Months slipped by in a steady rhythm for Ryusei, his civilian life settling into a groove that felt both foreign and fitting. The Lexus purred through morning commutes to 'Ryusei's Edge,' where the gym had exploded in popularity. Clients packed the downstairs weights, grunting as they heaved dumbbells and cranked machines, the mirrors fogging with collective sweat. Upstairs, the Muay Thai ring thrummed with padded thuds and sharp exhales, groups drilling knees and elbows under his watchful eye. Kenji manned the desk with easy charm, Mia and Taro assisting sessions, their forms sharper from his hands-on coaching. Revenue climbed, allowing upgrades—new turf rolls, heavier bags—and Ryusei pocketed the surplus, content in the house's quiet evenings by the pool or lost in study books.
One crisp afternoon, as summer faded into fall, Ryusei prepped for his jog. Shirtless, his light golden brown skin gleamed under the sun, lean muscles rippling across his compact frame. Black shorts hugged his thighs, sneakers laced tight, headphones dangling around his neck. He stepped out the front door, stretching arms overhead, purple-streaked hair spiking wild. A glance next door caught his eye—their driveway filled with luggage, a family unloading.
The red-haired girl bent to grab a bag, her jeans stretching over wide hips and an ass that jiggled with the motion. Big DD breasts strained the white blouse's top buttons, a hint of cleavage peeking without spilling over, black jacket slung open and sneakers scuffing the pavement. Violet eyes flashed as she straightened. Beside her, a voluptuous brunette with matching violet eyes directed boxes, her curves filling out a simple dress. The man—red-haired, short and stubby—sagged against the doorframe, rubbing his neck wearily.
Ryusei lingered a beat too long, gaze tracing the redhead's sway. She spotted him, waving with a bright smile. The brunette's head turned, her expression warming as she crossed the shared lawn.
'Hi there,' she said, voice smooth and inviting. 'You must be the new neighbor. We're just back from vacation—family trip to celebrate some changes.'
He pulled out his headphones, nodding. 'Ryusei. Welcome back—or home, I guess.'
She extended a hand, soft but firm. 'Venalana Gremory. That's my daughter Rias—she's fresh from college, starting at a fashion boutique downtown. Figured moving back in made sense, so we took a getaway to mark it. And that's my husband Zeoticus, dragging in after the drive.'
Zeoticus waved limply from the porch, already shuffling inside. Rias hefted another bag, her hips shifting as she eyed Ryusei curiously.
'Nice to meet you both,' Ryusei replied, conversation easing into neighborhood small talk—weather, the quiet street, his gym nearby. Venalana's laugh rang light, Rias chiming in with a quip about jet lag. Soon, he excused himself, slipping headphones back in for the run, but the encounter lingered, a spark in the routine.
Days blurred into weeks. Ryusei spotted Rias and Venalana more often—mornings busy with errands, evenings on the porch chatting over fences. Zeoticus vanished early for long shifts, often out of town for days, leaving the house to the women. Ryusei learned it piecemeal: over coffee with Venalana one dawn, or waving to Rias as she headed to the boutique. Proximity bred ease; he'd lend tools for their yard, they'd drop off fresh-baked treats. Rias's violet eyes lingered on him during hellos, her smiles lingering longer, smitten vibes clear in her playful teases about his jogs.
Word of the gym reached her eventually. One humid morning, Rias pushed through the doors in skin-tight yoga pants that molded to her wide hips and jiggling ass, a white tank top clinging to her DD breasts, nipples faintly outlined. Sweat already beaded her red hair.
'Personal workout?' Kenji asked, booking her.
'With Ryusei, yeah,' she said, eyes scanning the space.
He met her upstairs for stretches, assuming a standard session—form checks, basic flows on the mats. But Rias leaned into poses, body arching close, violet eyes locking as she held a lunge. 'Like this?' she'd murmur, hips tilting. His hands guided her thigh higher, touch lingering a fraction. The air thickened; her breaths quickened during partner stretches, breasts brushing his arm, ass pressing back in downward dog. He felt the pull too, cock twitching faintly under his shorts, but kept it professional—mostly.
Post-session, sweat-slick and flushed, she grabbed her bag. 'Gonna call a cab—boutique's across town.'
'I'm heading that way after closing,' he offered. 'Neighbors, right? I'll drive you.'
In the Lexus, leather seats warm, talk flowed—her college stories, his gym tales. Rias shifted, crossing legs to accentuate her curves, tank top riding up to flash midriff. She laughed at his jokes, hand grazing his arm, flaunting the swell of her breasts with each breath.
They pulled up to her house first; lights dark, silence heavy. 'Zeoticus out again,' she sighed, checking her phone. 'Mom's at a late meeting. Guess I'm solo.' Remembering his offhand dinner mention, she bit her lip. After a quick shower at home, she changed—loose crop top hugging her DD tits, short shorts riding high on her wide hips, red hair damp and tousled. Barefoot, she knocked on his door.
'Hey... house is empty, and I hate eating alone,' she said sheepishly, violet eyes wide. 'If your offer stands?'
Caught off guard, Ryusei nodded, stepping aside. 'Come in. Steak's marinating.'
The night unfolded easy: shared shower stories (hers bubbly, his gym rinse), plates of grilled steak and veggies on the living room's glass coffee table. Rias kicked off with the pretense of comfort, legs tucked under, but soon sprawled closer, crop top dipping to tease cleavage. Flirts ramped—'You handle those weights like nothing,' she'd say, eyes on his arms—her foot nudging his calf 'accidentally.'
He picked up the vibe, smirking. 'And you move like you own the room.' Light touches followed: her fingers tracing his wrist during a laugh, his hand steadying her knee as she leaned in. Banter heated; she shifted nearer, breasts pressing the table's edge.
Inevitably, lips met—soft at first, then hungry. Rias climbed his lap, straddling his thighs, kissing deep as tongues tangled. His hands roamed her back, sliding under the crop top to grip her waist, then higher to cup her heavy DD breasts, thumbs circling nipples hardening to peaks. She moaned into his mouth, grinding down, feeling his cock stiffen through his shorts.
Clothes peeled slow: her top tugged off, breasts bouncing free, his shirt discarded to bare his golden skin. Shorts shoved down, her shorts and panties yanked aside. Naked now, skin slick, she lifted her hips, pussy wet and hovering over his thick cock. With a sharp scream, she dropped, impaling herself fully, walls clenching tight around him.
Rias rode hard, hips slamming fast, then slowing to grind deep, pace switching to tease. Ryusei thrust up to meet her, cock plunging in rhythm, grunts mixing with her echoing moans. He latched onto her tits, sucking one nipple then the other, tongue flicking as she arched, red hair whipping.
He flipped her to missionary on the couch, pinning her legs over his shoulders, folding her wide hips. Thrusts hammered harder, cock stretching her pussy with each drive, balls slapping her ass. 'Fuck, more—harder!' she begged, violet eyes rolling back, tits swaying wildly with the force. Her nails raked his back, body quaking.
Tension coiled; Ryusei pulled out at the edge, stroking his cock as ropes of cum splattered her breasts, stomach, and pussy lips. He collapsed back, chest heaving. Rias panted heavily, skin glistening with sweat and seed.
Then she slid down, kneeling between his legs on the floor. Cock still semi-hard, she leaned in, tongue lapping cum from the shaft, swirling around the head. Her DD breasts pressed together, enveloping him as she sucked deeper, bobbing with wet slurps, boobs squeezing and sliding along his length in tandem.