Her flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, and slurred voice—unintentional as it was—radiated a peculiar charm. She was stunning, even in her drunken state.
'When did I stop thinking of her as my stepmother?' he mused
Once, he'd called her "mother" with the respect and distance that role demanded.
Now, those barriers had dissolved, leaving them both on precarious ground. A wry smile tugged at his lips as he realized it.
"Fine," he said, his tone dipping into something playful yet resolute. "I'll take responsibility. But don't blame me for what happens next."
With that, he gently pushed her down onto the bed and hovered over her, the weight of his presence filling the space between them.
"Haruto..." she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Kiss me."
He didn't hesitate. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a tender kiss, but Chiyo quickly turned it into something fiercer.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her tongue brushed insistently against his lips.
Startled but not retreating, Haruto opened his mouth, meeting her fervor with his own.
Their tongues intertwined in a heated dance, their breaths mingling as the kiss deepened.
Chiyo's hands roamed, clutching at his back, her desperation apparent in the way she pressed against him. Haruto couldn't help but chuckle internally.
'They say people become uninhibited when they're drunk,'
he thought as they finally broke apart, both of them gasping for air.
"Haruto..." she whimpered, her voice tinged with urgency and embarrassment.
"My pussy is itching... Please, do something. Can you eat it up?"
Her blunt request startled him, though he managed to stifle his laughter, replacing it with a crooked smirk.
"You really have no shame, do you?" he teased, his voice low as he ran a finger gently down her cheek.
"But fine. I'll do what you want... consider it my apology."
Haruto removed his black robe, leaving himself completely bare under the dim lighting of the hotel room.
His gaze lingered on Chiyo as he gently helped her out of her dress, slipping off her bra and panties with careful hands.
The only thing he left untouched was the blue diamond necklace he'd given her. The gem glinted against her bare skin, drawing his attention.
"That necklace really suits you," he remarked, as his eyes traced her form. "Especially when you're naked."
Chiyo, her mind clouded with intoxication, merely tilted her head in response, her expression dazed and uncomprehending.
While Chiyo's movements became more frantic, her hands gripping his thighs as she tried to focus on him while her body melted into the bed.
Her mouth faltered slightly as a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit her, her moan escaping around him in a muffled, needy sound.
Her body trembled beneath him, her legs instinctively trying to close around his head but stopped by his firm grip.
"Ah, Haruto!" she gasped, pulling away from his cock momentarily to cry out his name.
"Don't stop now," he chided, glancing over his shoulder to meet her flushed face. "I thought you wanted me to take responsibility, right?"
Chiyo whimpered, her hands trembling as she steadied herself and returned her focus to him.
Her lips wrapped around his penis, her movements growing more determined as her arousal mounted.
Haruto's grip on her thighs tightened as he felt her body begin to tense, her breath hitching as she neared her climax.
He finally found her G-spot, her body more sensitive when she was drunk as he dug deeper into her cunt, while his finger pressed on her clit.
'Damn, her pussy was really wet,'
he thought as he tasted her liquid.
Her body arched off the bed as the sensations overwhelmed her, her cries muffled as her mouth stayed on him.
She trembled violently, a wave of heat crashing through her as she came undone.
Haruto didn't stop, his tongue continuing to work her through her climax until her body finally sagged against the sheets, spent and trembling.
He shifted slightly, withdrawing his cock from her lips and leaning over her flushed, panting form.
"Now, why don't we continue with the next part?" Haruto smirked, his cock still throbbing with arousal.
However, as he shifted closer to Chiyo, her body went limp. She had passed out completely, her head lolling to the side and her breathing steady but deep.
"Huh? What the hell?" he muttered in disbelief.
He leaned down, tapping her cheek lightly. "Chiyo? Wake up."
When she didn't stir, he tried shaking her shoulder gently. "Chiyo, you can't just pass out on me like this," he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.
But her only response was a soft, incoherent mumble as she sank further into the bed, completely unresponsive.
Haruto sat back with a groan, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His arousal remained, a painful reminder of how unfinished things were.
"You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered, staring at her sleeping form.
He sighed deeply, the realization dawning on him that there was no way to wake her up. "This... Must be another karma," he said with a bitter chuckle, shaking his head.