The silence between us stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap. Yuko's voice trembled, her words barely more than a broken whisper, thick with unshed tears.
"I'll go." Her chin quivered as she forced the words out, her voice cracking under the weight of her own surrender. "If that's what you want. I'll pack my things... and you'll never have to see me again."
Something inside me snapped.
A dark, primal possessiveness roared to life, burning through my veins like wildfire. The thought of her leaving—of her believing for even a second that I would let her walk away—ignited a fury so intense it stole my breath.
My hand moved before I could think.
SMACK.
The sharp crack of my palm against her ass echoed through the room. Yuko gasped, her body jolting forward, her fingers scrambling for purchase against my thighs. Her eyes flew wide, shock and something else—something raw and desperate—flickering across her face.
"What the—?" she breathed, her voice trembling.
"Enough," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous snarl. My grip on her hip tightened, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pulled her flush against me.
"You think I'd let you walk away from me?" Another sharp slap, this one harder, making her whimper. "You think I'd let you believe for even a second that I'd abandon you after everything?"
She shook her head, her lower lip trembling. "But I'm—"
SMACK.
My hand came down again, the impact making her gasp. "You're what?" I demanded, my fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet my gaze.
Her breath hitched, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my thumb as I pressed it to the hollow of her neck. "A killer? A monster?" I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I know, Yuko. And I don't care."
Her breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps. "How can you—?" she choked out, her voice breaking. "How can you still want me after everything I've done?"
I answered by slapping her ass again, the sound sharp in the silence. "Because you're mine," I said, my voice a dark promise. "And nothing—not your past, not your blood, not your fears—will ever change that."
She let out a broken sob, her body trembling. "But what if I hurt you?" she whispered, her voice raw with fear. "What if I can't stop myself? What if one day I—"
SMACK.
Another slap, this one harder, making her cry out. "You won't," I said, my voice firm, unyielding. My hand slid between her thighs, my grip possessive, grounding. "Because you love me. And my Yuko would never hurt me."
She let out a shuddering breath, her tears spilling over, hot and wet against my skin. "But what if I'm too broken?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What if I'm too far gone?"
I pulled her closer, my lips pressing against her temple. "Then I'll love you anyway," I murmured. "Because that's what you do when someone is yours. You love them. All of them. Even the broken parts."
She let out a soft, broken sound, her body finally relaxing into mine. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling with something raw and vulnerable.
My arms tightened around her, my hand still resting possessively on her ass, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles over the reddened skin where I'd spanked her.
The heat of her body seeped into mine, her breath finally steadying as she melted against me. "I've got you," I murmured, my voice a dark, comforting purr. "Always."
And for the first time in years, she let herself believe it.
But Yuko wasn't one to stay passive for long.
Her lips crashed into mine—not soft, not hesitant, but demanding. Her teeth sank into my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she was staking her claim.
"Mine," she growled against my lips, her voice rough with need. "You're mine in this dream, Jack. And I'm going to fucking take what's mine."
Her hands were already moving, tearing at my shirt, her nails raking down my chest as she peeled it off. The fabric hit the floor, forgotten, as her fingers fumbled with my belt. The buckle clinked, the zipper hissed, and then—
THWACK.
My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, jerking violently as the cool air hit it. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, the vein along the underside throbbing with every heartbeat. Yuko's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she took in the sight.
"Fuck," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around the base, her thumb brushing over the slick head. "Look at this thing..." She gave it a slow, experimental stroke, her grip tight, her lips curling into a smirk. Her thoughts rang in my head. [How the hell does Haruna take this? Not that it matters.] Her gaze flicked up to mine, dark and possessive. [Right now, you're mine.]
I barely had time to react before she was stripping, her clothes torn away in a flurry of fabric until she stood before me in nothing but her bra and panties.
The lace was soaked, clinging to her skin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. My hands slid up her thighs, my thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties, but she slapped my hands away.
Telepathy carried her thoughts to me like a whisper in the dark—raw and unfiltered.
[I love you, Jack... even though I cannot love you in real life...]Her mental voice was a dark caress, dripping with longing and something far more dangerous—ownership.[But here... you are completely mine.... mine..]
The last word pulsed in my skull like a heartbeat, sending a jolt of dark pleasure straight to my groin. My gaze snapped to her, and what I saw nearly made me lose control.
Yuko stood before me in nothing but her bra and panties, the black lace clinging to her skin like a second layer, her nipples hard enough to tear through the fabric. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, teasing them down just enough to reveal the dark, damp patch where she was already soaked for me.
"Yuko..." My voice was rough, my cock throbbing hard "Are you too... excited? Why don't we go to the bedroom?"
"No," she purred, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm in charge here, husband." She straddled me, her thighs squeezing around my hips as she ground down, her panties the only barrier between her dripping pussy and my cock.
The friction was maddening, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she rocked against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Feel that?" she taunted, her voice a dark, possessive purr. "Feel how wet I am for you? How desperate I am to have this fat cock inside me?"
I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass. "Yuko—"
"Shut up," she snapped, her voice sharp with command. "You don't get to talk. You don't get to think. You're mine right now, Jack. And I'm going to ride this cock until you forget your own name."
Then, suddenly, she stopped grinding.
Her fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties, dragging them aside to reveal her pussy—glistening, swollen, covered in a thick, dark thatch of pubic hair she'd never bothered to shave.
The lips were plump, already slick with arousal, the scent of her musk thick and intoxicating. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a dark, possessive growl. "Look at this pussy, Jack. It's yours. But only because I say it is."
She aligned my cock to her entrance, the head pressing against her folds, her wetness coating the tip. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and burning with something primal. "I love you, Jack," she whispered, her voice trembling—not with fear this time, but with need.
My body screamed for her. Every nerve was alight, every muscle coiled tight with need. I wanted her—God, I wanted her—wanted to flip her onto her back, pin her wrists above her head, and sink into her until neither of us could tell where one ended and the other began. Wanted to hear her gasp my name, feel her body clench around me, lose myself in the heat of her. But not like this.
This wasn't her.
In this dream, I was fucking nothing but empty air, chasing a phantom of pleasure that would vanish the second I woke. My cock was buried in an illusion, my hands gripping hips that weren't really hers, my lips craving kisses that would dissolve like smoke.
But this wasn't her—not my Yuko. Not with her mind warped into something ravenous, her love honed into a blade that could flay as easily as it embraced. I refused to take her like this, a hollow echo of the woman who'd sworn herself to me.
So I tore the dream apart.
A pulse of Telepathy sent Yuko spiraling into deep, untroubled sleep—her body slack, her breath evening out as the illusion dissolved. Then my eyes flew open, and reality struck like a dive into icy water.
The bed beneath me was unyielding, the sheets whispering against my skin, the air thick with the scent of home—lavender and the faint, honeyed ghost of Yuko's bedtime tea. I dragged in a shuddering breath, my pulse still a wild drumbeat in my ears, my body aching with the ghost of what I'd almost done.
My eyes opened.
And there she was—Yuko.
Curled in the reclining chair beside the bed, her body surrendered to sleep. One arm draped lazily over the armrest, her fingers still faintly curled, as if she'd been reaching for me before exhaustion claimed her. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, untroubled rhythm, her face softened by the kind of peace she only ever showed when she thought no one was watching.
With a thought, I guided her—Telekinesis wrapping around her like an invisible embrace—and settled her beside me, pulling the sheets over her shoulders. The bed dipped slightly under her weight, the scent of lavender and warm tea clinging to her hair as I tucked her in.
Then I slipped away, lowering myself into the recliner she'd just vacated. I exhaled, checking the time.
The glow of my phone screen cut through the dim room, the time staring back at me like an accusation.
Ten minutes ago. Haruna's message sat there, unanswered, her words laced with that familiar mix of concern and curiosity: "Jack... where are you? Sister didn't blame you, did she?" I could almost hear the hesitation in her voice, the way she'd bite her lip if she were here, waiting for me to decide how much to reveal.
But my attention wasn't on the words—not entirely. My cock throbbed, still painfully hard from the dream, the memory of Yuko's body moving against mine like a fever I couldn't shake.
The way her hips had rolled, the way her breath had hitched—it was all still there, burned into my skin, my pulse thrumming with the ghost of it. I needed release, needed something to ground me back in reality.
My fingers moved over the screen, typing out a response with deliberate slowness, each word a carefully placed lure: "I'm fine, but your sister has taken me to the guest room... and she's here keeping an eye on me."
The reply came almost instantly, Haruna's shock palpable even through the text: "What? Wait... I'm coming there."
