"Besides… the fence covers it, right?"
Haruki grinned as he trailed his hands along her waist.
"No one's gonna see us. Unless someone climbs up and peeks."
Kyouko rolled her eyes, still bent forward in her pose…
But the smile on her lips betrayed her amusement.
Haruki stepped closer again.
She shifted positions—turning, kneeling slightly on the soft grass, hands behind her head in a pose that just so happened to push her chest forward.
Right into Haruki's face.
"Here. Since you're so distracted, why don't you stretch like this?"
She guided his head forward, gently—until his face brushed against her sweaty, warm cleavage.
Haruki inhaled softly—the scent of her skin, her body still glowing from their earlier passion, now mixed with the subtle heat of exercise.
"Mmm... you smell too good for this to be a workout,"
"You're the one turning it into something else," Kyouko replied, her voice calm, teasing, and secretly pleased.
