The air was thick with anticipation. Liam stood at the doorstep, his heart hammering against his ribs as he pressed the doorbell.
Ring Ring
The soft chime of the doorbell echoed through the quiet neighborhood.
He had been here before, but this time was different.
Mei Mei had asked him to check in on her mother, knowing full well his inclinations. It was a strange request, but one he wouldn't turn down.
A few seconds later, the door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Nishimura—Mei Mei's mother, Hitomi. She was in her early 40s, yet her beauty had not waned. With long, silky hair cascading over her shoulders, smooth porcelain skin, and a curvaceous figure wrapped in delicate, lacy lingerie that barely concealed her mature curves, she was every bit the kind of woman Liam desired.
She was simply breathtaking.
"Liam-kun," She greeted, a faint smile on her lips. "You really take your sweet time, huh."
Hitomi exuded an effortless sensuality that left him momentarily breathless. The dim hallway lights cast a golden glow on her smooth, porcelain skin, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her long hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that carried both wisdom and seduction in equal measure. Her eyes, laced with longing, locked onto his with unspoken desire.
Liam smiled and was about to open his mouth to speak but before he did, in a moment of pure, unchecked hunger, Hitomi reached forward, grabbed Liam by his shirt, and pulled him inside.
The door swung shut behind them, sealing them away from the world.
Before he could react, her soft, full lips crashed onto his, stealing his breath and igniting a fire that had long been simmering between them.
Liam barely had a second to recover before Hitomi deepened the kiss, her hands threading into his hair as she pressed her body flush against his.
Their lips moved in a heated dance, tongues meeting in an intimate battle, neither willing to yield.
Liam growled low in his throat, a primal sound that sent a shiver through Hitomi's spine. He took control, tilting his head to the side and devouring her mouth with a fervor that left no room for hesitation.
Her knees buckled, her body melting into him, surrendering to his dominance.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Liam's hands traveled down her back, feeling every delicate curve beneath his fingertips. He pulled her even closer, his grip firm yet reverent as if worshiping the woman in his arms.
Their tongues tangled in a slow, intoxicating rhythm—neither rushed nor hurried. Each stroke, each movement was a silent confession of their craving.
It wasn't just passion; it was longing, need, and a desperate thirst that had been restrained for too long.
Liam could feel Hitomi's heartbeat pounding wildly against his chest, mirroring his own erratic rhythm. She was lost in him, in his taste, in the way his lips moved against hers—possessive, commanding, yet achingly tender.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, her body pressing impossibly closer as if trying to mold herself into him.
Liam groaned, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping the silky strands as he angled her head to deepen the kiss further.
Hitomi whimpered, her resolve crumbling as he devoured her without mercy.
And just like that, he won the battle.
The kiss slowed, turning softer yet no less intense.
When they finally parted, their lips hovered mere inches apart, breath mingling in the electrified silence.
Hitomi's eyes—dark, glazed, filled with raw emotion—burned into his.
Her lips were swollen, glistening, utterly ruined from his kiss.
Liam smirked, brushing a thumb over her lower lip, watching as she shuddered under his touch. His gaze held hers, deep and smoldering, drinking in the sight of the woman before him.
Hitomi's chest heaved as she gazed back at him, her fingers tracing the edges of his jawline, memorizing every ridge, every detail of the man who had just stolen her breath away.
Neither spoke.
Words were unnecessary.
Their eyes said everything—the desire, the need, the longing, the silent understanding that neither could deny what had just transpired.
And then, without warning, Hitomi grabbed his collar and pulled him forward.
The movement was sudden, yet deliberate. Hitomi, her breathing erratic, her body buzzing with anticipation, tugged Liam deeper into the house.
She didn't look back.
She didn't hesitate.
Her grip was firm, possessive, a silent command that Liam was more than happy to follow.
The hallway blurred as they moved, but Liam was too focused on the sway of her hips, the soft curves barely covered by the teasing lace of her lingerie, the sheer desperation in her movements.
By the time they reached the bedroom, the tension was unbearable.
Hitomi pushed the door open, the dim glow of bedside lamps casting a warm, golden hue over the room. She turned to face him, her eyes shimmering with vulnerability and something deeper—something that made Liam's chest tighten.
She wanted him.
Not just physically, but wholly. Completely.
And Liam, breathless and enthralled, knew without a doubt—he wanted her just as much.
As the door closed behind them, sealing them away from everything else, Liam reached for her again, claiming what was already his.
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Around two years ago
The airport was bustling with people, but for Liam, the world narrowed down to three women who refused to let him go easily.
Sakura stood before him, her arms draped around his shoulders, her teasing smirk laced with something deeper.
"You'll miss me, won't you, brother?" She purred, eyes glinting with mischief.
Before he could respond, she pressed her lips to his—slow, deep, and sensual. Her tongue flicked against his in a deliberate tease, her fingers tugging at the nape of his neck. When she finally pulled away, her breath was warm against his lips. "I'll miss you too… especially your strong hands and warmth."
Akane was next, stepping up with a playful sigh.
"Tsk, tsk, Sakura, you always go first," She teased, her fingers tracing down Liam's chest. "You spoil us, you know that?"
Then, with no warning, she yanked him forward and captured his lips in a fiery, demanding kiss. Her nails lightly scratched his skin through his shirt, her body pressing into his with shameless boldness. When she pulled back, her smirk was all heat. "Try not to get too lonely, Sir. But don't you dare think of replacing us?"
Liam barely had time to recover before Mei Mei giggled, stepping in closer.
"Mmm, they're always so greedy," She mused, placing a hand on his chest. "But you wouldn't forget about your sweet Mei Mei, would you?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing over his in a slow, teasing glide before finally deepening the kiss. It was a mix of softness and temptation, her body molding against his as if savoring every second. When she pulled away, her dark eyes glowed with mischief. "You're going to miss how good we are for you, Sir. And we'll miss how… bad you make us."
"Also," There was a long pause before she finally spoke.
"I know how you feel about my mom. I used to think it was weird, even disturbing... but after seeing how happy Aiko-san is with you, and how you make me feel in your presence, so I..." Her voice trailed off before she continued. "I don't want my mom to be lonely. And... if it has to be someone, I'd rather it be you."
Liam was silent for a moment. This was unexpected, even for him.
"You're really okay with it?" he asked, his voice lower.
"Yes," she whispered. "But... you better not make her cry."
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