The hallway suddenly felt suffocatingly small, as if the walls were pressing in from all sides, squeezing the air from my lungs.
Every breath carried the heavy weight of Tomiko's words — years of sleepless nights, endless silent sacrifices, and a youth she had quietly laid down so her sister's life wouldn't completely unravel.
She had given up her own chance at marriage, children, and personal dreams, all while no one had been there to catch her when she finally started to break.
"I'll contact the best doctors," I said firmly, trying to inject confidence into my voice.
"The finest specialists in the world. There has to be something — new experimental treatments, advanced therapy programs, clinical trials... anything that could help."
Tomiko shook her head slowly, her expression weary beyond words. "There's no need, Jack." Her voice was flat and exhausted, like someone who had repeated this conversation in her head a thousand times.
She wiped at her reddened eyes with sharp, almost angry movements. "I've already spoken to the top psychologists in Tokyo and even consulted doctors in New York and London. They all say the exact same thing."
A bitter, hollow laugh escaped her lips, echoing painfully in the narrow hallway. "They say Kasumi suffers from severe emotional distress caused by prolonged trauma and abandonment. There's no medicine that can magically cure her. She's... broken in a way that pills or injections alone can't fix."
She turned away from me, pressing a trembling hand flat against the wall as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her slim shoulders trembled visibly beneath the crisp fabric of her tailored business suit.
"They tell me she needs her daughters more than anything," she continued, her voice dropping into a fragile whisper.
"She needs to feel wanted again. Needed. Like she still matters in their lives. But how can I possibly give her that?" Her words cracked with raw pain.
"How can I make Yuko understand the depth of what she did? How can I convince her to stay this time instead of running away again when things get hard?"
The raw desperation in her voice sliced through me like a knife.
I stepped closer without thinking, sliding my hand gently from her shoulder down to the small of her back, offering what little silent support I could.
"Oba-san," I murmured softly, my tone low and reassuring, "you don't have to carry this burden by yourself anymore. I'm here now. I'll talk to both Yuko and Haruna."
"I'll make sure they truly understand how serious this is. I'll do whatever it takes to make them stay and support their mother."
Tomiko's breath hitched sharply. For several long seconds, she remained perfectly still, then slowly turned to face me. Her dark eyes searched mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten painfully.
There was something so desperate, so raw and vulnerable in her gaze that it hurt to look at.
"I'm afraid..." she whispered, her voice cracking like thin glass.
"I'm so terrified, Jack. What if her sister cannot survive it this time if Haruna or Yuko leave her again? What if the pain becomes too much?" Fresh tears welled up as she gripped my hand tightly.
"Can you promise me — truly promise me — that you will make them stay with her? That they won't abandon her again? Sister... she is all I have left in this world."
I held her hand gently but firmly, locking my gaze with hers. "I promise you, Oba-san. I give you my word. I will make sure Yuko and Haruna stay here and take responsibility. I will do everything in my power to help this family heal. You won't have to face this alone anymore. Not now, not ever."
Tomiko nodded slowly, fresh tears slipping silently down her pale cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, almost embarrassed, trying to pull her usual composed self back together.
"Thank you, Jack... I'm truly sorry for dumping such a heavy burden on you like this. You're still so young, and yet here I am..."
I shook my head immediately, my voice warm and sincere. "Oba-san, please don't apologize. I'm part of this family now. I already made a promise to Kasumi Oka-san, and I intend to keep it. I won't let her down — and I definitely won't let you down either."
She studied my face for a long, quiet moment. Her expression gradually softened, just a little. "Haruna is really lucky to have met someone like you. You're a good man, Jack — kind, strong, and responsible. Not many men would willingly step into such a complicated family mess and promise to fix it."
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from behind us. I turned to see Kasumi, Yuko, and Haruna walking toward us down the hallway.
Kasumi looked at Tomiko and me with a gentle, curious smile. "What are you two talking about so seriously over here?"
Tomiko quickly straightened her posture and forced a bright, teasing smile onto her face, though the pain in her eyes hadn't fully disappeared.
"Oh, nothing important... I was just telling Jack how lucky our Haruna is to have found someone as handsome and kind as him."
She glanced playfully at Haruna and added with light mischief, "Haruna... if you can't hold onto Jack properly, I might just steal him away and keep him for myself."
"Oba-san...!" Haruna's face turned bright red as she blushed furiously, covering her cheeks with both hands.
Tomiko chuckled softly, clearly trying her best to lighten the heavy mood, but the exhaustion and sorrow still lingered just beneath the surface.
Kasumi began moving slowly toward the kitchen, her steps careful but determined. I stepped forward immediately. "Oka-san, please let me help you with whatever you need."
She waved her hand gently, a soft smile on her lips. "No, no... how can our guest work in the kitchen? You should rest."
I put on an exaggeratedly sad expression, clutching my chest dramatically. "Oka-san... are you really treating me like an outsider already? I thought I had become your favorite son by now. This makes me so sad..."
Haruna jumped in right away, grinning widely. "Oka-san, please let Jack help! You have no idea how good he is. He can cook all kinds of dishes, and everything he makes is incredibly delicious. Even sister Yuko loves Jack's cooking!"
Kasumi turned to Haruna with a scolding yet deeply affectionate look, her traditional Japanese upbringing shining clearly through.
"Haruna... is this how I taught you to behave? Jack is going to be your future husband. How can you let him cook for you like this? It's not proper for a woman to push such tasks onto her man."
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Haruna whined cutely, puffing her cheeks. "But Oka-san... the food Jack cooks is really the best! It's so much better than anything I can make..."
I stepped in smoothly to defend her, gently taking Kasumi's soft, warm hand in mine. "Oka-san, please don't scold Haruna. It's completely my choice — I genuinely enjoy cooking for her. In fact, I would be happy to cook for her every day, for the rest of our lives."
Kasumi let out a long sigh, but her eyes sparkled with warm affection. She turned back to Haruna with mock sternness. "Listen carefully, Haruna... if you don't take good care of Jack and treat him properly, then I will personally beat you."
Haruna pretended to hide behind Yuko, peeking out dramatically. "Sister...! Look, Oka-san is being so partial again. She only ever scolds her precious youngest daughter!"
Yuko chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Well, you do deserve it sometimes. Oka-san, you don't know the half of it. Haruna can be really willful."
"She's always troubling Jack — dragging him to her friends' parties, making him feed her like a child, and complaining when things aren't perfect."
Kasumi shook her head with a fond but slightly disappointed smile. "Haruna... it seems you've forgotten so much of our Japanese culture after living abroad for so long. A proper wife should support her husband, not make extra work for him."
I smiled gently and defended Haruna again, my arm slipping around her waist. "Oka-san, these are actually the qualities I love most about Haruna."
"Even when she's being a little willful or spoiled, I feel good doing these things for her. If I'm not doing them for the woman I love, then who should I do them for?"
Haruna's eyes lit up. She immediately hugged me tightly, pressing her warm body against mine without hesitation. "Jack... you're too good to me. I promise I'll take even better care of you from now on."
Kasumi watched the two of us with a gentle, approving smile before turning her attention to Tomiko. "Tomiko... you should also find yourself a good man like Jack someday. It's time you started building your own family and happiness."
Tomiko offered a soft, weary smile in return, though a clear hint of sadness lingered in her eyes. "I already have a family, sister... You, Haruna, and now Jack have become part of it too."
I noticed she deliberately left out Yuko's name. The unspoken tension hung heavily in the air — painful and far from resolved.
Kasumi's face fell the moment she heard those words. A shadow of deep sadness crossed her gentle features, as if she had suddenly become a burden in her own sister's life. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked down, blinking rapidly to hold back the emotion welling up inside her.
