Chapter 402: Obata Natsumi (Part 1)
Fortunately, the detached houses in the area were spaced far apart, so unless someone was very close, no one could hear what they were saying.
After confirming there were no acquaintances nearby, Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart began to race uncontrollably.
"Haruto-kun... what do you want with me? I won't interfere with you and Yui..."
"Auntie Natsumi, this has nothing to do with Yui."
Her reaction only strengthened Haruto's resolve. He said firmly, "I just wanted to comfort you, Auntie Natsumi, in your loneliness."
As he spoke the latter part, Haruto leaned close to Natsumi's ear, planting an intimate kiss on her delicate, jade-like earlobe.
The gentle, beautiful housewife with orange-red hair trembled, a blush spreading from her snow-white neck all the way up to her fair, refined face.
"Haruto-kun... you're Yui's boyfriend. I'll let it slide this time, but don't joke like this again..."
Natsumi instinctively took two steps back, trying to put distance between them.
But her retreat only encouraged Haruto to step forward, swiftly closing the door behind them.
Click...
Hearing the familiar sound of the lock, Natsumi's heart sank, vaguely aware of what might happen next.
"Don't worry, Auntie Natsumi. Yui will agree."
Haruto wrapped one arm around the slender waist of the orange-red-haired, buxom beauty and slid the other under her knees, lifting her into his arms.
"If you're worried, you can call Yui right now."
Sniffing the pleasant scent of the young man before her, Natsumi shot him a coquettish glare.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't possibly call her own daughter to ask such a question.
"Haruto, let's go to the second floor..."
Curled up in Haruto's embrace, Natsumi now cooperated fully. Whether the handsome youth's words were true or false, having a romp with him to fill the void of desire accumulated over so many years would be no loss to her.
Her only concern was whether there were any condoms at home, and she wondered if the beautiful young man before her had brought any...
While Natsumi's mind wandered, Haruto had already carried her into the bedroom.
The bedroom curtains were drawn high, allowing the golden morning sun to spread across the soft bed, bringing with it a wave of warmth.
But what felt even warmer to Natsumi was the way Haruto looked at her—less warm and more blazing.
She had often seen this kind of gaze in men's eyes, but only the youth before her made her feel both thrilled and proud.
This handsome young man was her daughter's boyfriend—a tall, well-built high school student with such striking looks that one couldn't look away. Beyond his exceptional appearance, he exuded an aura that captivated her completely.
Yui had mentioned that her boyfriend was well-endowed... Every time they did it, it felt like he was going to split her open...
As the orange-haired beautiful wife was laid on the bed, her gaze unconsciously drifted to Haruto's noticeably bulging crotch, recalling the private conversations she'd had with her daughter.
Ever since Yui was born, her husband had stopped touching her. By the time their daughter entered elementary school, he hardly even came home anymore.
All these years, aside from not having to worry about money, the Obata household had essentially been sustained by just the mother and daughter relying on each other.
Being a full-time housewife, Natsumi had plenty of time to spend with her daughter, and their relationship was exceptionally close—they talked about everything.
Yui was aware of her mother's loneliness and emptiness, and Natsumi naturally knew about her daughter's intimate secrets.
It was precisely because of Yui's revelations, combined with some memories in Haruto's mind, that he understood the personality of this orange-haired, buxom beauty before him so well.
"Auntie Natsumi, where are you looking?"
Haruto's eyes swept over Natsumi's voluptuous figure as he teased her.
Natsumi's body stiffened. Caught in her wandering thoughts, the gentle and demure beauty instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, blushing with embarrassment.
Haruto chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. With his distinctively shaped hands, he moved Natsumi's hands aside, then placed his own on her prominently curved chest.
"Auntie Natsumi, should we close the curtains?"
Haruto glanced at the brilliant morning sun. Without a magical barrier, relying solely on his five senses, he couldn't be sure they wouldn't be spied on—after all, there were things like telescopes.
Though she should have refused, Natsumi's face flushed red, and she couldn't bring herself to say no—just like how she had let Haruto barge into her home and carry her to bed in a daze.
