«D-Deputy Director Kendrow, I don’t want to sound rude but... I think... I think you’re going a little overboard with the wine...» Hakuto mutters, his voice painfully embarrassed.
The private flight that was supposed to take them to Ashiya is scheduled to last thirteen hours.
But not even three hours after takeoff, Alexia Kendrow—the Deputy Director of HESPARC U.S.—is already completely drunk.
She just finished her second bottle of wine.
As if that wasn’t enough, she even offered so to Hakuto—a minor.
That gesture left him utterly baffled, completely at odds with the stern, authoritarian image he had built of her over the past three months.
«Having to always act strict, serious, and unyielding is exhausting, you know? But I have no choice—it cos with the job. That’s why I want to enjoy these few hours of solitude and just let loose a little, unwind before the important eting with the Deputy Director of HESPARC Japan,» she explained right after Hakuto saw her pull out a bottle of red wine.
«You don’t need to explain yourself to , especially for sothing so normal. There’s nothing wrong with having a glass of wine to relax,» Hakuto replied.
But it didn’t take long for him to realize she ant one glass every five minutes.
«I-I told you... hic... I told you to call Alexia! And besides... I might not look like it, but I’m a really strong Monster Reaper, you know? hic... it takes way more than wine to knock out!» she snaps, her nose and cheeks flushed from the alcohol, hiccupping every few words.
She’s sprawled—no, completely slumped without a shred of grace—on a leather sofa in a small lounge aboard the private jet. Hakuto sits properly across from her, a glass table separating them, littered with bottles and glasses.
Even Hakuto isn’t entirely sober.
Partly not to leave her drinking alone, and partly out of curiosity, he also had a couple of glasses.
But he’s learning the hard way that alcohol tolerance is not one of his strong suits.
«Hakuto... turn on the cool air, please... hic... it’s boiling in here...» Alexia mutters, slurring her words so badly that Hakuto has to concentrate just to understand her.
«B-But, Alexia... you’ve already had lower the temperature three tis. We’re down to fifteen degrees Celsius... if I lower it again, you’ll be eating the wine like a popsicle instead of drinking it...»
«Ah, is it that cold...? hic... And yet, I’m still burning up...»
«Hakuto... hic... you don’t mind if I take off a few things, right...? I’m... I’m seriously lting in here, I’m soaking through my clothes...» Alexia grumbles, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Hakuto jolts at her words. He thinks he must have misheard her—maybe the slurring confused him—but no, he understood perfectly.
«N-No, it’s fine, Alexia. Go ahead...» he mutters, embarrassed.
Then he gets up from the couch.
He staggers for a mont—the effects of the wine hitting him all at once.
«Then... I’m going to my room, Alexia. Let know when it’s dinner ti. Or better yet, if you’re still feeling that heatwave, I can have one of the crew bring my al to my room. It’s no trouble...» he mutters, his face getting redder—not from the wine.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to admire Alexia’s curvy, statuesque body, which he’s only ever imagined beneath that elegant suit.
But during those three months at the training camp, he didn’t just learn how to harness his powers—he also picked up a bit of military discipline.
And if there’s one thing he learned above all else, it’s respect for authority.
«H-Hey... hic... why are you leaving alone? Am I that bad of a company...? G-Get back here, Hakuto... that’s an order!» she snaps, her eyes glassy from the alcohol.
Hakuto flinches again.
«A-Are you sure...?»
«Of course! I chose to travel with you because thirteen hours alone on a plane is just unbearable... hic... what’s the point if you lock yourself away and leave here all alone?»
So Hakuto sits back down. On the outside, he looks calm.
But inside, he’s a storm of nerves.
And that unease becos impossible to hide when Alexia starts undressing.
First, she slips off her black heels.
Then cos the suit jacket, which slides off her shoulders and drops to the floor.
Hakuto swallows hard and quickly averts his eyes as soon as she’s left wearing only a delicate black lace bra that barely hides her large, firm breasts.
It’s a gesture of respect—for her rank.
But from ti to ti, he steals a glance from the corner of his eye.
Then, she pulls off her tailored pants, revealing a flat, toned stomach, along with thighs and glutes clearly sculpted by intense training.
Everything barely covered by a thin black lace thong.
Finally, Alexia flops backward again, collapsing onto the sofa with even less grace than before.
«Aaaaaah... now this is much better...» she moans, satisfied.