Tomiko noticed immediately and stepped closer, her voice gentle but firm. "Sister... this is what I want. Truly. I chose this path long ago. Please don't look at me like that."
Kasumi felt even more downhearted. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The guilt and helplessness were written clearly across her face.
Both Yuko and Haruna exchanged a quick, worried glance. They could sense that something serious was being hidden from them — the heavy atmosphere between their mother and aunt was impossible to miss.
Wanting to lighten the mood and shift the conversation, Kasumi forced a small smile and turned toward me. "Jack... if you really want to help, you can chop the vegetables for me."
She gently took my arm and led me into the spacious, warmly lit kitchen. The aroma of simmering broth already floated in the air.
With a soft instruction to the maid, Kasumi asked her to bring out fresh vegetables — carrots, bell peppers, onions, cabbage — and a selection of premium cuts of meat.
Once everything was neatly arranged on the wide marble counter, Kasumi handed me a sharp chef's knife and a sturdy wooden cutting board piled high with colorful produce.
I began chopping with steady, rhythmic motions, the knife making clean, satisfying thuds against the board as I sliced carrots into precise diagonal pieces and julienned the bell peppers. Beside me, Kasumi worked with quiet focus.
She first seasoned the meat with a light sprinkle of salt, pepper, and a touch of grated ginger, then began slicing it into thin, even strips for the stir-fry. Her movements were graceful but clearly tired — years of running a household showing in the slight stiffness of her wrists.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Tomiko, Haruna, and Yuko quietly watching us work together from the doorway, their gazes warm yet tinged with underlying concern.
As I continued chopping, I noticed small beads of sweat forming on Kasumi's forehead from the warmth of the stove and the effort of standing for so long.
Without thinking, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my clean handkerchief, and gently dabbed her brow. A faint, comforting scent — soft floral notes mixed with her natural warmth — reached me.
"Oka-san," I said softly, my voice full of concern, "you have to take better care of yourself. Please don't push yourself too hard. You look tired."
Kasumi paused, then gave me a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Jack... I'm alright."
We continued working side by side in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
I stirred the large pot on the stove, carefully tending to the bubbling dashi-based broth, skimming off any foam that rose to the surface and adjusting the heat to a gentle simmer.
Meanwhile, Kasumi had moved on to preparing mushrooms for the soup. She picked up a fresh shiitake, holding it steady with her left hand while her right hand brought the knife down in a smooth, practiced motion.
But her grip slipped — just slightly — from fatigue and distraction. The sharp blade caught the edge of her index finger instead of the mushroom stem. A thin, bright line of blood instantly welled up on her pale skin.
She jerked her hand back with a small, startled gasp. "Ah—"
I immediately stopped stirring and turned to her. "What happened? Let me see."
A shallow but clean cut marked her finger, not deep enough to need stitches, but enough to draw blood that slowly trickled down toward her palm. The sight sent a rush of protective concern through me.
Without hesitation, I gently cradled her injured hand in both of mine, bringing her bleeding finger closer. I leaned down and placed my lips around the small wound, sucking softly and steadily.
The metallic taste of blood touched my tongue as I applied gentle suction, cleaning the cut while my tongue brushed lightly against her fingertip.
The intimate gesture was instinctive — meant to soothe and stop the bleeding — but the closeness made the moment unexpectedly tender.
Kasumi's breath hitched sharply. Her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink that spread all the way to her ears.
She stood frozen for a second, clearly flustered by the sudden closeness and the warmth of my mouth on her skin. "J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, a mix of embarrassment and surprise coloring her tone.
I kept her finger in my mouth for a few more seconds, sucking gently one last time before slowly pulling away. A thin strand of saliva briefly connected us before breaking. I looked up at her flushed face and said calmly, yet with clear affection, "Oba-san, could you please bring the first aid kit?"
Tomiko's eyes widened as she noticed the blood. Haruna and Yuko also stepped closer immediately, their faces filled with worry.
"Mother, are you okay?" Haruna asked anxiously, her voice laced with concern.
"It's just a small cut," Yuko added, though her tone carried clear worry. "Does it hurt?"
I turned to the two maids who had been assisting nearby. "Please take over in the kitchen for now."
The maids bowed slightly and replied in unison, "Yes, young master."
Kasumi's blush deepened even further, her free hand lightly touching her warm cheek. "Jack... I'm really okay. It's just a minor scratch. There's no need to make such a fuss..."
I didn't listen. I carefully pulled her out of the kitchen, my arm gently around her waist, and guided her toward the living room sofa.
Tomiko returned quickly with the first aid kit. I sat beside Kasumi, dipped a piece of cotton into disinfectant, and gently wiped the cut. She hissed softly at the sting, her face scrunching up adorably.
"Easy... it'll only hurt for a second," I murmured reassuringly.
Once the area was clean, I applied some soothing cream and placed a small, neat bandage over her finger. "Oka-san... you really are quite clumsy sometimes," I said with a mix of affection and gentle scolding. "From now on, you are not allowed to set foot in the kitchen without me. I will cook for you. That's final."
I then turned to Haruna and Yuko, who were still hovering nearby with worried expressions. "Haruna, what are you standing there for? Go bring some warm water for Oka-san. And Sister Yuko... please help massage Oka-san's shoulders. She's been working too hard."
Haruna nodded quickly. "Right away!" She hurried off toward the kitchen.
Yuko, though still a bit tense, moved behind her mother and began gently massaging her shoulders. "Like this, Mother?"
Kasumi smiled softly, though her eyes still carried traces of lingering sadness. She looked at me with quiet gratitude, her cheeks still faintly pink from earlier. "Jack... you're spoiling me too much."
I returned her smile warmly, my voice full of sincerity. "That's exactly what I intend to do, Oka-san. You deserve to be spoiled. After everything you've been through, let me take care of you, even if it's just a little."
Tomiko, watching from the side, couldn't help but smile gently at the sight of her sister's softened expression. For the first time in a long while, Kasumi looked genuinely cared for and at peace.
Using my telepathy, I clearly heard Tomiko's inner thoughts: [Jack... is really perfect. He's bringing all of us closer together. Sister looks so happy right now... I haven't seen her like this in years. Thank you... truly.]
I then shifted my gaze to Kasumi and gently tuned into her thoughts as well: [Today is the happiest day of my life... I am so happy. My daughters are finally back home, and Jack is taking care of me like a real son would... treating me with such warmth. I can see in his eyes that he truly loves Haruna. He's not acting — it's real. My heart feels so full.]
Feeling content, I excused myself and stepped back into the kitchen to oversee the maids as they finished the final touches on the meal.
Through the open doorway, I could see Kasumi, Tomiko, Haruna, and Yuko sitting together in the living area, chatting and laughing softly. The sound of their light laughter filled the house with a rare sense of warmth and normalcy that made my chest tighten with emotion.
Once everything was ready, I instructed the maids, "Please bring all the dishes to the dining table."
The dining table was special — a traditional low Japanese-style kotatsu table with a thick, warm blanket attached and a heater glowing softly underneath. It was a comfortable six-seater, perfect for intimate family gatherings like this.
I called everyone over warmly. "Alright, everyone, come sit together and let's eat. No one eats alone tonight."
As we gathered around the kotatsu, I helped Kasumi settle comfortably, adjusting the blanket over her legs with care. I began serving food onto her plate with gentle attention. "Oka-san, tell me honestly — what do you like to eat the most? From now on, I'll cook it for you whenever you want. I want you to look forward to meals again."
Kasumi looked surprised and slightly flustered, her voice soft. "How can that be...? I can't ask you to do that. You're already doing so much for us."
