"Hello... Mom~ is there something wrong?"
With her silver teeth gently biting her lip, Natsuha Shinomiyaa buried her head in the soft pillow, speaking in a muffled voice.
Natsuha really felt unwell at the moment... It was clearly a crucial point for her...
"Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to ask, Natsuha~ are you still planning to spend the night at a classmate's house?"
"Um... well~ I should be coming home tonight."
"Oh, I see. Do you need me to prepare dinner for you tonight?"
Watching Natsuha's back shimmering softly under the light, Ito Yoshito's eyes turned mischievous, and he suddenly smiled with ill intent.
"Mmhm"
"Natsuha?"
"No that's not necessary"
"Alright then. But..."
"But what, Natsuha? Why does your voice sound a bit breathless? What are you doing?"
"Nothing, nothing"
"I just burned my mouth while eating a sausage..."
Natsuha hugged the pillow tightly, her tone vague as she responded.
"Hehe~ Just take your time eating."
"Um... Mom, is there anything else?"
"No, just have fun at your friend's place, and don't forget to come home."
"Okay~ Mom~ I'm hanging up now."
"Alright, bye-bye."
"Bye-bye~"
Beep—beep—
The busy tone of the phone rang in her ears as Natsuha turned off the screen and tossed her phone back onto the bed, then turned her head to give Ito Yoshito a sultry glare.
"Yoshito, you really have a wicked mind~"
"Well, do you like it?"
Natsuha said nothing, burying her head once more in the pillow, biting it tightly, her mind blank.
As night fell, the hazy moonlight washed over the ground, and as she walked along the path,
Natsuha leaned against Ito Yoshito, feeling somewhat weary.
Today's exertion had exceeded her expectations significantly.
Even her usually supple body felt a bit sore now.
A refreshing breeze gently brushed through the dense grass by the roadside; the faint sounds of meowing echoed, as if the little kittens hiding in the grass were having their own secret date in the mysterious night.
"Yoshito, I'm home."
Arriving in front of a little building adorned with bright lights, Natsuha came to a stop and turned to face Ito Yoshito.
She flicked her bangs and, with her wine-red eyes brimming with tender emotions, gazed deeply into Yoshito's eyes.
"Hey, Yoshito, what do you think... what is our relationship now...?"
Facing Natsuha's expectant gaze, Yoshito placed his hands on her smooth shoulders and spoke with seriousness,
"Natsuha, will you be my girlfriend?"
At Yoshito's affirmative response, a blush spread across Natsuha's cheeks like a blooming flower. She flung herself into Yoshito's embrace, tightening her hold as if wanting to merge into his chest.
"Mm!"
Enfolding her slim waist, Yoshito's fingers gently tangled in her silky hair.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered his words.
"Natsuha..."
"Mm!"
Raising her head from his embrace, Natsuha nudged her forehead against Yoshito's chin, waiting quietly for his next words.
"Natsuha, you know... I... I have somewhat ambiguous relationships with several girls... so..."
"Mm?"
Realizing something felt off, Natsuha withdrew from Yoshito's embrace, her wine-red eyes deepening in hue.
"So… you want to be their girlfriends too? Gather them into your harem!"
"Hehe, Natsuha, you understand me well."
"Itou Yoshito! You big idiot! A heartless jerk!"
Natsuha's eyes turned red with anger, her soft hands clenched into fists as she pounded angrily against Yoshito, her heaving chest rising and falling more pronounced with each thrust.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot..."
Yoshito allowed Natsuha to continue her tirade, letting her vent her emotions.
After a year of getting to know each other, Yoshito was confident he understood Natsuha well; he knew she was trapped in his sweet trap and couldn't break free.
Gradually, as Natsuha's punches grew weaker, Yoshito saw his chance and seized her slender wrist, pulling her back into his embrace.
"Natsuha~"
Yoshito spoke softly, his warm breath gently caressing Natsuha's sensitive neck, his tender voice enveloping her like fluffy clouds, slowly softening her earlier defiance.
