"Fine!" she hissed, cheeks flushed deep pink.
Kyouko stood and let her yukata fall silently to the floor, pooling at her bare feet. The faint moonlight from the window danced along her skin.
Smooth, glowing, flawless. Highlighting every curve, every dip, every inch of that breathtaking body Haruki adored.
She leaned over him, eyes narrowed in mock anger, yet her lips trembling with need. Her fingers, soft and quick, slipped under the waistband of his pants.
"Ah—Kyouko," Haruki chuckled low, amused by the sudden shift. "What are you doing~?"
She didn't answer, just pulled his pants down and exposing what she came for.
Still leaning close, her warm breath fanned against his ear.
"You made me this way… you riled me up and left me burning..." she whispered, voice low and trembling. "So now, you pay."
Haruki's smirk faded the moment he felt her climb onto him, graceful, fluid, yet driven by a kind of quiet desperation that only she could carry with elegance.