Tomiko chuckled softly and chimed in with a warm smile, "Sister loves dumplings with soup. That's always been her favorite since we were young. She used to make them for me when I was little."
Kasumi shot her sister a playful yet embarrassed glare. "Tomiko... why are you bothering Jack like this? Don't trouble him."
I smiled and shook my head gently. "It's not bothering at all, Oka-san. In fact, I really want you to try my cooking. I hope it can bring you even a little happiness."
Kasumi hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a gentle, emotional smile. "Okay... but you have to teach me how to make it too." I knew deep down she wanted an excuse to spend more time with me and feel useful again.
I nodded warmly in agreement, my heart swelling at her quiet desire to connect.
As I continued serving, I noticed fresh tears glistening in Kasumi's eyes. She tried to blink them away, but they slipped down her cheeks anyway.
Haruna noticed immediately and asked with concern, leaning forward, "Oka-san, why are you crying? Did something happen?"
Kasumi quickly wiped her tears with trembling fingers and smiled brightly through her emotions. "I'm just... happy. I'm so very happy right now. Having all of you here together... it feels like a dream I never thought would come true again."
Tomiko's eyes also grew misty as she watched her sister, her voice thick with emotion. "Sister... seeing you smile like this after so long... it means everything to me."
We all sat down on the cushioned floor around the warm kotatsu table, folding our legs comfortably under the heated blanket. Tomiko sat right next to me on my right, while Haruna and Yuko sat on my left side. Kasumi sat directly opposite me.
Because of how closely we were seated under the shared blanket, my knee and toes occasionally brushed against Tomiko's. Our thighs pressed lightly together in the cozy, intimate space, creating a quiet sense of closeness and family bond.
Haruna and Yuko took their first sips of the hot soup and let out satisfied sounds.
"It's... delicious!" Haruna exclaimed, eyes widening with genuine delight. "Jack, this is really amazing."
Yuko nodded, her voice softer but sincere. "It really is. The broth has such a deep, comforting flavor."
I cautioned them gently, my tone protective. "Drink slowly, otherwise you might burn your tongue. It's still very hot."
Haruna pouted cutely. "I know..."
Yuko chuckled lightly and teased, "Jack... we're not children anymore. We can take care of ourselves."
I smiled softly, looking at them with affection. "I know. I was just worried about you two. I want everyone to enjoy the meal without any discomfort."
Tomiko kept serving more food onto my plate with motherly insistence, her movements careful and full of care. "Jack... you're not eating enough. Here, have some more dumplings. You worked so hard today."
I tried to protest lightly, laughing a little. "I already ate a lot. I really can't eat anymore, Oba-san."
But Tomiko wouldn't hear it. Her eyes were warm and determined. "No, no... how can you eat so little? You poured your heart into this meal for all of us. You have to eat more so you stay strong." With that, she piled several dumplings, stir-fried vegetables, and tender slices of meat onto my plate.
To my surprise, Yuko also began adding food to my plate — a quiet but meaningful gesture. Both Kasumi and Tomiko looked momentarily surprised by Yuko's sudden attentiveness, exchanging a quick glance, but they didn't comment, letting the moment unfold naturally.
Yuko spoke softly, her voice carrying genuine gratitude as she sensed the emotions swirling around the table. "Jack... thank you. I know you're busy with your own life, but thank you for coming with us and being here. It means more than you know."
I looked at her kindly, my voice steady and sincere. "Sister Yuko... we are family now. Do we really need to thank each other just for being together with our own family members? I'm happy to be here with all of you."
Yuko seemed taken aback for a second, then a genuine, soft smile spread across her face as she nodded. "Yeah... you're right. We are family."
At that moment, as the warmth of the kotatsu enveloped us, Tomiko suddenly reached under the blanket and gently took my hand in hers. She squeezed it tightly, her fingers trembling slightly with emotion.
Leaning closer so only I could hear, she whispered with a voice full of deep thankfulness, "Jack... thank you from the bottom of my heart. You've brought light back into this house. I don't know how to repay you for everything you're doing for my sister... for all of us. You're a blessing to this family."
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she held my hand a moment longer, her thumb gently stroking the back of my hand in a silent, heartfelt gesture of gratitude before slowly letting go.
Kasumi's thoughts rang clearly in my mind through telepathy at that exact moment: [By their reactions, it seems Yuko also approves of Jack... Their relationship is good. After that night when I confronted her... after what happened with her master... ]
[I knew Yuko had started hating men. She was almost raped, and as her mother, I couldn't even protect her properly... Now, seeing her like this with Jack, I feel she has changed. I don't know if her aversion to men is completely gone... or if it's only for Jack. Either way... Jack is healing us all.]
I nodded slightly at Tomiko, acknowledging her heartfelt words and the gentle squeeze of her hand under the blanket. A small, grateful smile touched her lips in return.
We finished the rest of the dinner in a warm, comfortable atmosphere, the kotatsu keeping us cozy as laughter and light conversation flowed around the table. Once everyone was done, the maids quietly cleared the dishes, their movements efficient and respectful, leaving the room feeling peaceful once again.
Haruna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned to me. "Jack... come, I'll take you for a walk. There's a beautiful garden at the back. The flowers look especially pretty at night."
With that, she stood up and took my hand gently but firmly, her fingers intertwining with mine.
I let her lead me outside through the sliding doors into the traditional Japanese garden. The night air was cool and refreshing, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine and fresh grass. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting soft silver shadows on the stone path.
As soon as we were a little deeper into the garden, away from the house lights, Haruna stopped, turned to me, and pulled me close.
She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me deeply on the lips — a passionate, grateful kiss full of emotion. Her lips were soft and warm, pressing against mine with surprising intensity.
When she finally pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was breathless and sincere. "Thank you, Jack... Without you, I know Sister Yuko would have never even thought of coming back home. You've brought us all together again. I'm so happy... happier than I've been in a very long time."
She kissed me again, harder this time, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she wanted to pour all her gratitude and love into that single moment. Her body pressed against mine, and the kiss grew more fervent, filled with relief and joy.
Using my telekinesis, I gently extended my senses and felt Tomiko's presence nearby. She was standing quietly at the edge of the garden, partially hidden by the sliding door, silently observing us with a soft, complicated expression — a mix of warmth, approval, and a hint of melancholy.
I smiled against Haruna's lips and whispered teasingly when we parted for air, "So... how do you want to reward me for being such a good future son-in-law?"
Haruna's face flushed a deep crimson in the moonlight. She buried her face in my chest, her voice shy but playful. "Jack... you're so mean for teasing me like that right now." She peeked up at me, still blushing furiously, and added softly, "But... I'll think of something special. Just for you."
I chuckled softly, pulling her closer for one more gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll hold you to that."
It was getting late, the night sky now fully dark with stars beginning to twinkle above. Hand in hand, we walked back inside the house, the cool air giving way to the warm, inviting glow of the interior lights.
Inside, we saw that Yuko had already made plans to sleep close to her mother. Haruna, seeing this, immediately expressed her desire too. "I want to sleep together with everyone tonight as well. It feels like we're finally a real family again."
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Tomiko smiled softly, her eyes warm with quiet emotion. "Why don't we all sleep in the big hall room together? It'll be more comfortable that way. I'll ask the maids to arrange the futons."
The maids moved quickly and efficiently, their movements quiet and practiced.
They spread out five thick, comfortable futons side by side across the spacious tatami floor, carefully placing soft, fluffy pillows at the head of each one and layering warm, fluffy blankets on top.
The arrangement created one large, connected sleeping space that felt wonderfully intimate and familial — like the whole family was truly coming together under one roof for the first time in years.
