Chapter 1006: Maki’s Massive Tits Squeezed on Takeoff
SERA added: isa was married with two children (one son and one daughter) and was currently the frontrunner in Japan’s presidential election.
Maki was her most trusted personal secretary. The two won shared an exceptionally close professional bond.
Maki had traveled alone to Arica for important etings and was now returning to Japan. The interview she was trying to reschedule was critical, but without Maki present to review and refine isa’s answers, the campaign had no choice but to postpone.
Just then, a beautiful air hostess approached with a polite, professional smile. "Sir, please switch off your phone. We are about to take off. Once we are airborne, you may use it again."
I nodded calmly and powered off my phone.
The long flight to Japan had officially begun. The first-class cabin was quiet and luxurious, filled with a subtle, electric tension that seed to hum in the air.
Yuko sat in front of , staring out the window at the clouds, still carrying that faint blush from last night’s events. Haruna, on my left, was fidgeting with her phone, occasionally glancing at
with a playful, possessive smile.
My gaze drifted to Maki Yoshikawa, who was sitting in the seat in front of Haruna, slightly diagonal from . She looked incredibly elegant and sensual in her charcoal-gray professional business suit.
The fitted blazer was buttoned tightly over her full, heavy D-cup breasts, creating a deep, inviting cleavage that strained against the crisp white blouse underneath. Her pencil skirt hugged her wide, fertile hips and thick, toned thighs like a second skin, the fabric stretching deliciously every ti she shifted.
As the plane stabilized after takeoff and the seatbelt sign turned off, Maki stood up gracefully. Her high heels clicked softly on the cabin floor as she turned toward the back of the cabin, heading in my direction.
At that exact mont, I used a subtle burst of telekinesis to snap the heel of her right shoe.
Maki let out a surprised little moan — "Aaa..." — as her balance suddenly gave way. She stumbled forward and fell directly onto my lap.
My hands instinctively shot up to catch her. In the process, I firmly grabbed her massive, soft breasts. The heavy, warm flesh filled my palms perfectly — so full, so heavy, and incredibly soft even through the layers of her blazer and blouse. They felt plush and yielding, spilling slightly between my fingers as I squeezed them to steady her. A rich, intoxicating feminine scent washed over
— a delicate mix of expensive jasmine perfu, warm skin, and a subtle, sweet vanilla undertone that made my cock twitch instantly.
Maki gasped sharply, "Aaah...!" as her full tits were squeezed in my grip for that brief, electric second. Her body was soft and warm against mine, her thick thighs pressing against my lap.
She quickly pushed herself up, her face flushed deep red with embarrassnt. "I am so sorry... I am so sorry!"
She bowed deeply in traditional Japanese style, her heavy breasts jiggling noticeably inside the strained blazer with the motion. When she straightened up, her eyes t mine and lingered for a mont longer than necessary.
Through telepathy, I clearly heard her thoughts:
[He looks like Jack Reynolds... that famous billionaire who was in the headlines recently... He is so handso... and those hands... they felt so strong and warm when he caught ... My breasts are still tingling...]
I wasn’t surprised she recognized . As a personal secretary to a presidential candidate, she would naturally stay inford about major international figures.
I smiled calmly and said, "It’s okay. No harm done. Are you alright?"
Maki nodded quickly, still flustered. "Yes... Thank you for catching . I’m really sorry for falling on you like that."
Then I looked down and noticed her broken heel. I pressed the help button to call the air hostess.
When the pretty attendant arrived, I pointed at Maki’s damaged shoe and said politely, "Can you help us get so spare footwear for her? Her heel just broke."
The air hostess nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, sir. I’ll bring so comfortable spare shoes right away."
While we waited, I stood up and gently helped Maki sit down in my seat so she could rest her foot. She changed into the new flat shoes the attendant brought, then looked up at
with grateful eyes.
"Thank you... and I am really sorry for bothering you," she said softly, bowing her head again. Her heavy breasts shifted enticingly with the movent, the deep cleavage briefly becoming even more pronounced.
I waved it off with a gentle smile. "No, no, it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault at all. These things happen. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt."
Maki stood up carefully, now stable in the new shoes. She gave
one last polite nod, her jasmine-vanilla scent still lingering in the air around . "Thank you again. You’re very kind."
She then turned and headed toward the washroom at the back of the cabin, her wide hips swaying slightly in the tight pencil skirt as she walked away. The broken heel clicked unevenly in her hand.
The mont she disappeared down the aisle, Haruna imdiately leaned over, her voice low and jealous, pressing her own massive tits against my arm. "Jack... you grabbed her tits pretty firmly when she fell on you. Did you like how they felt? They looked really big and soft... bigger than mine?"
Yuko, who had turned around in her seat to watch the whole incident, looked at
angrily.
[He touched her breasts... so openly... and she has such a mature, voluptuous body... that tight skirt and those huge tits... Why does seeing Jack touch another woman make my stomach twist like this...? I shouldn’t be feeling jealous... but I am...]
I said, pretending to be afraid, " It was just an accident... It’s not my fault."
Haruna continued whispering naughtily, her hand resting possessively on my thigh. "Her suit was so tight... I bet her nipples got hard when you squeezed them. You’re such a pervert, Jack... but I like it. Just rember — my tits are bigger, and they belong to you. Next ti you want to grope soone, grope
instead."
Yuko muttered under her breath from the seat in front, still flustered, "You two... behave yourselves on the plane..."
The long flight continued, but the air in the first-class cabin now felt even thicker with unspoken tension, jealousy, and lingering sensual energy after the little "accident" with Maki Yoshikawa. Her jasmine-vanilla scent still clung faintly to my hands and shirt.
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