Chapter 1182: Tomiko’s Love Confession in Panic
I pulled her closer into a warm, tight hug, letting her cry against my chest. My hand stroked her back gently, slowly moving lower until it rested just above the curve of her plump ass.
"Oba-san... please don’t cry like this. I don’t remember everything clearly, but I could never hate you. Never."
Tomiko sobbed harder, her tears soaking into my shirt as her huge, soft tits pressed firmly against me. "But Jack... I’m the one who gave you the tea... I’m the one who couldn’t control myself..."
I held her even tighter against me, my arms wrapping around her trembling frame like a protective shield. My lips brushed the top of her head in a soft, lingering kiss, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the salty trace of her tears.
"If it’s anybody’s fault, it’s mine," I whispered, my voice low and steady. "It must have been me... even if the drugs clouded everything. And Oba-san, please—don’t blame yourself. You had no idea what was in that tea. None of this is on you."
Tomiko shook her head slowly against my chest, her face buried in my shirt as fresh sobs muffled her words. "No, Jack... you’re too kind for your own good. When you started getting hard... when your hands grabbed me like that..."
"I should have stopped you. I knew something was wrong, but instead I..." Her voice cracked, the guilt raw and heavy in every syllable. Her fingers clutched desperately at the fabric of my shirt, as if letting go would make me vanish.
She pulled back just enough to look up at me, eyes red and swollen, yet still heartbreakingly beautiful. Her arms tightened around my waist in a fierce hug. "We can’t let Haruna know about this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with terror.
"It would destroy everything—our family, her trust, all of it. Jack, just forget about it. Please. This never happened. I never wanted you to know... I never wanted anyone to know."
I gently cupped her face with both hands, tilting it upward so our eyes met. My thumb tenderly wiped away the fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, tracing the soft curve of her skin.
"Oba-san... do you really think so little of me? Do you take me for the kind of man who would abandon his own woman out of fear? I couldn’t live with myself if I walked away from you now. Not after everything we’ve been through."
Tomiko’s breath hitched. A deep blush bloomed across her face, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. "I... I’m not your woman," she murmured, her voice trembling with embarrassment and disbelief.
"It was just an accident... a terrible, drug-induced mistake." Her eyes darted away from mine, unable to hold my gaze, flickering toward the floor as if the truth might shatter her completely.
I shook my head, refusing to let her retreat. My grip on her face remained gentle but firm. "You are my woman," I said, my tone fierce with conviction. "I won’t let you leave me. If it comes down to Haruna, I’ll talk to her. I’ll explain everything. I’ll make her understand."
"No!" Tomiko’s eyes widened in panic. She shook her head frantically, gripping my arms. "No, you are not allowed to talk to Haruna about this. How could I ever face her again? Jack, just forget it—I beg you. I would never ask you for anything else in my life, but please... I’m begging you. Let it go."
I pretended to falter, letting a few convincing tears well up in my eyes before they slipped down my cheeks. My voice cracked with feigned despair as I stared deeply into hers. "Oba-san... look me in the eye and say it. Promise me you want me to leave with Haruna and never bother you again. Say those words, and I’ll go."
Tomiko’s face crumpled. For a split second, raw panic flashed across her features. [No... If Jack left, what would I have left to live for? I might as well die...]
Inside, I chuckled darkly. She had no idea. Last night, when I had come deep inside her, the Lust Demon ability had fully activated. Her body, her soul—every part of her now belonged to me, bound by invisible chains of desire and devotion she couldn’t even begin to resist.
As if the mere idea of my departure had broken something inside her, Tomiko threw herself against me once more, hugging me with all her strength. Her body pressed flush against mine, warm and soft and desperate.
"No... No, you’re not allowed to leave," she whispered fiercely, her voice thick with emotion.
"I love you, Jack. I’ve loved you for such a long time. Ever since you saved me from Daiki... the way you took care of my sister, the way you protected Haruna... I watched it all, and I was so jealous. Jealous of Haruna for having your attention, your affection."
"I know I’m older than you. I know I’m not worthy of you. I kept telling myself you could never like someone like me—"
I gently pulled back just enough to look at her, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her tear-streaked face. A soft, genuine smile touched my lips. "Who said I don’t like you?" I asked, my voice warm and teasing, yet filled with quiet intensity.
"Who told you that lie, Oba-san? Because every time I look at you, I see strength, beauty, and a heart that’s far too big for this world. You’re not ’just an accident.’ You’re mine. And I’m not letting you go."
Tomiko stared at me, stunned, her lips parted in disbelief as fresh tears—different this time, born of fragile hope rather than despair—glistened in her wide, beautiful eyes.
The weight of years of hidden longing, buried guilt, and unspoken love hung thick in the air between us, finally cracking open in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The room felt smaller, warmer, as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of us.
She searched my face desperately, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with lingering doubt. "Jack... don’t lie to me. Please. I can’t take it if this is just kindness... or pity."
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I cupped her flushed cheek, my thumb brushing gently across her soft skin, and leaned in slowly, giving her a heartbeat to pull away.
When she didn’t, I captured her lips in a deep, tender kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her before her eyelids fluttered shut.
For a moment, she froze—then melted against me, her hands clutching my shirt as if I were her anchor in a storm.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, full of all the reassurance and desire I wanted her to feel. When I finally pulled back, a thin, glistening strand of saliva still connected our lips, stretching delicately between us before breaking. Her cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red, her breathing ragged and unsteady.
"Do you still think I’m lying?" I asked softly, my voice husky, a small, confident smile playing on my lips as I gazed into her eyes.
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