By 6:00 PM, the practical vocabulary lessons had drawn to a close. Kenji leaned back against the cushions, feigning exhaustion from the hours of repetition, while Hinata sat beside him beaming with energy. She was visibly thrilled by the rapid improvement he was displaying.
How is he managing to grasp these words so quickly today? she marvelled to herself, gathering the study materials from the table.
She turned to him with a gentle smile. "Alright, Kenji, that's enough for now. Get up."
Kenji nodded obediently, standing up from his seat. He looked down at her and spoke in a low voice, carefully dropping his earlier stutter. "Okay, Mom."
The clear pronunciation brought an instant, proud smile to her face. "Good boy." She checked the clock on the living room wall and smoothed down her black shirt. "Your father should be coming home soon, so I need to go start dinner."
"Food... dinner," Kenji repeated, mimicking the speech patterns of someone slowly forming associations as she headed toward the kitchen area.
Left alone in the living area, Kenji weighed his current options. There were no active system notifications on his display and there was nothing else he could do.
He thought about going outside to take a look but escaping the house unnoticed would prove difficult while he was still pretending to be severely limited in basic functions. I need to set up a better baseline of independence before I try wandering outside, he thought.
He glanced over at the kitchen counter, watching Hinata begin chopping vegetables with her back turned to him. The loose black shorts she wore hugged the curve of her hips as she moved, highlighting her figure.
As he saw her working a smirk formed on his face.
I'm still playing the part of a helpless ward who doesn't understand boundaries, he reasoned, a subtle plan taking shape in his mind.
He stood up, stepping quietly across the wooden floor until he was standing directly behind her.
Before she could react, he wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling his chest flat against her back and burying his face into the soft fabric over her shoulder. The faint scent of lavender immediately filled his senses.
Hinata gasped in surprise, pausing her knife on the cutting board. She hadn't expected the sudden physical affection, as he had never initiated anything like it before.
"You really are full of surprises today, aren't you?" she murmured softly. Rather than pushing him away, she relaxed into the embrace, assuming he was simply seeking comfort.
Standing at five feet tall against her five-foot-four frame, Kenji's lower body aligned directly with the back of her thighs.
The proximity caused blood to rush straight to his groin, his cock rapidly hardening inside his shorts until it pressed firmly against her backside through the thin fabric.
Hinata felt his dick pressing into her butt and instantly froze. Her cheeks flushed instantly. Wait... is he hard again?
She turned her head slightly to look down over her shoulder, noticing the pronounced bulge straining against his shorts.
Kenji looked up into her eyes with a carefully practiced, vulnerable expression. He pointed a hand down toward his lap. "Mom... help."
The blatant request brought a deeper flush to Hinata's neck. "No, Kenji," she said quickly, trying to maintain a firm, motherly tone. "What happened earlier was a one-time thing. You can't ask for that. Do you understand me? We can't do that again."
Kenji simply tilted his head, maintaining a blank, confused look while pointing at his crotch a second time. "Mom... help."
Hinata let out a soft sigh, preparing to refuse him again but before she could speak, Kenji reached down with both hands and tugged his shorts past his hips. His thick, eight-inch shaft sprang free into the air, completely erect and throbbing slightly.
"Kenji! You..." Hinata's voice trailed off, her lavender eyes wide with disbelief at his sudden initiative.
While Kenji maintained a feigned look of distressed confusion on his face, he pressed his advantage, letting his voice drop to a strained murmur. "Mom... help... please."
Looking at his wide, pleading eyes and hearing the desperate edge in his tone, Hinata's resolve crumbled. She checked the wall clock again nervously.
Its almost time for Naruto to come home, I'll have to do this quick, she thought, rationalizing the boundary line she was about to cross again.
"Follow me," she whispered, stepping past him into the living room.
Kenji pulled his shorts down further to clear his movement and followed her toward the sofa. Hinata turned to face him, taking a deep breath to steady her rapid beating heart.
"This is going to be the absolute last time, Kenji," she insisted, trying to project authority despite her flushed face. "You cannot keep asking me for this. I'm your mother."
Kenji looked at her blankly, repeating the key words with a tilted head. "Last time...?"
"Yes, last time," she reaffirmed, kneeling down on the soft carpet directly in front of where he sat on the couch.
She reached out with both hands, her warm palms wrapping firmly around his thick, eight-inch length.
The contrast between her delicate hands and his massive size was stark but she wasted no time. Setting a steady, fluid pace, she began stroking him up and down along the entire length of the shaft.
Kenji leaned his head back against the cushion, a low grunt escaping his chest as the heat of her hands sent intense waves of pleasure straight to his core.
Watching him lean back and relax, Hinata picked up the speed, her strokes growing faster and tighter as she focused entirely on finishing before her husband returned home.
I need to wrap this up quickly before Naruto walks through the front door, she thought frantically, increasing the friction.
As Kenji watched her kneeling form working diligently in front of him, a familiar blue status panel flickered into view right above her head.
[New Mission Triggered]
Objective: Give Hinata a facial.
Reward: Lust Manipulation (E-Grade)
A surge of heightened arousal hit Kenji as he read the notification. Lust Manipulation a new skill? A plan formed inside his head when he saw the skill name.
this will make future interactions infinitely easier to control, he thought, tracking her movements as the sensation at the base of his shaft reached a critical threshold.
His hips twitched slightly on the cushion as his body prepared for the climax, his eyes fixed on Hinata's flushed, attentive face as she worked to bring him to completion.