"Haruki?"
"Yeah?"
Kyouko turned around, lifting her arms slowly. "Can you help me with this stretch? I don't really know how to do it."
She faced away from him, exposing the elegant curve of her back. Haruki stepped closer, placing his hands on her sides and slowly wrapping his arms around her from behind to support her posture.
His chest brushed against her back. As his hands moved upward to guide her arms, they grazed the side of her breast.
Soft...
Haruki swallowed hard, noticing how sweet she smelled, how softly her back pressed against his chest, and how her butt hovered near his crotch. He controlled his waist, pulling back a bit to ensure Kyouko didn't notice the hard erection straining against his pants.
She exhaled softly, her body relaxing against his chest.
It's just part of the exercise. Besides, Haruki's just helping me stretch~
Haruki glanced down, one hand holding hers up while the other rested on her waist. He could see her cleavage clearly from this angle.
That's some nice view.
Kyouko leaned slightly into him, her hands gently lowering as she held the stretch. She felt the firmness of his abs against her back and noticed his hands hugging her from behind to guide the next one.
Her lips parted slightly, a quiet breath slipping out as she felt his chest rise and fall against her.
It's been so long since I've felt embraced like this. Even if it's just part of the exercise.
I should feel tense, awkward. But I don't know why, with Haruki, I feel comfortable.
She felt Haruki's warm breath against her ear.
No~ He's just breathing, Kyouko. Not inhaling your scent, he's just panting from the workout.
It was meant to be simple stretching, but her mind began to drift.
What other stretches could we try? What excuse could I find... just to feel this again? I know it's not right, but we haven't crossed any lines.
"Haruki," Kyouko said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "can we try the front stretch? The one you showed me last time."
"Sure," he replied, wiping the light sheen of sweat from his brow.
She turned to face him. "Like this, right?" Kyouko raised both hands, leaning in gracefully.
Haruki nodded and stepped forward, guiding her arms with gentle fingertips trailing along her skin. The distance between them shrank. As he lifted her hands above her head, she tilted her chin up, close enough for him to catch her breath. Soft, warm, faintly sweet.
Haruki froze. Her lips hovered just inches away, delicate in shape, soft and full.
Damn, I really want to lean in and kiss her.
He adjusted her shoulder, her chest brushing against him. Her breathing stayed calm and controlled.
"Um… is this… okay?"
She met his eyes and smiled. "Mm."
Haruki's fingers slid to her wrists, guiding her arms upward once more. Her top lifted slightly with the motion, the fabric pulling taut across her chest. He couldn't help but notice the delicate curve of her cleavage, the faint sheen of sweat tracing her skin.
Haruki's breath caught at the lines of her body, the smoothness of her skin. Everything about her felt effortless, natural, quietly tempting.
Kyouko exhaled, her breath grazing his neck. "Am I doing this right?"
"Yes…" Haruki murmured, his voice low, eyes fixed on her cleavage.
Kyouko smiled, pretending to focus on the stretch while noticing his gaze locked on her body.
He really loves it? Does this mean this handsome young man thinks I'm still beautiful? This means it's proof, proof that I'm still desirable.
After the final set of stretches, Haruki exhaled deeply and leaned back against the wall, a towel draped loosely around his neck. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across his chest.
His breathing was steady, but his heartbeat wasn't racing from the workout.
It was from her.
Kyouko.
Every touch they'd shared still lingered in his mind, the warmth of her skin beneath his palms, the soft curve of her body brushing against his, the faint scent of her whenever she leaned close.
That was dangerous. And now I'm aroused and hard.
Haruki took a deep breath.
Control yourself, Haruki... control.
"You know, Haruki?" she said softly, her voice breaking the silence.
He turned his head toward her. "Yes, Kyouko-san?"
"We should do this more often." Her lips curved into a small, gentle smile.
Haruki let out a quiet laugh, brushing his damp hair back. "Yeah… I agree."
The easy, boyish smile that followed made Kyouko's heart flutter. It was simple, genuine, so natural it made him look even more handsome than usual.
Before she realized it, her body moved on its own. She stepped forward and slipped her arms around him.
"Thank you, Haruki."
He froze for a brief moment, then returned her embrace without hesitation.
"Don't worry about it, Kyouko-san." His voice softened. "I'm happy too."
( End Of Chapter )