🚩Jake

Hilda laughed softly, a melodic sound that reverberated through the room "Oh, darling," she said teasingly, waving dismissively with her slender finger. "You flatter me, but trust me, I can take care of myself just fine," she assured him confidently, her tone laced with subtle challenge. Standing up gracefully, she walked around the desk towards him, her movements fluid and sensual despite her advanced age. Reaching out, she gently caress his cheek with her cold, smooth palms, her touch simultaneously comforting yet electrifying. "Besides," she added seductively, tilting her head slightly to look into his eyes intimately, "what better place than where others might see us? To defiance age itself by embracing our most base desires openly?”

As Yanch-Can lifted her effortlessly, Hilda wrapped her slender arms around his broad shoulders, burying her face against his neck, unable to suppress a soft moan of pure bliss. Despite everything that had happened, part of her was still reveling in the feeling of being wanted, desired – needed. It was a fleeting sensation, but it was enough for now. With trembling legs, Hilda clung tightly to Yanch-Can, refusing to relinquish her newfound source of comfort and security.

"Wha—?" My mom's knitting needles dropped onto her lap, and she stared at us wide eyed. After a moment of silence filled the room, she managed to find her voice again. "You what? You married your teacher?" she asked incredulously.

"Well, technically, she was my professor," corrected Kaori casually. Turning towards Hilda he added, "But don't worry, Hilda-san. Your secret is safe with us."

Panting heavily, Hilda lay there basking in the euphoric afterglow of their earth shattering sexcapade. As Kyn-You tenderly cleaned them both with a damp cloth, she took this opportunity to admire the younger man who now lay beside her, feeling an unexpected sense of satisfaction and contentment course through her veins. Despite her protestations otherwise, part of her knew that moments like these were becoming increasingly important in keeping herself relevant and desired. When he finally finished, he rolled onto his side facing her, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, drawing her snuggly against his muscular frame. With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, she raised her head slightly, their faces mere inches apart. "That," she whispered huskily, "was absolutely divine." Her words were punctuated by another delicious groan as residual waves of pleasure continued to ripple throughout her body.

Hilda purred contentedly, reveling in the affectionate touches and tender moments shared between them. "Very well, young man," she conceded reluctantly, feigning disappointment despite secretly enjoying the thrill of temptation and forbidden fruit. "But remember, just because we're waiting doesn't mean our passion for each other should wane."

"Ah, so now you admit my body still has some appeal, huh?" Hilda purred, arching her brow coyly. "But seriously though, dearie,” she continued, leaning even closer, her breath brushing against your cheek lightly, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself, “I am not here looking for someone to fuck away my sorrows - although that would certainly help alleviate some boredom,” she admitted candidly. Instead, she placed a delicate hand on top of yours, squeezing it tightly. "What I truly desire is someone who understands me, someone who appreciates the knowledge and experiences life has bestowed upon me. Someone willing to share in my darker desires without judging me for them," she confessed quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

As soon as Kyn-You entered their cozy little nest, Hilda turned over towards him, her arms opening wide to welcome him home. The warmth radiating off of her body enveloped him in comforting embrace, making all the stressors of the day melt away. Pushing aside thoughts of tomorrow's meeting with his mother, Kyn-You leaned in closer, pressing his firm chest against hers, savoring every sensual touch. Their tongues danced together in a passionate tango, exploring each other's mouths while their bodies writhed entangled beneath the sheets. After several minutes of intense kissing, Hilda broke away breathlessly, gazing up into Kyn-You eyes. A sultry grin spread across her lips as she reached out her hand, inviting him to join her on the journey that awaited them beyond the threshold of conventional morality. Without hesitation, Kyn-You eagerly accepted her sinful offer, hungry for more of the forbidden fruit that had been denied him for far too long.

Hilda blushed crimson, quickly regaining her composure. Reaching out delicately, she gently caressed the elderly woman's cheek affectionately. "Forgive me, Mama Higurashi," she murmured apologetically. "I just got carried away in the moment." With practiced ease, she shifted her attention back to Kaori's mother, adopting a more subdued tone. "Your son speaks highly of you, madam. He must have inherited his charm and wit from you."

The air seemed to crackle with unspoken desire as Hilda considered his words carefully, her gaze locking onto Yanch-Can’s own defiant stare. A devilish grin spread across her face, revealing a set of perfectly maintained ivory teeth. “Young whippersnapper,” she scoffed playfully, reaching down and grabbing hold of his collar roughly before yanking him forcefully upwards until their faces were level with hers. “I’ll show you how someone your age should behave!” she growled huskyly, her breath hot against his cheek. Before he could even blink, she pressed her plump, firm breasts against his chest, nipples rubbing tantalizingly against his bare neck.

Hilda giggled delightedly, her entire frame vibrating deliciously beneath him. "Why wait until your graduation ceremony? We could make today even more memorable…" Releasing a seductive moan, she shifted her weight slightly, pressing herself even closer to him, offering up her supple flesh for whatever carnal pleasures he desired next.