She lay before him, her body half-shadowed by the soft light of the bedside lamp.
Satoshi watched her.
For a moment, he simply stayed still—kneeling beside her, letting his gaze take in every detail.
She was young.
Still flushed from the kiss.
Her chest rose and fell gently beneath the fabric, her fingers curled nervously near her waist.
Her skin looked soft—fresh, untouched.
Her legs, drawn together modestly, peeked slightly beneath the hem of the dress.
There was something different here.
A kind of pure affection that clung to her every movement.
She looked up at him, wide-eyed. Waiting.
He leaned in—slowly.
First, he kissed her lips.
A soft return of what they'd shared before. Longer now. Warmer.
He could feel the faint tremble in her breath.
Then—
Her forehead.
A soft kiss pressed there like a seal. Gentle. Protective.
Her cheek.
Warm, smooth beneath his lips. He felt her exhale slightly.
And then—
Her neck.
