The first light of dawn crept through the windows of my Beverly Hills villa, painting Jenna’s exhausted, trembling body in golden hues.

She lay sprawled across the bed, her breathing ragged, her skin glistening with sweat. Her asshole gaped slightly, winking at me as if begging for more, the remnants of my cum and piss still dripping from her well-used hole.

The sheet beneath her was a mess—soaked with her juices, my seed, and the evidence of our brutal night.

I smirked, admiring my handiwork. She had taken everything I gave her—every thrust, every slap, every humiliation—and still craved more. But the sun was rising in Japan, and I had other matters to attend to.

With a final, satisfied glance at Jenna’s broken, satisfied form, I stood up, my cock still semi-hard from the memory of her tight ass.

I took a quick shower, the hot water washing away the scent of sex and filth, then teleported back to Kasumi’s villa in Japan.

The morning sun streamed through the paper screens of my room, casting a warm glow over the tatami mats. I stretched, changing into a formal dress—crisp, clean, the picture of innocence—before stepping out into the living room.

A maid noticed me immediately, bowing slightly as she served me tea. "Good morning, Jack-sama," she said, her voice soft and respectful.

I nodded, sipping the tea as I listened to the sounds of the house waking up. The clinking of dishes in the kitchen, the soft footsteps of the maids—morning had arrived.

Then, I heard her.

Tomiko’s voice, sleepy but sweet, floated from the hallway. "Good morning, Jack."

I turned, smiling. "Good morning, Oba-san."

She rubbed her eyes, her hair tousled from sleep, making her look adorably disheveled. But then she noticed her dress—wrinkled, her tits swaying slightly with every movement—and her face flushed crimson.

"Oh—!" She gasped, clutching her chest before dashing back into her room, muttering something about fixing herself.

I chuckled to myself. The morning was already amusing.

Soon, Kasumi, Yuko, and Haruna emerged from their rooms. Kasumi looked exhausted—dark circles under her eyes, her kimono slightly rumpled, her movements sluggish. But there was something else, too—a flicker of guilt, of shame, as if she couldn’t meet my gaze.

"Good morning, Oka-san," I said, my voice light, but my eyes sharp.

Kasumi blushed, avoiding my eyes. "G-Good... good morning..." She mumbled, then quickly retreated to her room, leaving the scent of her unease lingering in the air.

Haruna and Yuko sat down next to me, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Tell me," Yuko leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "did you succeed in seducing Mom? She looks like she didn’t sleep at all."

I shrugged, taking another sip of tea. "Nothing really happened."

Yuko rolled her eyes. "You’d better make some move, then. She’s not getting any younger."

Haruna nodded, grinning. "And Aunt Tomiko, you have to win her over, too."

I pinched Haruna’s nose playfully. "Ok, ok. I’ll do my best."

The two of them giggled, then stood up, heading to their rooms to shower and freshen up.

An hour later, Tomiko re-emerged, now dressed in a sleek business suit, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She looked professional, poised—the perfect picture of elegance.

Kasumi followed shortly after, wearing a fresh kimono, but the dark circles under her eyes were impossible to hide. She moved slowly, as if every step was a struggle.

I stood up, walking over to her. "Oka-san... are you okay? You didn’t sleep all night?"

Kasumi shook her head, forcing a smile. "No... I slept peacefully..."

I moved closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Oka-san, lying is not good... Look, you have dark circles around your eyes..."

Tomiko crossed her arms, her business suit straining slightly against her full, mature breasts as she fixed Kasumi with a stern but amused look.

"Sister, you have to take good care of yourself..." she said, her voice firm but laced with playful concern.

"Now Yuko and Haruna and Jack are all here... You can’t be half-hearted. Jack is right..." She turned to me, her eyes sharp but twinkling with mischief.

"Jack, don’t listen to her stubbornness. Just take her to the hospital. And if she refuses—" She paused dramatically, a smirk tugging at her lips. "—just tie her up and drag her there like a naughty child."

Kasumi’s eyes widened, her face flushing with indignation and embarrassment. "Tomiko! You dare to bully your own sister in front of everyone?!" she exclaimed, her hands flying to her hips as she glared at her sister. "And in front of Jack, no less! Have you no shame?!"

Tomiko laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, please, sister. If I had a yen for every time you’ve been stubborn, I’d be richer than Jack here." She glanced at me, her eyes gleaming.

"Isn’t that right, Jack? She’s always been like this—refusing to admit when she’s not well, pretending she’s fine when she’s clearly not."

I chuckled, playing along. "I’ve noticed, Oba-san. She’s quite the handful."

Kasumi huffed, her cheeks burning as she shot me a look. "Jack! Don’t encourage her!"

Tomiko grinned, stepping closer to Kasumi and poking her sister’s forehead with a playful finger. "You... still behaving like a child. You have to go to the hospital for a check-up... I don’t know anything about medicine, but even I can see you’re not well."

She turned to me again, her tone mock-serious. "Jack, if she gives you trouble, just throw her over your shoulder and carry her out. I’ll back you up."

Kasumi groaned, covering her face with her hands in exasperation. "Tomiko, you’re impossible!"

Tomiko laughed, ruffling Kasumi’s hair like she was a misbehaving child. "And you, sister, are a terrible liar. Now, are you going to go willingly, or do we have to resort to... extreme measures?" She waggled her eyebrows at me, hinting at the idea of me manhandling Kasumi.

Kasumi sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Ok... fine. I’ll go." She muttered under her breath, "But only because I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of tying me up like some kind of criminal."

Tomiko clapped her hands together, grinning triumphantly. "There we go! See, Jack? All it takes is a little tough love." She turned back to Kasumi, her voice softening. "And don’t worry, sister. If the doctor says you’re fine, then you’re fine. But if he says you need rest, you’re going to listen, understand?"

Kasumi nodded reluctantly, though her eyes still held a hint of defiance. "Yes, yes. Now, can we please drop this?"

Haruna and Yuko exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oba-san, I want to go to the office with you..."

Haruna said, her voice sweet and innocent, but her intentions anything but. "See how my Oba-san scolds people in the office... I bet she’s terrifying when she’s in charge!"

Yuko nodded eagerly, leaning against Haruna. "Yeah, Oba-san! We want to see you in action! Maybe we’ll learn a thing or two about how to handle stubborn people..." She glanced at Kasumi, a playful smirk on her lips.

Tomiko laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. You two can come with me. And no laughing at me when I’m working." She turned to Kasumi, her voice teasing.