Reiko Onodera sat on the wooden desk, her fair legs slightly parted in a captivating pose.
The delicate and soft cherry blossoms slowly unfolded, their petals surrounded by crystal-clear morning dew, cool to the touch and unforgettable at a glance.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with tender affection as she murmured softly, "Have, have you seen enough?"
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Haruka Yuzan whispered, gently moving away her hand that covered the cherry blossoms, and slowly spoke.
Reiko Onodera's body quivered, she bit her red lip, letting out a murmur from her throat, seductive like flowing water.
Constantly igniting a fire within people's hearts.
Haruka Yuzan exhaled deeply, trying to calm the agitation in her heart, she kissed up Mrs. Onodera's thigh, moving higher.
Belly, slender waist, and those trembling fruits in the air, Haruka Yuzan tasted them one by one.
Reiko Onodera's eyes widened slightly, an incredible and enchanting look flashed across them. The tingling sensation made her unconsciously part her lush lips.
"Haru, Mr. Haruka, don't, don't do it here, there are people watching outside."
She complained coquettishly, her voice as soft as a whisper, so lingering it warmed one's core.
Haruka Yuzan kissed along the way, skipping over Mrs. Onodera's neck, and whispered hot breath near her earlobe, "Sister Reiko, you're not being honest."
"Your body has already responded to me, why is your mouth being so disobedient?"
The warm breath from the young man's mouth continuously caressed Mrs. Onodera's earlobe, Reiko Onodera couldn't help but shudder all over.
This feeling, it's somewhat hard to resist...
In the eyes brimming with the allure of spring water, ripples formed. Her hands pressed against Haruka Yuzan's shoulders, attempting a final resistance, feeble though it was...
It was enough to show the trace of her struggle.
But Haruka Yuzan didn't take it to heart, this degree of resistance was more like flirtation.
The cherry blossom petals were now completely wet with morning dew, layer after layer, the soft pink edges enclosed the tiny bud in the center.
With the cooperation of the two of them, the petals exuded a mist of dew, all completely soaked.
Even the muddy sensation on Haruka Yuzan's fingertips felt like walking beside the road, reaching up to touch cherry blossoms washed by the rain, soft and tender.
Reiko Onodera hummed softly, her eyes misted with a thin layer of water vapor.
She leaned on the office desk, her perky buttocks sinking into the edge of the desk, leaving a faint red mark, pitiful to the onlooker.
Haruka Yuzan grasped Mrs. Onodera's thigh and placed it around her waist, and then...
Reiko Onodera's eyes widened in disbelief.
In the coffee shop's office, a scene unfolded that one would only expect in candid photography or in a movie.
The office desk creaked and groaned.
Two shadows on the wall intertwined and merged, stirring one's emotions.
A warm breeze passed through the white sheer curtains, stirring the skirts of two young ladies.
Chiba Shimizu sat upright on a wooden chair, cupping a teacup, watching the ripples in the clear tea, determination flashing across her eyelids.
"I hope you will agree to my request."
Otome Mizuko was slightly startled.
"I won't compete with you for Haruka Yuzan."
"You're being so generous?"
"I have a condition."
"If, in the future, Haruka Yuzan does something to wrong you, please don't vent your anger on others."
Chiba Shimizu spoke calmly.
Otome Mizuko stared at her, her eyes inscrutable, and the girl seemed to revert to the composed, rational person she was months ago at the end of spring.
After a long while, she let out a laugh.
"Rest assured, without you, I believe Haruka will not do that."
Chiba Shimizu sighed in relief, "Good, tell me what you need me to do, transferring schools or moving out of the villa—it's all possible."
Otome Mizuko asked back.
Chiba Shimizu nodded.
"As long as it sets your mind at ease, I can do it."
Her voice was soft but resolute.
Otome Mizuko fell silent, then scoffed, "Well, since you've agreed to it, I'm willing to give you that trust."
Chiba Shimizu breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to leave the villa if there was any other option.
During her months in the villa,
she had fully adapted to life there, it was the only place since her mother's passing where she could relax.
Otome Mizuko not believing her, then Chiba Shimizu would take the initiative to move out.