Chapter 1285: Fumi’s Ass Grinding Deliberately Backward

Saki entered the living room and sat down on the sofa opposite us, her expression carefully neutral. The moment she took her seat, Fumi made no move to create distance.

Instead, she shifted closer, deliberately pressing the soft, heavy curve of one full tit against my upper arm.

The warm flesh molded against me through the open blouse and black lace; she held the contact firmly, making sure Saki had a clear view of the intimate proximity.

Fumi’s voice stayed smooth and composed as she addressed her sister-in-law.

"Saki... how is brother?"

Saki’s eyes flicked briefly to the way Fumi’s breast was pressed against my arm, a faint, cold glint of amusement hidden behind her polite mask.

"He is asleep... after drinking the tea."

Fumi nodded, still keeping her soft tit firmly against me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Through telepathy, her thoughts were openly possessive and pointed.

[That’s right... Look at this, Saki. He’s sitting right here with my breast against him, and he isn’t pulling away. Keep watching.]

I decided it was time to break the moment. I stood, gently separating my arm from the warm pressure of her breast, and smoothed the front of my pants with a polite, slightly awkward motion.

"I should get going..."

I turned to Saki, voice calm and professional.

"Ms. Saki, please contact me when you are free so we can discuss the case."

Saki nodded, her tone perfectly apologetic.

"I’m sorry... because of this, we have to trouble you again."

"It’s nothing," I replied. "It is indeed an emergency, with Mr. Yamamoto getting sick. We can arrange the meeting some other time. We still have a week before the trial."

Saki nodded again.

Fumi’s expression tightened almost imperceptibly. Through telepathy, her thoughts spiked with clear anxiety.

[Is he leaving...? Already? After I just got him this close...?]

She rose quickly and followed me to the front door, still leaving her blouse open so the black lace and deep cleavage remained visible. Just as I reached for the doorknob, she stopped me with a light touch on my arm.

"Jack... wait. At least take my business card. In case you need to reach me about my brother’s condition... or anything else."

She opened her small clutch and took out a sleek, professional card. As she extended it toward me, her fingers "slipped." The card fluttered from her hand and landed on the floor just behind her.

"Ah—"

Fumi turned immediately and bent over at the waist to retrieve it. The tight black pencil skirt stretched obscenely across the full, heavy curves of her big, mature ass.

The fabric pulled taut, outlining every soft contour—the round underside, the deep cleft, the way the thick flesh spread slightly under its own weight.

The skirt rode up just enough to hint at the lower curve where it met her thighs, the material shiny under the hallway light as it clung to her like a second skin.

She held the bent position a second longer than necessary, presenting the heavy, inviting shape of her ass directly toward me.

Then, as she began to straighten, she took a deliberate half-step backward. The thick, soft flesh of her ass pressed firmly and fully against the front of my pants, right onto the half-hard length of my cock.

The contact was solid and hot. The heavy cheeks molded around the thick outline, the soft weight grinding slowly along the shaft through the fabric as she completed the motion.

A soft, breathy moan escaped her throat before she could stop it.

I let out a low hiss through my teeth as the sudden, deliberate pressure sent a sharp pulse of heat through my cock.

Fumi’s cheeks flushed a deep, vivid red the moment she felt the thick, hot shape against her. Through telepathy, her thoughts turned raw and startled by the reality of it.

[It’s so big... and I can still feel the heat... even through the pants it’s burning against my ass... thicker and hotter than I expected... fuck...]

She stayed pressed against me a fraction longer than any accident required, the soft, heavy flesh of her ass still molded around the hard ridge in my pants, before finally stepping forward and turning with the recovered business card in hand.

Her face remained flushed, eyes slightly wider than usual, the lingering heat of my cock against her still clearly written in her expression.

I accepted the card, then reached into my own pocket. The only cards I carried bore the name Immortal Enterprises—something I had no intention of revealing. Instead, I offered a smooth, apologetic smile and took out my phone.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Fumi. My business cards haven’t been printed yet. They should be delivered next week... I only just ordered them after starting at Suzuki Enterprises. For now, let me give you my number directly."

I recited the number clearly. As I spoke, I kept my posture slightly angled, one hand casually adjusting the front of my pants in a belated, embarrassed attempt to hide the still-obvious thick outline of my erection.

A faint flush sat on my cheeks—perfectly played—while I avoided holding her gaze for too long, as if the deliberate press of her ass had left me flustered and self-conscious.

Fumi entered the number into her phone at once. Her eyes flicked down to the way I was trying to conceal the hard ridge, then back up to my slightly reddened face. Through telepathy, her thoughts turned openly arrogant and deeply satisfied.

[Look at him... blushing like a schoolboy, trying so hard to hide that big, hard cock after I only pressed my ass against it once. He can’t even look me in the eye properly.]

[All it took was a little cleavage, a sympathetic hug, and one "accidental" grind of this mature ass... and the handsome young foreigner is already hard and flustered for me. My body still works perfectly.]

[No man can resist these tits and this ass when I decide I want him. He’ll be thinking about this the entire way home... and when I call, he’ll come running.]

She lifted her chin slightly, the flush on her cheeks now mixed with pure, confident triumph. Her voice came out smooth and deliberately casual, though the residual heat between her thighs still pulsed from the contact.

"I’ll call you... maybe I will need your help with something..."

I gave a polite, slightly awkward nod, still half-hiding the outline in my pants with a subtle shift of my hand.

"Okay. Goodbye, Ms. Fumi... Goodbye, Ms. Saki."

Fumi watched me step out the door with the unmistakable satisfaction of a woman who believed she had just left an unforgettable impression on a younger man—her arrogance fully restored, her body still humming from the thick heat of my cock against her ass, while Saki’s cold, knowing eyes followed the entire performance from behind.