I set the phone down on the armrest, the screen still glowing as I leaned back in the recliner, my body coiled with anticipation. The seconds stretched, thick with the weight of what was coming.
Then—there it was. The faint creak of the door hinges, the soft rustle of fabric as Haruna's head peeked through the crack, her wide eyes scanning the room before landing on me.
I turned to look at her, my gaze slow and deliberate, letting her see the hunger still burning in my eyes—raw, unchecked, and entirely focused on her. Haruna froze for a heartbeat, her breath hitching as she took in the scene: Yuko asleep in the bed, her body curled beneath the sheets, completely oblivious to the tension thickening the air.
Haruna slipped into the room with the quiet grace of someone used to moving unseen, her steps light as she crossed the floor toward me. Her voice was barely above a whisper, thick with anticipation: "Jack... let's go. Sister is asleep. Come to my room..."
But I wasn't in the mood to wait.
In one swift motion, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, pulling her down onto my lap. The second her ass hit my thighs, she felt it—my cock, rock-hard and throbbing, pressing against her through my pants.
A choked gasp tore from her lips, her eyes flying wide as she realized just how bad I wanted her. She slapped a hand over her mouth, her fingers trembling as she tried to stifle the sound, her blush deepening to a furious crimson.
"J-Jack—!" she whimpered against her palm, her body tensing as she squirmed, trying to shift away—but there was nowhere to go.
My grip on her hip tightened, holding her in place, grinding her down just enough to let her feel the full, thick length of me. Her breath came in sharp, desperate little pants, her thighs clenching together as she fought the instinct to moan.
I locked my gaze onto Haruna, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Haruna... this is all your fault."
Her breath hitched, her cheeks flaming as she tried to shrink back, her voice barely a trembling whisper. "H-How is this my fault?! It's obviously you!"
Before she could finish, I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I let my teeth graze her earlobe—just enough to make her shiver. "Then who was it," I murmured, my breath warm against her neck, "Who invited me to her room so late at night? What did you think would happen?"
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across Haruna's face as I fixed my gaze on her, my voice dropping to a velvety purr. "Haruna... you really should have thought this through before inviting me to your room so late at night."
Her breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink that spread down her neck. "I-I wasn't thinking about that!" she stammered, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her nightgown. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay after—"
Before she could finish, I reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering against the warm skin of her cheek. "After what?" I murmured, my thumb brushing her lower lip.
"After you left me alone with all these... thoughts?" My hand slid down her arm, tracing slow circles on her wrist before moving inward, my fingers dancing along the sensitive skin of her inner arm.
Haruna shivered, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "N-No, that's not—" Her voice faltered as my hand found her waist, pulling her closer until she was practically in my lap.
"Jack, please... Sister is right there!" she whispered desperately, her eyes darting toward Yuko's sleeping form. "If she wakes up and sees us like this, I'll never hear the end of it!"
I chuckled softly, my breath warm against her ear. "Then you'd better be very quiet, hadn't you?" My hand slid up her back, pulling her against me until I could feel the rapid beat of her heart. "Tell me, Haruna... when you came to get me, did you really think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me?"
"I-I don't know what you mean!" she protested, but her voice lacked conviction, her body tensing as my fingers traced patterns on her thigh.
"No?" I murmured, my lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Not even when your cheeks turned this pretty shade of pink? Not when your breath hitched every time our eyes met?" My hand moved higher, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
Haruna's breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulder. "That's not—" She cut herself off with a tiny gasp as my thumb circled her nipple through the fabric.
"Jack, we really can't—" Her protest dissolved into a quiet moan as I pinched gently, her body arching into my touch despite her words.
"Shhh," I soothed, my free hand cupping her face, my thumb brushing her parted lips. "Your sister's sleeping. She won't wake up." My voice dropped to a whisper, my lips nearly touching hers. "Unless you make too much noise..."
Her eyes widened, a mix of panic and something far more dangerous flashing across her face. "I-I can't—" she started, but her words were cut off as I shifted her onto my lap, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. Her breath caught, her cheeks flaming as she realized how affected I was.
"Oh," I murmured, my hands sliding to her hips, guiding her in slow, deliberate movements. "But you already knew that, didn't you? You knew exactly what you were doing to me."
"N-No, I didn't!" she whispered, though her body betrayed her, moving in time with my guidance. "I just wanted to—ah!—to check on you!"
"Just check on me?" I repeated, my voice a low chuckle as I pulled her closer, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Then why does your body react like this?" My hand slid up her thigh, my fingers finding the heat between her legs, tracing slow circles through the fabric of her panties.
Haruna's breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "It's not—" She cut herself off with a quiet whimper as my fingers pressed harder, her hips involuntarily rolling against my hand. "Jack, please... we have to stop..."
"Do we?" I murmured, my lips finding the spot where her neck met her shoulder. "Or do you just want me to stop because you're worried about getting caught?" My teeth grazed her skin, just enough to make her shiver. "Because your body seems to want something very different..."
She let out a tiny, frustrated sound, her body trembling against mine. "You're impossible," she whispered, but there was no real anger in her voice, just breathless need.
"And you're delicious," I countered, my hands sliding under her nightgown, my fingers tracing the bare skin of her back. "Now be a good girl and let me show you how much you've been teasing me..."
Her protest dissolved into a quiet moan as my lips finally claimed hers, my hands guiding her body in slow, sensual movements. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing and the occasional creak of the bed, a constant reminder of how close we were to being discovered—and how much that only added to the thrill.
As I deepened the kiss, my hands exploring every curve of her body, Haruna's resistance melted away, replaced by quiet, needy sounds that she tried desperately to muffle against my lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine, every movement a silent confession of how much she wanted this—how much she'd wanted it all along.
The danger of Yuko waking up only made it sweeter, the tension coiling tighter between us with every stolen touch, every quiet gasp. And as Haruna finally surrendered completely, her body trembling against mine, I knew this was only the beginning of what promised to be a very long, very delicious night.
The silver thread of saliva glistened between our lips as I pulled away, watching with dark satisfaction as Haruna's face burned crimson. Her plump lips were swollen from our kisses, glistening wetly, and her breath came in ragged pants that made her chest heave enticingly. The thin fabric of her nightgown clung to her hardened nipples, betraying how affected she was.
"Jack..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need as her pleading eyes locked onto mine. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air between us, intoxicating and sweet. "We can't... not here... what if—"
My fingers traced the damp trail on her lips before sliding down to circle her throat lightly. "But I have one condition," I growled, my thumb pressing just enough to make her pulse flutter against my skin. Her eyes darkened with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"I agree," she breathed immediately, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "To all your conditions." The words tumbled out in a rush, her body already leaning into mine, her thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache I'd created.
I chuckled darkly, my free hand sliding down to grab a handful of her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "So eager," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. "But you haven't even heard it yet."
Haruna's breath hitched as I nipped at her earlobe, her body trembling against mine. "I don't care," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Just... please, Jack..."
With a smirk, I let her pull me from the room, my eyes lingering on Yuko's sleeping form. The telepathic command I'd planted ensured she'd sleep deeply for hours - long enough for me to make Haruna scream. The thought sent a jolt of anticipation through me, my cock already painfully hard at the promise of what was to come.
Haruna's fingers dug into my wrist as she yanked me down the dimly lit hallway, her nightgown hitching higher with every frantic step. The dim light teased shadows across her bare thighs, each flash of smooth skin sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
Haruna tugged me down the hallway, her nightgown riding up to reveal flashes of her thighs, her ass swaying with every step. My hands itched to grab her.
I activated Hand of Arousal and Scent of Lust
, then unleashed my Lust Demon ability—just to be sure she'd be mine. Healer stayed on, because I'd take care of her after.
As we reached her bedroom door, Haruna's movements became frantic, her fingers fumbling with the doorknob as the Scent of Lust ability amplified her desire to unbearable levels.
When the door finally swung open, she practically threw me inside, her body already trembling with need. The moment the door clicked shut, I had her pressed against it, my mouth crashing onto hers with bruising intensity.
"Mmmph—!" Her protest was swallowed by my kiss, but I could taste her desperation, feel how her body arched into mine like a bowstring pulled taut.
My hands roamed freely, one tangling in her hair to angle her head just right, the other slipping beneath her nightgown to find her panties absolutely drenched.
"You're dripping," I growled against her swollen lips, my fingers tracing the soaked fabric. The Healer ability ensured she could take everything I planned to give her - and then some. "Already so wet for me, Haruna. Did just the thought of me touching you make you this soaked?"
