Banging the Hot MILFs of Tokyo-Chapter 36

*Warning: Chapter filled with fingering, anal sex and creampie on a virgin. Everything done here is with consent from the other party( Airi) Enjoy!*

YUKI's POV

Airi glanced over her shoulder as she moved toward the backdoor room, her voice casual but soft. "I'm going to rest in the back for a bit, Papa. Don't worry."

Kenji gave a quick nod, eyes warm but tired.

"No problem, Airi. Make yourself comfortable."

Then Kenji turned to me, wiping his hands on a rag. "Alright, boy, I'm done with your phone. Next time, handle it with care." He held up the device with a small smirk. "You're gonna need a new screen though—this one's barely compatible anymore."

Before I could respond, a loud growl rumbled from Kenji's stomach. He laughed. "Man, I gotta eat. Wait for me, yeah?"

And just like that, he pushed open the door and stepped outside, leaving me alone in the cluttered shop. The silence settled heavy. Airi was gone. The air felt thicker somehow, charged. I shifted on the creaky chair, my heartbeat ticking louder than the distant city noise outside.

My eyes drifted to the spot where she'd disappeared, and I felt something stirring inside—something electric, raw. She wasn't just beautiful—there was a fire in her that pulled me, twisted something deep in my gut.

I swallowed hard, hands tightening on the edge of the table. Damn, this was a bad timing to get an erection. I stood up slowly from the creaky chair, the wood groaning beneath me. My eyes followed the faint sound of Airi's footsteps heading toward the backdoor room

I hesitated, muscles tense, as a rush of thoughts tangled inside my head. "No way. You can't be thinking about her like that. She's Haruto's grandniece — and probably a lot younger than you." My heart hammered in my chest, the awkward swell of heat pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.

I clenched my fists and hissed under my breath, shifting my hands to brush against my thighs, hoping to soothe the growing pressure. But the truth was, even as I tried to reason with myself, the electric pull toward her wouldn't let go.

I swallowed hard and forced my gaze away, focusing instead on the worn-out tools and cracked phone screens scattered across the workbench.The silence in the shop pressed down heavier now, and I realized I wasn't sure how long Kenji would be gone—or what would happen next.

What could be the worst that could happen?

Yuki exhaled, steadying himself on the chair.

"Papa?"

The voice came soft, lilting—but caught me off guard.

I turned quickly, heartbeat skidding as Airi stepped out from the backdoor room. She wasn't fully dressed, just a simple crop top and a pair of soft cotton shorts that ended mid-thigh. My breath hitched, and I instinctively glanced away, heat rising to my ears.

She paused, noticing me alone in the room.

"Let me guess," she said, her tone teasing, "Papa went to grab some ramen?"

I nodded, trying not to stare, trying not to let my thoughts spiral.

"Yeah," I said, voice tighter than I meant. "Said he was starving."

She walked over to the counter like it was nothing, like she wasn't making my thoughts knot up in every direction. I tried to focus on something—anything—else. The wall. The broken phone. The oil-stained rag Kenji left behind.

But my eyes kept darting back to her. She was confident, comfortable in her skin. Not trying to seduce, not trying to provoke—just there. Present.

I cleared my throat. "I'm Yuki."

She tilted her head slightly, then smiled. "Airi. Nice to meet you, Yuki."

Without hesitation, she pulled out the creaky stool across from me and sank into it like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if we weren't complete strangers and she wasn't half-dressed in her father's repair shop.

I nodded slowly, hands still resting awkwardly on my lap. I hadn't expected conversation, let alone introductions. Her presence felt casual, but there was a quiet confidence to her—a kind of calm that didn't match the storm she'd just stirred inside me.

She propped an elbow on the counter and leaned in, curious. "You a friend of Papa's?"

I shook my head. "No. Just a customer. Came in to get my phone fixed. He said it was pretty much toast."

"Sounds like him." She grinned, running a finger in lazy circles across the dusty counter. "He likes fixing things that are already broken beyond repair."

I glanced at her. "And you? You help him out here often?"

She shrugged. "Only when I visit. I don't live around here anymore. Came by today on a whim."

That struck something in me. A random visit. An unplanned afternoon. Two strangers in the same space—pure coincidence. Or something more?

"I thought you knew him," she said suddenly. "You looked like you did."

I raised an eyebrow. "What gave you that idea?"

"You didn't flinch when he called you 'boy.' That's a Kenji thing. He only calls people that when he's already decided he likes them."

A dry laugh escaped me. "I wasn't sure if I should take it as an insult or not."

She smiled again, a softer one this time, then leaned back against the stool, stretching slightly. The motion pulled her top tight for just a second before she relaxed again.

I swore I saw something. Just a subtle shift beneath her top—enough to make me freeze, to make my breath catch for half a second longer than it should've. She wasn't wearing a bra.

My eyes darted back to the workbench instantly, guilt scratching at the back of my mind.

'Don't look. Don't think. Just talk.'

She didn't seem fazed—stretching lazily, like she was in her own room and not sitting across from a stranger in her father's shop. That casualness, the comfort she wore like second skin, made her seem older than she looked—but it didn't help quiet the pull she was stirring in me.

"So," I said, trying to keep my voice even, "you just dropped by, huh?"

Airi rested her chin on her hand, eyes drifting over the old tools before settling back on me. "I missed him. Figured I'd come crash for a day or two. Papa's the only person who doesn't ask too many questions. Are you related to him?"

"I got to know about him true Haruto. He is my roommate."

"Oh, great uncle Haruto? I didn't know you two were close. Damn, and I have been trying to get to speak with him but I don't think he wants to. Not after, I..."

"What did you do?"

'Why did the dirtiest thought run through my mind as she took a suspenful pause?' I had to ask myself.

"Nothing. I just called him out for being gay to my father. He was really mad about it and I think I kinda overstepped my boundaries there." Something about how Airi sounded gave Yuki the chills. He locked eyes with her, his breath hitching.

Her words sank into the still, stuffy air between us. "You called him out for being gay?" I echoed, more surprised by her bluntness than the actual statement.

Airi nodded slowly, her fingers drumming softly on the counter. "Yeah. I mean... he's never said it out loud, but I saw the way he looked at a guy once. I wasn't judging. Just... called it like I saw it. My dad didn't take it well. Neither did Haruto."

I stayed silent for a beat, unsure how to respond. Her eyes flicked to me, challenging—like she was daring me to react the same way her father reacted.

But somehow, I didn't.

Maybe because I wanted to get under her skirts and the easiest way was to agree with anything she said.

"I don't think it's a big deal," I said, shrugging. "People are allowed to be who they are."

That seemed to soften something in her. The edge in her expression eased as she gave me a thoughtful look, then stood and moved slowly around the counter.

"Thanks," she said simply.

I nodded, trying to keep my eyes respectfully above her neckline, though it was getting harder by the second. The way she moved was driving me insane in the quietest, slowest-burning way.

Airi stopped just a step away from me. I could smell her—something faint, maybe peach or cherry blossom. I didn't move when her hands touched my chin.

"Papa isn't around. Do you think you can get that hard dick to use now?"