Haruki watched her—silently, completely moved.
This is what I wanted.
Not just the pleasure.
Not just the secret nights.
But this.
A day where she could walk beside him.
Where she laughed without fear.
Where she leaned on his shoulder without guilt.
In his heart, he already knew:
He hadn't just fallen in love with her.
He had found the best partner he could ever ask for.
Not just someone beautiful.
Kyouko looked younger than Satomi.
More radiant.
Her skin glowed, smooth like silk, no signs of age.
Her figure—curved in all the right ways, graceful, elegant.
Her breasts full and firm beneath her blouse.
Her smile soft.
Her presence feminine in the truest, most delicate way.
And when they made love…
She was everything.
Tight.
Warm.
Responsive.
She climaxed so easily with him, yet never acted shameless.
Never begged. Never looked cheap.
She was his dream woman.
The kind every man quietly wanted but rarely found.
And beyond her body—there was loyalty.