She whimpered, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders as I rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit through the fabric. "N-No... I didn't... ah!" Her words dissolved into a moan as I pinched her nipple through her nightgown, the Hand of Arousal making her gasp like I'd sent electricity through her body.
"Liar," I chuckled darkly, my teeth scraping her pulse point. The Scent of Lust
made her shiver violently, her thighs clamping together as if that could contain the fire I'd lit.
"Your body doesn't lie, though." My fingers trailed down her side before gripping her hip, pulling her flush against me. "Look at you—already trembling, already soaking through your panties."
I pinched her nipple, just enough to make her breath stutter. "You've been thinking about this since the moment you came to get me, haven't you?"
Haruna's lips parted, her fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt. "N-No, I—I wasn't—!" She tried to protest, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch.
"I just... I couldn't stop thinking about how Hannah kept looking at you, how she talked about you..." Her voice wavered, her cheeks burning. "She said you wanted her ass. That you'd take her. And then I saw her in the bathroom, her phone playing that filthy video, and she just—she smirked at me like she'd already won!"
I chuckled darkly, rolling her nipple between my fingers. "And that made you angry, didn't it?"
"It made me hate her!" Haruna's voice cracked, her nails digging into my chest. "Because I knew—if you touched her like that, if you fucked her like that, I'd—I'd lose you for good. And I can't—" Her breath hitched, her body trembling. "I can't lose you, Jack."
My cock throbbed against her stomach, her confession sending a surge of possessive heat through me. "You won't," I growled, my free hand sliding down to grip her ass, grinding her against me. "Because you're mine."
She whimpered, her thighs squeezing together. "I.... I know I am! But Hannah—she's so bold, and I'm just—" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm just me."
"And you're exactly who I want." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Now tell me, Haruna..." My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing her slick folds. "Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Did you imagine my hands on you instead of hers?"
Her face flushed crimson. "J-Jack—!" She tried to squirm away, but I held her firm, my fingers circling her clit. "Y-Yes..." she admitted in a broken whisper. "But it didn't help. It just made me want you more."
A groan tore from my throat. "Good." I pulled her panties down further, my fingers sliding inside her. "Because tonight, you're getting everything you've been dreaming of."
She gasped as I curled my fingers, her hips jerking against my hand. "Jack—! P-Please, I—I can't—!"
"You can," I murmured, my thumb pressing down on her clit. "And you will."
Her breath came in ragged pants, her body already trembling on the edge. "Th-Then..." Her voice was barely audible, her eyes glazed with need. "If you really want my ass... I'll let you have anything."
I growled, my cock aching to bury itself inside her. "Today, I'm taking this tight little pussy." My fingers pumped into her, her walls clenching around them. "Your ass is mine another night—and trust me, Haruna..." I leaned in, my lips brushing hers. "You'll beg for it by then."
She moaned, her body melting against mine. "I—I already am..."
My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough to slip inside. The moment I touched her bare, slick folds, she gasped so sharply her back arched off the door. "Jack—!" Her voice was a desperate, needy whisper, her hips already rolling against my hand, seeking more friction.
"Tell me what you want," I commanded, my fingers teasing her entrance without entering. "Use your words, Haruna. Beg me for it."
She whined, her face burning with humiliation even as her body betrayed her completely. "I... I want..." Her voice cracked, her hips bucking helplessly against my hand.
I chuckled darkly, finally sliding two fingers inside her tight, dripping heat. The Hand of Arousal made her inner walls clamp down on me immediately, her body trying to milk my fingers even as I barely moved them.
"You want me to fuck you senseless," I supplied, my voice rough with desire. "To make you scream until your throat is raw. To fill this perfect little cunt until you're dripping with my cum."
"Y-Yes!" she cried, her nails raking down my back as my fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her legs shake. "Please, Jack... I need you so bad it hurts!"
"Good girl," I praised, my lips capturing hers again as my fingers worked her mercilessly. The Scent of Lust made her moan into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine as her hips rode my hand desperately. "Now be louder for me. I want to hear every single sound you make when I finally give you what you've been begging for."
Her response was a broken, needy cry as I added a third finger, stretching her deliciously. "Like that?" I murmured against her lips, my fingers scissoring inside her. "Or do you want more?"
"More!" she gasped without hesitation, her body trembling against mine. "I want all of you, Jack. Please, I can't take it anymore!"
With a primal growl, I spun Haruna around, pressing her against the door with enough force to make the wood creak. Her nightgown rode up, exposing her trembling thighs as I kicked her legs apart.
My cock, already dripping pre-cum in thick strings, the tip glistening as I lined myself up with her dripping entrance.
The Scent of Lust made her whimper pathetically, her body instinctively pushing back against me, her ass grinding against my cock in desperate little circles.
"You'll get every inch," I promised, my voice a dark rumble that made her shiver. My hands gripped her hips possessively, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh. "And you're going to take it like the good girl you are, aren't you?"
Haruna's breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the door. "J-Jack..." she stammered, her voice trembling with need but laced with hesitation. "Shouldn't we use... a condom?"
I chuckled darkly, my lips brushing her ear as I ground my cock against her entrance. "Don't worry," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "I'll cum outside. I just want to feel your raw pussy, Haruna. No barriers between us."
Her face burned crimson, but I could see the way her thighs trembled at my words. "Just... make sure to cum outside," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing.
I nodded, though I had no intention of keeping that promise. The thought of filling her womb, of watching her reaction when she realized what I'd done, sent a jolt of dark pleasure through me. My cock twitched against her entrance, already leaking more pre-cum at the thought.
"Yes!" she cried as I thrust into her in one smooth, powerful motion. Her body arched against the door, her fingers scrambling for purchase as I bottomed out inside her. The Hand of Arousal made her inner walls clamp down on me immediately, her body trying to milk my cock even as I gave her no time to adjust.
The Hand of Arousal
made her inner walls ripple around me, her body already trying to milk my cock even as I gave her no time to adjust.
"Fuck, you're perfect," I groaned, my hips already snapping forward with deep, punishing strokes. "So tight, so wet - made just for my cock, isn't that right?"
"Y-Yes!" she sobbed, her body already trembling around me. "Only for you, Jack! Only yours!"
Her words sent a primal thrill through me, and I snapped my hips harder, driving into her with deep, relentless strokes that made her cry out. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with her breathless moans and my growls of approval. The Scent of Lust made her arousal drip down her thighs, her body clenching around me with every thrust.
"Louder," I commanded, my hand fisting in her hair as I pulled her head back. "I want to hear you scream for me, Haruna. Let me hear how much you love my cock fucking you."
Her answer was a broken cry as I hit that perfect spot inside her, her body convulsing around me. "Jack! I—I can't—!"
"You can," I snarled, my pace relentless as the Lust Demon ability pushed her higher. "And you will. You're going to cum for me right now, on my cock like the good girl you are."
Her body obeyed instantly, her walls clenching around me as her orgasm crashed over her. Her scream filled the room, her nails digging into the door as her body shook with the force of her release. The Healer ability ensured she could take everything I gave her, her body already building toward another climax even as the first one still wrecked her.
"That's it," I growled, my own climax building as I watched her come undone. "Take me deeper. Milk my cock with that perfect pussy of yours."
Her only response was another cry as I drove into her harder, my release building at the base of my spine. When it hit, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I filled her with my cum. The Hand of Arousal made her inner walls milk me for every last drop, her body trembling as she took everything I gave her.
As I slowly pulled out, my cum dripping down her thighs, I turned her to face me. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen from our kisses. "Again," I murmured against her lips, my fingers already finding her clit again. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."
With my abilities ensuring she could take everything I planned to give her, I knew this night would be one neither of us would ever forget. The Scent of Lust still hung heavy in the air, her body already trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
With a dark laugh, I spun her around, slamming her against the door hard enough to rattle it, her ass bare and trembling as I kicked her legs apart.
My cock, thick and leaking pre-cum, lined up with her dripping entrance. The Scent of Lust made her whimper, her body already pushing back against me, desperate for it.
"You'll take every fucking inch," I promised, my voice a rough growl as my hands gripped her hips possessively. "And you'll take it like the good little slut you are, won't you?"
"Y-Yes!" Her voice was breathless, her fingers clawing at the door as I teased her entrance.
"That's it, baby—fucking take it," I snarled, my grip bruising as I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Her tight, dripping cunt clenched around me like a vice, milking me closer to the edge with every desperate pulse. "You're mine, Haruna. Every fucking inch of this greedy little pussy is mine."
