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At night, Fujiwara Takuya arranged for Mouri Ran to be placed in a luxurious private room in the hospital, complete with a special nurse waiting outside.
As he sat beside Ran, he couldn't help but think about the stark contrasts of the American society they found themselves in - a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.
But for now, those concerns seemed trivial. Everything had been arranged for Mouri Ran, and she was receiving the best care possible. She lay sleeping, her high fever gradually subsiding thanks to the IV drip and medication.
Fujiwara Takuya and Kisaki Eri sat together, watching over Ran with concern.
Eri was particularly worried, and it was impossible for her to leave Ran´s side.
Takuya, too, felt a sense of responsibility, not just as a guardian but also as a future mate. He had grown close to Ran, and the thought of anything happening to her was unbearable.
As they sat together, Takuya couldn't help but think about Kudo Yukiko, who he had made love earlier that day.
He had been looking forward to spending time with her, but now it seemed impossible.
Yukiko was likely still recovering at home, surrounded by her family, and Takuya didn't want to intrude or put her in an awkward position.
Kisaki Eri, sensing Takuya's distraction, reached out and gently touched his arm. "Takuya, I've been thinking about you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Have you been thinking about me too?"
Takuya felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he had been preoccupied with his own thoughts.
He looked at Eri, seeing the longing in her eyes, and felt a sense of responsibility towards her. She was carrying his child, after all, and he couldn't just abandon her.
"Eri, I know you miss me, and I miss you too," Takuya said gently. "But we have to be careful. Ran is right next to us, and I don't want her to find out about us."
Eri smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "She's asleep, Takuya. And I really need you right now."
Takuya hesitated, torn between his desire for Eri and his sense of responsibility towards Ran. But Eri's words struck a chord, and he felt himself being pulled towards her.
As they sat together, the tension between them grew. Takuya knew that he had to be careful, not just for Ran's sake but also for Eri's. She was pregnant, and he didn't want to put her or the baby in harm's way.
But Eri was insistent, her touch sending shivers down Takuya's spine. She leaned in, her breath hot against his face, and whispered, "You should have eaten pussy, right?"
Kisaki Eri had been in love with Fujiwara Takuya for several months, and she knew him well enough to be aware of his fondness for certain artistic tricks.
She realized that if she didn't agree to his request, he wouldn't fulfill her own desires. With a sense of reluctance, she decided to give in to his demands.
As they spoke, Kisaki Eri glanced around the luxurious private room, taking in the curtains and the lockable door. It was the perfect setting for a secret Takuyadezvous.
However, she was aware that Ran was lying on the bed, fast asleep, and she couldn't just ignore her.
Fortunately, the bed was large enough to accommodate several people, and Fujiwara Takuya suggested that they simply stay beside Ran.
Kisaki Eri felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect, despite the risk of being discovered.
"You're so bad," she whispered, playfully tapping Fujiwara Takuya's shoulder.
As they prepared for their midnight snack, Kisaki Eri couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness.
She knew that if Mouri Ran were to wake up and discover them, there would be consequences. But for now, she was willing to take that risk.
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The luxury hospital bedroom was steeped in quiet, the low hum of the air system blending with the faint beeping of medical monitors from the hall.
The wide bed, dressed in immaculate white sheets, seemed almost too pristine for the heat that filled the space as soon as Takuya closed the door behind him.
Ran was sleeping on one side deeply.
Eri sat at the edge of the mattress, her posture elegant yet tense, her lawyer's composure fraying under the weight of his gaze.
Her jacket had been carelessly draped over the chair earlier, and now her pants were slipping down her thighs under the slow, deliberate tug of his hands.
When the fabric pooled at her ankles, she was left only in her tailored top and the pink lace panties that hugged her curves, her smooth stomach and delicate navel bare beneath the soft glow of the lamplight.
💖Takuya leaned in, capturing her lips before she could speak. The kiss was fierce—hungry kisses that silenced her protests before they could form, his lips dominating hers until she yielded with a faint whimper.
His tongue invaded her mouth, forcing it open, twining against hers with a wet, insistent rhythm.
💖Every press of his mouth felt like a claim, every heated breath between kisses leaving her dizzy.
Eri's fingers clutched at the sheets, but her body betrayed her, leaning into him as his hands roamed.
💖He massaged her breasts through the thin fabric of her top, kneading them with practiced firmness, his thumbs grazing over the peaks until she gasped against his mouth.
The sound only spurred him to kiss harder, biting down on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, tugging until her throat let out an unguarded moan.
Breaking from her lips, he trailed kisses down the curve of her jaw, his mouth hot and relentless.
💖His teeth grazed the sensitive skin at her neck before he sucked at the hollow just below her ear.