With a delicate touch, Yoshito lifted Natsuha's chin, his deep black eyes like a mysterious night sky filled with endless warmth.
Gazing into Yoshito's swirling eyes, Natsuha felt a tremor in her heart, her heart rate quickening while a blush crept across her cheeks.
Unconsciously, she rose to her toes, leaning toward his lips that were drawing nearer.
"Mmhm~!"
Yoshito, still proactive, seemed eager to unleash the passion that had yet to be fully expressed.
He subtly cracked open his eyes and watched Natsuha's blissful expression, her eyes tightly shut in a trance.
He had long sensed that, like Rina Tsushima and Reina Kurashiki, Natsuha was equally interested in intimate relations.
Once a girl like her takes the first forbidden step, she craves more, becoming even more passionate about love.
However, due to her upbringing in the Shinomiyaa family, Natsuha had become more reserved and modest, but her true nature hadn't changed; it simply lay hidden deeper within her.
The more she concealed it, the more her desires accumulated. Once conquered, Natsuha would likely be even more obedient than Rina and Reina, more ready to let go.
"Natsuha"
"Hum"
"Natsuha, be a good girl and listen to me."
"Hum~"
With a silent chuckle, Yoshito once more lifted her chin, encouraging Natsuha to raise her head higher, gazing into her eyes that sparkled like rippling water, as if their souls were intertwining, reluctant to break free.
Leaning down gently, Yoshito once again kissed Natsuha, who wrapped her fair arms around his neck, reciprocating affectionately.
In the night sky, the brilliant moon hung in the air, quietly hiding behind a thin veil of clouds, leaving only a soft glow, shyly watching the young couple whose passion was rising in the middle of the street.
After bidding farewell to Natsuha, Yoshito made his way home.
As the night mist thickened, he passed a small park where the evening breeze rustled the trees, creating a gentle symphony of nature that played a soothing night melody.
Yoshito paused to enjoy the moment of tranquility, but just as he was about to leave, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a figure.
Under the old streetlight, the dappled light filtering through the interwoven leaves danced upon a small wooden bench, where a beautiful silhouette sat quietly.
Dressed in a loose gray dress, her figure appeared alluringly curvy, accentuating her mature and full silhouette.
Her slim waist had a slight softness, which, rather than appearing bulky, gave off a rich maturity.
Her delicate black silk legs lay gracefully together, her hands resting on her thighs, staring blankly at a vibrant flowerbed ahead.
Perhaps she was appreciating the beauty of the flowers that still bloomed in the night. Yet, when Yoshito approached, she showed no sign of awareness; her vacant and distant eyes revealed that this beautiful woman was not focused on the flowers at all.
"Mrs. Takahara..."
Hearing a familiar voice, Kasumi Takahara blinked slightly, her distant thoughts starting to gather as she raised her head and stared blankly at Yoshito for a while before regaining her senses.
She quickly stood up to return the greeting.
"Mr. Ito, hello."
"Mrs. Takahara, why are you sitting here in the park so late?"
"Oh, it's nothing…"
With a flick of her hair, Kasumi tightened her grip on her handbag, her gaze unconsciously drifting toward the bag resting on the bench.
Ito Yoshito, who had been paying attention to Kasumi all along, naturally noticed this and followed her gaze to the bag beside them.
"What's this...?"
"That's rice my mom asked me to bring back from our hometown." Upon mentioning her parents, a hint of light appeared in Kasumi's eyes. "I just got a little tired carrying it and decided to rest here in the park for a bit."
"I see... Mrs. Takahara, why didn't you ask your husband to help you with that? The rice looks pretty heavy; it must be difficult for you to carry it alone."
"My husband... he's quite busy..."
The light in her eyes dimmed again as Kasumi's tone involuntarily turned low.
Perhaps she herself hadn't realized it; she was too focused on explaining her husband's situation.
In any case, it was a family matter and not meant to be shared with outsiders.
"..."
