Kyouka swallowed hard, her throat tightening. The scene before her was almost too much to bear. She could hear their breathing as well as the faint wet sounds of skin brushing against skin, and the look on Kouhei's face—focused and was lost in lust—was burning itself into her memory.
Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. There was something bitter under the surface of the heat. It was something that clawed at her stomach.
Jealousy. This must have been that.
She couldn't deny it. Seeing him like this with another woman, seeing him lose control, made something inside her ache.
'Ah... I really do love him...' she realized, the thought echoing in her mind like a whisper she could no longer ignore.
