Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 536: Hannah’s Bitter Envy

"She pushed me away. Told me I should be with you instead." My jaw clenched. "Said you deserved happiness more than she ever could."

Hannah’s expression shifted—shock giving way to something slower, something that looked almost like guilt. "I knew something was wrong," she whispered, her voice hollow with realization.

"This is what you’ve been hiding all this time." Her gaze locked onto mine, and for the first time, I saw the flicker of something unspoken pass between us—something that felt dangerously like understanding.

Hannah’s face paled, her fingers trembling against her lips. "That stupid, self-sacrificing—!" She cut herself off with a sharp exhale, her eyes darting to Yuko before dropping to the ground. "So all this time... she’s been hurting because of me?"

"Because of her own damn nobility," I corrected, my voice bitter. "She’d rather suffer in silence than risk making you unhappy."

Hannah’s shoulders slumped, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh God... Jack, what are we going to do?"

I met her gaze, my expression serious. "We’re going to force her hand." I gestured subtly toward Yuko. "That’s why she’s here."

Hannah’s eyes followed my gesture, her brow furrowing as she took in Yuko’s rigid posture. "Wait—you want Sister Yuko to... what, exactly?"

I explained the plan in detail—the deception, the carefully orchestrated betrayal, the way Haruna would finally crack under the pressure of her sister’s perceived treachery. Hannah listened in growing horror, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

"You can’t be serious," she breathed when I finished, her voice trembling. "You want me to pretend to be heartbroken? To make Haruna think I’m suffering because of her own sister?" She shook her head violently. "Jack, that’s cruel! That’s—"

"Necessary," I cut in, my voice firm. "Haruna won’t fight for herself. But she’ll fight for you. And she’ll fight for what she thinks is rightfully hers." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a bare whisper. "You said it yourself—she’s a dumb, silly girl who puts everyone before herself. This is the only way to make her see the truth."

Hannah’s breath came in sharp, pained gasps. "But what about Sister Yuko? She’ll be the villain in all this! Haruna will hate her!"

"Temporarily," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "And Yuko knows that. She’s agreed to it."

Hannah’s eyes widened. "She agreed to this? To be the bad guy?"

I nodded. "Because she loves her sister enough to take the hit if it means Haruna finally gets what she wants."

Hannah’s expression twisted, her voice breaking. "And what about me? What am I supposed to do when Haruna sees me ’heartbroken’? When she thinks I’m suffering because of her sister?"

"You act," I said, my voice steady but edged with something colder—something that made the air between us feel heavier. "And you make it convincing. No half-measures, no hesitation." I let my words sink in, watching as Hannah’s fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

"Because when Haruna sees you in pain—when she truly believes Yuko betrayed you both—" My voice dropped, deliberate. "She won’t just react. She’ll break. And when she does..." A slow breath. "She’ll finally stop hiding behind her feelings for me."

Hannah’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. "Does Sister Yuko even agree to this plan?" Her voice wavered, just slightly, as if she already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.

I nodded once, sharply. "She will."

The air between us thickened as she studied me, her dark eyes locked onto mine, unblinking. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension, until her voice finally cut through it—softer now, laced with something fragile. "You’re not actually thinking of taking Sister Yuko after this, are you?" Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying the calm she tried to fake. There was a plea in her tone, thinly veiled, like she was begging me to lie to her.

I didn’t.

Instead, I let the silence hang between us, thick and suffocating, before answering in a voice barely above a whisper. "What’s wrong with that?" My lips curled slightly as I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "She’s beautiful. You’d have to be blind not to notice."

Hannah’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster. "Do you want to be so cruel, Hannah?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Or do you just want what’s best for you?" Her gaze burned into mine, searching for something—reassurance, maybe, or a crack in my resolve.

I didn’t look away. "Think about it," I murmured, stepping closer. The heat of her body radiated against mine. "Wouldn’t it be better for both of them to follow me? To live freely... happily?" My fingers brushed against the doorframe, tracing the wood lazily, as if the future I painted were already unfolding beyond it. "Like you and your mother do now."

Hannah’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. She pressed herself against me, her lips grazing my ear as she hissed, "Tell me the truth... is it because her tits are bigger than mine?" Her voice was raw, dripping with jealousy. "Is that why you want her?"

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. I turned my head just enough to let my lips brush the shell of her ear. "Are you jealous, Hannah?"

She let out a frustrated whimper, her nails digging into my arm. "Hmph... of course I’m jealous!" Her voice cracked, her body trembling against mine. "All the beautiful ones will come here... how am I supposed to compete? I can handle Haruna, but her?" Her fingers clenched into fists. "Sister Yuko’s tits are huge—just like Mom’s. How can I compare to that?"

I smirked, my hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against me. "Why compare?" I teased, my thumb tracing circles over the fabric of her top, just above where her nipples hardened beneath. "Smaller tits have their own charm... perky, easy to play with." I pinched lightly, and she gasped, her back arching into my touch.

"Then why do you like them big?" she demanded, her voice a breathless whine. "Mine are good enough... aren’t they?" Her eyes flickered with insecurity, but her tone was defiant, desperate for validation.

I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above hers. "Because," I growled, my free hand sliding up to cup her breast, squeezing just enough to make her moan, "I can bury my cock between them. Feel them press around me, soft and warm..." My thumb flicked over her nipple again, and she shuddered. "The way they jiggle when I fuck her from behind..." I let the words hang in the air, watching her squirm. "You can’t imagine how good that feels."