Her breath hitched sharply as he marked her, throat sucking until a faint bruise bloomed against her pale skin.
"Takuya—" she tried to speak, her voice hushed, strained between gasps.
💖But he cut her off with another kiss, forcing her lips apart again, tongue deepening the exchange until words dissolved into muffled whimpers.
His hand slipped lower, cupping and squeezing her ass through the lace panties.
His palm molded to her curve, fingers kneading possessively while his thumb hooked under the edge of the waistband, teasing but never quite sliding further.
The mix of domination and restraint left her trembling, every nerve lit. When he finally drew back, his breath was ragged, warm against her cheek.
He lingered there, lips brushing her skin in slow, heated breaths, before pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
💖Takuya bit gently at her collarbone, then sucked harder, leaving another flush of red against her fair skin.
Her body shivered when his mouth dipped lower, scattering wet kisses across the exposed plane of her stomach.
💖His lips lingered around her navel, tongue swirling lazily before he kissed it, then bit gently at the soft skin around it.
Eri's hand twitched, halfway to pushing him back, but instead tangled weakly in his hair as he worshiped the line of her abdomen with hot, lingering kisses.
When he returned to her lips, it was with Takuyaewed ferocity. His tongue forced its way back in, every kiss wetter, heavier, more consuming than the last.
💖One hand squeezed her breast through the fabric, thumb rolling firmly, while the other gripped her ass with unyielding pressure.
The lace beneath his fingers was already damp with heat, though he seemed content to tease—never going beyond groping, never giving her release, only stoking the fire higher.
💖Every kiss felt endless—hungry, tongue-heavy, punctuated with bites and broken by heated gasps.
Eri's once-sharp composure was shattered, reduced to muffled moans and the arch of her body against his touch.
💖By the time Takuya pulled back, their lips were swollen, her top wrinkled under his groping hands, and the lace of her panties strained against his insistent grip.
He brushed one last kiss to her collarbone, then her lips again—softer this time, though still thick with dominance—before whispering against her mouth, breathless and low,
"You taste like you were made for this."
Eri lay back against the pillows, her breath already uneven, lips swollen from the endless kisses Takuya had stolen from her.
The luxury hospital bedroom was quiet save for their breathing, the sheets twisted beneath her as his hands slid down, bold and unhurried.
Takuya's eyes glittered as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties, tugging them down inch by inch.
💖The soft pink fabric clung stubbornly to her hips before Takuya pulled it, sliding over her thighs and down to the floor. The sight of her bare pussy to him made his lips curve into a wicked smile.
"You're trembling already," he teased, voice low, his breath brushing over her sensitive skin. "Do you want me this badly, Eri?"
Her cheeks flushed, but she bit her lip, refusing to answer. That only made him laugh softly.
💖He spread her thighs, kissing the smooth skin along the inside, closer and closer until she shivered. His lips grazed her pussy, and she let out a small, muffled "Mmmnh—" that she immediately tried to swallow.
"Oh, don't hide it," Takuya murmured before letting his tongue trace a slow line across her folds. The sudden wet heat made her arch against the bed, a broken gasp escaping her throat.
"Ahh—! T-Takuya… mmhh—"
He chuckled against her, tongue pressing deeper, lapping slowly as though savoring every taste.
💖His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her open as his mouth worshiped her.
He flicked his tongue against her most sensitive spot, then sucked gently, drawing a cry from her lips.
"Ahhnn… nghhh—so bold…!" she moaned, trying to twist her head into the pillow to stifle the sound.
"Let me hear you," he said against her, his voice muffled but teasing.
💖Then he dragged his tongue in long, deliberate strokes, followed by quick, flickering licks on her pussy that made her hips buck.
Her fingers clutched at the sheets, nails digging in as moans slipped past her lips despite her effort. "Mmmhh… ahhh—Takuya… you're—ahhnn—"
💖He smirked and sucked harder, his mouth sealing over her, tongue circling and pressing until her thighs trembled.
His hands squeezed them tighter whenever she tried to close them, keeping her exposed to his relentless pace.
"You taste so damn sweet," he groaned between licks. "You're dripping for me, Eri… and you're not even trying to hide it."
"D-don't say that… ahhhhnnn—!" Her protest dissolved into a moan as he flattened his tongue against her, licking her in broad strokes before teasing circles again.
Her body writhed, her back arching off the sheets as the pressure built. Her voice broke into desperate, high-pitched cries—"Ahhh! Nnghhh… Takuya, I—I can't—!"—before her climax crashed over her.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
She muffled her moan against the back of her hand, but it did little to hide the raw, trembling sound as her body shook, thighs clamping weakly around his head.
