The seductive and elegant housewife leaned into Alex's embrace. The boy's hand slid shamelessly across her waist, caressing her; the tight, springy texture of her flesh made it impossible for him to let go. Yet, despite such bold and reckless behavior, Madam Tsubaki Miyajima didn't seem to mind at all.
Not only was she not angry or rejecting him, but she gazed at the boy beside her with eyes full of concern. It was clear these two didn't know each other—a chance encounter on a train—yet here she was, exhibiting a blatant double standard.
The scene stimulated the lecherous middle-aged man so much his eyes turned red. Seeing Alex cast contemptuous, mocking glances his way, coupled with the gorgeous woman's undisguised expression of disgust toward him, made his blood pressure skyrocket.
"You brat—!"
"What are you doing?!" Seeing the hot-headed middle-aged man about to pounce, the housewife cried out in horror. She couldn't believe this pervert dared to continue. Alex took the opportunity to pull Madam Miyajima closer, giving her butt another firm squeeze in the process.
At the same time, he lashed out with a heavy kick, landing a brutal blow directly to the man's crotch. The sleazy hobo collapsed, clutching himself and groaning in agony. The shrill cries drew the attention of everyone on the train, but the passengers quickly backed away, clearly wanting no part of this trouble.
Typical Japanese bystander mentality.
"Are you okay?" Tsubaki Miyajima anxiously supported Alex by the shoulder, checking him over with worry before glaring fiercely at the man on the floor. "Get out! If you dare touch him again, I'm calling the police!!"
"???"
"I'm fine, Madam. A little injury is nothing," Alex said.
"The way you look in pain, it doesn't seem like a small injury! No, I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Really, there's no need..."
"Then come to my house. I'll apply some medicine for you."
What are you two talking about?!
I'm the one who got hit! I'm the one who was beaten! What is wrong with this woman? Is she blind? The hobo on the floor nearly coughed up blood from pure rage. Alex held back a laugh, not even bothering to hide his smirk.
After all, the scene playing out in Madam Miyajima's eyes was quite different from the reality the others saw. In her mind, this boy had stood in front of her to protect her and had gotten into a brutal fight with that man.
Seeing the "wounds" all over him made the housewife's heart ache with pity...
Alex, the shameless bastard, didn't even bother acting. He used [Hypnosis] to manufacture this imagery in her mind, causing Madam Miyajima to pull him into her arms without hesitation, letting him lean against her body.
Their bodies were in intimate contact. She didn't even care that the flesh of her breasts was being pressed and deformed against his arm. Her unique fragrance continuously filled Alex's nostrils, wrapping around him and making every man nearby burn with envy.
However, after seeing what had just happened, no one dared to step up and harass her anymore.
When the train reached the station, Tsubaki led Alex off. She checked his body with concern while speaking gently, "Alex, you were too impulsive just now. It's too dangerous to fight someone like that. You should have just called the police; he wouldn't have dared do anything."
Having learned Alex's name, Madam Miyajima's tone was full of worry.
"Not necessarily, Madam. The police can't always stop perverts like that," Alex blinked, putting on a pure, innocent act. "A woman as beautiful as you is in danger around those creeps. I didn't want him to defile you, so I..."
"Alex..." Madam Miyajima giggled and pinched his cheek. "Calling me 'Madam' is so formal. You're about the same age as my daughter; you should call me Auntie."
"Eh? Is that so?" Alex acted shocked. "You don't look like an auntie at all. You're so young and beautiful; I should be calling you 'Big Sister' instead."
"What a sweet talker. I'd be too embarrassed to be called 'Sister,'" Tsubaki covered her face, unable to stop smiling. "Auntie is very happy you care so much. But Auntie isn't a little girl anymore; I wouldn't let a pervert like that have his way."
As she spoke, Tsubaki carried a strong, dignified aura. Compared to Aunt Natsumi, Madam Miyajima came from a wealthier background and was more assertive... though certainly not as dominant as Mila.
Alex appreciated such powerful, noble ladies.
So, he continued to play the role of a "vulnerable youth." Of course, being vulnerable didn't mean being cowardly. Striking out when necessary—even if it resulted in "injuries"—was the perfect way to pierce the heart of a dominant woman like Madam Miyajima.
"Is it really okay to go to your house, Auntie Tsubaki? I don't want to be a bother. I feel a bit embarrassed..."
"It's no trouble at all. My house is quite large. Please, just come... besides," Tsubaki paused for a moment, "letting you leave with those injuries would make Auntie feel terrible."
Because of the encounter on the train, Alex and Madam Miyajima were progressing rapidly despite just meeting. Thinking about how Sakura was likely still at the Kendo Club at school, Alex laughed inwardly. Does this count as a back-door invasion?
Glancing at Madam Miyajima's bright, gorgeous face, he sighed in his heart. Senior, it's not that I'm being a bad guy, but your mom is just too captivating. I'm sure you'll understand.
Don't worry. Even if something happens between your mom and me, I definitely won't be your stepfather. We'll just keep our relationships separate.
With these chaotic thoughts, he followed the beautiful housewife into the Miyajima residence. This large Japanese-style courtyard was certainly not something an average family could afford.
"I'm home."
Following Madam Miyajima into the yard, Alex saw Sakura's father—a standard, stern-faced Japanese man. "Tsubaki, who is this?"
"This is Alex. Earlier on the train..."
Madam Miyajima introduced Alex and explained how they met. Alex looked up, his deep, dark eyes meeting the man's gaze as he activated [Hypnosis].
"I see. Thank you very much for helping my wife. Since he was injured because of you, Tsubaki, why don't you help him apply some medicine?"
Injured? He doesn't look weak at all, how could he—
"Thank you, Sir. Then I'll go with Auntie... to the room."
The man, who had practiced Kendo, felt something was off, but under the influence of hypnosis, those details were quickly ignored. He watched as his wife led the "shy, timid" boy into the bedroom.
If the Tsubakihara twins or Kaede saw Alex now—acting like a pure, innocent virgin—their eyes would probably pop out. This wicked guy actually had such a pure, bewildered expression?
It was like a ghost story.
He looked exactly like a "little puppy" kept by a wealthy socialite.
Entering the bedroom with Madam Miyajima, Alex glanced at the wedding photo by the bed, then at the soft, large bed itself. His gaze shifted to Auntie Tsubaki's butt. Because she was bending over, the incredible curves of her rear were highlighted. Alex's eyes flashed as he reached out and pressed his hand against her buttocks.
Auntie Tsubaki seemed to feel something and looked back, but she didn't seem to mind his action. She gave him a smile. "Alex, sit down for a moment. Auntie will get the first-aid kit and put some medicine on you."
"Okay."
Sitting on the floor, Alex watched as Madam Miyajima took out the kit and knelt before him. He shamelessly reached out and grabbed the two plump mounds on her chest. Seeing she didn't perceive anything abnormal, he went further, sliding his hand under her clothes.
He toyed with and fondled the smooth, soft flesh to his heart's content.
Madam Miyajima truly didn't "notice," but under this stimulation, her body was becoming increasingly sensitive...
A wet patch began to spread in her underwear. Just then, Alex suddenly pulled his hand back.