Chapter 709: The Farmer’s Voluptuous Wife

Both the wife and the husband made me feel welcome the moment I stepped through their front door. Their smiles were genuine, and the quiet warmth of the house settled around me almost immediately.

"Is the power out?" I asked, noticing how heavily Yuki was sweating.

"Oh, no, no," she replied with a warm smile, still fanning herself. "I just got back from working in the fields."

Pat looked at his wife with concern. "Dear, you should get some rest. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard."

Yuki only shook her head lightly. "Well, it’s my duty as a farmer’s wife, honey. I can’t run from my responsibilities."

The way they spoke to each other made them look like a truly loving couple, comfortable, affectionate, and used to taking care of one another.

Both of them looked like they were in their fifties.

But my eyes kept drifting back to Yuki’s body. The thin white fabric of her vest had clung tightly to her skin because she was still slick with sweat. Every soft, heavy curve of her voluptuous figure was clearly outlined.

Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, the damp cloth doing nothing to hide the stiff points of her nipples or the thick, inviting shape of her thighs and ass under the short cotton bottoms.

We stepped further inside, into their living room. Traditional woven mats covered the floor, and a low wooden table sat in the middle of the space. The entire room opened onto a quiet veranda that looked out over a small, well-kept garden. Soft daylight spilled in through the open screens.

I glanced at Yuki again. She had a half-Asian look to her face — soft features, clear skin — but it wasn’t fully Japanese either. She wasn’t very tall, and her body had the same full, rounded softness I had already been staring at.

"Hey... why do you have a Japanese name?" I asked her.

Yuki continued fanning herself as she answered. "Well, I’m not exactly Japanese. How should I put it? Our ancestors weren’t originally from this island. They all came from the mainland, from different countries and cities. You’ll find people living on this island with all sorts of cultural backgrounds. We don’t all look like we belong to the same race."

"Oh... is that so?" I said, finally understanding. That explained why both Pat and Yuki had such racially ambiguous features. Their ancestry was a blend of different peoples and cultures, mixed together over generations on this quiet island.

"Make yourself at home, Alex. I’ll make tea for you," Yuki said with a soft, welcoming smile. She turned and disappeared into the kitchen, the faint sound of her bare feet moving across the wooden floor following her.

Pat lifted my trolley bag with an easy motion. "I’ll put this upstairs in your room," he said, still smiling warmly, and left me alone in the living room.

I sat down on the traditional woven mat near the open side of the room, looking out over the quiet veranda. Beyond the small, carefully kept garden, only a thin line of simple fencing separated their home from the open fields. Lush green fields stretched endlessly into the distance, rising in gentle waves toward the mountains that stood quietly against the clear blue sky. Soft sunlight poured over everything.

A light breeze carried the clean scent of grass and earth into the room. The whole view felt like a living paradise, calm, untouched, and almost unreal in how peaceful it was. For a long moment I simply sat there, feeling a rare sense of stillness settle over me just from looking out at the open nature.

Soon, Pat returned from upstairs.

"Alex, you should get some rest today," he said in a friendly tone. "You’ll receive your volunteer assignments from the Island Council by this evening, and you can start working tomorrow. I’m heading to work now."

The peaceful paradise before my eyes seemed to crack a little at his words, bringing me back to reality. I remembered why I had come to this island in the first place. This wasn’t a sightseeing trip or a quiet retreat into nature.

I was here for the volunteer program, which meant doing hard physical labor in the fields under the scorching sun, sweating like a pig, just as Yuki had been when she first opened the door for me.

"Okay, Pat," I said with a nod.

I decided to worry about the work later. I still had the whole day ahead of me, and I was confident I could find a way to avoid whatever duties they assigned me. For now, I pushed the thought aside and allowed myself to enjoy the quiet moment.

Pat gave me a small wave goodbye before heading toward the entrance. A moment later, I heard the front door open and then shut firmly behind him. The click of the latch seemed unusually loud in the sudden stillness of the house.

That sound meant he had left.

I was alone now — alone in this quiet wooden house with his soft, voluptuous wife.

The thought alone made my cock twitch.

A few moments later, Yuki returned from the kitchen carrying a small wooden tray. Two steaming cups of tea sat on it, along with a few simple crackers neatly arranged on a small plate.

"Here, Alex. I’m sure you’re hungry," she said with a warm, gentle smile. She knelt gracefully on the woven mat and carefully placed the tray on the low wooden table in the middle of the room. As she leaned forward to set everything down properly, the thin white vest stretched tightly across her chest. Her heavy breasts almost spilled out of the low neckline.

They were fucking huge. I stared at them openly, the way a starving man might stare at rare, forbidden fruit.

Every small movement made them jiggle softly under the thin cloth. The sight sent a sharp pulse of heat through me. I couldn’t stop the filthy thought of reaching across the table, grabbing those thick, sweaty tits with both hands, and squeezing the hell out of them until she moaned and arched into my palms.