover out there, have you? Running around behind my brother’s back and deceiving him while you pretend to be the caring wife?"

The accusation hit the air like a slap. Saki’s eyes widened in perfectly performed panic. She quickly waved her hands in denial, her voice rising with exaggerated earnestness and a tremor that sounded almost like tears.

"No, Sister Fumi! How can you even think something like that...? I would never do such a thing! I love Yamamoto! I would never cheat on him!"

But inside her mind, the thoughts were filthy, triumphant, and dripping with contempt.

[Yeah... I even fucked someone else right in front of your precious brother. Cuckolded him. His own wife getting her pussy filled and pumped full of another man’s cum while he stood there watching it... and now it’s still leaking into my panties while you stand here accusing me.]

[Hmph. Keep talking, you self-righteous bitch. If you only knew how wet and used my cunt still is right now... how your brother’s ’loving wife’ is standing here with another man’s load slowly dripping out of her...]

[I should feel guilty... but all I feel is that sticky warmth between my legs and the urge to laugh in your face.]

Saki kept her expression perfectly distraught, even forcing a slight shine of tears into her eyes as she continued her denial, while deep inside she savored both the risk and the vulgar secret that Fumi was standing close enough to smell if she only leaned in a little closer.