Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 479: Haruna’s Despair

I knew Haruna was lying about crying because she missed her mom. Using my telepathy, I delved into her true thoughts, which struck me like a physical blow: she was heartbroken because I had left her.

[Oh god, he’s right there. Why does he have to look so good even when he’s angry at me? I can barely breathe. What if he never talks to me again? What if he never even looks at me again? The thought makes my chest hurt so bad. I pushed him away last night when all I really wanted was for him to hold me.]

[And now... now I’ve ruined everything. He must hate me. Why did I say those things? Why did I push him toward Hannah when I knew... I knew he wanted me. And now he’s sitting right there looking at me like I’m nothing to him, and it’s killing me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this. Maybe I should just...]

Her thoughts trailed off into a spiral of despair that made my cock ache. The pain in her voice, the way her fingers trembled slightly where they rested on the table - it all fed the dark need coiling in my gut.

Julie was watching us both carefully, her eyes flicking between Haruna and me with growing suspicion. ”Haruna, don’t be sad,” she said gently, reaching out to squeeze Haruna’s hand. ”I’m your aunt. You can think of me like your mom’s sister, okay? We’re family.”

Haruna managed a small, watery smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ”Thank you, Aunt Julie,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The waitress arrived then, saving us from the heavy silence that had fallen over the table. We ordered quickly, the mundane task feeling surreal against the backdrop of Haruna’s quiet misery. When the waitress left, the silence returned, thicker than before.

Haruna’s thoughts were a constant litany of despair:

[He hasn’t looked at me once since I sat down. Not once. It’s like I don’t even exist to him anymore. I don’t know if I can stand this. Maybe I should just leave. Maybe I should just go home and never see him again. But then... then I’ll never see him again.]

[And that thought... that thought makes me want to cry all over again. Why does this hurt so much? Why does it feel like my heart is being ripped out? I just want him to look at me. Just once. Just to know he doesn’t hate me completely. But he won’t. And that’s killing me.]

Her fingers trembled slightly where they rested on the table, her eyes fixed on her plate like it held the secrets of the universe. The way her breath hitched slightly every time I shifted in my seat, the way her cheeks flushed darker when our eyes accidentally met - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut.

Julie was watching us both carefully, her eyes flicking between Haruna and me with growing suspicion. She could sense the tension, the unspoken currents running between us, even if she didn’t know the cause.

The food arrived, steaming and fragrant, but Haruna barely touched hers. She just pushed it around her plate, her eyes downcast and her thoughts a constant litany of despair:

[I can’t eat. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat again. Not when he’s sitting right there acting like I don’t exist. It’s killing me. Actually killing me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Maybe I should just... maybe I should just tell him how sorry I am.]

[Right here in front of everyone. Maybe then... maybe then he’ll look at me again. But what if he just... what if he just laughs at me? What if he tells me it’s too late? I don’t know if I can survive that. But I don’t know if I can survive this either. This silence. This... nothingness. It’s worse than anything.]

Her fork clattered slightly against her plate, the sound loud in the quiet dining room. Julie reached out to squeeze her hand again, her eyes flicking to me with open suspicion.

”Haruna, sweetheart,” Julie said gently, ”you need to eat something. You’re worrying me.”

Haruna managed to take a small bite, chewing slowly like it was the most difficult task in the world. Her thoughts were still a spiral of despair:

[It tastes like nothing. Like ash. How can I taste anything when he’s sitting right there, ignoring me? I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can sit here pretending everything is fine when my whole world is falling apart. Maybe I should just... maybe I should just scream. Just scream and scream until he looks at me. Until he acknowledges me. Until he...]

Her fork clattered against her plate again, louder this time. Julie’s eyes flicked to me, her expression concerned. ”Jack,” she said carefully, ”maybe you should say something to her. She’s clearly upset.”

I met Julie’s gaze evenly, my expression carefully neutral. ”I don’t know what you want me to say,” I said, my voice cool. ”She said she’s fine.”

Haruna’s thoughts spiraled at my words:

[He called me ’she’. Like I’m nothing to him. Like, I’m just some girl he barely knows. It’s worse than anything. It’s worse than if he yelled at me. At least then he’d be feeling something. But this... this nothingness. It’s killing me.]

[I don’t know how much more I can take. Maybe I should just... maybe I should just leave. Just disappear. Then at least I wouldn’t have to feel this anymore. But then I’d never see him again. And that thought... that thought is worse than anything. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this. Maybe there’s no fixing it. Maybe I’ve ruined everything completely.]

Haruna’s fingers trembled violently on the table, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that made her perfect tits rise and fall enticingly.

The way her eyes kept flicking to me before quickly looking away, the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink every time our gazes accidentally met - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut like a living thing. I could feel her pain, her longing, her desperate need for me, and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.

After hearing Haruna’s thoughts through my Telepathy, I knew she would never truly escape my grasp. No matter how much she might want to, no matter how much she might try to push me away, she would always come back to me. The realization made my dark need grow stronger, made my cock pulse with dark satisfaction.