Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 575: Yuko’s Shameful Moans—Heard by All

I looked down at Yuko, still lost in the storm of her own thoughts, her dark eyes wide and conflicted. Before she could protest, I pulled her against me, my arms wrapping around her with a possessiveness that made her gasp. Then, without warning, I lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against my chest like she weighed nothing.

"What—?! Let me go! How can you just—" Her words died in her throat as she realized she wasn’t fighting as hard as she should have been. Her hands hovered near my shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt instead of pushing me away.

I carried her toward the bathroom, my grip unyielding, my voice smooth and amused. "I’m taking my wife to take a shower."

The words sent a jolt through her.

[I am his wife... in this dream.]

Her mind raced, her thoughts tangled between panic and something dangerously close to longing.

[This is just a dream, Yuko. Don’t take it seriously. Once you wake up, everything will go back to normal.]

[But why do I feel so secure in his arms? The way he’s looking at me... It’s making my heart flutter. Is this how he looks at Haruna?]

The thought sent a sharp pang through her chest.

[No. No, this is just a dream. My mind is playing tricks on me because I’m stressed.]

[Maybe I should just... relax a little. Yeah.. this is a dream.. here I don’t have to worry about anything]

Her gaze flicked up to me, her lips twitching with a thought that was equal parts defiant and intrigued.

[Jack kept teasing me all day, and then I ended up as his wife in some twisted dream... Hmph.. I’ll bully him to death.]

A slow, evil smirk curved her lips.

I noticed.

And I loved it.

I set her down inside the bathroom, my hands still resting on her waist, my thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of her nightgown. The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that made her breath hitch and her pulse flutter beneath my touch. "What are you smiling for?" I asked, my voice dropping into that low, commanding tone that made her shiver. Then, without waiting for an answer, I added, "Quickly. Remove your clothes."

Her smirk vanished in an instant, replaced by wide-eyed shock. "Remove my—?!" Her voice was a mix of outrage and something else—something that sounded suspiciously like nervousness. Her eyes darted downward, and for the first time, she seemed to truly notice what she was wearing.

The thin, silky nightgown clung to her like a second skin, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. Her fingers twitched at the hem, her cheeks flushing a deep, betraying crimson as she realized just how exposed she already was.

And I wasn’t about to let her forget it.

I stepped closer, my body crowding hers, my voice a dark, velvety murmur. "Yeah..." My fingers trailed up her arms, sending a visible shiver through her. "Quickly. Let’s take a shower together." I let my gaze flick toward the door, my lips curling into a smirk. "Mother-in-law is waiting for us."

Yuko’s breath hitched, her mind racing, her fingers clutching the fabric of her nightgown like a lifeline. I could see the panic in her eyes—wild, desperate, trapped. She took a stumbling step back, her voice coming out in a rush. "Jack—that—you should take a shower here first."

I tilted my head, my smirk deepening. "Yuko, what happened to you?" My voice was smooth, taunting. "Isn’t it your idea to take a shower together? You said it increases love between husband and wife."

Her face went pale. "That—I—I’m not feeling well today..." Her thoughts were a frantic storm. [What the fuck kind of dream is this?! I would never say things like that! Never! This isn’t me!]

She didn’t wait for a response. She turned on her heel and ran, her bare feet slapping against the polished wooden floor as she bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room.

I let her go.

For now.

Because this dream wasn’t over, it was only just beginning.

I stood there for a moment, listening to the fading echoes of her frantic footsteps, my lips curling into a slow, predatory smirk. Then, with a thought, I reshaped the dream around me.

The air grew thick with the scent of steam and soap, my skin prickling with the illusion of water droplets still clinging to me. My clothes shifted, dry and fresh, as if I had just stepped out of a shower. The towel I’d draped over my shoulders was damp, the fabric clinging just enough to sell the lie.

Control was intoxicating.

I stepped out of Haruna’s room with the slow, deliberate confidence of a man who knew he owned every inch of this world. The house was exactly as I’d crafted it—warm golden light spilling through the windows, the scent of miso soup and grilled fish thick in the air, the faint clink of dishes as Kasumi moved gracefully in the kitchen. Her voice, soft and melodic, carried the tune of an old lullaby, the kind a mother would hum to soothe a restless child.

My gaze flicked toward her.

Kasumi.

Even though I knew she was nothing more than a figment of my imagination—a perfectly sculpted illusion in this dream-world—my pulse still kicked up at the sight of her.

She moved with an effortless elegance, her dark hair swept up in a loose bun, the sleeves of her kimono rolled to her elbows as she stirred the pot on the stove. The years had only sharpened her beauty, her features still striking, her presence carrying the kind of quiet allure that made my fingers twitch with the urge to reach out.

Fuck.

I tore my gaze away and settled into my seat at the dining table, my mind already shifting back to Yuko. She was still in Haruna’s room, no doubt trying to steady herself after our last encounter. I could feel her there, her thoughts a storm of denial and something far more dangerous—longing.

And then, because I could, because this world bent to my will, I reached out with my mind and pulled the strings.

Haruna’s voice—sweet, playful, mine—floated from the hallway, perfectly timed, perfectly cruel.

"Sister~" A giggle, light and knowing, the kind that would make Yuko’s skin burn. "Tell me... did your husband bully you all night? Mom and I could hear your moans... in our rooms."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Then—

Yuko’s face, seen through Haruna’s eyes, turned crimson, her entire body locking up in sheer mortification. "W-What?! No! That’s—not—Shut up, Haruna!" Her voice was high-pitched, frantic, her hands flying up to cover her flaming cheeks.

I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her thoughts spiraled into chaos.

[They heard?! But—but that didn’t happen! Did it? No, no, it was just a—]