Chapter 588: Why Did You Cum Inside Me?

I kept my expression carefully neutral, my movements slow and deliberate as I fed Haruna another bite. My thumb traced idle circles against her waist, my touch light, possessive.

Haruna had gone still against me, her body tense, her breath coming in short, quiet gasps as she watched Yuko unravel.

Yuko’s throat worked, her fingers flexing against the table. She looked like she wanted to say something—do something—but she was frozen, trapped in the wreckage of her own thoughts, her own wants.

I leaned in, my breath warm against the delicate curve of Haruna’s ear. My lips grazed her skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine as I commanded, "Eat," my voice a low, velvety growl meant only for her. But my eyes—sharp, unyielding—never left Yuko’s.

Go on, sister. Let’s see how long you can pretend this doesn’t affect you.

Yuko’s silence was deafening, her fingers tightening around the fork as she continued eating with forced, rapid precision. Each bite was deliberate, almost defiant, as if she could outrun the heat creeping up her neck.

[Yuko, get a grip... Jack is Haruna’s boyfriend. This isn’t you—it has to be that damn dream messing with my head...]

[But that dream... it showed me the truth. I really do like this insufferable bastard, Jack... Not that I’d ever admit it out loud.]

A faint flush crept across Yuko’s cheeks, her jaw tightening as she swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat working visibly. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with something unspoken—every passing second stretching into an eternity of charged silence.

And I loved it. Loved the way her fingers trembled just slightly around her fork, loved the way her breath hitched when she thought I wasn’t looking.

I turned my attention back to Haruna, feeding her another bite of breakfast. She responded in kind, her fingers brushing against mine as she offered me a piece of fruit, her eyes soft with devotion.

My gaze flickered to Yuko’s plate—empty except for the last of the eggs. Without hesitation, I scooped one onto her plate and slid it toward her. "Sister Yuko," I said, my voice dripping with false innocence, "here, have this."

Yuko’s eyes flicked to the egg, then back to me, her expression unreadable. A beat of silence. Then, with deliberate slowness, she picked up her fork and took the bite, her gaze locked onto mine. "Thank you," she muttered, the words clipped, almost reluctant.

After the meal, Haruna gathered the plates, her movements efficient as she carried them to the kitchen. I watched her for a moment before standing. "Haruna, I’m leaving," I said, my tone casual, "I need to go meet Aunt Julie."

Haruna turned, her eyes wide with sudden urgency. "Jack... I’m coming with you," she insisted, her voice firm. "It’s my fault, so I should apologize."

I studied her—her flushed cheeks, the way her fingers twisted together nervously. Of course, she’d insist.

The memory of last night was still fresh—Haruna’s body writhing beneath me, her nails raking down my back as she whimpered my name, her tight little cunt milking me dry.

My

Lust Demon

ability had been active, drowning her in waves of pleasure so intense it rewired her mind, her body, her soul.

She’d been a trembling, gasping mess when I finally pulled out, my cum dripping down her thighs as she clung to me like I was her last lifeline. Now? She was mine—body, heart, and mind. She’d let me do anything.

A slow, predatory smirk tugged at my lips. "Okay," I drawled, my voice rough with promise. "Come with me."

Haruna turned to Yuko, her voice bright but threaded with something needy, something desperate. "Sister, I’m leaving with Jack... to meet Aunt Julie."

Yuko barely registered the words, her mind clearly elsewhere. "Jack..." she murmured, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the table. "Take care of her for me."

I nodded, my tone smooth, too smooth. "Don’t worry, Sister Yuko. I will." My gaze lingered on her a second too long, heavy with unspoken intent. The way her breath hitched told me she felt it—the weight of my words, the promise beneath them.

Haruna let out an exasperated sigh, her cheeks still flushed from our earlier exchange, and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Sister, I’m not a child..." she huffed, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and something far more desperate.

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed my hand, her fingers threading through mine with a possessive urgency that sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. "Let’s go..." she muttered, tugging me toward the door with more force than necessary.

We stepped out of the apartment, the cool air of the corridor hitting us as we made our way to the elevator. The hallway was empty, the hum of the building’s systems the only sound besides Haruna’s quick, uneven breaths. She didn’t let go of my hand, her grip tight, almost clingy, as if she were afraid I’d disappear if she loosened it even for a second.

The elevator doors slid shut with a quiet ding, sealing us inside. The moment we were alone, Haruna’s demeanor shifted. Her hand shot to my waist, fingers digging in with a sharp, punishing pinch.

"You bad guy..." she hissed, though her voice was thick with something far from anger. Her cheeks flushed, her breath already uneven.

"You came inside me... even after I told you not to..." She squirmed, her thighs pressing together. "Hmm... I could feel it... all leaking out today... every time I walked, it just... dripped..."

I groaned, my cock twitching at the image. My hand snapped to her ass, palm spreading wide, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "Fuck, you’re begging for it, aren’t you?" I growled, pulling her flush against me. "Couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? About how full you were... how used..."

Haruna whimpered, her hips jerking forward instinctively. "N-No! I wasn’t—ah!—I just—!" Her protest dissolved into a moan as I squeezed harder, my thumb pressing against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass.

"Liar," I rumbled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Your pussy’s soaked just thinking about it, isn’t it?" To emphasize my point, I ground my palm against her, my fingers spreading, owning her. "Bet if I slipped my hand under that skirt right now, I’d find you dripping..."

Haruna’s breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulders. "J-Jack—! That’s—nnh—not—!"

"Nnngh—!" Her words dissolved into a sharp, surprised moan as my fingers dug into the soft flesh, my palm spreading wide, claiming. "J-Jack—! You—ah!—"