Chapter 710: The Farmer’s Wife is Tired

Yuki settled down across from me, clearly planning to join me for the short tea break. She had been working her ass off in the fields all morning under the hot sun, and the short rest was just as necessary for her as it was for me.

We both started drinking. I dipped a cracker into the hot tea, let it soften for a second, and ate it slowly, never taking my eyes off her voluptuous body. The damp fabric of her vest still clung tightly to every soft curve, outlining the heavy weight of her breasts and the thick, inviting shape of her thighs under the short cotton bottoms.

A light sheen of sweat still glistened on her collarbones and the upper slopes of her chest.

"How was your journey, Alex?" she asked in a soft, caring tone, sounding like a perfect hostess.

"Oh... it was perfect," I answered between bites. For a brief second the memory of the mysterious woman from the ferry flashed through my mind, her soft body, her filthy words, the way she had drained me again and again through the night.

Yuki smiled playfully, her eyes warm. "You must be thinking, ’What kind of backward place have I ended up in?’" she teased.

Their island really was cut off from the rest of the world. Even when it came to everyday necessities, the people here often had to wait much longer than anyone living in a modern city would be used to.

"Not at all, Yuki. Your home is really beautiful," I said, and I meant every word. From the moment I saw the quiet wooden house and the endless green fields stretching beyond the garden, I felt I could happily live on this island.

Of course, that thought only felt complete with my growing harem of MILFs living here with me. I had no intention of leaving any of them behind... and looking at Yuki’s soft, heavy body across the table, I was already sure she would make a perfect new addition to that collection.

I lifted the cup again and took another slow sip of tea, letting my eyes linger openly on the deep line of her cleavage and the way her breasts rose and fell with every quiet breath she took.

As we chatted, Yuki set her cup of tea back on the low table. She then reached across with her right hand and pressed her fingers firmly into her left shoulder, massaging it.

"Oh God..." she moaned softly, the sound low and breathy as she began massaging the tight muscle.

The way her soft lips parted around that quiet moan made it impossible to look away. I watched her soft hand dig into her own shoulder, the movement making her heavy breast jiggle gently under the thin, sweat-damp vest.

"Are you hurt?" I asked.

"No... I think I just pulled a muscle," Yuki replied, continuing to massage the sore spot with her fingers. Each small movement made her chest gently bounce.

"May I?" I asked, setting my cup down on the table. Before she could give me a proper answer, I shifted around behind her on my knees, already eager to get my hands on her warm body.

"It’s okay, Alex... you’re our guest. I shouldn’t be—" she started, still trying to be polite and generous, but I didn’t care about politeness in that moment.

I placed both hands on her shoulders and began massaging the warm, slick skin with slow, firm pressure. Her flesh was soft and heated under my palms, still carrying the faint dampness of sweat from her work in the fields.

"Ahhh..." Yuki moaned the moment my thumbs pressed into the tense muscle. Her eyes half-closed, and her head tilted slightly to the side.

I could feel how tight the muscles really were. I kneaded them carefully with my thumbs, working in slow circles. Her medium-length brown hair brushed lightly against the backs of my hands with every small movement.

From my position on my knees behind her I had a perfect view down the deep line of her cleavage. The thin white fabric was pulled tight, and the soft, heavy weight of her breasts shifted with every breath. My growing bulge was almost pressing against her lower back.

"Do you massage your mom like this, Alex?" Yuki asked quietly, her voice softer now as she began to open up to me.

"I don’t live with my parents anymore," I replied, continuing to massage her shoulders.

"Why?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"They didn’t want me around," I said simply. The old memory of being kicked out of my home flickered through my mind for a second, but my attention stayed locked on the soft, warm body under my hands.

"I’m sure she misses you," Yuki said softly, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

I didn’t want to think about that right now. All I wanted was to focus on the soft, warm body beneath my hands.

As I continued massaging her shoulders, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from upstairs. I froze for a moment, surprised. I hadn’t realized there was anyone else in the house besides the two of us.

The footsteps grew louder as someone descended the stairs and headed toward the living room.

"Mom, have you seen my—" a woman’s voice called out as she stepped into the room.

She was tall, with long, toned legs. She wore tight pink dolphin shorts that hugged her hips and a sleeveless gray vest that left her arms bare. She looked to be in her early thirties.

The words died in her throat the moment she saw me.

A stranger was kneeling right behind her mother, hands still resting on Yuki’s shoulders, massaging her in a way that was clearly more intimate than a normal guest should be.

Yuki shifted slightly, a faint discomfort crossing her face under her daughter’s stare.

"Alex, this is my daughter, June," she said quickly. "June, this is Alex, our guest. He’s staying with us."

I immediately pulled my hands away from Yuki’s shoulders and sat back a little.

June’s eyes locked on me for a long second. Then her gaze dropped.

She saw the clear, full bulge straining against the front of my pants, only inches away from her mother’s lower back.

She didn’t say a word. She just stared at it.