«A-Are you... are you sure I should stay here too...? I an, you’re in your underwear...» Hakuto mutters, completely overtaken by embarrassnt.
But the sight of her perfect body is awakening other feelings in him.
At that point, Alexia gives him a decidedly mischievous smile.
«I wasn’t wrong earlier... hic... You and your father may look alike, but inside... you’re totally different. You asked to tell you stories about him from back in the day, and this... hic... reminded of another one...»
Alexia brings her hands to her chest—grabbing her own boobs between her fingers.
«...the first ti your father and I t, I was dressed exactly like this... hic... what a coincidence, huh? I locked myself in his office and waited for him wearing a black lace lingerie set just like this one... hic... but he didn’t leave it on for long...»
«W-When I asked for stories about him, I didn’t an those kinds of stories...» Hakuto mutters.
But she doesn’t listen to him at all.
«He ripped it off in an instant... hic... and then... it’s been almost twenty years, but I’ll never forget how he fucked that first ti... and the next... and the one after that... Even though other students walked into his office every day, he only had eyes for . You know why...?»
Hakuto shakes his head—those stories about his father are making him deeply uncomfortable.
«...because I was a filthy little slut... he was crazy about —for the things he could only do with ... hic... He could’ve had any woman he wanted, but in the end, he always ca back to . I beca his erotic obsession just as much as he was mine...But ti passes, people grow up, beco adults, responsible, they have kids...»
Then Alexia makes a superhuman effort to stand upright and stay balanced.
«Yeah, you have kids... and you, Hakuto, you really look a lot like your father, you know...? Maybe too much... so much that...»
Despite her effort to stay upright, Alexia’s legs give out.
She collapses forward, landing right on top of Hakuto, her body sprawled across his.
«...you look so much like him that, even though my mind knows you’re soone else, my body reacts like I’ve got a young Shin Tendo right in front of ... hic... maybe this burning heat inside is that sa desire... the urge to relive all those monts... to feel that man who could make wet just by looking at ... and now you’re doing the sa to , you know?»
Hakuto’s brain shuts down.
His body trembles—his hands, acting on their own, want to move across her skin, held back only by the last shred of self-control still clinging to him, weakened by the feel of her half-naked body pressing against his.
«...earlier, you asked if I was your mother...»
Even with her slurring, Alexia’s voice is sweet and irresistible.
She presses herself closer to Hakuto, her boobs burying his face, her wet pussy grinding against his now uncontrollable erection.
«...if I were your mother, I couldn’t do this...»
Then, Alexia’s tongue slips into his mouth—their lips pressed tight together.
And with that, the last remnants of Hakuto’s self-control shatter.
Hakuto’s hands imdiately grab her large breasts, squeezing them with desire and passion.
Her hands slide to the waistband of his pants, tugging them down impatiently.
His massive erection springs free, greeted by Alexia’s ecstatic gaze.
«It’s so... so big... yeah, you really are his son...»
Without wasting a second, she slips her lace thong down her thighs and tosses it aside. Then...
A loud moan of pleasure escapes her lips as Hakuto’s hard cock pushes deep inside her.
Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, her breasts pressing against his face as she begins to move her hips—faster, wilder, more desperate.
«It’s been... almost twenty years since I felt this good... I missed you, Shin, I missed you so much... I’m your slut, your favorite little whore... You can fuck all the won you want in this world, but none of them can satisfy you like I do...» she moans, her face twisted in overwhelming pleasure.
But those words snap Hakuto back to reality—for a mont.
~She called ... Shin? I think the alcohol’s completely scrambled her brain...~
«A-Alexia... you and Chris, I an... you’re siblings, but I know there’s more to it... I don’t think this is right... not for his sake...» Hakuto whispers, his voice trembling with pleasure.
«C-Chris... my little brother... hic... he’s the man I love most in this world... but my heart is too big for just one man...»
~That’s a pretty elegant way of saying she just loves fucking lots of n...~
Her movents grow wilder, her hips slamming down harder, her moans louder and more intense—until...
~Wait, what...?~
Hakuto is licking her breasts with enthusiasm when Alexia suddenly collapses on top of him, limp.
~Did she... fall asleep? Seriously...?~
Hakuto sighs.
There’s a strange frustration in him as he realizes Alexia passed out from too much wine—right in the middle of the mont.
All he can do now is lift her into his arms and carry her to her room.
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