The women excused themselves briefly to change into their sleepwear. While they were gone, I quickly changed into a simple t-shirt and loose cotton trousers, trying to calm myself down. When they all returned to the room, my breath caught in my throat.
All four of them were wearing traditional yukata-style kimonos — soft, silky fabric in delicate pastel shades that perfectly suited their figures.
Because they were from the same family, they all shared that striking trait: full, massive breasts that strained beautifully against the thin material.
The kimonos were tied snugly at the waist with wide obi belts, which only accentuated their voluptuous curves even more — pushing their heavy tits upward and outward while hugging their rounded, bulging asses in a way that made the fabric cling provocatively.
The sight was overwhelming. Tomiko's mature, elegant body looked incredibly sensual in the soft lamplight.
Yuko and Haruna's younger, firmer figures were equally tempting, and Kasumi... Kasumi's enormous breasts looked almost too large for the yukata to contain, the deep cleavage subtly visible where the fabric crossed over her chest.
The final order ended up like this: From the left side — Tomiko first, then Yuko beside her, then Kasumi right next to Yuko, then Haruna, and finally me on the far right.
My cock began to harden rapidly at the mere image, straining noticeably against the fabric of my pants. I shifted uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to hide my growing arousal.
I gulped hard, my mouth suddenly dry. My erection throbbed even harder, forming an obvious tent in my loose trousers.
I quickly lay down on my futon and pulled the blanket up high, desperately trying to cover the prominent bulge before anyone noticed. My heart pounded as I tried to steady my breathing, the warm, intimate atmosphere of the room suddenly feeling much more charged.
Tomiko glanced at me with a gentle, knowing smile as she settled onto her futon on the far left.
Yuko lay down beside her mother, while Kasumi got comfortable in the middle, still radiating that soft, maternal warmth.
Haruna crawled onto her futon right next to me, her yukata shifting slightly and giving me a teasing glimpse of smooth skin and deep cleavage as she moved.
She immediately snuggled close to her mother, wrapping her arms around Kasumi in a tight, affectionate hug as they prepared to sleep. I watched them with a quiet pang of jealousy twisting in my chest.
Haruna looked so content, her face buried comfortably against Kasumi's soft chest. I couldn't help but wish it was me instead — the thought of hugging Kasumi, feeling those massive, heavy tits pressing warmly against my face and body, made heat rise sharply in my core.
The room grew quiet, filled only with the soft rustle of blankets and the faint scent of their floral body wash lingering in the air.
Under the shared layers of blankets, the closeness of five bodies created a cocoon of warmth that made it impossible to ignore how near everyone was — especially Haruna on my left and the knowledge that Kasumi was only two futons away.
Haruna turned toward me under the thick blanket, her voice a soft, caring whisper that only I could hear. "Jack... are you comfortable? The futon isn't too hard, is it?"
I forced a small smile, trying my best to sound normal despite the intense throbbing hardness still straining painfully between my legs. "Yeah... I'm good. Don't worry about me."
But the truth was far from calm. My cock had grown even harder, pulsing hot and heavy against the fabric of my lowers.
The sight of all four women in their clinging yukatas — especially Kasumi's massive, overflowing breasts and the way the silk hugged every curve — had pushed me to the edge. The jealous desire to bury my face in Kasumi's soft chest while Haruna hugged her only made it worse.
Unable to bear the confinement any longer, I glanced around to make sure no one was looking directly at me. Under the cover of the blanket, I quietly pulled my aching cock out of my lowers, letting it spring free.
The cool night air kissed the sensitive skin, offering a small moment of relief, but the throbbing only intensified as blood continued to rush through it. It stood rigid and upright, twitching with every heartbeat.
Haruna had already turned her back toward me again, happily chatting in low whispers with her mother.
She was facing Kasumi, her voice soft and affectionate as they talked about old memories and how good it felt to sleep together as a family again.
Taking advantage of the moment, I shifted closer under the blanket. My heart pounded wildly.
With one hand, I gently lifted the edge of Haruna's yukata and the shared blanket, exposing the soft, rounded curve of her ass.
The silk had ridden up slightly, revealing smooth, warm skin. Without hesitation, I guided my hard, throbbing cock forward and pressed the swollen head firmly against her plump ass cheek.
The moment the hot, velvety tip of my cock made contact with her bare skin, Haruna's body stiffened in surprise. Her conversation with Kasumi cut off mid-sentence.
"—and then we used to..." Haruna froze, her breath catching sharply. She didn't turn around, but her back tensed visibly. A small, startled gasp escaped her lips — quiet enough that only I could hear it clearly.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body as my cock nestled between her soft ass cheeks, the thick cock pulsing insistently against her.
I didn't push further yet, just letting the heavy weight and warmth of my erection rest there, teasingly poking and rubbing ever so slightly with each subtle shift of my hips.
Haruna's voice trembled slightly when she tried to continue speaking to Kasumi, clearly trying to act natural. "M-Mother... you were saying something about the old cherry blossom festival...?"
But her free hand had already slipped under the blanket, reaching back toward me. Her fingers brushed hesitantly against my thigh, then found the base of my cock.
She gave it a gentle, surprised squeeze, as if confirming what was happening. Her breathing had grown quicker, shallower.
Under the blanket, I leaned in closer, my lips near her ear, whispering so softly that only she could hear:
"Shh... keep talking to Oka-san. Don't let them notice."
Haruna's ass cheeks clenched instinctively around the head of my cock at my words. Her body was warm, soft, and incredibly inviting.
I could feel her heartbeat racing through her skin as she struggled to maintain composure while chatting with her mother just a few feet away.
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Haruna's body was trembling uncontrollably now, her thighs pressed tightly together around my cock as I kept the swollen head lodged just inside her dripping entrance.
She was still desperately trying to hold a normal conversation with her mother, but her voice was growing thinner and shakier with every passing second.
Kasumi continued speaking softly, completely oblivious, her tone warm and full of motherly excitement.
"The cherry blossoms should be at their peak tomorrow. We can pack a big basket — onigiri, your favorite tamagoyaki, and some fresh strawberries. It'll be just like when you girls were little. We can spread a blanket under the trees and take lots of photos together..."
Haruna bit down hard on her lower lip, her nails digging deeper into Kasumi's massive, soft breasts through the thin yukata.
Her face remained buried between those enormous, pillowy tits, muffling her breathing as best as she could.
Her pussy was soaking wet, clenching rhythmically around the head of my cock, begging for more even as she fought to stay silent.
But the slow teasing wasn't enough anymore.
I gripped Haruna's hip under the blanket with one hand, holding her steady.
Then, with a slow but firm thrust, I drove my thick cock deeper into her tight heat — burying several more inches in one smooth motion. Haruna's body jerked violently against mine. Her inner walls stretched around my girth, fluttering wildly as I filled her.
I didn't stop.
I began fucking her with deep, steady strokes — pulling back until only the swollen head remained inside her, then slamming back in with controlled force.
Each thrust made a faint, wet sound under the blankets that only we could hear. My hips rocked against her ass in a steady rhythm, driving my cock balls-deep into her pussy again and again.
Haruna's breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. She tried so hard to stay quiet, but soft, muffled whimpers kept escaping into Kasumi's cleavage.
"Nngh... mmmph..."
I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. My thick cock pistoned in and out of her slick pussy, the head kissing her cervix with every powerful thrust.
The wet, squelching sounds grew slightly louder as her juices coated my cock and leaked down her thighs.
Haruna's legs trembled violently. She squeezed Kasumi's massive tits even tighter, her fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh as if they were her only anchor.
