A woman draped in a white kimono cinched by a purple sash appeared before them, and the air itself seemed to thicken with her mere presence.
Her oval face had something of a sweet poison, impossible to refuse: a pair of lilac eyes that, with each blink, seemed to strip bare the thoughts of anyone who dared hold her gaze.
A thick braid of dark purple hair descended from her shoulder like a caress, coming to rest on the generous curve of her chest, rising and falling with each breath.
The traditional hairstyle of a married woman that, far from taming her, made her even more provocative.
The kimono surrendered to her body as if it had been sewn directly onto her skin: it strained over EXCESSIVELY enormous breasts, narrowed at a waist so thin it sparked the urge to grab it, and flared open again at round hips that turned every step into an invitation.
She carried a basket dangling carelessly from her hand—she'd just stepped out to buy vegetables.
But every gesture, every languid movement, oozed that dormant sensuality of a mature woman.
Seeing her approach, Yumiko and Misako greeted her with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Tsubaki!"
"Miyajima-san! It's been a while."
Tsubaki returned the greeting with a slight bow and looked at them curiously.
"Good afternoon to you both. And what were you talking about so enthusiastically?"
"About how Yumiko showed up with a hot guy out of nowhere~" Misako whispered without hiding her amusement.
As if to underline the point, she reached out and gave Jin a few pats on the shoulder—he was right beside her. Her fingers lingered a second too long on him, as if it were casual, though they both knew it wasn't.
"Misako!" Yumiko felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "I-I was just showing him the way… that's all."
And she turned to Jin, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible.
"Jin-kun, this is Miyajima-san. She lives at the Miyajima dojo, near here. She's a very good friend of mine."
Tsubaki straightened up and gave him a formal bow.
"Miyajima Tsubaki. Pleased to meet you."
"... The pleasure's mine," Jin replied, returning a somewhat strained smile.
Yumiko laughed in amusement, "Relax, Tsubaki. Jin-kun just came to visit some friends, no need to be so formal."
She didn't blame her. Living in such a traditional environment, her friend had those manners branded into her.
While the two of them chatted animatedly, Jin had his eyes locked on the system panel floating in front of him.
[Protagonist available for contract!]
[Name: Tsubaki Miyajima]
[Personality: Kind and virtuous]
[Hobby: Tea ceremony]
[Description: Completely versed in household duties, proper in her dealings with others, a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko cherry-blossom type woman. However, beneath her modest appearance, her heart yearns to be nourished]
'They really are all milfs…'
He didn't need the system to know who she was. A waifu he'd dedicated more nights to than he could count—considerably more than to her own daughter, and he had no regrets.
But seeing her in the flesh, breathing in front of him with that braid falling over her chest, didn't just arouse him.
A chill ran down his spine.
Because if she existed... then that fat fuck existed too.
'System, spend points to investigate the situation at Seishin Academy High School.'
[-5000 points]
'Five thousand points!?... It better tell me down to where he lives!'
But after reviewing the information, he frowned.
Hajime Tanaka didn't show up anywhere. Not on the student lists, not in the Seishin Academy records.
Nothing.
'The plot hasn't started yet...?'
However, while he was mulling it over, something soft pressed against his arm.
It was Misako. She'd stuck to him without a sound, taking advantage of the fact that Yumiko and Tsubaki were lost in their conversation. Her hand slipped shamelessly under Jin's shirt, and her fingertips began tracing his abdomen slowly, following the grooves of his muscles, clearly enjoying it.
Jin couldn't help but smile. 'In broad daylight?'
It wasn't that it bothered him. Not at all. But this woman had guts… or she was very desperate.
Misako leaned against him a little more, and her warm breath grazed the skin of his neck as she whispered, "Who were you watching so intently, Jin-kun?"
There was a playful edge to her voice, but also something more. Jealousy, maybe. Or possessiveness.
"Life is beautiful…" Jin said, turning to glance at her with a lazy smile. "How could I not look?"
As he spoke, his hand dropped and caught Misako's wrist just as her fingers were about to keep exploring further down.
