Haruki didn't need more than a second.
The moment Kyouko disappeared inside, he was up—grinning like a man possessed.
He chased her into the house, steps light, heart pounding, heat still humming from their kisses outside.
And then he saw her.
Right by the front window.
Just beside the door.
She was standing there, stretching again—intentionally bent over slightly, her hands resting on the windowsill as if casually checking the street outside.
"Kyouko…"
She didn't look back.
But her hips shifted—slowly, deliberately.
Then, with one fluid motion, she slid her pants down, just enough to reveal everything to him.
"Still want just the tip~?" she whispered, her voice teasing and calm.
Haruki moved behind her, hands already reaching for her waist.
But just before he could touch her—
She spoke again, tone suddenly serious beneath the play.
"Don't go wild, Haruki. We're near the front. I can see the gate from here. If they come home—"
"I'll stop. Promise."
