We're Not Even Blood-Related
I scooped Yukiko up in a princess carry and carried her lightly up to the second floor. We entered the master bedroom—her room. Now that I thought about it, I'd been in this house for quite a while, but this was my first time stepping inside Yukiko's personal space.
The moment I opened the door, a room far larger than mine greeted me. The bed was massive too. Four people could easily stretch out across it with room to spare. I tossed Yukiko onto it.
“Kyaa~!”
She let out a small cry and laughed. Yukiko lay there, gazing up at me with seductive, bewitching eyes. At this point, there was no chance I could resist her allure.
I climbed onto the bed and kissed her forehead. Then her brow, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips—where I gave her a deep, adult kiss, our tongues intertwining.
“Has any other man ever been on this bed?”
“...No. You're the first man to climb onto it.”
Hmm. So she hadn't shared it with Taira Saburo. A flicker of satisfaction ran through me as I moved from her lips to her long, graceful neck and sucked gently.
“Mmm… Not there. It'll leave a mark…”
She said no, yet her arms tightened around my back. Her voice had that moist, melting quality that could disarm any man.
“I'm going to stamp you as mine now.”
“Hehe… I've been your woman since that cherry blossom viewing… Ryuta.”
She must have meant the kiss during the fireworks that night. For such a sweet remark, I rewarded her by trailing my mouth from her neck down to her breasts. I teased her areolas with my tongue and gently sucked on her nipples. Yukiko writhed, letting out pitiful, pleasure-filled moans.
“Haaah… It tickles…”
After thoroughly lavishing attention on her chest, I slid my lips downward, following the faint lines of her abs.
Little by little I descended until I reached her perfectly smooth mound—she'd clearly had a Brazilian wax. I licked her plump outer lips, then teased her inner folds with the tip of my tongue in light, maddening strokes.
Part of me wanted to bury my face there, slurping and sucking up every drop of her nectar, but my own cum was still trickling out of her. So I kept up the torturously slow foreplay.
“Mmm… A little more… Ngh…”
There were spots Yukiko clearly wanted touched, but since I avoided them, she grew increasingly desperate. She even grabbed my head and tried pushing me deeper into her pussy. I tormented her for a few more minutes before suddenly attacking her swollen, erect clit with my tongue.
“Hiiyaang!!!”
Whether from shock or overwhelming pleasure, Yukiko arched her back like a drawn bow. I kept up the pressure, sucking and stroking her clit relentlessly.
“Haang! Hahng! Too much…! Haaang…! Put it in, Ryuta, please? I can't hold back anymore!”
I couldn't ignore a woman begging like that. I lifted my head, locked eyes with her, and thrust my cock straight inside. Thanks to my cum acting as lubricant, it slid in far more easily than the first time.
“Haa…! This is so good! Haaang!”
Yukiko cried out in ecstasy the moment I filled her. I began rocking my hips, determined to make her feel even better. After several minutes, I decided to spice things up.
“Talk dirty for me, Yukiko.”
“Haaang…! I can't say things like that…”
“If you don't, I won't move.”
At my sudden demand she whined in protest, but the instant I slowed my thrusts dramatically, she pressed her lips to my ear and whispered obscene words.
“Mmm… Does Mommy's pussy taste good? Please stir up Mommy's cunt with Ryuta's big banana…!”
“Yes, Mother… Your pussy tastes so fucking good…!”
Her face burned crimson, but her own filthy words seemed to excite her. I felt a fresh gush of her juices flood around me. In response, I pounded her pussy with renewed ferocity.
“Mmm! Haaang, eat it all up, Ryuta. This pussy was made just for you…!”
The combination of violent thrusts and her lewd whispers in my ear quickly pushed me toward the edge.
“Where do you want my cum?”
“Mmm! Fill my pussy with your hot load! Haaang!”
Her moans grew louder, and my hips moved faster in response. I pulled back until only the head remained inside, then slammed in to the hilt with long, powerful strokes. Yukiko's eyes rolled back, the whites showing as she climbed toward climax.
“I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! Haaaaang!!”
“Ugh—I'm cumming!!”