He held it firmly, not roughly, but making it clear who set the pace.
"In a hurry, Miss Misako?"
"Just call me Misako~" she purred, and instead of pulling away she did exactly the opposite: she pressed against him from the front, wrapping her arms around him as if they'd known each other their whole lives.
Jin felt the impact of her body.
Hot… A strawberry fragrance filled his nose while Misako's breasts squished against his torso, and each breath made them rise and fall in a slow rub that was absolutely deliberate.
"Would Jin-kun be willing to give this poor old woman a chance?" she murmured, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
Returning the embrace and letting his hands settle on the curve of her plump waist, Jin lowered his gaze to meet hers, which burned so hot it scorched.
'No wonder the system said she was lustful…' he thought, amused.
Taking her face with one hand, he leaned in just enough that his lips were a breath away from hers.
"If you were old, you wouldn't have me this hard, Misako," he whispered, brushing her lip with his thumb. "And believe me, there are girls who don't provoke half of what you provoke in me just by breathing."
Misako's eyes lit up even more and she didn't waste time.
"Then how about tonight?" she whispered eagerly, pressing a little tighter against him. "Nobody's home at my place today…"
Jin almost laughed.
This was an offer served on a silver platter with a bow on top.
Misako had long since stopped feeling anything for her boring domestic life. The empty nights, the dead routine, a husband who probably didn't even remember what she looked like naked.
If she could spend a night with someone like Jin—someone young, tall, strong, masculine, who looked at her like that… like he wanted to fuck her right then and there—then it would all have been worth it.
Just thinking about it made her pussy clench.
But suddenly, Jin pulled away and put on the most polite expression he had, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Misako. If I have free time this weekend, I'll be sure to come visit."
Understanding his reaction, Misako in less than a second went from practically having her tongue on his neck to looking like the most respectable neighbor in the area.
By the time Yumiko turned around, the only thing she saw was two people having a perfectly normal conversation.
"Sorry, I hadn't seen Tsubaki in a long time and I lost track of time chatting," she said with an awkward smile.
"Don't worry, Jin-kun and I had a great time chatting too~" Misako replied with a convincing sweetness. "Well, I've got things to do, so I'll head out. See you next time."
As she passed by Jin, Misako's fingers brushed against his and something small and folded slipped into his palm with a nearly inaudible voice: "Remember to come find me~"
Closing his hand over the note without changing his expression, Jin watched her walk away, and boy was she worth watching.
Every step made her fat ass sway with a hypnotic rhythm.
'So meaty…' he thought, tucking the note into his pocket with a discreet smile. 'I love it.'
"Let's go, Jin-kun!" Yumiko, completely oblivious to everything that had just happened less than a meter from her, smiled at him and resumed walking.
…
A few minutes later, Ruri's apartment building appeared at the end of the street. Yumiko stopped and pointed ahead, her breathing slightly quickened from the walk.
"I-It's here..."
Her cheeks were flushed and a strand of hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat. Jin glanced at her sideways and had to hold himself back from commenting on how good that look suited her.
"Thank you so much, Yumiko." He smiled at her with genuine warmth, but before she could respond, he shifted his tone. "Can I borrow your phone for a second?"
"Huh?"
Yumiko was a little puzzled, but she unlocked her phone and handed it over anyway.
Jin took it and his fingers moved fast. Ten seconds, maybe less. When he handed it back, a new contact glowed on the screen.
"My number," he said simply, looking her in the eyes. "For whatever you need. Anything. Any time, you can reach out."
And before she could even process a response, Jin raised his hand in a farewell gesture and started walking toward the building.
"See you, Yumiko."
"..."
She stood there, on her feet, phone still warm between her hands. She watched his back move away and opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
"... Jin-kun..."
By the time she managed to say something, he was already too far to hear.
She kept watching him until he disappeared inside the building. Then she lowered her gaze to the screen.
"His number…"
She stared at it for a long while, and after a sigh, pressed the phone against her chest and turned around to head home.
Takayuki had gone on a business trip these days, and she found herself alone at home again…
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