He didn’t, as usual, gently nestle against her afterward or soothe her with tender, fleeting kisses.
He simply lay still for a few seconds, then propped his somewhat limp body up with his arm and silently sat up.
He didn’t even glance at Aina Saiten once, only lowering his head, his long eyelashes drooping to conceal all the emotions in his eyes.
He reached out, picked up the clothes that had fallen to the floor, and with slightly slow movements stood up, preparing to head straight to the bathroom to wash away the sticky residue on his body—and perhaps something else as well.
At that moment, Aina Saiten, snapping back from a daze, realized the reality of the situation once again. She had, once again, ended things hastily at the most important moment, leaving her partner unsatisfied.
She looked at Kaoru Hoshitani’s expression, calm to the point of indifference as if nothing had happened, and a mixture of defeat, shame, and neglected anger suddenly surged to her head.
Her Woman’s Dignity seemed to be trampled beneath his silent withdrawal and the retreating figure.
Gritting her teeth, she lifted Kaoru Hoshitani up in one swift motion, and carried him toward their bedroom.
Today, Aina Saiten decided, even if it kills her, she would let Kaoru experience her true Feminine Dominance!
After another hour or two of exertion, Aina finally achieved a “good” score of 1—6 as she wished.
She almost instantly collapsed like a heap of mud onto the chaotic bed, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air, lacking even the strength to lift a single finger.
It had been a long time since she had endured such an intense match, and by the end, she had barely held on by sheer willpower.
Yet, utterly exhausted, she was completely unaware of how much of the so-called “victory” had been the result of her opponent’s leniency and her own awkwardness.
Instead, she wallowed in a twisted sense of pride.
She turned onto her side and reached out with a still trembling arm, pulling the handsome, flushed Kaoru Hoshitani—his hair damp with sweat, his eyes half-closed, seemingly drained of energy—into her sweat-soaked embrace.
As if this alone could truly prove her unrivaled Feminine Dominance.
Kaoru Hoshitani and Aina Saiten had been childhood sweethearts for two years, so their feelings were naturally deep.
Even now, they still bickered by the bedside and reconciled by the foot.
【Today, Aina put in so much effort, not giving up as easily as before… She didn’t care whether I did or didn’t… That means she cares about my feelings, so I’ll forgive her.】
Kaoru thus forgave Aina, but this didn’t mean he had forgotten the rough behavior she had shown him earlier.
Sometimes, conflicts aren’t truly resolved; they are simply put on hold.
It’s not that he won’t hold her accountable—it’s just that he silently records each grievance in the invisible Account Book within his heart.
And when enough has piled up, perhaps the day will come to settle the entire debt with interest…
Earlier, under the soft light in bed, Aina Saiten had carefully examined Kaoru Hoshitani’s body inch by inch—from his neck to his back, then down his straight legs—finding no traces left by another woman.
At the same time, she casually probed for information about that blonde woman, Rika Kawasaki, using the post-coital intimacy as cover.
From Kaoru’s tired response, she learned that today was apparently his first time meeting the woman called Kawasaki Rika.
That gave Aina a slight sense of relief, but the scenes from that video still stabbed at her heart like a thorn.
The two of them stayed wrapped in each other’s warmth for a while. When Kaoru was about to get up to shower, Aina suddenly spoke:
“Kaoru, promise me you won’t ever get a tattoo, okay?”
“A tattoo? Why would I get a tattoo?”
Hearing Aina’s sudden question, Kaoru turned to look at her, puzzled.
“Ah, don’t ask why, just promise me.”
“Alright… I promise you…”
Aina’s sudden request ultimately stemmed from the video, where the Kaoru she had always seen as pure and flawless had an unfamiliar string of Japanese characters tattooed on the inside of his pale thigh.
The feeling was like her most treasured, beautiful possession being forcibly branded with a mark that didn’t belong to her—one that symbolized corruption and defilement.
The possibility of her own perfection being tainted was what gnawed at her the most, stuck in her throat like a bone.
However, at this moment, she had no idea that this seemingly meaningless promise, made only to soothe her inner unease, would unknowingly become a butterfly wing’s flap in the vast web of destiny.
That faint yet tangible ripple caused a slight variable to be injected into the trajectory of fate…
One hundred days later, Kaoru Hoshitani’s eyes were vacant, his pink lips slightly parted, while the tall blonde woman propped herself on the bed, trapping Kaoru in the cramped space formed by the mattress and her body.
The blonde woman was panting lightly, her elbows planted on either side of Kaoru’s head, muscles on her arms bulging in a strong, athletic arc.
She cast her large shadow over Kaoru’s beautiful face, then leaned down to kiss him, helping ease the aftermath’s symptoms.
When the man beneath her gradually recovered, gasping for fresh air, the blonde woman sat up on the bed, stroking Kaoru’s long, smooth legs.
As if on a whim, she wanted to claim her possession on this perfect body, teasingly saying:
“A few days from now, I’ll take you to get a tattoo, alright? Right here—tattoo my name.”
As she spoke, her fingers slid along the inside of Kaoru’s thigh.
After over ten hours of intense exertion, Kaoru’s consciousness was already hazy. Hearing the blonde’s words, he instinctively wanted to nod.
But suddenly, his rippling, alluring eyes flickered with a moment of clarity.
【I think I made a Promise…】
“No… no tattoos…”
“Tsk…”
The blonde woman clearly heard Kaoru’s faint refusal. She’d only said it on a whim—no tattoo, then no tattoo.
However, she was a bit annoyed that the man beneath her could still defy her at this moment.
She grabbed his slender, fragile neck with one hand, applying a little pressure until Kaoru couldn’t breathe.
But Kaoru didn’t struggle at all; his hands obediently touched the strong hand choking his neck, and as time ticked by, the air in his lungs was gradually squeezed out.
Just as his consciousness was about to slip away, the blonde woman released her grip, and the flushed Kaoru gasped deeply for air.
“That’s my good little dog.”
Seeing this, the blonde woman showed a satisfied expression and continued to indulge herself in the next round…