As soon as Setsuna left, Yukinoshita Haruno shifted her gaze to Akira Fujimiya, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"So? How is it? Isn't Setsuna beautiful?"
Akira leaned back slightly, still holding the cold glass of cola.
"She's very beautiful. I'm not denying that. I just… feel a little uncomfortable with her name."
Haruno raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.
"What do you mean?"
"In a story I plan to create in the future, there's a girl with a similar name. Her story is… well, pretty heartbreaking. Every time I hear a similar name, my stomach twists a little."
{T/N: I think he is talking about setsuna ogiso from White Album 2,}
"A story that makes you feel sick with emotion?" Haruno's eyes lit up with fascination. "I want to hear it. What kind of story is it?"
"You'll know when I finish creating it," Akira replied, not intending to reveal White Album 2 now.
Seeing him refuse so casually, Haruno knew he wouldn't budge. She exhaled softly and stopped asking.
Instead, she motioned for him to follow and led him deeper into the villa.
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Inside the Yukinoshita Villa—
The interior was quiet, echoing Yukinoshita Yukino's reserved nature.
There weren't many decorations—no excessive ornaments or gaudy displays.
Everything was clean, minimalistic, elegant.
Bookshelves filled the study, lined with thousands of books—novels, biographies, classic literature, children's stories, and fairy tales.
In the music room, instruments lined the space: piano, violin, cello, flute, drums, and more.
This room alone could substitute for a small music academy.
The audio-visual room resembled a private movie theater, with a massive screen and plush seats.
The bathroom was practically a personal onsen—large enough to be mistaken for a swimming pool.
The manor even featured a second swimming pool outdoors, as well as a fully equipped gym.
Then there was the weapons room—rows of meticulously maintained firearms and tools.
{T/N: 😍😍😍}
To enter, a fingerprint scan was required.
Wine cellars, storage rooms, and servant areas were also located deeper inside.
After walking for a while, Akira felt like he had toured a large mansion rather than a villa.
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In the Living Room—
When they returned, Nagano Setsuna had already prepared a glass of iced cola.
"Master Fujimiya," she said with a gentle bow, "if you prefer, I can also make fresh juice."
"No, this is fine. I like cola." Akira replied simply.
Setsuna froze for a moment—just long enough for him to notice.
It was a subtle reaction, but she seemed almost....disappointed?
Haruno watched this with an amused smile.
She poured herself a glass of red wine—
—but before she could lift it, Akira casually picked it up and took a sip.
"Akira-kun is really too much," Haruno puffed her cheeks.
"I'll just try it," Akira replied calmly.
"How does it taste?" she asked curiously.
"I'd rather drink cola," Akira returned the glass, as he took his drink.
Haruno let out a laugh and happily drank the rest.
Meanwhile, Setsuna blinked in disbelief.
The information she had been given was simple: Akira Fujimiya was Yukinoshita Yukino's fiance.
Yet here he was, drinking wine with the elder Yukinoshita sister, acting intimate without hesitation.
After a brief moment of shock, Setsuna quietly excused herself.
Matters regarding the Yukinoshita family were not things a maid should overhear.
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Half an Hour Later — In the Music Room
Akira sat at the piano, playing a cheerful melody.
Haruno had drunk enough wine to relax, but not enough to lose elegance.
She danced to the music, her movements fluid and refined.
Akira watched her, amused by how naturally she danced—even after drinking.
Haruno twirled lightly, her hair swaying beautifully.
Every spin was graceful, as if she were performing on a grand stage.
When the song ended, Akira clapped with genuine admiration.
"Akira-kun," she said with a teasing smile, "dance with me."
"I can't dance."
"I'll teach you."
With no choice, Akira allowed himself to be guided.
Haruno's teaching was shockingly professional—every correction precise, every instruction easy to follow.
Within ten minutes, Akira adapted quickly as he memories the moves.
The two danced in sync, moving effortlessly across the polished floor.
Haruno selected another piece of elegant music.
Akira stretched out his hand—an invitation.
Haruno accepted with a soft smile.
Even though there were no observers, the room felt like a grand ballroom.
They moved with perfect harmony.
When the song ended, Akira lowered his head slowly, deliberately, and kissed her gently—lips brushing hers like the first raindrop on dry season.
Haruno wrapped her arms around his neck, responding naturally.
The music continued playing in the background, but neither of them paid attention.
The kiss was tender at first, a soft press that spoke of affection built over shared moments, his lips gently caressing her's.
