Chapter 1284: Suffocated Between Fumi’s Heavy Tits

Fumi looked at me with a soft, almost curious smile, still leaving her blouse open so the black lace and deep cleavage remained fully on display.

"So... do you have a girlfriend?"

I shook my head, keeping my voice polite and a little shy.

"No... currently I don’t."

Her eyes lit up with interest. She shifted on the sofa, the movement making her heavy tits sway inside the open blouse.

"Why? You’re so handsome... There must be many girls who are approaching you... in America... or even here in Japan."

Then she tilted her head slightly.

"Oh... you are American, right?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. I recently moved here to Japan after I got a job at Suzuki Enterprise. And as for a girlfriend... when I was in America, I was busy studying for the bar, so I didn’t really look for one. Now that I’m here, I’m just getting used to the culture..."

Fumi nodded slowly. Through telepathy, her thoughts turned speculative and clearly interested.

[Is he a virgin then...? Maybe... a hardworking young man who never had time for women... that would make this even easier... and more fun.]

She leaned forward, resting both elbows on the low table and cupping her face between her palms. The new angle made her full, heavy tits push together and spill forward against the black lace.

They jiggled softly with the movement; the deep cleavage became even more pronounced, the soft inner curves almost spilling out of the bra cups. She noticed my gaze drop and linger, but she pretended not to, only smiling a little deeper.

"What about your family?" she asked, voice gentle.

I kept the prepared story smooth and quiet.

"I’m the only one left in my family. My parents... they passed away."

The moment the words left my mouth, Fumi’s expression softened into perfect sympathy.

She rose slightly, closed the small distance between us on the sofa, and pulled me into a sudden, full-bodied hug.

Both of her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she pressed my face firmly into the warm, soft valley of her cleavage.

The scent of her skin and light perfume filled my nose immediately.

The heavy, mature flesh of her tits molded around my cheeks and forehead; the black lace scratched lightly against my skin as she hugged me tighter, deliberately pushing my face deeper between them.

The soft weight of her breasts completely surrounded me—warm, yielding, and slightly damp from the residual heat of her earlier arousal. Every small breath she took made the soft mounds rise and fall against my face, smothering me in their warmth.

"I’m so sorry..." she murmured aloud, voice full of practiced tenderness as she gently rocked me against her chest. ℓ.

But her real thoughts were pure, vulgar hunger.

[Mmm... that’s it... bury that handsome face right between these heavy tits... feel how soft and warm they are... my nipples are already so hard against the lace... I can feel his breath on my skin... if I push him any deeper he’ll be able to taste the sweat between them...]

[He’s not pulling away... good boy... let the lonely young foreigner get a proper taste of a real woman’s body... these tits are so much bigger and softer than whatever little girls he might have seen in America... I want him to get addicted to this feeling... to the smell... to the way they pillow around his face...]

[My pussy is throbbing again just from holding him like this... the crotch of my panties is still soaked from earlier... if I keep his face here much longer I’m going to start grinding against the sofa... fuck... I want to pull the lace down and let him suck on these stiff nipples right now... make him forget he ever felt embarrassed...]

She held the hug longer than any normal sympathy required, one hand sliding up to the back of my head so she could press my face even more firmly into the deep, soft cleavage. The black lace shifted under the pressure; the upper curves of her breasts spilled further over the cups, warm skin directly against my cheeks and lips. Every tiny movement made the heavy flesh jiggle and mold tighter around me while her filthy internal monologue continued to spiral.

[That’s right... stay right there... breathe me in... get hard for these tits the same way you got hard when you saw them earlier... by the time I’m done with this lonely little lawyer he’ll be begging to bury more than just his face between them...]

From her hidden spot, Saki watched the entire calculated display, eyes narrowed with dark amusement as the arrogant older sister continued to smother the very man who had already claimed her brother’s wife.

The soft, heavy weight of Fumi’s tits completely surrounded my face. The black lace scratched lightly against my cheeks; the warm, mature flesh molded around me with every small breath she took.

After several long seconds, I deliberately placed one hand against the soft outer curve of her breast—fingers sinking slightly into the yielding flesh—and pushed myself back as if I were finally coming up for air.

I made sure my face was flushed, eyes wide with perfect manufactured embarrassment. My hand lingered on the warm, lace-covered mound for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before I jerked it away as if the contact had shocked me.

"I—I’m sorry... I didn’t mean it..." I stammered, voice slightly breathless, playing the flustered younger man who had just accidentally groped the mature woman comforting him.

Fumi’s smile was slow, knowing, and thoroughly pleased. She made no move to close her blouse. The deep cleavage and black lace remained fully on display, the soft skin still faintly marked from where my face had been pressed.

"It’s okay... I know you didn’t mean it," she said, voice smooth and gently teasing. "Anyway, I’m just an old auntie... who would be interested in me...?"

Through telepathy, her real thoughts were sharp and expectant.

[Let’s see what you will say... come on, young man... tell the lonely divorced woman what she wants to hear.]

I kept the embarrassed flush on my face and answered right on cue, voice sincere and slightly awkward.

"No... Ms. Fumi isn’t old at all. She’s at most thirty... how can she be considered old...?"

Fumi let out a soft, delighted chuckle. The sound made her heavy tits sway gently inside the open blouse.

She leaned back just a little, clearly enjoying both the compliment and the residual heat still pulsing between her thighs.

"Hmm... you are teasing me..."

Her eyes stayed on me, dark with satisfaction and lingering arousal, while Saki continued to watch from the shadows with a cold, knowing smile.