Takuya only licked her pussy harder, drinking in every drop of her release, until she collapsed back into the bed with a shudder.
💖When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his eyes burning with triumph. He pressed a teasing kiss to her inner thigh before crawling up over her body, his mouth brushing hers in a taunting whisper.
"You came so beautifully for me… I think I need to make you scream even louder next time."
Takuya leaned back against the bed, his posture commanding, his shirt loosened and his eyes dark with hunger. With a slow curl of his finger, he gestured for Eri to come closer.
Her cheeks were flushed, lips still swollen from his kisses, but she obeyed, moving to her knees on the mattress.
💖Her position left her between his spread legs, the sight of him straining against his undone pants stealing her breath. She glanced up at him, catching the smirk curving across his mouth.
"Go on, Eri," he said, his voice low, rough. "Show me how badly you want to taste me."
Her fingers hesitated only a moment before sliding his pants lower, freeing him.
His cock stood hard and heavy in her hand, the sheer size of it making her swallow nervously.
💖Yet her lips curved into a faint smile, playful even in her blush. "So big… you really expect me to handle all of this?"
Takuya chuckled, his hand brushing through her hair as he tipped his head back against the pillows. "I expect you to try."
Eri leaned down, her breath feathering over him before she pressed a slow, teasing lick along his length from base to tip.
"Haah…"
The deep, guttural sound he made in response thrilled her.
💖She circled her tongue over the sensitive cock head, leaving it glistening, then kissed it softly as though testing his control.
"Mmmnhh…" Takuya's moan rumbled low as his hand slid from her hair to cup her breast through her top, squeezing firmly. "Just like that. Don't stop teasing me."
She gave him a sultry look before wrapping her lips around the tip, sucking lightly while her tongue flicked against him.
💕 SLURP! SLURP! 💕
A wet slurp filled the room, joined by his sharp intake of breath. She kissed along the length of his shaft, laying open-mouthed kisses down his cock before nibbling gently along the side, making him twitch in her hand.
Eri's other hand slipped lower, cupping his balls, stroking them with deliberate care as she took him deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck..."
His moan grew rougher, muffled as he bit his lip, his chest rising and falling with heavier breaths.
"Ahhh, Eri…" His voice cracked with a groan, one hand threading into her hair, the other still kneading her breast. He guided her pace, pulling her down just a little further.
She obeyed, sinking deeper, her throat tightening around him as he pushed past her gag reflex.
A wet gag escaped her, followed by a choked whimper, her eyes watering as her throat bulged around him.
💖Drool dripped freely from her lips, trailing down her chin and onto his shaft, making the motion even wetter.
"Mmmhh… nghhhh—" her muffled sounds vibrated against him, sending shivers up his spine. He groaned aloud, thrusting his cock shallowly into her mouth, fucking it in a slow, controlled rhythm.
The bed creaked faintly under their movements, the room filled with obscene wet slurping and his ragged moans.
💖Eri's tongue swirled, her lips sealing tighter, the rhythm growing more intense. His hips jerked, losing their measured pace as he pressed her deeper, tears streaking her flushed cheeks.
"Just a little more—ahhh, damn…!" His grip tightened on her head as the pressure inside him snapped.
With a guttural groan, he came hard, thick heat flooding into her mouth.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Eri gagged softly but swallowed deeply, gulping around him as his release filled her throat.
She pulled back with a wet gasp, lips shiny, a string of cum dripping down her chin.
Before she could wipe it away, he stroked her cheek, smearing some across her skin.
💖His cum streaked her face and lips in messy lines, and she looked up at him with teary eyes, her expression flushed and devastatingly erotic.
Takuya smirked through heavy breaths. "You look perfect like that… messy and mine."
Eri licked her lips slowly, deliberately, then leaned down again to trail her tongue along his shaft, cleaning the mess with lingering kisses.
💖Drool and seed glistened on her mouth as she smiled faintly, voice husky.
"Mmhh… I think I could get used to this taste."
Takuya groaned at the sight, his hand sliding once more into her hair, already hungry for another round.
💖Takuya gritted his teeth, started stroking himself hard and fast over her face. "Open that pretty mouth, Eri… stick your tongue out. I want to see it."
She obeyed, mouth open, tongue out, eyes locked on his.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
With a guttural groan, he came hard—thick, hot spurts of cum painting across her cheek, her lips, her tongue.
The first shot hit her tongue directly, the next streaked across her face, dripping down her flushed skin.
"Ahh~!"
She moaned at the warmth, eyes fluttering as he covered her with his hot cum.
"Ahhh—Eri—fuck…" Takuya's voice broke as he stroked out the last spurts, milking every drop onto her cheeks and chin.
💖She swallowed what landed on her tongue, licking it slowly, deliberately, while the rest dripped down her face in messy trails.
