Chapter 537: A Dangerous Scheme

Hannah’s face burned crimson, but her eyes darkened with determination. "I’ll grow bigger," she declared, her voice trembling but fierce. "You have to help me."

Her fingers tangled in my shirt, pulling me closer as she whispered, "I read somewhere... if a girl’s boyfriend sucks and plays with her tits enough, they’ll grow." Her breath was hot against my neck, her words dripping with need. "So if I stay small... It’s your fault."

I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. "Is that so?" I murmured, my hand slipping under her shirt, my fingers finding her bare skin. "Then I guess I’ll just have to play with them more often, won’t I?"

Hannah let out a needy whimper as my fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger with deliberate slowness. "Y-Yes..." she gasped, her body arching into my touch.

"Play with them... suck them... make them bigger..." Her hips pressed against me, her breath hitching as she ground herself against my thigh. "I want to be the one you can’t resist... the one you choose."

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as my hands roamed her body, claiming every curve. "Greedy girl," I growled against her lips, my voice rough with desire. "I’ll make sure you get exactly what you want."

My lips brushed her ear, my breath hot as I whispered, "But I want your tight little asshole..."

Hannah’s eyes widened, her breath catching as the memory flooded back—that day when she’d peeked her ass out from under the blanket, her tight hole stretching wide just around the tip of my cock, her moans filling the room as she took me inch by inch. The thought alone made her blush fiercely, her body trembling against mine.

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "h...hmm..."

But then, as if trying to regain control, she abruptly changed the subject. "So... what are we gonna do now?"

I stepped back, my expression shifting from lust to cold, precise calculation. My voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial tone as I gestured for Hannah to follow me to Yuko’s side.

"We’re going to make Haruna see exactly what we want her to see," I murmured, my fingers tracing idle circles on Hannah’s wrist as I laid out the plan.

"Here’s how this is going to work," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "Every detail matters. Every reaction. Every word."

"Here’s what you’ll do," I said, outlining the steps with precision:

The Plan Is-

1. Take Haruna out for a walk around the building. Make it casual—like you’re just stretching your legs. Guide her toward the café at the corner. Take your time. Let the moment build.

2. Meanwhile, Yuko and I will find a spot in the café where we can be seen intimately. Not so obvious that it looks staged, but close enough that there’s no mistaking what Haruna sees.

Then it’s time for Hannah’s Performance, and you just have to make sure that-

"When you pass by the café, you’ll see us together. That’s your cue. I want you to overreact—gasping, looking like you’ve been stabbed in the heart. Then you run. Make it dramatic. Make it convincing."

"This will push Haruna over the edge," I said, my voice low and deliberate as I traced the rim of my glass with my thumb.

"She’ll be furious at Yuko—not just because she thinks her sister betrayed her, but because it’ll feel like the ultimate abandonment. First Hannah, now Yuko? The two people she trusts most, both ’stealing’ me from her?"

I let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, she’ll lose control. And when she does, she’ll say exactly what we need her to say."

Hannah’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. "You think she’ll admit it? That she... wants you that badly?"

I turned to her, my gaze sharp. "I know she will. Because deep down, Haruna’s not just jealous—she’s terrified. Terrified of losing what she thinks is hers. And when that fear bubbles over, she won’t be able to hide it anymore."

Yuko, who had been silent until now, crossed her arms. "And what if she doesn’t? What if she just... walks away?"

I smirked. "She won’t. Because we won’t give her the chance."

"I think when the drama reached this far, it should be enough to finally put an end to our drama. We’ll tell her everything—and after that, you can leave the rest to me. I’ll definitely convince Haruna."

Hannah glanced at Yuko, her voice hesitant. "Sister... are you okay with this?"

Yuko met her gaze, her expression unreadable but her voice steady. "If this is what makes my sister happy... then I’m willing to do anything."

I smirked internally. Of course she is. Yuko wasn’t just protective—she was obsessed. A sis-con through and through.

It explained why she’d followed Haruna to Germany after their mother uncovered her identity as a female assassin. She’d do anything for her sister... even play along with my games.

I checked the time, my tone shifting to urgency. "It’s getting late. Aunt Julie is still waiting for me at court. I’ll call you both once I’m back."

I looked between them, my voice leaving no room for argument. " After I deal with the case proceedings with Aunt Julie, we’ll execute the plan."

I turned to Yuko, my voice low. "When I call, you’ll meet me downstairs. I’ll ask Aunt Julie to go to your apartment—so you’ll need to think of an excuse to leave her there while you step out.’" I didn’t bother hiding my amusement. Yuko had no idea Julie was mine—or that she was already complicit in this little scheme.

Hannah nodded, though her brows furrowed. "Okay... I’ll take Haruna out once Sister Yuko leaves the apartment after your call. But where will you be, so I know where to go?"

I looked at Yuko, raising an eyebrow. "Where should we go? It’s your place—you’d know best."

Yuko hesitated for only a second. "There’s a café at the corner of this street. Just head in that direction."

Hannah nodded and turned to leave, but not before shooting me one last lingering, hungry look.

Once Hannah was gone, Yuko’s voice cut through the silence, sharp with warning. "What are you actually going to do?" Her eyes narrowed. "I told you before—you can’t touch me. You get that, right? And don’t even think of trying anything... otherwise—"

I didn’t need her to finish. My telepathy caught the unspoken thought drifting through her mind:

[I can’t even kill him... Haruna likes him too much.]