"That night, the person you heroically saved... that was me...."
The evening had fallen, and the street lights were somewhat dim,
aside from a few white-collar workers who had just gotten off work and were heading home, the streets were empty and void of anyone else.
The villa radiated a soft light,
and a stretch Honda was parked at the entrance, its two headlights brightly illuminating the path ahead.
A boy and girl in school uniforms stepped out of the car,
with Otome Yumeko leaning into the boy's chest, she first glanced at the lit-up villa,
then turned her gaze onto Haruka, lifting her head, the infatuation in her eyes unabated, instead filled with anticipation,
"Don't you want to hold me back? It's so late, are you really okay with letting me go back alone?"
Her fingers drew circles lightly on his chest, making Haruka ticklish,
"Or, why don't you come with me, how about that?"
Faced with such a brazen proposition, Haruka Yuzan had his own clever maneuver—reaching out, he caught the girl's chin, gently lifting it, and kissed her rosy lips.
"Mmm...."
Yumeko tiptoed, her hands encircling the boy's neck, pressing herself into his body with force.
Her rosy lips eagerly and forcefully nibbled on the boy.
Haruka's hand slid slowly downward, the black stockings tightly wrapping her plump behind,
the deadly flesh feel was irresistible.
After a while,
their lips parted,
Haruka looked down at the girl in his arms as she gasped for air; her lips were slightly swollen, her teeth parted slightly to reveal the tender tip of her tongue, her eyes filled with greed.
"Madam, should we investigate Young Master Haruka's tenant?"
The female assistant sitting in the passenger seat asked respectfully, attuned to nuances—a basic skill in their profession.
She knew about Haruka Yuzan and the young lady's affair; seeing the villa lights on, she had her suspicions.
"No need, just do your job well." A cold voice came through, emotionless.
"Yes." The assistant quickly nodded.
"I've promised Haruka, I won't investigate him lightly, to be just like an ordinary girlfriend..."
Yumeko's gaze was ice cold as she stared ahead, the street outside the car brightened by the headlights, her eyes brimming with extreme restraint, "I can always do what I've promised."
The black car drove out of the neighborhood, the scenery flashing by the windows, with the young lady's hazy figure reflected in the dark glass.
After a long while, the hand that had been tightly clutching the hem of her clothes finally relaxed, the wrinkled fabric smoothing out in the air.
Yumeko let out a slow sigh; she could wait, would always wait, just as she had been waiting for Haruka since that night.
...
Back at home,
As soon as he had changed his shoes, Mrs. Onodera in her nightgown approached him quite naturally, taking the backpack and coat from the boy,
"Haruka, do you want to eat something?"
She knew he'd been out to dinner with friends that night, but nonetheless, she'd kept his portion of the dinner.
"There's no need for that, Sister Reiko, I've already eaten my fill outside." Haruka Yuzan said with a smile.
"Oh, alright." Even knowing she shouldn't feel that way, Madam couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
Haruka saw it in an instant,
and with Chiba Shimizu reading in the living room, he didn't make any intimate move on Madam, just surreptitiously tapped her bottom,
"For tomorrow's lunch, I'd like to have abalone..."