My cock erupted, flooding her womb with thick white seed. Yukiko's inner walls spasmed wildly, squeezing and releasing me in rhythmic convulsions as she came completely undone.
When our peaks finally subsided, I stayed buried inside her and pulled her into my arms. She hugged me back and gave me a soft peck. That light kiss quickly deepened into a passionate French kiss, which in turn made my cock harden again inside her.
“Hmm?? Again…?”
Yukiko's eyes widened as she felt me growing inside her. I simply nodded and started moving my hips once more.
“Haaang!! I just came! Let me rest a little—aaang!!”
After two more rounds, Yukiko lay with her head on my arm. We talked about many things. One topic was the Health Miracle stock.
“I knew Father gave you plenty of allowance, but I finally understand why you kept complaining about being short on cash. You poured everything into Health Miracle stock, didn't you?”
The Health Miracle story was making global headlines right now—the stock had surged over three hundred times its original value. Everyone was rushing to invest. Yukiko looked genuinely shocked when I told her I'd bought in when it was still under a dollar.
“So don't worry. If anything happens, we can live comfortably on that money. And if you ever have to leave the HR Development Center, we'll build a mansion where we don't need to care about anyone else's opinions and live there together.”
“You really thought that far ahead?”
Yukiko gazed at me with something like admiration. The fragile, uncertain woman I'd seen in the Hiramoto family parking lot was gone now that she had a man supporting her. That meant I could bring up what I'd learned.
“Yukiko, there's something I heard recently…”
I started with Assistant Team Leader Suzuki Chisami and told her what Mimata Chieri had revealed about the HR director backing her.
“To think Taira Jiro had already reached this far…”
Yukiko listened with a serious expression, then murmured under her breath.
“Don't concern yourself with it anymore. I'll handle everything.”
She pulled my face into her ample breasts and spoke tenderly. My face sank into heavenly softness while her gentle fingers stroked the back of my head. The comfort was so overwhelming that my eyes began to close on their own.
“Sleep well, Ryuta.”
Her soft whisper in my ear was the last thing I remembered that night.
Sunlight poured through the window, so bright it woke me naturally. I stretched and sat up. Beside me, Yukiko's naked body glowed in the morning light, looking even more beautiful than usual.
“You're awake?”
Yukiko greeted me with a bright smile. I returned the good morning.
“Because of what we discussed at dawn about the HR director, I'll be busy this weekend.”
“I had plans too, but I was going to cancel them to spend the weekend with you…”
When I spoke with a hint of complaint, Yukiko chuckled and pinched my cheek. Her eyes were warm, and even that playful pinch felt full of affection.
“Take care of your own business on the weekend. We can always be together on weekday evenings.”
She spoke like a mother soothing a sulky child, then rose from the bed and headed to the shower. Having someone from a rival faction as director of the HR department she oversaw was no small problem. She seemed eager to handle it quickly—if she delayed, she might end up as nothing more than a nominal director, a puppet in her own center.
After her shower, I watched her dry her hair as we continued talking.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I have a few ideas.”
Yukiko planned to go to the company today and tomorrow to review every personnel decision the HR director had made over the years. She'd identify how deeply Taira Jiro's influence ran and who could still be trusted. Then, first thing Monday, she would purge the compromised employees and keep only those loyal to her.
It really would be a busy weekend if she intended to examine years of personnel records.
“Want me to help?”
“It's fine. My secretary returns today, so I'll work with her.”
Once her hair was dry and she was dressed in her sharp suit, Yukiko kissed my forehead. She looked incredibly sexy in formal attire.
“I don't know what your appointment is, but prior commitments matter. Don't worry about me—just enjoy your weekend.”
“If you need my strength, call me anytime. You know what I'm capable of, Yukiko.”
When I flexed my bare muscles, she exclaimed, “Geez, what are you doing~!” but couldn't tear her eyes away from my physique. She might still be young, but a woman who loves muscles is still an older woman at heart.
“Then… I'm staying out tonight.”
“Understood. See you Monday evening~!”
This time she kissed me on the lips before leaving. It was still only seven o'clock. Maybe I could sleep a little more? Oh, right—the sofa was still a mess. I'd better clean that up first.