A string slid from the corner of her mouth, glistening down her neck.
When he finally stilled, chest heaving, she giggled softly, licking her lips with a playful smirk. "Mmmhh, Takuya… you taste so good when you lose control like that."
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Just then, Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Shinichi returned home, where Kudo Yusaku was waiting with a newspaper in hand. "Welcome back, sorry to have kept you waiting," Yukiko said, feeling a pang of guilt.
Yusaku noticed the guilt in her eyes but attributed it to her being tired. "What's wrong, Yukiko?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
But he didn't think too much about it and just thought that Kudo Yukiko was in a bad mood.
He had no idea that Kudo Yukiko was struggling with guilt over her betrayal.
Yukiko quickly changed the subject, not wanting to arouse his suspicions. "Nothing, I'm just tired today. By the way, Ran-kun is here admitted to the hospital, and Eri is preparing to study abroad for her Career."
She thought that everything she did was to keep Kudo Shinichi safe, and she really was a good person.
" Really ? I remember you two were good friends back then, but unfortunately parted ways later due to career. Now that she is here for her studies, you can get to know each other better in the future. "
Kudo Yusaku was successfully diverted by Kudo Yukiko.
Yusakue was worried about Kudo Yukiko, since Yukiko didn't say anything about feeling guilty in her expression, he chose to believe Yukiko.
Anyway, no matter what , Yukiko will definitely not betray him, at most she will just encounter some minor troubles.
Kudo Yusaku, with his connections to the FBI and his social standing, felt it was only proper to host a dinner for his guests. "Okay, by the way, Ran will be here tomorrow, bring Eri over then, and we'll have dinner together," he said to Yukiko.
Yukiko, still feeling the effects of her encounter with Fujiwara Takuya, agreed to make the arrangements for the next day. "No problem, I'll call them tomorrow. It's late tonight, so don't disturb them."
With that, Yukiko retired to her room, exhausted but also strangely fulfilled. The encounter with Fujiwara Takuya had left her with a sense of emptiness that had been filled, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her.
Meanwhile, Kudo Yusaku noticed that Yukiko seemed unhappy and asked Shinichi if he knew what was wrong with his mother.
Shinichi thought for a moment before responding, "Dad, I'm not sure either. Mom was out for an hour while we were watching the show.
She must have been dealing with something. When she came back, she was fine. There was nothing unusual."
Shinichi's words put Yusaku's mind at ease, and he attributed Yukiko's tiredness to her long day of driving and taking care of the childTakuya, Shinichi and Ran.
As a good husband, he decided to take care of Yukiko that night, thinking that it had been a while since they last spent time together.
Yukiko Kudo stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her reflection, and silently cursed.
"Fujiwara Takuya, thisidiot, must have never had enough strawberries in his life," she thought, seeing the multitude of small, red marks on her skin.
"Isn't he afraid of having too many?"
In addition to the strawberry marks, there were also several faint, red imprints of a hand on her ass.
She shook her head, wondering, "Why did he feel the need to mimic Buddha Tathagata and apply the Five Finger Mountain punishment on me, God?"
If Kudo Yusaku saw her like this, he would surely misunderstand. She resolved to be more careful in the coming days, ensuring that Yusaku would not discover her secret.
"Honey, I'm coming in," Kudo Yusaku announced.
"Wait, I'll be right out," Yukiko replied, hurriedly putting on her clothes and leaving the bathroom.
"Dear, we haven't been together in a while. You must miss me. I'll keep you company tonight," Yusaku said, still thinking about taking good care of Yukiko.
"No need. I'm very tired today. I was helping a friend and have been running around all day. I just want to rest," Yukiko politely declined.
If it had been a few days ago, she would have agreed to spend time with him. But now, she couldn't risk Yusaku finding out her secret.
"Alright, then you should go to bed early," Yusaku said, not wanting to force the issue. He assumed Yukiko was genuinely tired and he was overthinking things.
Poor Yusaku didn't know that Yukiko's tiredness was due to her affair with someone else.
Today, a seed had been planted, and from then on, a fruit would grow. This was the true reality of Yukiko Kudo.
At the hospital, Mouri Ran was sleeping soundly.
She heard a noise beside her and struggled to open her eyes. She saw Kisaki Eri next to her, seemingly eating something very intently.
Ran, feeling dizzy from her cold, couldn't quite process what was happening. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she could barely see in the dim moonlight.
Ran didn't know what Eri was eating, but it made her feel hungry. Eri, noticing that Ran was awake, was startled and accidentally spilled her milk tea onto Ran's face.
"Mom," Ran murmured, before falling back asleep. She didn't think much of it, assuming that Eri was simply having a midnight snack.
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