Kasumi let out another soft, surprised chuckle, still completely innocent. "Haruna...? You're squeezing me so tightly tonight. Are you really that happy?" She gently stroked her daughter's hair, her huge breasts jiggling softly with her laughter. "It makes me so happy too... having my family all together like this."
The contrast only made everything more intense. While Kasumi spoke so lovingly about the cherry blossom picnic, I was fucking her daughter hard under the same blanket — pounding into Haruna's tight, dripping pussy with deep, relentless strokes.
I shifted my angle slightly, driving upward so my cock rubbed directly against her sensitive spot with every thrust.
Haruna's pussy clenched hard around me, spasming wildly. Her hips started moving back against me instinctively, meeting my thrusts despite her efforts to stay still.
I fucked her faster now — harder, deeper. The futon beneath us shifted slightly with the force of my movements. My balls slapped quietly against her with each thrust.
Haruna's whole body was shaking. She buried her face even deeper into Kasumi's massive tits, her hot, ragged breaths heating her mother's skin.
"Mmmph—! Ah... ahh..." The moans she tried to suppress came out as desperate, vibrating whimpers against Kasumi's chest.
I could feel my own climax building rapidly. My cock swelled even thicker inside her, the veins pulsing as pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine.
I gripped Haruna's hip harder and started fucking her with short, brutal thrusts — slamming into her deepest parts, the head of my cock battering her cervix again and again.
Haruna's pussy fluttered violently around me, squeezing and milking my cock as if trying to pull me even deeper. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably. She was so close — and so was I.
With one final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside her, the swollen head pressed flush against the entrance of her womb.
Then I exploded.
Thick, hot ropes of semen burst violently from my cock, flooding straight into Haruna's womb in powerful, rhythmic jets. The first massive spurt shot deep inside her, filling her instantly.
Then another, and another — heavy, pulsing waves of cum painting the inside of her womb white. My cock throbbed and jerked inside her as I kept pumping load after thick load, emptying myself completely into her deepest part.
The sheer volume was overwhelming. Warm cum kept flooding her womb, so much that it quickly overflowed, leaking out around my buried cock and coating her thighs and the base of my cock with sticky wetness.
Haruna's reaction was immediate and intense.
Her entire body convulsed hard against me. A sudden, sharp, and completely uncontrollable moan tore from her throat — louder and more sensual than before.
"Ahh—!! Mmmph... haaah...!"
The sound vibrated heavily into Kasumi's breasts, impossible to fully hide. Her pussy clamped down like a vice around my pulsing cock, milking every last drop as her own orgasm crashed through her. Her toes curled tightly under the blanket, her legs shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body.
Kasumi paused mid-sentence again, clearly startled. "Haruna?! Sweetheart, what's wrong? You sound... are you crying?"
She hugged her daughter closer, her massive tits squishing even more around Haruna's flushed, moaning face. "You're trembling so much... Tell me if you're not feeling well."
Haruna could barely speak. Her voice came out broken, shaky, and muffled against her mother's chest. "I-I'm... fine, Mother... just... so happy... nngh... we're all... together... ah..."
Under the blanket, my cock continued to twitch and pulse deep inside her overflowing womb, the final thick spurts still emptying into her.
Haruna's pussy kept fluttering and squeezing around me, greedily accepting every drop while her body trembled with the overwhelming surprise and intensity of being fucked hard and then suddenly filled so completely — all while her mother held her close, completely unaware.
The risk of Tomiko or Yuko noticing the strange sounds, the slight movements of the blankets, or Haruna's unusual behavior made the entire moment dangerously electric.
Haruna's face burned crimson with embarrassment and lingering pleasure, her body still secretly impaled on my cock as my hot, thick cum continued to flood and leak from her womb.
-x-X-x-
I gave one final, slow thrust deep inside Haruna before pulling my cock out completely. There was a soft, wet pop sound as my thick shaft left her stretched, cum-filled pussy.
A thick trickle of my warm semen immediately leaked out from between her thighs, staining the inside of her wrinkled yukata. I quickly covered Haruna with the blanket again, adjusted my own clothes and blanket to hide any evidence, and lay back down as if nothing had happened.
Haruna stayed still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, her body still trembling from the intense aftershocks. Then, in a shaky voice, she whispered, "I... I'm going to the washroom."
She slowly stood up, carefully clenching her legs together to stop more of my cum from leaking down her thighs. Her yukata was noticeably wrinkled and slightly disheveled from our secret activity under the blanket.
I watched as she walked away with small, cautious steps, one hand subtly pressing against her lower belly.
Kasumi and Yuko were still quietly chatting in low voices on the other side, while Tomiko occasionally joined in with gentle, soothing comments.
Kasumi's face looked peaceful and content in the dim lamplight as she spoke with her daughters, her arms loosely wrapped around them.
"Tomiko," Kasumi said softly, her voice warm with hope, "tomorrow morning, why don't you show Jack around the office? Introduce him to our business and show him the latest plans. Maybe there can be some cooperation or new ideas we can work on together. It's better if profits stay within the family, right? We've grown so much, but having fresh eyes like Jack's could help us expand even further."
Kasumi then turned her gentle, pleading gaze toward me. "Jack... would that be okay with you? I don't want to impose..."
I nodded with a warm, reassuring smile. "Of course, Oka-san. That would be great. I'd love to see how everything works and contribute if I can."
Through my telepathy, I clearly heard Kasumi's real, hidden thoughts: [If Jack starts having business dealings with us, then whenever he comes here, he'll bring Yuko and Haruna along. That way, I can see my daughters more often... even if it's just for meetings. They've been away for so long... I miss them so much.]
I sighed inwardly, feeling a deep pang of pity and heartache for her. She was willing to use business as a bridge, masking her loneliness and longing for her children behind practical family profit talk. The quiet desperation in her mind made my chest tighten.
Tomiko nodded in firm agreement, her professional side emerging even in the middle of the night. "Alright then. We'll leave early in the morning for the office. In the evening, we can all go to the cherry blossom festival together as a family. It'll be perfect."
After some more quiet, heartfelt chatting filled with nostalgia and soft laughter, everyone gradually fell asleep.
The room grew quiet and peaceful, filled only with the faint, rhythmic sounds of breathing. In the dim lamplight, I could see a gentle, contented smile on Kasumi's sleeping face as she hugged both her daughters close to her chest, her massive breasts rising and falling softly with each breath.
After a warm and lively family breakfast filled with light teasing and plans for the cherry blossom picnic, Tomiko and I left the house early. She drove her sleek black luxury car with confident precision while I sat in the passenger seat.
I couldn't help but stare at her — dressed in a sharp, professional charcoal business suit, she looked elegant, powerful, and almost heroic.
The tailored jacket hugged her mature, curvaceous figure perfectly, the crisp white blouse underneath subtly accentuating her full breasts, and her pencil skirt highlighting her long legs. Her hair was neatly tied back, giving her an air of unshakeable authority.
The car smoothly stopped in front of a modern, towering building with large, elegant letters reading "Suzuki Enterprises" at the grand entrance. We stepped out and walked in together, side by side.
The security guards immediately stood at attention and saluted Tomiko with deep respect. When they noticed me walking confidently beside her, they exchanged quick, curious glances but said nothing.
As we moved through the bustling lobby, I caught faint whispers from the employees gathered near the reception desks:
"Who is that handsome guy with Tomiko-sama?"
"Is he her boyfriend?"
"Our boss is finally going to get married after all these years?"
"They look really good together... She always seems so serious, but next to him she looks softer."
I noticed a faint blush coloring Tomiko's usually composed cheeks. She acted as if she hadn't heard anything, keeping her posture straight and professional as we headed toward the private elevator.
