Back in his room, Seiji dressed quickly and sat on the bed. There was too much to process.
What had just happened with Haruko. What had happened with Yumi last night…
Seiji touched the amulet around his neck. Thanks to it, he now commanded the attention of two women. They hadn't simply submitted—they participated. No, they initiated. They wanted to be with him. They wanted to please him.
Both of them! That's too much!
He paused.
Oh right, and both of them are now downstairs.
He hadn't thought about that complication.
How are they going to react? And how should I respond?
He glanced at the clock.
Too bad there is no time to think about it.
As soon as Seiji walked into the kitchen, he could feel things were off.
He didn't even need to look around. He could feel it in his gut.
He sat at the table, chopsticks moving almost automatically. He could feel the two pairs of eyes on him—Yumi's warm, admiring gaze, and Haruko's cold, concerned look.
Both were watching. Both were waiting.
Wow, I'm such a center of attention all of a sudden.
His father was out there, in another world, at the end of the table. His eyes were glued to his phone, as always, his mouth moving in spasms as he tried to chew and type at the same time.
I wish he'd look up at least once. Oh well.
Haruko, on the other hand, was sitting closer, her movements precise and controlled. But Seiji could feel her nervous energy. Clearly, the handjob was still fresh in her mind, just like it was in his.
It's hard to play the perfect wife after giving someone else a handjob, I guess.
Well, no one else seems to care, so… no harm, no foul. Just chill, stepmom.
And then there was Yumi.
She was... She was simply radiant.
Her every movement was light, happy. Her smile? Wide and real. And it was for him.
Such a happy woman. My Yumi.
Yumi poured his tea first, her fingers lingering on the handle right in front of him. The same fingers that rubbed his cum into her breasts last night.
"More tea, Seiji?" Her voice was like soft, holiday music.
Seiji met her eyes, and everything slowed down. There it was—"Yes, I'm yours" in her eyes.
No need to say more. They both knew.
"Thanks," Seiji replied aloud.
Yumi showed him she was his. And, damn, it felt good.
Haruko, though, noticed.
Of course, she noticed. She couldn't miss it.
Her eyes flicked between Seiji and Yumi, the trace of jealousy in her gaze.
Jealousy? Or worse?
Haruko looked like she didn't know what to do with it.
Seiji decided not to avoid his stepmom's stare.
He held it.
I got it. You noticed how Yumi is looking at me, and you're jealous. But I'm not sorry. And you shouldn't be upset.
Haruko's face flushed, and she quickly looked down, trying to regain control. But the cracks in her façade were still there. And Seiji had just made them a little wider.
But I'll give you this—
"The salmon is very nice, Haruko," he said as calmly as he could.
Haruko's eyes shot back to Seiji. She swallowed hard and nodded slightly. He could see her shoulders relax. She understood him. She was still jealous, but she wasn't worried about him keeping their secret.
Yumi was still smiling, blissfully unaware of Haruko's tension. "Isn't it? Haruko's such a good cook."
Even Jun mumbled from the other side of the table. "Yeah. It's fine."
Seiji finished his food and got up.
"I'm heading out," he said to both Yumi and Haruko.
"Have a good day!" Yumi called out, her voice almost ringing.
Haruko only nodded, again. But this time less grudgingly. Seiji lingered on her face for a moment.
Should I do something for her? I might… It would be nice to get her to be as happy as Yumi.
He turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Let me think about it.
Two women. Two problems to solve.
The game had just begun.