BXBX NOVEL Chapter 85: Why Don't You Try My Wife's Chiffon Cake?*
Why Kota? Of course, because the man in front of him was his friend's father.
"Eh? I'm sorry, but who are you?" Mr. Inoue looked at him from up and down, but he didn't recognize Haruto.
"Ah, it's me, Haruto Hayase." he smiled awkwardly.
Mr. Inoue widened his eyes, "Really? Hayase? You've really changed!"
Haruto nodded, he brushed his neck, "Yeah, puberty finally hits me."
Mr. Inoue just laughed, "But, where is Kota?"
Mr. Inoue asked, glancing around as if expecting his son to appear at any moment.
It was a fair question. Haruto and Kota attended the same school, and the same class. Seeing him here without the son of the house owner where he was now might be weird.
Haruto, however, was caught off guard—not because of Mr. Inoue's question, but because Asuka hadn't mentioned her husband would be home.
'Didn't she call me here for… well, such fuck? And her husband's still around?'
His mind raced, though he quickly reminded himself of Asuka's brazen nature. Knowing her, she probably found it thrilling.
"Oh… Kota has a club activity," Haruto lied smoothly, forcing a polite smile. "He told me to head here first and wait for him."
Mr. Inoue nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. "Ah, I see. Well, come on in," he said, opening the gate wider.
"I'm busy working on the garden, but you know your way around. Head up to Kota's room if you want."
"Thanks," Haruto replied, exhaling softly in relief as he stepped through the gate.
Mr. Inoue waved him off and returned to his gardening, leaving Haruto to his own devices.
Once inside, Haruto slipped off his shoes and put on a pair of familiar house slippers. The interior of the house felt just as modern as its exterior—clean, organized, and spacious.
He made his way to the living room, pulling out his phone to call Asuka.
Before he could dial, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, soft and firm at once.
"You're kind of late," Asuka purred, her lips close to his ear.
"I hate waiting, so I baked something to kill time."
Haruto reached up to gently pry her hands off, turning around to face her. The sight nearly stopped him in his tracks.
Asuka wore a simple apron that clung to her curves, accentuating her figure in ways that made his breath hitch.
The warm scent of vanilla lingered in the air around her, teasing his senses.
"Well," he smirked, tilting her chin up with a finger, "I can't exactly boss my teachers around, can I?"
But his grin faltered for a moment. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, your husband's here."
Despite his hatred for Kota and the dark satisfaction he felt imagining his reaction to finding out he fuck his own mother, Haruto couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt toward Mr. Inoue.
The man had always been kind to him.
Asuka smirked, her arms looping around his neck as she pressed herself against him.
"What's wrong, Haruto? Are you scared… or excited?"
Her voice was sultry, her body warm against his. "You're standing in front of a beautiful, talented woman, and all you can think about is some pathetic man who can't even satisfy his wife?" She frowned, pouting slightly.
"How disappointing."
Haruto chuckled, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her closer. "Oh, no. My eyes can't get off of you in that apron, " he said, his voice low, "I think you are so sexy, it makes me want to take it off."
A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes as she leaned in. "To the point, are we?"
Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their movements filled with hunger. Asuka's lips were soft but insistent, her tongue darting into his mouth as their breaths mingled.
Haruto's hands roamed her body, eventually settling on her ample ass. He squeezed, eliciting a playful laugh from her even as their kiss deepened.
His fingers trailed lower, brushing against her clothed crotch. The sudden pressure made Asuka gasp and pull away, her cheeks flushed.
"You bad boy," she murmured, her hand reaching down to palm his erection.
"Already this hard? You youngsters really are enthusiastic."
She gently pushed him backward until he fell onto the sofa. With a teasing smile, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
"So," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, "do you want to skip straight to the main course, or should we enjoy the appetizer first?"
Haruto grinned, slapping her ass lightly. "A good meal's never perfect without an appetizer."
Asuka laughed, her voice low and sultry, as she slid off his lap. Kneeling between his legs, she slowly unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock.
"There we go," she said with a smirk, licking her lips. "An appetizer."
Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her warm, wet mouth.
"Ahhh, you're still as good as ever," Haruto groaned, his voice deep with pleasure as Asuka began to move.
Her head bobbed up and down, taking him in despite the overwhelming size.
His cock pressed firmly against the back of her throat, each thrust making her gag slightly, but she didn't stop.
Her determination only heightened his arousal, the wet, lewd sounds filling the air.
"Damn, Asuka…" he hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging lightly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
The dual sensation was intoxicating. He couldn't hold back any longer, gripping her head and pushing her down harshly until her throat enveloped him completely.
"Fuck…" he grunted, feeling the tight, rippling muscles of her throat around his shaft.
She choked slightly at the intrusion, her throat vibrating around him as she fought to breathe.
The vibrations sent shudders through his body, making him moan even louder. The warmth and pressure were incredible, and he lost himself in the sensation.
"Asuka, you—"
But his words were abruptly cut off by a voice that made his blood run cold.
"Ah, Haruto, so you're here," came Mr. Inoue's cheerful tone from behind. "Why don't you try my wife's chiffon cake? It's good."
Haruto froze, his heart pounding in his chest as panic surged through him.
"Y-yeah, Mr. Inoue," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady while his mind scrambled for an escape. "I'll try it… later."
'Well, I already tried your wife 'chiffon', but damn, what bad timing to show up Mr. Inoue!'
he thought,
'I don't want you to get a heart attack!'
Asuka's eyes flicked up to meet his, a glint of mischief dancing in them as she continued, utterly unfazed by her husband's proximity.
Haruto, on the other hand, could feel the sweat gathering on his brow as he tried to maintain his composure.
However, the system has the same opinion as Asuka when it gives him this quest:
[Ding!]
[New quest available!]
[Quest: Playing With Fire]
[Description: You and Asuka are in the middle of having 'fun' when her husband suddenly comes into the picture.]
[Objective: Continue to have 'fun' behind her husband or her son without being found.]
[Rewards: 800 EXP, 20.000 Sex Coins, 2 charm potions.]
[Time Limit: 3 hours 59 minutes.]