Chapter 1255: Making Aunt Saki Wet Over the Phone

Yuko’s breath hitched. She stayed perfectly still, eyes half-lidded, letting her mother thoroughly clean her face. Kasumi’s tongue swept over the bridge of her nose, then down toward the corner of her mouth, collecting the cum that had started to drip.

When she reached Yuko’s lips, she hesitated only a second before licking there too—slow, careful strokes that cleaned the sticky mess while their mouths nearly brushed.

Tomiko watched with open delight, one hand resting on Kasumi’s back.

"That’s it... good girl, Sister. Don’t leave any of it. Lick it all up for her..."

Kasumi kept going. She licked the cum from Yuko’s chin, then higher again, making sure every visible streak was gone. By the time she finished, Yuko’s face was clean and shiny with her mother’s saliva instead of my seed. Kasumi’s own lips and chin were glossy with what she had collected.

She didn’t stop there.

Still on her knees, Kasumi turned toward me. My cock was still out, half-hard and glistening with the leftover spit and cum from Yuko’s earlier sucking. Without a word, she leaned forward, wrapped her soft fingers around the base, and took the head into her mouth.

The warm, wet heat of her tongue dragged slowly over the sensitive tip, cleaning every remaining trace of her daughter’s saliva and my own seed.

She sank deeper, lips stretching around my cock, sucking gently but thoroughly—long, deliberate pulls that left the skin shining clean.

Yuko watched her mother suck my cock clean with dark, fascinated eyes. Tomiko’s smile turned even more wicked.

Kasumi pulled off with a soft, wet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the now-clean head of my cock. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy, the taste of both her daughter’s cleaned face and my cock still heavy on her tongue.

She stayed on her knees between us, breathing hard, clearly no longer able to pretend she wasn’t fully caught in the filth of what she had just done.

I looked down at her and gave a low whistle, voice rough with leftover satisfaction.

"Thank you, Oka-san."

I tucked my cock back into my pants, zipped up, and walked out of the room without another word, leaving the thoroughly embarrassed Kasumi still on her knees with Tomiko and Yuko watching her in silence.

In the hallway, I pulled out my phone and called Saki.

She picked up on the second ring. The moment she heard my voice, her tone jumped with clear excitement.

"You are back...?"

"Yeah. Just got in."

There was a short pause, then her voice came softer, already warming with heat.

"Then... let’s meet."

I leaned against the wall, still feeling the pleasant ache from everything that had just happened inside the bedroom, and let my voice drop into something lower and dirtier.

"Hmm... let’s meet at your husband’s home. I want to walk right into that house, look him in the eye, and let him know exactly who his naughty Aunt Saki belongs to now. Who owns that married pussy. Who’s been stretching it open and filling it whenever he isn’t looking."

A flustered, breathy little sound escaped her. I could almost picture the way her cheeks would be turning red on the other end of the line.

"You... Jack... don’t say it like that..."

"Why not? It’s the truth. I’m going to show up at his place, and while he’s sitting there thinking everything is normal, I’m going to remind you—right under his roof—who that cunt answers to."

"Maybe I’ll even make you moan my name loud enough for him to hear through the walls. Would you like that, Aunt Saki? Getting fucked in your husband’s house while he has no idea his wife is dripping for another man’s cock?"

Her breathing had gotten noticeably heavier.

"...You’re such a bastard... okay. I’ll send you the address... but how are you going to come? My husband is usually at home..."

I smiled to myself, already imagining the look on her face when I actually appeared.

"I’ll give you a surprise then. Maybe I’ll show up while he’s still there. Make you introduce me. Make you stand there with your thighs pressed together, already wet, knowing exactly what I’m going to do to you the second we’re alone in one of his rooms."

"Or maybe I won’t wait until we’re alone. Maybe I’ll bend you over the first surface I see and let him hear every wet sound your married pussy makes when it takes my cock again."

Saki’s voice was quiet, embarrassed, and unmistakably aroused.

"...Okay. Just... don’t actually do anything crazy in front of him."

"No promises."

The address came through a few seconds later.

I saved the address, slipped the phone back into my pocket, and started walking, already hard again at the thought of walking into another man’s home and reclaiming his wife right under his nose. The day was only getting started.

As I moved through the hallway, I saw the housemaids had finally noticed the group was back. They stood near the entrance looking openly surprised, exchanging quick glances as if they couldn’t understand how an entire party had entered the residence without anyone seeing them arrive.

Haruna and Yuko immediately started making excuses, voices a little too quick.

"We... came in quietly. You must have been busy in the other wing."

"Yeah, we didn’t want to bother anyone..."

The maids bowed deeply, apologizing for their lack of attention, which only made Haruna and Yuko look even more guilty. Their cheeks colored as they waved the apologies off, clearly not wanting the staff to dig any deeper into how the group had actually appeared inside the house.

I kept walking toward the front. Jayden, Claire, and Yelena fell into step behind me without needing to be told.

"We’ll go wherever you go," Jayden said quietly. Claire simply nodded. Yelena’s expression was still a little sulky from earlier, but she followed all the same.

"Okay," I answered.

We stepped outside into the open air. The moment my feet touched the path, I felt it—a faint flicker of presence on the rooftop of the main building. I turned my head just in time to catch a brief glimpse of a figure before it vanished from sight.

I spread my telekinesis outward in a sharp, invisible sweep, mapping the area in an instant. The signature was familiar.

Akane.

She had been watching from the roof, and the second she realized I had noticed her, she had withdrawn. But not far enough to escape the reach of my senses. I now knew exactly where she was.