She whimpered, her nails raking down my back as her body trembled, her walls fluttering around my thickness. "J-Jack, I—I can't—!"
"You can," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "And you will. Now come for me like the good slut you are."
Her back arched off the door, her thighs shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. "Aaaah—FUCK! JACK—!" Her pussy pulsed violently, her juices gushing around my cock, soaking us both. The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the air, driving me wild.
"That's it, drown my cock," I groaned, my balls tightening. "Fuck, you're squirting all over me—" My release exploded, my cum pumping deep inside her in thick, hot ropes. I buried myself to the root, grinding against her clit as she screamed, her body convulsing with aftershocks.
Haruna collapsed against the door, her breath ragged, her thighs slick with our mixed fluids. I pulled out slowly, my cum dripping from her swollen, gaping pussy, coating her inner thighs. She whimpered as I turned her to face me, her legs barely holding her up.
"Look at you," I murmured, my fingers tracing the mess I'd made of her. "Such a fucking mess... and all for me." I crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue invading her as my fingers found her clit again.
She gasped into the kiss, her body jerking as I rubbed tight, relentless circles. "N-No, Jack, I—I can't take anymore—!"
"Yes, you can," I growled against her lips. "And you're going to squirt for me again. Right. Fucking. Now."
Her eyes rolled back as I pinched her clit, her pussy clenching around nothing. Then—
"AAAAAAH—JACK—! FUCK—!"
A violent gush of her juices sprayed between us, soaking my hand, her thighs, the floor beneath us. She shuddered, her body jerking uncontrollably as another wave hit her, her squirting pussy pulsing like a broken fountain.
"That's it, baby, let it all out," I groaned, my cock twitching at the sight. "Fuck, you're soaking me—" I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. "Again. Do it again."
"N-No—! It's too much! I—I can't—!" Her words dissolved into a broken moan as another torrent of her release splattered against my stomach, her juices dripping down her trembling legs.
I didn't stop. I kept fingering her, kept rubbing, kept pushing her until her voice was raw from screaming, her body a trembling, overstimulated wreck.
"P-Please... Jack... no more..." she begged, her face flushed crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm so... embarrassed..."
I smirked, my fingers still buried inside her. "You should be. Look at you—fucking drenched, squirting like a slut for my touch." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "And you know what? I fucking love it. I love watching you lose control. I love how your pussy gushes for me like a broken toy. I love that you're so fucking ruined, you can't even stand."
She whimpered, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. "Y-You're... cruel..."
"And you fucking love it," I shot back, giving her clit one last flick. "Aaaah—! F-Fuck!" She jerked, another weak spurt of her juices leaking out.
I chuckled darkly, finally pulling my fingers free. "Good girl." I scooped her into my arms, carrying her to the bed. She clung to me, her body still trembling, her pussy leaking a steady stream of her release onto the sheets as I lay her down.
"Jack..." she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion and need. "Where are you going? Stay..."
I flicked her forehead, my cock already half-hard again at the sight of her ruined, used body. "You forget, little wife—your sister's asleep down the hall."
My voice dropped to a whisper, laced with dark amusement. "If she wakes up and finds me missing, she'll come looking." I leaned in, my breath hot against Haruna's ear, my lips brushing the shell of it just enough to make her shiver.
"And trust me... she'll know exactly what her innocent little sister's been doing. She'll smell you on my skin—sweet, sticky, and used. She'll hear the way you've been screaming my name like a whore in heat. She'll taste you on my lips if I kiss her good morning."
Haruna's breath hitched, her face burning with shame, but her thighs pressed together instinctively, her overused pussy clenching at the thought. "Y-You're... monstrous," she whispered, but there was no real protest in her voice—just a trembling, guilty excitement.
I smirked, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs one last time before bringing them to my mouth. I licked them slowly, my eyes locked on hers as I savored her taste. "And you love it."
With that, I pulled away, leaving her a trembling, ruined wreck on the bed. I didn't bother cleaning her up. Let her lie in the filth she made. Let her ache for more. I also turned off Scent of Lust and Hand of Arousal before leaving her room.
I slipped back into the guest room, the door clicking softly shut behind me. The air was thick with the scent of sex—her sex—clinging to my skin, my clothes, my breath. My cock was still half-hard, twitching at the memory of how tightly she'd clenched around me, how she'd sobbed and squirted like a broken toy.
And there was Yuko.
Still asleep.
Still innocent.
Yuko's chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths; the sheets tangled around her waist, one leg peeking out from beneath the blanket. The recliner creaked softly as I sank into it, my gaze tracing the curve of her hip, the way her lips parted just slightly in sleep.
Would she taste as sweet as Haruna?
I glanced at the clock. 4:17 AM. Dawn would break soon, painting the room in golden light. Painting her in golden light.
I stretched out, my body still humming with leftover lust, my mind replaying the way Haruna had begged, the way she'd gushed for me. My fingers twitched with the ghost of her skin beneath them.
I could've woken Yuko up.
I could've crawled into that bed, pressed my body against hers, and whispered her name until she moaned it back. I could've told her how good her sister had felt—how loud she'd screamed—and watched her face burn with the same shameful hunger.
But no.
Not yet.
I closed my eyes, letting the fantasy simmer as I drifted into a light, restless nap.
Because patience made the game so much sweeter.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was Yuko—still asleep, but tangled in the sheets she'd kicked off in her rest. The fabric was pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed in a way that made my pulse thrum. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted just slightly in sleep—fuck. The faintest flush still lingered on her cheeks, and I wondered what dreams had kept her restless.
I moved closer, pulling the sheet back over her with deliberate slowness, my fingers brushing the fabric just above her skin. The air was thick with the scent of last night—Haruna's scent, still clinging to me—but Yuko's warmth, her presence, was intoxicating in a different way. Innocent. Untouched. For now.
Then her eyelashes fluttered.
Her eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and before I could pull back—before I could even breathe—she surged forward, her arms wrapping around me with a sleepy, dreamy smile.
"Husband... good morning..."
Her voice was soft, husky with the remnants of sleep, and I froze.
Then I pulled back just as she leaned in—her lips barely an inch from mine.
"Sister Yuko..." I said, my voice low, laced with something dangerously close to amusement. "What are you doing?"
Her body went rigid. Her face flushed crimson in an instant, her hands dropping from me like I'd burned her. I could see the moment realization crashed over her, the way her breath hitched, her eyes widening in horror.
"I—I—" She stammered, her fingers flying to her lips as if she could erase the word she'd just spoken. "I didn't mean—! That is—I wasn't—!"
I didn't need telepathy to know what she was thinking—but I used it anyway, just to savor the chaos in her mind.
[Fuck... it was a dream... what did I call Jack just now? Husband? Oh my god—OH MY GOD—what did I do?!]
[I remember in the dream... he was—we were—fuck, this is so embarrassing... how could I—even if it was a dream—and with Jack—]
[And now he knows! He heard me! I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die.]
Her thoughts were a frantic, mortified spiral, and I had to bite back a smirk.
"Sister Yuko..." I said, my voice dripping with false concern as I tilted my head slightly. "Are you okay? You look... flushed."
She scrambled backward, nearly tripping over the sheets in her haste to put distance between us. "I-I'm fine! Just—just a little confused! I must've still been half-asleep!"
I crossed my arms, leaning against the bedpost with a casualness that belied the predatory thrill coursing through me. "Must've been quite the dream, huh?"
Her face burned even brighter. "N-No! It wasn't—I mean, I don't remember—!"
"You don't remember calling me husband?" I teased, letting the word hang between us like a live wire.
She let out a squeak, her hands covering her face. "I was dreaming! It didn't mean anything!"
"Sure, sure," I said, my tone light, almost amused. "But just so you know—I did carry you to the bed. You were half-falling off the recliner. I tried to wake you, but you were out cold."
I let my gaze flicker over her—just for a second—before meeting her eyes again. "So I picked you up. Didn't want you to hurt yourself."
Her fingers tightened in the sheets. "Y-You carried me?"
"Mhm." I nodded, enjoying the way her face twisted between embarrassment and something else—something warmer. "You were mumbling in your sleep, too. Something about..." I paused, letting the silence stretch. "Well, I couldn't quite make it out."
Her eyes widened. "I was not!"
"Were too." I grinned. "But don't worry, Sister Yuko. I slept on the recliner. Didn't do anything weird." I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Scout's honor."
She blinked, her expression shifting from horror to suspicion. "You were never a scout."
"Details." I waved a hand dismissively.
"Relax," I said, chuckling as I pushed off the bedpost. "I'm just joking. Mostly."
