Chapter 480: The Kick Under the Table
Julie’s eyes flicked between Haruna and , her expression growing more concerned with each passing second. She could sense the tension, the unspoken currents running between us, even if she didn’t know the cause. Her thoughts were a mix of concern and curiosity:
[What happened to this cheerful girl? She was fine just a little while ago. Did Jack say sothing to her? Or... or did he force her? But no, Jack isn’t like that. ]
[He wouldn’t really force soone. And anyway, I don’t think there’s any woman who wouldn’t like Jack, or feel forced when she’s with him. He has a way about him that just... draws people in. Makes them want him.]
Her thoughts trailed off as she looked at Haruna, her expression softening with concern. [Does she really miss her mom so much? Should I...]She was thinking about Haruna, about what she could do to help her.
But suddenly, Julie’s expression changed, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "Haruna," she said gently, reaching out to take Haruna’s hand. "If you really want to et your mom, your aunt can take you to Japan anyti."
Haruna’s eyes widened dramatically, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as her breath hitched audibly. The hope in her voice trembled like a delicate flower in the wind, mixing with the disbelief that made her perfect lips part slightly. "Really, Aunt?" she asked, her voice carrying both emotions in equal asure, creating a bittersweet lody that made my cock twitch.
Julie nodded gently, her eyes flicking to
briefly before returning to Haruna with motherly concern. The way her gaze softened as she looked at Haruna made sothing tighten in my chest.
"Anyway," she continued, her voice carrying the gentle cadence of a lullaby, "Jack can book a private plane, and we can go there and co back anyti we want." Her hand reached out to cover Haruna’s, the gesture so maternal it made my throat feel strangely constricted.
Haruna nodded slightly, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotion: [Aunt Julie is really kind... She’s genuinely worried about ... But why? Does she suspect sothing? Or is she just being her usual caring self? I don’t know... I don’t know anything anymore... Except that I need him... I need him so much..]
The way her fingers trembled slightly under Julie’s hand, the way her breath ca in short little gasps - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut. I could feel her pain, her longing, her desperate need for , and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
Julie looked at , her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, "What do you say, Jack?"
I t Julie’s gaze with practiced neutrality, my expression carefully schooled into calm indifference as I spoke. "I’m okay with it," I said, my voice carrying just the right note of casual acceptance.
"Anyway, I always listen to my elders’ orders." The words themselves were innocent enough, but the way I emphasized "elders" made Julie’s eyes flash with sudden irritation, her fingers tightening around her fork.
The kick ca sharp and sudden under the table, the impact making
wince slightly as pain blood through my shin. But rather than lessening my dark satisfaction, the pain only mixed with it, creating a heady cocktail that made my cock pulse violently in my pants. The dual sensations - her physical reaction and my psychological response - fed each other in a dark symphony that made my breath catch.
I noticed Hannah watching us with a keen eye, her thoughts a whirlwind of amusent, curiosity, and a hint of mischief. [Hmm... Jack is really sothing else... The way he teases Mom, it’s almost as if he’s playing a ga that only he knows the rules to... He thinks nobody sees through him, but I do. I see everything.
That night, he pretended to be asleep, but I knew better. He was wide awake, bullying
under the guise of slumber. And then, he had the audacity to call
Julie. Does he think I don’t notice? Does he think I don’t care?
But I do notice, and I do care. I see the way he smirks when he thinks no one is looking. I see the way he tries to play us all against each other. And I see the way he enjoys every minute of it.
He’s clever, I’ll give him that. But he’s not as clever as he thinks. I know his ga, and I know how to play it. I just need to bide my ti, wait for the perfect mont to strike back. And when that mont cos, he’ll see that I’m not just so pawn in his little ga. I’m a player, too. And I play to win.]
The way her thoughts spiraled, the way her eyes flicked between us with growing suspicion - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut like a living thing. I could feel her curiosity, her suspicion, her reluctant fascination - and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
Julie’s eyes were still flashing with irritation, her thoughts a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusent: [He’s such a brat... Calling
his elder like that... But I can’t even be properly mad at him...] Her ntal voice carried a note of fond exasperation.
[He’s just... He’s just Jack...]The way her eyes softened slightly as she looked at , the way her lips curled into a small, reluctant smile - it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in my gut.
As we continued our journey, the atmosphere in the car grew heavier, and each of us was lost in our own thoughts. Hannah’s gaze was fixed on the passing scenery, but her mind was elsewhere, churning with a mix of concern, curiosity, and sothing darker, sothing more primal.
[But there’s sothing else going on here... Sothing with Haruna...] Her eyes flicked to Haruna, who was sitting quietly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Hannah’s expression grew more concerned, more perplexed. [She’s acting so strangely... And Jack... He’s acting strangely too...]
There was a tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that seed to wrap around us all like a shroud. The way Hannah’s gaze lingered on Haruna’s trembling fingers, the way her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at —it all fed the dark satisfaction coiling in her gut. There was a tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that seed to wrap around us all like a shroud.
Julie broke the silence, her voice gentle but firm. "Haruna, do you want to go to Japan?"
Haruna’s response was quiet, almost hesitant. "Thank you, Aunt Julie... I need to talk to my sister about it."
Julie nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. "It’s okay, Haruna... Don’t treat your Aunt Julie as an outsider... If you need anything, ask your Aunt, okay?"
Haruna nodded quietly, her fingers still trembling slightly as she clasped her hands together. There was a vulnerability in her posture, a fragility that seed to beg for protection.
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