Haruno wrapped her arms around his neck naturally, her fingers threading into the hair at his nape, pulling him closer as she responded with equal gentleness.
Their lips parted slightly, breaths mingling, and the kiss deepened as a show of their desire.
Akira's hand, still at her waist, began to wander lower, tracing the curve of her hip before settling on the soft swell of her rear.
His palm cupping the firm yet yielding flesh through her pants, fingers trying to claim more.
Haruno moans between the kiss as she felt the heat of his hand immediately, a shiver running up her spine, and without hesitation, she pushed her rear against his palm, grinding subtly, her body responding instinctively to his touch.
She deepened the kiss in response, her tongue slipping past his lips to tease the seam of his mouth, seeking entry.
Akira parted for her, their tongues meeting in a slow, exploratory dance— her tongue swirling around his with a teasing flick.
"Mmm..."
A soft hum escaped her throat, vibrating into his mouth as their tongues tangled more urgently, sliding against each other in wet, rhythmic strokes. Hers curled around his, sucking gently, then retreating to let him pursue, only to meet him again with a bold thrust that pressed the flat of her tongue against his.
The kiss grew hungrier, lips sucking and nipping lightly, saliva sharing in glistening trails when they briefly separated for air, only to crash back together.
Her teeth grazed his lower lip, a teasing bite that drew a low groan from him, fueling her arousal.
As the kiss continued, unbroken and unrestrained, Akira guided her backward with subtle shifts of his body, their feet moving in tandem until Haruno felt the cool press of the wall against her back.
She didn't move, didn't resist—instead, she arched into him, letting him pin her there with his frame, her arms tightening around his neck.
Slurrrpp! Kiss! Slurrp!
Lick! Slrrrp! Suck!
The kiss persisted, tongues dueling now with more intensity, her mouth opening wider to accommodate his deeper explorations, wet sounds filling the space between their gasps.
After what felt like an eternity of heated exchange—lips swollen, breaths ragged—they finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva breaking between them.
Haruno's cheeks were flushed red, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
She playfully smiled, that signature teasing curve of her lips, but softened by her love for him.
Without a word, she reached for the button of her shirt, removing it in one fluid motion, revealing her bare breasts—pert and full, nipples already hardening in the room's air, dusky pink peaks begging for attention. Her skin was flawless, pale and smooth, the gentle swell of her chest rising with each quickened breath.
She looked at him with a heated gaze, eyes dark with lust, inviting him silently.
Akira didn't waste a second; his hands moved to his pants, unbuckling and shoving them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard member.
It sprang forth like a beast released from its cage, thick and hard, the length curving slightly upward, head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. The shaft throbbed visibly, ready to devour, standing proud at full attention, a testament to his arousal for her.
Emboldened, Akira stepped closer, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants and panties together. He tugged them down her legs in a slow reveal, the fabric whispering against her skin until it pooled at her ankles. Haruno stepped out gracefully, kicking them aside, now fully exposed from the top to waist down.
Her pussy was enticing, a masterpiece of soft allure: delicate folds of pale pink flesh, slick with arousal, parting slightly to reveal the inner wetness. A thin line of neatly trimmed dark hair led like an arrow to her clit, which peeked out swollen and sensitive, begging for touch. The scent of her musk filled the air between them, sweet and heady.
Akira positioned himself between her thighs, lifting one of her legs to hook around his hip, opening her.
The wall supported her back as he pressed close, his cock brushing her inner thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
KISS!
He pulled her into another kiss, this one fierce and claiming, his tongue plunging deep as if to mirror what was to come.
"Mmmph..."
Haruno responded back eagerly, her mouth yielding yet demanding, sucking on his tongue with a moan that vibrated through them both.
Her hand reached down, slender fingers wrapping around his dick— the girth filling her palm, hot and pulsing under her touch.
She stroked once, twice, feeling the veins ridge against her skin, then guided the head to her wet entrance, rubbing it along her folds to coat him in her juices. The friction made her shiver, clit throbbing as the tip nudged her opening. She pulled back from the kiss just enough to plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose—a tender, affectionate gesture amid the heat—before leaning to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.
"...We have to hurry before anyone else comes here..." she purred, her voice a sultry whisper laced with urgency and teasing, the words sending a jolt straight to his core.
SHLICK!
Akira moved the moment his hips surged forward, the head of his cock slipping inside her warm, pulsating depths with a wet sound.
"Mhmmm!" Haruno moans as she felt her inside spreading.
