The next morning.
The scent of grilled fish and miso filled the kitchen.
Kyouko stood by the counter, gently arranging the dishes.
Her movements were graceful, unhurried—like always.
But inside her, everything still trembled from last night.
Haruki had been relentless.
Ravishing her for hours… and only stopping near midnight.
She could still remember the moment clearly.
Her hands braced on the sill as Haruki held her hips and moved deep inside her.
Her breath fogging the glass.
Her legs nearly giving out.
And then..
The sound of Satoshi's car outside the gate.
Kyouko had frozen.
But Haruki hadn't stopped.
He held her tighter.
Whispered that he wasn't finished.
And kept moving.
She wanted to resist, but her body was already too lost.
She clung to him, heart racing, until he finally released inside her.
Then, with trembling fingers, she adjusted her blouse.
Composed her breath.
Smoothed her hair.
And walked to the front door like nothing had happened.
