"So, can you accompany Sensei this weekend, Yoshito-kun? … as my boyfriend..."
Miwa Shirakawa's voice grew softer with each word, sounding as faint as a mosquito. "Of course! If you're busy, Yoshito-kun, just pretend I didn't say anything..."
Looking up at the still-bright red light, Yoshito Ito reached out and gently held Miwa Shirakawa's soft little hand. "Miwa-nee, you're really cute."
"What are you talking about," she said, fluttering her eyelashes and shyly cupping her cheeks.
"Miwa-nee, don't worry. I'll take care of this. I won't embarrass you."
"Hmm~ There's no need to be so serious. It's just a meeting with that gentleman."
As night fell, the glow of the red light illuminated Miwa Shirakawa's face, casting a rosy hue. It was hard to tell if it was her blush or the light.
From Yoshito Ito's perspective, this was the most beautiful night scene on the street.
...
The night breeze brushed gently, and the lush green grass stretched under the splendid starry sky, swaying its delicate body to the rhythm of rustling tree branches, performing a nocturnal dance.
"Yoshito-aniki." ×2
Walking along a small path lined with vibrant greenery, Yoshito Ito spotted two familiar figures beneath a building in the distance: Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao.
They were excitedly waving their hands and jogging towards Yoshito Ito, calling out his name loudly.
"Ueda, Matsushita, good evening."
"Yoshito-aniki, good evening!" ×2
As they approached, Yoshito Ito nodded gently at them.
"Yoshito-aniki, I'm honored that you could come to my house as a guest."
Matsushita Masao scratched his head, a goofy smile on his face.
"It's just a visit. Besides, you helped Natsuha out, and I haven't had the chance to thank you."
"Humph! Last time, we didn't get there in time. Otherwise, those thugs wouldn't even have had a chance to provoke Big Sister."
Ueda Moze rubbed his fists together, as if still reliving that dramatic fight, which had been one of their best achievements since embarking on their delinquent journey.
"Oh, right, Yoshito-nii, let's go upstairs. I'm the only one home today."
"Yeah, let's go."
Chatting casually, Yoshito Ito made his way to the building where Matsushita Masao lived.
'Hmm?' Standing downstairs, Yoshito Ito glanced over at the lawn and then looked up at the somewhat familiar balcony above. 'Mrs. Kimura seems to live in this building as well, right?'
Although he had passed by here several times, he hadn't paid much attention to the distinguishing features of the place.
"Hey, Matsushita."
"What is it, Yoshito-aniki?"
Listening to Ueda Moze bragging nearby, Matsushita Masao chuckled. Suddenly hearing Yoshito Ito call him, he turned his head, looking puzzled.
"Is there a resident named Kimura in your building?"
"Kimura?" Rubbing his chin, Matsushita Masao thought for a moment, then suddenly punched his left palm with his right fist.
"I remember now. That beautiful lady is indeed named Kimura."
"What's up? Yoshito-nii, do you know Mrs. Kimura?"
"Yeah."
...
"...I just ran into a few clueless guys while part-time working late one night, and I had to teach them a lesson."
Boys often chat about a few common topics: girls, games, food… or nonsense that lacks substance.
Anyway, they go on about whatever comes to mind, and naturally, they tend to embellish their stories a bit.
With Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao always leaning towards exciting delinquent tales, and considering Yoshito Ito's experience with some thugs, he joined in their conversation, reminiscing about his past encounters.
"Yoshito-aniki~ Next time, let's go out at night to uphold justice!"
"Definitely next time."
Looking up at the clock, realizing it was getting late, Yoshito Ito stood up to bid farewell to Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao.
"Ueda, Matsushita, it's getting late, I should head home."
"Alright, Yoshito-aniki. We'll walk you to the door."
Ueda Moze and Matsushita Masao also stood up and headed to the entrance, ready to put on their shoes.
"Just here is fine."
Waving his hand, Yoshito Ito stopped them and headed towards the stairs.
"See you!"
"Goodbye, Yoshito-aniki." ×2
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In the woven tapestry of night, the bright moonlight acted like an elegant painter, gently spreading her soft silver brushstrokes, penetrating the window and silently slipping into the dark, quiet stairwell.
