Minutes dragged by. The house was silent except for the faint, steady drip-drip-drip of Kaito's cum slowly sliding down his abs and over his balls. His heart hadn't slowed. He kept replaying the scene on loop—his aunt's wide eyes, her parted lips, the way her hard nipples had poked visibly through her top. He was still naked. Still hard. Still leaking. His cock had softened a little but the head stayed shiny and swollen, the thick rope of cum that had leaked during the panic slowly trickling down the shaft.
A soft, hesitant knock echoed through the door.
Three soft raps.
Kaito's stomach flipped. His head snapped toward the door, eyes wide with fresh panic.
Another knock. Slightly louder.
"Kan—Kaito?"
Her name is Mizuki Tomonari.
Aunt Mizuki's voice. Soft. Hesitant. Trembling with embarrassment.
He didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was locked shut.
A few more seconds passed. Then the door opened—without waiting for any permission.
The hinges creaked again.
Mizuki stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a gentle click. She was still flushed, but there was a strange calm in her eyes now, like she had made up her mind. She wore the same black top and short skirt, but the top had been replaced by a lacy red bra that did almost nothing to hide her massive, heavy breasts. The cups were sheer enough that her stiff, dark nipples were clearly outlined, pushing proudly against the thin fabric, brushing and dragging with every movement. Her skirt was still the same, but now she had slipped into a pair of matching black panties—delicate lace that cupped her huge ass cheeks, the fabric stretched tight across her thick, juicy thighs and the deep cleft of her ass. She looked like a different woman. Younger. Sexier. Unapologetic.
She crossed the room slowly, heels clicking softly on the floor, and stopped right in front of his desk. Her eyes dropped once—quick, careful—to his still-naked, cum-glazed body, then back up to his face.
"Don't need to be embarrassed, Kaito," she said quietly. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but there was a husky edge to it. "It's all right. Just you and me."
Kaito's brain short-circuited. His cock twitched hard at the sight of her—especially those stiff nipples visible through the red bra, the way the black panties hugged her thick ass, the faint sheen of sweat on her cleavage. Shame still burned his cheeks, but his heart was racing now for a completely different reason.
He swallowed hard, voice hoarse.
"…Aunt… Mizuki… I… I didn't— I mean—"
She smiled, small and warm, and stepped a little closer. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with her breath, the red bra cups shifting with the motion so her nipples rubbed visibly against the lace.
"I saw everything," she murmured. "And I… I came back because I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how hard you were. About how much cum you came so fast. About how good it looked on you." Her voice dropped even lower. "If you're still… uncomfortable… we can just sit and talk. Or… we can sit and watch something together. Whatever you want."
She didn't move away. Didn't cover herself. Didn't ask him to cover up. She just stood there, flushed, beautiful, and completely at ease in nothing but a red bra and black panties, waiting for his answer—naked, leaking, and covered in his own shame… right in front of her.
And Kaito didn't know what to say.
But he knew one thing for certain.
He was still rock-hard.