Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 566: Slapping Haruna’s Ass

"Jack..." Her voice trembled, thick with barely contained emotion. She pressed her lips together, as if trying to compose herself, before continuing in a rush. "Please... take care of Haruna for me. And Yuko—" Her voice broke. "Even when she acts like she doesn’t need it."

"I will," I promised, my voice steady despite the tightness in my chest. The weight of her trust settled on my shoulders.

Kasumi hesitated, then added in a softer tone, "You can come to Japan. To meet me." Her eyes searched mine through the screen, hopeful yet uncertain. "With Haruna... and Yuko, if she’ll come. I would... I would like that very much."

The vulnerability in her expression made my heart ache. "Don’t worry, Aunt," I said firmly. "I’ll bring them both to you. I promise."

A small, trembling smile curved her lips. "Thank you, Jack," she whispered before the screen darkened.

The moment the call ended, the dam broke. Haruna launched herself at me, her small frame shaking with sobs. "Jack!" Her voice was muffled against my chest as she clung to me. "I just want my family to be whole again. Why does everything have to be so hard?"

I wrapped my arms around her, one hand cradling the back of her head as I pressed my lips to her hair. My gaze drifted toward Yuko’s closed door, where I knew she was probably sitting in the dark, fighting her own battles.

We were all fractured in different ways—Yuko with her walls of thorns, Kasumi with her ocean of regret, Haruna with her desperate hope, and me... caught in the middle, wanting to fix what I couldn’t fully understand.

But maybe that was the point.

Maybe healing wasn’t about fixing the broken pieces perfectly. Maybe it was about holding them together, even when they didn’t quite fit yet.

I tightened my hold on Haruna, making another silent promise—not just to Kasumi, but to all of us.

We would find our way back to each other.

Even if we had to do it one painful, beautiful piece at a time.

body trembling, her grip on my hand so tight it almost hurt.

And I realized—she wasn’t just broken.

She was terrified.

Terrified of needing someone. Terrified of letting anyone in.

But for the first time, she wasn’t pushing me away.

And that was enough.

Overhearing Yuko and Kasumi’s conversation, I realized there had to be more to the story. Yuko’s anger wasn’t just about her mother’s plea to abandon the assassin’s life and embrace normalcy. There was something deeper, something unspoken. If it were anything less, SERA would’ve already uncovered it.

I turned to Haruna, her small frame trembling in my arms, her tears warm against my skin. Gently, I wiped them away, my thumb brushing her cheek. "Don’t cry," I murmured, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "I’ll fix everything. I promise."

Haruna nodded slowly, her fingers clutching at my sleeve like a lifeline. "I believe you," she whispered. "I haven’t seen sister laugh or chat with anyone the way she does with you. And today... she actually spoke to Mom. Even if it was just yelling, it was something." Her voice cracked. "Before, no matter what, she wouldn’t say a word to her. Even if I put the phone on speaker, she’d just... stay silent."

A cold dread settled in my chest. "Haruna," I asked carefully, "do you know what happened between Sister Yuko and your mother?"

She shook her head, her eyes glistening with fresh tears. "I don’t know. But when her sister was eighteen, she disappeared for a long time. We couldn’t find her anywhere. Mom even filed a police report, but nothing happened."

"Then, one day, she just came home... and we tried to live normally again." Her breath hitched. "But then, sister brought me here—far away from Mom. I asked her what happened, but she wouldn’t tell me. And Mom... she won’t talk about it either."

I exhaled slowly, my mind racing. There was more to this. So much more. Yuko’s anger wasn’t just about her mother knowing she was an assassin. It wasn’t just about Kasumi begging her to quit, to live a normal life. No, this ran deeper.

Haruna turned to me, her eyes wide and searching. "Jack... what do we do?"

I reached out, gently pinching her nose between my fingers, earning a weak swat from her. "First," I said with a teasing grin, "I think I need to feed my girlfriend until she turns into a fat little pig."

"Jack!" she gasped, her cheeks flushing as she tried to pull away. "I am not going to be a fat pig!"

I chuckled, ruffling her hair before standing up. "You stay here. I’ll bring dinner."

But Haruna was already on her feet, her expression shifting to determination. "No, I need to talk to my sister. She can’t just shut me out like this." She moved toward Yuko’s door, her hand hovering over the wood as if unsure whether to knock.

I watched her for a moment before heading to the kitchen. By the time I returned with two steaming plates, Haruna was back, her shoulders slumped, her face pale. "Jack..." she murmured, her voice barely audible. "She said she’s not hungry. She won’t even open the door for me."

I set the plates down on the table, serving her food with a quiet sigh. "You and your sister really are two peas in a pod, you know that?" I glanced at her. "Just this morning, you locked yourself in your room and refused to talk to anyone. Now she’s doing the exact same thing."

"It’s not the same!" Haruna protested, though her heart didn’t seem to be in it.

I pulled her closer, guiding her onto my lap. She let out a surprised "Aah! Jack, my sister’s still—"

I flicked her forehead lightly. "What’s going on in that head of yours? I’m just feeding you." I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady. "And don’t worry—I’ll talk to Sister Yuko after you’ve eaten. Okay?"

Haruna hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of my shirt. "I’m not hungry..." she mumbled.

As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud, betraying growl. Haruna’s face burned crimson, and she buried it against my chest with a muffled groan. "Ugh, I hate my stupid stomach," she grumbled, her words muffled against my shirt.

I couldn’t help but laugh, my fingers hooking under her chin to tilt her face up. Before she could protest, my hand came down with a sharp, playful slap on her ass.