Hiro decided that the smartest move was to first earn Tatsunobu's trust. If he wanted to take advantage of this family, he needed the husband himself to open the door for him.
Dinner proceeded normally. Hiro spoke humbly about his "lessons" with Shizuku, praised Akari's cooking, and listened attentively to everything Tatsunobu said about his work as a distribution company manager. Little by little, the conversation became more relaxed.
When they finished the main course, Tatsunobu invited Hiro to his office while pouring some wine. Akari stood up to bring dessert.
Hiro and Tatsunobu got along very well. If nothing extraordinary happened, he knew he could continue being Shizuku's tutor.
But that wasn't what Hiro was looking for.
As if by accident, he lightly knocked his glass of red wine with his elbow. The dark red liquid spilled across the table and fell directly onto the white carpet in the dining room.
"Oh, how clumsy of me!" Tatsunobu exclaimed with a nervous and embarrassed laugh.
"Akari, darling, could you clean this up before it stains too much?" he said, reassuring Hiro, who appeared very embarrassed.
Akari sighed in resignation but smiled sweetly.
"Of course, just a moment."
She crouched down in front of the table, with her back to the two men, and began cleaning the carpet with a cloth. As she bent over, her black dress tightened perfectly against her body, accentuating her waist and making her enormous, round ass rise provocatively. The fabric stretched so tightly that the lines of her panties were clearly visible.
Hiro didn't look away.
His eyes locked shamelessly onto that generous, round, and perfect ass. The way it moved as Akari scrubbed the carpet made his cock start to harden under the table.
Tatsunobu, sitting beside him, noticed the direction of his gaze perfectly. He didn't say anything at first. He simply watched in silence as Hiro stared at his wife's ass with open desire.
After a few seconds, Tatsunobu spoke in a low voice, almost as if testing the waters:
"…She's beautiful, isn't she?"
Hiro didn't pretend to be surprised or embarrassed. He turned his head slightly toward Tatsunobu and answered with complete honesty, though keeping a calm tone:
"She is. Very beautiful. She has an ass that… is very hard to ignore."
Tatsunobu swallowed hard. His cheeks flushed red, but it wasn't just embarrassment. There was a strange gleam in his eyes. Excitement.
Akari continued crouching, unaware of the conversation happening behind her back, scrubbing the carpet with more force.
Tatsunobu lowered his voice even more, almost whispering:
"…I don't blame you for looking. I myself… sometimes can't stop doing it."
Hiro smiled faintly, understanding that the hook had worked.
"Then we are two men with good taste," he replied naturally. "Though I must admit it's a little hard for me to behave when she bends over like that."
Tatsunobu let out a nervous laugh but didn't deny it. On the contrary, his eyes returned to his wife's ass as she finished cleaning.
When Akari stood up and went to the kitchen to throw away the cloth, Tatsunobu leaned slightly toward Hiro and spoke in a very low voice:
"You're either very brave or very bold to say those things about my wife." Tatsunobu pretended to be angry, frowning and crossing his arms.
Hiro looked him straight in the eyes without hesitation.
"I don't see the point in pretending. Your wife is an incredibly attractive woman. And your daughter… is also very beautiful. It would be hypocritical to say I haven't noticed."
Tatsunobu remained silent for a few seconds. His breathing had become slightly heavier. Finally, with a trembling but curious voice, he asked:
"And… what would you think if I told you that… I don't mind if you look?"
Hiro smiled like a demon. He had planted a seed that had already begun to sprout.
He knew the man's fetishes — the kind of man who would later openly ask another man to fuck his wife.
And he had even paid for it.
"I would think we are more alike than I imagined, Tatsunobu-san." A meaningful look appeared on Hiro's face and his eyes began to shine. "And I think we could become very good friends."
Tatsunobu's eyes narrowed, but he unknowingly started to smile. He raised his glass of wine and toasted.
At that moment Akari returned with dessert. The conversation returned to normal topics, but the air between Hiro and Tatsunobu had changed completely. It was no longer just a polite dinner.
Both began to open up to each other about personal matters.
Although it might seem silly, Hiro enjoyed the conversation.
Tatsunobu was the only man he could feel comfortable with since arriving in this world.
He didn't have to put up barriers or suspicions. The man was impotent and only got excited when he saw his women being taken by someone else.
He would never desire his own women because he couldn't fuck them. He wasn't a typical NTR villain, nor was he an immature boy like his few classmates.
Besides… he was just as perverted and corrupt as Hiro was.
They practically complemented each other.
Tatsunobu wanted to see his women getting fucked, and Hiro wanted nothing more than to fulfill those desires.
Hiro bragged about his conquests and how he had fucked them, while Tatsunobu shared his hot stories from his youth.
They got along extremely well, and within minutes they seemed like old friends who had reunited after a long time apart.
Akari-san arrived a while later and smiled when she saw their good dynamic. She knew it was safe for Hiro to continue working as Shizuku's tutor, and that made her happy.
The hours passed, and slowly the wine began to take effect on Tatsunobu's body.
Many of his inhibitions started to disappear until, at one point, he said exactly what Hiro had been waiting for since he arrived at the Hatsufuji home:
"Hiro… what do you think about the idea… of getting a little closer to Akari?"