"Hmm?" she murmured, still curled against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles over his skin.
She lifted her head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully. "What~?"
His lips parted... but nothing came out.
He didn’t know how to say it.
Didn’t know why it even bothered him so much.
Maybe it was nothing.
But every time he pictured her outside—wearing that tight outfit again, her leggings clinging to her thighs, that sleeveless top showing just a peek of cleavage, her smooth skin glowing in the sunlight—it made something burn quietly inside him.
And even though he didn’t know if anyone had looked at her like that today... he couldn’t stop imagining it.
A stranger glancing too long at her legs.
A passing man noticing the curve of her waist.
Someone, anyone, seeing what should only be his.
Just stared at the ceiling.
But Kyouko... felt it.
Her lips curved into a small smile as she pressed herself closer—still completely naked, warm and soft against his skin. Her breasts brushed lightly over his chest as she slid up slightly, her thighs wrapping around his side.
Her lips met his in a slow, lingering kiss. No teasing. Just closeness.
Then she pulled back, smiling gently.
"Okay~" she whispered.
Haruki blinked, caught off guard by how easily she’d read him.
Kyouko rested her head back against his shoulder, her body still tangled with his.
Inside her mind, the thought came clearly... quietly.
She didn’t mind if Haruki didn’t want her wearing sexy outfits outside.
Because her beauty wasn’t for anyone else anymore.
Kyouko shifted slowly, moving on top of him, her bare thighs straddling his waist with practiced grace. She leaned forward, letting her full breasts press softly against his face.
Haruki inhaled without hesitation—deep, slow, letting her scent fill him. His lips found her skin instinctively, brushing across the soft swell of her breast before gently closing around her nipple.
"Hmm?" he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin.
She giggled quietly, fingers stroking through his hair.
"Can you buy me a dress? A beautiful one?"
He pulled back just slightly, his mouth still close to her breast, eyes half-lidded with warmth.
"Not just one, you know~" she teased.
"I don’t mind," he said, sliding his hands up her waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. "How about we go now?"
Kyouko blinked, amused. "But I only have that tight outfit~ right now~"
Haruki’s fingers stilled on her hips.
His eyes trailed down... then up again, taking in her completely nude form above him.
"You want to put that on again... and walk outside?" he asked, voice low.
She smiled, leaning closer, pressing her breasts gently back to his face.
Her voice was soft, almost sleepy.
Kyouko lay on top of him, her body resting against his completely, their skin pressed together in a slow afterglow haze. His hand caressed the curve of her bare butt, fingers lazily moving in soft circles. Their lips kept brushing—kissing slowly, again and again, like neither wanted to stop.
"You happy ?" she asked quietly, her voice muffled as she kissed the edge of his jaw.
"Yes... I am," he whispered, without hesitation.
Kyouko kissed him again—longer this time. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body melting into his like she belonged there.
"But..." she whispered between breaths.
Haruki’s fingers paused.
He tilted his head, lips grazing her cheek. "Hmm?"
"Nothing... it’s just..."
His hand slid up her back slowly. "What?"
Kyouko pressed her forehead against his, her breath brushing his lips.
"If only we could hold hands outside," she whispered. "Like normal people..."
Haruki’s eyes softened.
"No..." she said gently, shaking her head. "What if someone sees? What if they tell Satoshi... or Satomi?"
Just the soft hum of the ocean wind outside the window.
Then Haruki spoke again, his voice calm.
"Not in Tokyo," he said. "But outside...?"
Not where eyes followed them.
But somewhere else...
Somewhere just for them.
Kyouko blinked, eyes warm.
Then she kissed him again.
"Hmm?" she murmured, still resting on top of him, cheek against his chest.
Haruki’s hand slid slowly down her back, squeezing her soft butt again.
She laughed, breath warm on his skin.
"Not now~ big boy... I’m still tired. You’re a beast..."
"Cannot?" he teased, kissing the top of her head.
"No~" she giggled, squirming in his arms. "I’m going home. I need to change into something more casual... You don’t want other people to see me in something sexy again, right~?"
Haruki hesitated for a second.
"...Yes," he said quietly. "If you don’t mind."
Kyouko lifted her head, smiling.
"Hmm? Why’d you say it like that?"
He met her eyes, his voice softer now.
"I don’t want to stress you. Other people might think I’m... controlling you."
She stared at him for a long second.
Then leaned in and kissed him gently—once, right on the lips.
"No~" she whispered against his mouth. "I also don’t want anyone else to see."
She kissed him again, slower.
"I wore that outfit just for you, you know~"
Haruki’s arms wrapped tighter around her as his heart thudded hard in his chest.
And in that moment, the tension melted.
And more than that...
"Hmm?" she murmured, her fingers still brushing softly across his chest, her body tucked comfortably against his side.
Haruki turned his head, eyes on her.
"Let’s go on a date."
Then lifted her head slowly to look at him.
"Now?" she asked, a little amused.
Her eyes shifted toward the small clock on the nightstand.
"We don’t have enough time if you really want to visit the whole Okinawa, you know~"
He gave a lazy grin. "Then... just a little bit?"
She stretched slowly, her bare chest brushing against his arm as she sighed.
"A small date, hmm..." she whispered, eyes narrowing playfully.
Haruki stayed quiet, watching her.
Not in bed this time.
As if they were normal.
As if they could walk together, hand in hand, just once.
Kyouko’s smile softened.
She could feel it—his silent longing.
And even if they only had an hour... even if it was just the two of them and the rest of the world couldn’t know...
She didn’t mind granting it.