Kyouko folded the last shirt neatly and placed it into the small overnight bag.
There wasn’t much to pack—just a few shirts and daily things.
After two long months...
Finally, Haruki would be discharged.
Kyouko’s lips curved into a quiet smile.
So many people had come to see him since he woke up.
Yamashita-san—his employer, and also her uncle by blood—had visited with silent warmth, offering Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive!
Her own family had come too.
Kenji. Keiko. Kazuma. Even Riko and Daichi.
They all treated Haruki as one of their own now.
Haruki was standing near the bed, adjusting his collar in the mirror with childlike excitement.
He looked healthy again. A little thinner—but smiling.
His eyes sparkled in a way she hadn’t seen in weeks.
She tilted her head slightly, smiling.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped forward... and leaned in—
pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Then he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
"Naughty~" Kyouko murmured with a graceful smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I know why you’re eager."
Haruki smirked, stepping in just a little closer—his voice dropping low near her ear.
"Today... I’m going to ravish you all night."
Kyouko chuckled softly, lowering her gaze for a moment before looking back up at him with a teasing glint.
"Do you really think you can?"
"You just got healed."
Haruki leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
"Then I’ll take my time..."
Kyouko’s breath hitched—but her smile never faded.
"Fine," she whispered, voice soft as silk.
"Just don’t cry when your legs give out before mine."
Kyouko walked beside Haruki to the hospital’s front reception, his small travel bag in hand.
She turned and bowed politely toward the nurses behind the counter.
"Thank you for everything," she said softly.
The nurses smiled back, some bowing, some simply nodding in return.
One whispered as they passed, "She’s so elegant..."
Haruki sat down on the nearby waiting bench, stretching his legs carefully—still moving slowly, but no longer fragile.
Kyouko stepped up to the counter with quiet confidence.
She took out the neatly prepared discharge documents, her movements calm and practiced.
The staff on duty didn’t ask much—most of them already knew her by face. She had been there every day.
While Haruki waited, he watched her from his seat.
The way she stood. The way she smiled.
Everything about her made him feel like he’d already come home.
Kyouko glanced back once, their eyes meeting.
She smiled quietly, then turned back to finish the last of the paperwork.
Inside Haruki’s mind...
Those curves... that waist... that ass—
I can’t wait to ravish her again.
He glanced toward the counter where Kyouko stood—calm, graceful, perfectly composed as always.
Her back was to him, her long hair falling down over her shoulder, her form outlined under the soft light.
Just hearing her moan...
Seeing her face when she cums... trembling, holding onto me like she’s falling apart...
After this... we don’t have to hide anymore.
They were both free now.
No more guilt, no more pretending.
And soon—after the waiting period ends—she’ll really be mine.
Legally. Publicly. Fully.
He smiled to himself.
I used to dream about this...
The day that old man—my ex-father-in-law—would finally let her go.
Now she was available.
Now all that was left was time.
And once that time passed—
I’m going to meet Mister Kitayama.
I’ll stand in front of him, bow properly, and tell him—
"I want to take your daughter in marriage."
Kyouko’s parents were good people.
He’d seen it—back in Okinawa, when they went on holiday together, drank together, laughed over dinner like a real family.
Kitayama might be intimidating... but he wasn’t unkind.
Haruki leaned back on the bench, eyes still on the woman who now meant everything to him.
Just wait a little longer, Kyouko...
As Haruki sat on the bench, his eyes still following Kyouko’s every graceful movement... a new thought quietly settled in his mind.
Maybe I should stop living in Tokyo.
This city held too many memories.
That cold house where everything was a lie.
He didn’t want to bring Kyouko back into that.
Not when they were finally free.
Maybe... we should start somewhere new.
Okinawa drifted into his mind.
He remembered the sea breeze.
The time he was sent there for training—overseeing the Yamashita branch office.
They have a branch there...
Yamashita Corporation wasn’t just Tokyo. It was spread wide across the country.
And Haruki had earned his place.
If he requested it... they would listen.
Maybe I should ask Mister Yamashita about that.
A soft smile tugged at his lips.
A small house by the ocean.
Kyouko in a light summer dress.
Just the two of them.
Gracefully walking back to him from the counter.
That smile on her lips...
Like sunlight on still water.
His eyes followed her without shame.
Her face—so beautiful it didn’t even feel real.
Those soft, full lips.
The kind that made him want to kiss her.
"Baby face," people had called it.
It was the face of someone who aged like a secret.
The kind of beauty that didn’t fade—but deepened.
Her curves—so natural, so feminine.
The way she walked... even that was poetry.
The dream girl he always wanted.
He thought Satomi was the answer.
That maybe marriage would fix the loneliness.
That maybe calling someone "wife" would make him feel like a man.
His marriage to Satomi wasn’t just sexless.
Two strangers living in the same house.
No warmth. No touch. No words that meant anything.
And everything changed.
For the first time...
He felt warmth in his chest.
And now—seeing her walk toward him with that smile, holding his documents, still calling him by name like it was something precious—