She looked like she was two seconds away from combusting. "That's not funny!"
"It's a little funny," I countered, stepping closer just to watch her squirm.
She backed up until her legs hit the edge of the bed. "You're awful!"
"And yet," I murmured, my eyes tracing the way her breath hitched, the way her pulse fluttered in her throat, "you're the one who hugged me first."
"I was asleep!" Yuko hissed, her entire body trembling with indignation. Her fingers clenched the rumpled sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. The flush on her cheeks deepened with every second, spreading down her neck like wildfire.
"Oh, sure you were," I said, my voice low and sweet, though I didn't mean a word of it. I took a slow step toward her, watching as she shifted back until her legs bumped against the mattress. The bed creaked softly under the weight of her hesitation.
"But if that's what you do while asleep," I continued, a smirk playing on my lips, "I can't even guess what you'd do if you were awake."
I kept my eyes on her, waiting. The dream had shaken her, and I wanted to see how she'd handle it now that she was fully awake.
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I-I wasn't—! That's not—!" Her stammering only made this more delicious.
She finally found her footing and shot upright, squaring her shoulders in a pathetic attempt at dignity. "You're impossible!" she snapped, pointing an accusing finger at me.
I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Hey now, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just observing facts."
She opened her mouth to fire back another retort—
Then my gaze dropped.
Not subtly. Not quickly. I let my eyes trace down her body with deliberate slowness, lingering just long enough for her to follow my line of sight.
And there it was.
The fabric of her dress—right between her thighs—was darkened. Not just damp. Soaked. The thin material clung to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination. A dark, spreading stain that spoke volumes about what she'd been dreaming about.
Fuck. My cock twitched at the realization. She'd been that worked up? Over me?
Yuko followed my gaze.
Her entire body froze.
For one suspended moment, there was only the sound of her ragged breathing. Then her face twisted in absolute horror as she stared down at herself. "N-No... no, no, NO—!" Her hands flew to cover the damning evidence, but it was far too late. The wet spot was obvious, glaring, and from the way her face burned crimson, she knew I'd seen everything.
"D-Don't—!" Her voice cracked, high-pitched with panic. She tried to press her thighs together, but that only made the damp fabric cling more obscenely. "Don't look! Don't you DARE look!"
I didn't even try to hide my smirk. "Too late," I murmured, my voice thick with dark amusement. "Already saw it all, Sister Yuko. Every. Little. Detail."
Her face contorted in humiliation. "You—! You PERVERT!" She bolted off the bed with such force she nearly tripped over her own feet. The sudden movement only made her dress ride up slightly, giving me another flash of her thighs—still glistening, still flushed with arousal.
The moment stretched like a snapped rubber band. She didn't even make it two steps before the weight of her embarrassment crashed over her. Her shoulders hitched once, twice—then a sound tore from her throat, something between a sob and a gasp, raw and strangled.
She whirled so fast her heel skidded on the polished floor, arms flailing for balance before she lunged for the bathroom. The door slammed behind her with a violence that made the wooden frame shudder, the echo of it bouncing off the walls like a gunshot.
I didn't move. Not yet.
From the other side of the door, the sounds came in waves. First, the frantic rustle of fabric—sharp, aggressive tugs as she fought with her dress, the kind of struggle that spoke of humiliation burning under her skin.
Then, the gasps. Uneven. Desperate. Like she was drowning in three inches of air, her breaths coming in jagged bursts that bordered on panic. A muffled curse. The click of the lock, so final, so pointless. As if a flimsy metal latch could rewrite the last thirty seconds. As if it could unsee what I'd seen.
I exhaled through my nose, a laugh building low in my chest. It wasn't cruel, not really. Just the absurdity of it all—the way life had a habit of tilting sideways when you least expected it. I let the chuckle escape, quiet but unmistakable, before turning on my heel and leaving the room behind.
The empty room down the hall smelled of stale air and forgotten laundry detergent. I stripped down, cranked the shower to scalding, and let the water pound against my shoulders until my skin turned pink.
The heat helped, grounding me, washing away the lingering amusement—and something else, too. A flicker of guilt, maybe. Or just the ghost of her expression, seared into the back of my eyelids.
By the time I stepped into the kitchen, the scent of coffee already filled the space, bitter and comforting. I set a pan on the stove, the sizzle of butter hitting the heat a familiar rhythm.
Eggs cracked cleanly against the rim of a bowl, yolks spilling gold and thick. The mundane motions were a balm, a way to pretend the last few minutes hadn't happened.
Then I heard her.
Footsteps, slow at first, then deliberate. The creak of a floorboard. I didn't turn around, but I knew it was Yuko before she even spoke. The air changed when she entered a room—charged, like the moment before a storm.
Her hair was still damp, dark strands clinging to her neck, and the scent of shampoo—something floral, jasmine maybe—cut through the smell of frying eggs. She stopped just behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
"If you tell anyone about this," she said, her voice low and lethal, "you're dead."
I froze mid-stir, spoon hovering over the pan. Then, slowly, I turned my head just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes were narrow, her jaw set, but there was something else there, too.
A flicker of vulnerability, quickly smothered. I let my own expression crumple into exaggerated terror, lips parting, eyebrows shooting up. "N-no, of course not! My lips are sealed! Grave-sealed!" I pressed a hand to my chest, as if the very thought of betrayal might stop my heart.
Yuko snorted, unimpressed. The corner of her mouth twitched, but she refused to let it become a smile. "Good," she muttered, already pivoting away. "Because I know where you sleep."
I watched her go, the sway of her damp hair against her back, the way her fingers flexed at her sides like she was itching for a fight. The threat hung between us, but it was hollow now, deflated by her own reluctance to linger. She had bigger fish to fry.
A second later, Yuko's voice sliced through the quiet of the morning—sharp, commanding, the kind of tone that brooked no argument.
"Haruna! Wake up, you lazy slug!" The words were followed by the unmistakable thud of a pillow hitting the wall, the muffled groan of someone being jolted from sleep. I could almost picture it: Yuko standing over Haruna's bed, arms crossed, tapping her foot in that way she did when she was losing patience.
I grinned to myself and flipped the eggs in the pan, the spatula scraping lightly against the surface. The scent of toasted bread and fried eggs filled the kitchen, warm and comforting. It was going to be an interesting morning.
Yuko stomped back into the room a moment later, her damp hair now tied into a messy bun, a few strands still clinging to her neck.
She plopped herself into one of the dining chairs with a sigh, her expression a mix of irritation and something else—maybe residual embarrassment, maybe just the usual morning grumpiness.
I just slid a plate of eggs and toast in front of her before turning back to the stove. The plates clinked softly as I stacked them, the ceramic warm under my fingers. I was just reaching for the last of the dishes when movement caught my eye.
Haruna.
She was walking toward us slowly, her steps hesitant, almost delicate. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, but it wasn't just her face that was flushed. My gaze flicked downward for just a second—long enough to notice the faint pink tint on her skin, the lingering evidence of last night's... activities.
I'd used The Healer on her earlier; otherwise, she wouldn't even have been able to move, let alone walk. The ability had done its job, but it couldn't erase the aftermath entirely.
Yuko, ever observant, didn't miss a beat. She turned in her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in Haruna's slow, careful movements. "Haruna," she said, her voice laced with amusement, "What are you doing? Get over here and help your boyfriend with breakfast."
Haruna blinked, as if she'd been lost in her own thoughts, then shook her head slightly, coming back to herself. "Y-yeah, sister," she stammered, her voice still thick with sleep—or maybe something else.
She made her way to my side, her fingers brushing against mine as she took the plates from me. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through me, a reminder of everything that had happened just hours before.
She began serving breakfast, her movements careful as she placed a plate in front of Yuko, then one for me, and finally one for herself. The clink of silverware against the plates filled the silence, the scent of food mingling with the faint, lingering aroma of something sweeter—something that made my pulse quicken.
Yuko's fingers tightened around her fork, her knuckles whitening just slightly. Of course, she noticed. She noticed everything—the way Haruna's breath hitched when our eyes met, the way the air between us had thickened, heavy with something unspoken.
But Yuko had mastered the art of pretending not to see what she didn't want to acknowledge. She lifted the fork to her lips, her movements deliberate, almost mechanical, as if she could will herself into indifference by sheer force of habit.
The eggs were still warm, the yolk rich and buttery, but she barely tasted them. Her focus was elsewhere—on the way Haruna's fingers trembled around her glass, on the way her sister's blush had spread down her neck, painting her skin in delicate shades of pink.
I didn't look away from Haruna.
