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Chapter 480: The Kick Under the Table
Julie’s eyes flicked between Haruna and me, her expression growing more concerned with each passing second. She could sense the tension, the unspoken currents running between us, even if she didn’t know the cause. Her thoughts were a mix of concern and curiosity:
[What happened to this cheerful girl? She was fine just a little while ago. Did Jack say something to her? Or... or did he force her? But no, Jack isn’t like that. ]
[He wouldn’t really force someone. And anyway, I don’t think there’s any woman who wouldn’t like Jack, or feel forced when she’s with him. He has a way about him that just... draws people in. Makes them want him.]
Her thoughts trailed off as she looked at Haruna, her expression softening with concern. [Does she really miss her mom so much? Should I...]She was thinking about Haruna, about what she could do to help her.
But suddenly, Julie’s expression changed, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "Haruna," she said gently, reaching out to take Haruna’s hand. "If you really want to meet your mom, your aunt can take you to Japan anytime."
Haruna’s eyes widened dramatically, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as her breath hitched audibly. The hope in her voice trembled like a delicate flower in the wind, mixing with the disbelief that made her perfect lips part slightly. "Really, Aunt?" she asked, her voice carrying both emotions in equal measure, creating a bittersweet melody that made my cock twitch.
Julie nodded gently, her eyes flicking to me briefly before returning to Haruna with motherly concern. The way her gaze softened as she looked at Haruna made something tighten in my chest.
"Anyway," she continued, her voice carrying the gentle cadence of a lullaby, "Jack can book a private plane, and we can go there and come back anytime we want." Her hand reached out to cover Haruna’s, the gesture so maternal it made my throat feel strangely constricted.
Haruna nodded slightly, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotion: [Aunt Julie is really kind... She’s genuinely worried about me... But why? Does she suspect something? Or is she just being her usual caring self? I don’t know... I don’t know anything anymore... Except that I need him... I need him so much..]
The way her fingers trembled slightly under Julie’s hand, the way her breath came in short little gasps - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut. I could feel her pain, her longing, her desperate need for me, and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
Julie looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, "What do you say, Jack?"
I met Julie’s gaze with practiced neutrality, my expression carefully schooled into calm indifference as I spoke. "I’m okay with it," I said, my voice carrying just the right note of casual acceptance.
"Anyway, I always listen to my elders’ orders." The words themselves were innocent enough, but the way I emphasized "elders" made Julie’s eyes flash with sudden irritation, her fingers tightening around her fork.
The kick came sharp and sudden under the table, the impact making me wince slightly as pain bloomed through my shin. But rather than lessening my dark satisfaction, the pain only mixed with it, creating a heady cocktail that made my cock pulse violently in my pants. The dual sensations - her physical reaction and my psychological response - fed each other in a dark symphony that made my breath catch.
I noticed Hannah watching us with a keen eye, her thoughts a whirlwind of amusement, curiosity, and a hint of mischief. [Hmm... Jack is really something else... The way he teases Mom, it’s almost as if he’s playing a game that only he knows the rules to... He thinks nobody sees through him, but I do. I see everything.
That night, he pretended to be asleep, but I knew better. He was wide awake, bullying me under the guise of slumber. And then, he had the audacity to call me Julie. Does he think I don’t notice? Does he think I don’t care?
But I do notice, and I do care. I see the way he smirks when he thinks no one is looking. I see the way he tries to play us all against each other. And I see the way he enjoys every minute of it.
He’s clever, I’ll give him that. But he’s not as clever as he thinks. I know his game, and I know how to play it. I just need to bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to strike back. And when that moment comes, he’ll see that I’m not just some pawn in his little game. I’m a player, too. And I play to win.]
The way her thoughts spiraled, the way her eyes flicked between us with growing suspicion - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut like a living thing. I could feel her curiosity, her suspicion, her reluctant fascination - and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
Julie’s eyes were still flashing with irritation, her thoughts a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement: [He’s such a brat... Calling me his elder like that... But I can’t even be properly mad at him...] Her mental voice carried a note of fond exasperation.
[He’s just... He’s just Jack...]The way her eyes softened slightly as she looked at me, the way her lips curled into a small, reluctant smile - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut.
As we continued our journey, the atmosphere in the car grew heavier, and each of us was lost in our own thoughts. Hannah’s gaze was fixed on the passing scenery, but her mind was elsewhere, churning with a mix of concern, curiosity, and something darker, something more primal.
[But there’s something else going on here... Something with Haruna...] Her eyes flicked to Haruna, who was sitting quietly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Hannah’s expression grew more concerned, more perplexed. [She’s acting so strangely... And Jack... He’s acting strangely too...]
There was a tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that seemed to wrap around us all like a shroud. The way Hannah’s gaze lingered on Haruna’s trembling fingers, the way her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me—it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in her gut. There was a tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that seemed to wrap around us all like a shroud.
Julie broke the silence, her voice gentle but firm. "Haruna, do you want to go to Japan?"
Haruna’s response was quiet, almost hesitant. "Thank you, Aunt Julie... I need to talk to my sister about it."
Julie nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. "It’s okay, Haruna... Don’t treat your Aunt Julie as an outsider... If you need anything, ask your Aunt, okay?"
Haruna nodded quietly, her fingers still trembling slightly as she clasped her hands together. There was a vulnerability in her posture, a fragility that seemed to beg for protection.