"Mmm..."
Swish—
The heavy curtains closed, plunging the room into darkness. However, it didn't affect Haruto's vision in the slightest. A demon's night vision was part of their physical constitution, unaffected by any seals.
In the dim environment, Natsumi actually breathed a sigh of relief, though she felt a twinge of regret at no longer being able to see the handsome youth clearly.
Haruto keenly noticed the fleeting regret in her eyes and promptly reached out to turn on the ceiling light.
The beautiful wife who had just relaxed suddenly became shy again. Under Haruto's fiery gaze, a current seemed to course through her lovely, mature body.
So lost in her confusion, she failed to notice the shadowy emotion in Haruto's eyes and his slightly trembling throat.
"Auntie Natsumi..."
Haruto's voice was cool yet laced with suppressed desire. He crossed his legs, hiding the massive erection beneath.
This beautiful wife was just too perfectly aligned with his preferences, too exquisite.
"Haruto..."
Natsumi looked up helplessly at Haruto, her beautiful eyes, like autumn waters, misty with emotion.
Haruto hesitated no longer. He pounced onto the large bed, gently pressing against Natsumi's delicate skin, slowly removing the loose loungewear that enveloped her pair of pale, plump breasts.
Though Natsumi's breasts weren't as exaggerated as Reika's, they still ranked as ample.
Round, firm, and so tender they seemed to glisten with moisture, their proportions were perfect—utterly beautiful.
Haruto slowly pulled the warm yellow bra out from under Natsumi. As he did, the pair of pink, full mounds swayed gently.
The handsome, tall youth pressed against the semi-nude, charming wife, their heated breaths mingling at their noses, the air itself seeming to turn pink.
Natsumi herself felt the scene was overwhelmingly erotic. Her pale, delicate toes curled involuntarily like silkworm cocoons, and her parted lips couldn't help but release seductive moans.
A soft "thud" echoed.
It was the sound of the bra falling from Haruto's hand.
With a "thump," Haruto braced his hands on either side of Natsumi's body, his starry eyes blazing with fire.
He looked at Natsumi, his throat moving as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "Auntie Natsumi... your breasts are so beautiful. May I taste them?"
Natsumi's hands gripped the pillow tightly. Trembling, she wanted to refuse, but the words that escaped were, "Y-yes..."
Having anticipated that Natsumi wouldn't refuse, Haruto let out a soft chuckle and slowly lowered his head.
"Ah...!"
Natsumi gasped sharply.
Haruto had extended his moist tongue, lightly brushing over her trembling left pink bud.
It was too erotic.
Natsumi's grip on the pillow tightened, and her legs clamped together.
But Haruto stopped her movement, parting her long, straight, beautiful legs and forcing his body between them.
He hovered lightly over Natsumi, "Auntie Natsumi, don't move around, or I won't be able to savor you properly."
As he spoke, he pressed the bulge in his crotch, strained by his massive erection, against the depression in her triangular cloth.
Lowering his eyelids slightly, he sighed and began rhythmically thrusting the bulge against her through the thin fabric.
Again and again, fast and fierce, as if the two had already merged into one.
Haruto's sensual panting sounded in Natsumi's ear, and her entire body instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp. Jolted continuously by the hard, massive member beneath Haruto, her body rocked up and down, her snow-white breasts—too large to be held in one hand—swaying incessantly, creating captivating waves.
"Ha... Haruto..."
Natsumi looked up helplessly, only to see Haruto panting slightly as he began rubbing his massive dragon against her honeyed entrance through the thin fabric.
The gentle, elegant beauty with orange-red hair was instantly captivated by this unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation.
She knew it was wrong, but this long-lost feeling was simply too intoxicating...
Natsumi actually loved sex, but her husband lacked ability, especially after giving birth to Yui—she had never again experienced that soul-trembling pleasure.
Even though Haruto hadn't truly entered her yet, Natsumi felt this was no less intense than her most joyful memories.
"Haruto..." Natsumi sobbed, gasped, and whimpered softly, "Stop rubbing, please stop..."