“Um…Aina, does your waist still hurt?”
Kaoru Hoshitani buried his cheek against his girlfriend’s warm neck, his voice carrying a post-bath dampness and a subtle, almost undetectable note of tentative probing as he asked softly.
His fingers unconsciously twined around the corner of Aina Saiten’s pajamas.
Ever since three days ago, when Aina Saiten had strained her waist from overexerting herself while they were being intimate, the two of them hadn’t been close again, taking care not to aggravate her injury.
Yet at work, Kaoru Hoshitani always had to maintain a professional smile while dealing with all sorts of guests, silently accumulating a lot of invisible pressure and pent-up emotions.
At this moment, he desperately needed an outlet to release all those negative feelings completely.
“I think…it’s better now, it doesn’t really hurt anymore…”
How could Aina Saiten not hear the shy longing and hidden hints wrapped in her boyfriend’s soft, sticky words?
She lowered her head, looking at the person in her arms as he lifted his face, his eyes—under the dim light—shimmered like rippling, clear water, dazed and dreamy, gazing at her.
Those eyes were pure yet carried a subtle, seductive allure.
The thought that the owner of these clear eyes was, right now, taking the initiative to subtly court her, sent a rush of thrilling contrast through her.
Especially when she remembered that this shift—from awkwardness to gradually learning to express his needs—was largely thanks to her own years of patient “guidance” and encouragement.
The combination of accomplishment and intense love instantly sparked a fire of excitement within Aina Saiten.
“You just lie down…let me do it this time, and be careful not to touch your old injury…”
Kaoru Hoshitani’s voice grew softer and lower, each word seeming to trail off with a hint of delicate allure, as if dipped in honey, making anyone who listened feel weak at the ears.
Lying on the bed, Aina Saiten watched the slender outline of Kaoru Hoshitani, drawn in the dim light.
That obedient, yet faintly inviting posture made her throat tighten, and she swallowed unconsciously, feeling as if the air in the room was thinning and burning up…
———
“Ah, huh…? Aina, you…”
It had only been a startling five minutes when Kaoru Hoshitani widened his beautiful eyes in disbelief, his long lashes trembling like startled butterfly wings.
He looked at Aina Saiten, who was lying on the bed, awkwardly covering her eyes with her arm as if desperately trying to hide her embarrassment and regret.
His voice was filled with surprise and a trace of lingering confusion.
“Um…maybe because it was three days, I became more sensitive…”
Aina Saiten’s face was red, even the tips of her ears outside her arm flushed so crimson they seemed to bleed, as she whispered an explanation in shame.
She wished she could just disappear into a hole—this was far too humiliating.
“How could this…Ah, it’s okay, it’s definitely because Aina, you’re just too tired…”
Such brief, abruptly ended intimacy not only failed to relieve any of the pressure Kaoru Hoshitani had built up, it didn’t satisfy him in the least.
Instead, it was like getting only a single drop of water when dying of thirst, leaving his heart feeling even emptier and more restless.
He couldn’t help but complain, a touch aggrieved.
But almost as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized they might hurt his girlfriend’s self-esteem.
He quickly changed his tone, doing his best to comfort her gently, reaching out to softly stroke her arm, trying to soothe her.
[How could I say something like that, just because of this…]
A twinge of guilt welled up inside him.
“Sorry, Kaoru, let’s go again—this time it’ll be fine…”
Of course Aina Saiten saw the barely concealed disappointment in her boyfriend’s eyes.
As a woman usually seen as the one taking the lead in their intimacy, her pride and competitive spirit would never allow her to admit “I can’t” in front of the man she loved!
When Kaoru Hoshitani heard that Aina wanted to go again, his eyes flickered, but he still hesitated and pressed his lips together considerately, saying, “Are you really okay? Maybe we should stop, it’s already late, and you have work tomorrow…”
“No! Again!”
Clearly fired up by a sense of competition, Aina Saiten instantly flipped over and pinned Kaoru Hoshitani beneath her…
———
Fifteen minutes later, Aina Saiten lay gasping for breath, a satisfying exhaustion relaxing her body as she rolled to the side.
