As Hinata continued stroking his dick, Kenji felt himself rapidly approaching the climax. Between the view of her dark nipples pressing against the translucent white shirt and the memory of her plush chest against his face earlier, he was already thoroughly aroused before she had even touched him.
Noticing the tense, strained expression on his face, Hinata misinterpreted his reaction. He must be feeling good now, she thought to herself, a surge of gentle pride swelling in her chest. This is just what a caring mother should do to help her son when he's struggling.
She stroked her hand smoothly along his eight-inch length, internally marveling at the size. Is it possible for him to get even bigger?
Seeing that he hadn't released yet, Hinata spoke softly, coaxing him along. "Come on, Kenji... just release. This should be enough, right?"
A stray, darker thought crossed her mind for a fraction of a second but she brushed it away instantly, justifying her actions. It's just my duty to care for him. Any mother in my position would do the same to help their child.
Kenji stared at Hinata kneeling right in front of him. Watching her stroke his dick while her tits remained practically exposed beneath the wet fabric, then he reached his absolute limit. Deciding to be playful, right as the orgasm hit, he shifted his angle and aimed directly at her chest.
The built-up tension snapped, sending a rush of intense pleasure throughout his entire body. Thick spurts shot forward, landing directly across the front of Hinata's white shirt.
Hinata felt his cock throb violently in her palm just before the warm liquid splattered across her top. She blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as she looked down at the white stains covering her shirt.
"Kenji! You…" She started to scold him but stopping herself after looking at his flushed, innocent face. She let out a soft sigh. "It's fine... at least you finally finished. Now you can pee."
She released her grip, wiping her hand slightly. The faint, musk scent of his release drifted upward, catching her off guard.
A sudden flash of heat rushed to her face, turning her neck bright crimson. What in the world am I doing? she thought, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment.
With the heavy tension cleared, Kenji adjusted his position toward the toilet bowl and finally relieved himself.
"Good boy," Hinata murmured, watching him finish. A small, relieved smile returned to her face. At least the effort paid off.
As his stream finished, Kenji felt his erection finally recede, resting at a relaxed five inches. He kept his expression blank while checking the floating blue system notifications in his mind.
[Mission Completed: Get Hinata to give you a handjob]
Reward: Mind Manipulation (E-Grade)
Finally, Kenji thought with excitement. System, use the Skill Upgrade Card on Mind Manipulation.
[Processing...]
[Upgrade Complete!]
He opened his status window to review the updated details:
Name: Kenji
Rank: None
Skills: Mind Manipulation (D-Grade)
Note: Effective primarily on targets at or below Chunin mental resistance. Higher-tier targets will experience significantly reduced effects.
Reading the limitation, Kenji felt a minor pang of disappointment. I guess I'm not instantly invincible but having a working mind manipulation skill at D-Grade is still a solid start.
Hinata stepped forward, flushed the toilet for him, and gently pulled his shorts back up to his waist. Looking down at her ruined, semi-translucent shirt, she sighed. "I need to go change. At least I wasn't wearing a bra or that would have been ruined too..."
She turned back toward Kenji. "Let's get you back to the sofa first."
Taking his hand, she guided him back out to the living room and had him sit down. "Wait here for me, Kenji."
Without thinking twice, assuming he was completely mindless to her surroundings, Hinata reached down, grabbed the hem of her soiled white shirt, and pulled it straight over her head right in front of him.
For a brief moment, her full tits were completely exposed in the soft morning light. Without giving it a second thought, she walked past him toward the bathroom to clean up, completely unbothered.
Kenji sat frozen on the couch, staring at the empty hallway where she had just walked. He felt a fresh surge of heat rush straight down to his lower belly, his cock immediately hardening right back up against his shorts.
Is she seriously this careless around me? he thought, swallowing hard as a noticeable bulge pressed prominently against his fabric once again. Living in this house is going to test my self-control.
A couple of minutes later, Hinata returned. This time, she had changed into a pair of black shorts and a loose black t-shirt, deciding it was best to cover up a bit more.
She walked into the living room and spotted Kenji sitting quietly on the couch, staring forward with his usual quiet expression. However, as she approached, her eyes immediately caught the massive tent forming in his lap.
Her brow furrowed before a deep blush spread across her cheeks again. Again? Already? But I just helped him release... She hesitated, sitting down beside him on the cushion. Is he going through a growth spurt or puberty?
Realizing she couldn't possibly bring herself to help him a second time so soon, she cleared her throat to distract them both.
"Alright, Kenji. Today we're going to work on your speaking lessons," she said gently, opening a small picture book she kept on the coffee table.
This was their standard routine, where she would slowly practice basic vocabulary with him. Recognizing the opportunity, Kenji decided it was time to show a little more progress so he wouldn't have to act entirely non-verbal forever.