"Tap tap"
In the silent stairwell, only Yoshito Ito's gentle footsteps could be heard.
'Mrs. Kimura seems to live on the third floor. Should I go take a look?... Never mind, it's so late.' Standing quietly for a moment at the top of the third-floor stairs, Yoshito Ito eventually abandoned the thought and prepared to head down.
"Creak!"
At that moment, the stairwell door suddenly opened, and a mature woman appeared, holding a bag of garbage in both hands. Her lush figure leaned slightly forward, wobbling as she entered the stairwell.
The garbage seemed a bit heavy, and the woman struggled a little to carry it, her slender arms squeezing her soft curves into a tempting shape.
This alluring scene instantly dazzled Yoshito Ito, causing a warmth to rise to the tip of his nose.
"Hey!"
Kimura Yumiko struggled to set the garbage bag down when she suddenly noticed a tall shadow on the floor. Looking up, she saw a familiar figure from her dreams standing before her.
"..."
Light and shadow intertwined, each ray of light seemed delicate, like silk threads, gently draping a silver veil over Kimura Yumiko.
Yoshito Ito found himself captivated by the charm emanating from the mature woman before him.
Her chestnut-colored ponytail fell over one shoulder, the ends brushing against her alluring curves.
She wore a cool white shirt with a pink apron, the thin straps barely supporting her ample fullness.
Her slightly rounded belly gracefully framed her slender waist, holding her soft and shapely figure.
The fullness of her curves stretched the black fitted mini-skirt tight, while her long, toned legs and delicate feet clad in slippers added to her charm, her pink toes resembling tiny snowballs.
"Yoshito-kun?"
With a flutter of her enchanting eyes, Kimura Yumiko felt uncertain if this was truly a dream, especially since her husband had been away recently.
Lonely at night, she found herself often recalling the handsome, tall youth, deeply infatuated with his strong physique.
A person thinks of something during the day and dreams of it at night. As a result, every night lately, after exhausting herself in routine activities, that handsome boy would appear in her dreams, roughly pinning her down.
Which is why she had been feeling a bit troubled lately, needing to wash an extra piece of clothing every day!
Perhaps it was Kimura Yumiko's irresistible allure, the charm of a soft, sultry woman that perfectly struck a chord in Yoshito Ito's heart, causing him to stare at her in a daze, forgetting to respond.
Moonlight flowed like water, gently streaming over the worn patterns of the old wooden staircase, caressing every inch of its weathered surface.
Shadows softened and deepened under the guidance of the light, the quiet stairwell taking on a hazy mist.
The poetic dialogue between light and shadow seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality and dreams, leaving Kimura Yumiko momentarily bewildered.
'He hasn't replied... it must be a dream!'
Gently biting her lips and feeling the warmth spreading across her skin, Kimura Yumiko's eyes sparkled, her seductive glance almost drawing him in.
'It's so hot. Am I buried in blankets in real life?'
Lifting her chin, she gazed at Yoshito Ito's increasingly gentle, handsome face under the moonlight, wisps of hair brushing lightly in the breeze, revealing his clear, star-like eyes filled with warmth and tenderness.
The boy's straight nose and enticing lips curved into a soft smile, his thin lips seeming to beckon for a kiss from the older woman.
'Truly, he's captured my heart completely.'
Kimura Yumiko slowly moved closer to Yoshito Ito, her movements incredibly gentle, as if afraid to accidentally shatter this beautiful dream.
Extending her fair hand, she lightly touched his strong bare arm protruding from the T-shirt, feeling the firm lines and warm temperature within her. Kimura Yumiko couldn't help but feel introspective.
'What a wonderfully real dream!'
Gently wrapping her arms around Yoshito Ito's strong waist, her soft body melted into his broad embrace. Her small head rested against his solid chest, feeling his gradually quickening heartbeat and warm breath. She extended her delicate tongue, licking her slightly dry lips, the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth shimmering with an alluring glow.
'So many times in dreams, Yoshito-kun takes the lead. While I enjoy his dominance, this dream feels so clear...'
"I should really immerse myself in this experience"
"Whaaat...?"
