The [Saint Milk] ability doesn’t discriminate by age; any female can have this special Saint Milk drawn out. Therefore, even though Rinka was only a twelve-year-old elementary school student and a loli who hadn’t fully matured, she could still produce Saint Milk.

But wait, could she really be considered undeveloped? While Rinka was still an elementary school student, putting aside her precocious psychology (Japanese girls tend to mature quickly mentally), her body was also developing considerably.

At the very least, her chest was already noticeably budding, not entirely flat, and faint signs of growth could be seen on her body. The delicate charm and stunning beauty in her eyes were becoming quite prominent, perhaps because she had fixed her affection on someone.

In short, the more you looked, the more feminine she became?

Don’t overthink this, don’t overthink this.

Alex shook his head frantically, shifting his gaze. He continued flirting and joking with Mrs. Natsumi and the others, pushing the thought of drawing Saint Milk from Rinka to the back of his mind. Compared to the poorly developed little loli, the beautiful married woman next to him held far more appeal.

Lost in his thoughts, he started to get restless. While on the surface he was eating and chatting, his foot beneath the table silently reached out, finding its target: the little foot and leg wrapped in hosiery.

Mrs. Natsumi paused, then remained still as if she hadn’t noticed anything. Alex found this amusing. By the feel of the stockings, it was undoubtedly Mrs. Natsumi—given his current abilities, he couldn’t be mistaken.

His feet continued to slide and rub along her leg, moving upward. The pair of legs, which had been feigning ignorance, finally reacted, attempting to retreat, but there was no room to maneuver.

She tried to dislodge the naughty foot pressing against her, but her strength was no match for Alex’s. Ultimately, she could only half-heartedly give in, allowing him to creep further up until his foot reached her thigh.

Her full, rounded thigh was firm and elastic. When Alex’s foot rubbed against it, he distinctly felt her body violently shudder.

“Tomorrow is the weekend, so we can rest for two days. Is there anywhere you guys want to go?” Yui seemed happy, bringing up the weekend. “The Girls’ Basketball Club has no activities, so we have plenty of free time.”

“I don’t care, either staying home or going out is fine. I don’t have anywhere I particularly want to go,” Ai Kitakami took a sip of water, glancing at Alex. “As long as it’s with Alex, of course~”

“We all have free time, so even if we stay home… we can do naughty things. Hehe, what do you think, Alex?” Chi chimed in.

“I have to visit the Tsubakihara house tomorrow, so I won’t have time for you girls,” Alex was causing chaos under the table, while above, everything was harmonious, with nobody noticing the anomaly. He quickly glanced toward Mrs. Natsumi Obata.

The beautiful wife was focused on eating, acting as if she hadn’t heard their conversation or noticed anything under the table, as if none of it concerned her. Alex could only sigh, Mrs. Natsumi, you’re quite the actress.

The next second, his foot slid from the sensitive outside of her thigh inward, targeting her secret garden. When his toe crossed the border of her skirt and made contact with that tender spot inside, she could no longer hold back and violently jerked.

Alex clearly saw Mrs. Natsumi nearly send her chopsticks flying, not to mention the deep blush spreading across her face.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

The others hadn’t noticed, but Yui Obata sensed her mother’s abnormality.

“Nothing,” since they were now practically an old married couple, there was no real shame in admitting it, yet the wife still tried to cover up, shooting Alex a look of exasperated anger.

That little glance was laced with a mix of resentment and flirtatious annoyance.

“You girls can go play by yourselves tomorrow, or stay home, it’s up to you,” Alex pretended not to see her resentful look and spoke earnestly, while his foot continued its activities under the table. “But tonight, I’ll definitely satisfy all of you, don’t worry.”

“Satisfy us? There’s a child here, Alex. Don’t be so explicit,” Yuki Serizawa covered her face and whispered.

“Alex is always so straightforward; is there anything he wouldn’t dare to do? Mmmph~”

Mrs. Natsumi Obata cut herself off with a muffled groan. The crimson on her cheeks deepened further, and her eyes were misty with frustrated desire and a look of deep arousal. This naughty boy really wasn’t afraid of being discovered by Yui and the others.

That wicked toe was still pressing right there… Honestly. Mrs. Natsumi thought, lowering her head, her chest rising and falling slightly. She blamed herself for losing control. Just a simple press and a little rub from his foot, and her body felt instantly weak.

She knew she had already completely surrendered to Alex’s body. Far from simple flirtation like this, even a suggestive glance from him would likely arouse her, and she would be unable to refuse his affections.

Just as she’d said before, from the inside out, from her soul to her body, she was entirely his property.

When Mrs. Natsumi regained her senses, her private garden, the area her foot had been touching and massaging, was already soaked. The small fabric covering underneath was drenched in a large spot.

Mrs. Natsumi, you’re such a pervert~

Alex’s eyes met hers, conveying that message. She couldn’t refute it, managing only the look of a deeply frustrated woman. Then, ignoring everything else, she clamped her legs together, tightly locking his foot in place.

“Hoo… hoo…”

Mmm~

She began grinding actively. The beautiful married woman’s body became increasingly sensitive, and her shudders grew stronger. Feeling that she had reached her breaking point, Alex winked and gave a gentle final press.

Pffffft—

Alex felt something spray out from inside. Mrs. Natsumi’s body instantly tensed, and after a few seconds, she slumped softly against the table.

Alex knew—she had squirted.

Tsk tsk, all thanks to me developing her…

Huh? What’s going on?

He realized the previously lively dinner table had suddenly gone quiet. Nobody was speaking. He scanned Yui, Chi, and the others; the girls were silently eating, occasionally shooting him odd glances. Alex instantly understood.

—He’d been exposed.

Mom, seriously, doing things like that during dinner… is she that insatiable? Yui thought, giving her mother a strange look.

Yuki Serizawa was the most embarrassed, keeping her head down and pretending not to see, too shy even to pick up food.

Chi was slightly bolder, continuously giving Alex suggestive looks, and Ai Kitakami did the same. They knew their lover well; for him, secretly doing naughty things under the table was normal, and sometimes, he would simply pick them up and do it right then and there.

Only Rinka Okino was completely unaware. The little loli had no idea what had just transpired under the table, but seeing the intimate relationship between the older girls and Alex, she could roughly guess some things.

Especially when she heard Alex say ‘I’ll feed you all tonight,’ her precocious mind knew what that meant, and she pouted, clearly feeling jealous.

“Alex, I want to take a bath with you later—”

The little loli couldn’t focus on her meal anymore, turning to him and pouting playfully.

“Sure, we’ll bathe together later,” the strange atmosphere at the dinner table was broken by the loli, and Alex didn’t refuse. After all, they had bathed together yesterday; it wasn’t a big deal.

He failed to notice the sly look, mixed with endless shyness and determination, that flashed in Rinka Okino’s eyes when he agreed.

She seemed to be planning to pull off a big stunt.

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