Chapter 9: Complicated Desires ( 9 )

Chapter 9 - Complicated Desires ( 9 ) Kyouko smiled as they both stepped inside the house. Without another word, they made their way upstairs—Haruki heading to his room while Kyouko went to hers. Just as he was about to close his door, Kyouko called out to him softly. "Haruki?" He turned back. "Yes, Kyouko-san?" She gave him a warm, gentle smile. "Once you finish your shower, head downstairs for breakfast." Haruki nodded. "Okay, Kyouko-san." As Kyouko disappeared into her room, Haruki let out a deep breath. Stepping into his room, he ran a hand through his hair, the slow breath escaping his lips. His mind kept replaying that moment—the closeness of their lips. What if... What if their lips had actually touched? How would it have felt? How would she taste? And what would've happened if he hadn't frozen there—if he had kissed her back instead? Haruki clenched his jaw, shaking his head. What the hell am I even thinking? But then another thought crept in. Satomi... She never really kissed him anymore. The realization left a strange feeling in his chest—one he didn't want to ponder too much. With a sigh, he grabbed his towel and headed to the shower. Maybe cold water would help clear his head. Meanwhile, Kyouko didn't dwell too much on what had happened. She felt more embarrassed that the accident occurred in the first place. I hope Haruki didn't feel bad... To her, it was nothing more than an awkward moment—one that made her feel a little self-conscious. Not because she thought Haruki would take it the wrong way, but because she was older. I must've looked ridiculous... Sighing, she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away her lingering embarrassment. After finishing, she followed her usual beauty routine—carefully applying hair serum, skincare, and body lotion to maintain her youthful appearance. It was a habit she had kept for years, though lately, she sometimes wondered why she still put in so much effort. At first, Kyouko had committed to her exercise and beauty routine to make her husband notice her more. She wanted him to look at her the way he used to, to see her as a woman, not just as his wife or the mother of his child. But all he ever cared about was work, business, and money. She wondered how long it had been. The last time they had sex was when Satomi was still a baby. That realization made her pause, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she gently massaged her skincare into her face. Had it really been that long? Kyouko wondered back. She had already forgotten what a penis tasted like inside her pussy. Who could blame her? Her husband never touched her, never had sex with her anymore. When he came home, the only reason she heard was that he was tired and busy with work. Was it because she wasn't beautiful anymore? Kyouko stared at her reflection, her fingers pausing against her cheek. Maybe... maybe her body was aging. Perhaps she wasn't as attractive as she used to be. Was she no longer sexy? Not hot enough? Did she lack something—something that made her husband stop looking at her? A bitter chuckle almost escaped her lips, but she swallowed it down. She didn't want to think like this, but the thought had lingered in the back of her mind for years. Maybe... maybe it was her breasts. Were they not firm anymore? Had they started to sag? Or was it her stomach? Was it no longer flat and toned as before? Maybe her body had gained fat in places it shouldn't have. Or was it just excess skin? Her thighs... were they not smooth anymore? Did they have imperfections that made her unattractive? Kyouko let out a small sigh, shaking her head. She was overthinking it. After finishing her routine, Kyouko wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm from the shower, and started walking toward her room. As she reached the hallway, she noticed Haruki stepping out of his room at the same time. "Oh, Haruki... Just wait downstairs. I'll finish up first and prepare breakfast soon," Kyouko said with a gentle smile, adjusting the towel on her head. In that moment, as she raised her arm slightly, she inadvertently revealed a glimpse of her smooth, hairless armpit. Haruki was stunned. It was such a simple thing, yet it felt oddly... alluring. That slight movement made her towel shift just enough for Haruki to see more—her smooth, bare shoulders, the delicate curve of her upper chest, and the deep valley between her breasts. But it wasn't just that. The towel barely covered the swell of her hips, teasing the shape of her thighs beneath. That... was breathtaking. A sight that men could never resist—a woman fresh out of the shower, skin glistening with warmth, wrapped in a towel that barely clung to her curves. Even though Kyouko wasn't completely bare, it was enough to make his mind wander. Damn... "Ah... okay, Kyouko-san," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady as he looked away. Kyouko, completely unaware of his thoughts, just smiled. "Good. I won't take long." She turned and walked into her room, the gentle sway of her hips disappearing behind the door. Haruki let out a slow breath. Haruki hesitated, his heart pounding. A dangerous thought crossed his mind. Just a few steps. That's all it would take. The door to Kyouko's room was right there—slightly ajar. If he wanted to, he could peek. Just a little. Just enough to see... No. If she caught him, it would be over. Haruki clenched his fists, shaking his head as if trying to rattle the thoughts loose. Too risky. He forced himself to turn away and head downstairs, his body tense, his mind still clouded with the image of her wrapped in nothing but a towel. Collapsing onto the couch, he pulled out his phone, pretending to scroll. Maybe watching something, anything, would help. But it didn't. His mind kept drifting back to her. Kyouko's body was irresistible. She was in her forties, but not a single part of her showed it. Her skin was smooth, her curves perfectly shaped. The way the towel barely clung to her—her full breasts pressing against the fabric, her toned stomach, those soft, thick thighs. And when she adjusted her hair, he caught a glimpse of her armpit—smooth and untouched. It was driving him crazy. Haruki swallowed hard, his breath uneven. Then, a darker thought took hold. What did her pussy look like? That towel barely covered anything. Just a thin piece of fabric keeping him from seeing what was underneath. He imagined peeling it away, revealing everything—her bare skin, her soft, delicate folds. Was she neatly trimmed? Or smooth, completely natural? His penis erect at the thought. Haruki shut his eyes and exhaled sharply. Shit. This was bad. Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and focused on his phone, trying to drown himself in mindless videos. Anything to stop his mind from going where it shouldn't. ( End of Chapter )