The May evening breeze was not cold, yet it brushed against Kasumi's skin, causing goosebumps to rise as she hugged herself and shivered slightly.
'It's so cold…'
"Mrs. Takahara..."
A warm breath brushed against her face. Kasumi looked up to find Yoshito just 30 centimeters away, leaning in close.
In a moment of surprise, Kasumi felt warmth enveloping her as a cozy jacket was draped over her shoulders.
She gazed at the woman who should have been mature and beautiful, but who appeared now pale and sentimental.
Yoshito couldn't help but tighten the coat around her, hoping to provide her with some warmth.
"Mrs. Takahara, the night isn't safe; you should go home..."
The thin clouds began to drift away into the distance, the night deepening, and the luminous moonlight poured over Yoshito's face, softening his handsome features and casting a faint halo of warmth around him.
As Kasumi gazed at Yoshito, the warmth flooded through her once-cold heart, reminding her of the comfort she had missed since realizing something was off with her husband and daughter.
Her alluring eyes turned red, and with a gentle bow of her head, she spoke softly, her voice layered with a hint of tears.
At that moment, the mature woman appeared fragile, like a delicate flower, drawing pity and affection from those who saw her.
On impulse, Yoshito reached out with his large hand and gently brushed Kasumi's delicate cheeks, where age had left no significant marks, her skin remaining smooth and youthful.
Wiping away the clear tears that dripped from her reddened eyes, Yoshito's voice became even softer.
"Mrs. Takahara, let's go home."
For days, she had kept her feelings bottled up, unable to share them with anyone, and the accumulated frustration and grievances finally burst forth, pressing against her tear ducts as tears streamed down unhindered.
As she fell into Yoshito's warm embrace, Kasumi wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
"Wuwuwu..."
It was as if she had found a safe harbor, with Kasumi softly weeping, repeatedly murmuring,
"Why does this have to be done to me...?"
"Why betray me...?"
Such words spilled from her lips, soaking Yoshito's clothes, but he didn't mind.
One hand gently stroked through Kasumi's hair, all the way to the enormous bow; the other hand softly patted her back, offering her tender comfort.
On the quiet street, streetlights hung high on the telephone poles, weaving intertwined shadows on the ground.
Kasumi slightly bowed her head; to better wear the oversized coat, she held her handbag in one hand, her delicate fingers fidgeting to alleviate her inner shyness and awkwardness.
'Honestly... Mr. Ito is the one who needs to be taken care of. I'm much older now; why can't I control my emotions and ended up crying in front of him!'
Recalling how she had just clung to Yoshito, sobbing, Kasumi felt an intense heat rise within her, embarrassment flooding over her.
However, after that emotional release, Kasumi found the burdens that had weighed down her chest for days lightened significantly.
"Mrs. Takahara..."
Walking alongside Kasumi while holding the bag of rice, Yoshito softly called out to her.
"Mm..."
Responding softly, Kasumi remained somewhat bashful. After a pause, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she spoke quietly.
"Mr. Ito... if you don't mind, you can call me by my name..."
Her voice was almost inaudible but felt as smooth as silk, stirring Yoshito's emotions and sending ripples of warmth within his heart.
"Well then... Mrs. Kasumi... why don't you call me by my name too?"
"Yoshito..."
"..."
In the chilly night, the silent street seemed to grow warmer as time passed.
'Ah! What's happening to me? I used to get along so well with Yoshito! Why do I feel even more awkward now that our relationship has improved?'
To break this tense and slightly warm atmosphere, Kasumi asked,
"Um... Yoshito, did you want something when you called me back earlier...?"
"Um... I just wanted to say, Mrs. Kasumi, if you have any worries in the future, you can come to me to talk. Don't keep everything bottled up inside; it's not good for you."
Puff~
A flicker of an unreal flame ignited; Kasumi's cheeks seemed to exude heat, burning hot with her heart racing like a drum.
'Why does it feel like I'm in a romantic relationship...?'
Shaking her head to dispel the unrealistic thoughts, Kasumi softly replied.
"Mm... yes~"
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