The morning light spilled through the window, casting golden streaks across the table, across her—highlighting the flush on her cheeks, the way her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
The kitchen smelled of toast and coffee and something sweeter, something that made my pulse thrum in my veins. For a moment, it was just us.
The clink of Yuko's fork against her plate, the distant hum of the refrigerator, even the rustle of fabric as Haruna shifted in her seat—all of it faded into the background, drowned out by the roar of my own heartbeat.
I wanted to push.
I wanted to see what would happen if I took the dream Yuko had never admitted to—the one that had left her breathless and flushed and wanting—and made it real. Right in front of her.
So I did.
I cut a piece of my breakfast—fluffy scrambled eggs, still steaming—and brought the fork to my lips, taking a slow, deliberate bite. My gaze never left Haruna's as I chewed, as I swallowed, as I offered the fork to her. "Here," I murmured, my voice low, rough with amusement. "Eat this. You need to grow more."
Haruna's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. For a second, she just stared at me, her lips parted, her fingers curled into the edge of the table.
Then, as if my words had snapped something into place inside her, she straightened, her shoulders rolling back, her chest lifting just enough to make her point. "I'm already big," she shot back, her voice laced with playful defiance. She popped her chest out, just slightly, her chin tilting up in challenge.
Yuko's fork clattered against her plate.
"Haruna," she said, her voice sharp, a warning edge cutting through the air like a blade. But her words lacked their usual bite. She sounded almost... strangled.
I turned my head just enough to meet Yuko's gaze, my smirk deepening. There was something deliciously satisfying about the way her eyes had gone wide, the way her fingers had stilled mid-motion, her breakfast forgotten. "Sister Yuko," I said, my tone smooth, almost innocent, "let me pamper Haruna."
I didn't wait for permission.
My hand found Haruna's waist, my fingers curling against the soft fabric of her shirt. I pulled her gently but firmly, guiding her onto my lap.
She let out a soft, surprised gasp as she settled against me, her body tense at first, then melting into mine as my arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady. The warmth of her seeped through the fabric of my clothes, her scent—vanilla and something uniquely her—filling my senses.
The moment Haruna's breath hitched, I felt it—like a thread pulling taut between us. My fingers brushed against her lower lip as I lifted another bite to her mouth, her warmth seeping into my skin. She clung to my shirt, her nails pressing just enough to leave faint crescents against my collarbone. Her eyes darted between me and Yuko, wide and uncertain, like a deer caught in headlights.
"Jack..." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling. "What are you doing? Sister is right here—this isn't—"
I cut her off before she could spiral. My thumb traced the curve of her cheek, smudging away a fleck of sauce. "Don't worry," I murmured, low enough that only the two of them could hear. "I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just feeding my girlfriend." The words settled between us, heavy with defiance.
Yuko's voice sliced through the air, sharp as broken glass. "Haruna, what are you doing? Come back to your seat."
Haruna's lips curved into a smirk, her fingers tightening in my shirt. "Sister, are you jealous... that I have a boyfriend who pampers me like this?" She leaned into me, her voice dripping with false innocence.
Yuko let out a derisive scoff, her voice dripping with feigned indifference. "Why would I be jealous...?" Yet her mind screamed the truth— [Of course, I'm jealous. How could I not be?]
[But if I told you... Jack was my husband, and he's spoiled me in ways you'll never understand... Hmph. But all that..... was just a dream...]
I kept my gaze locked on Yuko, watching as her expression fractured—shock, confusion, and then something darker, something raw and hungry, flashing across her face in quick succession. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the words died before they could form.
Yuko didn't move.
She didn't blink.
She didn't even breathe.
Her fork slipped from her fingers, clattering against the plate as her hands fell limp into her lap. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, her fingers curling into the edge of the table like she was clinging to it for dear life. The color had drained from her face, leaving her pale, her lips parted slightly, her eyes wide, dazed—locked onto us.
And then I heard her.
Her thoughts crashed into mine, a frantic, disbelieving storm:
[What—what is happening? This is—this is exactly like—] Her mental voice was raw, trembling, the words tumbling over each other in her haste to make sense of it.
[The dream. The dream I had. He—Jack—he did this to me. Feeding me. Letting me sit on his lap. Touching me like—] A sharp inhale, her thoughts stuttering.
[But it's Haruna. It's Haruna in his arms. It's Haruna he's looking at like that. It's Haruna, he's—] Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her shirt, her nails digging in hard enough that I could see the imprint of them through the thin material.
[Why does it feel like this? Why does it hurt?] The thought was a whisper, broken, almost desperate. [I hate this. I hate that I—] She cut herself off, her mental voice snapping shut like a door slamming, but not before I caught the tail end of it—something raw, something achey that she refused to name.
I kept my expression carefully neutral, my movements slow and deliberate as I fed Haruna another bite. My thumb traced idle circles against her waist, my touch light, possessive.
Haruna had gone still against me, her body tense, her breath coming in short, quiet gasps as she watched Yuko unravel.
Yuko's throat worked, her fingers flexing against the table. She looked like she wanted to say something—do something—but she was frozen, trapped in the wreckage of her own thoughts, her own wants.
I leaned in, my breath warm against the delicate curve of Haruna's ear. My lips grazed her skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine as I commanded, "Eat," my voice a low, velvety growl meant only for her. But my eyes—sharp, unyielding—never left Yuko's.
Go on, sister. Let's see how long you can pretend this doesn't affect you.
Yuko's silence was deafening, her fingers tightening around the fork as she continued eating with forced, rapid precision. Each bite was deliberate, almost defiant, as if she could outrun the heat creeping up her neck.
[Yuko, get a grip... Jack is Haruna's boyfriend. This isn't you—it has to be that damn dream messing with my head...]
[But that dream... it showed me the truth. I really do like this insufferable bastard, Jack... Not that I'd ever admit it out loud.]
A faint flush crept across Yuko's cheeks, her jaw tightening as she swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat working visibly. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with something unspoken—every passing second stretching into an eternity of charged silence.
And I loved it. Loved the way her fingers trembled just slightly around her fork, loved the way her breath hitched when she thought I wasn't looking.
I turned my attention back to Haruna, feeding her another bite of breakfast. She responded in kind, her fingers brushing against mine as she offered me a piece of fruit, her eyes soft with devotion.
My gaze flickered to Yuko's plate—empty except for the last of the eggs. Without hesitation, I scooped one onto her plate and slid it toward her. "Sister Yuko," I said, my voice dripping with false innocence, "here, have this."
Yuko's eyes flicked to the egg, then back to me, her expression unreadable. A beat of silence. Then, with deliberate slowness, she picked up her fork and took the bite, her gaze locked onto mine. "Thank you," she muttered, the words clipped, almost reluctant.
After the meal, Haruna gathered the plates, her movements efficient as she carried them to the kitchen. I watched her for a moment before standing. "Haruna, I'm leaving," I said, my tone casual, "I need to go meet Aunt Julie."
Haruna turned, her eyes wide with sudden urgency. "Jack... I'm coming with you," she insisted, her voice firm. "It's my fault, so I should apologize."
I studied her—her flushed cheeks, the way her fingers twisted together nervously. Of course, she'd insist.
The memory of last night was still fresh—Haruna's body writhing beneath me, her nails raking down my back as she whimpered my name, her tight little cunt milking me dry.
My Lust Demon
ability had been active, drowning her in waves of pleasure so intense it rewired her mind, her body, her soul.
She'd been a trembling, gasping mess when I finally pulled out, my cum dripping down her thighs as she clung to me like I was her last lifeline. Now? She was mine—body, heart, and mind. She'd let me do anything.
A slow, predatory smirk tugged at my lips. "Okay," I drawled, my voice rough with promise. "Come with me."
Haruna turned to Yuko, her voice bright but threaded with something needy, something desperate. "Sister, I'm leaving with Jack... to meet Aunt Julie."
Yuko barely registered the words, her mind clearly elsewhere. "Jack..." she murmured, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the table. "Take care of her for me."
I nodded, my tone smooth, too smooth. "Don't worry, Sister Yuko. I will." My gaze lingered on her a second too long, heavy with unspoken intent. The way her breath hitched told me she felt it—the weight of my words, the promise beneath them.
Haruna let out an exasperated sigh, her cheeks still flushed from our earlier exchange, and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Sister, I'm not a child..." she huffed, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and something far more desperate.
Without waiting for a response, she grabbed my hand, her fingers threading through mine with a possessive urgency that sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. "Let's go..." she muttered, tugging me toward the door with more force than necessary.
