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Chapter 1297: Saori’s Wet Uniform
I instantly pulled a towel from system storage and wrapped it around my waist, but didn’t wear anything above. There was some squirt mark on my chest, which looked like sweat.
Using telekinesis, I locked onto Saori’s position. She was in the kitchen, standing in front of the open refrigerator, gulping cold water in an attempt to calm herself.
I moved silently down the hallway and stopped just inside the kitchen doorway. Her back was to me. The neat maid uniform clung to her mature curves as she drank.
Before speaking, I activated both Hand of Arousal and Scent of Lust, letting the subtle, heavy influence wash over her. The air around her thickened with a warm, intoxicating pull that sank straight into her skin and between her legs. Her breathing already hitched once, though she didn’t yet know why.
"Oh..."
Saori spun around so fast that water spilled from the glass, soaking the front of her uniform and plastering the fabric against her full breasts. Her face turned scarlet the moment she saw me. The cold water made her nipples stiffen instantly; even through the bra, they stood out clearly against the wet cloth.
"Mr. Jac... Jack... d-do you need anything?"
Her voice came out higher than usual, almost breathless. Through telepathy, her panicked, increasingly heated thoughts poured out in a rush.
[No... did they really catch me...? I only met Ma’am Kasumi’s eyes... did they tell Jack about it... does he know I was peeking...?]
[And why is he... those abs... OMG... no, Saori, you already have a husband... what are you even thinking... just pretend you watched porn... it was nothing...]
[Why does the air feel so heavy... so warm... my body is getting hot... between my legs... no... not now...]
I kept my voice casual and polite.
"It’s nothing. I was feeling thirsty and wanted some water, so I came out."
I walked closer. Saori’s eyes flicked down my bare torso, lingering on the defined lines of my abs still faintly marked with dried streaks that looked like sweat. Then her gaze dropped lower, to the towel riding low on my hips. Her thoughts spiked again, thicker and more flustered under the growing influence of Scent of Lust.
[What’s that smell... it’s squirt... on him... and even semen... why does it smell so strong... why is my heart beating so fast... my panties... they’re already sticking...]
[Those abs... they’re so defined... so hard... my husband’s stomach is soft... nothing like this... why am I even comparing them... I’m a married woman... I shouldn’t be staring...]
She stiffened, clearly expecting me to reach for her. Instead, I stretched past her, opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a cold water bottle.
I uncapped it and drank slowly, never taking my eyes off the wet patches on her uniform. The cold water had made her nipples even harder; they pushed obscenely against the damp fabric.
I set the bottle down, picked up a clean kitchen towel, and held it out to her.
"Ms. Saori... your clothes. Why don’t you wipe them?"
Saori followed my gaze down to her own chest. The moment she saw how obviously her hard nipples were poking through the wet uniform, she flushed an even deeper red. Her breathing had grown heavier, almost audible.
The Scent of Lust was sinking deeper, turning the residual shock from the bedroom scene into a low, insistent heat between her thighs. Her eyes kept flickering back to my bare stomach despite herself.
[He’s standing so close... those abs are right in front of me... so different from my husband’s... I shouldn’t notice... I shouldn’t feel this warm just from looking...]
She covered her chest with one hand, voice soft and strangely dazed.
"I... it spilled because you startled me... Mr. Jack... could you... help me wipe it...?"
The moment the words left her mouth, her eyes widened in pure shock at herself.
[What did I just ask him...? Why would I ask him to wipe my chest...? What’s wrong with me...? He’s half-naked... those hard abs... and I asked him to touch me...]
I stepped closer without hesitation. Instead of handing her the towel, I pressed the soft cloth firmly against the wet fabric covering her full breasts, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.
The pressure dragged the damp uniform over her stiff nipples. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from Saori’s lips before she could stop it.
"Nnh..."
Her body jerked. She clenched her thighs tightly together under the maid skirt, the movement only making the growing wetness in her panties more obvious. Her thoughts spiraled in embarrassed heat, eyes still drawn to the bare, muscular torso only inches away.
[I moaned... he heard me moan... his hand is pressing right against my tits... rubbing my nipples through the cloth... why does it feel so good... why can’t I move away... my legs are shaking... I’m so wet...]
[Those abs... so close... if I reached out I could touch them... my husband never looked like this... stop thinking that... you’re married... but the heat won’t go away...]
I kept the towel pressed against her, rubbing slowly, feeling the soft weight of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples under the fabric while Saori stood frozen, thighs locked, face burning, the Scent of Lust and Hand of Arousal turning her proper composure into something far softer and more dangerous.
Her shy, embarrassed glances kept returning to my abs, comparing them helplessly to the softer body of the husband waiting at home, the contrast only feeding the growing ache between her tightly clenched legs.
Saori suddenly blushed even deeper and stepped back quickly, almost stumbling. Her voice came out in a breathless stammer as she tried to reclaim some distance.
"I... it’s fine now... thank you... Really, thank you, Mr. Jack... I can handle the rest myself... I think I should go rest for a while... my head feels a little strange..."
She was panting hard, chest rising and falling rapidly under the still-damp uniform. The hard outlines of her nipples remained clearly visible.
Even as she retreated, her eyes dropped lower and locked onto the thick, unmistakable bulge pushing against the towel wrapped around my waist.
Her thoughts flared hot and panicked.
[He is so hard... right now... even from the towel... the shape is so clear... so thick... why am I staring... stop looking...]
She clenched her thighs tighter, the movement only making the wetness in her panties more obvious. The Scent of Lust kept the heat curling low in her belly, refusing to let her calm down.