“What? It’s not for me?”
Aina Saiten’s tone shot up dangerously, and in one swift motion, she flipped over, using her physical advantage to easily pin the slender little man in her arms firmly down into the soft living room sofa cushions, assuming a dominant, inescapable posture above him.
Then, before Kaoru Hoshitani could react, her hands, nimble as feathers, began to roam up and down his sides and waist—those sensitive spots—quickly tickling him with a hint of “punishment” in her movements.
“Don’t tell me, Akane, you still want other women to touch you?”
“Haha… ha… stop… what are you doing…?”
Kaoru Hoshitani, already extremely ticklish, curled up instantly, unable to stop the crisp, broken giggles bubbling out from his throat, his eyes nearly watering from laughter.
He twisted on the sofa in vain, trying to escape the relentless assault, but Aina Saiten held him tight, not letting him run no matter how much he squirmed, leaving him to laugh helplessly as he offered feeble protests.
Before long, their previously neat clothes became hopelessly disheveled in the heat of the playful struggle, with more than a little ambiguous spring light peeking out as they tussled, the air around them seeming to grow quietly warmer.
Kaoru Hoshitani’s shirt, collar and all, was tugged askew, exposing a section of delicate clavicle and smooth shoulder.
Although the two could be considered an old married couple by now, they were still only around twenty, brimming with energy—a case of dry wood and blazing fire.
Sure enough, at some point, the sounds of their roughhousing faded away.
At such close range, Kaoru Hoshitani and Aina Saiten found themselves gazing into each other’s eyes, seeing their reflections and a deepening tide of affection mirrored there.
Unspoken desire hung thick in the air.
After a moment of locking eyes, they seemed drawn together by an invisible magnet, simultaneously lifting their heads to embrace and share a deep, passionate kiss atop the soft sofa cushions, exchanging heated breaths.
From the sofa, to the cool-tiled bathroom, then to the fragrant bedroom, the two of them advanced and retreated, thoroughly immersed in a world that belonged to them alone.
At last, when they collapsed onto the soft, large bed, Kaoru Hoshitani, still catching his breath, saw his girlfriend, Aina Saiten, who had been pressing down on him, suddenly release him.
Her brows knit tightly together, a flash of pain crossing her face. She clutched her lower back with one hand and let out a suppressed gasp…
“Aina, what’s wrong?!”
The flush instantly drained from Kaoru Hoshitani’s face, replaced by worry and panic.
He hurriedly propped himself up, reaching out to touch his girlfriend, anxiety clear in his voice.
“It’s… nothing… I think I twisted my back…”
Maybe it was because she had stubbornly carried Kaoru Hoshitani home earlier, and for someone who hadn’t exercised much recently, the strain was simply too much.
Or perhaps, during their intimate moments just now, a certain motion or twist had gone slightly awry, pushing her muscles past their limit.
So, just now, for a split second, she felt a sharp, piercing pain shoot through her lower back—like her muscles had been torn—and she instantly lost all strength.
But more than the physical pain, what flooded Aina Saiten’s heart right now was a surge of overwhelming embarrassment and frustration.
After all, they had just reached the height of passion, the timing was perfect—only for her body’s sudden, uncooperative mishap to break the mood completely. It was almost absurd.
Facing her boyfriend’s clear, worried gaze, she forced herself to bear the discomfort in her back, trying to maintain her “dignity” as she stubbornly spoke up:
“Really… it’s nothing, Akane. I… I’ll just lie down instead, and we can keep going…”
She spoke, attempting to shift her body, but was immediately stopped by a stabbing pain in her waist, causing her brows to knit even tighter.
“Of all times, Aina, you’re still thinking about these things… seriously…”
Hearing Aina Saiten still being stubborn at a time like this, Kaoru Hoshitani couldn’t help but laugh and cry, feeling both distressed and helpless, and firmly stopped her from moving,
“Just be good and don’t move!”
He carefully helped his troublesome girlfriend lie down on her stomach, making sure she found a position that would ease the pain as much as possible.
Then, he swiftly picked up the silk nightgown that had slipped to the floor, quickly slipped it on, tied the sash, and covered up the spring scenery that had just been revealed.
Barefoot on the cool floor, he hurried to the corner of the room, opened the cabinet, and took out the family Medicine Box.
Under the soft light of the bedside lamp, he expertly dug out the Pain Relief Spray, specially prepared for sprains and strains.
The medicine had a strong, distinctive, and pungent scent that quickly spread through the air, acting as an invisible barrier that pushed away and replaced the lingering heat and intimate atmosphere in every corner of the bedroom, leaving behind only a faint bitterness of medicine.
After applying the medicine for Aina Saiten, Kaoru Hoshitani went to The Bathroom and washed his hands carefully.
He then returned to the bed, gently lying down beside his girlfriend, keeping a distance so as not to press on her, turning to gaze with concern at her still-furrowed brow, and softly asked:
“How are you feeling now? Is it still very painful?”
“Mmm… much better…”
Aina Saiten’s voice was muffled in the pillow, with a hint of dejection.
Right now, she was feeling miserable. After all, no woman would want an unexpected blunder like this to spoil such an intimate, crucial moment. It left her feeling both defeated and embarrassed.
“Akane… why don’t we… keep going?”
She seemed unwilling to give up, turning her head with a look of stubborn hope in her eyes,
“I promise, if I just lie here and don’t move, there won’t be any problem…”
“Alright, that’s enough, stop messing around and go to sleep.”
Kaoru Hoshitani’s tone was gentle but firm,
“You make it sound like I’m some kind of insatiable beast.”
Although their intimacy had been interrupted by this accident, and he did still feel a lingering, unsatisfied restlessness, making him feel empty and uncomfortable, his girlfriend was hurt—if he insisted on continuing regardless, he would only be selfish and immature.
“…Fine…”
And so, the night’s passion was cut short by an unexpected mishap, and the bedroom returned to silence.
But what neither of them knew was that as the hands of the clock silently slipped past midnight, ushering in a new day—
In the corner of the bedroom, deep within the closet, the Old Mobile Phone that Aina Saiten had stuffed away like a piece of trash suddenly lit up in the pitch darkness without warning, its screen emitting a cold, eerie glow that illuminated the outlines of the clothes hanging inside the narrow space.
The process was eerily smooth, as if a pair of invisible hands were controlling it from afar.
The phone unlocked itself, and after briefly displaying the main screen, the APP—with its bright yellow background and cold, sharp white alarm clock icon at the center—was “tapped” open by an unseen force.
On the simple yet ominous interface, several bold lines of black text appeared, proclaiming in the darkness like a verdict:
Time remaining until your boyfriend Kaoru Hoshitani is NTR’d.
———
95 days
The cold numbers, carrying the oppressive weight of a countdown, lingered on the screen for about ten seconds, as if to sear this message deep into oblivion.
But soon after, perhaps due to the dwindling battery drained by this eerie self-activation, the phone finally dimmed and went completely dark, falling back into silence and shadow, as if everything just now had been nothing but a dream…