Chapter 602: Sister Yuko - A Lesbian?

Haruna’s scoff was a whipcrack, sharp enough to draw blood. "Hmph... Pathetic." Her dark eyes raked over me, slow and deliberate, like she was measuring me for a coffin. Then she shook her head, a single, dismissive jerk of her chin. "Even daring to think about my sister..."

She moved closer—not enough to touch, but close enough that I could smell her: jasmine and something darker, like burnt sugar. The kind of scent that clung to skin after a night of sin. Her fingers tapped against her arm, restless, betraying the storm beneath her cold composure. The air between us thickened, heavy with the kind of silence that comes before a blade finds its mark.

"Honestly?" Her voice was a velvet blade, slicing through the tension. "Sister Yuko’s never shown interest in dating. Not once." A pause. A smirk.

"Doesn’t go on dates. Doesn’t talk about relationships. Doesn’t even look at men, I guess she doesn’t like men—" Her gaze flicked to me, then away, too fast. "I think my sister is a Lesbian."

I let her words hang there, suspended like a dropped glove.

Innocent, if you didn’t know better. If you hadn’t seen the way Yuko’s breath hitched when I brushed past her in the hallway, how her fingers trembled when I let my thumb graze her wrist—accidentally, of course. If you hadn’t noticed the way her eyes lingered on my mouth when she thought no one was looking.

Haruna’s jealousy was a living thing, coiled tight in her chest. She’d never admit it, but it radiated off her in waves—hot, suffocating. I could taste it.

Then Hannah struck.

With a giggle that was equal parts mischief and malice, she launched herself at me. I caught her effortlessly, my hands finding the dip of her waist, the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt.

She was small, but she moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how much space she was allowed to take. And right now, she was taking all of it.

I twisted, letting her momentum carry us both onto the couch. She landed sprawled across my chest, her legs tangling with mine, her breath warm against the hollow of my throat. "Jack," she murmured, her voice muffled against my skin, "when are we leaving for America?"

I didn’t hide my smirk. "Anytime you want, princess." My fingers threaded through her hair, slow, deliberate, just to watch Haruna’s jaw tighten. The way her nostrils flared, the way her fingers curled into her palms—like she was fighting the urge to rip Hannah off me and take her place.

Haruna’s exhale was sharp, a bull’s warning before the charge. "Let’s go tomorrow," she snapped, but her voice cracked at the edges, betraying her.

"College doesn’t start for five days. Plenty of time to get settled before classes." Her gaze flicked to Hannah, still draped over me like a second skin, and her smile turned sweet. Poisonous. "Unless you’d rather stay."

Hannah’s breath was a slow, deliberate tease against my collarbone. She wasn’t just breathing—she was marking me, her lips parted just enough that I felt the damp heat of her sigh like a brand. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest, her nails scraping lightly over the fabric of my shirt, just shy of pain.

"Tomorrow works," she purred, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. Her eyes were dark, knowing—the kind of look that said she’d already mapped out every dirty little move in this game before I’d even realized we were playing.

I should have been focused. Should’ve been planning. But fuck—the way her body fit against mine, soft where I was hard, yielding where I was rigid—made it difficult to remember why I gave a damn about anything but the way her pulse jumped under my palm. The way her hips shifted, just slightly, like she was testing how far she could push before I’d snap.

"Then it’s settled," I drawled, letting my grin turn lazy, cocky. The air was thick with it—perfume and gunpowder, the scent of arousal and the electric hum of barely leashed rage. Three women in one room, each a live wire of want or violence.

"Pack light," I murmured, my fingers tracing a slow circle on the small of Hannah’s back, just above the waistband of her jeans. The skin there was fever-hot, her muscles tensing under my touch. "We won’t need much."

Not when I could provide everything else.

Hannah’s favorability was maxed out—my

Lust Demon

ability still thrumming from when I’d filled her, when I’d made her scream my name until her voice gave out. She turned her head just enough to lock eyes with Haruna, her lips curling into something sharp and predatory. "Oh, you haven’t heard?" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial purr, her fingers tightening on my hip. "Our boy here’s got... talents."

She leaned in, close enough that Haruna got a front-row seat to the way her tongue flicked over her lower lip. "Incubus bloodline," she whispered, like she was sharing a secret. "Means he doesn’t just fuck—" A pause. A smirk. "He ruins."

Then she listed my abilities like a litany—Healer. Storage. Telekinesis. Teleportation—each word a needle under Haruna’s skin. But it was the last one that made Haruna’s breath hitch, her cheeks flushing that telltale pink. "That’s—" Her voice cracked. She swallowed, tried again. "That’s why it didn’t hurt... even though it was my first time—"

"Yeah." Hannah’s nails dug into my hip, just shy of pain. "He’s good like that."

I let my laugh rumble through my chest, low and dark, because fuck—if I wasn’t enjoying this, then I wasn’t breathing. Haruna’s pupils blew wide, her irises swallowed by black, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The copper tang of it hit the air, sharp and sweet, and I could taste her want like it was my own. Predictable. So fucking delicious.

Hannah’s fingers tightened around me, her thumb pressing in as she purred something filthy into Haruna’s ear.

I didn’t catch the words, but I didn’t need to—the way Haruna’s breath hitched, the way her thighs pressed together like she was trying to stifle an ache, told me exactly what Hannah had promised her.

And oh, I’d deliver.

The conversation dissolved into noise after that, their voices weaving into a haze of laughter and half-formed plans. Julie’s gaze burned into the side of my face, but I didn’t look at her. Not yet. Hannah’s breath was a slow, deliberate tease against my skin, her body fitted to mine like she’d been made for it.

Then I stood, stretching like a cat, my muscles flexing. Hannah’s gaze darkened as she watched me, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. I crooked a finger at her, then at Haruna. "Let’s take a Shower. Now."