We finished our breakfast, and Tomiko took Haruna and Yuko with her, leaving Kasumi and me alone. The house felt quieter, the tension between us thicker than before, like a silent storm brewing just beneath the surface.
I turned to Kasumi, my voice light but firm. "Oka-san, let's go… Before leaving, Oba-san already booked an appointment for your check-up."
Kasumi nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the earlier teasing. "Wait… let me change my clothes…" With that, she disappeared into her room, her kimono swaying as she walked.
A few minutes later, she emerged wearing a more formal kimono—beige, elegant, and modest, the fabric hugging her mature curves in all the right places.
The silk clung to her full breasts, the obscure outline of her nipples visible beneath the layers, and the kimono's sash accentuated her wide hips, making her look both regal and temptingly soft. She glanced at me, her eyes searching for my reaction, as if she cared more than she wanted to admit.
