"Really?" Kyouko whispered, her breath shallow, her voice almost trembling.
Haruki paused—just for a second—then leaned to the side, his chest against her back, his lips brushing her cheek.
"Yes."
He kissed her softly, then again, slower—a kiss filled with emotion, not just heat.
Kyouko's fingers curled tighter into the couch cushions, her face flushed.
"I've never felt like this before…"
She closed her eyes as he kissed down her neck.
"You're the first one…"
Haruki stilled for a heartbeat, his throat tight.
"I'm glad I became the first one."
Kyouko turned slightly, her lips finding his again—a deep, drawn-out kiss that melted into silence.
But Haruki couldn't hold back much longer.
His hips started to move again—a little faster now, a little deeper.
Rhythmic. Slow, but powerful.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, soft at first, then sharper.
And Kyouko—
Her moans came again, muffled into the cushions.