He could feel her tightness enveloping him immediately—velvet walls clenching, drawing him in deeper with each inch. Pre-cum began to flow from the head, mixing with her abundant wetness, easing the way as he gradually pushed deeper.
"Ahhh! Aahh! Ahhhh!"
Haruno moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Her pussy tightened around him further, the ridges of her inner muscles rippling along his shaft, massaging every vein as he sank inside.
He paused for a breath, savoring the grip, before thrusting forward again, burying another few inches until his balls rested against her ass. The sensation was exquisite—her heat surrounding him completely, juices coating his length, the thin line of hair tickling his base.
With a growl low in his throat, Akira thrust his hips into her with all his might, hurrying his long dick inside her in powerful, deliberate strokes.
Plap!
Shlick!
The first full thrust thud buried him to the hilt, balls slapping against her ass with a wet smack, the impact echoing in the empty room.
"Ohhhh!"
Haruno's moan was immediate, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body adjusted to the invasion. He pulled back slowly, feeling her walls drag along his shaft, clinging desperately, before—
PLAP!
Slamming back, the force pressing her deeper into the wall.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!
"Ahh! Hah! Ahhh! Ahhh!"
His hips thrusting forward with controlled power, cock pistoning in and out, the head flaring against her g-spot on every inward plunge, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her.
"AHHHHH!"
Her pussy lips stretched around his girth, her love juices frothing at the base with each withdrawal, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
Smack-Smack-Smack!
Balls slapped rhythmically against her ass, the sound obscene and driving, her clit grinding against his waist with every hilt-deep thrust.
Haruno's legs wrapped tighter around him, one hooked high, the other trembling on tiptoes, her body pinned against the wall.
"Unngh! Akira! Deeper! Ohhhh!" She moaned, her voice breaking into whimpers as he set a relentless pace.
Sweat beaded on their skin, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples scraping his chest through the friction of their bodies.
He varied the angle slightly, tilting his hips to drag along her upper body, the head nudging her cervix with teasing pressure on deeper strokes.
"Ohhhhh! aaahh! YES!" Her face contorting in ecstasy, amber eyes locking onto his with raw vulnerability.
The wall shaking under the force, her back sliding up and down with each thud, hair sticking to her damp forehead. Pre-cum and her arousal mixed into a slick mess, easing the glide but amplifying the wet sounds, her tightness never relenting, pulsing in waves that milked him greedily.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
As the pace built to a frenzy, Akira's hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider for deeper access, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh.
He thrust with all his might again, his dick hurrying inside her slam slam, balls slapping harder smack smack, the impacts reddening her ass cheeks.
Haruno's body tensed, inner walls fluttering wildly.
"...Akira... I am cumming... AAAHHHHHH..." she cried out, head rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream before moans poured out, her voice a desperate mess, as she came—her liquid gushing out with much difficulty around his dick, squirting in hot sound that soaked his shaft and balls, trickling down to puddle on the floor. Her pussy clenching, squeezing him tightly, drawing out her pleasure in shuddering waves, body arching off the wall, toes curling.
Akira grabbed her waist tightly, fingers digging into the slim curve, using the leverage to attempt pushing himself deeper inside her—grinding against her cervix with short, brutal grind. The sensation was intense for both: her oversensitive walls quivering around him, his cock throbbing with the need for release.
He couldn't hold back any longer, the tight heat and her gushing climax pushing him to the edge.
"...I am going to cum deep inside you, Haruno..." he groaned against her neck, voice rough with restraint fraying.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
SCHLICK! SLURPP! SCHLICK!
He increased the speed, hips blurring in rapid thrusts slap slap slap, pushing his dick deeper with each one, the head battering her womb's entrance relentlessly. The pressure built, her pussy a soaking mess, every movement amplified by the slick friction.
"UNNGH! AAAHH! YES" Haruno moaned loudly, her face turning red from ecstasy —cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted in heavy pants. Her eyes started getting blurry, vision hazing with tears of overwhelming pleasure, focusing only on him through the fog.
"YES, COME! COME INSIDE MEEEE!."
Her moan heavy, body trembling violently as another orgasm built in tandem. The words were a plea, laced with desire, urging him on.
PLAP!
Akira's final thrusts were savage—long, powerful strokes that buried him fully, balls tightening as he erupted. Cum surged from him, flooding her depths, coating her walls and pressing against her womb.
He felt her body trembling with each pulse, her pussy milking him greedily, drawing out every drop as her own climax hit again.
