Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 868: Angry Yuko

I obliged, popping the button on my pants and guiding her head down. She nuzzled in, her nose pressing against the fabric, drawing in deep breaths. ”Mmm... It’s so strong. Semen drying on your skin, that tangy piss aftertaste. Lorena’s asshole must’ve been wrecked—did you make her gape? Tell me more, Jack. Make me wet just hearing about it.”

”Wrecked is an understatement,” I growled, threading my fingers through her hair.

”I fingered her first, loosening that tight ring with two, then three fingers—coating them in her juices. She was dripping, begging me to ram it in. When I did, she arched back, ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. I talked dirty the whole time: ’Take it, you filthy lawyer slut. This ass is mine now.’ She came twice—once from my cock alone, clenching so hard it milked me dry. The piss? That was the cherry on top—her bladder giving out mid-orgasm, soaking us both. You should’ve seen the puddle we left.”

Marina’s hands trembled as she tugged at my zipper, freeing me. ”God, I hate you for making me want this... but keep talking. Describe her hole after—wide open, leaking your cum? I bet it winked at you, begging for more.”

But suddenly we both heard the low growl of a car engine cutting off, followed by the crisp crunch of tires settling on gravel outside.

Marina froze mid-grind, her nose still hovering dangerously close to my crotch, lips parted as if she’d been about to take that first greedy inhale. Her eyes flicked toward the window, pupils blown wide with a cocktail of lust and sudden alarm.

”It must be Sister Julie...” she whispered, voice husky and reluctant, ”...and that girl Yuko.”

She didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she gave one last deliberate, slow drag of her nose along the length of my cock through the fabric—claiming one final deep breath of Lorena’s cum-piss-semen cocktail—before straightening up on my lap. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her lips glossy, and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes that said this isn’t over.

She kissed me hard, possessively—her tongue invading my mouth, tasting the remnants of Lorena on my lips. ”You must have seduced her already, that Yuko girl. Sister Julie told me she offered to work here as a translator for your lawyers. Bet you’re planning to bury your cock in her next.”

I smirked, zipping up reluctantly as we disentangled. ”Guilty as charged. But first, let’s handle this.”

We stepped out of the bedroom, the air still charged with our unfinished heat. Ema and Eva were reaching for the front door, their identical faces curious and eager. I waved them back with a gentle command, striding forward to open it myself.

Julie’s face lit up the moment she saw me—eyes widening with relief and affection. But then she caught herself, glancing over her shoulder at Yuko standing just behind her. No jumping into my arms this time; we had an audience. She settled for a dramatic auntie entrance instead, bustling in with a huff.

I played the part perfectly for Yuko’s benefit, adopting a sheepish, boyish tone. ”Aunt Julie... I’m so sorry I made you worry. It’s been a rough day.”

She patted my head like I was still that wide-eyed kid from years ago, her touch warm and maternal. ”Hmph. Let me see anyone try to bully you again. They’ll have to go through me first. I won’t let them off easy.”

I turned to Yuko, feigning wide-eyed surprise as if her presence was a total shock. ”Sister Yuko...? What brings you here?”

Yuko’s smile was polite, ice—sharp edges hidden beneath a thin veneer of civility. Her eyes, dark and assessing, flicked over me. ”Jack. Can we talk—”

”Please, come in,” I cut in smoothly, gesturing them inside before she could finish.

Her gaze swept the room like a predator scanning territory—landing first on Marina’s openly sensual curves, the way her dress hugged her hips and breasts. Then, to Ema and Eva, the twins stood poised and alluring in their matching outfits. The air thickened with unspoken judgments.

I made quick introductions to diffuse it. ”Sister Yuko, this is Marina—Aunt Julie’s close friend. And these are Ema and Eva, part of the household staff.”

Polite nods rippled through the group—Yuko murmuring a cool ”Hello” to Marina, who responded with a warm smile and introduced the twins in turn. Yuko replied with practiced politeness, but her eyes lingered, calculating.

Julie, ever the whirlwind, launched straight into business without missing a beat. ”Don’t worry, Jack. I brought the entire legal team—they’re parked outside, ready to pounce. We’re going to sue every single person who defamed you. Drag them through the courts until they beg for mercy. How dare they treat our—our Jack—like that? It’s outrageous!”

I raised a hand, calming her down. ”Aunt, it’s already handled. No need to escalate further. The dust is settling.”

She nodded, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin. ”We saw your press conference. Very well done—poised, commanding. You turned the tables beautifully.”

The moment ”press conference” left her lips, the air in the room turned cold—frigid, like a winter gust sweeping in. Tension crackled, unspoken words hanging heavy.

Yuko’s eyes narrowed to slits, her posture shifting from polite to predatory. Her voice dropped dangerously low, laced with accusation. ”Jack... are you cheating on my sister? Who is this Lorena you called your girlfriend on live television? In front of the whole world?”

I let panic flicker across my face—perfectly rehearsed, wide eyes and stammering words. ”Sister Yuko, it’s not like that at all. Please, hear me out. Lorena’s father was caught in that political mess, too—dragged through the mud unjustly. Her career as a lawyer was ruined because of it, blacklisted and broken.”

”I only wanted to help her rebuild. And now, with the Mexican government buckling under all this international pressure, they won’t dare touch her or make things harder. She’s... my lawyer here in Mexico. Hired help. Nothing more, I swear.”

Julie bit her lip, her shoulders shaking slightly as she barely contained a smirk. She was loving the show—my Oscar-worthy performance of the flustered innocent.

Yuko studied me for a long, silent moment, her expression unreadable. The room held its breath. Finally, she spoke, her tone still edged with doubt. ”Is that so? Then you’d better explain yourself to Haruna personally. She’s seen the news by now... and I doubt she’ll be as forgiving as I am. Tread carefully, Jack. My Haruna doesn’t take betrayal lightly.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to ignore. I nodded solemnly, but inside, adrenaline surged. This web was getting more tangled by the minute, and I thrived on it.