Chapter 187: A Fateful Escape ( 187 )

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Chapter 187: A Fateful Escape ( 187 ) "Papa... Mom already drank it." Satomi whispered, her voice low with restrained excitement. Satoshi gave a subtle nod, adjusting his tie with the same smug confidence he always wore when things moved according to plan. "Alright. I’ll go now." He glanced across the ballroom toward Kyouko, who was now standing with the same serene posture. The champagne flute was back in her hand, nearly empty. Satoshi’s eyes narrowed faintly. "Go. Signal Mister Fujiwara. Tell him to request the music." "Mm... I will." Satomi smiled sweetly, then turned and walked toward the balcony where Fujiwara stood waiting, his drink untouched, eyes locked on only one woman. Kyouko. And across the ballroom. Haruki began to feel it. Just a slow warmth rising through his chest. Something different. As the soft music began to play, a gentle waltz rising from the grand piano in the corner of the hall, Satoshi stepped forward with perfect timing. His hand extended smoothly toward Kyouko, his smile polite but expectant. "Kyouko," he said gently, loud enough for others nearby to hear, "shall we dance?" Kyouko hesitated. It would be rude to refuse. He was still her husband. And the guests were watching. She began to raise her hand. Before her fingers could reach his. Kazuma stepped in. "Ah—Satoshi-san." His voice was calm, respectful. He extended his hand toward Kyouko instead, bowing slightly. "Would you mind if I asked her for the first dance?" A pause. Brief. But heavy. Satoshi’s smile twitched. He couldn’t say no. Not to a representative of Takahashi Group. Not when that same group was one of the key investors in Harusawa Corporation. He gave a shallow, forced smile. "Of course..." Kyouko blinked, grateful, but silent. Kazuma’s hand closed gently around hers, and with natural grace, he guided her onto the floor as the music swelled. They began to dance, fluidly, naturally. Haruki froze. Something was wrong. His breathing shortened. His heartbeat quickened. A heat rushed through his body, not just warmth, but pressure. Desire. Sudden. Sharp. Overwhelming. Shit... what’s happening? His eyes flicked toward Kyouko on the dance floor. Her cheeks were lightly flushed. Her lips parted slightly. Eyes soft. Almost dazed. No... not her too? His heart pounded. And in the distance, near the balcony. Fujiwara watched. Waiting. As the dance moved in gentle circles, the soft rustle of silk and murmured conversation filled the grand ballroom. Kyouko’s hand tightened slightly in Kazuma’s. Her breath caught. "I don’t feel good." Kazuma’s expression shifted instantly, though his steps remained fluid. "What’s wrong, Kyouko-san?" he whispered back, his voice barely audible under the music. "I... I don’t know..." Her voice was shaky. Her cheeks flushed deeper. Her body, unusually warm in his arms. Kazuma turned his head, eyes scanning the room quickly and found Haruki, standing by the edge of the dance floor. Haruki was stiff, jaw clenched, hands trembling. His breathing was shallow. Kazuma narrowed his eyes. "Did you eat or drink something before this?" Kyouko nodded faintly. "I think so. The drink my daughter gave me. Haruki drank half... and I drank the rest." Kazuma’s brow furrowed deeply. "Why did you drink it? There’s plenty of drinks available." "I... I didn’t think." Still moving to the soft rhythm of the final bars of the waltz, Kazuma leaned in close to Kyouko’s ear. "Go to Haruki. Now. My personal assistant is waiting near the corridor. He’ll guide you both." Kyouko gave a slight nod, barely perceptible. "I’ll make time for you. Just go." "...Okay," she whispered back, her voice faint but filled with trust. As the music came to a graceful end, Kazuma gently released her hand and took a single, polished step back—bowing slightly in perfect form. At that moment, he noticed Fujiwara walking deliberately across the ballroom, his stride slow but direct, his eyes locked on one person. Kyouko. Kazuma’s smile returned, polite, controlled. And then, just as Fujiwara was nearly upon them. Kazuma stepped forward. Blocking his path. Effortless. "Ah—Mister Fujiwara, Mister Satoshi." He gave a respectful nod. "If I may borrow you both for a moment. I’ve just received word about the upcoming project your side proposed last quarter." Fujiwara blinked, visibly annoyed, but forced a smile. "Now?" "It will only take a moment," Kazuma said smoothly. "And I think it’s best we discuss it before the final bids are decided." Satoshi, caught off guard, quickly masked his reaction. "Of course," he said, clearing his throat. Behind them. Kyouko slipped away. She made her way across the ballroom, each step calm, collected, even as her heartbeat quickened. Haruki, already watching her, moved forward as if instinctively pulled by something deeper. Their eyes met briefly. Then, silently, they followed the waiting assistant, who led them through a quiet side corridor. Haruki and Kyouko stepped into the private elevator, its soft interior lit by warm golden lights and lined with mirror panels that reflected their flushed, silent expressions. The elevator boy inside stood politely near the controls, head slightly bowed. As the doors began to close, Haruki reached into his pocket, pulled out a folded bill, and slipped it discreetly into the boy’s palm. His voice was low. Firm. "If anyone asks... tell them no one came down." The boy eyes flicked up in understanding. He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Thank you." The elevator doors slid shut with a quiet hiss. The hum of descent began. And for a few long seconds, Haruki and Kyouko stood in silence, only the soft hum of motion filling the space between them. Kyouko leaned lightly against the mirrored wall, one hand at her chest. Her skin was flushed. Her breathing shaky. "Haruki..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don’t talk," he said softly, stepping closer. "Just hold on. We’re almost out of sight." She nodded faintly, her fingers reaching for his sleeve. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Haruki stepped out first, the hallway ahead dimly lit, quiet—far from the noise of crystal glasses and soft piano. Kyouko followed, her heels clicking softly behind him. Her body ached with warmth. She was trying. Trying her best to contain it. To walk straight. To breathe normally. But her body betrayed her. Every step made her core throb faintly. Her thighs clenched instinctively with each pulse. It was wet. Warm. Growing harder to ignore. She kept her pace behind Haruki, the only one she trusted with the storm building inside her. Outside, under the soft glow of the street lamps. Haruki climb onto his scooter. He glanced at her once. He could hear her breath. See the slight tremble in her fingers. But still... she was composed. Graceful. Even now. Kyouko stepped up without hesitation. She lifted her dress slightly and climbed onto the seat behind him, her arms wrapping gently around his waist. Her voice was low... sweet. "Let’s go~" And when she smiled against his shoulder—soft, flushed, eyes warm. Haruki felt his control nearly crack. He turned the key. The engine hummed to life. And under the night sky, the two disappeared into the Tokyo streets. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 187: A Fateful Escape ( 187 )

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