Once inside the elevator, Tomiko began introducing her businesses in a calm, detailed tone. "Our company operates across multiple industries in Japan — real estate development, logistics and supply chain, hospitality, including luxury ryokans, and some strategic tech investments. We've been growing steadily despite the challenges, but there's always room for new partnerships..."
We continued the conversation until we reached her spacious, beautifully designed office on the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a stunning panoramic view of the Tokyo skyline.
A young, efficient Japanese woman named Hina was already waiting there with a tablet in hand.
"Boss, here is today's full schedule and briefing documents," Hina said politely, bowing slightly.
Tomiko gestured toward her. "Jack, this is Hina, my personal secretary. She's been with me for five years and handles everything flawlessly."
I smiled and greeted her warmly. "Hello, I'm Jack. Nice to meet you."
Tomiko added smoothly, "He is my nephew... and our young lady Haruna's fiancé."
Hina's eyes widened in genuine surprise and excitement. "Young lady's fiancé...! Oh, congratulations!"
We stepped fully into the elegant office. Tomiko sat behind her large mahogany desk while I took a comfortable recliner chair to the side, enjoying the breathtaking view outside the glass wall.
Hina began briefing Tomiko on the day's meetings in precise detail. After covering several routine items, she mentioned cautiously, "Boss... today we have that meeting with Mr. Daiki at the traditional tea house in the afternoon. Do you want me to arrange additional security?"
I immediately asked, leaning forward, "What happened? Why security?"
Tomiko waved it off a bit too quickly. "No, Jack... It's nothing serious. Just standard business entertainment."
I didn't look at Tomiko. Instead, I turned directly to Hina and said firmly, "Hina, tell me the truth. Everything."
Hina hesitated for a second, glancing nervously at Tomiko, but then spoke honestly. "Mr. Daiki is one of our largest and most influential clients — he controls major distribution networks across several prefectures."
"He's in his late fifties, wealthy, and known in business circles as charming on the surface but extremely predatory underneath. He has a reputation for targeting successful women in meetings, especially in private traditional tea houses where alcohol flows freely under the guise of 'relationship building.'
Last time, when Boss went to meet him, he kept insisting on pouring her sake himself, getting her glass refilled constantly while making increasingly personal and suggestive comments.
He tried to get her heavily drunk, then suggested they 'continue the discussion privately' in a back room. His hands wandered, and he made it clear he expected certain 'favors' in exchange for renewing the big contract.
The boss was prepared and stayed composed, but it was a close call. I was on the phone with her the entire time as backup.
At the last moment, I barged in pretending there was an urgent emergency and got her out safely. He's the type who uses his power and money to pressure women — smiling while threatening to pull contracts or spread rumors if they resist. I really think it's better to have security this time."
Tomiko trembled slightly, her hands tightening on the desk. She said with forced calmness and a hint of steel in her voice, "Nothing serious happened... Don't worry so much, Jack. I know exactly how to deal with bastards like him. I've handled worse over the years."
I looked at Hina and said quietly but authoritatively, "Hina, can you wait outside for a moment? I have something I want to say to your boss privately."
Hina nodded respectfully and walked out, closing the heavy office door behind her with a soft click.
The moment we were alone, I stood up and walked slowly closer to Tomiko. She looked up at me, a hint of panic flickering in her usually strong eyes. "Jack... what happened? Why are you looking at me like that—"
Before she could finish, I pulled her gently but firmly into my arms, wrapping her in a warm, protective hug. Her body stiffened for a split second in surprise, then melted against me.
"You have suffered a lot... all these years, Oba-san," I whispered softly into her ear, my voice full of genuine emotion and care.
"Carrying the weight of the family alone, protecting your sister, dealing with ruthless clients like that Daiki, who see powerful women as something to conquer... You don't have to be strong and endure everything by yourself anymore. I'm here now."
Tomiko's shoulders trembled in my arms. Warm tears slowly dripped onto my shoulder as she buried her face deeper against my chest, finally allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability in the safety of my embrace.
Quiet, suppressed sobs escaped her lips — soft, broken sounds that revealed years of exhaustion, loneliness, and the heavy burden she had carried alone for so long. Her strong, elegant body felt surprisingly fragile right now, her fingers clutching the back of my shirt tightly as if afraid I might disappear.
After a long moment, Tomiko gently pushed herself away from my chest, wiping her tears quickly with the back of her hand. She tried to regain her usual composed expression, though her eyes were still red and glistening.
"It's nothing hard..." she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse. "I... I just did what I had to do. Someone had to protect the family and keep the business running. I'm used to it."
I looked at her for a second, then gently flicked her forehead with my middle finger — a light but deliberate tap.
Thwack.
Tomiko's eyes widened in genuine surprise. She blinked rapidly, her hand flying up to touch the spot on her forehead.
"You... You dare bully your Oba-san like a child?!" Her voice came out in a cute, coquettish tone that she herself didn't even notice — higher-pitched and slightly pouty, completely different from her usual cool, professional demeanor.
I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked in that moment. I leaned in a little closer, my voice low and teasing. "Who told my Oba-san to be so stubborn? Always trying to carry everything alone, never asking for help, pretending she's fine when she's clearly hurting... If you keep doing that, I'll have to flick your forehead every single day."
Tomiko's cheeks flushed a soft pink. She looked away, but the corners of her lips twitched, fighting a smile.
My expression then turned serious. I looked straight into her eyes, my voice dropping with real anger — not at her, but for her.
"Let's go meet that Daiki. Right now. I want to see what kind of man he is... He dared to bully my Oba-san, to make you feel unsafe in your own business dealings. I will make him wish he had never been born."
Tomiko shook her head quickly, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "He didn't bully me... He's just a bastard. A greedy, sleazy one who thinks money and power let him treat women however he wants. But I can deal with him easily. I've handled worse men than him over the years."
I stared at her for a moment, then deliberately softened my expression and raised both hands in mock surrender. "You... Okay, okay. I know my strong, capable Oba-san can deal with him. I won't interfere if you don't want me to."
I let out an exaggerated sigh, making my voice sound dramatically defeated. "I'll just sit quietly like a good nephew and watch you handle everything perfectly."
Tomiko finally let out a soft chuckle — a genuine, light sound that broke through the lingering heaviness in the room. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and affection as she looked at me.
"You're really something, Jack... One moment you're angry enough to destroy someone, the next you're pretending to be obedient. You're going to give me a heart attack with these mood swings."
I grinned and gently wiped the remaining tear track from her cheek with my thumb. "I just don't like seeing you suffer alone anymore. You've done enough of that. From now on, whether it's business bastards like Daiki or anything else... You have me. You don't have to be strong by yourself."
Tomiko held my gaze for a long moment. The coquettish tone from earlier was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. She reached up and lightly touched the spot on her forehead where I had flicked her, a small, shy smile playing on her lips.
"You really are too kind... and too bold for your own good," she murmured. "But... thank you. It feels nice to have someone worry about me like this."
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the office door.
Tomiko quickly composed herself, wiping the last trace of tears from her eyes and straightening her suit jacket. She cleared her throat and said in her usual professional tone, "Come in."
The door opened, and Hina stepped inside, looking visibly nervous. Her face was slightly pale, and she was clutching her tablet tightly against her chest. She bowed quickly before speaking.
"Boss... It's bad. Mr. Daiki just arrived at the company. He's waiting in the VIP reception area on the 12th floor."
Tomiko's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "What is he doing here? We clearly agreed to meet at the tea house this afternoon. Why would he come to the company unannounced?"
Hina shook her head, her voice tense with worry. "I don't know, Boss. He showed up with two of his assistants and demanded to see you immediately. He said it was 'urgent business.' I have a bad feeling... he must be up to no good. This isn't like our usual meetings."
