Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 564: Yuko’s Milf Mother- Kasumi

"SHIT—" I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from the heat. "Put your fingers in my mouth," I ordered, my voice sharp with urgency. "Are you a fool, Sister Yuko? Why the hell are you just holding a hot bowl like that?"

Yuko blinked, her dazed expression clearing as she realized her fingers were pressed against my lips. "W-What... what are you doing?!" she stammered, trying to yank her hand back, but I held firm, my grip unyielding.

I pulled her fingers from my mouth and immediately saw the damage—her skin was an angry, burning red, already blistering. My jaw tightened. "Look," I said, my voice rough with frustration as I grabbed her wrist again, dragging her toward the sink. "It’s burned. Come here."

I shoved her hand under the running water, the cold stream hissing against her injured fingers. Yuko tried to pull away, her pride flaring. "Jack, let go! I can do it myself!"

I didn’t listen. "Shut up," I snapped, my voice softer now but no less firm. "You’re not any better than Haruna when it comes to taking care of yourself."

Yuko fell silent, her breath hitching as the cold water numbed the pain. [He’s... touching me. He’s worried about me.] Her thoughts were a chaotic mix of shock and something else—something warmer, something she didn’t dare name. [Why did he...? No one’s ever...]

I kept her hand under the water, my grip gentle but insistent. "You just spaced out and grabbed a burning hot bowl like it was nothing," I muttered, my voice low. "What the hell were you even thinking about?"

Yuko didn’t answer. She just stood there, her fingers trembling slightly beneath the stream, her eyes fixed on the water as if it held the answers to questions she couldn’t voice.

I glanced at her, my expression softening despite my frustration. "You’re hopeless," I said, but there was no real bite in my words. Just a concern. "Stay still. We’re not done yet."

Yuko didn’t argue this time. She just let me take care of her, her thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and something dangerously close to gratitude—something she didn’t want to name.

[This is bad. This is really bad.] [Because for the first time in years... I don’t feel so alone.] [Why don’t I hate him? When he’s holding my hand, why does my heartbeat race like this? Why does it feel like my chest is going to burst?]

I noticed Yuko’s eyes glistening, the tears welling up before one finally slipped free, tracing a path down her cheek. Without thinking, I let go of her hand and reached up, my thumb brushing away the tear.

My voice was softer than I intended. "Why are you crying? It must hurt, but don’t worry—you’ll be fine. It won’t even leave a scar."

She didn’t pull away. She just stared at me, her breath uneven, like she was fighting something inside herself.

I turned off the tap, the water dripping to a stop, and took her hand again, leading her toward the sofa. My voice sharpened as I called out, "Haruna! Come here—now! Your sister’s hurt!"

Haruna came running, her phone clutched in one hand, her face already pale with worry. She was mid-video call, her eyes flicking between Yuko’s tear-streaked face and me. "What happened?! Sister, why are you crying?!"

I didn’t waste time. "Get the first aid box. She burned her finger."

A voice—warm, rich, and laced with urgency—floated from Haruna’s phone. "Haruna? What’s going on? What happened to Yuko? Where is she hurt? Is she bleeding?!"

Kasumi.

Yuko’s body tensed like she’d been struck. I could see it in her face—she knew her mother had jumped to the worst conclusion that she was injured on a mission. That she was bleeding out somewhere, alone.

Haruna quickly set the phone down on the sofa, the screen facing upward. "Sister, you talk to Mom. I’ll get the first aid box."

Yuko’s voice was ice. "Wait—Haruna."

But Haruna was already moving.

Yuko didn’t even look at the phone. She just sat there, her jaw clenched, her fingers curling into fists. But I couldn’t look away. The woman on the screen was stunning—elegant, mature, with a quiet strength that made my pulse spike.

She was nothing like Julie, nothing like the women I’d known. There was something real about her, something that made my chest tighten with an instinctive need to shield her from the world.

I swallowed hard as the phone lay angled toward the ceiling, hiding us from her view.

Kasumi’s voice trembled. "Yuko... I know you don’t want to talk to me. But please, just let me hear your voice. Let me know you’re alright. No matter what, I love you. You’re my precious little girl. No matter how much you push me away, that will never change."

Yuko’s breath hitched. Another tear slipped free.

I nudged her gently. "Sister Yuko... why don’t you take the phone? Your mom is worried."

She turned her head sharply, her eyes burning with something raw and furious. "If you want to talk to her so badly, you do it. I won’t."

I didn’t hesitate. I picked up the phone, and Kasumi’s face filled the screen—her dark eyes wide with concern, her lips parted in surprise as she took me in. "Oh, you must be Jack. Haruna’s told me so much about you..."

Her voice was soft, but the worry beneath it was unmistakable.

I stumbled over my words. "A-Aunt, hello—"

"Can you please tell me what happened to Yuko?" Kasumi’s fingers tightened around something off-screen, her knuckles white. "She won’t speak to me. Is she badly hurt? Is it her hands? Her face? Please, I need to know—"

Yuko’s voice cut through, sharp as a blade. "Don’t tell her anything." She glared at me, her eyes blazing. "She’s not my mother. Hang up."

Kasumi’s breath hitched. "Yuko...?" Her voice cracked. "Baby, please—just let me see you. Let me help. You don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to push everyone away—"

"I said hang up!" Yuko’s voice was a snarl, her hands shaking. "I don’t need her. I don’t want her. Why the hell is she acting like she cares now?!"

Kasumi flinched like she’d been struck. "Yuko..."

Yuko’s laugh was bitter, broken. "You are not my mother.. I have no mother..."

Silence.