"Yoshito, could you please help me get some tissues?"
"Sure, let me assist you."
As he looked at Yumiko Kimura's luscious lips, Ito Yoshito felt a surge of excitement. He pulled out a few tissues and glanced at her with a hint of anticipation.
"Let me help you wipe your mouth…"
"!"
Yumiko was momentarily taken aback. The flush that had just faded returned to her cheeks, and the moisture on her lips seemed to evaporate under the heat radiating from her face. She instinctively clenched her hands tightly on her thighs.
"...Mm~"
After a brief pause, feeling increasingly heated, Yumiko responded softly.
She was eager for the young man's closeness. Although she felt a twinge of guilt towards her husband, he had left her alone at home, so...
'If Jun is seeing someone else out there, then I... well, I won't get too hasty until I'm sure...'
Her full red lips pouted slightly, and her curvaceous figure leaned forward on the sofa, gently undulating. The ample curves of her body were accentuated by her delicate arms, making her even more enticing.
"Let me wipe your mouth…"
Taking a deep breath, under the captivating gaze of the beautiful woman, Ito's body stirred with a sense of restlessness. He raised his hand, slowly extending the tissue toward Yumiko's lips.
"..."
It was just a simple gesture to wipe her lips, yet beneath their exchanged glances, it felt as if Cupid himself had shot his arrow, striking both hearts simultaneously. Their hearts raced as a delightful, ambiguous sensation spread between them.
When Ito's hand finally brushed against Yumiko's lips, her body trembled slightly, and her long eyelashes quivered before she closed her eyes.
Yumiko's lips, reminiscent of Western beauty, were thick and soft. The lipstick she wore seemed like a fiery red flame, softly igniting a flame within Ito's heart.
He pressed his lips together, and with his other hand, he gently cupped her delicate face, holding the tissue and softly wiping her lips.
"..."
The clothes hanging on the balcony danced in the gentle breeze, while the bright moon quietly cast its light, creating flickering shadows on the two in the living room, yet nothing could distract them from their tender moment.
"Shhh…"
The slightly rough texture of the tissue gliding over her delicate lips produced a subtle sound. Yumiko had never noticed that wiping her lips with tissue could make any noise. Now, in the tranquil living room, it sounded like the buzzing of an irritating mosquito, tickling her heart.
"Mm~"
Suddenly, Ito's fingers pressed too hard, accidentally breaking through the damp tissue and roughly pushing into Yumiko's small mouth, causing her to let out a soft, sultry hum.
The first sensation of warmth and wetness was Ito's fingers.
"!"
The fan whirred, the cool breeze tousling their hair, as the atmosphere seemed to freeze. Both of them remained in that position, completely still.
"…"
'Should I pull my fingers back...?'
Feeling Yumiko's body quivering, Ito hesitated. He wasn't sure if the beautiful woman was excited or angry...
Logically, it would be wise to withdraw his fingers. Even if his choice wasn't what Yumiko anticipated, he wouldn't lose anything, but...
The ring on his finger glinted as Ito quietly pieced together Yumiko's thoughts.
'Being toyed with by a handsome boy… oh, how exciting...'
Waves of heat washed over Ito's blood, and his excited pulse quickened, making him feel lightheaded as heavy breaths escaped through his nostrils.
Ito's long fingers moved gracefully, resembling those of a skilled waltz dancer. Unlike the innocent interactions with Washinomiya Keiko, Yumiko felt like a sophisticated partner—entwining, swirling, and teasing, her body gracefully matched the rhythm of Ito's fingertips, dancing to a beautiful melody.
'This is so embarrassing, but... so thrilling...'
"Tick-tock~"
Time slowly passed until...
"Splash~"
Eventually, Ito ended this tender game, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from Yumiko's mouth, leaving behind a sticky silver thread that connected his finger to her lips—ironic, considering that in the end, Yumiko's lips had become even more damp...
"Um... Yoshito."
A voice as soft as a whisper grazed Ito's ear, trembling with a hint of shyness, melting his heart.
"I'm here."
Ito's voice was gentle, causing Yumiko's body to tremble again; if it weren't for her arms supporting her, she might have melted into the sofa.
"Could you please get me some more tissue? I'll wipe by myself... No, it's not that I dislike you, it's just..."
"I understand."
Hearing this, Ito understood well. He was afraid he might lose control again.
Too focused on their earlier interaction, he had unconsciously leaned over the table, much too close to Yumiko.
At this point, he needed to push himself up and turn to reach the tissues.
As his fingers slightly rose, he pressed his palm against the table. Ito pushed off hard, intending to rise, but accidentally knocked against the edge of the fruit tray.
"Crash~"
The glass plate, laden with fruit and water, tipped over toward Yumiko, splashing her with cool water.
"Ah!"
The sudden chill of water prompted a soft gasp from Yumiko, causing her rounded form to sway as she tried to right the plate.
"Mrs. Kimura, are you alright?"
Ito, regretting his clumsiness, jumped up in a hurry, grabbing tissues and rushing to Yumiko's side.
"Drip, drip,"
Drops of water hit the floor with a crisp sound.