"Aaaahh! filling me... so hot!"
Their juices mixing with his seed in a creamy overflow.
There bodies locked, breaths syncing in ragged harmony. After what felt like endless spurts—five, six, seven heavy ropes—he finally stilled, buried to the hilt, their mingled fluids seeping out around his softening cock.
Shlorp!
After some time, he pulled back slowly, the withdrawal leaving her pussy gaping slightly, cum dribbling down her thighs in thick white rivulets.
He stared at her, eyes dark with post-climax affection, watching her chest heave, face still flushed.
Haruno's legs trembled, threatening to give way, but she held his gaze, recovering in 5 to 8 seconds, her breathing steadying. A satisfied, teasing smile curved her lips as she gasped for air.
"...You came so much inside me..." she murmured, voice husky and content, a purr of delight in the words.
Akira didn't say anything, instead, he pulled her into a tight hug, arms wrapping around her bare form, holding her close against his chest.
He kissed her cheek gently, lips lingering on the warm skin, a tender contrast to their earlier frenzy.
Haruno smiled happily, genuine and radiant, her arms encircling his waist as she nuzzled into his neck.
They both stayed like that for some time, basking in the afterglow, without knowing that someone was listening to their "Musical performances".
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Lunch Time — In the Courtyard Pavilion
Nagano Setsuna prepared a luxurious lunch.
Both Akira and Haruno had changed clothes. Akira wore a stylish suit, casual yet sharp. Haruno wore a long dress that emphasized her elegance.
Setsuna stood nearby, but her cheeks were subtly red.
Earlier, she had gone to the music room to ask about lunch preferences—but instead, she heard other noises mixed with the music.
Even though she didn't see anything, the sounds were unmistakable.
And Master Fujimiya… was supposed to be Yukinoshita Yukino's fiance.
Setsuna's gaze unconsciously drifted to Akira.
He ate calmly, unfazed.
Haruno still had a lingering blush, smiling leisurely.
Noticing Setsuna's gaze, Akira looked up. Setsuna quickly lowered her head.
"You don't need to stand there watching us eat," Akira said lightly. "Go have lunch yourself."
"...Understood." Setsuna bowed and hurriedly walked away.
Haruno sipped her tea. "Akira-kun, she definitely heard it…"
"I know."
"You can go find her now, and then say—" Her eyes glimmered mischievously.
" 'Ms. Nagano, if you don't want to lose your job, you should know what to do. Right?' Something like that?" Haruno smirked.
"I just watched it in a movie."
"A movie? Really?" Haruno teased. "Does it even have a plot?"
"You know more than I do."
Haruno gave him a meaningful smile.
Akira didn't continue. He already knew Haruno was far more experienced in these matters.
If Hiratsuka-sensei were here, she would have turned red just from mentioning the movie.
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After Lunch — Near the Lake
They changed into lighter clothing.
A short walk from the villa was a peaceful lake perfect for fishing.
Akira immediately noticed the boat tied by the shore and the fishing tools neatly prepared.
He untied the boat and rowed to the center of the calm lake, with Setsuna following behind.
Haruno stayed on the shore, sitting comfortably under a big umbrella, sketching the scenery with skillful strokes.
Akira wasn't good at fishing—at least, not until Setsuna Nagano gave him a quick but thorough lesson earlier.
She explained everything from bait selection to the line length, to how to reel in a fish properly.
Akira remembered it all.
The moment he put down the fishing rod, the float dipped sharply.
A fish had already taken the bait.
But Akira didn't rush. He held the rod firmly, letting the fish struggle.
Pull too fast and the fish would escape; too slow and it would drag into the weeds.
He waited, feeling the tension through the rod.
Haruno glanced over from her sketchbook looking at Akira in the distance, "Got one already?"
"Seems like it," Akira replied, eyes focused.
The fish pulled hard, splashing water loudly.
The line trembled violently, but Akira held steady.
Slowly, he raised the rod—
And the fish broke through the water's surface, glittering under the sunlight.
Akira lifted it high with a satisfied expression.
Setsuna clapped from behind. "Akira-kun, you're talented!"
"More like Setsuna is a good teacher."
He cast the line again.
This time, he waited longer, listening to the wind, feeling the boat sway gently.
The serenity of the lake, the distant sound of birds, and Haruno's soft humming at the shore created a peaceful scene.
Akira reeled in the line, placed the tools aside, and slowly rowed toward the shore after fishing.
He stepping off the boat, with Setsuna silently following behind carrying the basket of fish.
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