I stood up from the recliner chair, my expression calm but firm. I placed a reassuring hand on Tomiko's shoulder and looked at Hina confidently.
"Hina, don't worry. With me here, I won't let anything happen to Oba-san or her company. No one is going to disrespect or threaten her while I'm around."
Hina bit her lip, clearly still anxious. "But sir... Mr. Daiki is a billionaire with enormous influence. He has powerful connections in politics and the business world. If he gets angry, he can make things very difficult for us — cancel major contracts, spread damaging rumors, or even pressure our partners. He's not someone we can take lightly."
Tomiko looked at Hina and then at me. A small, knowing smile appeared on her lips as she tried to ease the tension.
"Hina... don't you recognize Jack yet?" she said with a soft chuckle. "You should know exactly who he is. Haven't you been following his every move for months? You've always wanted to find out how he built Immortal Enterprises from nothing and rose to such incredible heights at such a young age. Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Hina turned to look at me properly for the first time. Her eyes slowly widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly.
"Y-You... You are Jack Reynolds?! Oh my God... I almost didn't recognize you in person!" She bowed deeply, her face turning bright red with embarrassment.
"How could I not recognize you?! I've read every article, watched every interview... I even have notifications set for any news about Immortal Enterprises. I'm so sorry, Mr. Reynolds!"
Tomiko chuckled warmly, clearly amused by her secretary's flustered reaction. "Jack, this girl is one of your biggest fans. She follows you on every platform and reads every business magazine that mentions you. She's been talking about your strategies and success stories for months."
Hina's cheeks burned even redder. She covered her face with one hand, mortified at not recognizing her idol earlier. "I... I feel so stupid right now. You look even more impressive in real life than in the photos and videos. I can't believe I was speaking so casually to you this whole time... Please forgive me!"
I smiled gently, trying to put her at ease. "There's nothing to apologize for, Hina. I'm just glad to meet someone who's interested in the business side of things. And please, just call me Jack."
Hina peeked through her fingers, still blushing furiously but now with sparkling eyes full of admiration. "Jack-sama... I mean, Jack... It's such an honor. Your journey from starting with almost nothing to building one of the fastest-growing conglomerates in the world is truly inspiring."
Tomiko watched the interaction with a soft, affectionate smile, the earlier tension and tears momentarily forgotten. She seemed relieved to see Hina's nervousness shift into excitement.
The atmosphere in the luxurious office had shifted noticeably — from heavy worry about Mr. Daiki to a mix of admiration, light embarrassment, and quiet warmth created by Hina's flustered fan moment. Yet, the underlying threat of the unannounced visit still lingered heavily in the air like a dark cloud, refusing to fully disappear.
Tomiko looked at me, her voice regaining some of its usual strength and composure, though a trace of vulnerability still remained in her eyes. "Well... it seems Mr. Daiki has decided to come to us instead of waiting at the tea house. What do you think we should do, Jack?"
I met her gaze steadily, my expression calm but carrying a quiet intensity. "I'd like to see what kind of move this Mr. Daiki is about to make. If he dares to make even the slightest inappropriate move against you... I'd like to see how he dies."
My voice was low and serious, the protective edge unmistakable. Tomiko's eyes widened slightly at the cold determination in my tone, while Hina stood frozen for a moment, clearly shocked by the bold words.
I then turned to Hina and spoke with calm authority. "Hina, bring Mr. Daiki here. Let's not keep him waiting."
Hina nodded quickly, a small, excited smile breaking through her nervousness. "Okay, Jack... I mean, Mr. Reynolds. Right away." She bowed slightly and hurried out of the office, closing the door softly behind her.
Once we were alone again, the room fell into a brief, heavy silence. Even though Tomiko was a strong, capable woman who had built and maintained this empire through sheer willpower, I could sense the disgust and exhaustion she felt.
Facing a filthy older man like Daiki — someone who lusted openly after her body in every meeting, using business as an excuse to leer, make suggestive comments, and push boundaries — must have been deeply revolting for her. Years of having to smile politely while enduring such predatory behavior had clearly taken its toll.
I stepped closer and gently took her hand in mine, my thumb softly patting the back of her palm in a reassuring gesture. "Don't worry, Oba-san. I am not going anywhere. I'll be right here with you the entire time. You don't have to face him alone anymore."
Tomiko looked up at me, her dark eyes softening. A small, grateful smile touched her lips as she gave my hand a light squeeze. "Thank you, Jack... Your presence already makes me feel safer."
She took a deep breath, straightening her posture and smoothing her suit jacket with her free hand. "Let's handle this professionally... but I won't pretend I'm not relieved you're here."
She released my hand reluctantly and sat down behind her large mahogany desk, regaining her elegant, powerful CEO demeanor.
I positioned myself standing just to the side of her chair — close enough to be clearly visible as support, yet not overshadowing her authority. I stood tall with my hands clasped behind my back, looking every bit the capable and protective figure beside her.
A few minutes later, the door opened again.
Hina entered first, holding the door open. "Boss, Mr. Daiki has arrived."
Behind her stepped a man in his late fifties — Mr. Daiki. He was heavyset, with a slicked-back hairstyle that was starting to thin, wearing an expensive but slightly gaudy suit. His eyes immediately scanned the room with a predatory glint, landing first on Tomiko with obvious lust before noticing me standing beside her.
A flash of irritation crossed his face at the unexpected presence of another man.
Tomiko rose gracefully from her seat, her voice cool and professional. "Mr. Daiki, this is an unexpected visit. We had agreed to meet at the tea house later today."
Daiki gave an oily smile, his gaze lingering too long on Tomiko's figure. "Ah, Tomiko-san... I thought it would be more convenient to come directly to you. After all, why waste time when we can discuss our... partnership... more intimately right here?"
The way Daiki said the word "intimately" made the air in the luxurious office feel thicker and heavier.
His voice dripped with false politeness while his small, greedy eyes continued to roam shamelessly over Tomiko's body — lingering far too long on the curve of her breasts beneath her tailored blouse, her narrow waist, and the elegant line of her hips.
He made no effort to hide his desire, treating the high-end office like his personal playground.
Daiki then turned his gaze toward Hina, his expression shifting into pure arrogance. "You both can leave now," he ordered coldly, waving his hand dismissively as if shooing away servants.
"I need to talk to your boss privately. Important matters between adults only."
The blatant rudeness made my blood simmer.
I looked at Hina calmly and spoke in a steady, authoritative voice. "Hina, close the door and wait outside, please."
Hina gave a small bow, glanced nervously between us, and quietly closed the heavy office door behind her, leaving the three of us alone in the room.
Daiki was visibly stunned. His face darkened with irritation as he turned sharply toward me. "What? Didn't you hear me, boy?" His voice rose sharply, laced with annoyance.
"I told both of you to get out. This is a private discussion between Tomiko-san and me. You're not needed here."
When I remained standing still beside Tomiko without moving even an inch, Daiki's irritation quickly turned into open anger. He clicked his tongue loudly and glared at me with narrowed eyes.
"Are you deaf or just stupid?" he snapped, his tone dripping with condescension.
"I said, get out of the room right now. This isn't a place for children or relatives to hang around and listen in. Tomiko-san and I have sensitive business to discuss. Leave. Now."
He leaned forward in his chair, his voice growing harsher. "Go on, kid. Wait outside like a good boy. Adults are talking real business here. Don't waste my valuable time standing there like a statue."
When I still didn't move, Daiki's face twisted with clear displeasure. He turned to Tomiko with a fake smile that failed to hide his frustration.