"Hmm"
Standing on tiptoe, with seductive eyes, her cherry lips slightly parted, inhaling the distinct, rich fragrance that was uniquely Mrs. Kimura, akin to a luscious peony.
She pressed her lips against Yoshito Ito's, the significant weight of feeling eliciting a comfortable groan from him.
"Muah♥"
Her body felt like it was ablaze, radiating a fiery essence, as she buried her face in Yoshito Ito's embrace, the swirling warmth making Kimura Yumiko feel an unprecedented dizzying rush, a void in her thoughts.
'His muscles are so hard, much stronger than A-Jun's...'
"..."
The shadows danced in the night, and the moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating Yoshito Ito's stunned face.
Yoshito Ito blinked his eyes, his confusion gradually melting into a passionate flame under Kimura Yumiko's fervor.
The hardness of his muscles tightened even further in her soft embrace, his fitted clothing sounding like it was moaning in compliance.
The softness on his lips was sweet as honey, making Yoshito Ito close his eyes lightly in response, his wide palm gently cradling her plump waist that felt just right in his grip.
'Mrs. Kimura...'
Unlike Takahara-san, who was as soft and pliable as a little lamb, allowing Yoshito Ito to play as he wished, at this moment, Kimura Yumiko felt like a snake awakening from hibernation, starved and greedy, filled with primal aggression.
Greed never satisfies...
Having tasted the flavor of the handsome youth, Kimura Yumiko was aware that something was off, yet having kissed him... she might as well...
One minute...
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
Fifteen minutes... All the doubts in her heart faded under the sweet assault from the handsome youth, transforming into tiny ripples that vanished in the vast ocean of her delight.
Kimura Yumiko clenched Yoshito Ito's firm waist tightly, drunkenly savoring his warmth.
After twenty minutes, the hazy silver veil in the stairwell grew darker, as if the moonlight, too shy, quietly withdrew into the shadows.
"Woah~"
As their lips parted, Kimura Yumiko lay weakly in Yoshito Ito's arms, gasping for air.
The mix of Yoshito Ito's light scent of sweat made the flush on Kimura Yumiko's cheeks linger a long time.
She extended her delicate fingers, gently wiping her lips, feeling a sizzling sensation at the touch. If she pouted at this moment, her flamboyant, fiery red lips would resemble a perfect blend of Western makeup, voluptuous and seductive.
"Mrs. Kimura..."
Gently squeezing the soft flesh at Kimura Yumiko's waist, Yoshito Ito rested his chin gently on top of her head, catching the scent of her shampoo—blending the fragrant jasmine with her alluring, matured essence.
Upon hearing Yoshito Ito's soft murmur, Kimura Yumiko, who was nestled in his embrace, felt a tremor in her heart as she began to realize things didn't feel right.
The night breeze slipped through the window, gently brushing the thin layer of fragrant sweat that had gathered on Kimura Yumiko's smooth skin, sending a shiver through her that pulled her from her daze.
'Oh no... this doesn't feel like a dream!'
Kimura Yumiko couldn't lift her head, her flushed lips trembling as a shaky voice broke the silence.
"Y-Yoshito-kun?"
"Hmm, it's me, Mrs. Kimura."
"..."
For a long time, they were silent, as if a volcano about to erupt, gently trembling as it built up strength.
Suddenly, scalding lava churned, flowing with a palpable warmth, rushing to Kimura Yumiko's cheeks. From her collarbone, neck to her cheeks and earlobes, all were reddened as if painted with the color of blood.
Kimura Yumiko covered her rotating eyes, her powerless body inexplicably finding strength, breaking free from Yoshito Ito's grasp. Through the gaps of her fingers, she panickedly dashed towards the stairwell exit, leaving behind a shocked whisper of embarrassment.
"M-Mr. Yoshito, I... I've corrupted your innocence!"
"Hey, Mrs. Kimura..."
Yoshito Ito raised his hand, but Kimura Yumiko had already vanished. The tremors of her retreat gradually dissipated, and the dim stairwell fell back into silence.
"...Actually, I wanted to say, I don't mind. Rather, please, feel free to stain me..."
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