Ito stood next to Yumiko, looking down from above, his breath catching in his throat.
The droplets of water clinging to her thin white shirt revealed Yumiko's round, fair skin, which appeared plump like a full moon but, unlike the moon, had a warm, healthy hue. The soft outline accentuated her waist and lovely curves.
Yumiko furrowed her brow, the cool dampness of her clothing uncomfortable against her skin. Water droplets splashed onto her tender face, gliding down her smooth complexion. She stretched out her hand to wipe her face, confused as to why Ito was standing silently next to her.
As she looked up, the bright light illuminated Ito's face. His wide eyes seemed even more pronounced against his handsome but dazed expression, making him look slightly comical. Yumiko couldn't help but giggle softly, forgetting momentarily about her discomfort as her soft hands covered her smiling lips.
However, as she laughed, she began to sense something was amiss. 'Why is Yoshito looking at me so intensely...?'
Following Ito's unwavering gaze, Yumiko slowly cast her eyes downward and realized her thin shirt was completely soaked, revealing a breathtaking sight.
'Whoosh~'
It felt as if a brush dipped in crimson had suddenly painted her face into a charming and delicate peony, blooming shyly.
'Yoshito, you... you're looking at me again...'
Yumiko's heart raced in her chest, and her rounded toes curled like a little kitten, instinctively pulling inward.
'If, if Yoshito suddenly... I should probably refuse... right?'
"..."
After what seemed like an eternity, it felt as though she couldn't withstand the burning intensity of Ito's gaze any longer. Yumiko clutched her ample chest and swiftly jogged toward her bedroom.
"Yoshito, I... I'll go change my clothes now…"
"Creak."
As the bedroom door closed, silence enveloped the room, leaving only the sound of Yumiko's heavy breathing.
"Whew—"
Standing in front of the mirror, Yumiko gazed at her flushed cheeks. Enhanced by her beauty mark, her complexion radiated charm. She gently caressed one side of her face with her delicate hand.
Standing quietly in front of the mirror for some time, Yumiko's eyes gradually became hazy, clouded with her thoughts.
'It's so quiet. I wonder what Yoshito is doing in the living room now...'
'Really, why am I thinking of such embarrassing things!'
After several deep breaths to calm her racing heart, Yumiko patted her flushed cheeks, trying to regain some clarity, and shifted her gaze toward the wardrobe.
She bit her lip and opened the innermost section of the wardrobe.
"Whew—"
Seated in front of the fan, the cool breeze whisked over Ito's face. The wind tousled his hair, quelling the heat he had felt earlier with Yumiko.
"Once Mrs. Kimura comes out, I'll say goodbye and head back..."
Ito sighed irritably, feeling frustrated. The weather was already bothersome, and on top of that, with Yumiko, who resembled a ripe, mature peach, occasionally teasing him, he desperately needed to return and find Masuou Miyuki or Takahara Kazuha to help cool him down.
Just as Ito was lost in his thoughts on the sofa, the bedroom door creaked open, and Yumiko stepped out. This sight reignited the flames of desire he'd managed to quell.
'Yumiko, are you out of your mind? How could you wear that nightgown?!'
Standing before the translucent mirror, Yumiko surveyed her appearance. Smoke seemed to rise from her head, making her feel dizzy.
'This is just... to test whether I still have my womanly charm... Yes, that's it!'
Taking a deep breath, Yumiko stepped slowly toward the bedroom door, trembling as she reached for the handle.
Her slender fingers tightly gripped the hem of the dress covering her backside, and she shyly lowered her gaze as she tiptoed out of the bedroom.
The pink spaghetti-strap nightgown had a V-neck adorned with delicate lace, and her ample bosom seemed like it would snap the delicate straps at any moment.
The soft waistband caressed her plump belly lightly, while the sheer fabric seemed to be inviting. It left her navel lightly exposed to the cool air.
Most striking, however, were the curves of her hips, which made the short skirt stand high, presenting an alluring view to Ito from the side, reminiscent of a ripe peach begging to be savored.
Beneath the skirt, her sumptuous legs peeked through, the flesh on her thighs undulating slightly as she moved.
Ito couldn't help but swallow hard, trying to maintain his composure. He quickly shifted in his seat, changing his position to avoid revealing his embarrassment.
"Y-Yoshito~ Thank you for waiting…"
Yumiko tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a little flustered as her fingers nervously twirled her hair. Under the heat of Ito's passionate gaze, she felt an internal fire igniting, causing her body to tremble lightly.
The unbearable shyness coupled with the overwhelming heat left Yumiko dazed, prompting her to ask hesitantly, "Yoshito, what do you think? Is my outfit... okay?"
'What am I asking Yoshito for?! Yumiko! I can't possibly be a little lovelorn, can I...?'
"Ah?"
Ito was taken aback, his eyes widening, and he swallowed hard, the sound echoing through the living room, audible enough for Yumiko to hear, causing her cheeks to flush even more.
"Absolutely amazing! Cough, cough..." Realizing he was a bit too pumped, Ito cleared his throat and gushed, "I mean, it suits you perfectly, Mrs. Kimura..."