Haruki made his way down to the living room.
He slumped onto the couch and exhaled deeply.
All I needed to do… was endure it.
His erection throbbed hard after seeing Kyouko like that. Her completely naked body, combined with the sound of rain still falling outside, only made things worse.
He leaned back, throwing his head against the cushion.
His mind tried to escape it, but the image of Kyouko in the mirror, those soft curves, her pink nipples, the way she quietly inspected herself, kept replaying over and over.
Haruki could feel his shaft throbbing for release.
It was impossible to forget. Not after seeing her like that. Her perfect body, the smooth skin, those curves, that ass.
Shit... if only Satomi didn't insist on living here, this wouldn't be happening in the first place.
He closed his eyes.
Even if I ask to have sex with Satomi, I doubt she would even let me.
She's been brushing it off for a long time.
Every time I ask for sex, it's always the same answer: tired, busy with work, maybe tomorrow.
The same excuses, over and over. Does she forget I'm her husband? And that I'm a man? I know sex isn't everything, but it should be at least once a month.
And now my dick was hard like this. I'd managed to hold it for so long. And now, I was here, already this hard.
Haruki sat there, lost in thought, his eyes unfocused as the rain whispered outside.
He didn't notice that Kyouko had already descended the stairs and was nearby.
"Haruki-kun?"
No response.
"Haruki?"
Kyouko tilted her head slightly. He looked distant, his expression unreadable, perhaps lost in the rain.
"Haruki?" she called again, this time reaching out to tap his shoulder gently.
"—!!"
Haruki flinched, his body tensing for a moment before he turned toward her.
She smiled softly, stepping a little closer. "Tired?"
"Um… a-a… not really."
"You looked like you were thinking deeply."
"Ah, no… just… enjoying the sound of the rain," he said, trying to sound casual.
He stole a glance at Kyouko, who wore a modest, soft cotton dress. She leaned forward slightly to peek at his face, the gentle dip of her neckline offering Haruki a glimpse of her cleavage, a sight she didn't realize she was giving.
"I was about to make some hot drinks. Do you want some?"
"Y-yeah… sure."
"Okay." She turned toward the kitchen, her dress shifting with each step, subtle, graceful, hugging her waist and hips in ways that made it impossible for Haruki not to notice.
Stay calm. Don't think too much, Haruki told himself as he followed Kyouko and settled at the dining table.
He glanced toward the kitchen, where Kyouko was preparing their hot drinks.
The sound of the rain made his shaft even harder.
The image of Kyouko naked, standing in front of the long mirror, was burned into his mind.
He couldn't believe it. Her pussy was clean and natural, not shaved. Even if the glimpse from the mirror hadn't been too clear, he could see she had no hair down there.
"Haruki?"
He blinked when Kyouko called from the kitchen.
"Ah... yes, Kyouko-san?"
She turned to face him, holding a spoon and smiling softly in the warm kitchen light.
"Green tea? Or just regular tea?"
"Umm…" He cleared his throat. "Coffee, if that's okay."
Kyouko let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Coffee it is."
Haruki smiled at that soft, girlish laugh. It was soothing, melodic, and beautiful.
He watched as Kyouko hummed softly while preparing the coffee—pouring hot water into the mugs, stirring gently, before bringing two over.
She placed a mug in front of him. Haruki gave her a small nod and a quiet "thank you" before taking a sip.
Wow... her coffee was perfect. How does she know I love it bitter like this?
She glanced at him briefly, then looked down at her cup.
"Haruki?"
He looked up, halfway through his second sip. "Hmm?"
There was a pause.
Kyouko smiled faintly. "Oh… nothing."
Haruki blinked. "Okay, Kyouko-san."
But for some reason, he couldn't help smiling as he watched her, not because of anything she'd said, but because of the quiet settling between them.
The kind of quiet you could only share with someone who put you at ease.
If only she knew how attractive she really was.
He took another sip, his eyes dropping to the cup.
I don't know if I could hold on to this feeling I have right now.
( End Of Chapter )