"Tomiko-san, what is the meaning of this? Don't your own family members have any respect for your business partner? It looks like your company's discipline has become quite lax lately. If you can't control your own nephew, how do you expect to handle big partnerships properly?"
Tomiko's expression remained cool and composed on the surface, though I could see the faint disgust flickering in her eyes. She spoke evenly, her voice carrying quiet authority.
"He is not my employee," she said clearly. "He is my nephew... Jack."
She then gestured gracefully toward me. "Jack, this is Mr. Daiki — one of our important business partners."
I nodded politely, keeping my expression neutral but my posture firm and protective. "Hello, Mr. Daiki. It's nice to meet you."
Daiki blinked in surprise for a moment, clearly caught off guard by my calm demeanor. Then he forced out a low, condescending chuckle, though it didn't reach his eyes at all.
"Ah... so it's the nephew, Jack. How nice." His voice was thick with irritation.
"Young people should learn from their elders how to do proper business. Watch and observe from the side — that's how real deals are made. But right now, I need to speak with your aunt alone."
"So why don't you be a good boy and step outside? This conversation isn't suitable for someone your age."
He waved his hand again dismissively, his tone growing sharper and more impatient. "Go on. Wait in the lobby or something. Don't make me repeat myself. Tomiko-san and I have important things to discuss... privately. Very privately."
But beneath the fake smile and condescending words, his deep displeasure was obvious. His plan to be alone with Tomiko — to pressure her, leer at her, and push his sleazy advances — had been completely ruined.
His greedy eyes kept darting back to her with clear annoyance that an unexpected "nephew" was now standing protectively at her side like a silent guardian.
Tomiko maintained a calm, professional smile on her face, but I noticed the subtle relief in her posture now that I was present. She no longer had to face this sleazy man's disgusting behavior completely alone.
Daiki adjusted his expensive suit jacket with an irritated tug and sat down uninvited in the chair opposite Tomiko's desk.
He leaned back casually, still trying to regain control of the situation, though his frustration was leaking through every word.
"So, Tomiko-san," he continued, his voice oily and overly familiar, "shall we discuss our partnership? I was hoping we could speak more... openly today."
"Without unnecessary people hanging around and interrupting us." He emphasized the last part while shooting me another pointed, irritated glare, clearly expecting me to finally leave.
I walked casually over to the side table near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, poured a glass of ice-cold water from the crystal pitcher, and returned to the desk. With a perfectly polite smile, I placed the glass directly in front of Daiki.
Just as his thick, greedy fingers reached out to grab it, I smoothly slid the glass across the polished mahogany desk toward Tomiko.
Tomiko picked it up without hesitation, took a slow, elegant sip, and set it down calmly, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Daiki's face instantly turned a deep, ugly shade of red. His eyes bulged with fury as he watched Tomiko drink the water he thought was meant for him. He slammed his palm hard on the desk, the sound echoing sharply through the office.
"What's the meaning of this, Tomiko?!" he yelled, his voice rising into a near-shout. "Are you mocking me? Do you think this little game is funny?! I come here to discuss serious business, and you treat me like some servant?!"
I looked at him coldly, my expression unchanging. In a low, dangerous voice that carried through the room, I said, "Just shut up, you pig."
SLAP!
My hand moved like lightning. The sharp, resounding crack of the slap filled the entire office. The force of the blow sent Daiki and his heavy chair toppling backward.
He crashed to the floor with a loud thud, his body sprawling awkwardly. His cheek immediately began to swell, turning an angry red-purple, making his already bloated face look even more like a grotesque pig.
Daiki groaned loudly in pain, clutching his swollen cheek with both hands. "What... what the hell are you doing?!" he roared, his voice cracking with shock and agony.
"You bastard! How dare you raise your hand against me?! Do you have any idea who I am?!"
Tomiko shot up from her chair instantly, her eyes wide with shock. She grabbed my arm tightly, her fingers digging into my sleeve. "Jack... don't... Please, stop this right now!" Her voice trembled slightly.
I could feel her hand shaking against me. She wasn't angry at me — she was terrified. In her mind, she was already imagining the worst: Daiki using his vast influence to destroy everything she had built, or worse, coming after me personally. Years of dealing with powerful men like him had taught her how dangerous retaliation could be.
Daiki struggled to push himself up from the floor, still groaning and holding his throbbing face. His eyes burned with pure, venomous rage as he glared at both of us.
"Good... very good," he spat, his voice thick with pain and hatred. "You, aunt, and nephew pair are really something special. You think you can humiliate me like this and get away with it?"
He pointed a shaking finger at Tomiko, his swollen cheek making his words slightly slurred. "Listen to me very carefully, Tomiko. If you are not kneeling in my bed by tonight, begging for my forgiveness and giving me everything I want, I will stop all cooperation with Suzuki Enterprises immediately."
"Every single contract will be terminated by morning. And you should know — if I pull out, no other company in Japan will dare to work with you. Your precious empire will collapse within weeks. Your employees will be out on the street, and you... You will have nothing left."
He then turned his hateful gaze toward me, breathing heavily. "And you... You insolent little shit. I will deal with you personally. You have no idea who you just slapped. By the end of today, you'll wish you had never been born."
With that, Daiki stormed out of the office, slamming the door so violently that the glass walls rattled and the sound echoed down the hallway.
The moment the door shut, the office fell into heavy silence. Tomiko turned to me, her face pale and filled with anxiety. Her hands were still trembling as she clutched my arm.
"Jack... what should we do now?" she whispered, her voice shaky and uncertain. "He's not bluffing. He really has the power to ruin everything we've built. The contracts, the employees... everything could fall apart in days."
Almost immediately, Hina rushed back into the office, her face ashen and panicked. She was breathing hard. "Boss! Something terrible happened. As Mr. Daiki was leaving, he stopped in the lobby and threatened every single employee."
"He said if anyone dares to stay and not resign immediately, he would make sure they could never work in Japan again. He even mentioned blacklisting their families. Some of them have already started submitting resignation letters on the spot... at least twenty people so far. The whole floor is in chaos."
Hina's hands were shaking as she clutched her tablet. "They're terrified, Boss. They don't know what to do..."
I looked at the unfolding crisis and let out a low, confident chuckle. I turned to Hina with a calm but ruthlessly sharp smile. "Hina, didn't you want to know how I built Immortal Enterprises so quickly and so big in such a short time?"
"The secret is simple — be more ruthless and merciless than your enemies ever dream of being. He dares to threaten my Oba-san? He has no idea what kind of war he just started."
Tomiko stepped closer to me, her voice urgent and pleading. "Jack... please don't do anything harsh. Let's handle this calmly. At most, I can give him more shares or sweeten the deal to calm his anger. I don't want this to escalate into something dangerous for you... or for the company."
I gently but firmly placed both hands on Tomiko's shoulders, surprising her. She looked up at me, our faces now only inches apart. A faint blush crept across her cheeks despite the tension.
"Look at me," I said softly but with absolute, unyielding resolve.
Tomiko met my eyes, her breathing slightly uneven.
"Don't worry," I continued, my voice steady and reassuring. "I promise you — within one hour, Daiki will be the one kneeling in front of you, begging for mercy. Just trust me completely."
Tomiko searched my face for a long moment, her eyes filled with worry, but she finally nodded slowly. "I trust you, Jack... I really do."
Hina interrupted again, her voice still panicked. "But Boss... what about the employees? Many have already started resigning. They're packing their things right now. If we lose this many people at once, operations could collapse by tomorrow..."
I turned to Hina with a cold, decisive look. "Let them go. Every single one of them. If they can betray and abandon their boss so easily under Daiki's threat, then they could do the same tomorrow under someone else's pressure. They might even leak secrets or harm the company later. Let them all resign without any resistance."
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