We stepped out of the apartment, the cool air of the corridor hitting us as we made our way to the elevator. The hallway was empty, the hum of the building's systems the only sound besides Haruna's quick, uneven breaths. She didn't let go of my hand, her grip tight, almost clingy, as if she were afraid I'd disappear if she loosened it even for a second.
The elevator doors slid shut with a quiet ding, sealing us inside. The moment we were alone, Haruna's demeanor shifted. Her hand shot to my waist, fingers digging in with a sharp, punishing pinch.
"You bad guy..." she hissed, though her voice was thick with something far from anger. Her cheeks flushed, her breath already uneven.
"You came inside me... even after I told you not to..." She squirmed, her thighs pressing together. "Hmm... I could feel it... all leaking out today... every time I walked, it just... dripped..."
I groaned, my cock twitching at the image. My hand snapped to her ass, palm spreading wide, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Fuck, you're begging for it, aren't you?" I growled, pulling her flush against me. "Couldn't stop thinking about it, could you? About how full you were... how used..."
Haruna whimpered, her hips jerking forward instinctively. "N-No! I wasn't—ah!—I just—!" Her protest dissolved into a moan as I squeezed harder, my thumb pressing against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass.
"Liar," I rumbled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Your pussy's soaked just thinking about it, isn't it?" To emphasize my point, I ground my palm against her, my fingers spreading, owning her. "Bet if I slipped my hand under that skirt right now, I'd find you dripping..."
Haruna's breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulders. "J-Jack—! That's—nnh—not—!"
"Nnngh—!" Her words dissolved into a sharp, surprised moan as my fingers dug into the soft flesh, my palm spreading wide, claiming. "J-Jack—! You—ah!—"
"What was that?" I growled, my voice rough, my grip tightening. "You were saying something?" My thumb pressed against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass, and she jerked forward with a whimper.
"N-No! I was—hah!—I was just—!" Her protest was cut short as I squeezed, my fingers sinking deeper, my nails grazing her skin just enough to send a jolt through her. "Ah! S-Stop—! It's—nnh—too much—!"
"Too much?" I taunted, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Or not enough?" Without warning, my hand reared back—SMACK!—a sharp, stinging slap landed on her ass, the sound echoing in the confined space.
"AHH—!" Haruna's body lurched forward, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as a broken, needy moan tore from her throat. "J-Jack—! That hurts—!"
"Liar," I rumbled, my palm already rubbing the stinging skin before delivering another slap—harder this time. "You love it." SMACK! "Love when I manhandle this perfect little ass..." SMACK! "Love when I remind you who you belong to..."
"Nnngh—! P-Please—! It's—ah!—too much—!" Her voice was breathless, her body trembling, but her hips pushed back into my touch, begging for more.
I chuckled darkly, my hand sliding under the hem of her skirt, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties. "You're soaked," I growled, my cock throbbing at the feel of her. "Your pussy's dripping just from a few slaps..." I tugged the fabric aside, my fingers teasing her entrance. "Pathetic."
"N-No—! I'm not—ah!—hah—!" Her denial was weak, her body arching into me as I circled her clit with my thumb.
"Then why are you moaning like a slut in heat?" I demanded, my hand rearing back again—SMACK!—another sharp slap, this one harder, the sound bouncing off the elevator walls. "Why's your cunt clenching around nothing?"
"Ahh—! J-Jack—! I can't—! It feels—nnh—too good—!" Her voice cracked, her legs trembling as I slipped a finger inside her, curling it deep.
"That's right," I growled, my lips against her ear. "It does feel good." Another slap—SMACK!—her ass jiggling from the impact, her moan loud and desperate. "Because you're mine, Haruna. This ass is mine." SMACK! "This pussy is mine." SMACK! "And you love when I use them both."
"Y-Yes—! Ah! Yes—! I do—! I love it! Please—! M-More—!" Her words dissolved into a broken, needy whine as my fingers pumped inside her, my palm delivering another sharp slap to her ass.
"Fuck," I groaned, my cock aching, my control fraying. "You're begging for it, aren't you?" My hand reared back—SMACK!—the sound echoing as her body jerked, her moan raw and unfiltered. "Louder. Let the whole building hear how much you love this."
"Ahh—! J-Jack—! I can't—! It's—nnh—too much—! My ass—! My pussy—! I—I need—!"
"Need what?" I demanded, my fingers curling inside her, my thumb pressing hard against her clit.
"Y-You—! Ah! You—! I need you—! Please—! F-Fuck me—!"
I smirked, my hand slapping her ass one last time—SMACK!—before gripping her hip and spinning her around, pressing her against the elevator wall.
Jack—" she whispered, her voice tight with something new—fear. "W-We can't... not here. What if someone sees? What if Sister finds out—?"
I smirked, my hand already sliding to her ass, my grip firm. "You think I give a fuck?" I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. "You were begging for this five minutes ago."
"N-No, I—" Her protest dissolved into a whimper as my fingers dug into her flesh, my thumb pressing against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass.
"J-Jack, please—" Her voice was desperate now, her body trembling, but not from arousal—from panic. "Not here—! If she hears about us.... from someone in the building—!"
"She won't," I growled, my hand slipping under the hem of her skirt, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties. "And if she does?" I tugged the fabric aside, my fingers teasing her entrance, feeling how soaked she already was. "Then she'll know exactly what a good girl you are for me."
"Ah—! N-No—! Jack, stop!" Her fingers clawed at my wrist, but her hips betrayed her, arching into my touch. "We can't—! Not here—! Please—! Somewhere else—!"
I chuckled darkly, my lips against her ear. "You want this," I murmured, my fingers circling her clit just enough to make her gasp. "You're dripping for it."
"I know—! But—nngh—please—!" Haruna's voice cracked, her body trembling as my finger slid inside her, curling deep enough to make her gasp.
"I don't want it to be here—!" Her fingers clenched around my wrist, her nails digging in, but her hips betrayed her, arching into my touch despite her protests. The elevator's descent felt slower than ever, the tension between us thick enough to choke on.
I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my pants, but I forced myself to pull back, dragging my fingers free with a wet, obscene sound. I wiped her slickness onto her thigh, marking her, my voice rough with frustration. "Fine," I growled, low and dangerous. "But you're paying for this later. Every. Fucking. Whimper."
Her relief was instant, her body sagging against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "T-Thank you—" she whispered, but her fingers still clung to my shirt like she was afraid I'd change my mind. She knew this wasn't over. The way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath hitched every time I shifted closer—she knew.
The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding, and I stepped out first, adjusting myself with a grimace. Haruna followed, her steps unsteady, her cheeks still flushed. The cool air of the lobby hit us, but it did nothing to dampen the heat still simmering between us.
"We're taking the bus," I said abruptly, my voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to see what Germany feels like."
Haruna blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. "The bus?" she repeated, her voice still breathless. "But we could just book a taxi."
"No." I cut her off, my tone final. "We're taking the fucking bus."
She hesitated for a second, her eyes searching mine, but whatever she saw there made her swallow her protest. "O-Okay..." she murmured, her fingers twisting together nervously. "But... you know it's going to be crowded, right?"
I smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, my lips brushing her temple. "Good," I murmured, low enough that only she could hear. "Maybe you'll learn to behave when you're not getting fingered in the bus."
Her face burned crimson, the flush spreading down her neck as she elbowed me half-heartedly in the ribs. But the way her body melted against mine, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer—she was mine, and we both knew it. No matter how much she pretended to fight it, her body always gave her away.
Haruna shook her head, her fingers twisting together in front of her like she was trying to physically hold herself back. "No, Jack..." she whispered, her voice thick with shame and something darker, something needier.
"It's too much... I can't just—nngh—let you do whatever you want in public—!" Her eyes darted around the bus stop, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to stifle the ache between them.
I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a low, rough growl. "Haruna..." I murmured, my hand sliding down to grip her hip, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.
"You didn't forget about your promise, did you?" My thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against the sensitive skin just above her ass, feeling the way her breath hitched. "The one where you said you'd be a good girl for me... no matter where we were?"
She whimpered, her body tensing before sagging against mine, defeated. "O-Okay..." she stammered, her voice trembling. But then she lifted her chin, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desperation.
"But you're not allowed to..." She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning even brighter. "You can't just... touch me like that. Not where people can see—!"
I chuckled darkly, my hand slipping lower, my fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. "Oh, baby," I murmured, my breath hot against her ear. "I wasn't planning on fingering you..." My lips curled into a smirk as I felt her shiver. "But I did promise to make you pay for earlier, didn't I?"
Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "J-Jack—!" she gasped, her voice a mix of protest and anticipation.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her neck, my voice a dark whisper. "Don't worry, Haruna..." I murmured, my hand sliding around to press against the small of her back, guiding her toward the approaching bus.
"I'll make sure you beg for it before I give you what you really want," I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. "And when I do..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise, "You'll be soaked through those panties before we even get on the bus."
Haruna's body tensed, a shiver running down her spine as the bus pulled up to the stop with a hiss of brakes. I didn't give her time to protest—I gripped her hip and guided her inside, my touch firm, possessive.
The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and the hum of conversation, but all I could focus on was the way Haruna's fingers clenched around mine, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
We moved toward the back, where the seats were nearly empty. The last row—a two-seater by the window—was ours for the taking. Across from us, another empty pair of seats mirrored ours, giving us just enough privacy to make this interesting.
I slid into the window seat first, pulling Haruna down beside me, my arm immediately wrapping around her shoulders. She stiffened, her eyes darting around at the few scattered passengers, but I didn't care. Let them look. Let them wonder.
The bus lurched forward, and I used the motion as an excuse to pull her closer, my hand resting on her thigh. "Relax," I murmured, my thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of her skirt. "No one's watching." Not yet, anyway.
Haruna's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together so tightly I could see the tension in her legs, like she was trying to trap the heat already pooling between them. "J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. "People are right there—"
I didn't answer. Instead, my hand slid higher up her thigh, my fingers hooking beneath the hem of her skirt, slowly, deliberately pushing it up. Haruna's lips parted, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark as she tried to stifle a gasp.
The bus hummed around us, the occasional murmur of conversation from the other passengers only making this hotter. She was trapped—trapped between her own shame and the need coiling inside her.
My fingers didn't ask. I found her—soaked through the flimsy lace of her panties, the fabric already clinging to her like a second skin. I didn't tease. I owned.
Two fingers pressed hard against her slit, dragging up in a slow, possessive stroke, feeling the way her thighs clenched, the way her breath turned ragged in her throat. "Fuck," she choked out, but I cut her off with a growl against her ear—"Quiet, baby. Or do you want them all to know how wet you are for me?"
Haruna's lips parted, her back arching as I flicked her clit through the lace—once, twice—before she broke, her hips jerking up off the seat like she was trying to ride my hand right there. I didn't let her. I pinned her, yanking the fabric aside with my teeth before sinking a finger inside her in one deep, cruel thrust.
She was drowning in it, her tight little cunt strangling my fingers like she'd shatter if I pulled away. "That's it," I growled, crooking my fingers just right, "take my fingers like the desperate girl you are—quietly." Her nails dug crescents into my arm as I fucked her harder, her whimpers smothered against my shoulder, her whole body coiled tight, seconds from snapping—right there in the back of the fucking bus where anyone could see.
Then the bus lurched. Brakes screeched, and my fingers rammed deep inside her, forcing a broken "Aaaah—!" from her lips. Haruna's body jerked forward, her thighs slamming together like she could trap me inside her forever. My cock throbbed at the sound, at the way her walls milked me even as the bus jolted to a stop.
That's when I saw them.
The doors wheezed open. A man in a wrinkled suit shuffled in, his gaze sliding off us like oil—but the woman behind him locked on. Mid-40s, with the kind of sharp eyes that missed nothing. Her knuckles whitened around her purse strap as she beelined for the back row—directly across from us.
"Fuck." My cock twitched. The danger was its own kind of foreplay.
I dragged my fingers out of Haruna's drenched pussy with a slow, deliberate pull, savoring the way her walls tried to keep me. Her juices coated my skin, obscene and glistening. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, her hips still rolling in tiny, desperate circles—like she could fuck the air if she tried hard enough.
Haruna shot me a look hot enough to scald before smoothing her skirt down with trembling hands. The bus lurched forward just as the woman dropped into her seat, the engine's growl covering the sound of Haruna's ragged breathing.
I didn't wipe my fingers clean.
I licked them.
Haruna's eyes burned into me as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the heat I'd stirred inside her. The woman across from us adjusted her scarf again, her sharp gaze flickering toward the window—completely unaware that the girl beside me was seconds from unraveling right in front of her.
And fuck, that made my cock throb, hard and aching against my zipper.
I couldn't push Haruna further—not with prying eyes so close—but the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into her skirt, told me she was begging for it. The bus lurched, and she let out a tiny, broken sound, her blush deepening.
"Our stop is next," she whispered, her voice rough.
We stepped off the bus, the evening air doing nothing to cool the fire between us. The walk to Julie's house was charged, Haruna's silence heavy with unspoken need. When we reached the door, I rang the doorbell, the chime echoing through the house like a warning.
The door swung open almost immediately.
Hannah was standing there, her eyes bright with relief.
"Hannah—!" She threw herself into the other girl's arms. "Thank you... You're my best sister..."
Hannah hugged her tightly, but her gaze locked onto me over Haruna's shoulder, sharp and knowing. Then Julie stepped out of her room, her presence filling the space like a storm.
Her eyes met mine—flashing with something raw and dangerous—before she masked it with a cold, furious expression.
"Oh." Her voice was ice. "So you finally decided to show up."
I opened my mouth, but Haruna cut in, "Aunt, don't blame Jack—it's all because of me—"
Julie's gaze snapped to her, her expression softening for just a second before she turned that razor-sharp focus back on me. "No, Haruna." Her voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the edge beneath it.
"This isn't your fault. This is his. He hid it from me. He didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
"You told Hannah. You told Yuko. But you lied to me. What does that mean, Jack?" She crossed her arms, her eyes burning into mine. "Am I not important? Someone you can just ignore when it suits you?"
I could see the cracks in her performance—the way her fingers tightened around her own arms, the way her breath hitched just slightly. But she wasn't done.
"I thought Hannah was hurt, " she continued, her voice trembling with fake outrage. "I thought you'd actually done something to her! And then she tells me it was all an act? That you planned this whole thing behind my back?" She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do I mean so little to you that you can't even be honest with me?"
Haruna shifted uncomfortably beside me, but I kept my gaze locked on Julie. I knew this game. Knew the way her chest rose and fell just a little faster, the way her eyes flicked to my lips before she caught herself.
"Aunt Julie—" I started, but she cut me off with a sharp gesture.
"No." Her voice was firm, but I saw the way her fingers twitched at her sides. "I don't want to hear it, Jack. Not right now." She turned abruptly, her voice trembling just enough to sell it. "Hannah, I'm going to my room. Tell them not to disturb me."
I didn't let her get far.
"Aunt Julie—wait." My voice was low, commanding, but Julie had closed the door with a loud thud.
Haruna moved to follow, but I stopped Haruna with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. She's not really angry." I shot Hannah a look. "Stay here. I'll handle this."
Haruna bit her lip, nodding as I pushed past her, following Julie into her room. The door clicked shut behind me, and the second it did, Julie whirled on me, her act dropping like a mask.
"You absolute bastard," she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice—just heat, just need. She stepped closer, her hands coming up to shove at my chest, but I caught her wrists, pinning them against the door.
"Did you enjoy that?" she demanded, her voice breathless. "Making me worry? Making me think you'd actually hurt Hannah?"
I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above hers. "You loved it," I murmured. "You loved playing the hurt one. Loved the excuse to drag me in here."
She let out a frustrated sound, but her body betrayed her, arching into me. "You're insufferable. "
"And you're dramatic, " I shot back, my grip on her wrists tightening just enough to make her gasp. "But we both know you're not really mad."
Her eyes flashed, dark and dangerous, like storm clouds ready to break. "Oh, I'm mad, Jack," she hissed, her voice a low, velvety growl that sent a jolt straight to my cock. "I'm furious. You made me...." She twisted her wrists in my grip, testing my hold, but I didn't let go—not even an inch. Instead, I pulled her closer, feeling the way her body reacted, the way her breath hitched as her chest brushed against mine.
"What?" I cut in, my voice rough, my lips hovering just above hers. "Made you what, Julie?"
She hesitated, her breath coming faster, her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous. "Made me wait, " she spat, her voice trembling with frustration.
"Made my fucking cock-hungry asshole of a body itch for you. Made me sit here, wondering if you were even coming, if you were—" Her voice cracked, just for a second, before she forced it steady again. "If you were off getting your dick wet somewhere else while I was here, aching for it."
A low, dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "Is that what this is about?" I murmured, my free hand sliding down to grip her hip, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "You were jealous?"
"I was pissed, " she snapped, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them. "I was furious that you left me here, needing you, while you were out—"