Stepping out of the villa's boundaries, Haruka Yuzan immediately wrapped an arm around madam's slender waist, reveling in the incomparably smooth touch.
Today, Reiko Onodera was dressed in a pale white floral skirt, with touches of green adorning the pristine fabric. While not as eye-catching as those young girls in shorts and miniskirts, Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
the mature aura unique to madam, set off by the floral skirt, seemed even more enticing. Her graceful figure, with its peaks and valleys, appeared taller and fuller... making one long to take a bite...
"Haru, Haruka, don't let others see..." Reiko Onodera murmured bashfully, her delicate and fair cheeks flushed with a charming, drunken red, head bowed, too shy to look at the young man.
Damn, madam's shy look made it really hard to keep one's composure!
"It's fine, Sister Reiko. We're not in the villa now. Out here, we're just an ordinary couple, right? What's wrong with a couple engaging in some intimate acts?"
Haruka Yuzan whispered into Reiko Onodera's ear, sounding like a bad influence leading a good family astray,
although others his age would dare only to fantasize about their art teachers, and blush talking to other girls. Yet with Haruka, it seemed like he had all the control...
At those words, Reiko Onodera's attention fixated on them, although she still didn't lift her head,
as if the act of indulging in such intimacy in public, as a student of Kokoku High, provoked a harsh inner rebuke. Even though they played far more daring games every day...
Still, the difference in status and age made madam unable to shake off the sense of inferiority deep in her heart.
Widow + Countryside + Daughter-in-tow... all these factors combined, forcing Reiko Onodera to keep her love deeply hidden, only expressing it when alone with Haruka Yuzan...
A soft mutter reached Yuzan's ears, causing him to smile wryly, bending down to closely examine that beautiful and fair face,
Reiko Onodera was still young, having just turned twenty-nine after her recent birthday. This age was the time to bloom, and even though she had the hint of a young matron about her, it was absolutely no issue to pass the two off as a couple...
It was just a romance with more than a decade's age difference...
The young man's voice was gentle, and Reiko Onodera instinctively lifted her head, "What's wrong, Haruka...?"
"Sister Reiko, take a look around."
"Look at the people."
"Look at their expressions."
"They're all envious of you and me..."
Indeed, even with a significant age gap, their high attractiveness as a couple still elicited deep envy from those around them.
Men envied Haruka, women envied Reiko Onodera.
"So, don't be nervous. No one here knows you or me, we can be ourselves..."
"Yeah, be ourselves."
His words seemed enchanting, stirring Reiko Onodera to gradually shed her sense of immoral shame and inferiority.
Raising her head, she truly resembled a girl head over heels in love, sweet and blissful,
"Thank you, Haruka...."
Reiko Onodera took the initiative to wrap her arm around Haruka's, pressing the upper half of her floral dress against him.
Enveloped in warmth, Yuzan could truly sense the advantages and strengths of a mature woman.
"Sister Reiko, you're so kind..."
Upon receiving the compliment, Reiko Onodera delightfully responded, resting her head on the young man's arm, the definition of his muscles through his short sleeves providing her with a profound sense of security.
"By the way, Sister Reiko, have you thought of a name for the café?"
"Eh, shouldn't Shimizu and Chiba be the ones to think of that?"
"Just help out with the ideas..."
"Hmm... I'll help, but I can't come up with any good names either..."
"Then... Sister Reiko, you can't slack off, you need to think hard..."
"I'm not slacking off, Haruka!"
In a light-hearted and pleasant atmosphere, the sweet couple strolled out of the neighborhood, heading towards the train station...
The sky, awash with blue and dotted with white clouds, looked so wonderful as if layered with a filter,
and the air seemed filled with a damp, hot scent, inducing a sticky feeling with just a bit of movement...
I heard from Arisugawa Hoshina that Spice Girl didn't have much to move and would hail a cab, but upon madam's suggestion, we opted for the train instead.
Naturally, the responsibility of being the protector fell upon Haruka Yuzan.
regardless of the time of day, any stop sandwiched into the schedule would, after just a couple of stops, swell to its capacity.
By the time Haruka Yuzan and Reiko Onodera boarded, there were no seats left, but the young man still led madam towards the corner.
After just one station, the train was packed tight.
But fortunately, madam was well protected by Haruka, his physical advantage coming to the fore at that moment.
Compared to the time he protected Shimizu, facing the seasoned allure of Reiko Onodera, Haruka Yuzan as her knight felt he might have overestimated his own restraint.
Their skins, already close, were pressed even tighter together by the press of bodies behind them.