She turned her head to look at her boyfriend beside her, his cheeks tinged with a beautiful blush and his eyes moist. The pride and confidence that belonged to a woman seemed to surge back into her heart, washing away the earlier embarrassment.
She stretched out a damp arm, hooked her hand around Kaoru Hoshitani’s slender, supple waist, and pulled him into her equally sweaty embrace with a gentle tug.
With her chin pressed to the top of his head and a smug, pampering smile, she asked in a low voice, “So? Did I feed you well this time…?”
“Still…okay…mm…”
Kaoru Hoshitani buried his face in her chest, his muffled voice barely making it out.
Though they had finally finished properly this time, and his body felt comforted, deep down he still didn’t feel that utterly fulfilled, completely satisfied sensation—as if the most crucial piece was still missing.
What he subconsciously longed for, and missed the most, was that early period after their first taste of intimacy, when their passion burned the hottest—when they could entangle and exhaust themselves the whole night, not stopping until dawn broke and they finally collapsed together in each other’s arms.
But he knew that kind of expectation was just too much now, so he quietly buried that excessive hope deep inside, unwilling to give his girlfriend any extra pressure.
“Mua~ Sleep now, I have to get up early tomorrow…”
Sleepiness washing over her, Aina Saiten pressed a moist goodnight kiss to Kaoru Hoshitani’s smooth forehead, wrapped her arms around him, closed her heavy eyelids, and quickly drifted off into deep slumber.
No one knew how much time had passed. Outside, the night deepened.
Aina Saiten was sound asleep, breathing slowly and evenly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
But in her tight embrace, Kaoru Hoshitani, cheek pressed to her neck, was still wide awake in the darkness, eyes clear and open.
He unconsciously bit his soft lower lip, his pale teeth leaving a faint mark on his lips, his body slightly tense as if enduring some unspeakable emptiness and restlessness.
“Ah…if I don’t do it that way, I really can’t sleep…”
At last, as if having made up his mind, he whispered to himself in barely audible breath.
Kaoru Hoshitani began to move very carefully, inching himself out. First, he gently lifted his girlfriend’s heavy arm from his waist, holding his breath, afraid of waking her.
Next, like a slippery fish, he slowly wriggled out from her warm, confining embrace.
The chilly air instantly touched his exposed skin, sending a subtle shiver through him.
Barefoot and pale, he crept noiselessly onto the cool wooden floor, tiptoeing like a cat to the corner of the room where the wardrobe stood.
“Hm? Is this Aina’s old mobile phone? Why is it here?”
When Kaoru Hoshitani felt the locked box in the corner, his hand brushed against a phone.
Using the faint light, he recognized it as Aina Saiten’s recently replaced old mobile phone.
A faint sense of doubt flashed through his mind, but at this moment, his body was utterly consumed by a different, urgent need, leaving him no time to think.
He simply shoved the old mobile phone back into the depths of the wardrobe, then, hugging the locked box like a precious treasure, he quietly snuck into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and gently locked the door behind him.
If, at that moment, Aina Saiten had awakened to the emptiness beside her and happened to stand outside the frosted glass door of the bathroom, she would have clearly heard, from the other side of the door, her boyfriend’s restrained, broken, beautiful voice—filled with indescribable guilt and pleasure.
And as Kaoru Hoshitani, eyes glazed and limbs limp, leaned weakly against the cold bathroom tiles, letting the water wash over his body; at the same time, Aina Saiten, still lost in oblivious sleep, lay on the bed breathing evenly.
The old mobile phone that Kaoru Hoshitani had just touched and shoved back into the wardrobe corner suddenly lit up on its own in the absolute darkness and silence, emitting an ominous, cold white light, just as it had every night before.
That strange APP icon was once again tapped open by some unseen, inexplicable force. The interface loaded, revealing several glaring lines of text:
Time left until your boyfriend Kaoru Hoshitani is NTR’d.
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Ninety-one days
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