Chapter 274: B - Irresistible allure

"Dad, we’re heading out. Don’t wait for us for dinner," Hakuto calls out.

He’s getting ready to head downtown with Chantal and Claire, while Irina is still serving her house arrest.

They’re planning a relaxing afternoon strolling around the shops, followed by dinner that evening at Cordesol Meat, an upscale South American restaurant chain.

"Don’t stay out too late, or my beloved Kagura will start worrying. And most importantly, try not to cause any trouble this time..."

"Don’t worry, we won’t be late. And without Irina around, there’s no chance of some disaster happening either," Claire says, trying to reassure him.

Then she looks around carefully.

"Come to think of it... where did my sister go...?"

"Little Irina finally decided to get some exercise. She’s put on a little belly fat lately and asked me to help her get back in shape. She’s running laps around the garden... and now that you mention it, I haven’t seen her come by in a while. Let’s hope she hasn’t collapsed from a heart attack," Shin says with a smirk.

He barely finishes speaking when Irina comes running around the corner.

She’s wearing typical running clothes — short shorts and a simple white T-shirt.

Her face is as red as a tomato, and her tongue hangs out from exhaustion.

With every step, her breasts bounce noticeably beneath her T-shirt, which is so drenched in sweat that it clings to her body.

"Come on, Irina, it’s only your first lap! How are you already this tired? What happened to all that determination you had yesterday? You’ll never get him into bed if you can’t keep up with Claire and Chantal!"

Claire’s face instantly turns bright red with embarrassment.

"That idiot wouldn’t notice me even if I shoved my pussy in his face..." Chantal mutters.

Hakuto lets out a long, resigned sigh.

And she’s supposed to be the feminine one...

"D-Dad... stop saying stuff like that...!" Hakuto blurts out.

"Son, don’t crush little Irina’s dreams like that! She’ll lose what little motivation she has to train!"

"But Irina is already beautiful just the way she is! She doesn’t need to work out! Seriously, where the hell do you even see a belly on her?! She has an amazing body!" Hakuto shoots back.

Irina stops running the moment she hears those words.

"S-So..." Irina pants, completely out of breath.

She’s bent forward with her hands on her knees, struggling to stay on her feet.

"...you’ll have sex with me even if I don’t run thirty kilometers a day...?"

"Irina, you seriously have no shame!" Claire snaps, disturbed by the crude remark.

"She really IS a demonic slut..." Chantal mutters.

Hakuto quickly grabs Claire and Chantal by the wrists and pulls them away.

Better get out of here before all hell breaks loose...

The afternoon goes just as peacefully as planned, with Chantal going on a wild shopping spree for dresses, each one more daring than the last, while Hakuto ends up loaded down with bags like a pack mule.

Claire, on the other hand, settles for some perfume and a beach hat for the upcoming summer.

By the time evening rolls around, the three of them are seated at a table in a private room at Cordesol Meat.

And yet, the table is set for four, with one seat still empty.

Their missing dinner companion had warned them she’d be late because of a prior commitment.

Suddenly, the door to the private room swings open and a girl with straight blonde hair walks in.

She’s wearing oversized sunglasses and an outfit that’s fairly revealing and provocative, yet elegant at the same time.

A classic black evening dress with a plunging neckline and a high slit that shows off her stunning thighs.

Hakuto, Claire, and Chantal exchange quick, confused glances.

They’re all thinking the exact same thing.

Who the hell is this...?

It’s only when she greets them and apologizes for being late that they recognize her.

She’s the fourth person at their table: Aoi Kuze.

There are some things even money can’t buy. One of them is access to the grand opening of a luxury restaurant reserved exclusively for top-tier VIPs.

Thanks to Aoi, Hakuto, Claire, and Chantal managed to secure a spot at this exclusive event.

Despite Cordesol Meat being packed with celebrities invited to the grand opening from all over Japan, Aoi has chosen to keep a low profile.

That’s because there are two kinds of VIPs: those who are simply famous, and those so famous that even the first group asks them for photos and autographs.

Aoi clearly belongs to the second group, and she has no intention of spending the evening posing for selfies or signing autographs.

But having dinner alone or with her staff would be just as boring, so she invited Hakuto, Claire, and Chantal, practically the only three people who treat her like a perfectly normal fifteen-year-old girl.

"Oops, how careless of me..." Aoi murmurs with fake regret as a piece of meat "accidentally" falls into her cleavage.

Hakuto’s eyes immediately follow it, watching as it slowly slips down inside her dress.

Without hesitation, Aoi grabs the hem of her evening dress and lifts it all the way up, bunching it above her navel.

Underneath, she’s wearing tiny white lace panties that stand out sharply against her tanned skin.

The piece of meat slides down her flat, toned stomach before landing right on her panties.

And Hakuto’s gaze follows it all the way down, bouncing up and down between her thighs and her enormous breasts.

"If you want... you can eat it straight from there... Who knows, maybe you’ll find something else to taste down there..." Aoi murmurs in a warm, provocative voice.

It’s such an unexpected move from a girl like her that Claire and Chantal nearly choke on their food from the shock.

Hakuto, meanwhile, remains frozen like a statue, his mouth hanging open.

He thinks he’s saying something, but no words come out of his mouth, only incomprehensible mumbling.

His brain has completely short-circuited at the sight of Aoi’s half-naked body.

But that’s not all.

He feels something stirring inside him, a strange, inexplicable sensation.

An uncontrollable desire to do exactly what Aoi just suggested: bury his face between her thighs and pull off both the piece of meat and, especially, her panties with his teeth.

Driven by that inexplicable, uncontrollable desire, Hakuto needs no further encouragement.

He leans down toward her, but just as his face comes within a few inches of Aoi’s pussy, Claire and Chantal’s sharp voices snap him out of the strange trance he’d fallen into.

"What the hell are you doing, you damn pervert?!" the two girls shout in unison.

At the sound of their yelling, Hakuto jerks upright. He shakes his head and blinks several times, as if he’d just woken from a deep sleep.

An annoyed pout crosses Aoi’s face, but a moment later, she slips right back into the provocative attitude she had before.

"This place is full of nosy people, don’t you think, Hakuto? How about you and I go somewhere else? Maybe... my place?"

Aoi gives him a mischievous wink as she makes the suggestion.

Once again, Hakuto feels almost bewitched by that sudden urge to get up from his chair and follow her. But just as he’s about to do it, Chantal lunges at him, grabs his wrist, and pulls him back.

"If you’re that desperate to have some fun with a woman, I’m already right here! Or did you forget the promise of love you made me?! If I’d known you were such a pervert, I never would’ve given you my heart!"

"What...?" Hakuto murmurs, looking confused all over again.

He has absolutely no idea why he got up to follow her.

Finally, Aoi storms out of the private room, clearly annoyed. But not before shooting Hakuto one last flirtatious look.