Haruki stepped closer, casually tossing aside the towel.
He stood right in front of her, his penis proudly standing, just inches from her lips.
Kyouko's breath caught slightly, her eyes flicking upward. Not just at what was in front of her, but at the man himself.
"Tell what?" Haruki asked with a faint grin, acting as if he didn't know.
"The outstation!" she snapped, flustered.
Haruki tilted his head slightly.
"Huh? I did tell you."
"When?!" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and impatience.
He smirked.
"During our sex."
Kyouko blinked, stunned.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm." He leaned in a little, his voice low and amused.
"But you were too busy moaning to hear me."
Her cheeks warmed again—not from shame, but from the undeniable truth in his words.
She looked away briefly, then back at him, her lips parting as if to speak—but her words tangled on her tongue.
