I pulled her closer into a warm, tight hug, letting her cry against my chest. My hand stroked her back gently, slowly moving lower until it rested just above the curve of her plump ass.
"Oba-san… please don't cry like this. I don't remember everything clearly, but I could never hate you. Never."
Tomiko sobbed harder, her tears soaking into my shirt as her huge, soft tits pressed firmly against me. "But Jack… I'm the one who gave you the tea… I'm the one who couldn't control myself..."
I held her even tighter against me, my arms wrapping around her trembling frame like a protective shield. My lips brushed the top of her head in a soft, lingering kiss, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the salty trace of her tears.
"If it's anybody's fault, it's mine," I whispered, my voice low and steady. "It must have been me… even if the drugs clouded everything. And Oba-san, please—don't blame yourself. You had no idea what was in that tea. None of this is on you."
