Chapter 1263: Under-Desk Clit Torture

I looked at Saki with a calm, almost polite smile, voice low enough that only she could hear the edge underneath.

"Aunt Saki... how can you be so rude? Your husband brought us water. Look how caring he is..."

Saki’s face burned. She quickly grabbed the hem of her own house dress and reached up, roughly wiping my chin and lips with the fabric, trying to erase the shiny evidence of her squirt that still clung to my skin. Her hands were shaking.

"You... hmmm..." she muttered under her breath, equal parts furious and flustered, eyes darting toward the locked door.

The second she finished, she spun away from me, sat down hard in the chair behind the desk, and clamped her thighs tightly together.

The torn fabric of her pants was still open underneath the desk, her freshly sucked, dripping pussy hidden only by the angle and the way she pressed her knees together.

She hastily spread a few random A4 sheets and folders across the desk surface, arranging them to look like important case documents, and forced her expression into something serious and professional.

I chuckled under my breath, smoothed my suit jacket, and unlocked the door.

Yamamoto stood there holding a small tray with two glasses of water. His eyes moved from me to his wife sitting stiffly at the desk with her documents neatly arranged.

I gave him a polite, apologetic smile.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Yamamoto... to bother you like this. We were just reviewing the details of the Onsen case. Your wife has been very thorough."

Yamamoto’s gaze lingered on me for a second longer than necessary—perhaps noticing the faint dampness still at the corner of my mouth, or the slight flush on Saki’s cheeks—then shifted to his wife.

Saki kept her eyes on the papers in front of her, legs pressed tightly together under the desk, the picture of a serious client discussing legal matters... while the torn fabric between her thighs remained soaked and open, and the taste of her squirt was still thick on my tongue.

I kept my expression polite and professional as Yamamoto stepped fully into the study, still holding the small tray with two glasses of water.

He set the tray down on the edge of the desk with a soft clink, then—instead of leaving—moved to the small sofa against the wall and sat down heavily, settling in as if he had decided the conversation might actually be interesting.

"So what’s this case about exactly?" he asked, leaning forward a little, elbows on his knees. "Saki only mentioned something about the Onsen the other day. I didn’t realize it had turned into a lawsuit."

Saki’s thighs clamped tighter under the desk. I could see the faint tension in her shoulders as she forced another calm nod, eyes fixed on the random A4 sheets in front of her.

I took one of the glasses of water, thanked him, and began speaking in a smooth, measured lawyer’s tone—pure nonsense wrapped in professional language.

"Of course, Mr. Yamamoto. A former customer is alleging that the Onsen’s management failed to provide adequate safety warnings regarding the temperature of one of the private baths. They’re claiming minor burns and emotional distress."

"We’re currently reviewing the facility’s maintenance logs, guest waivers, and staff training records to prepare a formal response. Your wife has been extremely helpful in gathering the internal documents."

While I spoke, my right foot slid forward under the desk. I found the soft, still-damp heat between Saki’s tightly pressed thighs and pressed my toes firmly against the torn opening of her pants.

The ball of my foot rubbed slowly over her swollen, sensitive clit, circling it through the wet, exposed flesh. Her thick pubic hair brushed against my toes as I stroked her.

Saki’s breath hitched almost silently. Her fingers tightened on the edge of a folder until her knuckles whitened. She kept her eyes locked on the papers, jaw clenched, fighting to keep her expression neutral while my toes stroked and pressed against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Her dirty thoughts raced, hot and panicked.

[He’s rubbing my clit right in front of my husband... his toes are so warm... I’m still so sensitive from squirting earlier... if I make a sound Yamamoto will know... but it feels so good... fuck, why does it feel even better knowing he’s sitting right there...]

Yamamoto nodded along, apparently satisfied with the explanation.

"Emotional distress? People sue for that now? Ridiculous. And the Onsen has always been careful. Saki, you never mentioned it was this serious."

Saki forced a small, tight smile, voice carefully controlled even as my toes rubbed more firmly over her throbbing clit, pressing and rolling the swollen nub in tight, filthy circles.

"I... didn’t want to worry you. Mr. Jack is handling most of the details. We’re just... reviewing everything thoroughly."

[He’s going to make me cum again... under the desk... with my husband watching us talk about fake lawsuits... my clit is pulsing against his toes... I’m getting wetter... It’s going to drip onto the chair...]

I kept talking, layering on more fabricated legal jargon about liability clauses, precedent cases, and potential settlement ranges, all while my foot continued its vulgar work under the desk.

I pressed the tip of my toe directly against her clit and rubbed in tight, insistent circles, feeling how soaked and swollen she still was from squirting only minutes earlier.

Every time Yamamoto asked another question, I answered smoothly, never breaking eye contact with him, while under the desk I teased his wife’s exposed cunt without mercy.

Saki’s thighs trembled. A tiny, almost inaudible whimper tried to escape her throat; she swallowed it down hard, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hands shuffled the papers uselessly, creating the appearance of work while my toes kept stroking and pressing her clit, forcing her to sit there and take it in silence with her husband only a few feet away on the sofa.

[I can feel my juices coating his toes... he’s going to smell it later... Jack is such a bastard... rubbing my married clit like this while Yamamoto listens so seriously... I’m going to cum if he keeps going... I can’t... I can’t let myself cum right in front of my husband...]

I glanced at her briefly, still speaking in that calm lawyer’s voice.

"Mrs. Saki has been indispensable. Her attention to detail is... very thorough. She’s been quite... responsive to every point I’ve raised."

Under the desk, my toes rubbed harder, circling her clit with slow, filthy pressure, occasionally slipping lower to drag through her dripping folds before returning to the swollen nub.