Kyouko smiled as they both stepped inside the house. Without another word, they made their way upstairs. Haruki heading to his room while Kyouko went to hers.
Just as he was about to close his door, Kyouko called out to him softly.
"Haruki?"
He turned back. "Yes, Kyouko-san?"
She gave him a warm, gentle smile. "Once you finish your shower, come downstairs for breakfast."
Haruki nodded. "Okay, Kyouko-san."
As Kyouko disappeared into her room, Haruki let out a deep breath.
He stepped into his room and ran a hand through his hair. His mind kept replaying that moment.
What if…
What if their lips had actually touched? How would it have felt? How would she taste? And what would've happened if he hadn't frozen there, if he'd kissed her back instead?
Haruki clenched his jaw, shaking his head. What the hell am I even thinking?
But then another thought crept in.
Satomi… She never really kissed him anymore.
The realization settled heavy in his chest.
With a sigh, he grabbed his towel and headed to the shower. Maybe cold water would help clear his head.
Meanwhile, Kyouko didn't dwell on what had happened. She felt more embarrassed that the accident had occurred in the first place.
I hope Haruki didn't feel bad…
To her, it was nothing more than an awkward moment—one that made her feel a little self-conscious. Not because she thought Haruki would take it the wrong way, but because she was older.
I must've looked ridiculous…
Sighing, she stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away her lingering embarrassment.
After finishing, she followed her usual beauty routine, carefully applying hair serum, skincare, and body lotion to maintain her youthful appearance. She'd kept this habit for years, but lately, she sometimes wondered why she still bothered.
Kyouko had committed to her exercise and beauty routine to make her husband notice her again. She wanted him to look at her the way he used to—to see her as a woman, not just as his wife or the mother of his child.
But all he ever cared about was work, business, and money.
She wondered how long it had been since they'd last been intimate. The last time they had sex was when Satomi was still a baby. The realization made her pause mid-motion, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she gently massaged skincare into her face.
Had it really been that long?
Kyouko thought back. She'd already forgotten what a penis tasted like inside her pussy. Who could blame her? Her husband never came near her anymore, never initiated anything. When he came home, all she ever heard was how tired he was, how busy work had been.
Was it because she wasn't beautiful anymore?
Kyouko stared at her reflection, her fingers hovering against her cheek. Maybe her body was aging. Maybe she wasn't as attractive as she used to be.
Was she no longer desirable? Not appealing enough?
Did she lack something—something that made her husband stop seeing her?
A bitter chuckle nearly escaped her lips, but she swallowed it down. She didn't want to think like this, but the thought had been lurking in the back of her mind for years.
Maybe it was her breasts. Had they lost their firmness? Started to sag?
Or her stomach? Was it no longer flat and toned like before?
Maybe her body had gained fat in the wrong places. Or was it just loose skin?
Her thighs—were they still smooth? Or had imperfections crept in, making her unattractive?
Kyouko let out a small sigh and shook her head. She was overthinking it.
After finishing her routine, Kyouko wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm from the shower, and headed toward her room.
As she reached the hallway, she noticed Haruki stepping out of his room at the same time.
"Oh, Haruki… Just wait downstairs. I'll finish getting ready and make breakfast soon," Kyouko said with a gentle smile, adjusting the towel on her head.
As she raised her arm, the movement revealed a glimpse of her smooth, hairless armpit.
Haruki froze.
It was such a simple thing, yet it felt strangely… captivating.
That slight shift made the towel slip just enough—her smooth shoulders catching the light, the delicate curve of her upper chest, and the deep valley between her breasts. But it wasn't just that. The fabric barely covered the swell of her hips, hinting at the shape of her thighs beneath.
That… was breathtaking.
A sight that men could never resist. A woman fresh out of the shower, skin glistening with warmth, wrapped in a towel that barely clung to her curves. Even though Kyouko wasn't completely bare, it was enough to send his mind racing.
Damn…
"Ah… okay, Kyouko-san," he replied, forcing his voice steady as he looked away.
Kyouko, completely oblivious to his thoughts, just smiled. "Good. I won't take long."
She turned and walked into her room, the gentle sway of her hips disappearing behind the door.
Haruki let out a slow breath.
Then he hesitated, his heart pounding. A dangerous thought crept into his mind.
Just a few steps. That's all it would take.
The door to Kyouko's room was right there, slightly ajar. If he wanted to, he could peek. Just a little. Just enough to see…
No.
If she caught him, it would be over.
Haruki shook his head, trying to rattle the thoughts loose. Too risky.
He forced himself to turn away and head downstairs, his body tense, his mind still clouded with the image of her wrapped in nothing but a towel.
He collapsed onto the couch and pulled out his phone, pretending to scroll. Maybe watching something—anything—would help.
It didn't.
His mind kept drifting back to her.
Kyouko's body was irresistible. She was in her forties, but not a single part of her showed it. Her skin was smooth, her curves perfectly shaped. The way that towel barely clung to her—her full breasts pressing against the fabric, her toned stomach, those soft, thick thighs. And when she adjusted her hair, he caught a glimpse of her smooth armpit.
It was driving him crazy.
Haruki swallowed hard, his breath uneven.
Then a darker thought took hold.
What did her pussy look like?
That towel barely covered anything. Just a thin piece of fabric keeping him from seeing what lay underneath. He imagined peeling it away, revealing everything—her bare skin, her soft, delicate folds. Was she neatly trimmed? Smooth? Completely natural?
His cock stiffened at the thought.
Haruki shut his eyes and exhaled sharply.
Shit.
Was it because it'd been so long since he'd had sex with Satomi?
Was that why he was getting aroused by this?
This was bad.
Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and focused on his phone, drowning himself in mindless videos. Anything to stop his mind from going where it shouldn't.
( End of Chapter )