The soft rhythm of the Shinkansen blended with the hum of air-conditioning and distant announcements.
Kyouko had fallen asleep against his shoulder.
Her breath was soft.
Warm.
Calm.
Haruki turned slightly, careful not to wake her.
He looked at her face—
Peaceful.
Natural.
Not a trace of makeup.
Just her.
Beautiful.
Her features were delicate, almost too youthful.
If a stranger walked by, they'd never guess she was in her forties.
Not with that soft skin.
Those gentle eyelashes.
That calm, graceful way of resting , like she belonged in an old painting.
I'm really lucky to have this girl.
She's…
Wife material of every man's dream.
Soft.
Serene.
Graceful.
She didn't need anything loud to be noticed.
She didn't need flashy clothes or painted lips to be beautiful.
Even now—just sleeping—she looked perfect.
That body too…
Curvy in all the right places.
Good-sized breasts.
Petite, but not too short.
Everything about her felt just right.
