Purely in terms of facial beauty, Sakura wasn't much behind her mother. They were mother and daughter, after all; their genetics were top-tier. Sakura was in the prime of her youth, at her most beautiful age.
As for her mother... she was likely around forty.
However, she didn't look like a middle-aged woman at all. Her skin was supple and delicate—maybe due to makeup—but her hot, voluptuous figure and a certain mature aura made her stand out like a swan among ducks. Wrapped in a kimono, her seductive body radiated hormones, trapping the restless hearts of the men around her and stirring their sinful desires.
In Alex's eyes, this mother was much more attractive than Sakura. That unique housewife aura, combined with a blend of tradition and overt sexuality, made her a natural temptress.
Tsk tsk, Sakura, you can't compete. I'm much more interested in your mom.
The men around her were all "all talk and no action." The mature woman standing by the train door was radiating a seductive vibe, yet they were too intimidated by her aura to approach her, let alone play the part of a "train groper."
Alex was disappointed. What, no chance for a 'hero saves the beauty' moment? I wanted to reenact how I took Aunt Natsumi... Alex grumbled to himself. Seeing the men were still too cowardly to do anything but stare lecherously, he decided not to wait.
The young, seemingly innocent boy's face took on a strange, wicked look for a split second before returning to a mask of pure innocence. He slowly squeezed through the crowd toward the woman.
Tsubaki Miyajima (Sakura's mom) looked calmly at the "innocent" boy next to her. She was completely fooled by Alex's disguise. Not suspecting any ill intent, she gave him a small smile and a polite nod.
She was refined and distinguished.
Sigh, that makes me want to bully her even more...
Alex's lips curled slightly. He didn't use his [Absolute Control] or [Time] abilities. Instead, he used a long-neglected tool: [Hypnosis]. The suggestion was simple: the elegant woman would ignore any "abnormal" behavior from him.
Beyond that, everything else about her remained normal. Alex didn't deep-clean her brain; he kept it shallower than he had with Natsumi at first. Her thoughts and values were intact, but her perception of the boy next to her was compromised.
So... when Alex raised his hand and placed it on her tight, soft waist, Madam Miyajima shivered from the sensitivity but only glanced around briefly. She didn't realize the boy next to her was being lecherous. Or rather, in her eyes, the "cute" boy was standing there politely, without a single out-of-line movement.
Alex grinned. Her skin was so tender he didn't want to let go. Even through the fabric, the touch was heavenly. He slid his hand down toward her thigh.
The incredible elasticity of her thigh made Alex linger. Despite the fondling, Madam Miyajima only shivered. She felt strange—Why is my body acting so...—but since she saw nothing unusual around her, she dismissed it as a personal health issue.
The perverted men who had been watching the beautiful woman were stunned!
That brat! What is he doing?! Right there on the train, in public, he's groping her? No, that's not groping—that's straight-up assault!
They were green with envy. They can't be a couple; they were just standing apart like strangers. How... Their eyes burned with jealousy.
Alex knew they were watching. He moved closer to the increasingly flushed woman in the kimono. Under the jealous eyes of the onlookers, he pressed himself right against her.
Soft, voluptuous, and smelling of flowers—
Alex pressed his chest against her back. He could feel her incredible softness. Her scent enveloped him. Her plump ass was in direct contact with him. In the friction, Alex unhesitatingly thrust forward, wedging his hardness deep between Madam Miyajima's butt cheeks.
"Hiss—"
He also blocked the view of the lecherous onlookers. He even gave them a nasty, provocative smile. While pressing into her, he gripped her slender waist with both hands. One hand slid down to squeeze her butt, while the other moved up to her massive breasts.
His palm covered a breast that felt like it could drip with milk. He squeezed the flesh ruthlessly. The men watching felt like their teeth were going to shatter.
Alex's back blocked their view, but they knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn't just groping; he was practically mounting her! This is impossible! Why isn't she reacting? Why is she just standing there in silence?
Could it be... she likes this? Is she some kind of depraved, unfaithful housewife? Does she love being played with, so she's just pretending not to notice and enjoying it in silence?
At that thought, one of them couldn't take it anymore.
Alex narrowed his eyes. Although he was having fun, he was paying attention to his surroundings. Seeing the men getting restless, he pulled away from the woman. Her scent lingered on his skin.
The fragrance was everywhere; even his palm smelled of her unique "milky" scent.
Though they were physically apart, he kept his hand on her waist, holding her body as he glared at the sleazy man who was creeping closer.
The man was middle-aged, greasy, and smelled like a dumpster. He was at least fifty, rubbing his hands together as he approached. The stench reached both Alex and Madam Miyajima.
The beautiful housewife's brows furrowed in disgust. This man was barely better than a street hobo. She felt a surge of alarm.
"What do you want?"
"Hehe, nothing, nothing. I just came to have a look. You're very beautiful, Madam. I admire you..."
"Get lost!!"
Very beautiful? Admire you? Tsubaki Miyajima's exquisite face was filled with anger and disgust. She instinctively leaned toward Alex for safety. As she did, she bumped into him, yet she still remained oblivious to the hand he had on her waist.
"I'm sorry." Facing the "innocent" Alex, her tone became gentle.
"It's okay. More importantly, Madam, are you alright?" Alex's grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her into a protective embrace. "There are many creepy men in this world. You need to be careful when you're out alone."
Alex gave a very "sunny" smile.
On the other side, the creepy hobo's face turned green.